non-lucid

Bed at 9pm last night - 3:40am

I watched the end of Hunger games again last night. Day ago I had a dream with element from that movie and I was hopong for another one. And I did!

I'm in a class, doing some tests. Lot's of papers in front of me. But someone interrupts and he takes us for some other more important activity.

I'm standing by a wall with some others and a teacher or a coach. I reach up and I can reach quite high. Surprised by this, I reach even higher and I can reach and higher again. (I was surprised and kinda wondering, how come). Almost touching the ceiling now. The coach was impressed so I tell him "I stretch". And he want's me to practice and then participate in some sporting event, because now I'm telling him I am good at archery and running too. I think it's gonna be a decathlon 0_0

He hands me a bow and arrow set. It's all black. (I remember admiring the arrows in Hunger games yesterday. All black with a narow silver band by the feathers).

Last night bed at 9pm - 4:20am

Remembered an awesome dream when I woke up.

DR:
The details are kinda foggy by now, but I was on the run. Captured by some people. I come to, realized I was passed out and wondering what drug they gave me. I look down and there is shed skin of one or two small rattlesnakes. I realize they had them bite me in the shoulder to poison me.

Then I was on a run again.

Dreams like this are never scary, I always know it's just a game, or at least it is to me. I know I am safe, I will win and that allows me to have fun and enjoy whatever happens to me.

I was super tired yesterday, so went to bed at 8 pm - 3:20 am

DR at 11:37pm

I'm outside, but in the city. Standing with few people, when I hear a couple of sonic booms. We look up and an astronaut is sitting on a ejection-like seat, being shot up in the air. His uniform is silver or white. I understand, that he goes up maybe half way, where he will enter some kind of a vehicle and continue with that.

Couple of small, maybe 3-4 feet in diameter parachutes float down. I touch one of the canopes, that is has colored vedges on it, like a classic umbrella would. I touch it and I feel so happy, because this is such a special opportunity. Parachutes brought down small silever metallic cylinder with information. Me and some others take the parachutes and walk into a nearby building to turn them in to space scientists. (I watched Hunger Games just before bed and a very similar parachute took supplies to the players.)

I'm holding a large USB key and we are joking, that if I put that into the capsule, it would override one mission with some older mission.

Feeling from the whole dream is happiness and lighthearted joking, and something special happening.

Getting into some kind of a dorm. Few rooms with many beds of all different sizes. We walk in and pick our beds. I take my time picking, because I don't want it in the middle or too close to other beds. By the time I decide, the good ones are taken. So I put sheets on some that is left and go look in another room. I come back and my bed was switched for a small bed.

I start talking to a girl that tells me right off the bat that she is gay. I'm like why would you tell me, it's not important to me. She replied that it would come out anyway, so it's better this way. Her friend joins her and they both offer me a bed near them, which is pretty good location. But I'm leery. I ask them if I project gay vibes and the first girl says hesitantly "maybe a bit" or something neither confirming nor denying.

I think I'm starting to question things after last few dreams and that was reflected in this dream.

DR2:
We are walking outside around some large california houses/mansions. Some are actor's houses. They are terracotta colors, wrought iron, water fountains...

Had 2 awesome dreams. LOVE YOU my most awesome subC!

Dream day before yesterday:

Before 2:26 am. Bed around 8-9 pm.

I am in a highrise building, in someones apartment. 2 kids are laying down at the window. Bottom part of the window is the type when you pull on the handles in upper corners with both hands, the top of the window tilts inward.

Nothing is happening until I think that it could be dangerous. That's when the girl kinda partially rolls out the window. Another female in the room rushes to her and as she slides down on the floor to her, she body slams her and pushes her even more out. Now I'm holding the girl only by her hair when her hands lose grip on the window edge and I watch her fall for what seems like 100 stories to the ground.

Normally I get a gut wrenching feeling when someone or I get too close to the window and I think they may fall. But this time I felt bed, but not overwhelmingly. I had the feeling that this is more of a "letting go of a bad idea, or a current situation" rather than someone being in danger.

Dream remembered at 2:26 am
I am slowly walking with the crowds through some attraction park, like a brewery. We get to a point with signs pointing to being an audience in a Talk Show in the left and right for the tour. I walk to the right.

Someone ahead of me is shooting people. We all start to rush in another direction. Cops are blocking our way, questioning if the shooting we report is for real. I turn different way and I'm making my way through other people in this corridor that's outside, with concrete walls on two sides. I come to a narrow doorway. I see another shooter pointing his shotgun at me. I yell "shooter"and I lay down by the left wall, trying to cover myself out of the view.

But another guy holding the torch walk slowly towards me and lights my shirt on fire. I play dead hoping he leaves before I get seriously hurt. But he moves the torch to my head and lights my hair on fire. I start to feel the pain. When he moves the torch to my torso again, I grab his stick and his arm and I beat him to the ground.

People around me get upset that I beat him. But after I wake up I'm feeling great for protecting myself and not letting this a-hole hurt me. I know my subC is awesome and it had helped me out of the pickle many times in non-lucids and lucids alike. And this time was no different. Thank you!!!

Dream last night. Divergent, slave, spoil of war.

I'm in a tall house, looking out the windows. We are under attack by some mysterious creatures. When we get outside, they attack us. They look like guinea pigs : ) We pick them up, they roll up and we roll them away from us. So adorable.

Same large group of us is now walking away. A woman comes to me and whispers in my ear, that she is taking me as her bed mate and companion. I'm shocked but go along with it, thinking how is this even a thing? But I had a feeling from the beginning that I belong to someone or some group, like in Divergent. (finally a Divergent inspired dream. Somehow that movie really really made an impression on me and I'm fascinated by it)

We are walking towards their place of hiding. Among some ruins, we have to cross a sinking floor. So we are filling it with rocks and spreading some sheets on the ground to make it stop from sinking like quick sand.

As we first entered the complex, everybody was cautious and quiet. Something was coming but I didn't know what. They told me monkeys will attack us if we don't stay calm. Everybody got a piece of fried chicken to calm the monkeys down with it. I take a bit out of mine and I tell a monkey that's starting to look at me menacingly to "stop". And it does. I feel powerful. But as a slave or captured person. This woman comes to me and again whispers to me that I am hers for a bed and for life.

Walking through some old stone steps, old walls and doors. Come to a row of doors, ours is #28. I read the numbers but they stop at #26. Not sure where to go.

Then we go to mingle with others, like a party after some action. Matt Damon walks in and everybody knows him He is part of our group. I think I remember using my phone camera.

Day before yesterday.

Very detailed and aware dream.

I'm in another country. But then I realize it's not another country, just a place I used to go to visit my gramma, and they speak another language there more than the official lang. of the state.

I followed my boss from my WL client company to his house for some paperwork or discussion. Something about a missing paragraph. We walk through his house and I see everything in such a clear detail. This whole dream is very clear, detailed, logical. Not foggy at all.

I left my bicycle in his yard and when I remember that, I return. Looking at the house I can't remember which door leads to his place. I look at several doors then I knock on one and they let me in, it was the right one.

But I don't take the bike afterall. I remember now that I only know half of the way home from this small town to my town. I can't remember the names of some other cities I need to go through. (This happens fairly frequently. Me trying to get back home from this place on a bicycle, only realizing that I don't remember the exact way. When IWL I do and I made that trip many times.)

I walk out and start looking for a cab to take me to the bus station. I ask 2 people where the bus to my town goes from (and I tell them the correct WL name). They don't know. Then I help a young mom with something she carries so she can take her stroller down the stairs and she tells me where my bus #16 goes from and at what time. I get to the station, #16 just pulls up, I jump on and driver confirms he is going to my town. I pull out a $500 bill, then $100 and I realize it was still too much.

I spoke through the whole dream my other language they speak at my grammas place. Mixed with some of my first language and some english I think.


Dream last night:
We are in some old, industial type building with lots of glass and metal. Looking or more scavenging for usefull items. Screwdrivers, paintbrushes, all kinds of tools and stuff. I think we are post war or something like that.

Somebody tries to attack us and I sling my machine gun from my shoulder, aim at him but it doesn't fire. I'm thinking it's out of ammo so I look closer and squeeze the trigger while I'm aiming at the ceiling. It fires a powerful, fast, metal round. It makes a hole in it.
(This is first time that my rifle actually shoots real ammo that's metal and heavy and it does damage.)

Outside in a huge, hangar type room, aliens are coming. A small blob of alien lifeform that I feel is dangerous and sinister shows up near by. I try to shoot it and stomp on it.

We have to get away from there. Someone wants to go to top floor and escape from there. I say that is the bank floor, heavily armed, shatter proof windows and such. To prove my point, a missile is heading our way, hits the window but nothing happens. Window holds. So we decide to leave another way.

Afternoon nap.

I'm in a narrow room, looking towards the open door. Second wing of the door has glass in it and is closed. Through that glass I see a guy crab-walk towards the door, aiming a rifle at the door.

He comes in, aiming the rifle at me now. I say that I hope wh would not shoot an unarmed person. He says to his shoulder mounted radio "did you get him"? I know he is talking about my cat and that they got him. I walk up to him and said "If you as much as touch him, I will kill you." I started to wake up, but I still had time to play a scenario where I stepped to him, yanked the rifle from him and rifle butted him in a chin with an uppercut. There.

This was 2 days ago.

I'm walking on a street doing something, and orange kitten starts to form on the ground. I look at it and say "I thought we said no more cats in my dreams".

Haha, this is amazing! I did decide that I don't want cats in my dreams a while ago, because I always feel sorry for them or I'm worried that they get lost or hurt or hungry or something. I really don't like those dreams.

So for my decision to come out like this in my non lucid is just amazing. Makes me believe that intent indeed is extremely powerful tool and all we have to do is use it and know that it works.

Thank you, pardner : ) Please come again!

Last night bed 8am - 4am

Such a miserable sleep last 2 nights. We have a bunch of new neighbors with kids and lack of boundaries and sense of "maybe not all neghbors want to hear me sing, whistle, listen to TV, talk on my phone, talk outside her window, dribble a basketball, run around the complex screaming, slamming the front doors repeatedly..." Next time I'm moving, it's gonna be to a retirement community.

Oh yeah, I JUST fell asleep when super loud song started playing. I woke up startled for a moment thinking I'm having a nightmare and posessed radio turned on in my room. It took me few seconds to realize it's from outside but by then I was heartattacking hard. fuuuuuu

I miss the times when the loudest thing was a neighbor spitting lugies outside my window : (

Not surprised I had a weird dream.

DR 1 am:

Someone's newborn is in my apartment. Then his mom takes him with her when she leaves. I'm outside on the sidewalk cleaning up when I get a hunch and decide to look in a trash bag. At first I don't see it, but another woman says "there he is". Now I see the newborn discarded by mom. He has blue patches all over him from being cold. I feel so bad for him, I pick him up and hold him so gently in my arms trying to get him warm. I tell the other person to get some blankets on him and she starts covering him up with bunch of tiny t-shirts.

I go to neighboring school to report this and I find 2 undercover cops. I tell them about the baby and go back home to wait for them. But they don't come.

Last night, bed 9pm - 3:20am

I surfed the TV just before bed and stopped on a show called Doomsday. I had a bunch of "end of the world" dreams before and wanted another intense dreams like that. This is what I thought about while watching ICBMs streaking through the skies.

DR:
I just got to some beach. I'm walking to the sand and at the edge of it there is a pile of white socks. I laugh, knowing that all those people took their socks off to go on a sand and never got them later. I take mine off too, but I put them in my bag. I get to a building and walk inside. I walk around up and down the stairs and pick up two magazines to read later.

People start running around and I hear from someone, that Cesar (forgot the name) was assasinated. I think of the same reason that began WW1 and I know the war is about to start. I pull out my phone, throw the magazines to the floor and I need to call my mom to kinda say goodbye.

Last night bed 8:20pm - 3:25am

DR1:
I am with a family I used to know in LB. Walking down a sunny, dusty street, like in a new housing development area. She is saying that 500 is missing from her money and they kinda know that new housekeeper did it. She asks me about it too and she knows I'm telling the truth when I honetstly tell her that it would never be me.

Walking home, same area, through some dusty hills. A town fair is going to be opening tonight and they ar setting up the booths. We get into some dining hall. I pour honey into my tea cup then tea from a glass pitcher and watch the honey melt. The owner of the place and the fair comes in, we recognize him as a guy whom we passed on the way here and he gives us some survey papers, wanting us to fill them out. I know I'm not gonna.

Still same setting, same people.
One of the kids leaves friends house without telling us while we are all there. When we find him, he is in trouble and I'm telling him now I'm not taking him to the fair. He gets mad and tells on me.

DR2:

crosscountry running race, table with green tub w water, around - no through - butt wet, guy asks something, I push his hand he runs after, grabbs by throat, my fingers in his eyes, he is not letting go, blood in mouth, rinsing, ice

I'm in a cross-country running race. Running on a dirt path, small hills, seems like same setting as previous dream. There is a desk with green tub with water in it. I'm trying to squeeze by it, then I ask the official standing there if that's the way to go. She says, no, we have to go through the tub. So I climb up and she says we need to get our butts wet. So we do and keep running.

I think I'm second in place, running on a flat dusty path at the edge of a town. There are spectators and other people just walking around. On of them approaches me and with outstretched arm holding something asks me something. I push his hand away without slowing down. I'm sure he will know I'm in a race and can't stop.

I feel him running behind me, catching up, grabbing me by my throat. I try to think which fingers you are suppose to use when you pushing your fingers in someones eyes in self defence. He is still holding me from behind so it's hard to do, but I do jam my fingers in his eyes. I put them in pretty good. He is not letting go. I realize I should push not so hard, as to give him a chance to loosen his grip and let me go. Others come and I tell them to pull his arm off of me.

I go to a sink and I'm rinsing my mouth, spitting blood. Somehow he had his fingers in my mouth and cut me. I keep spitting out pink water and it's splashing all over the near wall. I ask for some ice.

Last night bed 9pm - 3:30am

DR at 2am, just before I switched from bed to sofa

I'm waling with someone up the hill, out in the mountains. I point to the far away hill with a ski slope and tell them I just came down from there with some other people. Right now the slope is half melted, but when we were going down on it, it still had enough snow. We were not skiing, we were just returning from somewhere higher up and took the ski slope down.

There is another hill next to this one with some rocky formations and I poit them out to this other person because they are beautifully colored pink by the sun. Here I remember I saw on a recent show why is it so.

I point my iphone camera at it and I'm delighted that a snowy hill with some daisies starting to grow make a beautiful foreground for this pink mointain in the back.

We get to the top and walk by a building. We reached the destination. We were looking for some dormitory/housing for somebody I am not sure who, but space fighter pilots like in star wars cross my mind.

We are looking for a specific name of the complex so we look around when we get in the middle of it. It has massive rectangular buildings with lots of windows, all standing around a main plaza. This plaza has a huge opening in the middle through which we can see tops of the mountains below. I look for some net that would keep people from falling down, but there is non and I know it's because it would obscure the view.

I see inside a building. People in it are all dressed in some kind of black uniforms. At first I think they all have their own tiny bed sized room, but now I see cots in a huge dormitory style room. There is a guys in the middle of it peeing, so bathrooms are public.

In the middle of the building there is empty space and that's where they practice their flying. They fly without any apparatus, just like we do in lucids.

Nap today afternoon.

DR1:
My dad drank my last beer! First he asked if he can have one, and I'm like why not? Then I saw the fridge empty!

DR2:
I'm pulling some translucent "noodle" off of a guy's arm. It's unexpectedly long. First I thought it's like a piece of some fruit that spattered on him when he was peeling it. Then I look closer and I see a red vein/spine through the length of the thing and I realize it's alive. I step back coz you know, I watch horror movies, and that's when the "noodle" pulls itself out more and drops to the ground.

I get moving, trying to kill it while feeling grossed out from the thought of killing. The thing stays on the floor and everytime I go step on it, it morphs into a bumble bee/wasp kinda thing. Black and yellow, fat tummy, huge stinger pointed at me everytime I bring my foot closer. I step on it anyway and watch it's fat thorax move in waves.

There was lot more. Long corridors with tiled walls, lot;s of doors, people doing things.

Last night bed 8pm - 3:20am

DR at 2:32am

We are looking out of the windows of a 2-3 story at some single story buildings and a wall behind them. Two tornados are getting closer. We rush outside and start herding kids from a school yard away from it. Someobody runs on the ground, I'm running on tops of the buidlings. I think the tornados are gone, but as I looke behind me, they are still coming. They are rather light in color, only a few feet wide and not connected to the skies.

We stop at the end of this row of buildings, out of direct danger. As I stand in the alley between the buildings and another wall, I feel strong winds and heavy objects flying by my head. I realize I should not be standing in narrow, opened passage where there is nothing to duck behind. I realize it's a lesson and I'm about to pull out my notebook from back pocket and write down this lesson #1. I walk behind the corner of this building I was standing next to and now I'm out of the direct path of the wind.

No feeling of danger at all.

Bed early last nigh, 7:30pm - 3:25 am

Had some food again that gave me kinda bad dreams

DR:
A guys was about to atack a woman. Now she is holding his head on the table while I pick up some small blunt object like a vase and start hitting him on the head. I wonder when it will be enough to be subdued. I keep hitting and feel bad about it from the start. Maybe we should not be doing this? I can't stop and his skull is caving in and chunks of brains are flying out with every hit.

Later I come back and that woman pulls a disposable roasting pan out of the fridge. It's the brains in it and some salsa. I get mad, how can someone put brains in the fridge. Not they are rotting and the whole fridge is contaminated. But the woman says she needed the salsa to bathe the baby. Even my dream self says wtf?

DR2:
I'm cutting mangos on a table that has a glass protective wall. Kinda like in a lab where the scientist's hands are inside a glass compartment or just behind a glass wall. I'm trying something new, smearing mango like a spread, while customer is standing behind me waiting for his mangos. We both decide that smearing mangos is NOT the way to go.

Then customers want sandwitches and I'm like ok, even though I don't normally make them. So I made a few, had to go to another rooms to look for ingredients. Turns out some customers thought they are free. I show the the add saying that something is free when they buy a sandwich. They still insist. I'm like whatever, took me a long time to make it, but take it for free.

So weird.