non-lucid

Side-note | Lucid

Jeff's troubles
I'm in a room with my family, Jeff C, and maybe other people. Jeff is talking about a meeting he had with his company (Verizon) that was very difficult. It seems they're trying to bring him up on false disciplinary charges and he's having to fight back really hard. They're using all kinds of dirty tricks; this last meeting wasn't even held at the time they'd originally scheduled it for. Someone comments that Jeff's superior died recently and asks if it was because of this kind of thing, but Jeff replies that it wasn't quite the same, that he actually died of an equipment failure. I realize that my second daughter is playing with Jeff's boots, that she's got some kind of tool and is pulling plugs of leather and elastic out of the heel of the boots. Jeff is displeased, making a passive aggressive comment along the lines of "I really need those," and I take a more direct tone with her.


Strange construction
I'm walking along a road in a neighborhood. It's a cul-de-sac, so I know it'll be ending, but I'm surprised to see that it ends a lot sooner than I think it should, with a large box of a building built right on the road. Now I'm in the building talking with one of my friends. It seems he'd managed to acquire the rights to build on top of the road, but that another guy we know heard about it and managed to acquire rights for the adjacent block. The two of them are good friends; the second man did it partly to help his friend, but also partly out of a friendly rivalry. The two are building the building jointly, though they're each staying completely to their own section and not building on the other's section at all. For such a strange joint effort, I'm impressed with how it all looks; then I notice that there's a spot where the floors come together that's really messed up and not smooth like the rest of the concrete floor. The building itself is pretty complete. It's just a huge open space, very wide, very tall, and very deep. There are some small windows, though the place seems mostly lit by artificial lighting (I don't see it, but it feels like it).

Now the building is a church. The whole place is filled with chairs. Attendance is way down, since it's summer and most of the people who live here are students who have gone home fur the break. There's some kind of discussion about recording the sermon. A woman on the other side makes a comment about knowing all about big projects since she works for (my company). I hadn't realized we both worked for the same company, so I decide to introduce myself after the service is over.

Now I have some kind of internal monologue about my eldest daughter learning to play Ultimate Frisbee. I see a large crowd of teenage players on a field, including my daughter (who's not yet a teen IRL). She throws the frisbee almost casually, yet it streaks straight to its intended target, another player. Oddly, none of the other players are moving, and I realize this is a game following some unusual rules. Her throw is perfect; yet it turns out she threw to the wrong target, so she (or her team) actually loses points on the throw. I'm disappointed for her.


Little people in the kitchen
I'm observing in a kitchen. A young man just a few inches tall is trying to move around the edge of the kitchen island. His goal is a drawer on the other side of the island where a steak knife rests. Something goes wrong and he's not able to make it. This seems to be a family of tiny people who live in the house with the normal-sized people completely unawares. The father of the little people decides the son needs to try again. For some reason, he's full-sized, so it's easy for him to re-open the drawer (I don't know how it got closed) and flip the knife on its back so the sharp side is up (just like in the original task). The son starts to get ready got climb back up, but his brother (who's terrible at this sort of thing) decides to join him. The first brother is surprised, but the second explains that he'll need to get good at this sooner or later, and the first agrees. They approach the island, except now they're at least as tall as it is. They put their backs to it and do some kind of weird backflip to get up onto it.


Kitchen conversation
I'm sitting with a family around a table, talking about jams and juices. I'm trying to explain to the wife that there are different kinds of juices, mostly made from fruits. This comes as a surprise to her; she thought juice always came from ???. My wife explains that most jellies and jams are made from fruit juice, not ??? juice. I'm eating something smeared with a nice berry jam of some sort. I'm still a little hungry, so I go to the fridge and get out the milk, intending to have a glass to top off. When I look at it, I realize it's separated, with white at the bottom and a milky watery layer at the top half. I realize it's just skim milk, and it would be fine if I shook it, but I put it back as I've always despised skim.


Sharing a dream
I debated about whether to consider this lucid or not. I decided I should, since know I'm dreaming, and I manipulate it; yet my awareness was so low that I didn't recognize my wife as a DC.

I'm walking with my wife through a wide, featureless, gray hallway. I know I'm dreaming and that I just came out of another dream; yet I also believe that I'm sharing a dream with my wife a la Inception, that she's truly here with me. We discuss the previous dream, then dreaming in general. She says she doesn't think she can control the dream, so that makes me want to try. I hold out my hand, palm up, and manage to summon something small into it. I'm really pleased, as that's the first time I've been able to summon something. She tries and also summons something small into her hand; we're both really excited.

Later, we're still walking in the gray hallway, talking about dreaming. I haven't ever managed to get more than a foot or two off the ground trying to fly, so I decide to try again. After a moment, I start slowly to rise from the ground. It looks like I'm slowly falling upwards, and I think I'm going to land on the ceiling. I don't want that, and I manage to stabilize myself so I'm floating along suspended between the floor and ceiling. My wife tries it and manages to do something similar. Again, we're both excited.

At some point we talk about it being a bad idea to use the dream sharing device to share non-lucid dreams, since who knows what you'd see in the other person's subconscious that you'd rather not see (or they'd prefer you not to see).

Now we're both walking again. She asks what else can be done in dreams. I remind her of summoning things, and I'm surprised when she shows hesitation, even though we did it not too long ago. I try again, but this time I fail. She doesn't try it, instead deciding that she's going to change her hair color from dark brown to blond. I watch her trying for a moment, then decide to help her out to give her more confidence. I start concentrating too, trying to change her hair color, but nothing happens. I close my eyes so I can picture the change more clearly; unfortunately when I open my eyes I can't see anything and I know the dream is fading. After a few moments, I wake up. I try to chain a DEILD but fail.


Hunting for tools
It's night. I'm by myself at "home," in an upstairs bathroom, thinking back on my childhood. Now I'm in a bedroom, trying to figure out how to get into a rotten tree in the back yard; I know there's some kind of treasure hidden in the trunk. I know I'm dreaming, but I don't think much of it. I have a huge bag of tools that I think will help me, and I decide to use an explosive to open it. The bag is on the top bunk of one of my kids' beds. I don't remember setting the charge, but it has something to do with fiddling with the lights in the bathroom across the hall. I head one room down the hallway, cover my ears, and wait. I hear words, and I'm pretty sure they're announcements of how long until the blast, but I'm not willing to uncover my ears to hear more clearly. I do move so I can stick my head into the hallway so I can try to hear more clearly. The announcement seems to be in my own voice, but I still can't make out the words. Eventually, I hear a muffled boom. All the lights in the house start slowly blinking on and off, but out of sync with each other. I go into the bathroom to turn off / undo whatever I did in there, then I go into the bedroom to find what tools I have available. Looking on the top bunk, I start sorting through the stuff. I turns out to be all stuffed animals without a single tool in sight.

As I leave the bedroom, I realize that I never took the time to ground myself in the dream. I stop and slowly look around myself, trying to take everything in. I touch one wall and feel the slightly rough texture - it looks and feels like sandpaper. I touch another nearby wall which looks like it has stones embedded in it. I'm surprised by how smooth it is until I notice the thin layer of glass covering it. I kneel down and run my fingers through the carpet, feeling its texture. I'm near the end of the upstairs hallway where I see a water fountain. A little doubt crosses my mind - is a water fountain normally found in a house? - but I shrug it off and decide to get a drink. I approach the water fountain, turn the handle, and get a drink. I take note of how cold and wet it feels, and I find it very pleasant.

Now that I've grounded myself in the dream, I decide to go down to the garage to get the tool I need. Now I'm in the kitchen. My mind wanders some, thinking of Robert G. He was in the military, did well for a while (though his father was terrified he'd be killed), but eventually lost his leg and had to come home. I fondly recall him, and think that for the first few years of my life I was a G before becoming part of another family.

Now I'm going down a second flight of steps towards the garage. As I'm going down the steps I consider throwing myself down them and trying to fly, but I can't bring myself to do it. At the bottom of the stairs, I see the door into the garage is already ajar. I try to open it by thought, but nothing happens. I push it open and go through.

In the garage, I'm surprised to see that the left-hand garage door is open and that Mike D is parked outside, tools out, working on a car that's half pulled into the garage. I ignore him at first, walking to the other side of the garage and digging through my pile of tools. I find something that looks kind of twisted and not really useful, but it's a big hunk of metal if nothing else and should be able to knock the rotten wood away from the tree. I grab it and head out the garage through the open garage door. I look through Mike's pile of tools and grab something else. , My wife's alarm wakes me up.


The synthesizer
I'm in the audience at a concert. I really don't like the music much. Now the concert seems to be over, but the two musicians are still there, playing for a handful of people in the front row. I walk down to take a closer look. The main musician is playing what appears to be an electric banjo. As I watch, he stops plucking at it and pulls out a bow to use on it; I'm impressed and look forward to hearing what sound that makes. The bow is actually fairly nice on it. As I look more closely, I see that it's not a banjo at all, but rather a large box with belts running side-to-side in it. The bow is moving the belts side-to-side and up and down, and sensors on the ends of the belt read his motions and produce sound. As he's playing, he frequently reconfigures the belts to produce different types of sounds. He sees me watching and says "It's a synthesizer" as if that explains completely what he's doing.


Fragment
I'm driving on a long road. It's perfectly straight without a single turn, but it goes up and down some fairly hilly terrain. I know I'll be turning right into a large church.

Non-lucid Dream #56 Dream,(Comments)
Background: I meditated for 15 min again. I paid my respects to Buddha, for giving this understanding thousands of years ago. I became peaceful in my meditation. The mind seemed to wonder but it didn't bother me. I came back to the breath after being aware of what ever distracted me. I did this many times. I was restless as I was going to sleep but I found out it was because I forgot to give grandma her medicine.

Dream fragment 1 from 8:43pm-12:50am" Magneto's Power":
I was flying a helicopter. I gave an order out, another helicopter pilot was suppose to respond but he was a newbie so I had to respond. They(?) wanted me to stop another helicopter from stealing the nukes. I was told to distract them. I saw this purple glowing ring. I flew to it and I was about to land the helicopter. The other helicopter showed up connected by wires. I then used magneto's power and lowered the helicopter down. Inside was some an android which I assumed to be evil. She looked very human. I picked her up with telekinesis and I ripped her body in half. I didn't see any blood nor did I see any wires but I heard the metal rip. I then started crumbling her body with my hands clenching. I can hear the metallic noise. People were scared of me and they started running. I have been watching a lot of movies that has to do with superpowers mainly telekinesis.

Date: 3/22/2014 (Fri)
Total sleep: 8 hours
Daytime Techniques: RCs, visualization,
Lucid Techniques: Mantra, brief hand technique
Recall Techniques: Mantra
Fell Asleep: 12:00 am
Dream 1 Title: Cars (fragment)
Dream 1: I’m driving an old 1960’s British car, which is yellow. I am chasing another car (same make/model) but it is white. We are on a British country road. There are no houses to be seen, just miles of grassland. There is someone else in the car with me, but I don’t remember who. The road splits ahead. The white car goes left, down a hill. We go right up a hill. The roads run parallel to each other. As we reach the peak of the hill I cut the wheel sharply to the left, we jump off of a cliff, fly through the air, and land on the roof of the white car. We stay perfectly on top of the white care as it rolls off the road to a stop. I can’t remember anything else.
Dream 2 Title: Messy Room
Dream 2: I am in my parent’s house, in my old room (from high school). The room is a complete mess. It is full of old junk. I know I need to get it organized. There are boxes full of stuff on the floor, the dresser tops are covered in stuff, there are many shelves on the wall full of knick-knacks and figurines, my closet is full of shelves full of old shoes as well as a long hanger pole which is stuffed with old cloths on hangers. I know all of this stuff was purchased by my parents at yard sales. I am very frustrated because there is nowhere to put all the stuff that is in boxes on the floor. Yet I know I need to get it organized and put away. Jen, my daughter and her friend come into the room. They are going to help. We are all looking though the boxes. I find an interesting item. It looks like a tiny cactus in a tiny red pot, but the cactus is made from natural, uncut, blue crystal. I take it to the window and look closely at it. It glimmers in the sunlight. I place it on the edge between the top and bottom halves of the window. I adjust its position so the sunlight catches it just right. When the light passes through the crystal it casts an amazing blue image on the floor. It looks like a moving blue laser light show. My wife and the kids are amazed. I continue to try to organize the room, the dream gets foggy and I wake up.
Dream 3 Title: Old Truck
Dream 3: I am outside on a nice summer day. I am in a residential neighborhood (I don’t recognize it from real life). There is an old 1950’s red (with faded paint and lots of rust) pickup truck parked on the side of the road. I go to it, open the driver’s side door, and try to get in, but the truck rolls forward into the street. There is a couple there. The woman tells me that her grandfather has been fixing up the truck and I shouldn’t touch it because it may break. I apologize. I grab the frame of the open door and begin to move the truck (with super human strength) back to its original position. The rear axel and wheels come off and roll away. I feel really bad about breaking the truck. The woman (slim, with short red hair) comes over and tells me to help her lift the trick up so her husband can put the axel back in place. We bend down, grab hold, and lift the truck up. As we press the truck up over our heads (super human strength) the woman’s shirt gets caught on something and is pulled up exposing her small perky breasts…the dream fades and I wake up.
Dream 4 Title: Matrix Kid
Dream 4: I am back in my old bedroom (from Dream 1). I am laying in bed. The room looks similar to dream 1, but without all the junk. There are many pictures hanging on the walls. Jen comes in and tells me I need to get up and get ready for a family party. I get up just as two young girls run in the room. One is my daughter (but she doesn’t look like my daughter and it only about 8 years old), the other is my niece (but she doesn’t look like my niece and is only 3-4 years old). My daughter runs to one of the walls, jumps up, and begins to run across the tops of the picture frames (this looks like something out of the Matrix movie). My niece follows her. As my daughter jumps for the last picture frame on the wall, she flies over a dresser and lands gently on the floor. My niece tries to follow but falls and crashes on top of the dresser. Knick-Knacks go flying everywhere and she falls to the floor. She is crying. I go over to see if she is alright, she is ok. I shout to my daughter to come back in the room, and she does. I tell her that can’t do that anymore today because the smaller kids will try to follow her and get hurt. She says “Okay” and leaves the room. The dream gets foggy at this point. I vaguely remember helping my wife clean the house, by going from room to room picking up stuff off of the floor. At some point I go to the supermarket to get some stuff for the party. I wake up
Awake: 8 am
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness) D1 = 5; D2 = 7; D2 = 6; D4 = 7
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid) D1 = 3; D2 = 5; D3 = 4; D4 = 5
Length: (how long it felt like! Because that matters) D1 = 2 min; D2 = 10 min; D3 = 4 min; D4 = 15 min
Emotions: Annoyance, frustration; guilt
Dream Signs: super human strength, kids I know but don’t look like they should, kids doing matrix moves, crystal casing a laser light show
Notes: I took some melatonin last night along with the B-5 and Chorine. Got to bed late.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I am one of the maids of a princess. She is invited to meet a prince, supposedly to arrange a marriage between the two and I am one of the two maids that will accompany her. We are silly girls, gossiping all the way about how romantic this is and how this prince will be such a gentleman and they'll fall in love for each other. But when we arrive at his palace, in the mountains, he is still in bed, apparently with an hangover. The king is pissed and drags us with him to the prince's room, where we have to watch him dragging him out of bed. He is rude and unclean. But that's not the worst.
Later on, he invites the princess to his quarters and we accompany her, but instead of a chaste meeting to break the ice, we find ourselves in a room surrounded by court members dressed in S&M costumes, mostly black and golden, and the princess is sexually abused and humilliated by the prince in front of everybody. They cheer and they help torture her and we are hopelessly forbiden to interfere. So I run to the garden outside. I meet a nice couple that comforts me and says they understand my shock. They ask if I know what's going on. I don't. Then part of their heads becomes green, with spikes and I realize they aren't quite human. They say that's true, no one inside that palace is really human. And because we, maids, have already seen too much, we will be sacrificed after this sexual ritual ends. They say they can help me, but they don't know if they can still help the other maid who's still inside.
They tell me to hide in the woods. I stay there, behind a stone wall, until it's dark. I see people from the villages down below, coming up to the palace gardens, supposedly invited to some public event. They wait outside in a very festive enviroment. But then I see strange lights in the sky and as they come closer, I distinguish triangular shaped ships that start shooting rays of light that kill people. As people run in panic, one of the ships lands nearby and some strange creatures, like deformed horses, covered in black suits, come out of it and start shooting rays in all directions. Always hidden behind that wall, I try to run away from there too. I come across this couple that helped me before and they point me an entrance to a tunnel, they say will exit 1 or 2 kms downhill. I step inside, but it is very tight and I feel claustrophobic thinking about crawling 1 or 2 kms in that dark tunnel. I prefer to take my risks in the woods. So I keep going downhill and I see more of those dark horses killing people and barely escape one.
Only when it's early morning I arrive at a village and feel safe. There's other survivors arriving to and sharing their stories and wondering what kind of creatures were that. Some claim that the dark horses actually had people inside, others talk about monsters disguised as people.

aaaaaaaaaafter this I'm just gonna sleep without an alarm because sleepyyyy

note: WILD-wise, my problem doesn't seem to be "not being able to fall asleep" anymore ... now it's that I fall asleep easily and aaaa

Fragment 1
I was watchin' some anime or movie or something, and these free-spirit good guys (members of some larger good guy group but banded together with each other) woke up during the night and hopped on horses to ride out of town for some reason. Somethin' important to accomplish out there. Kind of an Old West sort of town. There were maybe about six horse guys and then as they rode they started boundin' along the roofs, leaping from one building to the next; and one guy even leapt up to some tall buildings near the front of the town, and then leapt to the top of the welcome gate thing, and then leapt down.

I was like whoaaa at that one guy, and mom was watching or had just started watching, so I rewound the anime/movie/whatever so she could watch this crazy daredevil guy. But he didn't do it this time. He did some other thing. I was just sort of annoyed 'cause I kept waiting for the same thing to happen and then before you know it they were outta the town. Huh.

Also some bit about the six of 'em bein' in a cave at night.

Fragment 2
Mom, Ben, Jess and I are riding up and down these escalators. There're like, three floors of this building. Think it had glass walls but I couldn't really see outside.

Anyway the basic premise was that we had to ride the escalators in a certain (short) order, because that would unlock the sliding automatic doors on the first floor. Apparently they were trying to make sure that we looked outside and caught a glimpse of the Lincoln Memorial during our escalator riding, "Lincoln Memorial" being the password that flashed when you'd done it right. Pretty sure I said that to Ben in the dream so it's probably dream canon!

On our last go-round I looked down and saw an old lady going up, so I had to move to the left. Shoot, I know I'm missing something. It was more than just escalator riding but aaaaaaaaa.

The whole thing was pretty vivid, which was nice. *yaawwnn* back to bed...

1. [Non-Lucid]
My Nan has these games on the PC upstairs, so I struggle to walk up the stairs and get a little stuck but manage to pull on the stair gate to become unstuck.

Now I'm in a game, I'm a tank, a really fast tank, so I'm zooming about the level in my fast tank, I hit a curved wall and it turns the tank and grinds to a halt against the wall, I managed to get free from the wall and try and cross this road by maneuvering around the cars.

I'm now in a town with a lot of people in it, I am protecting this town from bad guys with shotguns, I'm in a fight with this guy who has a Sawnoff shotgun, he shoots me so I shoot back twice then he shoots me a second time just before he dies, I blackout and wake up in a small room, theirs a guy sitting down, I stand up and say "damn my ass is sore", it feels sore because it somehow got burnt by a shotgun.

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Fragments:
I'n a lineup to talk or sing in front of a few people, I really didn't want too.
Accidentally called my sister gab.
I see a woman dressed in red and yellow standing at a balcony.
With this woman, its very dark, there are candles.

Possible dream signs:
Sister, gab, stairs

UH SHOOT. I dreamed something... then I woke up at some point and remembered it... and then fell back asleep and then at some point alarm went off, so gg.

I think when I started doing WBTB's my intent and my mind were so in sync that I would wake up from a dream to my WBTB alarm, and BAM: fantastic recall. But now I'm slackin' off in that regard, so I wake up a bit earlier, then fall back asleep and forget ... which might mean I'll have to get used to getting up even if my alarm isn't going off. And if that's the case I may as well put my computer next to my bed so I can blind myself with the screen's light at will. We shall seeeeee~

Also I tried somethin' a bit different for this WBTB: turned on the light and drank a cup of apple cider while I was writing this. Maybe it'll make some kinda difference? Also gonna try sleeping for another 1.5 hours and then doing another WBTB. Maybe.

Fragment
Uhhhmmm okay so one part that I remember was that Mom and I were walking to some kind of bus stop as part of the larger dream (which featured a fairly evil Big Bad), and then I started using dream powers of some sort. Wasn't lucid at all, so they were just dream facts. Think I mighta been hovering around. There was some sort of larger point to that scene, and my actions.

Uhhhhhh... the overall scheme of the dream revolved around this Big Bad sort of guy, some kind of mega-evil ghost or god of some sort, and the Saturday-morning-cartoon-style child protagonists who dared to defy him.

Not that it worked out for them in a saturday-morning-cartoon sort of way. Had a bit of an Animorphs vibe, I think. I can sort of remember a bit where some Jake or Toby-esque (from Animorphs) leader kid was physically trapped in some kinda inescapable magic hold of the evil guy's. For now the bad guy was just talking to him .. but he was the sort of villain that could drive a person crazy just by talking to them, just by very deliberately toying with their mind and emotions and whatever else he could use.

Also, it didn't matter to him that his opponents were children. The fact that they were challenging him was, in his mind, justification enough for him being utterly ruthless. But he did seem to realize that they posed less of a threat, and with apparently no other, more pressing issues to face, he made slowly and deliberately taking them apart his sole and temporary focus. He was immortal for whatever reason (leaning more towards god than ghost), so he had that sort of "entertain me" or "alleviate my boredom" vibe that immortal people tend to have in stories.

Over the course of the dream some crazy things happened that I don't recall, as the bad guy proceeded to gradually win and convince some of the kids that fighting simply wasn't worth it anymore, and they might as well switch to his side. That's about where the dream ended, I think, with a shot of a room strongly featuring his presence, and with a few dejected kids sitting around waiting for his orders or whatever.

Anyway I'm callin' all that a fragment because the dream as it exists in my memory is a mere shadow of its former self, and while the story's background remains relatively strong in my mind, any events of the story have, for the most part, fled. Which is kind of annoying because it was such a weird and unique and interesting story, to me, and the only copy was in my mind and I dropped the baaaallllllll~

An elephant is making a request of a king or a god, and saying "I am only a lowly guardsman." As he says this, I see him kneeling on a battlefield, wearing armor.

Next to the elephant, there's a man speaking with a woman from the opposing army, each with their own soldiers behind them. The woman goes by the name or title Amah. She's very beautiful and very prideful, smiling and casually resting her elbow on the shoulder of the man next to her, her servant. This is the second time they're meeting like this. The first time, she made some demand or threat which was fulfilled. This time, her servant announces that she's come to 'kill your wives' or something similar, something about causing the deaths of women at least. He says something flowery about those she's killed in the past, and how the great sympathy she has for these women is the reason she does not permit them to speak her real name. Amah says, "It would murder me. I could not stand it." She's still smiling as she says it.

She suddenly slumps forward and falls to the ground. The man she'd been speaking to has simply whispered her name.

(Watched true detective before bed)

I negotiated a huge drug deal because my neighbor was too afraid.

My girlfriend inherited a weird blue GTA V style super car. On close inspection Its skin was a very flimsy shiny plastic that seemed melted and falling apart in spots. Wires and electronics were left exposed in spots. It appeared to have action figures build into hood air intake and some kind of stereo system build into its spoiler. Never drove it.

I'm in some ultra modern Dutch style architectural office I guess. It is two story's tall and very narrow. The building has no floors. All the desks and drafting tables and other clutter is accessible on one narrow two story vertical surface. The architects are suspended in normal looking office chairs that have some practical apparatus that moves them around verticals office. Furthermore, there are large glass windows but suspended freely about 6 feet behind the architects seats. The window panels have huge open gaps leaving the office mostly open to the elements which is odd because it the environment was like an overcast Aspen CO winter. Naturally it was not cold.

In the office I'm balancing very high waiting for one of these jerks for some reason. I'm holding an easel with a large gold picture frame. It's coverd in cloth and smells like turpentine. I know it has something to do with some event my girlfriend has planned for us. I remember feeling disinterested in the event.

LET'S MAKE THIS HAPPENNNNN
so last night was another attempt to get a good, uninterrupted night's sleep, mostly successful I'd say. Soon I'll get back to WBTB's, although the uhh, sort of expectation that comes with an attempt is a little stressful and I end up in weird, half-awake moods. I'd say it's worth it though. As long as I know what I'm getting into, right?

Fragment - Crisis Core Cloud Kill-off
hahaha ALLITERATION

OK so basically I dreamed about a story in a big desert. I don't really remember the earlier parts, but at the end it kinda segued into the end of Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core ... except this time, Cloud was the one who died, instead of Zack. :U ... I actually found that to be a pretty interesting concept, and I really enjoyed the sort of emotions of the dream, especially when my alarm went off with "How'm I Supposed To Die" by Civil Twilight playing.

Anyway it was quite sad. Zack carried on, still managing to maintain his sense of humor despite being quite alone now, and in the middle of a desert. Think he had to fend off some kinda weird zombie things, which also made an appearance in my later dream. SPEAKING OF WHICH—>>>

Dream - "Assassin's Creed" Vidya Game
I'm putting this one in a spoiler because I ended up rambling for a good, uh, 1500 words. Wow.

Spoiler for SO MANY WOOOOORDS:

ALRIGHT this one was pretty cool hey alright. Set in a video game which is pretty interesting. Let's capture these details~

So it started off supposedly set in an Assassin's Creed video game. I didn't think it was a dream, I just knew I was gaming, even though, y'know, I was physically present in the game. Which I guess is kind of how it is in real life too so that makes sense. I mean, you don't spend the whole game thinking "I am a person looking at a screen," you think something like "IM CORVO AND I HAVE MAGIC POWERS OH CRAP THAT GUARD IS LOOKING RIGHT AT ME" SO ANYWAY

Started off in some kinda dungeon. There were big cages with prisoners inside nearby, arranged along the wall in front of me and to my right, and an empty cage to my left. Behind me was an open space and some kinda drop-down ledge thing, and ahead there was a left turn (rounding the empty cage) which led "forward". As in progress in the game.

The first thing I did, though, was head backwards, and drop off the ledge. I think there may have been a bit of a slant and some stairs leading down slightly. Fricking. Architecture. NEVERMIND.

Abruptly there were four zombie things blocking the way I'd just come from. They were pretty awful looking, their skin blotched dark red and white as though they'd taken burns to most of their bodies, with disfigurations all over their faces and y'know, no eyes, no hair, gaping mouths, the whole shebang. They weren't scary at all, for whatever reason. They flailed to demonstrate their willingness to attack me, and then I took 'em out. Don't remember how. What is with my brain and just skipping the good parts? PAY ATTENTION TO THE FIGHT SCENES, DUDE.

Anyway then I decided it was time for sneaky sneak things. My brain decided I was playing Assassin's Creed, but as far as I know it wasn't much like it. Stronger focus on not being seen at all, not much in the way of assassinations. Sort of more of an Outlast vibe.

Arright so anyway I moved forward and climbed up onto the empty cage, probably making some simply amazing clanging noises as I went. Then I crouched up there, because some weirdo crouched on top of an empty cage is basically invisible, I guess. People don't look up so maybe...?

At the end of the (short) hallway was a door with yellow light and fancy-lookin' carpeting beyond it, and a right turn leading down another hallway that had some doors along the side. That was my goal. Eventually.

Then a frickin' parade of people went by. Like, everyone needed to use this fricking prison hallway. They were actually pretty interesting, though. Like, you'd have a group that might consist of four or five people, maybe two paired together, maybe some dude in a rolling cage, a girl wearing makeup and fancy clothes, all of 'em just loaded with detail... that would be just one group. And there were probably like six of those groups going by. EVERYONE NEEDED TO USE THIS HALLWAY. WHAT WAS THEIR DEAL. I was just waiting for the "game" to stop throwing new people at me, which may have been part of the problem.

At some point I snuck off the cage and managed to hide under some stairs, also along the left wall, and a bit closer to the door. They were these weird, rickety, pointless stairs leading up to nothing, and they had some more rickety wood stuff between me and the still-continuing parade of random people, which apparently served as SUFFICIENT HIDING in this game. Btw all these indignant reactions I'm having are post-dream. During the dream I was just like, "AW YEAH RICKETY STAIRS. The ultimate hiding spot."

Next I had to sneak around in a brightly lit hallway with absolutely no cover, around an entire group of courtiers or whatever you call 'ems, the people who hang out in large groups wearing fancy dresses and talk about fans or whatever. This was accomplished by, I don't know, doing that somehow. The game didn't exactly present some expected scenario, so I ended up crouch-running around them like a weirdo. You know what, maybe it wasn't even really a stealth game. Maybe it was just an exploration of how much weirdness people are willing to ignore from one man.

Uhhh and then also there was some bit where I was lying in wait back at the stairs and caught sight of some weird butler guy. He had kind of a wrinkled pug-dog sort of a face, not actually a pug-dog. It was really just what I would call a dumb face, no offense to anyone in the real world. Like, he clearly made an excellent butler, was perhaps the best butler a castle could have, but as a king he would've been the nicest, most well-meaning king a country could have, before being executed by rioting peasants because he forgot to attend to important peasant life things, like food or whatever. He was that kind of guy.

He also had a couple clones, which was neat. Just him and his two clones lined up in preparation for more butler things. Good times.

Then I was back to sneaking around courtiers, who fortunately all decided to bow to someone at the same time, mere moments after I had sprinted out from hiding while somehow still in a crouch. I skirted the group and hid under a decorative table against the hallway's wall, before shortly deciding to sneak into a particular door across the hall.

I walked into the room like a normal person and encountered some kindly American watchmaker who was totally on my side. How I knew he was on my side, I have no idea. It was a Dream Fact™. He welcomed me and was all nice and stuff, and then someone entered the tiny room and I had to duck under the table, which was about waist height and plain wood with four legs and no cover, so as you can imagine it didn't prevent someone from seeing me at all. The game was satisfied, though. Way to take cover, the game seemed to be saying, judging by the fact that the soldier who was now chatting up the watchmaker hadn't decided to shoot and/or stab and/or notice me.

He eventually left, and I crawled out from under the table and commissioned a watch from the watchmaker. He happily obliged and I watched in wonder as he made a watch that I just absolutely adored. I remember looking at it super closely and seeing absolutely nothing weird about it, all the numbers in the right place and the whole thing made of some material that was glorious to behold. I loved that frickin' watch. Also, I think it turned me back into my normal shape as a girl instead of some grown man assassin thief. I mean, the process of being made a watch that I loved turned me back into me, and the game sort of stopped being a game at that point.

Hmmm so at that point we walked out of the room and were suddenly in a Metro, and Ben was with me being my personal second shadow again (gonna have to make that boy a dreamsign, unless the process of going "oh my brother whom I adore is here, I MUST BE DREAMING" is just too depressing). I think the watchmaker finished the watch then?? I am not sure ?? Dream timing is so weird.

And to wrap all this up, Ben and I hopped on a Metro train and accidentally left the watchmaker behind, who turned into Hobbes from Calvin and Hobbes and started throwing important things that we needed to us while somehow keeping pace with the train (but not so much that he could catch up and jump aboard). I remember trying to catch thing while my arms were full, but it worked out.

THEN HE WAS DEAD. Ben and I hopped off the train and were abruptly at a giant monument that had been erected in his honor, in the middle of a park. It was daytime and the whole thing had a sort of pleasant springtime feel. GOOD TIMES.

Oh yeah, last thing is that at some point there was a brief flash where I saw a part of the game I hadn't gotten to yet. Something about being in some lovely marble room with a fireplace, above which was a mantel, from which things were falling, some of which broke on the ground. PREPOSITION CHAINING. Not a recommended way to extend a sentence...

UH ANYWAY. The important thing about this flash was that the whole scene was in some kinda HD. Even more HD than the parts of the dream I'd already encountered. This was exciting to me in the dream, but it's even more exciting to me now because THAT MEANS HD IN DREAMS. SUPER HD. GLORIOUS HD. I'm excited~

Dream 1:

I was hanging out with my sister and this guy. The guy started to act crazy. The barrier between his thoughts and actions disappeared, he became unconscious but he still kept acting out whatever his instinctual reactions were. Was terrifying, he was like an animal yet completely unpredictable. He would become conscious/lucid occasionally and he was a really nice guy but that was often short lived as his madness would overtake him quite quickly.

Dream 2:

I did a WILD into this dream. Watched the dream successfully form. I was in a car with these two guys, but I was another person. I noticed that there was already a clear storyline going on, so I decided to play along for a bit to see what happened. We arrived at our destination and I found out we were all detectives. Two more detectives approached and gave us each 20,000$. It was dirty money which I gladly pocketed. Lost lucidity around this point. We were going to go to a gambling den to steal some money. They were all supposed to go in first and I was going to be the getaway car. I had to piss so I went inside and ran into Andy Warhol. He asked me some weird question about people being clowns. I told him that he was a clown and so was I. His brain just about exploded and I walked away. I wandered around trying to get to the bathroom but there were so many people blocking the way it was tough. Then I woke up.

Dream 3:

I was supposed to meet some girl but it ended up being this creepy guy instead. He wanted to be my pet or something? I don't know I think he also wanted to rape me. It turned out he was actually a space-flea in human form and I started to run away from him. I became lucid and started flying away. He jumped really high and I kept flying higher but I couldn't get into my super flying speed. So he stayed on my tail. Some random DC was running after me too, trying to help. He told me that he found a way to banish the flea and that I had to find his true colors. So I guessed red-blue. I somehow ended up back in a house. I was still afraid that creepy flea DC was chasing me so I phased through the wall and started flying away again. Woke up.

I got in an elevator with a couple people and we all pressed different floor numbers. I can't remember what number I pressed I think it was 401. Everyone got off on the second stop including a lady with her daughter but they realized this was not their floor so they tried to jump back in the elevator. The woman got in first and the elevator doors started to close I tried to hit the open button but I didn't hit it fast enough and the doors closed repeatedly in on the child. We finally got the girl out and the mother was so angry at me. I told her I was sorry that I didn't hit the button fast enough.

Then the mother picked up her child and continued to wait for her stop. As the doors were opening she dropped her child and she watched her crawl under the doors and fall out on to the train tracks( the elevator turned into a train) I was shocked and was panicking saying " how could you do that, the train ran over her!" I was surprised that she seemed really apathetic towards the situation and she blamed it on me. I got out of the train and started to swim to a platform ( the underground station had flooded) I got on a piece of drift wood and noticed the girl in the water. I thought she was dead at first but she swam up onto a ledge. We both got to her and I saw a giant rat in the water so I said that we shouldn't swim anymore.

The ledge had staircases which lead to a room with a bunch of toys. There were a lot of people in there and I noticed a box that said my name but with io attached to the end. I looked through it and has such a great time remembering all the toys and drawing I made. The stuff in the box was actual stuff I have had in real life.

Recalled another dream.

03/21/14

6:30 am non-lucid

Another dream about cars. I'm driving to church (?), but I get stuck in traffic and am unable to get off the exit in time, so just keep going, all the way down to the city. The dream landscape is similar to my other dreams in which I drive to the city and am trying to get home. In fact, as I'm thinking about how to get home as my dream self, that landscape comes to mind.

I'm upset about missing church, but feel like it's unfair to be judged because I tried so hard, but there was just so much traffic and it was so complicated turning myself around.

Fragments:
On a bus going to this place, The Stig is sat next to me silent as always.
I see Dave, my old sports tutor.
I saw Jeremy Clarkson for some reason.
I see this room full of monsters on some sort of conveyor belt.

Possible dream signs:
Dave, Clarkson, Stig

03/21/14

6:30 am non-lucid

I had a dream that I couldn't find where I parked my car. I was at a school of some sort, though I'm not sure if it was my high school, university or a mix of the two. This is because at one point my high school classmates were in the dream. But I was me, from present day, and they were older too. The dream landscape is similar to the one from my dream about the high school reunion. Different from my past dreams about high school and different from my dreams about my university.

I was looking for my car with my girlfriend (no girlfriend in waking life). Or, boyfriend? At some point she became a girl. And I think at one point, she became my close friend from the dream about the farm. Despite having a girlfriend in the dream, I also had a husband (my husband from waking life). Someone once questioned (or I questioned myself), "What about my husband," and I replied that I'm still dating my husband too, like I haven't chosen between them yet. I've had dreams like this before in the past too. In which I have to choose between my husband and boyfriend/girlfriend, but haven't yet.

The path we go down to get to the car is snowy, and there are various snow filled parking lots around it. Some too filled with snow to park in.