non-lucid

This dream was really, really long! It felt like about 3-4 hours, even though I was only asleep for 45 minutes. There was also a lot of detail in this dream, but I forget big patches of it.

I had a bunch of friends over, including Jeremy. My house looked different, the front end which contains the living room seemed larger, and the furniture was in a position we used to have it years ago. We were all playing with electronics, and I think before that we were playing the Wii. Most of the lights were off, and we had some kind of device which made sparks. After touching the sparks, I instantly gained the ability to create sparks with my hands, rationalising it as static electricity. Jeremy also touched the device, and started shooting sparks at me.

We ran around the house in the dark, playing with sparks. Mine were a bright green, his were a bright blue (opposite to what they're supposed to be..) and we kept going until suddenly, they stopped working. Our friends had unplugged the device during some kind of event (not sure what happened?). I found an old hat from the primary school I went to, laying ontop of a small white cupboard that doesn't exist. I put it on, like the cool guy I am, when I heard a car pull up outside - my dad was home

I recognised the deep rumble of the engine, my dad had been dropped home by one of his old friends who drives a Mini Cooper S. I looked in the car, and it was full of hundreds of copies of the same book. It was a red hard cover book, with white print on the front which was yellowed with age. I remembered knowing what the book was, that it was some sort of book related dad used to be into, my mind created the idea that it was about Mini Coopers and I ignored it.

Suddenly, two small children, a boy and a girl ran across from my neighbor on the left side. They had just knocked and ran, and were running to their house. They lived on the neighboring house to me on the right side. The man who owned the house came out and chased the kids, and started yelling at them about how it wasn't funny, next to my house, while I walked back inside to find my friends.

There feels like there was a lot more in this dream, but these are the only parts I remember properly

EDIT: This morning I woke up and started discussing with dad about my lucid dream, and how wonderful it was to have had another one. We started talking about the infinite possibilities readily available in dreams, and the way those concepts apply to waking reality through a lot of the Eastern religions. After an hour or so, he went out to his room and bought back two books. As soon as I saw it, I recognized it and realized that it hadn't been a book about Mini Coopers. This book was "The Path Of The Masters".

This dream was incredibly vivid, and I seem to remember it in a more linear fashion than most dreams.
I was at school, after the day had finished for some kind of lesson. I don't recall what teacher we had, but I believe he was Mr Ryan, one of the most racist and sexist teachers at my school. We were in the metal/wood work block, waiting to find out what classroom we were going to be having the lesson in, and someone said to use Mr Gill's room.

We walked across to the social sciences block, and up the stairs to his room, where the door wasn't locked and we went inside. For some reason though, there was no power in the classroom, and we needed Mr Gill to come turn it on for us. I checked out the window, and Mr Gill was standing in the parking lot with his arms folded staring into the distance. Mr Ryan called out to him, and he came up to the classroom.

We turned on a video for our lesson on the projector, though the board was on the wrong side of the room compared to usual. Mr Ryan and Mr Gill were standing behind me, and they started having a conversation about a very rude student, due to how rude Cowan was being. I accidentally pressed a switch on a powerboard with my foot, and turned out two of the rows of lights. This confused me, as they're controlled by switches on the wall, but when I looked up I noticed they were plugged into an extension cable, and it made sense, since I'd just turned off that plug. When I looked up again, a different set of lights were on, in a staggered sort of patter. I didn't want to mess with the switch any more, since I might have been in trouble for fiddling with the lights if I did.

I tuned back into the conversation the teachers were having behind me about the student, and they were talking about how he had severe problems, and had killed himself. I don't remember the boy's name, but I'd thought I'd heard of him before, but I'm not sure I actually know him. Mr Ryan started talking about how it was good riddance, while Mr gill said it was tragic. Cowan butted in, saying how he knew how it happened - that he'd spun out his WRX and he was an idiot because he couldn't control it. I told him how he was being really disrespectful, but I had a bit of trouble wording the sentence. Mr Gill agreed with me, and Cowan said
"Whoa! Someone actually agreed with Alex on something." I was getting really sick of him being so rude. I pulled out my laptop, and loaded up a computer forum which is normally blocked at school. Tim was surprised that it was unblocked and he'd never known before.

When I woke up after this dream, I transitioned out into SP without moving. I gained too much awareness, though, and found my throat was extremely dry and I was sleeping on my arm, which was already really sore. I swallowed a few times, and figured I wouldn't be able to DEILD because there was too much noise and light, so I got up and wrote this into my DJ instead, but it's nice to see I could have DEILD'd!

My friends and I were on our bus of an afternoon, though we caught it from a bus stop which isn't on the route the bus actually goes. We'd decided to talk to the girls from a couple of years lower than us, and they thought it was hilarious to run up and hit us. They were weak, and I didn't feel anything when they hit me.

I remember something about seeing a car which was beaten up, and crappy. I laughed at it, I think I must have known the person who owned it.

Yesterday morning, while in the shower I'd pondered how I never have dreams about showering, and I'd likely get lucid if I did, as I tend to practice ADA in the shower. Well, I guess my subconcious played a bit of a joke.
I was in the shower, I believe I was rushed for time, I had to be somewhere. All of a sudden, I'm covered in horrible, thick, mud. It smelt horrible and had the worst grainy texture to it. I freaked out, trying to wash it off me and not end up with mud and dirt all over the shower. It started to wash off, but it took ages to scrub it all off and wash it away.

While I don't remember a lot of this dream, I thought it was a bit funny that my dreams ended up happening like that. My subconcious is a bit of a joker I guess

I was involved in some sort of school trip to an entertainment centre to teach a bunch of kindergarten children. We caught a bus there, I remember looking outside and seeing the bus glaring in the sunlight from within the centre. The area we were in was spacious: black walls, lots of space, low lighting, some coloured lights. It was like a place to practice drama.

There was a lot of people here I didn't know, but a couple of people from my school. We were asked to get into pairs, and I didn't quite know anyone, and ended up being left out but I believe I ended up grouped with two girls, who I got along with quite well. I think she was brunette, around my age 16-17, and with a very nice body. I don't quite remember the majority of the dream, but I remember getting in trouble for saying answers which were wrong

At the end of the session, we ended up in my backyard, with a bonfire in the middle. People were everywhere sitting and talking, and I found the girls standing a little away from the fire. I walked up to give her a hug and my number, and she ended up kissing me passionately. I chuckled nervously and said, "I was just going to give you a peck and my number' We continued to talk, but I don't quite remember what about.

Really enjoying the vividness that apple juice seems to have given me in my dreams, though I'm sure I could do it without it!

I was at some sort of holiday house with my family. It was dark, poorly lit as though it was late afternoon and cloudy. Everything was a washed out grey colour. My recollection of the dream starts with having disappointing dream-sex with Trinity from the Matrix. She didn't seem to displeased though, so I went to clean myself up. I went to the bathroom to wipe down, and take a leak, but the light didn't work

Annoyed with the fact that I couldn't go to the toilet here because the light was out, I left and went to the toilet that was in the living room, right where everyone else was sitting. It was really awkward, as my parents didn't leave the room, and I sat and had a chat to my Mum, who was sitting in a lounge chair to the left of me, about how the light in the other toilet was out.

When I was done, I realised there wasn't much toilet paper, and got dad to find me some more. All he came back with was black low grit sandpaper, which was also incredibly shiny. I didn't accept it, as I didn't wanna tear myself a new hole

I'm surprised the dream went on past the sex, normally my dreams end straight after I finish, which is always disappointing. This time though, I had a fair bit of dream afterwards, which I think indicates a fair bit of progress in terms of my dream stability

This dream was long, I mean LONG. It felt like hours, but I wish I could remember the first part of the dream which explains what I stole. All I remember about that is pricking my finger or pressing some tiny button which was red.

I was on the run from some sort of giant corporation, perhaps the government, because I disobeyed them. I was trying to 'drop off the radar' so to speak, disappear from the government and it's control. I believe I stole something very important to them. There was some form of alarm set off by a lazer pen tip, but I don't remember anything other than touching it with the tip of my finger. It looked a little like a calligraphy pen.



I got back to my house and I knew I needed to hide, and I couldn't hide inside because the corporation would come looking for me there. I asked my dad what I should do, and he told me to stay outside for the next week. The first thing that ran through my mind was 'What will I use as shelter!', and my dad proceeded to find a plastic storage container with a large crack in it, and told me I should sit in it, that because of the crack I could rock back and forth.

I took it out into my backyard and searched for where I should hide. It was very cloudy, and most of the colour was washed out of the scenery because of it. I didn't want to hide in the bushes because they are filled with spiders, but I thought I would be too easy to find in the open. It was a tough decision, but I chose to set up right out in the open on my back lawn I tried to sleep in the tub. It wasn't comfortable, so I used the crack to bust a hole in one end, and put that over my head as I lay down on my side and tried to sleep underneath it. It started raining, but I didn't get wet because of my plastic box covering my head.

What a weird dream.. possibly a continuation or precursor to a previous dream I've had where I was going to be killed by a bald man. That makes sense, actually. Odd.

Before I begin I feel I've seen this girl before in my dreams. In this dream, I found her to be some sort of movie star, but in a previous dream which I believe to be the same girl, she was a vampire, who I fell in love with and helped save her life from people hunting her. That dream was over a year ago.

The girl and I were dating, and I was going to her house for the first time. It was enormous, a mansion even, and she had loads of people already over. I thought we would go say hello, but she took me out to a room which was empty, which I assume was her bed room. It was octagonal, and the floor was kind of messy. I figured we weren't supposed to be out here, and looked through some curtains at the people in the backyard, which was one giant pool party, and tried to hide behind the curtains as much as I could. I instinctively took off my pants for some reason, and turned around to find a lot of other people in the room, all sitting on a large couch waiting to watch a movie. I was extremely embarrassed, and pulled my boxers back up and sat down (this should have made me question, as I don't wear boxers anywhere but to bed). My 'girlfriend' wouldn't go anywhere near me, I was thoroughly confused and embarrassed.

I was in the large shopping centre of my city, with my Dad, trying to find something fun to do. It was late in the evening, and most of the stores were shut and had their lights off. We found a games shop/arcade somewhere (doesn't exist). There was two tracks set up with slot cars. One was for regular small matchbox looking cars, and one was for really big ones, which looked like big yellow triangles made of wood. The controller for these larger cars were weird, you had to crank some sort of handle to make your car go faster.
There was a small blonde child who was really good at it, and whipped the controller around to make the handle turn. The cars got jammed up at one point, and the second time they were about to, one of them hit my phone incredibly hard and knocked it across the room into a window sill. I went over and found that it was perfectly okay! Which really confused me, but hell who cares? I made sure the phone wasn't scratched with my mouth and then continued on with the dream. End.

I had a weird experience of having two dreams in one, with one dream happening while the other was being told as some sort of folk lore story, which I was able to visualize while the dream was happening, really different for me
The folklore story being told to me throughout the dream was about a man who would smash other people's right hands with a hammer. One day, this man's right hand got smashed by someone else, and he never, EVER slept again. Thrilling, I know

The rest of the dream was a bit weird. I woke up in my bed, (if I made RC's a force of habit every time I woke up I would have realised it was a dream!) I rolled over on my side and sat up, pulling my eye mask up from my face. There was lots of day light, and my dad woke me up by trying to clean my room. He was digging through a pile of stuff which was where my computer chair was supposed to be, and at one point he threw a stick of bamboo at me.

He said 'We need to clean up this pig sty.' I disagreed, telling him it was only desk clutter making it look dirty. I took a look around my room, and it seemed perfectly.. normal for a dream. My clothes were piled up where they were supposed to be, snuggie on my dresser, books and assorted mess on my table. I find it odd that I actually conciously surveyed my environment and didn't find anything wrong with it, at least my awareness is kicking in!

A girl who I met at a party a couple of days ago was texting me, she was relatively boring but I kept talking to her. I used both my phone to text her and then got on msn on my computer and kept talking to her. I sat in my computer chair playing with an LED down light. It was like a faded yellow block of plastic, with an LED in the middle. I remember looking at the LED and noticing it looked more like a yellow lightbulb, but when I turned it around it definitely shone white light in my eyes. I even noticed it wasn't plugged into anything, and didn't think anything odd of it. Dream ends around here.

Short fragments here.
My two grandmas were both over, and giving me gifts. I remember something about a pan, which I put in the hallway ontop of a pile of seed. My other grandma got jealous of the attention. I then got given trivia, which was in candy wrappers, in the back room of my house, where we had set up a glass table and some seats (realistic). The candy confused me thoroughly, and I had to think about what was inside, until I decided that the trivia was small pieces of paper rolled up very tightly and wrapped up. I should have RC'd and would have had a lucid. Need more awareness.

I had to go to some kind of funeral with my family, and had to wear a suit. I remember not feeling as sad as I should have, and I felt like I would be judged about it. Dad specifically got me a new black 'waxed' tie, (waterproof?) but apparently it was a 'die of death', and that was the impression people got (fits funeral theme?).

I remember seeing my ex girlfriend Chelsea, who I haven't dreamed about in a couple of weeks. We were friends, apparently, and I made a reference to how long it had been since we'd talked and bumped her. She seemed quite happy. When this happened, I was walking through a parking lot, I think to leave the funeral. It reminded me a lot of a shopping centre carpark, but surrounded by green forest on all sides. I kept talking to my dad and family as we walked. I remember seeing my other ex, Jemima in the back of a 4wd, but the boot door had been replaced with a window. She was in a small pink room, surrounded by candles, with one of the old style lightbulbs, and posters on the wall. I don't remember the expression on her face, but she radiated some sort of feeling, because I clearly remember this moment.

As we left, I walked down a small path, and ended up on a grassy path through the jungle, a lot like my friend's back yard but with more 'jungle'. I ran into Jeremy & Cameron, and we talked. Jeremy had just got a new suit, it was really nice. Cameron was wearing his shiny suit. I don't remember what I said to them. Cameron was on Jeremy's left, and I approached from Cameron's side (or the other way around, I'm not sure.)

This dream was enormous, I'm so annoyed I only remember parts of it! I wish these dreams would piece together, I'm sure my subconcious is working on SOMETHING.
The dream was based around trying to find people who were extremely skilled at dreaming. I remember being at a pool table with an older man, Rob, from my hockey team. I recognise the room now, but I'm not sure from where. He had what appeared to be some sort of coral or a clam, which was the shape of an ocarina. It bit down on the pool cue, and he pushed on it and broke it, and this surprised me, it somehow showed he had great skill

I clearly remember being in a restaurant, with one of my closer friends. We were definitely seeking training from something powerful, but I don't remember any details. I didn't see Jeremy or Brooke either, who I was planning on having a shared dream with.

The dream ended at night, when one of the people I go to school with, Dylan was going to through out a tennis ball he had found, which was covered in some sort of chemical which made it glow. He ended up throwing it into a pond, and the glow spread.

Throughout the dream I believe I was trying to wake up, but I just didn't quite get far enough. If I had RC'd at any point I would have had a clear and vivid lucid.

My father and I were trying to go to some sort of show.. but apparently we tried twice. He bought tickets for it online, and we went to the venue. The entrance to the venue was the mens change room in a department store, such as Best & Less. The process of handing in our tickets was a lot like a checkout at a supermarket, and I remember noticing a flame at the register. It confused me at first, as it seemed uncontrolled, but then as I analysed it I realised it must have been a gas lighter built into the desk that was always on to burn used tickets. It made sense at the time..

The dream skips, and I don't remember ever going into the show, but everyone is now talking about a different show they all want to go to, and I'm not interested in it, and I quickly forgot what it was called, and I was quite confused. Dad again bought more tickets, perhaps we didn't get in the first time? I'm not sure, but we decided to go again. When we walked through the store we passed through the children's toys section, and he commented on the old, broken stock. I looked down, and saw a box for a small child's chair, and the box was extremely worn. I remember actually thinking about how detailed it was, and how real it was. I think this was a brief moment of questioning my surroundings, but it didn't expand into me getting lucid. At least my awareness is transferring over into my dreams.

We were about to go through to the entrance to the venue, but dad spotted a leather jacket on a shelf. Somewhere earlier in the dream, he had wanted a leather jacket. This one was extremely small, and looked like it would be tight even on a small child. It had a large diamond pattern on it, and looked like it was made of thick rubber. I asked if he was still trying to find a waterproof leather jacket (the image of a wetsuit and a giant seaworld whale tank showed up in my head). He said yes, but commented on how extremely slim the small was. I checked the tag and saw that it was indeed an S.

We went through to go to the ticket register again, but there was a massive line up. A few of my school friends were here again, I note remembering Lachlan and Isaac. Isaac said the cue was for something called "Dual Falls" and instantly I remembered that it was the dual waterslide from the local fair.

Wow, this was certainly a vivid one, before this I believe I had some long dream about helping the length and vividness of my dreams, but I don't remember it at all. This, on the other hand, was great

My memory starts off in a shop in the middle of my city. It has large windows at the front, and the sun is shining in brightly. I caught the bus in, I think, with a couple of my friends Tim and Josh. They wanted me to leave, because the bus to take us home was coming and we were going to miss it. I wouldn't leave, because I was fascinated by the things in the store.
The lady who helped run the store was young, in her 20's, and looked like a bit like the comedian Sarah Silverman, crossed with the character Gooch from Scrubs.


The store sold small, homemade products. The ones I was looking at were small clay photo frames, with bright colours and weird designs - something made them really stand out to me. I asked the lady running the store about their products, and she sang me a song with her ukulele. It was funny, and simply just ran through a list of the quirky things they sold, and she ran out of things at the end, and finished it awkwardly. I thought the song was funny, but Tim thought it should have been better for a comedian, and proceeded to go with Josh to catch the bus to go home, leaving me in the store.

I stayed and looked at the other things in the shop, finding some small balls about 2cm in diameter filled with fluff, made from 4 pieces of felt. They were made of either red or yellow, and blue felt. I questioned the man from the shop, who was one of the lead characters from the Mighty Boosh, wearing something somewhat like he is in the picture. I noticed that they broke easily, by pinching them at the base. He said they were supposed to, and it made perfect sense to me, and reminded me of something from the show. So I bought a pack, since I liked them so much.

The bus I was supposed to catch with Tim and Josh came back around out the front of the store, and Josh came in exclaiming
"The bus went the wrong way and turned left and circled back around!"
So I left the store with him and got on the bus with them both. On the trip home, there was a really large sign, or part of a fence made of two wooden posts and a large piece of metal in between, which was flying through the air wildly around the bus. I was quite scared, and remember visualising that it could have easily crashed through the front of a car and killed people, and probably could have done the same to the side of the bus. It seemed to fly off as we continued to drive past it though, and I went on looking out the window. I remember seeing one of my friends out the front of a small house, working on his car. I hoped that he would be okay, and it was a pretty terrible time to be having car trouble.

The dream jumps to me arriving home, and I believe I was helping Dad in the garage, trying to find old computers. The image I remember here is also an old memory, and could be mixed in with the dream. I think it may also be why I went to the trinket store in the first place. I believe this was where the next section of the dream was introduced, where I had to help Dad take care of a bottle of bleach, which was trying to rehabilitate from a nasty drug habit. I think I may have used him to clean a surface at one point. The end of the dream is during the middle of the night, where I got up to find the bleach, passed out balanced over the edge of a painting, which was leaning against a wall where we normally have our kitty litter tray. This really confused me, as I couldn't work out what was happening. I knew the bleach was on the edge of the frame that was leaning up against the wall, but I couldn't see it properly. Somehow my mind made sense of it. I noticed that bleach was coming out of the lid and realised he had OD'd, and had choked on his own vomit.
"Oh Bleachy..."
After realising he was dead, I used the bleach that had poured out of his mouth (the end of the bottle..) and a piece of cardboard, (again, my mind knew cardboard didn't work well on floors, but then i realised 'Oh it works like a sponge, of course') and cleaned a white tile to a shine (where we don't have white tiles).

This dream confused the heck out of me when I woke up, and when I started thinking about it, I had to laugh at myself a little bit. How did I possibly miss any of those signs! A sign flying past caught in insane winds on a perfectly sunny day, a store run by two comedians, a bus route I normally catch every day taking me on a road which doesn't exist -- actually, a house which the sign flew past looked exactly like a house my bus goes past every day, but it was painted a pale yellow instead of a greenish black, and was on a road that overlooks the ocean near the beach instead of bushland--, and most importantly a bottle of BLEACH named Bleachy, which had a drug habit and OD'd! That night, we did break the bottom off of a bottle of bleach, and I'm pretty sure thats where that came from.

Before I went to sleep last night, I wrote in my journal affirming myself that my dream guide will help & wake me to lucid dream. I've never met them, but I think this dream which I remember so vividly was definitely supposed to help me lucid. Instead, I had the most vivid and random dream I've had in years! I know I'm close to it, and I'm confident I'll have full control.