non-lucid

I’m sitting on the end of a bed playing Pokemon on the TV across from me that’s on a black dresser - except I’m not using a remote, but my mind. I keep thinking that I need one to do certain things, but push on with my mind.

I end up being able to do things I wouldn’t otherwise, like flipping over a wall and getting ahead to a town I wouldn’t have so soon otherwise.

(I get déjà vu while thinking about that town, feeling like I had a similar dream before.)

A guy comes in to talk to a woman who’s behind me somewhere, and I get self-conscious about my state of undress and discretely either put on a shirt or pull it down over my chest. May have been wearing what I went to bed in.

Jump.

Some bulky guy is trying to help me with a problem with Jazzy, I don’t want to have to do what he’s suggesting but it may be the only way, and I just want to help her.

Jump.

I’m flying along a quaint path with forest on either side and sometimes fences. I want to fly faster and suddenly realize that I can make that happen. ‘Faster, faster!’ And I do, almost going too fast as I get close and personal with some of the fences, but I somehow manage to avoid crashing by rolling away midair and such.

Inspirations:
-Saw someone else mention Pokemon in their dreams , but I also swear I remember seeing a post about it on Tumblr that made me think of the latest games.
-Last night I had a funny conversation with mom about how dad was covering up his chest after taking his shirt off. I wasn’t wearing a bra under my shirt and it got me thinking about male vs female top nudity.
-I wish the flying part was more clear in my memory ugh it looks like so much fun. I usually get lucid and then take off flying.

2. BL manga style dream.

Spoiler for Sexuality:

Two guys who are a couple are making out, and the slightly taller one didn’t mean to take it so far (the other guy had somewhere to be soon) but next thing, he’s preparing him for sex. But he doesn’t get far-

I feel like the shorter guy was some kind of religious figure. One of his fellow people come in to let him know it’s almost time, and he sees the taller guy who has dark, short hair leaning over the other one with light, tan short hair and just ~stares~ deadpan as the couple freezes.

Jump.

Now the fellow person is leaning over the shorter guy, checking his ass to make sure he’s not damaged.

”Why do you have to do that? The whole reason I came here was to get away from stuff like that.” He says.

Inspirations: Definitely inspired by an ABO (Alpha-Beta-Omega dynamics) fic I was reading last night where a omega male becomes a priest because male omegas are rare and treated badly, so he starts up a shelter for people like him, but alpha males come and take that away, and he later meets someone and falls in lust/love with him, plus the style comes from BL manga which I read fairly often. It was probably in the POV of the top because that fic was in the POV of the alpha.

Yesterday:

1. Editing a series of books on Goodreads.

Inspiration: Before falling asleep I wished that I’d edited more stuff on Goodreads that day (I’m a librarian there).

2. Signing up for Ragnarok Online. Four love interests were shown, two guys, two girls. Second woman looked like the mature type with a mix of light & dark grey hair.

Inspiration: Saw it mentioned somewhere online.

3. There was another character introduced, they were trans and had really long white hair.

Inspiration: Sa-Ryun from Ability (webtoon), was editing pics of him that day and thinking of how some people thought he was a woman. I think lady from 2 inspired 3 which was inspired by Sa-Ryun.

Notes: The last couple of nights when I wake up early with a dream, I find myself thinking about it until I fall asleep again because I don’t want to forget it (even though I’m prioritizing sleep over recall). I noticed that those dreams sometimes end up effecting my later dreams.

I’m somewhere looking through books. I pick up some and look through them, but don’t end up picking any to buy because of the prices. I’m frugal, and I mention this to someone to my left. I’m shocked when I see that one of the books is $8.

I poke through the top of a box but it was children’s books. I saw an Aladdin book with a guy with some scruff and a woman. I wondered who they were.

When I was looking at some eastward facing shelves, I saw something with Ed (from Fullmetal Alchemist) on it. I picked up this box and it had tortilla chips in the bottom and I snort at the ridiculousness of a ‘movie entertainment kit’ like that. They might be stale anyway, who knows when it was brought in.

Someone calls out ‘Nice to see you again, Keitorin!’. I look around as I try to find the source before my eyes land on an older woman. I don’t recognize her at all but she knows me?

Jump.

I’m over by a mirror back around where I was originally looking at books. I have really long hair again and I’m trying to put it up in a ponytail, but when I gather it all up and go to get the ponytail ready, some falls and I have to try scraping it back up. I’m getting frustrated.

A woman who seems to be in my blind spot the whole time comes up and is supposed to be helping me, but she’s doing something off to my right that I can’t figure out. All of a sudden, she does something that startles me and makes me jerk back.

She says something. It’s blurry here, but she had pierced my cheek with a post earring! I was pretty freaked out.

I ended up at home telling mom about it. I keep gingerly touching the outside of it with my hands. I’m having a hard time swallowing properly because it’s awkward.

Mom doesn’t even seem that bothered! She even talks about how she and dad were thinking about getting something to eat, though we really didn’t have much money, but they were getting hungry.

I say, “I can’t even eat because of the piercing!”. I touched the back of the earring with my tongue and jerk back, because it hurts and saliva is gathered up in my mouth.

Inspirations: Aladdin thing from a fanart I saw of characters from The Book of Life. Chips from me having some recently. I wonder if the two dreams with mirrors in them I've had are because I've been reading people's TOTM dreams with them? Piercing might be because I tried to put my ear piercings back in but it messed my ears up.

1. Me and mom are in the ‘kitchen’, Jazzy is acting weird and we start to laugh, until mom realizes that she’s choking on her collar! Oh no! She rushes down to try and help her as I watch. I don’t remember her wearing a collar, and it seems to be taking too long to fix it. Then even as she fixes it, Jazzy still seems to be choking – was her air cut off for too long?!

2. There was some activity going on in a room, and a blind guy at a small, round, wooden table had asked ‘Did anybody hear that?’. Later, I find scraps of white paper on the floor behind the table, and think that they had been on it and been blown off by the fan and made noise.

I show him, but he says that wasn’t it, it had been more like a ‘thump’ and as he says it, he drops his fist down on the table, producing the sound.

Jump.

I’m talking to my sister at the same table. It seems that she is an outcast from the family; she and mom don’t get along anymore. We talk about that for a while. There was a bit more too it but I don’t remember.

3. I also remember something about a guy and reading some writing.

This one could be a piece of the previous dream (Stucco-walled bedroom) and it’s a bit jumbled. I’ll put it in the order that I’m guessing it happened.

I’m lying in this big bed talking quietly to mom while three men sleep off to my right, including my dad – here’s nearest to me. To my right is wall where a soft light is emanating from somewhere, possibly a lamp.

The men are part of some special program (felt something like they were being trained to be soldiers and some genetic engineering was involved).

I think it’s kind of weird that I’m sleeping with three guys, but dismiss it because of the situation.

Jump.

I’m standing somewhere off to the left and a little boy no taller than my knees asks me to play with him. People are sleeping so I think of saying no, but surprisingly even to myself I say yes (I felt like we were doing Hide & Seek and saw a mental map of how far we could go in the house). But I tell him we have to be quiet and not go too far.

He says we’re going to be play Cops & Robbers, and as he designates me the Robber he calls me ‘lady’ or something similar.

I go find a place to hide. As I’m going down some stairs, I suddenly get an idea. It’s so dark here, he won’t be able to see me. I stop in the stairwell flatten myself up against the wall. As the boy comes running down, I leap forward and grab him around the waist. “Got you!!”

It’s now my turn to ‘seek’. I wait a few seconds before going after him, trying to remember if there was some rule about waiting before going to find them.

I look around and in places before I get to a bathroom. I hear a shower running to the left and realize someone’s in here. I’m quiet as I make my way to another room up ahead. I think that the person showering must be in a room on the other side of the wall.

I look around the room for a second before my eye is caught on a dark grey curtain way up on the wall to the left on a shelf. ‘Could he be…?’ The room is kind of narrow and pretty tall but I somehow get right up the where I need to be.

I grab the curtain and yank it, and there the boy is, crouched down onto the shelf. He looks even smaller, tucked in on himself. “I knew you were up there!” I exclaim incredulously. I grab him down.

I’m looking around my new room. It’s kind of weird. The walls are made of stucco. There a big frosted window behind the bed, though you can see this big post around it on the other side that has graffiti written on it.

I’m reading writing on the walls and am enjoying what it says (can’t remember what it said now though), but am wondering what’s going to happen when room to write more on it runs out? Do I have to erase it?

I realize that there’s no door on this room, I can see out where some people are walking around, including my old school friend Ella’s mom, Lauren.

She comes in and talks to me, asking me something to do with my room, and I start to mention that I want a door put in, but I get interrupted. This happens once more and then she just leaves. I think to myself, surely she would have heard me and asked me to elaborate once she realized I was trying to say something?

Mom’s in the room asking me if I like it, and she has material for the windows. I say that I do, but I need a door. I’m grateful for the window stuff, but I can’t sleep until I have a door. There’s a scene where as she was coming in, she stopped and read a bit of the graffiti on the post, shaking her head at what it said.

She gives in, and I remember her doing some extreme thing to yank a door right into the room via a chain or something. In response to my look she says that it’s convenient to do it like that.

Yesterday:

1. A horror story type dream with a group of people. Some of them have to be sacrificed. When ‘I’ realize that one of them is going to be next, I say ‘I’m sorry’ to her. She bleeds down her body and the blood goes to someone else. There was a skeleton? And a man in poor condition ends up being healed. Then he goes in a room with someone?

2. Something about a group of people, one of them named Caerwyn

DST and waking up an hour early messed me up.

Today:

Anime-style dream with anthropomorphism. The style was kind of moe.

Two girls are on an ‘island’, but it’s like a desert area. They’re talking about how people throw the wrong kind of chocolate out for the girl on the right because they don’t realize she can only eat the softer kind that has ‘LOVE’ written on the colorful little wrappings.

A third girl lands/appears and walks close enough to hear them. She hears mention of the word ‘penguin’ and thinks they’re talking about her. She seems like a tsundere type in the way she acts. She angrily dives into the conversation asking why they’re talking about her, until she realizes (is told?) that the girl on the right is a penguin too.

Inspirations: Been reading a webtoon about anthropomorphic animals. It doesn’t have any penguins in it though!

A school dream where a lot of students are upset, because new students are taking over some of the old ones duties without any say.

The old ones decide to leave.

The setting is my old school. I sneak off with my phone and call Ella, but she’s in trouble.

We’re in some game-type dungeon and I’m trying to help her escape, but there’s a bear. We manage to circuit around it. There was a bit more but it’s fuzzy.

We’re back at school and trying to escape. We come up to a big garage-type door. Suddenly, I smell gas! We have to get out. I find some tool and bash on the door, but it only comes loose a bit. I see where the gas leak is coming from – the building is going to explode!

We make it through a crack in the door to outside where some other students are standing around. We run away, and I look back and yell, “Get back, get back, there’s going to be an explosion!” After a moment they respond in realization and start moving.

…But nothing happens, leaving me confused.

Jump.

The students who are leaving are transferring to another school. A guy with a girl is talking about his plans, and I wonder if they’re not worried about splitting up if he’s the only one leaving.

A taller African American boy wearing glasses who comes across as smart is going on to the teacher at the checkout about how relieved he is to be getting away. I’m watching off to the side, maybe omnisciently.

There’s an African American man behind him who interrupts. I feel that’s a bit rude even if the boy was rambling. He tells the checkout woman that he just wanted to drop off some charity thing before he was done for the day. I change my mind about him.

Just before he leaves, he turns and says to the boy something like, “And if you were really happy to be leaving, you wouldn’t keep going on and on about this place.”

Jump.

We’re sitting down at tables and eating. I glance to my left to my friend. She’s looking at me as well so I start to smile. The other people look up at me too, and then suddenly everyone is roaring laughing at me. My smile quickly falls off my face and I cover it. I must have something on my face??

I jump up from my spot and start leaving, trying to think of how to cover my face up with this jacket thing I have and still see, whilst thinking resentful thoughts like, ‘If you’d told me what was so funny you could laugh with me and not at me, but you didn’t!’.

I had a weird past couple of days and my recall was off for one of them. I'm starting a new exercise routine, and I think it's messing with me too so while recall is really important to me, exercise is even more so, so no more waking up during the night and typing up dreams until I get a bit more of a handle on the exercise.

Also, I highly recommend an RPG-based habit-forming site, HabitRPG. It's helped me a lot with my goals and remembering to do things!

March 7:

-Vivienne (from Dragon Age: Inquisition) is a villain in a group with two other people.

-Something about betrayal. And Tsukiyama (from Tokyo Ghoul)?

-Me and Nicole(?) are riding around on a motorcycle(?) together.

Inspirations: Mom’s dream about motorcycles. A Tumblr post with Vivienne that I noticed because I thought she looked sad. Some Tsukiyama posts I saw.

Today:

Creepy dream about Dave secretly having a crush on me and acting, well, creepy. I get onto a computer and see that he has a messenger up talking to someone about it/me. I don’t get a chance to see much before he’s coming back. I hurriedly shut the laptop lid and leave. As I’m walking away, I realize he’ll be able to tell what I was doing when up opens the lid.

-I had to go to the bathroom. I don’t go to public restrooms IWL but I really had to go. The bathroom was so packed though and I almost gave up, when someone (mom?) pointed out an almost hidden room full of toilets.

It’s quiet and dim in there. I worry that someone will come in, but I barely hear noises from the other bathroom area, and they almost cease the more time I spend there.

As I look around, I see some bottle on a counter. Then I notice that a wind is making some things blow around. It’s kind of eerie but I immediately dismiss any scary ideas because…a haunted bathroom? No thanks.

I’m able to go, but for some reason it doesn’t take care of it! I end up going again. I repeat that twice more.

Inspiration: When I woke up, I really had to go.

-Mom needs to borrow some beads on a string that we need for something important. I go to my room, which is completely dark. I use my iPod Touch light and something else to see around. I grab my old beads for her and grab my own. They’re red and are too big for a wrist but too small for a necklace.

Something about water and moving back in that house. There are some broken rings and Rane is there.

There’s some kind of festival going on and people arrive for it. We’re all werewolves. We’re in this big house like my grandma’s IWL and I’m helping mom out.

As the people arrive, I quickly jump down from somewhere to the carport where mom is, and ask her what she needs me to do as the people walk up the drive. She gives me some task, so I jump back up to do it after kissing her cheek. Only, I end up knocking this roof type covering off and have to fix it, and someone helps me. I’m clumsy because I’m nervous.

I’m keeping away from some guy I saw in the group too.

I’m around the front porch area and there are three girls standing on the drive. One of them calls out to me, asking if I’m going to swim. I say no, because I don’t know how to. She taunts me about it and I keep calm at first, but she goes on and I snap and call her a bitch before I storm away.

Later, a woman and another girl appear. The girl had told on me to the woman. “She called her a bitch!” I respond sarcastically something like, “I would never say that word (that she just said)!” like that girl had done something way worse. The woman calls me out saying that she knows I’m lying.

I’m talking to a woman about swimming, and she says that she’s not swimming either and doesn’t know how to. She’d rather ‘be buried than drown’. I think that sounds a bit weird and repeat it to her for confirmation.

I’m working on something, bending over. I realize something isn’t right – I’m not wearing underwear, just a shirt. I remember that dad is nearby and quickly stand up and try to figure out what’s going on.

There was something about sparkles and candy too.

Inspirations: Werewolves from one of yesterday’s dreams, same with swimming. Think the no-undies thing comes from me taking off my boxers shorts last night from under my pajamas. Probably took place in a grandma’s house setting because mom told me she was going over there today.

There was a video about child soldiers. They fought and murdered people but they were only children. Many of the older kids would lead the youngest ones around the battlefield by the hand.

A program is started to save them. Me and mom have some of them in the van with us, we’re either fostering them or taking them somewhere to be helped.

Mom starts talking to them about pop culture references that they know nothing about. She says that ‘Christina Aguilera is in a band called Looper’, and I was like ‘??? I didn’t think Christina was in a band…’

Inspirations: Thinking about Kony yesterday. Christina from watching The Voice. Looper maybe from seeing the movie was coming on a while back, but I’d already watched it before.

-Forgotten fragment that I didn’t write down because it didn’t make enough concrete sense too. Really annoying when that happens.

-We’re at a woman’s house, standing in a room. I’m to her right. For some reason I know her secret - she’s a werewolf. She sneaks a look at me and mouths something, something that’s part of her secret. I think she’s telling me where something is, some keys or something. I wonder if it’s near a full moon, if it’s affecting her.

I’m in another room with the woman and another person and we’re looking through some kind of history or genealogy book. In the front, it has really thin pages width-wise and are made of different material, and normal length and paper after that. We’re flipping through it and are excited to see a couple of familiar names, but we turn to one that means something to the third person in the room. Romano Romaine.

There was another name before that that I recognized but I forgot it.

Jump.

I’m playing with a small toy house with a little girl. We end up taking it apart and I have to figure out how to put it back together by myself because she falls asleep. I’m bad at this stuff so I’m worried I’ll get in trouble.

Jump.

I’m in a room looking over at Spice on some kind of balcony room, he’s on the other side of a clear door and I talk to him.

Jump…

In yet another room, mom gets on the woman’s computer. The woman is standing in the room too but she’s not moving or look at us in particular.

Mom shows me a zip drive and asks me a question with her eyes. I know she’s asking whether or not to download something from the woman’s computer (her secret). I gave a real decisive answer by shaking my head both yes and no (lolol).

She puts the zip drive into the computer and a folder opens up full of other folders (about four rows). One is labeled ‘Sarah’. I guess that if the woman gets suspicious, mom can easily show that she’s just looking through her own stuff.

Mom, dad and Rane were watching something in the living room. I heard them talking about this surprisingly explicit sexual scene in it.

There was a show coming on at 1:45 that I wanted to see so I went in, but it took 20 minutes to come on. Meanwhile, Sailor Moon was on.

I looked in the refrigerator (while someone had it open?) and saw packs of meat and a wholeee lot of cheese. I said something about it and mom said yeah, now we can just… (something about convenience of eating it).

It was just me and Rane by then. The anime was a historical type with a lot of bishounen. The opening was playing (though I didn’t hear any music) and I was worrying about Rane’s reaction because it wasn’t really her thing.

But then there was this scene she found really funny where these guys were ‘fighting’ by having sex, and they were taking it so seriously. I said that I cracked up too the first time I saw it.

She told me not to tell anyone about it and I was like, “Why? No one’s going to care; heck mom saw the whole Jack/Ianto thing in Torchwood and didn’t care then, so I highly doubt she’d care after that.” I actually didn’t feel 100% certain of this because I wasn’t sure mom had seen all of it.

She was really surprised. “She did?” And she started talking about a het couple in a fic with some guy named George and a woman I can’t remember the name of (Iris or some such), even though I didn’t know any characters named that. I was thinking about how at least she wasn’t messing with the gay couple, although I was fine with other pairings that involved the characters (if it was slash).

I realize that this wasn’t the anime I had wanted to show her after all – I had wanted to show her Tiger & Bunny, and it was x10 better! Though I didn’t want her to think this wasn’t any good. She actually didn’t seem to dislike it so that was good.

Jump.

I’m looking at a post I made on LiveJournal. At the top was a bowl with gravy-covered popcorn in it, and I thought there was something weird about that when I realized what it was. At the bottom were about five lines of a knitting or crochet pattern with two or three marked off.

I also remember something about writing about the anime we were watching.

Jump?

Then was something about a webtoon I had started to read, and I was really enjoying it, but I couldn’t figure out what this shadowy-looking character was going to look like, every time I’d get a glimpse of him I’d waver on how I felt about him. The clearest view I had of his face was pretty scary, he had really pale - almost a powdery - face, with gray lines or something running along both cheeks. There was another guy character, kinda reminds me of Mase from Ability.

Inspirations:

Sex scene: I read a chapter of Kyou Kara Yonshimai! the other day that was a lot like it. I thought it was surprisingly explicit (though I shouldn’t have, really).

Sailor Moon: Saw some old Sailor Moon anime pictures on Tumblr yesterday.

Meat & cheese: Me looking in the meat drawer yesterday for something to eat, and mom opening the new cheese pack and me asking her about it, because there was still some of the old left. May also have something to do with her eating Ritz crackers with cheese on it yesterday.

Historical anime: Maybe it’s just déjà vu, but I feel like I was thinking about historical anime recently.

Torchwood: Maybe because of the random Torchwood wallpaper that popped up the other day? And I’m pretty sure mom has seen all the TV series of Torchwood, not sure about the Children of Earth and such. On the other hand, I don’t think Rane has ever seen Torchwood, she’s not really into that genre. I think that part was inspired by me wondering what she thought when she watched gay couples on Glee. Did she gloss over them, enjoy them, not care for them?

Tiger & Bunny: Maybe from thinking fairly recently about the new guy and wondering what part he plays? I still need to watch that movie.

LiveJournal: From thinking last night about how I don’t post there to my rec journal anymore. And maybe also from thinking about all the old fics on there and wondering if some are deleted now.

Gravy-popcorn: Ew. Inspired by wonder if there was any gravy left in the fridge and looking. I had some popcorn a few times this week, last time being yesterday.

Pattern: My mom knits and crochets and sometimes shows me things.

Webtoon: When I was lying in bed last night, I was thinking about how I rarely dream of media when I’m heavily into it. I’ve been reading the Ability webtoon for the past week constantly and it never made it into my dreams that I recall. So I guess at least -a- webtoon made it in?

I’m sitting at a table and start getting a bit nervous when one by one other people join tables nearby (it’s like a restaurant). Finally, a couple actually join my area and I have to move my stuff from the next table over to give them room. I ask the woman if she wants me to move my stuff on my own table and she says yes, so I have to compact my stuff together and move it even closer to me.

Somehow I notice that the front door is open a crack and I freak out because the cats could get out through that. I say so and the woman says that it’s too late, she already saw them outside.

I run out and look everywhere for them (I don’t remember actually being outside) but don’t find them. I come back in and start looking around.

I find Spice sleeping on a chair under a table and Jazzy nearby.

I talk to my aunt Sarah about what happened (I seem to place the blame mostly on the woman) and she agrees to help me boot everyone out.

The room feels more crowed as we stand there in the middle of it. Sarah explains the basics of what happened and passes the rest on to me to say.

I tell how ‘Spice was just lying there on the chair snoozing away and Jazzy was sitting there looking at me like ‘what’re you doing’ (it felt like Jazzy hadn’t really been doing that but that’s what I ended up saying). Everyone laughs.