non-lucid

I was riding in an open carriage through the countryside, possibly somewhere in Denmark. There was a woman sitting next to me, and she leaned over to whisper, "I heard your stepmother tried to cut you out of your father's will. Do you need help?" I turned to face the woman and realized it was the Queen Mother. I also noticed that my sister and my (now former) stepmother were sitting across from us, which is why the Queen Mother was whispering. I reassured her that all of my father's assets were put into a trust before he remarried and my ex-stepmother could not change it.

I returned the fancy house where I was staying. It seemed that it once belonged to a wealthy aristocrat who had died and my family may have been distantly related, so they were evaluating us to be heirs to his title. The staff at the house showed me to my room, which had some fancy bed. I laid down for a while but quickly realized that I had gotten my period and leaked all over the sheets. The staff was horrified; apparently the bed linens were also priceless antiques. I was told that this was probably going to count against me in the evaluation.

I went down to the kitchen, which seemed really crowded with furniture. There was a breakfast bar with seating, something that I've considered adding to my current kitchen. However, I couldn't figure out why there was another table shoved right in front of it that kept me from getting to the bar.

Continuing my explorations, I found that the house had a second kitchen. Now I was really confused. What was the purpose of having two kitchens in one house? I moved onto the living room, where there was a party in progress. I spotted the actor Brent Spiner sitting on the couch and had the brilliant idea that I should try and take a selfie with him.

I left the house and made my way to what seemed like a convenience store, except it was full of space posters and NASA administrator Charlie Bolden was working behind the counter. I looked at a poster of an astronaut posing in front of the space shuttle and decided that I should get ready to go into space.

4.7.14 Monday

Last night bed 10:30pm - 8:20 am

DR:
(This one made perfect sence and I remembered all details while replaying it in my head. Lost it almost all by the time I got to my notebook 5 sec later)

I'm walking in a circle on the streets of my hometown. I'm walking through the intersection of 4 crossing streets. I see a monk in a robe with a rope for a belt. I ask him something and he gives me advise?


DR:
I'm in an airplane. I see the ground close by. I'm standing up, when I feel some gentle bumps and I realize we have just landed. I wonder why the flight attendant didn't tell me to sit and buckle, when I was just talking to her in first class about getting an upgrade.

She tells me we are in Argentina. Pope is visiting, but he is in the hospital, because of something happened. He got some mild illness, nothing serious.

Our group gets to the hotel and now we are in the lobby, waiting to be shown to the dining room for lunch. I see a camera on the table and I know one of my classmates left it there while he went potty. I'm also watching this guy, who is eyeballing this camera furiously. My classmate is rushing back and he can see what's going on. I tell him not to worry, I stayed behind to watch his camera, while others already left to the dining room.

I get to the dining room and find a spot saved for my at one table. The flight attendant walks in with a clipboard and is looking for me. She asks me what did I do outside. I tell her about the camera and she seems like she is glad that I just confirmed what she already knew.

She proceeds to praise me and thank me for taking a customer survey, for asking customers opinion. I'm like "uhm, that's not what I did". But she insists, makes a fuss about it and she gives me some kind of a reward.


DR:
I'm in a few diff environments here. Some kind of a farm or vegetable processing plant. I see people cutting some greens. One of them is my former classmate. He is telling how someone else used to work there.

Another place, can't remember what. But all places have a common theme - me looking for former classmates wanting to get together for a cup of coffee and talk and have fun.

I was going through buildings and caravans looking for spiders and bugs to clear out. The owner of the park who I didn't see kicked me out of the park and town, because we don't have the same beliefs and that I was a distraction to the group and would do damage

I'm just getting aroung the beach, playing volley, and sweating a lot under the sun.
The net is really high and I tell the referee that he confused us with men. But he makes me notice that there ARE some men in the court.
I look around and I finally see that a girl, even wearing a bikini, IS a man.
I feel ashamed, as having a man in my team, is cheating.
I decide to play in second line, to stay away from him, and I start to bump the balls.
I notice the players of the other team always throw the ball to the girl next to me. She is not good at all and I always push her away to bump the ball.
At once I understand she PRETENDS to be unable to play, just to make the other team winning!
I'm really angry and every time the ball go towards her, I push her on the ground and get the ball.
Finally she gets angry at me and comes towards me pushing ME to the ground.
She is too stronger for being a woman, and in fact she is a MAN! And he puts his foot on my chest. I take his foot with both my hands in order to breathe, but I'm unable to free myself.
At once a girl identical to the one with the foot on me, gets close to us, and says 'what now?'.
She looks at me badly, ready to kick my face, and I bite her leg. She screams and then gets closer to kick my face, and as I'm desperately trying to avoid her foot I woke up.

@ My (country) lucid hideout

01:30 Bedtime. Was (re)watching Firefly, cand ouldn't help "just one more episode...just one more...". Room temp: +21C

08:00

(definitely some from earlier wakings)

+ helping police catch crazy redneck drivers who are speeding

+ at work I finally figure out the strange little device in the kitchen is a refrigerator for personalized water cups and that the group assistant had prepared my personal water cup with my name on it loooong ago, I feel foolish that I'm only now figuring this out. The device holds the cups, about 4-5 in a row, on a slightly inclined shelf.

+ go into a meeting room with a bunch of coworkers where a guy is the keeper of the cupcakes, they're everywhere, some are tall and irregular looking like dripped sand castles, a guy says he's working on the last generation of product that we'll have to support for 3 years but will make the company a lot of money, I agree with him on this. Walking by my cube on the way to the meeting I think I see a large strange sign over my cube.

+ some indoor space there's an irregular hole in the foundation, I see another one further on, some guy asks me what kind of animals(s) make that whole (he knows), I don't know he tells me it's two animals (I forgot them) then I see a 1/2 meter diameter tortoise it's on my leg I kick at it I'm so sorry I didn't want to hurt it then it lunges at another guy's leg and he kicks it away, too.

+ I'm walking outside in bright daylight, walk by a van, I'm on some empty street , blue sky, green grass, bright daylight, I'm thinking this would be a good place to live with this much sunlight but it might not be good for my skin.

+ I see my face as if looking in a mirror (but I don't have the sense of looking in a mirror), I'm about half my age and clean-shaved, I say to my wife "oh I must have shaved without knowing it" (I had no memory of shaving), I'm amazed at how young and bright I look after shaving, I see myself very very clearly, I think I don't see any jowls like my wife says I would have if I shaved.

+ At MR's restaurant he's preparing me a margarita, I'm going to have chips with guacamole I realize later I never ate it, at the time Im not sure if I can pay for it

+ sitting at a table with other people I look at one woman and realize she's former colleague Pa Wo and her husband, I say to her "I didn't realize it was you!"

+ on a phone call with the orchestra conductor, he wants to go over the music with me, I'm singing my instrument's part. I see the notes, read the rhythms, and hear myself singing and making harmony. Later on I realize I'm not on the phone with the conductor any more but I don't recall hanging up, I think he's probably pretty angry about that. When singing I'm thinking about B-flats.

+ Before rehersal I see my instrument disassembled into many parts I'm gathering them up to get ready

+ Pull a huuuuuge book: tall, wide, think, from a bookshelf, the title is "Dogs of War: Dachshunds" written by the Nazi party. I'm looking through the book which my sons, it looks like a giant Yellow Pages directory with nothing but advertisements in it, I wonder where all the articles were and if Nazis read all of these ads.

Room temp morning: +17C

Date: 4/7/2014 (Mon)
Total sleep: 7 hours
Daytime Techniques: RCs, Visualization, Text Search
Lucid Techniques: Mantras, Meditative Visualization
Recall Techniques: Meditative Visualization Mantras
Fell Asleep: 10:00 pm
Dream 1 Title: Car on the beach
Dream 1: I am with Gwen and some other people. We have driven an old blue car (1970’s car) onto a beach and parked it right near the wave line. We are having some kind of beach party. She asks me to go and get something. I walk off the beach and end up on a very thin road (more like a bike path). There are many houses and stores along this path. I see a man grilling with his family. I go down one side path and end up in a place that looks like something from a theme park. It has a very “middle ages” feel, like I am in the castle of a knight of old. The dream fades and I awake.
Awake: 5:00 am
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness) D1 = 3
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid) D1 = 3
Length: (how long it felt like! Because that matters) D1 = 10 min
Emotions: General happiness
Dream Signs: Car on the beach, strange situation, bike path with many houses, theme park area
Notes: Took Melatonin and Magnesium before bed. I have struggled this past weekend with LDing. My dream recall on Friday & Saturday night was horrible. I can only attribute this to my weekend schedule being so different than my work week schedule (to bed much later). But, the horrible dream recall is frustrating me. Last night my dream recall was better. I woke up from the first dream at 3:45 am. I had clear memories of the dream. I jotted down a few tags in my note book, ran through the dream in my head one more time, and then dozed back off. I awoke to my alarm which startled me. This destroyed my recall of the dream I was having just before the alarm, and negatively impacted my dream recall of my previous dream. I forgot to set the light alarm for my clock (must be set separately). I had a rough weekend. I injured my knee (this is a knee I severely injured in the past, so I have reoccurring issues) this weekend which is now impacting my morning workouts. My wife is having some health issues which are a struggle. Work has also been a struggle lately (the end of each quarter is always very busy, plus some other issues). On top of all that I am having issues with dream recall (which could be partial impacted by all the other issues). Hopefully things will get better soon.

Morning of April 7, 2014. Monday.



I am in Cubitis in my father’s original music room (southwest corner of the house). I am not sure of the time. It may be early afternoon.

An unknown girl is in the room and, in fact, it seems to be her room. (Of course, it is possible that a girl, or even a female artist, occupies this room now in real life - I have no way of knowing.)

There are various sets of A2 sheets of paper, mostly in several pads. There are also a couple unfinished cream canvases. She is some sort of well-known artist, it seems, but I do not know her name at any point.

The main scene involves me making art “for her” or to help her with the foundation of a pattern somehow, as she is somehow behind on her drawings or paintings (not sure what the situation is). I end up drawing various curving random parallel lines from the left to the right. That is mostly all that happens. I make at least two, the second being far more sparse, with only a few lines. There is no discernible form or shape.

A little later, I notice a thin dark-haired man in glasses kissing her. I ask her if she has three boyfriends and get a “no” from her. Somehow, I am also thinking of a male at a bus-stop somewhere who is “also” supposedly her boyfriend, but not in actuality somehow. It does not make much sense. It may very vaguely relate to a movie we saw last night, “Le battement d'ailes du papillon”, fairly interesting but a bit contrived (though an amusing look into cause and effect).

Parallel lines “never meet”. This may be a play on the two lines being the girl and I - and us “never meeting” in reality, even though I do not have a clear idea on who the girl might be or represent. However, looking at it in another way, it may mean that I remain (or should remain) in uniformity and balance with the females in my life (especially including my wife and daughters).

In this dream, I was playing Super Smash Bros. Melee with a few of my friends, except it had some really weird characters in it. Among them were Cobra, the Power Rangers (yes, all of them), and Sandshrew. The two Ice Climbers also counted as separate characters, and Marth and Ike were in it, even though Roy wasn't. I thought this was odd (in the dream), and I couldn't remember any of these strange characters in the time I had spent playing SMB before, but I just kind of rolled with it (I'm getting more aware in my dreams it seems, but other than the vague lucidity the other night, still no lucidity). We played a few rounds and I got my ass kicked since it had been so long since I played it apparently, then after a while "something" happened and "someone" told me they loved me. I also had a false awakening where I woke up at 3:57 p.m., and I had to work at 4 today. I woke up for real shortly after at about 11 a.m..

This is my first forum, there will be most likely grammatical errors or maybe some ambiguity and for that reason I am advising now that if there is any questions that need to be asked, do not hesitate. Please help to improve for a 'next time' and do not criticize me . I had a dream that warned me about my sister, I do not remember what the voice said, but it was of a man's voice. This was towards the end of the dream. Beforehand I was with my friend Richard, hanging out with him not knowing what the reason or what exactly we were doing, the voice was warning me in the background constantly. I remember the end of my dream almost exactly, which was me in the minivan of my friend Richard with her mom driving us, who knows where. Then I begin to hear the voice again in the background about my sister and then everything freezes in the minivan. I then decide to look in my hand and then I count 6 fingers, with the little knowledge I have of lucid dreaming I was able to discern that I was dreaming. After this realization I try to take control of the dream as well as the characters in my dream, such as my friend Richard and his mother. I begin to breathe extremely heavily and trying to take control and keep peace of mind because that would have been the only way to take control of the dream, according to my knowledge. Seconds later I feel a strong pull from behind and I was still trying to take control by calling out to my friend Richard and ordering him to help me since he was an object in my dream I can control. During this pulling I hear the voice constantly warning me about my sister. I should clarify that the voice said something like "check your sister" or maybe another synonym for check. In addition I have four sisters, and the voice did not specify to one but just stated sister, as a singular noun. Then after the entire shenanigans, I wake up frightened because I was scared of what or who the voice was as well as the warning itself. The warning was instilled in my head. This was during the middle of the night, then I went back to sleep not remembering what I dreamt afterwards. Now a bit of my background is that Richard, currently, is my closest friend, I see him everyday in school and hang out after school. Out of my four sisters I only stay in touch constantly with one, lives in another state. The other three live in the same state and close, yet we do not stay in touch. I still receive news about my sisters whether from family or other types of media they use. If there is anything you need to know please ask. THANK YOU in advance!

There's a girl dancing at my shrine, a little marker in the woods that's rarely visited. I'm paying attention but I have a hard time understanding what she's communicating with some of the moves of the dance. I'm wondering why she keeps changing the form of it when she comes here; it would be much easier to understand her if she'd stop changing it.

I shift to 3rd person (although the pov character was also disembodied, so there's not that much of a change) and realize that it wasn't actually one girl who comes to dance, it's actually different girls who came over many generations; the god/spirit of the shrine didn't really understand the difference, or didn't see the difference as important. On top of that, the moves of the ritual they perform weren't always passed down directly; some of them learned at least parts of it from writings and illustrations, without anyone to correct them.

I awoke with the vaguest memories of flower vases.

Three hours later a conversation with my mother in the waking world suddenly reminded me of a dream i forgotten about, that i had missed Easter.

Nothing much to say about the dream aside from the fact that i kinda knew easter hadn't happened, but i dismissed the notion instantly. The dream took place in the living room by the back window. My mum was there, and i remember seeing easter eggs, but thats about all i can recall, very hazy dream recall this morning.

06.04.2014

Looking for the Lawnmower (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

One of those dreams again where I feel like I'm in some kind of alternate hyper virtual experiential reality of waking life again.

I felt as if I was in waking life, and could feel every sensation of my body, or in this case, my dream body. I'm entering to the garage of a house that seems to be close, or an exact replica of the one I'm currently residing in waking life.

It seems to be early morning within the dream, and the lighting seems a bit bright, which may have suggested that the temperature would go up gradually over time. I'm wearing a light gray shirt that seems to go all the way down to the mid-thigh region, and I'm wearing a dark blue pants that has very small dark blue, or black vertical lines spread out maybe a quarter to half an inch away from each other.

I believe I'm wearing a light vanilla cap as well, probably to protect myself from the heat and light. I ask a relative of mine where the lawnmower is, and I believe they stated that they didn't know. I didn't notice until later that the format within the garage was completely different than in waking life.

I have to proceed through this area by moving one foot a bit higher than usual to go over a few objects, and make a few torso twists to get by. I see the lawnmower is hidden behind some wooden objects wrapped in some kind of transparent material. The perception of how I saw the lawnmower seemed to have changed pretty frequently while I'm on the way of trying to get it.

First it seems like it's a regular sized lawnmower, then it looks like it's way too small to be of any use for whatever the front yard could be. Then it felt as if there wasn't a lawnmower in the first place. I have to move the wooden objects, and all sorts of things just to get the lawnmower out.

I can't remember what happens next, things felt too much like waking life as well.

I'm in an English pub, having an energetic drink. I'm reading that caffeine is not good when you are trying to have lucid dreams ()...
I keep reading and reading news and news.
Every time I finish with a newspaper, I go and buy another one.
I'm tired to read, but I can't help to keep reading and read it all, even the ads!! I even complete a sudoku in the game page!!!
I think I read at least twelve newpapers, English, French, Spanish, Italian newspapers, everything I could!
Finally, I look around and I notice a man in a corner, writing with the left hand.
I recognise George Martin (the author of one of my favourite saga A Song of Ice and Fire).
I'm unsure if I have to go to him and ask if he needs any help to end up with the last two book of his series, as I have some good ideas.
[I]haha soo funny... ME helping HIM to write his book!!!!
I'm 'behind' the dream this night and I laugh at myself, and I think sarcastically ''come on, girl!! Instead of offering him your useless help, ask him when the hell he will publish his new book, as all the world is waiting for him to finish it! [I]
I suddenly leave my seat and I approach him and I ask ''when the hell are you going to publish the book''...
I woke up astonished as I could not believe I asked it for real!!!!!!!!! The ME in the dream NEVER does what I tell her to do!!!!
I tell my dream to my bf and we laugh a lot when I say that I cheekly asked George Martin when the HELL he will publish the new book.
I always complain about it as Martin is so slow to complete the books and I'm anxious to know how the saga will finish!! I say again something like that and I think how many times I said it! AND I WAKE UP!!

So it looks like my thoughts got extra muddled thanks to me being sick or something ?? (woke up with a slight cold)

and that meant muddled up dreams and weird nonsense. oh well let's see what fragments I have.

btw I'm putting all these under the same dream header because I know they all happened in the same "dream" because there were some consistencies, like I was always me and the setting was pretty often the same house, when it wasn't space.

Dream - Headcold
Fragment 1
my mom telling me to clean up a mess my brother made because he's a boy and I'm a girl; I consider this a feminist issue and, like a cool, rational human being, convince my brother to inflict upon me some grave injury such as a broken arm to prove something to my mother (at one point he was like "what if I stuck you with a pin" and I was like "no that's a lady injury and it would heal too fast" or something even though he was literally talking about stabbing it through my hand or something) ... I never actually got hurt

I should note that in that particular fragment everyone seemed pretty manic. My mom told me to clean up my brother's messiness and overrode my complaints with a bright, crazed smile, I determined to be badly injured as an "I'll show her!" sort of thing, and my brother gave off an eager, sadistic air as he tried to figure out how to break my arm. So apparently my whole head was just infected with a cold manifesting as irrational thoughts in both myself and my dream characters. Which is pretty neat, though seemingly obvious. it sort of shows the effect my thinking has on my dream characters, right?

Fragment 2
lots of space shenanigans; me and some others were up in space and sometimes drifting along and other times climbing into this little space shuttle

Fragment 3
some bit where I'm practicing breathing through my mouth without using my nose at all (I was doing pretty well and then it made me gag which is a new thing for dreams yay way2go me)

Fragment 4
me goin' to the 7-11 but what for ?? oh yeah I was looking for this really good chocolatey trail mix or cereal or somethin' but I couldn't find it

Fragment 5
ex-friend talking about how he's a Pokemon trainer while constantly having to spit (in the dream this didn't bother me much at all but now I'm like "gross")

My bosses work ute is in the carpark to a reservoir that we used to sneak into when I was a kid(early teens),the car had electrical problems.A work mate and I went to repair it,we got sidetracked and saw 2 mangey vultures standing on a perch looking through a window at baby pigs and chickens in incubators.They wouldn't leave.We were then in a canteen type room and I saw my uncle waiting in his work clothes with other people they were eating plates of prawns.My uncle didn't talk to me.I went to leave the carpark in a early model corolla which Ive never seen before but it wouldn't start......