non-lucid

8/19/14

Working today from home, after running some chores in the morning. Got so sleepy, because last night woke up around 2am, couldn't sleep till 3.

So I fell asleep on the sofa very fast.

DR
I'm at WL work, only place looks different, more warehouse like. We are moving boxes around with merchandise. Our director is talking on the PA system, telling us what to do. It's 5pm, time to clock out, but she is telling us more things to do. We are pissed and trying to figure out how to do it. Something is hidden in the box. We are talking with a friend of mine.

5/19/14

Last night, bed 9:45 - 1:50am Woke up and excited thoughts didn't let me sleep again. Got up, had some food, watched TV, DVed for an hour 2:45 - 7am sleep

DR:

We have to sleep over at some place, because we missed something. We follow a group to a place that looks like church grounds, or castle. As we are walking through the gate in the fence, a guy that looks like a church grounds keeper hurriedly enters through another door, as if he didn't want us to see him.

We walked through the corridor and me and some guy stop. We get a bad feeling about what's ahead. We are told by some chicks "not to be scared, it's just some dark forces and dark magic". An image of red candle enters my mind (from movie clip A linked me yesterday).

So me and this guy are like "hell no, we are outie". Turn around and later we are hopping through some concrete fences, climbing on some lower ones to reach the higher ones, till we are out.

*

Change of scene. I'm still looking for a place to sleep. I open the door into a large room in the dormitory style building. It actaully is not a dormitory, it's just temp sleeping place. The room is full of fornicators. There is sucking and licking and doing it going all everywhere. Naked bodies in all kinds of situations. I'm not sure I want to enter there.

To be continued*

So I keep looking, but now I'm in a mood. I find 2 guys and I ask them if they wanna do it. Half way through it, I snap out of my daydreaming and get pissed at myself, that i wasn't paying attention to the beginning.

Change of scene.

I still keep looking. (wth im looking for?) Come to a few rooms occupied by a family. But I don't know that. I only see two guys and again aske them if they wanna shag. One of them turns out to be an invalid with only one leg. They show me a bed, if it's good enough. It's a wooden, small bed, with dark blankets on it. I say "sure'. They say, but it doesnt have any mattress on it. I'm like, wth cares? Then I say "ok, so lets pick this bed, belongs to the father of the family. They have some kind of an excuse. But someone went out in the meantime and now he is showing me 3 boxes of condoms. An older woman walks by and tells me she will shag me too. They are all milling arround, getting ready, as if this was daily occurence. I'm like, wow, I may have bit off more than I can chew.

5/18/14

Last night bed 9:45 - 4:50 I fell asleep quite easily, it wasn't as hot as last few days.


DR1:
going to the other side have to swim over narrow ocean-river, which is beautiful tropical ocean blue in low tide, but turns into fast current at high tide. So we are going to a news stand to buy a tide-calendar. Friend of mine buys one for dollar. We open it and it's crap. It says all month for the whole year, but the info on many of them is insufficient, as it says "october, november, there will be 2 tides". Some of the month are ok, with detailed times.

But I don't like it, so I find the person who scammed my friend by selling that to her and I demand my dollar back at no uncertain terms.

DR2:
I'm in Mexico with a friend. Restaurant-hopping. Or should I say food shack, street vendor hopping. We are ordering all kinds of food in this outdoor restaurant, while I insist on ordering authentic mexican for me, saying "when in mexico, eat mexican food, when back in US, eat tacos (from TacoBell).

There are some burritos with camarones (in dream this means shrimp) and I see then neatly curled up, nice an pink, in a burrito. We are already at 2-3 place and ordering some lemonade with our food. When I say "how about beer". So we order beer. I ask what they have, and they have Corona, and 2-3 other kinds. I know one other, but not rest of them. They bring us beer in rather small brown bottles and beer looks like it's dark. I'm glad, coz I love dark beer, but I would have prefered Corona at that moment. So anyway, they bring beer to my friend, but not to me. So I go looking for it and see there is some under some mats and crap on the floor and also that there is a large dog sleeping in there. I find my beer on some nearby shelf.

DR3:
I'm in my childhood home. Looking out from my 1.floor bedroom at the ocean that is where my backyard used to be. It's so beautiful, bright blue, tropical ocean. But waves are gathering, in some places is still tropical blue, but waves are turning into dark blue. They are hitting the house and I'm betting, that they will break into the apartment below us. They are reaching bottom of my balcony. I'm standing there with my dad, marveling at the beauty and complexity of the gathering waves. Now a reall big one is coming towards us and I yell at my brother to come and look.

Now I'm again in Mexico, but with a class. Teachers are managers from my work. I'm still walking around with my friend, visiting restaurants. But I figure we should go to the others. We are all in a huge room. I see that they are blowing up huuuuge inflatable escape boats. There is about 7 of them to fit us all. I see the inside with black, ergonomic chairs with high backs. i'm thinking how fancy, but I also know, they have to look like that for safety on rough sees.

So we are going to be evacuating, or just traveling on rough sees, that's why the boats. Groups of people get on, boat leaves, and they inflating another one for next group. There is only enough people left for 2 boats, and all the "managers" are still there. I'm wondering if I'm doing the right thing to be staying with "managers". We are suppose to go for a trip to Manaus and French Guinea. But I know, that that's on the other side of the world from where we are, so I say "It's got to be Macao, not Manaus"

5/17/14

Last night bed before 10, but couldnt fall asleep - 4:50am

I'm Italy, Liguria. One Italian tells me this, while I'm looking at postcards to buy. The cards are nothing special. Some rocky shore, some dry chaparall mountains. I'm asking something from a guy at a train station. He starts laughing and replies to me in Italian, something like he is Tony... and Italian and why do I think he knows what I'm asking or speaks the language. To my surprise I speak Italian a bit too, or maybe more like just some international words and we communicate a bit, laughing.

I'm at this train station at the end of the dream. It's the end of a trip for me and I'm meeting up with others to leave. There are 2 small, maybe 7-9 year old kids trailing me. We are some friends, or have some deeper connection. They don't want me to leave.

Even before that, I'm telling someone that while we were in Mexico? (Italy), there was a big earthquake, not like a 6 something, but 5 something.

Before that was something, about mountains or hills. It was a long dream, I woke up from it, said "great, a dream" and went back to bed. Have to by me that pen with light I saw on amazon for the gift money I still got there, so I can write them as they happen.

5/16/14

Last night, bed around 10pm - 4:50am

DR:

It's morning, and I'm just about to start cleaning somebody's place. They are getting ready to leave. The place is a pig sty. There are some cucumbers in the drawer with clothes, and they are so old, rotting and leaking. When I close the drawer, there is a puddle on the floor from them. It's disgusting. At first I say screw it, I ain't cleaning that stinky mess. But at the end of the day when they come back, and when I come back (read below), I'm looking for paper towels and plastic bags to clean it.

There is also 2 kids I'm suppose to babysit.

I don't know how, but I go out of the apartment for a moment and end up going to the recruit testing for CIA. Not an official testing, morel like in secret, so we don't even know it's a test. But I end up changing my pants for tights! for some test, and now I'm walking with a CIA guy through the hallway, barefoot and barely dressed. I'm saying dude, I have no shoes and stuff. And he says it's ok, we are almost there, and next is medical screening.

We get to a room with other people in it. I realize I'm babysitting kids and I'm trying to call someone on my red cellphone to go and check on them, while I'm gone. Lots of flyers are in a row on a long table. We suppose to grab them and place them on a board within a time limit. I miss the first round entirely because I don't get what to do. Then on one flyer, I see some handwritten shopping list on the back. Chicken deli, meat and chicken deli, and 4-5 other items. I figure, that noticing these kinds of details is the real test, so I start copying the list on a piece of paper for myself. Turns out, that WAS the real test, and only I passed it.

Then a fire starts in the overhead airconditioning unit, and one next to it starts to smolder, and another one as well. I ran to the fire extinguisher, grab it a ran to the fire, while yelling Fireeee! go tell everybody and take care of them! There is already a girl with extinguisher at the fire. But her's is the wrong kind, because mine shoots out huge marshmallows of fire retardant, and her's doesn't. Obviously mine is the right one.

I extinguish the fire, walk to the next one and take care of that one as well, and the last one as well. Looks like I passed this test too, coz it was a test.

DR:
I'm on a street of my hometown, down by the bookstore accross from highschool. Something is running, I hear it coming closer. I rans by and it's a geogeous small brown pony, with his mane and tail and by hooves beige. He runs by at full speed, and I check behind the corner, if he went the right way. No he didn't turn right, he continued towards the train station. But he stopped and he is comming back to me now, at full speed. I try to catch him and take him to safety. I know he is just playing, like a kid.

5/13/14

Last naight bed 12:30am - 8am

DR:
I'm in a Japanese dojo. It's quite large. There is a group of us. I recognize one person from my school. We are suppose to learn some new skills. Right now we are being taught swordfighting.

A sensei in long Japanese garb of dark color is swinging with a very long and curved sword. As he swings, he makes sounds and yells out words in Japanese. (we were talking with mismagius last night about our dreams of Japan).

I'm kinda embarrased to be yelling "hayyyyaaaa" and stuff like that, so I'm kinda not wanting to do it.

When the class is over, I understand that I can't advance, unless I learn the Katana. So I look up some books that I know sensei was learning from, or recommended. I find 2 books. One is called "Marble [art, fighting, or something similar]. I'm flipping pages and there is so many of these yells in japanese, that you have to yell out at specific sword moves. I'm like, wow, this is like a whole script, how am I suppose to learn this, all in Japanese.

Had tons of other dreams, seems like dreaming all night.

5.12.14

Last night bed around 10pm - 6:40am

I got up, went on DV for a bit, then went WILDing at 7:10am. Got nice and relaxed within 5 min. I realized, that I'm not focusing on my closed eyelids anymore, and maybe thats why I'm not getting any more HH and dreamlets that I enter to be in LD. So I did that and was getting some flashes of images. My cats were still moving around, so I thought I just go to sleep and hope for a DILD. Turned to my side and fell asleep.

DR:

This was very long and very detailed. First ghost dream in which I was not scared. Later in the dream I applied some knowledge that I have learned as a lucid dreamer, about incorporeal beings, how it's normal, nothing strange or to be affraid off.

I'm at home in moms bedroom. As I leave the room, the TV turns on. I shut it off and as I walk to the kitchen, the TV on the kitchen dinning room table turns on. I grabbed my keys and I was outta there. I don't like messing with ghosts.

I went to the caffee and I'm having my coffee, thinking that I'll stay there all day, till someone else comes home. My dad comes and I tell him to ask the barista to make him a coffee from bottle of instant one I brought. But I forgot the bottle, so he orders coffee and sandwich. I want to pay for it, but he says he has money.

I tell my brother or mom or both about the ghost, and they reluctantlyadmit to me, that "she" is there for 3 years now. They just didn't wanna tell me. And I'm like, wow, so it's true, everytime I felt a presence, or hair on the back of my neck stood up, ... it was all true.

Now we are at home. Me, my brother, uncle and auntie from apartment below us, and I think my mom.

As we are talking and visiting with family, things start to happen. Flowers in a vase start to move. Courtains, flower petals in 3 low vases are swirling, even changing colors. We always just quietly point at it to each other. She also makes some arraingement with flowers in a circle and a baby bottle standing up in the middle of it.

I finally say very nicely "could you please not do it anymore". But by now I wanted to help her, but I also know, that you should never ask a ghost how you can help.

My brother picks up a small plate with some dressing on it, and he shows me that "she" wrote in it. It says "I love" and we put it down so she can finish writing it. But then I notice that there is something else written there and I send my brother to get his camera to take a few pictures, so we can enhance and read it. My oncle gets the plate and he wants to eat the dressing and I tell him "are you nuts, ghost just played with it and you wanna eat it?"

Now she is writing lot more in other places too. I get a pen and paper and I'm copying it. We learn that her name is Maria and she died of cancer. She used to frequent italian forum. She writes down the whole web address. http//[italian sounding name ending in *oni* or *ini*], [second name berlusconi or berluscini] plus some .edu and something else or similar.

She also tells us a name of people she would love to send message to on this forum, to let them know, what happened to her.

Some if the information she is giving us is now by her voice talking to us. There is a paper bag on the table and it inflated itself. The voice coming out if it faintly says "listen". I hear it, but nobody else does. So I tell everybody in the room to "listen". "She" repeats it a few times and now everybody is quiet and we can hear her.

As she is talking from the paper bag, the bag is moving, rolling a bit on the table and it comes to the edge. I pick it up so it doesn't fall down and to my surprise, the bag is heavy. I feel like there is a person's soul inside. (I remembered in a dream reading about it in WL if soul exists. They weighed a dying person and then again at the moment of death. Body did lose some wight at the moment of death)

So now I'm holding the bag with this persons soul that is talking to us, and now I'm sobbing. I started when writing the web address down. It really took me, how is this person trying to get in touch with people from her beloved forum.

I want my brother to experience the weight of the empty bag, so I hand him the talking paper bag and tell him it's heavy.

5/11/14

Last night bed 10pm - 4:50am

Yesterday at work, I have spent good hour reciting "Next time I'm dreaming, I look at my hands and realizeI'm dreaming" and "I'm dreaming", while cutting strawberries and looking at my hands in gloves.

DR:

I'm looking out on the street from my childhood home's living room window. Hurricane is coming, so I'm guessing that's why there are some police cars parked in the street, and some people parked their cars in the middle of the roadway, so they don't get damaged from debree falling from houses.

As I look closer, I see some pieces of roofs and other debree in our back yard, so I'm thinking the hurricane happened already.

Now on the street, right in front of the entrance to the tennis courts, some cars are stopped in traffic, waiting for cars to pass from side street. Among them is a stealth fighter. I scramble for my camera, quickly looking in my room and finding it in my drawer. I rush back and snap a few pics.

I have a feeling something is gooing on, so I walk outside to the tennis courts. There is a gift shop and people in it are giving away some greenish earrings and some other jewelery. They want to put it on me and my alarm goes off immediatelly. I somehow get away from there and as I'm walking away, I see groups of people and individuals coming towards the store, each of them wearing a lapel pin of same colors and design as the earrings were. I know they are all converted into aliens now and I have to avoid them and act not suspicously.

They give a chase, I start running, dropping something, I think about returning for it, but no time, and I make it inside my house and lock the door.

DR:

I'm at work, inside a giant walk-in cooler, that's large as a warehouse. Some of my coworkers took my U-boat and my other things and are pushing them inside the storage place with intent to leave it there, and shut the door and turn the lights off when I go retreve it. So I go out of there and lock the door on them, while they are inside. But I leave the lights on.

5/6/14

Last night bed past 10pm - 7;30am?

DR:

I'm in a secured room, sitting with oter people around large, rectangular table. We are kinda locked in there. Not sure why, but we could be in trouble.

There is an industrial camera in the upper corner of the room and we are being watched. Lots of documents on the desk. Also telephone. It's ringing and I'm suppose to answer it. But I don't want to, because I dont like what I'm about to hear. But not answering is even worse, so I pick up the receiver. There is so many buttons, I have no idea which one to press to accept the call. Someone shows me but either too late or it doesn't work.

So whoever was on the other end of the phone is pissed now and is talking to us through the camera. I'm suppose to get some info from docs on the desk. They look like files if individuals. There are ID photographs, names and info about people. I'm looking at names. They are all in baby blue color and written sideways. I find one thats mine. It's short and I say here it is, but not this time. This time I have different name. I find TheHighLordJedi, and I recognize it as mine.

DR:

I'm talking to a person in my work place (IWL place). I'm supposed to start training for her position to be able to sub when she is on vacation (true IWL). But some people are jealous of me. (true IWL). I'm uncomfortable, but I realize it's their problem, not mine, and I can't let that bother me too much. (true feelings from WL).

5/5/14

Last night bed 9:30 - 7am? Working afternoon shift, so slept in : P

DR:
I'm in NorthKorea with some others. We are crouched in a ditch in the fields somewhere. Looking up, there are railrad tracks in the air. There is also some kind of a huge tube. The northkoreans are sending train wagons someplace through these tubes, so it's invisible from spy satelites. Later we are hiding in basements of some buildings.

The train wagons are going by at blazing speed and they are very loud. (standing near trains in WL always scared the heck out of me.)

(I also wonder, if the loud sounds in dreams are same as loud sounds while transitioning.)

5/4/14 Sunday

Last night bed around 9pm - 4:50am

DR:
I'm someplace that feels like school or dormitory. Something happens and I'm desperate to get back to where I was before. I pack my stuff and walk to the bus stop. I'm asking some people if they know what time is the bus coming.

Bus stop was on side of the side road. Road surface is all cracked, the bus schedule on a pole is obstructed from view with overgrown weed. I see the main road ahead, but it's also deserted.

I remember I got there from the city by a bus. So I'm looking through bushes if I see my bus number on the schedule. I have to climb the pole t get a better view.

Then I remember I got there kinda walking and hitchhiking and I kick myself to even going there, if I knew I will not be able to get back from there.

Bus comes and I ask the driver if he goes where I need to go, or at least if it will take me closer. (The problem in these dreams is, that I never remember where I need to go). I figure I can't stay there, so I better get on no matter where he is going. Now I find out I don't have any money and driver is kicking me off. I beg and cry and somehow he lets me ride. (bad feeling from the dream allover)

DR:
I'm home, visiting. I'm there for only few days and have to get back here in 2-3 days. Bad feeling, because something happened. Not sure what. I'm talking with mom and I'm asking her if she wants to keep the beef jerky and some candy bars, or if I should take them.

5/1/14

Last night, bed 11:15 - 6:20am

DR1

I'm in my highrise apartment. Neighbors TV is loud, but I don't want to close the window, because it's hot inside and nice cool breeze is coming in. I walk out on the balcony, and 3 balconies from 3 directions are kinda facing each other, just few feet away. 3 neghbors are out, and we start talking. How we used to be poor, but now we are not and THEY are telling US to turn that friggin TV down. I repeat what neighbor said in hope he will realize it' shis tv that was loud.

DR2

I'm at my friends apartment. We wan the lottery. I'm telling her, that nnobody knows, they only know we have won 10 000, so she shouldn't be telling them othervise.

4/30/14

Last night bed 10pm - 4:50am

DR 2:50
1. I'm loading supplies for a day

2. Watching myself on a video. I'm maybe 10 years old on the video and I'm playing outside. Running down the dirt hill, into the canal dug in the dirt. (We had places like this in my childhood next to my house and we used to love playing there). I'm wearing red shirt and as I run to the bottom, I fall and hit the side of the canal. I pick myself up and I'm OK.

3. I'm around my childhood house. Somebody is there and we are talking about neighbors yard and his 2 trees that look like some famous people, pres. carter and some actor. The grass is lush, 1 foot tall, full of blooming wildflowers, all waving in the wind. It's beautiful. I tell somebody we used to play there.

Young woman walks by, we say hi, and I'm told that's pres. carter's daughter. She tells us a fake name, as to stay anonymouse.

4. 4:50am
I'm at the swimming pool. Lots of very tall slides. Apparently there is an order in which you should go down and complete them all. When I come to the end, there is a girl and we talk. She says something about her being the fastest, and I'm not sure why, because it's not my nature, I challenge her to a competition.

So I go to the first slide, then next. There is an attendant and I'm asking her which way to continue, if this is the right way, and she says yes, just go on. So I finish and now I'm standing in the line to the booth. The give the the guy in front of me piece of paper with some numbers. The give the same to me and they tell me to write down 12:13. That;s my time and apparently it's the record time, best finish time by far. Then I hear that some girl was bumped from the cover of the magazine she was suppose to be featured, and not it's gonna be me, because of the record. My friends are laughing, that now they gotta make me look all purty.

4/29/13

Last night, bed at 10pm.

DR 12:30am
I'm showing someone "I hope this is how yo put product out correctly

4:23
Making winter version of chocolate easter bunnies called "winter bunny".

April 25, 2014

Last night bed 8am - 4:40am

Yesterday I took 100mg of Bcomplex around 3pm.

Miserable night. Kept waking up every hour or so. I probably miss being more active on my work days (yesterday and before I was off). Also some other crap.


DR1 12am

Once again, my dream mimics my daytime emotions. Fuck this.

I'm at home, we have family visiting us. I get up, squeeze by them and walk away. Everybody is looking at me like wtf? Why is she leaving. I don't like leaving like that, but I guess I have had enough.

DR 2

Very very uncomfortable dream. My own parents don't trust me. My dad catches up with me somewhere on the sidewalk where I'm sitting, curled up in a ball, bare feet dirty, a mess. He is acusing me of being homeless and why don't I get help from them or something. I yell at him I have a job and place to live.

Last dreams of the night never had a chance. Thoughts of my day flood my mind the moment I wake up and override any remnants of a dream.