non-lucid

It was a great one. Damn memory

What a great one this was. I remember an extreme level of detail and it's Sunday morning so lets try to get it all in.

It began in a strange moment, as I found myself having just gotten off of a greyhound. Here we were, a great big group of people, some I knew but most I didn't, all moving into a giant, massive version of the T House together. It had the same basic layout, but each room was the size of the entire actual building and allowed everyone their own giant living space, not just a bedroom.

I started grabbing my bags from the bus and saw that there were a lot of beautiful girls getting off. If I was a perfect lucid dreamer I would have reality checked here, but instead, I gawked. I realized that they were famous, it was a group of girls and a guy that were a pop band. Suddenly it hit me that everyone here was famous. It was like the hotel in Youth.

As I was going in, one of the girls started talking to me and we had a really fun conversation, not really about anything just lots of witty banter and gauging what the other was like. I made strong eye contact throughout the conversation but did not reality check. My RCs have failed me so far.

I get in my room and unpack, then hop on the computer. I'm doing emails and stuff when I hear a noise outside. I look out the window and see a massive war between big piloted ships and mechs outside. The battle seems to be man vs alien, and a buddy of mine is heading the human effort. I run out there and he points me to a downed human craft. It is massive, with huge plasma cannons on the front but the cockpit is just open to the air and dead between the guns. All the ships are like this, they have only a single crew piloting them and that person is not protected by glass or anything. I fight in the ship, taking down some enemies before mine is destroyed. I immediately hop out and go at an alien, jumping past his guns and beating him up to take the cockpit. I fight once again.

The fight ends and they are driven off, and I return to my room. I am on the computer again when I hear a knock at my door. There's a group of women, some of the pop stars and some older women. They're looking for my friend the battalion commander and they have the wrong place. We make some jokes and then they head down the hall. I walk out and see that on the rooftop is another massive room, and the guy staying there is one of the richest and most important men on earth. I know he knows the commander so I go talk to him, hoping to make some connections. He talks to me for a bit but knows why I'm there and points out how young and inexperienced I am. I tell a joke and he laughs a bunch, then gets a phone call or something. I head out of his room and see the commanders. I go to talk to him but in there I see all the women on his bed with him. They're clothed just talking, and I chill for a short moment, before putting on a Kanye song on my phone for them. I swear to god the song doesn't exist but my mind just knows his voice, and created an amazing track that was somewhere between "real friends" and "heard them say". Such a relaxing tune.

The ladies started kissing the guy, and I was really weirded out being there so I leaped from the balcony and drifted down toward the dock. This is my favourite part of the dream.


The pier was gone, now there was just the tiny wood dock at the end of it, now attached to the bottom of the stairs. As I stood on the dock, looking out at the water, I became extremely present. This is a new habit of mine derived from meditation. If I find myself alone with a beautiful view I often take a deep breathe and drink it in. However, before my thoughts turned to reality checking, I became engrossed by the water. I slowly walked toward the edge of the dock, staring down. I leaped high in the air, and though to myself, "I always fuck up dives. Let's do a perfect dive right now." My body spun, head straight down. I plunged into the water. The moment I entered it I was once again horizontal, belly flopping without the pain. I slammed into the bottom of the lake. My eyes were closed, and the dream for a moment was nothing but the feeling of water, weightlessness, and the sandy lake bed.

I've always been sure that my dreams have to have visuals. This one single moment has undone that belief. It was the exact feeling I've had so many times up at summer camp, that moment right after you jump in, eyes closed and feel how different the universe has become in the split second.

I tried to swim up. I did my best, but I found myself unable to swim. was I drowning? maybe. who was I to know? I was thrashing calmly, floating up at a snail's pace. I could reach up and feel the surface but ascending the last foot seemed impossible. I just forgot about it and enjoyed the water. I found myself at the surface. Looking down, the water was only 4 feet deep, so I just put my feet down. At the bottom of the lake, in a beam of sun, was my brand new Beachman. It was resting perfectly, as if for a picture. I remembered that it was not waterproof, but this seemed to be a new version, with metal body and wood accents. I grabbed it from the floor and brought it in close, finding it to be damp inside. The word "Beachman" had mostly come off, and the letters were floating around in there. For some reason, I could see that the holes punched in the wood were originally made to put in a swastika and not letters. I was so furious, and began visualizing my conversation with Lucy about why the fuck this had been, and how we would need a new supplier.

When I looked up, the girl from the bus was there. She did not want to be in the commander's menagerie and had done it to make me jealous. She came to see me here, but suddenly there was a neighboring family in the water. We had to talk to them for a while, and when they left the sun was setting. She lay down on the dock and I was in the water. We talked and talked, and I started falling for this girl. The sunset on the lake was the perfect shades of red, orange. Casting what felt like the light of a warm fire on her face, catching her hair in the wind. Beautiful. The mind is a huge cheater, always knowing what you want. She looked exactly like that girl who kissed me in the bar.

I went to return to the T house with her, but when we got there everyone was leaving. The aliens were going to win the next battle, so we had to take an elevator to an interdimensional airport like in rick and Morty. There we would be able to escape to a new place with no enemies. There was an entrance to the terminal through an elevator in the house, so we all began going through. Suddenly Stu and Evan Ccole were here, and they said we had to defend the elevator from alien presence as they would try strange tactics to get past us.

At first, they were sending strange inanimate objects through in absurd quantities. The elevator doors would open, and 200 orange balloons with Shibes on them would roll out and slowly roll toward the security checkpoint and the people waiting in line. I think the aliens had only recently made contact with our homeworld here and had no idea what the meaning and pattern of our objects were, so they made huge sweeping guesses.

Evan cole and I had to stand in the hallway and smash every balloon. That came through. The next elevator was full of fake companion cubes. We smashed them as they came. Then, the tricks began. The aliens sent in real people they had captured, and mixed in were fake humans, poor imitations that were incapable of self-defence. The first ones were just full of gas and would pop when struck, but they became more solid with each wave. Eventually, they looked almost like us, but they were clearly never going to escape uncanny valley. They aliens had reached their peak of imitation. The fake ones were full of a fleshy pulp, lacking bones or organs and would fall easily as we smashed them with fists. I took a moment to catch my breath, and Kanye West himself was in line. I've had Drake appear before, but now it was the presence of this guy himself. I explained to Kanye what was happening. "come check this out man, it's worth seeing". He comes back down the line with me reluctantly, thinking I'm some crazy fan trying to convince him to something, but then I walk up to an old lady, at least 90 years old, and say "hello Delores!" grabbed her by the scruff of her collar and punched the shit out of her goddamn alien mouth. Her head exploded and the room erupted in laughter. So gruesome but so hilariously strange and righteous in its service to the human race.

I saw Kanye laughing and then I woke up.

Swear to god I spent half the dream giving advice to people. The first was an Iranian man. I was at a Delta hotel after coming up into the lobby from underneath. The manager of the place was this guy, who was a failed actor. We walked up to a scenic cliff and talked about what it means to act and how to become great, and I talked about deliberate practice. He then tried to seduce me, but a combat helicopter flew up from below the cliff in time for me to get away. I went back to where the hotel was, and outside I found hundreds of girls, all actors as well. They all wanted my advice. I didn't know what to say as I'm not an actor, but they were all trying to get my shirt off so I just kept making stuff up. Suddenly an attack fell on the city, a kryptonite nuke detonated 300 miles away on a mountaintop and superman had to fly head first directly into the blast. There was a long cinematic cutscene where the camera would just keep following him and cutting to different viewpoints of this epic sacrifice.

I will have a lucid dream tonight.

I did not. It was instead full of fantastical videogame worlds and a re-visistation of my highschool. Not the most unique by my standards.

I know now that my sensibilities when it comes to spending money are very poor in dreams. I was on a windy peninsula with a group of other people. We were mostly hanging out when a kiwi guy mentioned that he had two extra pairs of hand wings he'd sell me to help my flying improve. I was extremely hyped and paid the man $300. The first wings were two cloths that I wrapped around my hands and admittedly they helped a lot. The second 'wings' were literally just a pair of gloves.

The fuck. I took back the deal and flew around a great deal.

This has got to be my most stereotypical dream in a while. The beginning of this thing was lost in obscurity, so I'll slip ahead to the first moment that is absolutely concrete. I was with a group of girls, and two of them were these absolutely beautiful blondes. They both looked so unique, so far from the traditional blonde bombshell and it was driving me mad. One of them was so close to Lucy Mink, the other probably a girl I saw in passing, maybe years ago sat next to me on the subway.

I was across from Lucy on the stairwell of a bohemian building downtown. Cast upon her face was the most beautiful lighting, a stark divide down the leading lines of her nose composed of red and ultramarine, two sides fighting to display a different aspect of her fierce beauty. I was mesmerized, and even in my staring at her, my habitual intense eye contact I now make with beautiful girls in an attempt to trigger the reality check, I did no such thing. She suddenly motioned to leave, so I switched my attention to the other girl. Equally gorgeous, yet not a similarity beyond the color of her hair.

The girls said they were going to the museum, and I said I would meet them there. I knew that I would be transporting myself. Right in front of them I sprinted, felt the wind on my face, and leapt. I was flying much faster than I usually do in my dreams. Absolutely ripping it about a meter off the ground, swerving corners so hard I would hit trees, but just bounce off and keep going. I made it to the museum in minutes. There I flew through the loading doors and found myself in a massive labyrinth of hallways, flying through them at top speeds. I knew that there would be a destination for me so I continued flying through the unknown, taking lefts and rights and going up and down holes in the floor and ceiling. I found the place I was seeking and the girls were there. The said they were going to the basement to check out something that was going on in the museum. They were going down a stairwell, and I knew that the very basement floor held a secret they were not ready for. I rushed past them to the bottom and found my friend Nico there with another buddy.

We were at the bottom of a fire escape. In front of me a a brick wall. To the left and right stretch low tunnels, far off and around the corner miles away. They are dimly lit, but there are iron bars blocking access to each. On the left, the bars have been breached. This is no accident. They say there have been reports of things down here, but they don't see any signs. Looking off too the right, far down the tunnel I see a small pale boy walking toward us. He has black rings around his eyes, and I know him to be a mummy. Squeezing his face through the bars, I begin to assault this child demon. His face contorts from the blows. He squeezes his entire body through the bars and we pulverize him. Suddenly a red raptor shoves his head thorugh the bars, too big to fit and gnashing at me. I smash up his face as well and another dies. To my left and look to see what I had feared. Raptors approching from the distant end of the hole, and the bars are gone. I look to my partners for help and they have abandoned me in resentment of some past wrongdoing. I pull out the aluminum bat that leans on my desk and took some slow, dream-molasses swings. They are barely enough to keep myself from death.

I wake up after this betrayal.

Jay-Z has come to town, and it's a big fucking deal. He's sold out this massive stadium in the park, and there are like 400,000 people waiting in line. At the rear of the stadium is the hood entrance, a spot where all the local gangsters line up and are let in based on how hard they are, and how good at fighting. There are some weird dudes in line that must be superheroes ar something cause one is in a big moth costume and the other guy is filthy frank. I was in the gangster line, and was with the moth guy, right when they were about to stop calling names. I got to the front of the line, and they called the guy directly behind me. Fuck that noise. I start leaving and they're done calling, when they suddenly say my name. I've been called on as security, to defend the one entrance to the building from all of these hoodlums. I stand in the door and everyone asks me if I'm cheesed for not getting picked, but I say that 'I was picked to protect Jay-Z from all you boys' abd I had the highest honor. I left on a motorcycle given to me for this role. I was hanging out with some random girl and talking to her about how much I've lost my memory (which was because I was in a dream, dammit) and then realized I was late for the end of the concert where I had to go give the bike back and meet Jay-Z to get my thanks. I spent like 10 minutes trying on different clothes so I would look like a neon gangster but I was too late so I just left.

I could have been all powerful, but my interest was running pretty low. I chose to be a mage out of the 5 available classes, not to mention the paths each lass had, and this choice was good. I was respected, and for some reason I had the ability to steal cars, which I did often. Sometimes cops were after me, sometimes they were with me. At one point Heeney was my girlfriend, another she'd been dead for years. Strangeness.

I was in a penthouse, and I had long and sensuous sex with Chris' mom.

That was basically it. Hahahahaha.

This is a nightmare that is really just an extremely complex dream. It all began at Tommy's house. We were hanging out in his kitchen when Tracy said to come check something out that they wanted me to see. Next to the breadbox was a picture of a little kid in a frame.

Tracy walked up to it and said, "Hey, how are you doing today?"
It responded. Not with clear words at first, but with the slightest mumbling, as if the noise came not from a speaker built into the frame but from the child himself, weak due to his tiny size and having to speak through the glass. We took the picture out of the frame and he started talking, his body animated like a Harry Potter painting. The photo was clearly not printed on paper but was in some old 90s media card. Tracy took the media card from the frame and inserted it into a 90s black PDA. It had a camera and an LCD screen and the kid popped up on that. It was not a normal program however, it made no sense. Sometimes it looked like me as a kid, sometimes it would be someone else.

Later on my momand I were talking to him when suddenly the image changed. The child was now a baby. The baby was walking with a cane in a church, extremely slowly. The church was full of old people, and there was something extremely off about them. Suddenly as the boy walked up to a new pew there was a man with his organs spilling out, and the people in the church all looked up right at us and stared. My mom burned the thing immediately. We feared for a long time if we had released this kid into the world not to haunt us, but slowly Tom and I debunked it and figured out the technology behind it. By the end it was no longer a nightmare, but a study in self treachery.

This dream was really something else.

It all begins at a house party. I've come with my friend Wil, but in the middle of the thing we got split off. I met these other dudes who were having a great time partying and I did something that gained me serious respect from them, what it is I cannot recall. At the party I met these two girls. The were clearly Nesbitt and Madison, but they acted like strangers. I realized that I was in some school of sorts, for mechanical engineering or the like. I went to a class in a shack on the hill, and all the dudes from the party were there. I was with Nesbitt and wanted to keep hitting on her so we sat together, and my new friend from the party, who was like Wil combined with a rednek bro, he sat at the table next to us. We started signalling that we just wanted to party, so I began figuring out how to drink in there instead of payaing attention to the lesson. Eventually the teacher left and we went into the city down the hill and got a bunch of beer, then went back up to the cabin. We started drinking and singing and being fools.

Skip forward several days and we've become regulars at this. The ditch next to the cabin is littered with beer cans and the like and the girls always come with us. One night I go up there alone, and I find a godlike figure training his powers for some reason. This distracts me and I miss out on meeting up with the kids. I returned the next night and nobody was there. I went into the cabin and became extremely present, really analyzing the place. Small room with a sink, candle or gas lamps for lighting. There was a little staircase/ladder that lead up, and at the top there was just a tiny sleeping bag and a bedside table. I wondered how many kids had snuck off to this place and made love right there.

As I descended the mountain I realized how much I missed my friends. I saw Madison walking along the bottom of the hill, and I wanted to call out to her but it didn't feel right. I let her

The last night. I'm wandering the city alone, when I hear a distressed voice. Madison is with her girlfriends who are all dressed up. She's in a black dress with Mascara running down her cheeks, and is expressing sadness over a boy who left her. "Why did he do that? Am I too ugly? I thought he liked me."
I walked right up to her, locking eyes as I did so and kissed her. Everything melted away and this moment stretched on for a long time, seemingly in all different places as if a montage of the next few months of our love.

I'm in the cabin again. I'm with Nesbitt and the guys, and I realize the lesson is the same. Everything is the same. I understand that there is nothing else but this cabin and this hill and this town. This is not reality. I try to stand on my desk, defying the laws of this space. I'm met with a celing, soft and make of the literal fabric of spacetime.

I get angry. I get real mad. I tell Lily I'm done living in this universe. I grab a handful of the stuff in each hand, and arms raised above my head I just start ripping. Layer after layer after layer, they could go on forever but so can I. My head slowly moves up more and more, no longer hunched over but nearly fully standing up on the desk as the layers rip away. I can hear birds, something I realize do not exist here on this hill. I can see a faint shade of blue trickling through the material.

In one final tear and raging push with my head, I break through. I broke through. It's beautiful. The sky is a wildly vivid shade of blue, the trees impossibly green. Birds fly, children laugh and smells of the city are wafting by. This is reality. I walk down the road to a corner store and look at the TV in the display. It's an ad for some snack food, and it's the first thing I've seen that wasn't about that damn closed in universe. My eyes gaze past it, glancing up from my current position, and suddenly I see it. A wave of nervous and curious energy crashes over me. There, down the long road I'm on is the hill. It's different now, lined with bushes and with a paved path going up, and the cabin is in better repair. I go up.

In the cabin I find friends from previous dreams. Patrick Stewart is there, getting a tattoo on his body from R2D2, who is programming a set of computer chips in the Patriks shoulder with conductive ink so he may be smarter. The men up here give me lectures on the past, and reality, and tattoos, and then all of a sudden I am gone.

I'm in my bed sleeping, but I'm very tired of this dream. I want it to end, so I think that i'll just go set my alarm off manually and wake up.
My alarm goes off and I wake up. 10:00.


Weird.

Pretty simple dream. I was at a restaurant with some friends of mine when Drake showed up. He was just hanging at first but then DK Khaled came and they started bumping tracks, eventually making some new ones from scratch with a record player. We were all dancing on the tables and chilling, but then for some damn reason I left, and when I got outside I realized that there were hundreds of people waiting outside to see him. I wanted to go back in and freestyle with him but I knew that wasn't happening so I just went away. Eventually, I ended up with his sister in a basement, being hunted by a classic bedsheet girl. I actually just lay down and closed my eyes and allowed it to attack her on top of me but by releasing the fear of it there it disappeared. We went around a corner and there was a short staircase into a comfy looking kitchen and it was daytime, a light was coming in through the windows. I knew that a new boogyman wouldn't scare me at all so I said to her her "The house is reading our mind, it will figure out the only way to scare us in these last few seconds before we get out the door." I turned around to her and she was fully possessed, face contorting and then she bolted at me. I woke up.

Touché, brain.

Pretty simple dream. I was at a restaurant with some friends of mine when Drake showed up. He was just hanging at first but then DK Khaled came and they started bumping tracks, eventually making some new ones from scratch with a record player. We were all dancing on the tables and chilling, but then for some damn reason I left, and when I got outside I realized that there were hundreds of people waiting outside to see him. I wanted to go back in and freestyle with him but I knew that wasn't happening so I just went away. Eventually, I ended up with his sister in a basement, being hunted by a classic bedsheet girl. I actually just lay down and closed my eyes and allowed it to attack her on top of me but by releasing the fear of it there it disappeared. We went around a corner and there was a short staircase into a comfy looking kitchen and it was daytime, a light was coming in through the windows. I knew that a new boogyman wouldn't scare me at all so I said to her her "The house is reading our mind, it will figure out the only way to scare us in these last few seconds before we get out the door." I turned around to her and she was fully possessed, face contorting and then she bolted at me. I woke up.

Touché, brain.

My dream was long and varied, but the one thing I'd love to talk about was a videogame that I created last night. The game was an RTS that was based entirely around drawing lines into the ground. The game starts just like any RTS with a home area with some resources, and the first thing you do is trance a line around an area of resources that will immediately sprout castle walls once you complete the line to itself. An auto algorithm puts the front door, parapets and windows in, and makes a cool castle based on your shape. Then the building spawns workers that work the resource inside. If you trace lines around the castle, it makes walls. Soon after doing this there are enough resources to start buying units. They will emerge from the first castle (you can keep making them) and there are many classes of them. You control them by right clicking instead of left clicking, which draws lines of command instead of building. The lines control their paths and behavior and are very subtle yet complex.

Then you fight the other guy.

The beginnings of this dream are quite simple. I was at the T house and many of my friends were there. Kira from grade 8 and Justin May but showed up, what a strange group it was. After hanging for a while the season changed to winter, so we all started skiing. I am at the front of the group ripping it down Holimont. This is one of the most vivid dreams I've ever had. Justin May is bragging about how good a a skiier he is and how these are not the alps. I can feel that my skiis need a waxing, and the hills are properly contoured causing me to have an uneven ride. I see some kids doing pizza skis down the hill and wipe out while watching them. My friends all rip on me for falling and continue on. I fall again later and lose them, so I just have fun on my own on the hill. This is the first time in my life I've skied without the boots hurting my feet, and I didn't even become lucid enough to enjoy it. At the bottom of the hill I was with Aidan and some guy I don't know and we tried to fit on a chairlift that was way too small for two to sit even though it had three seats. I sat in the chair behind and we headed up.

Suddenly I'm driving the Steam Machine. I arrive at a small cafe and get out to read a book. The book is the Millionaire Fastlane, but it is printed in a Malcolm Gladwell book cover. I am reading it in peace on this little patio in the rain, when suddenly Tai Lopez is there. This is now the strongest detail I can recall since the dream I had about the skatepark. People are coming up to Tai every 2 minutes and asking him about advice, telling him how much they love him. I just sit there and read my book, knowing there's no point in talking to him as he'll just give a default answer or a 'thank you'. Some rich kid comes up and puts his arms all over my chair to look casual and starts talking to Tai about being rich and having nice clothes. Tai is courteous but doesn't give a shit, and then everyone leaves. I'm enjoying the rain, the pitter patter, and the book which I cannot read but can derive meaning from.

"That's a great book."

I look up and Tai is still chilling. I smile and say it surely is. I say how much I love the title, it's so smart to call it something like that and he laughs. We have some more little smalltalk before he asks me if I have any questions for him. I say not really, he speaks quite a lot and now is the time to relax. After that though I do ask him how he manages sleep. I say that he must only get 5 hours, and he says that you simply manage, once you're in it you're in it and you won't die. Try to grab naps if you can and if you can't just work anyway. Now he can get as much sleep as he wants every day, because of that small sacrifice in the beginning.

We chatted about some more things, and then at the end of the day we both got on a bus into the city. I realized after a few blocks that I left the Steam Machine at the cafe, and had to get off. I walked off into the rain alone, reflecting on my time with Tai. Somewhere lost in the grey fog of the afternoon showers I refound my consciousness.