non-lucid

this dream was interesting i guesss i was like in a pool and i took off all my clothes. then hayley took off all her clothes and we had sexs. i think we were the last people in the entire world in the dream. but later in the dream i found out she had a husband and was really upset

then there was this other werid part where i was in some kinda creepy game that took place indisde my grandmas house partly but most of it was on this like skateboard roaller coaster ride. it ws weird u had to shoot laser beeams to knock these thigns down

anyway later i was aat a park with a bunch of guys who were smoking weed. i decided to fade in on a few rounds and i tried to make casual conversation with the locals but was kinda having trouble talking. then at the end i was giving the supplier 7 bucks for fade but i dropped on dollar and this kid ran away with it so i chased him and threw him down stairs and kicked him like 4 times. then he caleld te cops so i ran back to his moms house who was black and had a huge house. we were sitting in the car to gether and i went in her bak yard and she had a crazy view of the ocean. this one window made it look like the waves were going to hit you but then they dropped off

I'm in my old room, my sister is trying to come in, but I locked myself in, to stay in peace.
I'm writing in my old journal, something like ''I want to run away''.
Then I stop writing as some ladybugs come in from the window.
After few seconds my bed is totally red. I think it is a signal for me to go and I prepare.
The radio is on and I'm listening some news. They say there is an invasion of ladybugs, and everyone feels compelled to leave.
I think I'm not going to do what everyone is doing, so I decide to stay, but the ladybugs get angry at me and start to jump on me.
I like ladybugs, but after a while I look at whatever insect I start to feel first repulsion, then panic.
In fact I start to panic and I try driving them away with my hands.
I'm not able and and when I look at my mirror, I don't see any insect on me, just my face and my body covered in blood and a paper knife in my hand.
I wear just a short white t-shirt, but it is totally tore up and stained of blood.
I'm scared my parents can see me like that and so i change my mind and decide to leave like everybody else.
I look at the mirror again and I wear that white shirt, but cleaned, not anymore stained of blood.
I feel relieved, but then mirror shows me someone is looking at me from the windowsill and I wake up frightened.

I planned to use my I-Phone for dictating - battery empty - and instead of using pen and paper - I thought, I'd remember it for later. Most of it gone.

Almost got lucid when I thought about how I was in the same, quite unique position before, to have to do my school end-exams once more for some reason.

I have been doing lots of mischief - making fun of teachers and generally not caring - feeling I know the stuff anyway. But then it came to my mind, that in two subjects - I wasn't at school for exams, and I could get a dangerous grade for passing the whole thing. One of the subjects was religion of all things - I went off that to "Ethics" back in reality and back then.
Nope - an exam was coming up and I realized to my chagrin, that the others had about 2 cm high of paperwork to prepare with.
Luckily a classmate of mine - I even shortly wondered and then remembered, that he was Lutheran like I used to be - gave me his assorted stuff, which was even more and cunningly fixed together - some sort of staircase binding - had to draw that, to explain.

So then I went out - first for a toilet - again!!
Then to the copy machine.
And I saw from the corner of my eye, that high up on a cabinet was a collection of maybe 150 plastic Smurphs. Delighted, I started collecting them together and presenting my find to the others.
There was a conflict with one of my oldest friends - it turned out, she was a bit out of her mind, because something awful had happened to her - forgot what - and so I forgave her the nastiness, she had shown towards me as a sort of reaction to that.

Somewhere my mother was involved - and I remember a pattern of a white plane with irregular holes in it - that was in some way significant to solve a problem.

And one more episode of me moving out of a darkish flat and having to pack up everything - while always something more was left. There was a partner with me in that - forgot what else.
Oh yeah - and somehow I had to go to university and the transit from where I lived to there was incredibly long.

That's it - while waking up in the night and for the day - I had a lot more.

00:00 Thursday 2014-04-10 (#2) (not sure of the first one dated the same day these records seem to be the correct one for this date)

07:55

+ cat inspection: parent's house standing at sliding glass door looking out onto deck. 1 cat is there on deck, second cat comes around. Either I or 1st cat ask the 2nd cat to lift up its arms so we can inspect it the 2nd one refuses it thinks that is demeaning, we see curly fur on the belly of the 2nd cat.

+ music famous musical guy off parent's deck looking down at the fruit tree there's a procession around the tree, people carrying laundry detergent. Famous old black jazz musician is down there too, I have a plastic greenish clear cup, I'm trying to get the musician's attention, I have a question about music

+ TZ is playing a musical conclusion, she's playing arpeggios on the piano, C major then a B, she's complaining that of course she made a mistake.

+ In parent's kitchen, I'm concerned about some guys, I'm looking for special water, I pull a bottle down from the spice cabinet and pour myself a glass.

+ maps, flyover map

Something about baking bread with lots of candy in it. Preparing for my birthday party, and I think I may have been a young adult rich male, and birthday party was to be held at a restaurant. Writing a short story entitled War.

Morning of April 13, 2014. Sunday.



I am wandering about seemingly on the north-side of La Crosse but not in or near any places of people I know. I am apparently looking for something, but I am not sure what. I am absentmindedly assuming I am near my (fictional) home where my wife Zsuzsanna and our family live (even though they have never lived in America).

I eventually find myself near an area that looks sort of like a very large garage that comes out from an area covering at least half of three different backyards. It is fully open on one side to the east. There are three beds with the head assumed to be to the west wall. There are a couple cars also parked on the south side from where I am, parallel to the beds. I decide to lie down on the northernmost bed to have a rest from all my walking. The beds are clean and seemingly recently made.

A short time later, a car pulls in and parks at the southern end near the third bed. A male and female get out of the car. The girl of about twenty or so comes over and lies down in the bed I am in without paying much attention to me. She is pregnant, seemingly about eight to nine months, possibly nearly ready to give birth. The man comes over but is involved in something else and remains standing. I say something about not knowing that the bed was theirs but no one else says anything or seems to notice. I wake up before I get out of the bed in my dream.

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This dream is mostly a dream sign in itself (a bed being the most obvious dream sign). It also hints that a car in a dream is a residual memory of the dreamer’s bed. In this case, the garage is the liminal space. The otherwise unknown characters at the end are an “opposite” play on my wife Zsuzsanna and me waking up.

Morning of April 13, 2014. Sunday.



In my dream, there are birds talking outside, but it does not seem that unusual at all (as parrots and other species do “talk” after all). These are possibly some sort of large parrot. They are in the trees on the opposite side of the street from our present home. It seems very important to write down the six or seven phrases they are speaking over a longer time period, but I forget most of the phrases except for one. This last one is “sung” in a sort of monotone, which is “Get a raven”, said with each syllable emphasized equally (and note that my family and I did look after a raven for a few weeks a few years ago). I tell my wife Zsuzsanna what the birds are saying (trying to imitate the “croaky” sound somewhat), but then I realize it seems rather strange to claim that birds are speaking English and thus get pulled out of my dream, forgetting what I felt was more interesting than that last phrase.

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I am adding the “dream journal synchronicity” tag (tumblr and a couple other sites that allow longer tags as such) because of this entry posted after mine: The Amazing Talking Birds

12.04.2014

Putting on a Tape Suit & Plastic Bag Carrot Humping (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m inside a classroom that resembles my biology class at a High School I attended years back (CLHS as an abbreviation for personal reference).

I’m trying to put on a transparent suit that looks like it’s really made out of tape. I ask individuals how to put it on, and when one of them portrays the method to me, it seems more complicated than it seems. How in the world does one put on a tape suit without it sticking to their clothing?

After a bit, there’s an inflated, and transparent produce bag with a few carrots on the bottom. I put my penis inside, and started humping it. I think there was a competition of who could hump it more, and going for more than ten was more than enough to get by, I guess.

I think the individuals were cheering me on, talk about ego boosting for inanimate object fornication.

Kind of reminds me of what I had to do for work today, excluding the humping part and ego boosting, and cheering…and my penis inside a bag.

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12.04.2014

Buzzing Near the Window (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I wake up from my bed, or so it seems, and tried to get back to sleep, seeing how I didn’t want to feel too groggy for work, especially with the activities done today. It feels so nice wanting to go back to sleep, back into a state of relaxation and comfort, until something keeps making a buzzing sound that’s extremely annoying.

I wondered how could something could be so active during the dead of night, seeing how unless it had vision for seeing clearly for night, it would reside somewhere safe until there’s more light apparent. I tried to go to sleep several times, but the buzzing sound keeps pestering me.

I eventually decided to do a nose plug reality check, pressing my nose with my right index finger and thumb, and was able to breathe just fine. The dream environment seemed to have replicated the house I’m currently residing in to some extent. So, having this in mind, I take the chance to try and go out the usual way to exit the house.

I proceed by going through the white door, and trying to open it. However, it seems I have to punch in some kind of code in order to unlock it. The buttons consisted of a light milky green color with a rubbery texture. The material surrounding the buttons is white all around, and is shaped almost like a tooth, without the points at the end of course.

And out of reflex, I seemed to have entered a random code: 90321 I believe, without knowing if it was the right one or not. Unfortunately, the alarm has a very long and annoying beep sound, and this prompts me to try an escape, because I don’t know what could be inside the other bedroom in this dream, especially when it’s way too dark inside.

And wanting to turn on the lights was out of the question, since I felt a bit fearful of something randomly coming out. Though most of the time, the places in my lucid dreams are often barren, and not really something where random entities will come about to try and kill me, or something dangerous. I probably should’ve been aware of this before running as if I’m Michael Scofield from Prison Break, ha-ha.

I go through the living room, and quickly unlocked the door to get out, and now the dream shifts from night to early morning immediately. Now I’m immersed in a virtual experiential reality that seems to be exactly like waking life at first glance, and with more clarity and realism as well. I marvel at this, my breathing, and just my overall existence within this dreaming state.

The weather, the sensations on my feet against the cold concrete of what seems to be an area where it rained recently, everything felt so real, and then some. After a few seconds of absorbing this experience, I get an urgency to continue running, even though it doesn’t seem like anyone is after me.

As I’m running, I’m changing perspectives where I look at myself running, and it seems to go by in slow motion, and the motion of running is a bit exaggerated at times; it often looks like I’m floating in the air for a good bit, and making weird leg movements to quickly save my descent.

After watching this for a while, I wake up in a series of false awakenings for most of the dreams below. Fortunately, the nose plug reality check is going to save me.

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12.04.2014

Confucius gives LD advice (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Felt as if I woke up, then I reconciled with awareness of the experience being a dream again.

I’m standing on top of a building, and it seems to be early morning, or an event where it rained previously. I see a dream character that looks like Confucius, and he’s lecturing to others on lucid dreaming techniques and advice.

As for actual declarations to recall from him, I can't remember.

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12.04.2014

Picking Up a Black Biker Jacket Wearing Chick & Escaping with Her (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I wake up once more, only to reconcile with awareness of this being a dream once more. Maybe this was a DEILD, since I can recall those experiences of transitioning back to waking state with my eyes closed, and seeing imaginary simulations of being awake, or maybe it’s just a false awakening altogether.

I’m inside a theater, and it has the usual settings. You know, red carpet, and other warm colors to mask off all those stains from being apparent at first glance. The putrid smell that is also prevalent in theaters that’s like a mélange of buttered popcorn, weasels, intense chlorine, air freshener, and other chemicals. I didn’t take the time to visualize all the major details of the theater itself, but I do know that in the current location I’m at, there’s many paths you could take from the circular base I’m standing on.

I see an attractive girl, I think, with long black hair, and she’s wearing a black biker jacket of some sort. Underneath that, she’s wearing some kind of milky vanilla shirt that’s fairly tight, and makes her bosoms eye-candy at this point. For some reason, I had an urgency to pick her up, and hold her back, and the bottom of her knees, and run off with her.

She seems shocked at first, but then kind of goes with the flow, and I’m going with the flow as well. Then the next moment, I’m using my legs to kick anyone that seems to be in my way, and there’s a slight uproar going on while I’m running with the girl.

This takes “chasing” women to a whole new extreme.

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12.04.2014

Kakashi Gives me Lucid Dreaming Advice (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This seems to be the last dream in the false awakening chain of events, or maybe the one before it was.

I’m sitting down with Kakashi, younger version, and he’s giving me lucid dreaming advice. However, the advice seems kind vague, and not really something that could be applicable in all circumstances.

He states that if you find yourself in two conditions:

• Where there’s little light
• Where it’s too bright

That one would most likely be dreaming.

Your non-sequiturs are what prevented you from saving Rin, Kakashi, just as your vague circumstantial lucid dreaming advice is. And that totally was not a non-sequitur, ba-dum tiss.

Though, looking back, he could be right, especially since I was in complete darkness in the buzzing insect dream, to being in a hyper-realistic virtual experiential reality the next, and then inside a bright theatre.

But still, the advice is severely limited.

I go to sleep early so I will quickly write this dream down to add to it tomorrow.


I was with this guy that had no problem flashing his money giving it to random people. I took out my money and wanted to know if he was for real. I told him to rip the dollar bill into pieces he did. I looked at how much money I had about $300. I realized I better go since people saw my money. The manager started approaching, he was dressed like a "gangbanger", he had a security guard that had a suit on. I realized he was trying to check me and since this is his store he can do what he wants. I run out, they run after me. I realized I was in SF. I go in middle of the street. They started to walk around me in circles.

I was tired pf running so I decided to face them. I pulled the security guy's jacket (he had now red jacket and look like gangbanger) with my left hand and he turn around and he said "fo'real? FO'REAL?"He had this look on his face full of rage. He took out a pistol from his right arm and I saw the barrel of the gun. Time slowed down at that moment. He shot without hesitation. It felt like a brick or a pillow coming at me at high speeds. I woke up and my head jolted. I felt a numbing sensation that people get when their leg is dead and somebody slapped it hard, but now imagine that on the face.

4/12/13** My awareness is still not up to pre dry streak levels but 3 LDs in 2 days...I'll take it! Lots of fun as well! To bed around 12:10am - tried to simulate son waking me like on 3/30/14 which launched a nice early LD, this time using a gentle alarm ~70 minutes after bed for DEILD attempt but may have had some REM rebound the previous time...will try 80 minutes next time. Completely missed the 3 snoozes 1 hour apart and turned it off at wbtb...my alarm app has a max snooze of 60 minutes so...may be better for late DEILD attempts.

Interesting non lucid tie-in to another non-lucid in same night. Father Fitzpatrick (name not known to me but I bet there are a few somewhere in the world) is coming by and a Patrick comes by...could it be Patrick Fitzpatrick I wonder...no just a Patrick. In a later dream I tell Father Fitzpatrick "You will not believe this! I had a dream about you last night and this is the first time I am meeting you!"

DILD 1 - wake from it ~8:40am. I am in a kitchen unlike any from my memory, old style. There is a bag of candies but only 5 left and they look picked over and broken. I am peeking out my curtains and apparently there is a house in the back yard, like an in-law unit but it is a good size white single story home that looked most like an old farm house. I could see someone in the window and then the curtains close. I go back into the kitchen and there is a stranger standing in front of the sink and I realize this is a dream. I decide to knock around the stranger and go on a bit of a rampage around the house messing with different DC's and eventually fly up out of the house and then realize I should fly back down and think about what goals I should do before losing awareness or most likely waking up since I don't recall anything after and my recall was fairly strong tonight.

* sexual content warning *
DILD 2 - wake from it ~10:50am - 2 different components from this WILD attempt turned DILD showed up in my dream - an HI that I played with via visualization and then a completely manual visualization. My father and I are on a bus or RV and guiding the driver. I have been here before (false memory) and it goes from 3 lanes to 1. "You can get over one lane...actually you can get all the way over now." We jump out to help in some way and plan to get back on at the red light but the driver runs the red light and leaves us behind. We cross two crosswalks at intersection to get on same street he turned down to see if he pulled over. Nope. We go into a nice hotel lobby and my father says he has the driver's number. I should get it also I think. My father jumps on a University transport bus to borrow a phone but the doors close=2nd separation (1st from others on RV/bus). I know if I stay at the hotel he will find his way back to me and he does later and it has shopping like the hotel is connected to a mall or just a really large hotel with some shops including an ice cream shop. My father makes some corny joke to the lady in the shop and repeats it in case she missed it the first time. I see a woman standing provocatively and realize I am dreaming but start off with lower awareness. She is standing on a ramp elevated purposely giving a view up her skirt and I take a look (this was also the theme of an HI before the dream). I go around like a bit of a dog and enjoyed in particular this large breasted blonde woman (more blonds than normal I think as a result of Scarlett) with a white pull over shirt and jean shorts. I pull up her shirt and she pulls it back down. I tell her "you know you like this" and she goes along. I pull it up again and am expecting a bra clasp in the front and lower the shirt and raise it again willing it to be in the front. Nope, so I reach around and undo the clasp. Nice! I remove her shorts and underwear and my own and she remarks "I think your **** is too big, you might hurt me" but as I stick it in she enjoys it. We go at it a good while to the point of me thinking that this dream just keeps going and going. I carry her around the mall with her legs straddled around me and continue to have sex. We make our way into a movie theater and my father has followed...oh well. They are playing a racy movie on the screen and we continue to have sex in the theater seating. Someone grasps my shoulders from behind and I know that it is my wife. She says "you have saliva all over your ****" I say "saliva...uh, yeah right..." I use my mind to change the movie to a cartoon. There are kids around but I am dreaming, it doesn't really matter. A's friend M (another visualization before dream) comes over and the blond is gone now and she sticks her hand on my **** she just has to get a feel on it. My underwear is back on but I yank it out and let her feel it some more. I wake up physically affected...enough said.

My dream from Thursday morning has almost no recall at all. I remember there was a notebook with things written in it that I was reading. Apparently I learned some interesting psychological test you could perform on two people, so I had them try it in this notebook. Basically what you did was have them anonymously write notes to each other, and it tested their compatibility or something weird like that. I remember that I tested my roommate James with some guy named Franklin, and I tested a friend from high school named Jerri-Ann with Abby, another friend of mine. I have something written in my notes about a succubus, but I don't remember it at all, and there was some white-haired green-eyed girl who was somehow relevant to the dream. I also wrote that I was "hired" for something but I have no clue what.

Sadly, most details from this dream I had Wednesday morning are gone, but it gets worse as the week progresses. I vaguely remember seeing some cowboys in a Wal-Mart that looked more like a glorified gas station, and there was something about two teams, one of which I was on, who were competing. We had some kind of rpg setup and leveling system, and apparently one of the ways we could gain experience was by destroying things in the Wal-Mart. I remember wandering the aisles with some kind of lightsaber and breaking a few things, turning to fight the people on the other team periodically.

I haven't been keeping up with my dream journal this week cuz I've been kinda busy with homework, and honestly, being a bit lazy. I did keep notes, but I did notice a slight drop in my recall because I wasn't making entries properly. However, I got to top off the week with another lucid, so I'd say it was WERTH. Here's my dream from Tuesday.

I was in a strange water park which consisted of random slides and porcelain surfaces and tubs that were incredibly bouncy (the surfaces resembled the material the slides are made of in the picture). I was enjoying myself and possibly talking to someone as I slid around and bounced high into the air. At some point I obtained a large back of chips (the kind with multiple types individually wrapped inside the large bag), and I stumbled upon a hole with water flowing into it made of a similar material, so I slid down it with my chips. I ended up trapped in a chamber with bloodstains on the floor and walls with several other trapped people, who were apparently starving. Two grabbed me and pulled me to the wall, while the rest converged on the bag of chips and tore into them.

The dream skips a bit and I remember being on a sloped rocky hill, chasing "some villain" who resembled Loki. I could see his health bar in the corner of my "HUD," and he was poisoned and almost dead as I snuck up behind him, whittling his health down with the poison and my strikes. He eventually collapsed, and next I was looking down upon Summoner's Rift from League of Legends, as if I was playing, but I was also one of the characters. I was face-checking the brush at top lane when I was ambushed by Darius and Mundo. I don't remember the details, but I ended up killing both of them with a little health remaining.

I was in the Sierras of Córdoba, walking through a goat road which made me enter deep in the mountains. There were many espinillos so i decided to take a rest in a stone that was in the middle of the road. I was with a friend, which i don't remember who he/she was, but people kept walking through that goat road (not many though) and i suddenly saw a very good friend that havent seen for a while. She stopped, we talked for a while don't remember what we talked but she was distant. Something falls from my hands, it was a lighter and it ends up near a espinillo, which i was scared to take. Not because of the thorns, but because there was a very strange insect that looked very dangerous (it was like a centipedes, and had various tonalities of blue colors). Anyways that part of the dream ended there.

I returned to the village, (it was not in the sierras of cordoba the place, it was a mixture between Purmamarca and Santa Rosa). I remember standing in the front of a college (place of my city, but it was there) and i left a bag in a chair in the middle of the street and walked away. I trusted that nobody would take it lol.
I left and i got into my father's car. He was away doing something else so it was perfect to go and take a ride. The problem was that the car wasnt working well, it accelerated alone (at this time i suspected something wrong was happening). I used the two breaks and it still kept accelerating, the only solution was to stop the car. I stopped it to check if it worked that solution, and yes it worked, but still i wanted to go and take a ride so i started it up again, thinking i could handle it. I lost control the first minute i started it, it was crazy! I was driving in the town, and of course it was risky for all the people that walked and all the cars in the road! I had a car in my right which wanted to turn left, i had slow down to let him pass, but well, breaks didnt worked so i went as fast as i could. Terrible mistake. I didn't collide, but the highway was very close, so i decided to turn right and go through the train railroad. DAMN THERE WERE TWO TRAINS COMING! Somehow i managed not to crash but i had a flat tyre. I decided it was time to stop the car again and check the wheels. There was one wheel with a big hole, and in that moment i knew that it was causing all the troubles.

But damn i didn't notice where i stopped. There were some abandoned trains and a truck. And some guys came and i thought they wanted to steal the car. I was wrong, they offered me help with the tyre, they did that. But when i asked the price they said a ridiculous number, which i immediately knew that they wanted to take advantage. I said okay since i had nowhere to go and soon they started working. (For a moment i thought what could i say to my father, but well, he would understand that things got out of control.)

While those guys were working i entered their house and went to the kitchen to look something to eat. I don't know how i developed confidence with them, but i knew they had no trouble with it. However to my surprise there was the mother of a close friend, washing the dishes! She started talking to me like if she was my mother, (she always treated us like that, in the good way of course) but she was talking and i knew that absolutely everything of what she was saying (she was talking about me) was false! She interpreted everything wrong, but i didn't want to say anything because that would begin a discussion, and i didn't want to discuss. Anyways, i listened to her calmly, my mind was elsewhere. I was thinking that i didnt saw her for a long time, i kinda forgot about that woman and it was nice to see her again.

Of course the dream ended before i could conclude the story, but it was very fun "living" it.

There's a frozen lake with a hole in the center of the ice, and a school building at the bottom that's an exact duplicate of a building on land. As Dean, I'm remembering fighting Sam in this lake sometime in the past, when he was trying to stop me from taking something out of it - I'd been filling a canteen from something at the bottom of the lake. Now we've come back to that same lake, and I'm thinking out loud about the "misfortune" that "follows" people who steal from this place. I point out that we didn't take anything back then. Sam pulls out that canteen, revealing that he'd secretly kept it. There's blood inside it - I'd gathered it for him - and it's a neverending supply, so if he relies on that canteen, he doesn't need to take it from anyone else. But it's still cursed. So he says to me, I might as well go ahead and steal what I need from the lake; the misfortune has already been following us anyway.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

There's a man talking to a woman just outside the door of a church, saying "What have you done to your hair?" He knew her in the past, but she's meeting him for the first time in her lifetime. I see images of him as one of six brothers who'd been cursed lifetimes ago. The images are like photos moving against a black background; he and his brothers give me an impression of being arrogant, self-centered, maybe not deliberately cruel but thoughtless, a vague association of violence. But the modern version of him had been very different, and I'm thinking about that change in him while I walk up my IRL street, into my IRL home, and start making tea. Standing over the stove, I'm thinking, "the debt has been paid" - the man suffering now has little in common with the brothers that the curse was originally placed on.