non-lucid

Date: 3/20/2014 (Thu Night)
Total sleep: 7 hours
Daytime Techniques: RC’s, Awareness, & Visualization
Lucid Techniques: Mantras & Visualization
Recall Techniques: Mantras & Reviewing previous dreams
Fell Asleep: 10 pm
Dream 1 Title: Corporate Event
Dream 1 (Fragment): I am at some kind of corporate event. There are 3 sales guys there. All of them are in their early 20’s. They are all wearing black suits, with white shirts and black ties. They are very excited and shouting out a corporate mantra which went something like this “Company Name! (I don’t recall the name) We Will Win!!”. I vaguely remember looking at a spreadsheet on a computer. I wake up.
Dream 2 Title: Another trip to a Mall
Dream 2 (Fragment): I am sitting in a minivan with my current friend Mike R. It is raining outside. I am sitting in a parking lot of a plaza. At some point I leave the car and go into a store. There are cloths hanging up on hooks which are on slat walls. All the walls in the store are slat walls. There are a lot of glass cases around containing miscellaneous items for sale. This place reminds me of a store I’ve been to in Wells Maine. At some point I am standing next to my wife and daughter. She is playing a video game on a computer. She stops and I decide to try it, but the game doesn’t make any sense to me so I don’t even try to play. I then leave the store. I walk out of the front door and it opens into a parking garage which reminds me of Logan airport in Boston. It is still raining and there is water leaking down the cement support beams. I wake up.
Awake: 5 am (I continued to lay in bed for about 30 min trying to remember the dreams)
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness) Dream 1 = 6; Dream 2 = 7
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid) Dream 1 = 4; Dream 2 = 5
Length: (how long it felt like! Because that matters) Dream 1 = 1 minute; Dream 2 = 10 minutes
Emotions: Dream 1: I was annoyed with the obnoxious sales guys. Dream 2: I was annoyed with the video game.
Dream Signs: Sitting in the car with a friend I don’t see often; being in a place I don’t recognize.
Notes: I took 400 mg of magnesium, 100 mg of chorine & 250 mg of B-5 2 hrs before bed. The magnesium helps me to fall asleep quicker and to say asleep through the night. However, it seems to be negatively impacting my dream recall. The chorine and B-5 are supposed to help with dream recall, but so far I’ve noticed no difference. After several days of binge eating sugar filled junk food, I was fully back on track with my paleo eating yesterday. I feel great this morning: Well rested and in a great mood.

Morning of March 20, 2014. Thursday.



I am seemingly at my sister Marilyn’s house, but it is not represented as such at all in my dream. Instead, I believe it is some sort of building where there is a documentary being pieced together - the otherwise large kitchen seems to be the main newsroom where the guests are discussing their fringe lifestyle. It concerns a group of about ten people who are involved in an isolated religious sect or cult to where they can only marry “alien cats” or whatever. These “alien cat people” are supposedly from a distant planet that has some sort of secret ties with the Earth and are somehow genetically compatible with humans.

However, the truth is being delved into in that the “cat people” are not really aliens but genetically and surgically altered domestic cats. There is a point at which I see one of the altered cats walking about somewhat clumsily on its two hind legs while only being slightly bigger than a typical house cat.

At a later point, a larger cat seems to try to eat my hand in the “living room” (this obviously comes from an image I saw on another user’s entry on one site as well as their dream itself). The room is different in that it has some sort of thinner fiberboard utility wall for tools or cords on the southern side and through the middle, halving the size of the area where I am. I do not think I can “reason” with the cat. It is quite annoying, but I am not hurt. It dawns on me eventually that it would be quite problematic to be “married” to an alien cat person even if such had any other potential relative to the media attention or weird isolationist religion.

Had another lucid! That's two for March, which is getting my hopes up for the future since I've been absolutely unsuccessful at lucid dreaming since my return in June. So hopefully I can keep the consistency alive!

The dream starts with myself and my friend Robert. We are in the process of robbing a bank together. I don't recall the actual hold up very well, but after we take the money the authorities show up to thwart our devious plans. However Rob and I take extreme actions and I believe we kill one of two cops in an attempt to escape the bank.

We successfully escape the bank and rush out into the parking lot. The cops are showering Rob and I with bullets, but luckily their aim sucks. I tell Rob that we'll never get to the getaway car at this rate. So, we take another extreme act of insurgency and get into a police car that is unguarded and drive off. The cops continue firing at us as we drive off, but their terrible aim allows us to get away unscathed.

I toss the money into the back as Rob drives the cop car away. As we're driving off I soon take notice that Rob is doing the speed limit of what I think was 35. I look at Rob cock-eyed and wonder what the hell he's doing.
"Rob, what the hell are you doing?" I say.
"Gotta go the speed limit dude." Rob replies.
"We just robbed a fucking bank!" I exclaim. "We're already going to jail if we get pulled over! Just go over the speed limit!"
"But they don't have the make on this car yet." Rob argues.
"What the fuck are you talking about?!" I snap. "We stole a fucking police car! They'll know who we are in a single glance!"
"Whatever man," Rob says. "Still gotta do the speed limit."
I facepalm as Rob turns onto the freeway now and takes the on-ramp. We pick up the pace ever so slightly as the speed limit goes up to 55(just an FYI for anyone outside the US or UK, we use miles per hour, not kilometers, so 55 is actually considerably fast).

We now exit the freeway just as the speed goes up to 65. I wished Rob had been driving that fast from the start, and now we'll probably end up on some dumb 25 road. Sure enough, we end up on a residential street(which are all usually 25 in America). And before we know it, the cops catch up to us and cut us off.

Rob and I get out of the car with our hands up. The cops pull out their guns and aim at us, they're going to shoot! I begin to cower in fear as the officers prepare to fire, and I think about how I can let it end this way. That's when I become lucid by pure luck. I jump up high into the air and come back down, testing my power out a little bit. I go up to a police officer, thinking of the February task of the month, to pull your own heart out. I get the idea to try and pull his heart out, but I can't do it. I grab on and end pull it forward, but it won't come out. The officers all freak out from my clearly superhuman power and leave the scene quickly.

Rob and I travel inside where I look around and think about the TOTM. I recall the middle name task and turn to random DC.
"What's your middle name?" I ask.
"Krejelt," (I think that's what she said, I recalled it this morning but I've forgotten now). "That's K-R-E-J-E-L-T."
"Thanks." I say, and then I leave.

Time to do two tasks in one dream! I remember I need to pinch someone who isn't wearing green. I begin searching around, only to discover that everyone is wearing green. What the fuck?! This isn't fair! I continue searching desperately for someone in green, and then I come across my friend Hannah who is sitting on a couch with what I think was a cast on her right leg. She isn't wearing any green, she's the perfect victim. Someone from behind says something before I can, and I turn to see who it is. It's my friend' solder brother Nick, and as I acknowledge him, I awake. NO!

Date: 18 March

Pre bedish: Vit C, l-arginine

Not quite the same results with vividness compared to the last time (15th) that used l-arg, but the wbtb did it

Pre wbtb dream: somewhat vivid but quite evasive for recall

wbtb: 1/3 latte

LD1: The beginning memory is quite vague but the dream starts in my parents' place where I shortly talk to dad, some minor awareness about this being a dream that goes away the next moment. A relative comes and I go to greet her but notice that she is shaking, try to calm her down and hug her but she shakes more. I take a look at my hands and for the first? time I see an extra finger next to each one (they are kind of separated yet moving together with my hand). This doesn't quite jolt me into lucidity as I don't give it any thought at all, still concerned about my relative. As I move a bit I finally recall the short lucid moment before and remember I was supposed to be lding. I walk around with no particular place in mind when I feel the dream starting to thin out. In addition, there is this real but dream amplified sensation of hunger in my stomach, which makes the dream even more unstable and me very pissed off. I drag myself forward near some furniture with a rather defeated mindset.

Then I see dad sitting at a long dinning room table and recall the Mad Hatter Tea Party task. I think my mom was also there, so I turn to the kitchen and tell her to make me some tea. I look at the kitchen but my mom has disappeared. No, just when I need her DC she's gone, I turn around and try to summon her, which should be easy, still no DC. Quite interestingly, I do hear loud noises coming from the kitchen as if she is there - the water running, dishes, etc.

I decide to summon a cup of tea myself and more like a habit, I move my hands closer as if holding a cup of tea and the next moment I start distinguishing the light tea liquid in between. After a bit, a china cup appears there as well. My mood is super elevated after this - an effective summon in direct eyesight - not what I expected! I place it on the table - its existence is very shifty, where I try to manipulate it into a proper looking and full tea cup. In the meantime, if not mistaken mom comes and leaves a small tea cup at the table. I pour some of the liquid from the large one into the small one. Now everything looks satisfactory. The cups are still a bit shifty now with blue decorations. This is probably the only less rushed part of the dream, where I actually decide to take a moment and examine the picture at the bottom of the cup and memorize it. It is a typical Chinese decoration in blue - a village person with a Chinese straw hat as if fishing barehanded in the river in front of a village. I even get to feel some cool false memories/info about the people that used this cup at this point in the past and their life.

The next thing I need is a rabbit and I think about one while looking around, then turning to dad to see that he is holding one - a real rabbit, but as I come closer to examine it becomes a stuffed toy rabbit. Oh, well, it's still a rabbit. Now I need the mad hatter and as planned I want to summon Johnny Depp to represent him. This will be a tough one, so I decide to summon him as Jack Sparrow as this role has the strongest impression for my mind. I need to feel his presence, so I kind of shortly turn into him myself as I shout out full of emotion in a deep male pirate voice "Captain Jack Sparrow". A bit worried about the strength of my voice waking me up. This is enough to cause strong thoughts about the character and a JS DC appears in front of me. He's not wearing all the make up, but has pirate clothes and the dreadlocks. Similar to my cup summons, his facial features quickly change to those of a random DC. That doesn't matter now, I notice he wears no hat and if he is the mad hatter he has to, so I think about a hat, see one, then another one that I triumphantly place on his head. Ok, where were we? Briefly lose mental focus, then recall about the poem. I only manage to say the first word and the dream quickly thins out.

My concentration/mental energy has been rather poor for a deild. I review the dream, conclude that this was probably it for this month, since it will be difficult to go through all the summoning again. I feel tired and decide to just sleep.

A few short non-lds and then:

LD2: Weirdly, (or not!) I'm at my parents place again. Initially we are inside and my parents interact with this strange retriever type of dog. But something's totally off with it. It comes wearing some sort of a napkin mask and as I try to ask the dog about it, it seems to be trying to talk - like a person with his mouth shut, he (later she) makes some noises that sound like real words that almost make sense to me. I begin to suspect that this is actually a person undercover. He also runs like a person in the yard and it turns out just that - some French girl is pretending to be the dog.

We are outside now and some family friends are visiting. I make comments about the way they are dressed. Suddenly, it dawns on me that I am at the same location of the previous dream and indeed dreaming. I wonder what to do and discard the idea of going for the totm again since there won't be enough time to complete the task, yet since there's nothing else to do and maybe it's no coincidence I have another dream here, decide to go ahead anyways.

There's a part that's open to the yard like a garage with lots of tables and all the family & friends DCs walking around and being super loud. I try to summon a cup again, this time one appears on the table where I'm standing. Also, in the distant end of the garage is another table with two large tea pots. I bring the cup over there, but it fills up with sugar as I examine the items on the table. I guess that's enough for a tea party and decide not to mess with the stuff anymore. The light in the garage gradually goes down - this is also the end of the garage, near the wall. The DCs make their way around the table, taking part of the tea party. I need the rabbit and without actively summoning it, notice that on one of seats around the table is actually sitting the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland (1951), wearing the playing cards type of clothes. He is animated, which is strange, but I'm just happy about the summon and wonder what to do about the mad hatter. Again, unexpectedly as I look to my other side I see the mad hatter (1951). It takes me a bit to actually realize that I'm looking at the mad hatter from the movie. What is even more interesting is that I get this very convincing memory that the clothes that he is wearing in the dream are the correct ones - and he is a wearing green! (later checked to find out that it's the right attire). The dream becomes extremly dark at this point with one last effort I make all the DCs repeat with me the poem-like thing I prepared for this event :

"Lucid dreaming,
what's the meaning
something's flying in the sky,
awesome feeling
rabbits speaking
why, Ophelia, why?"

The dream is gone and I end up with a short session of SP (being unable to move, while feeling my physical body, seeing only darkness). I wait it out, thinking I must have been on my back (slightly to the right but yes) and start telling myself about the dream.

DEILD: I expect to wake up, but involuntarily deild back instead. My mental continuity is messed up and during this part I shortly believe that I haven't left the dream at all. I examine the mad hatter character residue who turns into normal DC. I go outside and wonder what to do as there still might be some dream time, briefly question if it was ok to do another task, where I think about going for toty. I decide to go ahead. Some background DCs and me are in the yard now. There's a small black hound-like dog running around that distracts me and I try to ignore it as much as possible, while thinking about the beanstalk. I see some sort of bean-like seeds on the ground and take them, looking for a good place to plant them. I open my palm and see them undergoing many changes - all sorts of colors and shapes and try to make them a particular sort of beans again. After some struggle they look like dark red beans and I place them on the steps where there is a lot of muddy soil and cover them with it. One stone's hanging above and I think it will mess up how they grow, because of my thoughts. Anyways, I start to think about them growing and they grow into small shoots. The dream fades.

Note to self: All of the actively summoned objects were shiftier than the rest of the dream (cup, rabbit, js, beans)

Fragment 1. Trying to make peanut butter. I put in various peanut-butter flavored things but it’s not coming together well. I wonder if it’s not just easier to use something like jarred peanut butter or PB2.

Fragment 2. Loitering around outside our apartment. I look around to see if anyone is around. I spot an open envelope in one of our parking spaces and go over to pick it up.

Inspiration: Me looking at our mail yesterday.

Fragment 3.
-A princess is kidnapped and kept in a cabin. When she tells her kidnapper that she’s one of twelve sibling princesses, he’s surprised/disappointed.
-She gets rescued/swept away by her mother and father, who are revealed to her to be some kind of ghostly bird-like creatures.

Notes: I’ve been dreaming of our house lately and it’s weird for me, since I normally do it so rarely – but I think I can attribute it to practicing awareness (even though I already had to be aware when I made the house into one of my memory palaces in the past).

I slept deeply last night and woke up one other time without recall. I have two days break from exercise starting tomorrow so hopefully I’ll get some good rest. Also worried I’m sleeping too much (about 9-10 hours apparently), and that I should stop drinking my energy drink.

I walk into a room where I have to complete some challenge, a kind of game. I have a vague sense of danger, it's not quite a nightmare but it feels similar, as if it has the potential to become one. I'm semi-lucid, in that stage where I'm aware that I'm dreaming and can easily control my surroundings, but still following the dream storyline. Small rings of light form around my wrists - at first I'm not sure what this is, then I think of it as both something that this room provides for the challenge, and something that I summoned myself. I decide that the user has to make the light take a solid form before it can serve its function. Focusing on it, the light condenses into a metal cuff around my right wrist; the left one fails, it remains light. Looking at the right cuff, I decide it represents a kind of shield, a personal force field. I focus on the left one again, without looking at it this time, trying to make it condense into the other cuff, and I decide that it's worked, though I don't want to risk looking down to check; I can now feel the shield working in the air just around me. I move further into the room and start the game, which involves running a course and using the shield to deflect small projectiles. A woman's voice keeps score. At the first curve in the course, everything goes black.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Due to a conflict with someone else, an immortal has been forced to enter another immortal's territory. Although they appear to be different species - the one the territory belongs to is a sphinx, the other one looks like a human man - they're still similar enough to require separate territories, so this has led to a confrontation, although on the surface it looks like a casual conversation. It's night. The one that looks like a man is saying something about how anyway, this isn't the same city he agreed to stay away from - it's partially joking (the city's changed names in the years since that agreement), but it's also partially serious, grasping at straws, looking for an out. The sphinx has no particular ill will towards him, and understands his situation, but nonetheless can't permit him to stay here.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

A vampire guy's in a subway car, picking out a meal. There's a small group of others with him, people he'd turned, but he's the only one doing the hunting. One of the others, recently turned, is impatient with him. Finally she says to him, come on, let's just take the whole car, let loose once in a while, please? The other vamps are a little annoyed with her - they're impatient too, but she's being childish - but he's considering it. I'm in first person now, though I'd started out in 3rd and I have no sense of when I switched; as one of the other vamps, I look around at the number of people in this car. There's a lot of them; the car's not full, but there's enough that they outnumber us. I'm thinking about crowd control. I notice a couple of them looking this way, starting to pay attention to the conversation between our leader and the new girl. Without saying anything, I get up and move to stand by the door to the next car, to block the exit. I look through the window into the next car, and consider the number of people in that car, too.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

There's a man I think of as a legendary king riding on the back of some enormous reptile through a completely black space. He's not human, at least not anymore, and this isn't a physical space; he's something that is sometimes summoned into the physical world. The creature he's riding is covered in trunks and carpets and cages piled so high that I think of it as a moving mountain; I can't tell how much is luggage and how much is the body of the creature itself, but the whole thing is maybe four times the height of the man riding it, who is sitting cross-legged just behind the creature's head, front and center. At the very back of the creature, the king's servant is opening the top of one of the cages. It contains a small and unhappy creature that they've just captured, something very rare; the top of it opens up like a flower and contains a kind of liquid, which contains some 'essence' that the king is after.

There's three people riding a motorboat through a river in a jungle. They stop when they pass a man standing waist-deep in the river, working at something, and one of the guys in the boat talks with him about a foreign researcher who's made some big discovery that's driving up prices in the area. The guy standing in the river is saying that pretty soon they're all going to be out of a job. The guy in the motorboat says it wouldn't be the first time they've had to live out of tents; they'll survive.

Fragment: My sister and friend Jake were sleeping on my couch in living room then they both get up and walk into my TV room and sit down elbow to elbow with each other and i lay down across from them with my head hanging off the couch. I start to daze off and open my eyes and my friend is smiling like the dragon in How to Train a Dragon. Idfk man

Dream: Me my friend Dylan and two attractive girls in my tech class named Grace and Nichole were fooling around. The setting was in a sort of AutoBody shop and to the right of where i was sitting there was a large garage door open and a breeze was coming through. A lot of sunshine was coming in and shining right on Grace. In the dream Grace had the most amazing smile i've ever seen. Her teeth were pearl white and her hair was up in a bun. She wore all black and looked absolutely stunning (don't get me wrong she looks amazing in waking life cough* cough* ass). We all sat at a wooden table that was identical to the ones in my classroom. Nicole stood up and came to my left pretty much hovering over me and she had a 4"x4" of wood and she took her pencil and started making a indentation in the wood. She aggressively did this and all the time all of us laughed. My friend Dylan sat to my right and he kept throwing chips of wood at me and it sort of turned into a battle so i took one and threw it up his nose lol. Thats it

In the beginning I knew that a girl was trapped in a house. When I went into the house I saw that there was a person standing behind me, but only when I looked through a mirror. He resembled Edgar Allan Poe. It was scary and I thought being aware of him would make him react, but he didn't. Later I was in a damp cellar like place. I heard someone yelling somewhere in the hallways of this basement. I stood at a fancy two-way staircase (like in mansions) and looked into the mirror there. On the right of my reflection (left from its perspective) was the white person from before. On the other side was a black guy, whom I believed must have owned the yelling voice from earlier. He maybe looked like Marcellus Wallace (sp).

Looking at the ghosts in the mirror, I observed that one was wearing Confederate Army clothes and the other wearing Union Army clothes, so I concluded that they were ghosts from the civil war. I think that the house started to collapse after I pointed this out. The end.

I was at work and some big 6'2 300lb 4% fat black dude was giving me trouble. I got on the radio and said "10-60 in South Housing dorm 6"
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In my other dream, I was in the backyard of what I knew was my house. It was a very small backyard that was longer than it was wide. I was taking a shower with my GF Desirae and we decided to have anal sex... outside... while we were taking a shower. She seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. While we were doing it, I noticed the fence to the backyard was open and there was a restaurant/grocery store across from us and people could see us through the windows. I didn't care at first but then decided to close it so Daisy and I went and closed it. After I closed it, we decided to have sex later that day so I went on doing something. Last thing I remember was going over a wall and a semi truck

3,19,2014

This dream is fragmented, but…I am sliding down a gigantic water slide and my goal is to reach the bottom. The slide is more like a mario kart race track with secret passages and obstacles. There are "boosts" around the slide which I try to ride over. Eventually I pick up my dog as a passenger. Now as I ride over the boosts I go no faster as the weight of myself and dog is too great. Soon I make it to the bottom. At the bottom JS is waiting. I cannot remember much more unfortunately.

I am now with a friend JS (different JS than before) in an office of some sorts. The office looks very nice although it looks incomplete as it is either being torn down or set up. JS has a job here which surprises me because he is a music major and likes teaching. Anyway, we hang out (he doesn't do any work). Eventually, I am at a stadium of sorts with members of the marching band I was in in high school. I am helping them I think. MRB asks me to help the band tomorrow. I am reluctant, but I think I eventually say yes. The dream is fuzzy and there are some parts missing but that is the gist.

Pirate book
I'm in the water near the shore of an island with a small group of people. The water is waist deep for a long way out. A much larger group of rough men approaches, though it actually turns out to be two groups. One is a fairly reasonable group of pirates, but the other is very dangerous. The dangerous ones don't speak English, but the leader of the less dangerous ones speaks both languages. He ends up interpreting between myself and the leader of the dangerous ones. Somehow I manage to impress the dangerous leader, and he gives out a roar of good-natured laughter. Off in the distance, I see a storm approaching. The water is getting churned up and starts to look muddy.

Now I'm reading a book about pirates (i.e. the last scene in the dream). I'm about 2/3rds of the way through, having just started a new part. In the book, a bird makes a comment, something that sounds very off-handed, but it sounds familiar. I'm reading on my tablet now, so I search the book for the phrase and realize he's used that some phrase twice before, both before major events, and that he's much more than he seems. Somehow I had ended up back on the title page, and the search was also to help me find my place. In the scene, the bird and a couple of other guys are in the cabin of a ship.

Now I'm at a restaurant just sitting down with Peter S. Four two-person tables (rectangles) are pushed together, and I get a seat on the corner with him on the other side of the table and one seat left. Other people we don't know are sitting nearby. Peter's stuff is on the seat next to me, on the seat to his left (directly across from he), and on the tables; I'm amazed at how spread out his stuff is. We talk about how this place used to be, with the menu making no sense. He gave the example that you couldn't order a lemonade unless you also ordered an iced tea, and I said that if that happened I'd just order the tea but tell them to give it to the next person in line. The manager comes by, greets Peter (it seems he's a regular here), and puts free drinks cups on the table. He's put down a couple of large styrofoam cups as well as a tall stack of communion cups. I get up to go get a drink and decide to get iced tea. It's unsweetened, so I look around for the sugar. As I'm adding the sugar, the manager (a tall thick black man) talks to me about Peter, then asks if I've read the pirate book like the rest of Peter's friends have. I reply that I'm getting through it and finding it very thought provoking, and he says that I'll find it even more so as I get even further in. There are only a handful of spoons left, and one of them looks like it was used and put back (I see what looks like sugar stuck to it). I make sure to grab a clean spoon.


Hotel strangeness
I'm in what seems to be a hotel's conference center. I'm in a large hallway outside an auditorium. Through the doors I see lots of people seated and someone up on the stage. In front of the doors are what seem to be registration tables with people seated behind them. The conference is somehow related to me (work, maybe?) but I have no interest in it and walk away. I think something about where my car is parked.

Now I'm in a hotel room with someone I don't know. We talk about something, and he mentions a secret passage under the hotel. Now we're back near the registration area. I hope no one notices us. He lifts a large section of the floor (maybe 6' x 6') with a rug on top of it and reveals a trap door with a keyhole in it. He unlocks and opens it.

Now I'm walking back through the hotel to get to the room. There are doors on the sides of the hallway and in the middle of the hallway, all with different locks. I can't figure out why they would put them there, since most of them can just be walked around.

Now I'm back in the room. Pink strings are strung all over the place. I look through the window and see we're not at ground level (I don't know how high up we are). Across the street I see people at an open window. I realize I know them, and I also realize they're firing at me! It's some kind of game, but it's one I'm really not interested in playing. Somehow, one of them swings across and engages me in close combat. I try to dissuade him, but he keeps playfully engaging me. It ends up getting nasty and I fight rather brutally. I win the fight but I'm very unhappy about the whole thing.

23:56 bedtime not bad, couldn't be helped, family watching news on TV in our room

00:00 Wednesday 2014-03-19 Competition #17 night #12

07:24

1) At near-night-time in childhood neighborhood park, very dark but still can see. I'm on the middle level near the path down to the bottom level on the right. I notice a tree that I think I used to climb, it looks very old, near dead, and that's depressing. I look up and see a small group of green leaves. I go partway down the hill and look at another tree on the hillside going down to the basketball level. The ground had been built way way up and I knew the base of the tree was buried deep in the dirt. The whole scene seems a bit spooky. I'm down on the bottom level looking at the path up the other side, I catch a glimpse of someone running down the far path, I can't see the person clearly, I'm a bit concerned about encountering him. I see steam coming out of two vents in the ground, I wonder what kind of steam it is and suppose it's not healthy to breathe. Someone runs by me kicking a plastic milk jug full of some red/pink liquid, the jug scoots by me and up the hill a bit, I laugh at this. There is now a group of young punks walking towards me and going up the hill. They look at me. I go up the hill with them. One of them is throwing acorns at me which is annoying. I say "Hah, you think that hurts? I grew up in the B schools, every day I had *stones* thrown at me."

2) Dance party. Packed with young people, wife is there. Two people arrive, one is a short Asian woman who looks really strange, I think if she approaches me to dance I'll quickly go to my wife and dance with her. A staff members comes out and announces "ok you kids in the back, you can have beer but can't have harder alcohol, and you'll have to order food." I go to one of these guys and say "Hey, I wish I was in trouble for underage drinking, because that would mean" (do some math in my head), "27 years younger!"

F1) I'm playing in an orchestra on my instrument. One of the punks complains that the music is bad, I say that it's better than the pop music at that dance place which was playing for hours and hours and hours.

F2) I kick over a stool accidentally and it falls into a guy sitting at the next table, I profusely apologize, and say I didn't realize anyone was sitting there now. His friends joke about this, I say I'm not that drunk.

3) With Jr high friend DD, I was telling him "did you know I used to be with AG, and it sucks because I gained a lot of weight in December," and she broke up with me. I see myself posing in skinny jeans sticking my butt out and striking stupid magazine style poses, then I see myself heaving with a noticeable roll of fat around my middle.

We went to a place famous for its furry rats. They come up and climb all over you. One was climbing all over me, I was freaked out by this, i couldn't use my hands to brush it off of me, I said "get it the hell off of me!" My friend said "It's OK, let it crawl all over you, even your face, you have to do that." I didn't want to. There was some schematic drawing of the rats showing their long fur.

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4) swimming. I'm coming from another pool walking by a larger pool and I get in because there are a lot of free lanes. As I'm getting in I start to see swimmers in each of the lanes in the pool, so I take the right-most lane by the wall. There are some people in the way, I'll just swim around them. One of them is a woman with a very large bust, I think about checking her out more closely. But it doesn't quite work, I turn around and go the other way. There's another attractive woman swimming there and I check her out as well. I think "oh man the next time I lucid dream I'm going to have a good time!" I get out of the pool, I hop out and I'm instantly on my feet, I'm amazed at how easily I got out of the pool and on to my feet.

Leaving the pool there are a bunch of people outside, there it a little girl touching pieces of styrofoam, I put one in my mouth it's already a bit wet and I think she probably put it in her mouth already. There were a bunch of little pieces of styrofoam on her shoe, I blow at them to clear them off and most fly away but not all of them.

Great night sleep, but lousy dream recall.

Dream 1 (Fragment): I remember this part from 3rd person perspective. Arnold Schwarzenegger is walking down a hall, in a hotel, back to his room. He is wearing nothing but white briefs. His is very out of shape and his gut is hanging over his waistband. He yells out “LEAVE ME ALONE!!” To some people who were just following him.

*squints at screen*

Pfeh. These dreams had almost no emotion, no investment, no consciousness. But on the bright side they're pretty easy to write down.

Impression
Somethin' about bein' in some unfamiliar college. It had some fairly dim lighting.

Fragment
Chillin' with my mom. First we were .. watching church together? Maybe trying to determine whether a certain church was worth going to?

Then we just ate a whole lotta cake. My fave was this rainbow-marbled stuff with chocolate chunks in it.

Mom had a certain air of nervousness or stressed-out-ness about her like, the whole time. I think that's why we were eating cake, to try to help her deal widdit.

We tried a whole lotta cake and the whole time there was this odd sense of caring for each other. I mean, not odd as in unusual or whatever, odd as in "oh I won't start eating this cake type until you're ready for us both to have some". As if we were either of one mind, or just paranoid and wanting to be as nice as possible. Weird dream.

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Need theories for drop in recall during WBTB's lately. Hypothesis: Gradual drop in motivation/investment. Not thinking too hard about dreams during the day, not super psyched about dreams as I fall asleep. Leaning more towards the former as cause. I imagine that somethin' about dream-related awareness during the day could improve recall; paying more attention to my surroundings in the interests of having neato dreams translates to remembering more detail? Or am I confusing that with simply having more motivation?
That said, I imagine more memorable dreams will automatically stick more, so maybe it's not a real concern.
Hm. I want more investment. That means I need more motivation. What's my motivation?
I don't think I have tooooo much motivation to remember every tiny dream I have. Actually I know for a fact I've started flagging a bit on that. Bwah. Thoughts.
WBTB recall not a huge concern compared to Morning recall. Both seem like they're slipping, though.
I cannot organize my thoughts right now >:U

Morning of March 19, 2014. Wednesday.



This morning I dreamt of a familiar well-known actor who had long brown hair and who appeared to be about twenty-five years old. However, I could not remember his name. I also could not remember what movies I had seen him in. I thought and thought about it and his name did not come to me, even after several hours. Later, in real life, I had to go shopping for groceries. While walking past the meat section, and seeing a pack of processed bacon, it suddenly dawned on me and I remembered his name. Kevin Bacon. How amusing.

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In my dream, I am not sure of where I am living. I believe it is my older sister Marilyn’s house. (Marilyn died this year on February 13th.) The rest of the neighborhood is very different than real life. There is a large field directly to the north. There are a few cars here and there. These cars all seem to either belong to Kevin Bacon, or he is fixing them up for friends and relatives. He seems very cheerful and friendly, and quite young compared to his present real age. He is mostly using an orbital sander on the bodies of the cars at first, mostly the fronts. However, he eventually goes inside a van and does some sort of welding and a very strange mood enters my dream - as if it is very likely that there will be an explosion caused by whatever he is doing in the van. Still, that never happens regardless of how anticipated it is.

I converse with him about the type of paint he is using relating to the automobiles and how the finish is completed. A strange idea is discussed about how a car only needs a finer finish in the front and how the back can just be left with a rough finish (supposedly because people only care about or look at the front of a car). He has much work to do but seems like a close friend and is happily tolerant of my impositions and presence as I ask him various questions. (I am not one hundred percent certain, but I do not presently recall dreaming of Kevin Bacon prior to this.)

My sister Marilyn eventually makes an appearance but she is somewhat transparent and not clearly defined, almost as if her presence is only an image from elsewhere. Her head, a bit larger than it should be, appears in our backyard at our present address (as my dream seems to shift to a different setting) at about the correct height, and she expresses an interest in the environment as she “walks” farther from the back of our house (more on the side closest the west fence that faces the street), but I never see the rest of her.