non-lucid

It was late at night and my aunt left. That is unfortunately when I realized my mom was also gone and I had no one to take me to school. I then complained about this in a way that caused me to gain lucidity. I saw my aunt's van (very consistent, I know) and saw my rottweiler in there. I asked her to say something a few times and she made deep, guttural vocalizations that vaguely sounded like "Bree". I got in the car with her to watch videos when I heard a knocking at the door next to mine. It was my sister and she was getting my attention about a book, which appeared to be from the goosebumps series. I interpreted this as a threat and got out of the car with a lighter and backed away into the front yard where I attempted to set her on fire, although all it did was momentarily cause her pain with no visible signs of damage. The way I was doing this led us into the street where she managed to grab me by the neck and slowly morphed into a poorly passing trans woman with a sinister smile on her face, which is when I woke up

I was laying on my bed in the middle of the day with a pipe full of dried brown salvia leaves. I remember taking a hit of it and noticing how the leaves went from brown to green when I was smoking them. This could be seen as my first hallucination or as just a weird dream thing. Almost instantaneously I started hearing an oddly "synthetic" or artificial sounding shamanic music in my head as everything in my vision became wavey and brown/orange-tinted in color and I felt my physical being melting/decentigrating into what felt like a parallel dimension to ours. This caused me to feel like I was floating or levitating, which is typically the polar opposite of how actual salvia affects percieved gravity. I didn't quite break through but it felt like I was getting there. Do note that I didn't know too much about salvia before I woke up and researched it out of curiosity and my brain was mostly replicating what I remember from reading about other psychedelics like psilocybin mushrooms.

I was at school and we were doing a career orientation kind of thing. We were separated into boxlike structures and the supervisor asked me what my current interests were. My thought process went as follows:

-Well I like music but that's not very lucrative and I'd rather not hear him complain about that
-Oh wait! I just remembered that I have a lot of cotton laying around my house!

I remember seeing a red projection of a lower level of a house with white cotton balls scattered around. I mentioned that I had cotton lyring around my house and he said that a desirable career option could be picking cotton. In my head I thought to myself "Well I should be fine since it's not like the 1800s anymore"

The next part of the dream started when I walked downstairs and noticed a container of psilocybin mushrooms that haven't been picked yet. I went downstairs and immediately attempted to dose by cutting a mushroom in half. The scale told me I had 10 grams in my hand which when dried is equivalent to 1 gram which is a decently moderate experience. I ate that half with the intention of giving the bigger half to a friend and nothing happened. One thing I remember is that before I put it on the scale the mushroom changed to a regular edible mushroom that you can buy at a store. I remember the distinct taste of that kind of mushroom instead of the supposedly terrible taste of an actualy psilocybe cubensis mushroom.

Somehow, I had made it to heaven. My suspicion is that I was able to peek at it when sleeping. I find that heaven is a beurocratic, authoritarian regime and everything is constructed in the style of a renaissance-era town/city. The first thing I remember noticing is that there wasn't a single racial minority there. I remember overhearing a conversation from the higher-ups about the hazards that my arrival would bring and that no one is to know about it. At the same time someone from a slightly lower rank heard about it and started planning to sabotage the system. Later, me and a friend from real life who was also in heaven with me apparently found Leonardo DaVinci as he was entering his house and started asking him some questions. He looked less like DaVinci and more like Adam Jones from Tool, but that's not important. We asked him was his least favorite part of heaven was and he said "eh... the food" as he opened a compartment in his wall to reveal a large stick pretzel. I asked if it had anything to do with food shortages and he seemed a tad confused. I was talking about how I felt anxious and my friend said it could be because of my current sleeping position (I must have been asleep inside of the dream). I pulled out a phone screen with an unfinished verse of a rap song I was working on and my friend was shocked by how little I had finished and if I was okay. I then woke up. What I have noticed is that the best dreams are cut off by school days.

I might see if I can write a short story about this beurocratic ethnostate idea of heaven, but for now I have other stuff in life to worry about.

Fragment 1: I was browsing E621. It was kind of as if I was in VR as I was doing it because it was entirely enveloping my vision.

Fragment 2: I was at a store getting ready for a furmeet. Me and my mom happened to find ourselves in a more anarchist sector of a city and I was messing with VR on my phone, specifically NeosVR. Eventually, I joined in on creating graffiti with some anarchists in the store, doodling ACAB, the anarchy symbol, and other things. I saw one guy who was doodling something on a low shelf, had a brief conversation with him, and wanted to take a picture of his creation, which was abstract, featured jagged lines, and resembled a cityscape almost, although it was about the height and width of a square. Unfortunately, it was spraypainted over by some other guy, which caused the entire area's color to invert. We headed back home, and I saw the phrase "type III" on my wall somewhere, to which my mom commented on how fat my dog Rex is (He isn't really that fat, maybe a little chubby though).

I remember that the world was in ruin and I was messing with technology that honestly probably didn't help. It was a device that controlled your appearance on two scales: Your weight and how conventionally attractive you are. It worked, but it seemed to only control feminine features, although I remember some guy messing with it and getting masculine stuff to work. I remember using it on myself, turning the weight feature all the way down to the most skinny it could get, and seeing my nerd neck be extremely pronounced. When I turned the attractiveness scale down, I grew a pair of saggy tits and a poorly done beehive hairdo.

Something had sent me to go out and collect stray animals to put in a bag. I was walking through a neighborhood doing so when I realized that most of them were small black kittens, but when I looked down I saw my dog Rex, a fox terrier mix who is missing a front leg.

The second fragment involved Adventure Time characters, specifically Bonnie and Marceline. They were in a larger version of my house fighting each other because Bonnie was under some spell that turned her into a monolithic demon. Marceline undid the spell by quite literally worshiping herself, which caused her to first turn into something similar to the demon bat version of herself that's in the show and then a more pure form of demonic energy. This works out, she returns to normal, and I (while breaking the fourth wall) go and look for the cause. I saw a few things, but I remember a yearbook photo that showed the demon curse messing with other students. There was an equally douchey quote under it.

I was watching the series finale of Adventure Time after binging it for a week or three before I had these fragments. They ended the show so well and it was all so well done that it stuck with me as I was trying to go to sleep and even right now as I'm typing this. If you have the time, I highly recommend watching the show all the way through sometime. I think the most amazing thing is seeing something I used to watch when I was 6 or 7 evolve into something so in depth and interconnected and with such an interesting and deep lore as this.

Prior to what I can remember, me and some other DCs that made up my dream neighborhood were doing something kind of important. I believe I had just gotten back from somewhere. Either way, someone warned us of an incoming tornado. I quickly readied myself and rushed into the shed in my back yard as I saw the horrific monolith whirlwind of destruction heading towards us. Everyone in the neighborhood and Anton LaVey got in my shed, and as the tornado hit, two things happened:

A) LaVey exploded

B) I was teleported to Japan.

Upon my arrival to Japan, I found myself in a town square of some sort. It had a radially shaped multi-layered stone monument in the center that went up a few feet with some people on it. The first of those people resembled the dad from Ben 10. The second appeared to be his son, but not anyone from the Ben 10 universe. They were speaking Japanese, but could understand me well. Something told me that they were messing with me. The end of the dream is really vague, but I remember that I was in a totally different place singing a song about something silly.

I was writing a script for a documentary about my life after leaving the band I'm in. I was suffering from something called "thought battles" which plagued me constantly. Essentially, it was just fancy terminology for me being too mentally active to do anything and that eventually leading to pretty bad short term memory loss. I put my notebook down and started wondering around my room for ~5 minutes. I then went downstairs to see if water could help. When I got to the kitchen, I saw a kitten no more than a week or two old pass me, and then I started crawling on the ground. From down the hallway I could hear me grandma talking to her self, saying that she was from a location in real life that she doesn't actually live in. (keep in mind this is at around midnight). She then spots me and shouts "Hey!" at me. I am paralyzed.

I remember entering my room. On my computer there was an AI program that teaches itself to physically delete things. I turn it on with my peak nihilism in full swing and it starts.
It starts as unrecognizable, but eventually I start seeing physical items be deleted, so I type !detention, and that pauses the program or at least makes it unable to operate. I unpause it and I get the most menacing "you" on my monitor screen possible, seeing as the list of items that are deleted goes up to the 12,000s. I try to type it again, but my keyboard was deleted, so I grab another one, but my struggles to plug it in were to no avail. All the while, pop punk/post hardcore-ish music was playing in the background.

This was a scrap I had while on 1100mg of choline (totally legal dietary supplement to help cognitive functioning and dream potentiation that I got from walmart a long time ago). My dream was unmemorable, but I remember it involving me getting choline from a guy and then waking up and writing a dream log about it.

Last night was the first vivid dream that I have had in a long time. It starts with me at a grocery store with some kind of device that lets the user swap faces with any living being they can find.
I used it to swap my face with a cat, with the supervision of the inventor of the device. After this happened, I went to the house of J (who is now trans and goes by E, but it would be awkward if I made it seem like this was the same E as in Let Your Imagination Run Wild.)
were I came out as transgender to everyone except her parents. We were doing some kind of odd puzzle with the bisexual and transgender pride flags, but we had to hide it when J's mom came in. After that, I was in the jungle and came across a cartoony-looking British guy who spoke with an unintelligible Jamaican accent.
We entered his airship and he told us about how he landed on the moon once, which automatically switched me into a flashback from his point of view. He was flying high above the clouds and navigating his way to the moon, while all the while the people he was with were talking about how globalist Marxism couldn't possibly work in practice.
He had an extremely hard time landing on the moon once he got to it due to the fact that everything that landed on it immediately shot into space. He landed the ship on the moon (which was impossibly small, by the way), and once his feet left the shuttle, it shot into space. He tried grabbing it, but to no avail. He found two flags, both with years written on the cantons.
One of them (the one he picked up) was what appeared to be an anarcho-communist soviet flag with an extremely long year number of (something like) 5120598908802. The dream ended with him placing it in a crater and looking into the sky.

I was trying to find a place to jerk off at school. I tried many places until I came to a downstairs area in the office. It was full of lockers and in the front of the room was a long meeting room table with a projector screen in front of it. To the back of the room was an office cubicle room thing that I thought I was going to jerk off in until I realized that there was no bathroom. There was a windows 10 computer to the side of the room using an old 90's monitor. The clock on the computer read 11:14 PM, even though it was in the middle of the day at school. When I left, I was caught. The entire time I was in the room, I was overhearing what sounded like two people discussing a world changing plan. One of them came up to me. He was wearing normal business attire, but he had long hair that he put into a ponytail. Occasionally, his face would change and do strange glitchy things for a brief period of time, only to then go back to normal. He had a very unusual way of speaking. He was very calm, almost like he had nothing to lose. He asked for some basic information about me. I gave him what he asked for and he responded with "your friends will enjoy this too," or something like that. I left, but after that, the entire building started to shake and a behemoth-like song started playing. I ran to my house, which for some reason was part of the school, only to find that the school had disappeared. Everything was still shaking. I ran to my back yard and saw my sprinkler going nuts. I was going to go to the front yard through the back gate, but I saw what looked like a miniature 1910's era plane firing bullets in rapid succession coming towards me at a sluggish pace. I tried to run back, but then I woke up.

In this dream, I am going into 10th grade in high school. In this dream, my middle school is able to hold 10th, 11th, and 12th graders, and so I am moved back there. I am given the same home room as when I was in 8th grade in real life, but the normal teacher is missing. Instead there is this mildly balding middle aged man with black hair and square rimmed glasses. He introduces himself and then once he says "I am Mrs. F's replacement" I whispered "yes!" in excitement. He then went over to me and told me that Mrs. F was fired. When I went to talk to one of Mrs. F's assistant staff, she burst into tears of joy at the realization that her freedom of speech had been restored and she was able to express her opinion. In the dream, I eventually went back to my high school.

In this dream, I had become a part of a fleet of alien explorers. My mom told me to visit earth at least once a year as I said my goodbyes. At one point, the aliens on the spaceship I was on were debating something and then decided to go to an extraterrestrial art museum. There was this one exhibit that looked pretty small, but once you stepped into it you were in this alternate universe of fractal geometry in which every hole you go to transports you into a different part of the alternate universe. When I tried it out the first time I was able to find the exit, but the second time it took a little while. After we left, I was told I had to go to one of the regions of that exhibit to recover something. Once I got there all there was was a sculpture of a guy's head with a green, clean-shaven beard.