non-lucid

The people from my university and my parents were traveling together in what was either a big long-haul plane, a train, or Howl's Moving Castle. We made our stop somewhere and I didn't remember most of the trip, just that I picked up a tiny stray kitten. It was a bengal, I think.i manage to convince the supervisors that I can keep it, and later I also convinced my parents.

The kitten explored the plane-train for a bit, which had the architecture of my parents' house but with longer hallways. It made its way to the kitchen and my parents' cats were also there. The three seemed to get along.

Slept in today, can't really recall previous dreams.

I was in an amusement park with friends from my boarding school. It was in Thailand. We're going to be here until 9PM which seemed a bit boring, even for amusement parks.

I felt like these were separate dreams, but since I didn't wake up I'll record them in a single entry.

I was a monk, or something of sort. We were at war with another monastery. Me and another person infiltrated the rival monastery. There were nobody present, and we snooped around, and we found a cellar which had some broken things in there. As we looked around I doubled over in pain and thought that somebody teleported a tack into my stomach. Yikes.

I don't quite remember how that situation was resolved, or it might have just transitioned, but I found myself going to sleep in the temple.

My dream transitioned to me going on Mapcrunch and messing around on a random street in Germany. I find myself bodily transported there at night. It was cold, but I was undaunted and I explored.

I found a coffee shop and drank coffee with somebody I thought I knew. My parent's orange shorthair exotic cat was with me all along and was following me. He was as shy and skittish as he was in waking life, though, even if he kept within the general vicinity of me. He kept wandering around the coffee shop and I was worried he'd get lost, so I put him inside my backpack. He did not seem to mind this, although he did tense and hiss if I tried to pet him.

My dream transitioned to me playing a round of Duelyst, but instead of playing with my own deck and faction, I got backfilled for someone else. They were in a terrible position, my general was a young man in a lab coat, and my enemy's general was an armored woman (or she might just be Faie) and we both seemed pretty Vanar-themed. THe map is also pretty icy, and there was a blizzard filter. I had only one health left, but my enemy only got one minion that can reach me, and it can deal 2 damage, so I played a card that healed me for two damage. Then I replaced my useless spellcards for any minions to tip the balance. The next turn, some kind of event happened that gave us both 20 health on top. The game went on, I start summoning a bunch of minions and trying not to die. It must've been infuriating for my enemy.

I dreamed that I was playing a Harry Potter video game. I control a party of characters, though excluding Harry everyone else wasn't a canon character. We stumble into a Death Eater in an underground dungeon who was forging something and can apparently deink and heal himself with molten metal. Approaching him result in a cutscene where he grabbed Harry and stuffed him into some cramped opening in the wall behind him, and everyone was magically required to answer his riddles or Harry would die. After we answered his riddles, the spell was broken and he lost his bargaining chip. He joked about it being a good time fro a Death Eater to panic before trying to attack us, but as he himself had expected we killed him quickly.

We then walked around with a Dark Souls-like perspective in what appeared to be a mix between a castle, a fine dining restaurant, a temple, a tower, and a convention center. I have some difficulty describing it, yes. I think the best way to say it is that you just have to imagine the Floating Garden of Babylon, except that there were no plants, and the ceilings are extremely high. It was very beautiful but minimalistic, our sightseeing a bit marred by people screaming and running away from the Death Eater's blood on our shoes, so we sought a fountain to clean the blood off.

My dream transitioned to me in a Team Fortress 2 match, except that it looked like real life. I was presumably the Pyro and the framing narrative was that I was in a VR, hence why I don't feel liek I'm in an asbestos suit or wearing a gas mask or holding a flamethrower. I have infiltrated the back lines of the map, and there was nobody around. I was going to go back to the front line to ambush the enemies but there were news reporters being filmed. The map looked like Upward, but the bit after the second spawn was replaced with the gate from Hollywood in Overwatch. The reporters didn't seem alarmed on seeing me. I try to edge my way past them without getting in the shot because I thought that'd be rude.

I was on Discord (a chat client) and I was bugging someone who didn't want to talk to me, and talking with people in a group chat. I also chatted with some people include one of my boyfriends (I'm poly, by the way) on Steam.

There was some cartoonish representation of me and another person's Steam account being cartoon characters fighting, and mine lost. So I went to a person who sold Steam steroids. I took it and my cartoon was hyperactive and tried to challenge the other person again but they weren't interested.

I woke up and I tried to do a reality check but I forgot that I was wearing a blindfold and I was still sleepy, so I instead tapped my fingers to my legs and ascertained that I was awake. I attempted a DEILD.

I drifted into a "DEILD system" by Dreamviews which put me into a chatroom with other DV users. I mentioned that I thought it'd put me in a lucid dream, not a chatroom. (Dammit!)

My dream transitioned to me sleeping beside my boyfriends.

I was Roy Greenhilt, from Order of the Stick. I was being interrogated by Redcloak, who had put me on a circle. With each push of the button more spikes protrude from it, around me, like I'm on a knife throwing wheel except the knives come from the back. He seemed unwilling to actually hurt me, though. I didn't actually know the answer he wanted and I convinced him that. Someone I also talked him into letting me go. We left what appeared to be a Mayan pyramid.

My dream transitioned to me in a library. It was a small library. Supposedly I am in my accommodation's library (I was trying to contact the librarian in WL) but the surrounding suggested that I was in my elementary boarding school.

Me and another person were in a car. We were both preteens, and we were on our way to pull a heist or something of the sort. We were stopped by an elderly policeman because I was an underage driver. I saw myself having options on how to deal with the situation. I felt like I have been here before and picked the option to trick the policeman and escape. I also saw an option to beat him up with a blunt object. I decided to pick the latter out of curiosity. I hit him several times as he got more and more agitated and didn't see fazed by being hit, but he finally collapsed, although he didn't suffer any physical damage. I felt bad so we hauled him to the hospital.

The doctor thought we were just helpful kids. LIttle did she know that I caused this. She said that the man had suffered a stroke. So I suppose he didn't get hurt at all from being hit. Jeez, who's this guy, old Superman?

I was a bit too excited from yesterday's dream and changed my mantra. I'm not sure if that was a contributing factor but I ended up not recalling anything except waking up several times in the night and doing reality checks, and being unable to remember my previous dreams. All i can salvage is a single dream fragment where I was in a shared bedroom dormitory with people from my university, and we were about to go to sleep, so I guess that False Sleeping is a thing now.

I can't recall anything last night.

I've had enough sleep today, but my recall is still vague. Go figure. I am in a village, and our community has to defend regularly against some kind of threat. I am seeing things in a side-scroller perspective, like Starbound. Someone is complaining that I find too many children on my expedition and leaving them at the village just put them at risk. I'm... not sure how that logic works.

My dream recall is vague because I didn't have much sleep.

I dream that I am Bard, the lost character from the webcomic 8-Bit Theater, I am vying for a spot with the Light Warriors with Noble, a spoiled... well... noble.

I'm a cyborg ninja. I can go invisible. For some reasons, I think that shoplifting will be a useful way to spend my powers on. I made some noises accidentally and the workers start to look for me, and they also have an angry french bulldog looking for me. I go to the back of the store (the store is separated into two sections, with a glass wall between) and go visible to rest, but a girl sees me, but she does not raise any larm. I grab some soda and chips and as the dog sees me I make my escape, with a cinematic interlude that looks like me slashing the dog, but I actually cut off its chafing collars. I am gone but I see things in third person where the workers realize the dog didn'5 like the collar and now it's happy that it's gone.

I meet up with the girl who let me go and we go on a date at the arcade. One of the games is like one of those light gun cabinets, but with throwing knives. We have two opposing characters, she throws her knife and scratched me a bit. I throw mine and headshot myself. I say that wasn't my intention while she laughs. There is a lengthy cutscene with yaoi overtones so we lose interest and go elsewhere. She takes me to the opposite wing of the building, which I remark is a museum.

I wikiwalk on a fandom wiki about Dragon Ball, in my dream, Dragon Ball has a running theme where characters get cloned, and the wiki talks about the different clones of Goku. I don't watch Dragon Ball.

I spread rumor online about being visited by extradimensional entities, but I made it up. I am invited on an outdoors convention on a grassy field where people talk about the entities. I become semi-lucid, and I use telekinesis to move a cubical object, make it translucent, and let the entities talk through.

I later discuss with a friend who is sceptical and believes that the cube thing is a hoax, but then I convince him that the entities exist. I tell him that the entities' reality is different from ours. Their universe does not have attractive or repulsive forces strong enough to make objects collide and energies arrange themselves into free-floating constructs.

My dream transition to me having a false awakening on a vacation with my parents. We are at a resort which brands itself as a 'club' or 'town'. My dad wakes me up by playing John Cena from his iPad. There is a restaurant right outside of our room and we order food.

My dream later transitions to me taking money from a company I own a share of. My business partner calls me on the phone and confront me on it. I tell them that the money was already mine, I just lent it to him and as the company is failing I want out. He threatens legal action. I think about asking for a favor from the extradimensional entities to tamper with the records.

I am an assassin, like one from Hitman. I have coworkers with me, and we have killed an old, caucasian man who looks somewhat like Colonel Sanders, in a dark khaki suit. We put his body in our car and drive. We discuss how to prevent his body from being found, and we decide that we will put him in a wooden coffin and put him in the Morgue, and then spread news to those who might be looking for his body as evidence that his body is elsewhere.

My dream transitions to me playing a videogame, the graphics and feel is like Deus Ex. I have never played Deus Ex, only its more modern prequel, Deus Ex: Human Revolution. In the game, I have an SMG, and the police is converging on me and I fight them.

I recall vague memories of being on a road trip.

I am with my dad, at a bookstore in Thailand. My dad picks a large volume, "I was looking to buy this one for you" he says. I do not remember the title or the topic of the tome.

There are vague interactions between me and a boy who looks like one of those kids from Mr. Osomatsu. I haven't seen that anime. He is drawn in anime style, but nobody seems to notice or care. He is cute, as in my dream has decided that I should find him cute. His behavior is endearing. He holds my hand a lot. I am a big sucker for that, I admit.

My dream transitions to me being on Facebook, which I don't go on that much in real life. I add the boy (who I'm going to refer to as "Osomatsu") on Facebook. Then I invite him toe Hentai Group. I'm serious. I don't recall much interactions with him about the Hentai Group, but I recall the Hentai Group discussing everything except Hentai, and that's why this dream's title doesn't have an NSFW warning.

We interact somehow, I don't rememebr what it is that we do together, but we do them in my boarding school's "Gala Day" event. He is very small. He is in a MEKA (from Overwatch) and he reminds me of gremlin D.va (it's an Overwatch meme)

I play a game similar to Dark Souls or Bloodborne, with another person who is likely not Osomatsu. An enemy warrior chases me. I don't recall much, except that they are female, and her face is covered with her helmet. She reminds me of a valkyrie, maybe. Or a harlequin. I think she wields two curved blades, or they might be fused into her. She is unkillable, her health regenerates rapidly and I can't kill her. I ran to find my friend working on an incredibly cryptic but engaging puzzle (some colored tiles on the floor). I ask him to help me pool together damage to kill the Valkyrie.