non-lucid

I watched someone gluing on fake eyelashes. Her lashes looked so heavy. They looked like they're pulling her eyes close. I told her to carefully lift them up a little by pushing the lashes upward. Her fake lashes ended up sticking to her fingers. She had the glue out, already applying glue to the lashes again. I see that the fake lashes were completely covering her eyeliners. She then commented "What's the point of putting on eyeliners?". It's like she read my mind.

Me and another girl were up on a raised platform, doing our job of receiving and distributing goods.

She’s embarrassed because we’re wearing colored underwear, no pants. I show her that you can change the color by changing mine to a light blue.

The plot changes. In my place is a guy with longer hair. A group of others were looking up at him from somewhere below. They come up onto the platform.

A video of the guy’s life is playing (there was no TV though, I think?). He’s a bit embarrassed as it plays through his earlier years. There’s a narrator or commentary, one of which was ‘when he got his first dom…’.

I feel like the group were idols or something and the guy was going to become one.

Inspiration: Changing color comes from me working on editing in Photoshop. Idols is ironic because I saw this news later.

Non-lucid Dream #55 Dream,(Comments)
Background: I meditated for a while. I did a WBTB.

Dream fragment 1 from 8:30pm-11:47pm" Water mayhem":
- I was doing something on a mountain. I picked a mountain and I went towards it. I was a white man sitting in a room a dinning room. I noticed that he experience the world in a different light. The blue and the yellow were expressed in his eyes. The world looked beautiful. I picked up a toy shark. This sparked the interest of a little kid. I gave him the shark and I tried to leave.

-I was now on top of a helicopter landing area. It was on a tall building. *object transformation it got shorter when I looked back. *environmental change It looked like the docks now. I see helicopters landing. A lot of people started running for it. I tried running as fast as I could but it did me no good. I tried to run into the boat house and then I jumped. A girl was in front of me. I landed nice and safely on her butt, more like i bumped into her butt. *environmental change, I was now in a room. I saw my friend so I talked to him.

-I also had a dream about a test. The teacher gave me my test back and I see writing all over it. She put different point value possible that I could earn. I asked which point will I get, but she didn't respond.

I woke up and I stayed up for some time. Then I had a LD which I will write separately. I woke up after wards and I stayed up for a couple of minutes and I went back to sleep to get these dreams.

Dream fragment 2 from 4:40am-6:50am" Unwanted Attention":
-I was in the school. They were celebrating something. I see paparazzi everywhere. I tried to avoid them since I don't like pictures. I went up some stairs to do something but I forgot.
-My sister was playing in some body of water. She was terribly annoyed by this man. The man walked up to me and asked me if I could help him. I said sure. He wanted help in music and music reading. I tried to remember the rules but it was such a long time that I couldn't bring it up. I tried again and again but I kept on getting something wrong. I thought how strange but I didn't take it any further than that.

I have been getting lazy lately. I may not post like I used to.

Possible Dream Sign:
Object transformation(x1)
environment transformation(x2)
Context

I'm driving through a familiar IRL location, semi-lucid - aware I'm dreaming but still just automatically following the dream storyline. While thinking about this being a dream, I go fully lucid and remember a lucid goal, one that involves traveling to a particular building, so I set out to find it. I'm at a crossroads, and I think to myself, oh look, there's the road that leads to that place! I drive down that road for a while, and the scenery gradually stops resembling IRL.

Eventually the road curves, and rather than turning with it, I drive off the road, directly through a dry yellow bush, although it gives my car no resistance at all. I drive through the forest for a while, without a road, and I pass construction crews - men in hardhats, bulldozers, and a vast number of tree stumps that they've cut down. I begin to have trouble with visuals, things start going black and I worry that I'm waking up, but I'm able to clearly see a tree branch against the sky as I drive up a hill, looking upward, and I keep focusing on that vivid image, wondering why I can see some things and not others.

I exit the forest, away from the construction crews, and am now at the top of some rolling hills covered in green grass. In the distance, I can see a blue building flanked by white pillars, and I decide that must be the place I've been looking for. As I get closer, I see that it seems to be a school - which is not what I'm looking for - but I keep heading for it anyway, figuring it'll work out when I get there. I cross a bridge, and looking down I can see some land covered by a thin layer of water far below, a sort of web-like network of tiny streams. The place I'm looking for has a vague connection with water, so I think of this as promising.

I park in a small parking lot, a good distance away from that building. You have to walk from here, this place is the official entrance. There are a few other people around heading toward that building too. I hear sea birds. Over to my left, the opposite direction from the building, there's a low wall; I walk over to it and look down into a bay. I can smell the sea air. The bay is filled with fish - some of them are on the rocks instead of in the water, but they seem fine with this, and I have the feeling it's a visual trick to allow me to see them clearly. Similarly, there are giant versions of some sea creatures that would normally be much too small to see from this distance. I think of this as something like an aquarium. I can hear triumphant-sounding orchestral music.

I walk back to the entrance that leads to the building. The 'entrance' mostly consists of a large wooden message board with various things posted on it, including a place where people have left written messages about their visit to this place. I look it over briefly and continue on the path towards the building. At the other end of that wooden board, someone's left a backpack behind. As I look at it, I realize I'm waking up.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

There's a man who's conducted a study of the languages in his country, who's so far cataloged over 300 languages and dialects. He's currently walking down a dirt road with a lot of foot traffic. Ahead of him, some people are setting up a kind of gate. A man who he's meeting here arrives through that gate, accompanied by a small escort of soldiers.

Now that they've met up, the soldiers move on ahead, leaving the researcher and this man a little separate. One of the soldiers says something to the man, and he starts to address him as 'my captain' or something similar, a title involving rank, but he catches himself after the 'my' (or the equivalent rather; this wasn't in english). This man isn't his captain (or whatever the rank was) anymore. Both the soldiers and the man are a little sad about that, though none of them show it, but walking together with the researcher rather than with the soldiers sort of rubs it in. He'd served with this group of soldiers for a long time, and he was just recently forced to resign from his post due to something that was revealed about him. It wasn't any action on his part; it was some inherent quality that he had been unaware of, something he thinks of as something like a taint, although as a disembodied observer, I believe it's not actually a bad thing in itself, whatever 'it' is.

Addressing the researcher, he identifies himself as 'language group 246' - that is, although he doesn't expect the researcher to remember him, they've met before, when he'd participated in that researcher's survey of dialects. He takes some food out of a bag - a corn cob sliced into halves - and he offers one to the researcher, who's surprised but accepts. The man is reflecting on the opportunity for conversation with this researcher now, versus with the soldiers he used to command.

14.03.2014

Looking for a Gas Station (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m driving just fine in this dream, and the environment I’m in seems to be within the Cypress neighborhood I used to reside in years ago. I’m concerned about the amount of fuel left in the vehicle, and proceeded to look for the nearest gas station that wouldn’t try to rip me off.

Even though what happened before this dream was patchy, a mini-flashback slides through my awareness that a gas station was selling gas for $3.15, so that became my median price to look for. I’m on the left lane, and was speculating whether or not I should take the furthest left lane to make a left turn, but I decided to stick in the lane I’m at for now.

I wait for the stop sign, and a few vehicles are in front of me. I take a moment to glance over the atmosphere, and it’s the perfect kind of day honestly. Light gray skies, not too hot, nor too cold, and it almost feels as if I’m on my way to heading home.

I eventually arrive at the gas station that was beyond the stop light I previously was around, and the price showed up as $3.19 for gas on a Red sign that was probably 100 feet or so in the air. The number and “$” was portrayed through the same format you would see in an electronic scoreboard.

I turn to the left into the entrance of the gas station, and now the dream shifts completely. There isn’t even a gas station to begin with, only a fairly large building that’s probably 5 stories high. It consisted of dull dark colors, and tinted windows. I go inside, and I’m lurking around trying to find a gas station in a building.

Eventually, I presumed a room I’m entering would be where I could get some gasoline. I don’t know how I could deduce something like that, but I just let it happen naturally. A room to my right seems to have a lot of people sitting down watching something, maybe T.V.

So I go inside, and I slowly walked in, looking around to the right to see if there’s another pathway to take, or if I should stay where I am right now. One noticeable dream character was a blonde male that looked like he was in his mid to late twenties, and he was wearing a basic light gray shirt with blue jeans. His beard seemed to mix around dirty blonde, to almost a light brown color.

I believe I asked him on whether or not this is where we would wait for gasoline. He nods, and states (paraphrasing):

“If you’re expecting to meet your girl on time, this might take a while.”

Before I could even make a response as to how he knows what I’m doing, even though I don’t know where I was planning to head after getting gasoline, I noticed two people having a conversation to the left of me.

I couldn’t see the individual that was closest to me, because their back was facing me. But I could see the other person, who looked like Alan Harper from Two and a Half Men. I believe he’s wearing a striped orange and white polo shirt, and is probably wearing Khaki or milky light brown pants with a dark brown belt.

He looks at me for a while and smiles, and I’m curious on whether or not if he can be a reliable person to ask where I could find gasoline instead of having to wait in this room where other people are apparently waiting or gas.

Alan Harper goes back into focusing on the conversation, and I can’t remember what happens next.

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14.03.2014

Sharon Newman Fiasco & Samuel Jackson is Making me Chop an Office Box (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Things start out in a warehouse that’s fairly packed with metal shelves with random objects. The atmosphere of the dream made things too dark to bother with observing the environment around me, so I don’t know if those shelves were filled with boxes or anything. To the right of me are a series of windows, which is pretty much the only light source illuminating the area for the time being.

I’m only spectating what’s going on in the dream, but I see Sharon Newman in white bath cloth with another man wearing the same as well. The guy definitely doesn’t look like anyone she’s going with in the show at all, and he seems to be around 30 years of age. He has short blonde hair, and has a few rugged features surrounding his visage.

They don’t seem to be doing anything other than probably having a conversation with each other, and then to the right, someone seems to be heading their inside the warehouse, and they look like Nicholas Newman. He’s wearing a brown jacket that’s only going down a few inches under his waist region.

He comes inside the warehouse, and it seems now I’m fluctuating between perspectives of the spectator view, and the guy that Sharon Newman was just with. Sharon Newman turns around, and seems mildly surprised that Nicholas is here, and I believe she starts flashing her body in front of him for a few seconds.

Nicholas looks at her, and then shifts his face diagonally, almost as if he’s slightly bothered on what’s going on. While I’m trying to validate whose body I’m in, Nicholas eventually leaves, and Sharon does the same after a few seconds. Now I’m positive that I’m inside the body of the Blonde guy, but there’s still some doubt.

There’s a table right behind me (I was mostly facing the window to the right), and it consisted of a gray metallic texture. The dream shifts a bit where Samuel Jackson in his Avengers attire arrives. I freak out for a bit, since his expression seems like he has ill intentions in mind.

Not that kind of expresion

He takes out a sword, and waves it around for a bit, which intimidates me even further. I feel as if he’s making threats at me, but it would be difficult to recall what he stated exactly to me. But then he sits down, and offers me the sword. I take it immediately, and I proceed to follow his instructions, seeing how he doesn’t seem to have an ambition to attack me.

Between us on the table is an office box, you know, the ones with the oval cut-outs for handles on the side, and the square box top to cover it. It has a purple top, and the box itself is white with a few black fonts and thin lines near the top region on the sides. Based on how Samuel Jackson’s gestures, he seems to be instructing me to start chopping up the box. I hold the hilt tightly, and things shift into a first person perspective. I raise my arms, and I proceed to make my first attempt of slicing the box.

The box itself is surprisingly durable, but I’m able to almost make a clean slice. Samuel Jackson instructs me to keep going at it, and I proceed to go through trial and error of what kind of strength I would have to apply to completely cut through the box. The box is sturdy, and seems to never shift an inch, no matter how hard I tried to slice and dice it up.

After that, I can’t remember what I did next.

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14.03.2014

Saving Someone & Bypassing Guerrilla Soldiers (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream was way too long for me to get time to expound on it, so I'll just give a brief breakdown.

• I'm with a few dream characters, and we have a goal to save someone that's apparently prisoned in some kind of guerrilla infrastructure
• I take the initiative to go inside, while the others apparently play their roles
• We somehow managed to rescue the individual(s), and I have to find a way to get out without alerting the Guerrilla Soldiers that seem to be similar to the models in Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory
• I’m almost at the rendezvous point, but I have to observe 1-2 soldiers movements to avoid taking the wrong move and being caught
• After being patient for few minutes, I take the opportunity, and I believe I escaped
• Throughout the dream, feelings of adrenaline, fear, and having to control that at the dead of night within the dream environment were the main challenges for me

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14.03.2014

I Almost Hit a Child while Reverse Driving (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Even though this was a dream, it was a close one that the child wasn’t injured at all.

Anyway, before I get to that, things start out where I’m interested in buying something. I don’t know what I have in mind, but I presume I don’t have money for the time being. Wherever I was heading, I was probably following a relative of mine to a food store.

I glanced over an electronics store on the way, and wanted to get a particular advice that was probably some kind of memory storage, or something of that nature. After a while, I’m left alone, and I proceed to going back where I parked initially.

While I’m going back, a female with dark brown hair (or maybe black hair) comes to me, gives me $100, and leaves. After absorbing how shocked I was from this generous act, I contemplated on who that particular dream character looked like. She looked like she was in her mid-twenties, and was wearing a dark colored sweater where there were vertical seams, along with wearing blue female jeans.

I’m not sure what I was going to do, and I had an urge to go to the electronics store, but my recall of what happened next is bad. All I know is that I’m back at the vehicle, and I wanted to prepare to drive out. I unlock the vehicle, do the usual thing, start up the engine, and wait for a while.

I noticed that through the rear-view mirror, there was an African-American female walking by with her child. The older female had a crisp and vibrant hairstyle with dark brown colors, and a hint of lighter golden brown dye as well. I believe she was wearing a light milky caramel jacket that stretched all the way down to her ankles.

She was wearing dark clothes underneath the jacket, probably dark violet for the shirt, or at least the shoes, I don’t know precisely. Her child was wearing a light blue shirt with dark blue dots everywhere. She was wearing some kind of cool related color, maybe violet, or blue. She had a pompom hairstyle as well, and I shift my awareness at looking through the rear-view mirrors and side mirrors as well.

Unfortunately, the moment I try to reverse, the vehicle is slightly out of my control. It backs up, and then swerves to the right, and then straightens out so fast that I worried on whether or not I rammed into anyone, especially the child. The vehicle stops, and I set it on park, and I quickly get out of the door, panicking and wondering what in the world was going on just now.

Fortunately, the child and the mother are safe, but the mother is very angry at me. I didn’t know what to say other than slowly trying to calm myself down. She starts saying random things, and she stated she would call the police or something, but after a while, I just went back to the vehicle since I didn’t injure anyone.

I don’t know why the sudden change in demeanor occurred, though it was probably just because it was a dream all along, and there’s no need for me to fixate on something like this. The dream shifts where there’s a random series of me standing near the middle of a turning area on the road. Then there’s one where there’s an African-American female walking with 3-4 children.

I can’t remember anything else for the dream.

uhm. apologies in advance for what will surely be a truly enormous post. I'm recalling so much, wooo. In fact you know what Imma use spoilers. That'd be cool. hoo yeah.

Important Note
When I woke up I found myself going over the dreams I had, and then I had a sudden flash of realization: remembering all my dreams was what I was SUPPOSED to do! It was an odd feeling, because generally the part of my brain trying to recall and record my dreams, and the part of my brain that stores the memories, are painfully separate. I'll recall pieces of dreams at random throughout the day and think on them as if it were perfectly normal, and then, almost in the same train of thought, be wondering "what did I dream about last night?" Same thing happens in the morning, where I'll idly think on my dreams, and then the moment I start to get up, I remember my intent to write dreams down, but I've already half-forgotten everything. But this time I connected the two! Or something! I don't really know how it works!

Dream 1 - My First Job ?? 8D

Spoiler for In which I land the first job I've ever had in my life and it is in a fancy place:

So, I dreamed that I got a job for the first time in my life, thanks to some dude (maybe my old bus driver?). I remember being sort of surprised and nervous about the fact that I had, indeed, got the job; it was one of the first things that happened. The setting was a very luxurious ... entertainment something-or-other, maybe a restaurant or maybe a theme park or some combination thereof. It was entirely indoor, climate-controlled, with a great deal of plant life all around, dim lighting, water fountains, marble, the whole shebang. Sort of a cross between a bio-lab in Planetside 2 and a fancy hotel lobby.

I didn't get to explore it very much though. I presented myself near the front, was admitted, had to put on a cloth bracelet thing that said "BugGirl" (my old name) in blocky embroidery (... it's a certain type of bracelet iwl but idk what it's called), had to do something else for further identification and to make sure I wasn't fired, and then went towards my designated area, where another employee, a girl around my age but probably older, was gonna show me the ropes. I remember that the bracelet had a surprising amount of detail: it really did say BugGirl and I could read it plain as day, see the shape of the letters and everything.

So the girl explained things and then I was off and rolling on my own. The pattern of things wasn't too bad; I remember coming back into work maybe once or twice, and having to re-don the bracelet and other identification, but the dream never actually left the original setting. It was just sort of implied that I'd left and returned. And after my original new-job-jitters I got the hang of things. Woo!

I don't recall what my actual duties were. I do remember a fragment where I climbed a ladder close by where I was assigned, and another where I had to know something about a certain (or some certain?) African American figures in history, such as Sojourner Truth, but I'm not sure why I had to. Also I may have befriended an employee, or that may have been a false memory from the last dream. HMM.

Dream 2 - Coming up with names that sum up what the thing is is difficult

Spoiler for In which I advise a squirrel general to throw away his army against a fearful opponent:

This may have happened before Dream 1 but I'm fairly sure it happened after. But not totally sure.

I dreamed that I was inspiring a Redwall squirrel to throw his Age of Empire-esque units against a truly fearful opponent. I'm not sure why I did this; he was probably screwed.

There's something else I need to remember. I think the squirrel and I may have been friends. We had a conversation outside of me trying to make him attack an enemy he couldn't handle. I'm not sure what we talked about.

There were two different situations in which I got the squirrel-general to rush the fearful opponent (concerning whom I wish to recall more, get on that brain). The first was, the squirrel general and his army were on a bridge in front of a tower, which the fearful opponent inhabited with his own army. I advised him (or half-forced him) into moving his units forward to attack, at which point enemy units came flooding from the tower, with the fearful opponent in the lead. I'm pretty sure we didn't last long. He may have had an elephant or so, and they may have been flying.

There was another situation, and this time we were in a forest. I believe I convinced him again to attack the opponent, and this time we may have all been captured. I recall being rather unconcerned by this, which made sense. After all, I was the one who'd been convincing him to throw his units at an unbeatable force, knowing full well the most likely result, so I was expecting and even intending such an outcome. I'm not sure why though.

Details remain evasive. We may have been held captive high in the trees. I don't recall whether ... contact was made ... with the fearful opponent directly, such as a conversation. I get the feeling it's distinctly possible, but recollection remains low. I wish I remembered more. I'm pretty sure this was a more interesting dream than I'm able to give it credit.

Dream 3 - 7-11 and Andrew and Junk Food

Spoiler for In which I buy things from 7-11 and have a generally good time:

I almost feel like I'm skipping something, but oh well. In this dream, I lived within walking distance of a 7-11, which I frequently visited, spending my boyfriend's money in the process (with his permission of course). He had a tendency to be there already, asleep in the clothing aisle, and I'd just have to walk over, wake him up, and ask for cash. For the most part, I would then spend this money on necessary food items, which may have been something I did early on in this dream, or during the first half. The timing is sort of confused.

The first half, I believe, involved myself proceeding along those sorts of lines, and also observing as a family with two moms and a few kids perused the aisles. One rather young kid boy child thing seemed to really want junk food, and one mom seemed to really need comfort food that was also junk food. Hm.

During the second half, I found myself wandering the 7-11 idly considering the wares, and gradually coming to the conclusion that I wanted to use Andrew's money to buy myself as many treats and sweets as I could afford. The idea was that he'd given me a $20 to buy something that was actually food, and now there was about $15 or more left over. I figured he wouldn't mind me spending it on 7-11 things, even if those things were just a whole bunch of junk food. I think I may have left that money at home, though. When I checked my pocket, I really only had $2. Also, when I went to ask him, I couldn't find him, and the clothing aisle he was usually in had been replaced by a single display of clothing items.

I remember specifically picking up a bag of smarties as something that I would definitely want, which feels good. In some dreams, my decisions feel arbitrary or determined by the dream somehow, but I remember smarties being something I definitely wanted (and one of my fave candies iwl to boot). Hurrah!

Anyway, I think I determined I'd have to go home to get more money or something, and then I ran into a couple people. First I believe I ran into Ben, which was cool. I think we both took a look at a weird flier that explained how, in preparation for the holiday season, everyone had to get used to digesting raw car oil stuff. It was part of some new technology that would feature heavily in the upcoming holiday festivities, and the flier included tips on how to build up a tolerance and stuff like that. And then at some point the flier was on the floor, and there was a spider or two on it, doing their best to climb it but failing utterly thanks to its gloss. Actually I saw spiders a few times. Maybe a dream sign?

Then I ran into a friend from my job in the first dream ?? which seems unlikely. But when I looked at him and tried to remember where I knew him from, that was my conclusion: oh he's that guy from my first job. He was with a girl and mentioned how there was gonna be a parade soon, and how I should sing in it. I reacted to this with ... the typical response that no I do not like to sing no thank you no.

Then Ben returned as I was leaving the store, and we both set off walking home.

Dream 4 - The Helicopter Bus Thing that was not actually a helicopter

Spoiler for In which I'm in the 1319 area and watch a helicopter bus take off:

Lastly I was back in the 1319 neighborhood in broad daylight, crossing the intersection from the Metro station we always used towards the CVS. As we walked, we saw some weird helicopter bus thing; it was supposed to be the newest technology, the reason why everyone was drinking oil for the holidays, though it really looked less like a leap ahead in technology, and more like some unnecessary attempt to prove that completely un-aerodynamic things can be made to fly for no real reason. It wasn't quite the holidays, but whoever-was-behind-it wanted to demonstrate that it could actually work. Also, it was filled with celebrities and/or people that could afford to pay their way onto the thing, which was called a helicopter but was really just a school bus.

Mom and I commented to each other something along the lines of "Do you think it'll work?", and "Well, it's made by [something here that implies faith in humanity and the scientific method], so it should." At which point the helicopter (which was really a school bus) lifted off.

It managed a brief flight before crashing down and burying itself to the hilt, so to speak, in the CVS (which, in this dream, was more like a bank business building boring thing of some kind), maybe about 5 feet off the ground. It remained like that for only a moment before somehow crunching its way through the remaining 5 feet to the ground, and then, now apparently free of the building and following a brief, tension-filled pause, tipping on its side. The reason it moved like that was probably because I was paying such close attention to all the people arranged inside, filled with concern as the bus moved and tipped about, and watching them tumble while hoping they didn't sustain any injury. Which they didn't.

At this point I was still heading home towards 1319, and then (timing is confused) I remembered that the guy behind Celldweller may have been on the bus. Or else I just happened to look inside and see someone who looked like him. And I was trying to figure out whether it was actually him, and then there was a brief segment where he said something, maybe on twitter, about how he dresses: lots of black and red and a fancy haircut. At which point I stopped worrying.

Dream 1

I was in hospital due for an operation. I was in the canteen area and my friend Eyan just had his operation and was sat in a gigantic electric wheelchair. Scenes were quickly going by, next thing I was in the same wheelchair driving myself to the canteen. I felt I was being lazy letting this thing move me around, so I dropped it off at a mobility centre and started to walk. Then I realised why I needed the chair as I got severe stabbing pains in my tummy area and I was gripping my tummy and limping towards an elevator.

The dream suddenly switched to a very odd man-made rabbit hutch which was almost vertical. Tony was with me. The rabbit hutch looked more like a pinball game than a hutch. There was a steep slope leading to a wide platform where Kick and a bunch of small angora bunnies were nibbling on hay, and below them were compartments and I didn't understand what their purpose was. I noticed Archie was missing and I asked Tony where Archie was. He said he had to give him up because he wouldn't have gotten along with the other bunnies. I'm then screaming at him for getting rid of Archie. "Where is he? Why did you do this? He was my favourite! Where is he?" I'm shouting at him, but he's not answering. I then see an image of Archie looking unhappy in a caged area of a dark room with a dim spotlight shining over him and my voice is echoing out "Archie!!!!" Everything begins to darken and I'm feeling the pains in my tummy. I then wake up with my tummy actually hurting for 5 minutes after waking.

Cooking
I'm in a large kitchen area, wearing my blue bath robe. The counter wraps around three sides, and there's an island in the middle. Behind the kitchen is the living room. I'm at the table doing something. I realize that my wife was cooking something but got a phone call and had to step away, so I should deal with the food until she comes back. I go over to the stove and see she's got chunks of potato, kielbasa, tomato, and mushroom sautéing. I wonder what it's for, since she doesn't like mushrooms. I grab the spatula and start folding it every so often. While I'm standing there, I decide to do the nose-pinch test. I get my right nostril to seal properly, but I can't seem to get the left one. It doesn't feel like a dream, but I decide to do a backup test just in case. My wife is still around, so I don't want to do anything too crazy. I cast around in my mind for another RC, and the only one I can remember is jumping and coming down slowly. I give a small hop and come right down, so I decide I'm not dreaming and get back to cooking the food.

Now I'm at the island. I've got a bowl out and I'm moving the food from the skillet into the bowl. My wife is finally off of her call and comes over as I'm nearly done. I ask who it's for, and she says it's for her.

Fragment
A mashup of Words of Radiance and Imager, including Kaladin.

3 dreams and 1 fragment - not so very satisfying..

#1) I was in my old school in the evening. There were Christmas festivities - a concert in the big hall and in some rooms there was food and chocolate St. Clauses - I was there with a friend, and we decided it is all boring and we go somewhere else.
When we came to the street - my friend took a strange vehicle - it was blue, a platform and something to hold on to on wheels. Now I think of it - it was like pallet transporter without something on it - or just one palette maybe - but all blue metal.
I asked her if it was hers - she said no - but took off with the thing and me on it in quite some astonishing speed.
And after not long, she had huge problems coordinating the thing - several almost-crashes.
In the end I jumped off and got on a bus, but that was so full, my face was pressed to the glass and everything else to other people.
Very happy, when we were finally where I wanted to go - the house!! - and I jumped off.
So this nasty house evaded my notice again.

#2) This was something with me finding a new domicile again. Very sweet - like in a garden colony almost - there were really small houses, bit Louisiana style - and they all had verandas and happy people sitting on them and having neighbourly chats and wine and food.
When I walked down this avenue to my house - a police officer came up to me and said, they would need me for asking questions about somebody else living in the vicinity.
I told them, I just moved in and don't know anything.
Then they asked me to come with them in one of the other houses, to take part in an observation.
So we went there - and they had built a fire right in middle of the room on the floor, with sand and some stones as a base.
And I thought, now this is clever - seems the houses had no heating - and I planned to do that at my home as well - studying the rather crude construction.
I was thinking, but this must be dangerous and illegal - but since the police themselves did it - it must be okay after all.

#3) This one was me being out drinking beer in a traditional Bavarian facility, lets say it so, after having gone hiking. It was then about where the best route for hiking and the best facility would be, so we went testing - some of the places do exist - it was actually not so much testing, but me viewing the possibilities with myself and the others in it from sitting there.
Bit weird - but I have that sometimes - I watch parts of the dream as in a movie.
There was a very attractive guy as well, with huge beautiful brown eyes - but I didn't talk to him.
Neither to a group of ex-colleagues, whom I rather tried to avoid - really disliking the one woman, who was their chief-hen in a way.
But I did talk quite extensively to the waitress, who told me about her sick daughter, and I tried to give a bit of useful advice.

Fragment:
I have a plan for a portal for my next LD - and lo and behold - I dreamt something like it, without getting lucid. Otherwise I can't reconstruct much - but I was walking, and like so often searching for something, when I came to a highway bridge, under which I found the portal, inlaid in a concrete wall.
It was pretty much like what I visualize - 2.5 times 2.5 m diameter, round, grey and with a middle bar and some decoration - but very unostentatious.
Yupp - don't think, I opened it - I guess, I would remember that.

Ah - but the good thing about this just came to my mind now:
I don't need to pretend-remember the portal in my next LD - I have seen it before!!

pi, 2014

Driving down a gravel road, I come to a house to deliver a pizza. I am off the clock but decide to deliver any way as there was a high school event and many people are ordering pizzas. I have with me a medium cheese pizza and a gluten free pizza. The man at the door is mad at my tardiness. He asks why it took 45 minutes for me to arrive. I tell him we are very busy with the recent high school event. The price is about 13$ plus some change. He only gives me coins as a tip, which disappoints me. Soon the driver that is actually on the clock arrives in a red truck. I tell the driver that we should just eat the pizzas since I already delivered the man's order. However, I realize that the pizzas the driver has are different. So, he walks up to the door and the man comes back out. He tells the driver that he does not want the pizzas, which is even more frustrating. I believe he just does not want to pay for them. Oh well, we decide to then eat the pizzas…but I wake up before this happens.

I've had work for the past two days at my new job, which required me getting up super early. That threw off my recall a bit, but it's back now, with a vengeance!

So apparently I was in Australia (I don't find this out till later in the dream). Of course, I've never been there, so the environment I was seeing wasn't based off of it or anything. Me and my ever-present girlfriend were hanging out like we usually do in my dreams, except we were in a house I didn't really recognize. It looked large and well decorated, almost as if the owner had a lot of money.
There's a gap in my memory to what happened here, but I eventually found myself exploring a weird house that was different from the one I was in before. For some reason, the house reminded me of the house from Gone Home, except stranger. I kept looking through it, bumping into two drunk old men on my way through, and eventually found my way down into a large chasm where a flowing river was going. The chasm opened out to an ocean, and it was night time. I wanted to get on the other side, but going in the water made me wary. I didn't know what might be in there.
So! Somehow, my dream self thought I could get across by using a super power: sending jets from my feet to collide myself off the surface of the water so I could bounce across. "Genius..." I thought to myself.
I jumped towards the water and tried using the power, but it failed miserably and I started sinking. It quickly activated as I was sinking, and I could feel SOMETHING slither by my legs. I quickly jetted out of the water and back to the beginning of the chasm.
As I made my way back upstairs, I was confronted by my girlfriend's grandma, who started scolding me about a lot of things.
At first I thought this next dream was a separate one, but my dream self literally referenced the previous dream to a friend, so it seems they were connected.
Suddenly I was in school. My Japanese classroom. However, all the students around me seemed unfamiliar, yet I accepted the fact that I knew them. I talked to one of them about my encounter with my girlfriend's grandma previously. We then were tasked with playing some kind of word game, but sadly I don't remember how that went.

3/14/14

WBTB 6:30 am

7am non-lucid

We're in Paris. My brother has two large toy plastic pokemon balls. He throws them around and two kids notice and try to take them, playfully. Later he tells me he got them back.

I think before this part, it was a dream about the game pokemon. Or maybe the anime.

My brother's pokemon balls were green and large, like the size of a beach ball. I remember thinking, oh, the new generation has green pokeballs.

Pokemon have up to ten generations of parents now listed in their details. In my dream, I saw it listed as 0. But for example, if you bred two growlithes, and their offspring with another growlithe, the grandchildren growlithes would have a 2 in this category.

1. [Non-Lucid]
I'm in this place and some of the walls are glass, I have a gun, a bad guy comes walking in so I aim and fire then take cover behind a wooden beam, another guy walks in so I spin to my left and shoot through the glass wall shattering instantly, the guy gets hit and probably died, a third guy enters and somehow he gets past me.

2. [Non-Lucid]
I'm at my Nan's, I'm sitting in the chair opposite the TV, Nan is sat in the chair at the other side of the room to my left, she whips out a some paper and reads what is written too me, she written it herself, (I thought for some reason she had got cancer and that this was her way of telling me) David is stood between us and as she is reading it he starts rattling paper and I tell him to stop multiple times as I can't hear my Nan over the rattling, I then ask her to reread the last part, She then walks over and shows me a drawing on the paper and it has a stop sign in the middle. I then see food on a table.

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Fragments:
1. Having a fight with Neil, it gets pretty intense.
2. I'm with this police officer finding my way to the train station.
3. I'm in Minecraft following these 2 guys.
4. Re-coding a game of some sort making it look different with pyramids and stuff.

Possible dream signs:
Stop sign, David, Nan, Neil, Minecraft

I only remember 1 dream from last night – Bond…James Bond: I don’t remember the entire dream, but it is a long fragment. I remember walking down a long perfectly straight street. The street is in a residential neighborhood. All the houses are very tight together on very small pieces of land. All the yards are perfectly square, with larger front yards. To my right, the houses are right on the edge of a cliff overlooking the Pacific Ocean (I know I am in California). To my left the houses are up against another cliff (so we are on a ledge). It is a beautiful summer day. The sun is shining brightly. I am Daniel Craig (the actor) and I am dressed in a white button down, short sleeve shirt and khaki pants (exactly like James Bond in Casino Royal). The cloths are tailored perfectly to my lean, well-muscled body. I am feeling wonderfully confident. To my left I pass a man who it trimming his front hedges, which are perfectly shaped with tight, angled edges . To my right I pass a yard where there are six gorgeous women sunbathing on cedar lounge chairs. The lounge chairs are arranged in a circular pattern, with all the heads of the chairs touching. The women are all wearing bikinis, are well tanned and oiled. Their skin is shining in the sun. The three women facing my direction take notice of me. One of them shifts her sunglasses lower on her nose so she can peer over them at me. They all smile as I walk by, and I smile back. Next, I walk through a set of automatic glass sliding doors into, what I know, is my house. I am on a huge stonework patio. I walk over to a low stonework wall which overlooks the neighborhood, through which I just walked, and then an amazing view of the Ocean. I can see that we are located in a huge cove that curves around to the left. I can see the waves crashing onto the rocky shore. I know that I am a television producer and I am trying to come up with an idea for a new show. I picture, in my mind, the old show “Lassie” in my mind. It is in black and white. I can see the collie standing with little Timmy. He is wearing blue jeans and a checkered shirt. They are standing near and Indian teepee. I like the idea of a boy and his pet having adventures. But I want something more ferocious. I picture a lion in my head and I can see a large male lion clearly. I am wondering if people would watch a show about a boy and his pet lion. I wake up.

And I thought that the musical lucid dream with no visuals was cool...

Okay, so it starts out with me being at this outdoor theater area, with an old stone stage and stone seats. It looks like parts of the stage have been rebuilt with wood rather than stone. There is a large wooden plaque with an ensign on the front of it.
Something happens under the stage that knocks out some of the support, causing the stage to shift and become imbalanced. The stage breaks in half and has a four-foot rise just to the left of the middle. The whole theatre becomes crooked and distressed looking but is still standing.
Anyways, the entire theatre is empty save for where I am sitting in the front row. I am sitting in the front row and I am a huge gigantic ugly green man. I have to say I looked like Shriek. I think there was even a donkey sitting next to me.
Some elderly man walks onto the stage wtih a big old looking scroll. He unrolls it and begins marking off a bunch of dates in the past. The oldest date was like 1692 or something. And he's marking them up with a big red marker. I can't help but think that he's defacing this document.
I look more closely at the dates and they are dates that I and other monsters have attacked these people. The man doesn't seem upset that I have attacked what I think are his people. It had something to do with the fact that my attacks were not just seen as pointless harm, but rather a challenge symbolic of something, and that it was part of the tradition in his culture to drive away monsters. It was something seen as fun.
It was at this time that I realized that the only way I was viewing the document was because I was flying. I had morphed into a bird. I flew over the stage and into the surrounding forest. Things became very foggy. and it looked like most of the trees dead were overgrown with vines and moss.
I begin feeling like there is something beckoning me. There is some feeling of unconditional love and kindness. I look around and see a large nest at the top of one of the dead trees with a white owl-like bird in it. Something about her feels familiar, like I already know this being. I land at the nest.
I am taken into "third person" for a moment to see that I am a small falcon like bird. The other bird is able to communicate telepathically through to me, and states that it will be going back to its true home and wants me to come join her as soon as I can. She then flies off and as she does, she begins to change from a bird into an angel.
"Well shoot, nothing stopping me from going now!"
I begin to fly and notice that I am changing too. I am now a human with wings, but rather than having white angel wings, I have my falcon wings. It was also around this point that lucidity somewhat took hold. I got the feeling that what I was experiencing was not a part of standard reality.
I get out of the fog and arrive on this beach location. There are people on the beach playing and walking together, and there are a few rows of buildings along the edge of the beach. I look back and the fog is gone, and I am in a new location. Behind me there are now huge mountains covered in tropical rainforest.
The sky is beautiful, indescribably beautiful. This was a picture that looked close to what I saw, though it was a bit brighter, and over the ocean there was a wall of clouds, almost like a storm.

There is one cloud that seems to be glowing, as if it is back-lit by a second sun. (And we all know that in my dreams multiple suns are not uncommon.) But I can feel the beacon again. The feeling of unconditional love and acceptance, and I want to get there.
I begin flapping my wings, but for some reason, flying has become insanely difficult and tiring, and I can barely stay above the waves. I eventually start to get caught by water and I feel disappointment and shame as my feet touch the water and my whole body sinks in. Some dream character on the shore yells at me telling me not to get my wings wet. My wings are not just wet, they are destroyed, half the feathers have been plucked off. Okay... great... now I can't fly to that cloud. Maybe I can swim? No, because once I get under the cloud, how am I going to get up there?
But I was partially lucid, and had the feeling that I could reset, so I tried to get a do-over as best I could.
Bang, I'm back on the beach, and my wings are dry. I feel like some time has passed, but the sun or clouds haven't really moved. I walk along the beach until it comes to a peninsula. I feel like this is a better spot, I am much closer to the cloud now. I walk back into the island, and climb up a small hill about fifty feet high.
Okay... deep breath... Open my wings... Running start... I jump off of the hill and scream "Ya-hoo!!" and I am off and flying. I go between two palm trees and a couple of dream characters look at me with that WTF expression. I get out over the ocean and the difficulty of flying kicks in again, but it's not nearly as strong this time. No, I am not going to fail this time. I start flying out over the ocean and am moving much faster. I am still low above the water, but I feel like I have enough control not to go into the water.
I get about one third of the way out to the cloud. The cloud is still beckoning to me with unconditional love. It feels like its been about three minutes. I begin thinking about how I don't just need to get out over the ocean, but I also need to start flying upwards if I want to get there.