non-lucid

"Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out."
Iris Murdoch

Yeah, I been lazy with my DJ's. I have a few written down but not uploaded. Oh well.

I was all ready to walk to the bus stop so I could go to school. Usually my mother drives me to the stop, but this time my dad walked with me.
The sky was a deep, morning pink. The chilly breeze was calming and the dewey grass was very green. The waking world was quite a beautiful thing to see. The geography of my neighborhood was quite different, but the beauty of the world distracted me from noticing.

I walked down to a big round area of road, like a cul-de-sac but with 3 roads coming into it and I saw Mrs. Green [pseudonym], a teacher from when I was in first grade (not my teacher, but one that I knew). She greeted me and I said hello, and I noticed, I didn't have my bag. Or my shoes.

I told my dad I'd be right back and I ran to my house. I moved very quickly. When I arrived, the garage door was open and a golden retriever was inside my garage.

"Hey!" I shouted, "Beat it you dog!" And thus, the dog quickly ran away.

And that's it. What a weird dream it was.

No. Go away. Get out of my house.

"If you had a million Shakespeares, could they write like a monkey?"
Stephen Wright

This journal is late. So are the next few I'll be making. I've been busy.
First of all, start playing this. This was the tune in my dream.

Yeah, I was in China! My girlfriend and I were on a big tall tower, with crossed pieces of wood. It was like this:

only much, much higher. I estimated about 200, 300 feet high. It was high. A stereotypical little Chinese house was on top.
I was up there with my lovely girlfriend, and there was a porch-like area above the ground, and a cannon on it. I peered in the cannon, unsure of its purpose. When I pulled my head away, it shot out a little cube on a stick. The stick was about a foot long, the cube the volume of one segment of my thumb. As it fell, a parachute came out and it wafted to the ground below.
"What was that?" I asked.
She giggled and bumped me. I lost balance for a moment, and when I became sturdy, I noted that there were no railings on the tower. I almost fell.
"Hey, Tanya [name changed], be careful! I don't want to fall!"

Time skip.

I was in school. Tanya was late to her math class (the room we were going to was my science room during my freshman year of high school, and the teacher was her present Health teacher. I brought her there, and I also put a note on the door for the teacher. He had been bothered lately by kids skipping class and going to see him, so the note said: "I know you're important and stuff, but don't interrupt my goddamn class!"
He laughed and told me that it was an excellent note.

Time skip.

I was checking my Facebook page at home, and everyone was messaging me about how the note was awesome. Some kid I didn't know posted, "Awesome note. Give me your student ID and next bonfire [an annual school event], you'll have alcohol privileges! Oh wait, you're underage..."
It's true. I am.

Time skip.

I was back in China, on that same tower with Tanya. I looked over the edge. It was a long way down. Tanya bumped me again and grabbed me with a hug.
"Really," I began, "don't do that-" but I was cut off as I fell over the edge.
Time was not in slow motion, but the falling was. The feeling of weightlessness was euphoric. Down, down I went, but I panicked not and I worried not. A minor inconvenience, yes, but I knew this falling wouldn't kill me. I just kept falling down. I was light as air. I spun as I descended to the Earth and I saw the plaza below me. There were little red shops on the street corners and many happy people meandering about. It was so peaceful, and I felt removed from the world as I got closer to the ground.
At last, we landed with a thud.
I wasn't hurt, just really sore from the fall. "You ok?" Tanya asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied.
"Ok," and she got up and walked away.
I remained on the ground. I was pretty sore. I finally stood up, but Tanya was long gone. I looked around, and there was the Anüki (pronounced "An'OO'key). The Anüki was a white monkey, about three feet tall. There is an image below, drawn by me.
The Anüki looked at me with a stern glare, and then silently walked over and gave me a big, warm, soft hug. It was a powerful hug, with the ever-necessary pat on the back as well. This thing is so darn awesome. When I LD, I'm going to make sure he is in my dream again. I like the Anüki.

Yeah, this angry thing gave me a hug. It smelled nice, too, and it looked clean. Just an overall nice fellow.

"Each time we face our fear, we gain strength, courage, and confidence in the doing."
Anonymous

I was at my school, and I was carrying my baby cousin. She was having a fit and completely freaking out, so I put her in her stroller.
Time skip.
I was in a hallway at the school, and my mother was there. She told me to go outside to the car to assist my father with carrying some things. I had my sweater on, so I knew I'd be warm enough. I walked over to the doors and was about to go outside to the parking lot, when I realized that I didn't have my shoes. I went back to where my mother was to get them, but she began to scold me for not helping, claiming that everything had been brought inside already. I angrily put on my shoes and went outside. I jumped on the ground and slid on the ice on my belly. It was jolly good fun, but I stopped because I didn't want to dirty my sweater.
I walked over to the car where my father was working on his computer. I began talking to him though the window.
"Can I help carry anything?" I asked. I noticed some gross-looking bugs on the outside of the car.
"Everything has been brought in except a couple things that Ill get."
"I'll carry them."
"Why?"
"Well, because I didn't help out earlier and I desired to make reparations for my lack of assistance, and THAT BUG IS CREEPING ME OUT!"
On the car was an ant and a "tomato spider," as I called it (see image below). They both had a bunch of little white grub-like things attached to them, parasites I expected. The ant was big, but worse was the tomato spider. It had a gross red body and long legs, and a fuzzy tail. It fell off the car and I jumped back. I began to stomp on it, but every time I tried to kill it, it didn't die. I stomped again and again, but it still lived.
I went into panic mode. I was freaking out. I hate bugs, and they are one of my biggest fears. I began to flail, and I almost hit a nice young lady in my panic. My father kept telling me to calm down, but I just couldn't. Now while that damn spider still lived. I stomped again, and again, and again. Finally, I threw a napkin on it and stomped again. Finally, I woke up.
This one scared the feces out of me. I am so afraid of bugs, for no reason. I think this one counted as more of a nightmare than the last one, because while roaches are just gross, big red spiders are frightening.

This thing is awful. Actual size.

"How little it takes to make life unbearable: a pebble in the shoe, a cockroach in the spaghetti, a woman's laugh"
Henry Louis Mencken

I have an important project that I will be presenting at my school, and it's not done yet, even though it's due relatively soon. It's a Powerpoint presentation. I think that this is enough background information. I was in the south-east wing of my school, almost ready to do my project, when I noticed that I didn't even finish it. I'm so silly sometimes.
I went to the east wing to go to the computer room and finish the project. Time skip and I finish. I didn't notice the skip. I need to take not of when this happens in real life. Wait... I headed back to the south-east wing, almost went into the classroom to present, when I walked away because I had to urinate.
I was walking back towards the east wing when that loathsome female gym teacher stopped me and asked for my pass. So I took my universal hall pass out of my wallet (the good kids like me get those sort of things) and showed it to her. She asked if I had a normal one, and I said no. So she just met me on my way. Whatever.
I went to the bathroom and was appalled to see how filthy it was! Just kidding, it's like that in real life. Fine, it was a little bit more dirty in my dream, but whatever. All the urinals were taken, but thankfully there was an open stall. I dropped my messenger bag (IRL, my messenger bag was broken and I had been using a backpack. I should have noticed this) and peed, but kept seeing a cockroach out of the corner of my eye. When I finished, I found the roach under my bag, so I kicked it away. I began frantically trying to stomp it to death, but it kept slipping from under my shoe.
Eventually I went into my fear-of-bugs panic mode, so I put my hood over my head and packed up my bag. Then I awoke.

JESUS CHRIST WHY WON'T YOU DIEEEEE????

"The first rule of Zombieland: Cardio. When the zombie outbreak first hit, the first to go, for obvious reasons... were the fatties."
Columbus, from Zombieland

Zombies were everywhere! Actually, no. The zombie apocalypse was actually kind of sad. There were only like, what, 7 or 8 that I saw? Total? What a gyp. Nonetheless, there were zombies.
I walked (of course I didn't run. Can zombies run? I think not!) to my grandfather's house from slightly down the street. I tried to enter the front door, but it was locked. Figures. So I went to the back and broke in through an unlocked window. Then I locked the window.
I went to my grandfather's living room to spy my brother and my Gramps.
"What?" Gramps yelled. "When did you get here?"
"I snuck in through the back. The front door was locked," I said.
"You should have knocked!" he shouted.
He had a point. I went to the front door to keep watch. A couple zombies walked by, and one bumped against the door, but then continued on its way.
I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and returned to see my classmate Carolyn outside.
"Hey! Let me in!" she asked.
I don't really like her, so I said, "No," and made sure that the door was locked tight.
I went back to the kitchen to get some more food, then returned to the door. A zombie walked up to it and pushed it open. I began to shove on the door to try and close the zombie out. I wasn't scared, just more annoyed at the entire thing. Then I woke up.This dream was dull. I don't even like zombies. And these zombies weren't even the exciting type, they just strolled along like a bunch of idiots. Only one opened the door, and I was able to shove it out and make it go away. Idiot zombies.

These zombies are so darn annoying.

"What are you, president of his fan club?"
"Hehehe... no. That would be your mother!"
~ Conversation between the Scout and the Spy, from Team Fortress 2's Meet the Spy

My friend Dylan loves FPS games. I also enjoy them, especially online multiplayer games like Team Fortress 2. Anyway, I was at Dylan's house playing his Xbox 360 together. I turned to him and asked him if I could borrow his The Orange Box video game set so I could get the games as well. He was reluctant at first, but then he gave in. Victory! Then, my mother came into Dylan's house and began to bicker with me about going home.

So close... soooo close...

My mother often badgers me to vacuum the house. However, I was not surprised that when I offered, she turned me down. It was a typical thing for her to do. Just to remind her how awesome I was, I mentioned that I took the family dog on walks for the past few days. Yeah, I'm such a good son.
Anyway, because it was the 4th of July, my mom told me to raise up an American flag. We don't have a flagpole at our house. I mentioned that we didn't have a flagpole, so I plugged in a plasma globe instead. Unfortunartely, there was too much power in the ball, so t looked all fuzzy like a purple fog appeared in the ball. So I unplugged and re-plugged in the ball, and it worked.

Plasma balls: Epic substitutes for American flags.

I was driving down a road with my girlfriend to some place for a date when she mentioned that men were tired of shrinking. It was an extremely short fragment. Now, it didn't seem like "shrinking" was referring to shrinkage (in case you don't know what that is, it's when your pee pee gets really tiny after putting it in cold water), but rather the physical act of a person shrinking in size. I don't know, it didn't make any sense.

This was barely anything, and that depresses me greatly. I was having a bad night, anyway. I wasn't able to concentrate while meditating and I used the computer right up until bedtime. I also woke up at random times during the night (I'm trying to get my internal clock to work without an alarm).
Anyway, I saw a faucet in a black room dripping a black liquid.
That was it.

"At the time of your appearing you will make them like a fiery furnace. In his wrath the LORD will swallow them up, and his fire will consume them."
~ Psalm 21:9

This one was epic. It was a video game dream, and those are always fun, and sometimes inspirational. The only downside to a video game dream is that, due to the fact that I saw it as a video game, I can not recall what exactly I did. I don't memorize what I'm doing while gaming unless I actually need to, and I didn't need to. So alas, I can only give a description of how the game worked.
There was a ghost with a bag. The ghost was a simple, cartoonish thing, and the ghost would go about a 2-D side-scroller platform level collecting stray spirits and avoiding enemies. It was like a treasure hunt, or a puzzle game, but it had a similar feel to Super Mario Bros. 2. The ghost was looking for stray malevolent spirits, mostly fire spirits. He would collect them in his sack and bring them to (this is so awesome) throw them in a furnace to burn for eternity! The incessant moaning became an annoying part of the game, though.

"brb/collecting spirits to thrust into a furnace for eternity."

"We never understand how little we need in this world until we know the loss of it."
~ James Matthew Barrie

I saw a man dressed in reddish rags sitting on a street corner. Brown was the color of his hair and eyes, and his skin was fairly filthy. He had a life, a wife, two children, but all were gone. He never bothered to tell how he lost it all. He just looked at me and flipped a coin.
This was mega depressing. Alas, alas, it was only a fragment. It also was so realistic, even when it comes to being like reality that I didn't notice it was a dream. Honestly, there was nothing wrong with this one.

"Most glorious Prince of the Heavenly Armies,
Saint Michael the Archangel,
defend us in 'our battle against principalities and powers,
against the rulers of this world of darkness,
against the spirits of wickedness in the high places' [Ephesians 6:12]"
~ Catholic exorcism

I was in a dark, Hogwarts-like place. The surroundings were old and wooden, but sturdy-looking. There was a giant crowd of people around. I was on a second-floor platform, but you could look over the railing to see the first floor if you wanted. I looking for my friends, Caitlin (my pseudo-sister IRL) and Ken (a somewhat large lesbian, and one of my best friends IRL). I saw Caitlin and Ken run by me up the stairs, so I immediately turned around. I caught up to Ken, but Caitlin had gotten away. Ken informed me that Cait was possessed by The Demon.
In its natural form, The Demon looked like a small black cloud, but it could possess people and have them do its bidding. Ken and I had to get it out of Caitlin, so we were going to have to perform an exorcism.
I got Ken and we went to the dorm area of the hall. Some girl, with slight reluctance, let us set up a base in her room. It was a small, but cozy room with pale yellow walls. Once inside, we shut the door, lit a candle near the door and one near the bed, and I sprinkled a circle of Holy Water from the container that I had with me.

Layout of the room:
[].....~~...[.]
[]..~......~[.]
|......~~...[.]
|____'_'___|
The []'s make up a bed.
The ~ represent a circle of Holy Water.
The [.]'s are a desk with a TV on it and some papers that were on the ground.

There, we waited. I got prepared to say some exorcism. Suddenly, we heard a knock on the door. Ken went over to open it, but I stopped her.
"Who is it?" I asked.
No answer.
"Who are you?"
No answer.
"Should I turn out the lights?" Ken asked, about to suffocate the candles with her fingers. I nodded. The room got dark, and I kept the door locked. The Demon wouldn't be getting into this room.
I woke up.

This dream was quite frightening, but I don't know if it really was a nightmare. It had many nightmare qualities, like an unseen enemy, my friends are victims, and I'm not completely sure what to do, but during the dream, I was acting very calm, cool, and collected, although I really was quite nervous. I knew the precautions I had to take to stay safe. I'll just put it as a nightmare.
I should have noticed it was a dream because I don't believe in demons. I think crowds may be a growing dreamsign for me.

"Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends."
~ The Beatles, With a Little Help from My Friends

The guys (and some girls) and I were at Papa Gino's, but it seems like it looked, well, GOOD in there. Nice wooden feel to it. Anyway, I was there with my friends Dylan, Bridget, and Justin, although Justin isn't really my friend. I find nothing likable in him. NO MATTER! We, and some other guys, were all eating foods, and I got a hot dog. My dog, Arte, was supposed to get bacon with his meal and give it to me, but he didn't get any bacon.
We were all supposed to bring our own lunches as well. I don't know why. That makes no sense. However, some people, in that typical fashion of other people being unreliable, forgot their lunches. However, some did bring empty gift bags, so that was ok.

"lol sure, you can have my bacon. This makes perfect sense."

"Hic pietatis honos? Sic nos in sceptra reponis?"
~ Venus, from The Aeneid

I was in a grey, nondescript room, and in front of me was the uncannily gorgeous Roman goddess of love, fertility, and beauty, Venus. Why I just assumed some god that I don't believe in was real, I don't know. I mean, I'm practically an atheist, but there I was, assuming Venus was real because I could see her. I had done some task for her, and as a result, she was doing the stereotypical woman thing to do, namely MAKING ME A GOSH DARN SAMMICH! Yes, Venus was making me a salami and cheese sandwich. In between the layers of food was a translation of the Aeneid, but not into English, but rather into Swedish. Swedish? Why Swedish, I don't know. The translation looked like mayonnaise, and when I ate the sandwich, I heard the translation in my head. It sounded like "Drok dun dah deh doo," and similar sounds. I don't think I've ever heard anyone speak Swedish, so I guess that's what I expect it to sound like. And that was about it, just me, the goddess of beauty, and a sammich.

"Parce metu, Cytherea. You chill? Good, now make me an Aeneid sammich!!!!!111one"

"Am I a butterfly dreaming I'm a man... Or a bowling ball dreaming I'm a plate of sashimi? Never assume that what you see and feel is real!"
~ Doreen, from Chrono Trigger

Alas, I did assume that everything I saw was real. Breathtaking foolishness, I suppose, considering that if anyone told me that this happened to them in real life, I'd call them an idiot and walk away.
I was sitting in my car near an old bridge when I looked out the window to see an orangutan looking at me. It was no more than 6 or 7 inches tall, but the coolest part was that it had wings and was flying! I was amazed. After all, flying orangutans don't live in North America. It must have escaped from a zoo or something. Anyway, there it was, just staring at me through the window. I smiled at it, and then it flew over to the bridge. Oftentimes, this bridge has many cars on it. Not in the dream, though! As it was crossing the bridge, I guess it lost its strength and fell into an old brown fisherman's boot. A man and a few other people walked over to try and help it. They took the flying orangutan out of the boot, brushed it off, and held it over the water under the bridge. In real life, there is a deep, moderately fast moving, somewhat polluted river underneath the bridge. The orangutan then jumped out of the man's hand was was flying slowly up the river until its wings gave out again and it fell in. I think it drowned. Then I woke up. That was weird, I thought.

I saw this thing thought it was perfectly normal, just uncommon. Remember that if you ever comment on my sanity.