non-lucid

07.25.2012

Non-REM Sleep Nonsense (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This whole dream was full of nonsense, I honestly don't know what the hell I was experiencing here.

I'm walking in a hallway of some sort wearing light colored, or slightly dark colored striped pants going down. They go a few inches (1-3) past my knee, and I believe I'm wearing my white running shoes that I use at the gym. I'm walking with someone, but I can't remember who exactly.

I have a feeling that it was my mother, but due to the insane randomness and insanity of this dream with fragments as well (I think), it didn't really matter. Whoever it was, she was wearing some type of green outfit with a white female dress shirt underneath.

I come to the realization that there are many people on the sides sitting down, just enforcing their roles of showing that humans are magically gregarious beings when something prevents them from moving forward.

I don't know what's keeping these people from moving, and the reason I'm concerned is that I feel weird and have exaggerated thoughts of paranoia that they are probably making fun of me some how.

I try to hide those feelings of insecurity with a healthy dose of bravado and randomly declared to the person I'm walking with,

"I'm just going to walk in front, and not look back!" something along those lines.

Some confidence booster that was..........

I'm also smiling like crazy while I said that as well! I immediately look at someone on the left side with my peripheral vision, and noticed it's someone who looks like a High school tennis teammate I used to know that was #1 I think at our school.

He's just looking at me, like he's trying to balance between being neutral and slightly weird of my presence.

There's no point speculating about his thoughts right now.

The dream shifts to where some redheaded lady, who is at least in her 50s asks me,

"How's Sinoblak doing?"

The lady is wearing a fancy white jacket that's a bit higher than her waist, has dark clothing on underneath.
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Then there's a dream shift where I'm playing Runescape, and I pick a world with the number 130 in it, I think it was "RunescapeGuild130," something along those lines. I feel as if I'm playing with my clan leader, Mellania, and we're basically just destroying the Corporeal Beast with two or three more clan members.

We killed the Corporeal Beast a few times, and it dropped a Chaotic Rapier, and with my dream logic, this made perfect sense. I told myself mentally that I would have two Chaotic Rapiers to attack the Corporeal Beast.

(If you're using a rapier on the beast, I think it only does 50% damage, which isn't worth the damage it will put on you).

The dream shifts again, and I'm upstairs at some random house. The whole section is circular, so the stairs to go down were opposite of where I was. For a few seconds, the environment changes completely, and I have to face a monster with one huge eye.

It was purple on the outside for it's skin, and it it just looked weird. A skinny body to support it's large head was completely unreal. I had to do more body formations than William Shatner high on sugar to bounce back this black energy ball it created.

Then after that madness, I'm back upstairs, and some guy is humping a girl very very very very hard that....I don't need to go into those details.

Then the same guy humping the girl turns around, looks at me weird, and suddenly wants to chase me. Since we're in a circular top floor, I basically have to try and trick this guy into thinking I'm going the other way.

It takes a while, but I finally dash for downstairs, and I press the "Back" button as if I was on the internet or something.....

I woke up immediately after that...LOL...I think.

07.24.2012

Burnt Toast (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I see my Uncle and older cousin again. They were talking about something, and throughout the whole dream, I smell slightly burnt toast.

(I didn't know what there was actually a burnt toast smell spreading around the house I'm at for vacation in Florida as yet).

My older cousin is cooking two pieces of bread, and he has another pan to the left that's heating up some butter that's already in the liquid phase (I'm assuming he took a block of butter in the fridge and let it simmer a bit until it melted).

The same pan he's melting the butter in, I believe it is tilted to the left, so that all the butter would be allocated in one spot, probably so he can poor the butter with ease, without having to worry too much on grease that might accumulate on the pan.

While he's waiting, I notice he looks kind of tired, or maybe he looks depressed. His facial composition is slightly droopy in all areas, and he doesn't look too happy that he has to put some toast on a skillet. My uncle then shows up finally to sit next to my older cousin.

My uncle queried my cousin about something related to the toast, but I couldn't remember.

The burnt toast smell gets stronger and stronger, and my eyes immediately open, and I really DO SMELL BURNT TOAST IN THE HOUSE.

I realize that I haven't been burned alive as yet, so I calmed down. I look at the timer I had for the alarm, and I woke up 25 minutes before it actually rings.


Hahahaha, interesting dream, thanks subconscious, for telling me there was burnt toast.

Maybe now I can float above shark infested waters, and doze off a bit, and trust that my mind is going to help me wake up and realize I should get the hell out of those waters....hahahahaha.

I feel like I'm laughing at myself sometimes.

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07.24.2012

Sonic and Knuckles? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I only remember either Sonic or Knuckles carry the other while flying....without Tails being the one holding them up like in Sonic Heroes.

That was weird...

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07.24.2012

Train Station Security (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I only remember going through some security after getting off a train stop. I take the time to make sure I'm going through the right place to get scanned, and I think I went to the wrong section.

The security man simply told me that I needed to go back, and I quickly complied with his order and wait there for a few seconds to pass through with no worries.

07.22.2012

Chainsaw Women (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Inside of a Resident Evil 4 environment, and I think I'm controlling Leon hen in his default outfit when he has his jacket taken away from the Plagas enemies. The environment itself lies in the first section of the Village with a few houses and barn areas.

Although, the dream itself confines Leon's location a bit more to where there's probably just one small shack on the left. There are maybe 10 or more Chainsaw women slowly walking around the area, and every single one tries to attack Leon with the chainsaw at random intervals.

I can't help but feel tensed up, because any of them can chop his head off if I don't pay attention to when they flinch and scream before lifting up the chainsaw. After a while, the women are more passive then usual, it's like they're just there walking without any kind of life in them.

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07.22.2012

Mucus Circles (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm at one of those buildings where there are employees sitting inside of a bullet-proof glass, with a small slot for exchanging and all that.

I believe I'm sitting down, minding my own business, not sure what I'm doing here in the first place. Then I hear someone start building up mucus to their mouth and spitting. I just listen to it passively, trying not to make it annoy me too much, but then the sound gets even louder.

I look over at the source of the sound, and see it's a guy, who looks a lot like one of the Biology lab classmates I had as a Freshmen in college. He has his head down on some kind of petri dish, and is wearing a faded out violet shirt, and regular blue jeans.

He's sniffing the mucus out, and then someone is able to split the mucus into perfect little circles and let it out on the petri dish. This ws a horrible scene to watch, but I couldn't help but watch to see what would happen next.

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07.22.2012

Jack Krauserer and Pink Fluffy Bunny (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm facing Jack Krauser again from Resident Evil 4, and he basically owns me every time.

Completely different to when I killed him in that entry I made with the drawing. This was completely crazy, and I don't know why I kept attempting to kill him.

The first environment is in the Village, like for the Chainsaw Women dream, but it's a bit more opened. However, most of the fighting takes place at one of the exits to the right if you entered the Village for the first time in the game.

Basically, it's a slope getting higher and higher, and eventually reaching a flat point, with an old shack to your right.

I'm not in the environment, think I'm controlling Leon, or watching him fight Krauser. Krauser does his usual weird crap, dashing extremely well, making precise knife movements that gradually get more tedious to dodge.

The perspective is shifting from first to third person a lot, so it's difficult to know who's facing Krauser. Eventually, Krauser starts getting more agile and accurate that Leon takes quite a few hits, both low and fatal.

There was even a point where the dream shift to where I'm controlling Krauser, so it's basically a Krauser vs. Krauser match.

Let's say the Krauser I'm taking the perspective of/controlling is Krauser1, and the Krauser that continually gets more difficult is Krauser2.

Krauser1 utilizes his powerful bow on Krauser, but it's really no use, Krauser2 dodges them with ease. Krauser1's left arm turns pink, which means, he can activate the Las Plagas Armblade, just like Krauser2.

I believe this is the part where I know I'm sure I'm controlling Krauser1. He prepares the stance to get ready to do a dashed stab to Krauser2, and I'm sure I pretty much timed it perfectly.

But Krauser2 dodges so well, and uses his Las Plagas Armblade to stab Krauser1. He pierces through his chest with immense force that the armblade come out the other side of his body. He picks Krauser up with it, and I think drops him on the ground.

The Resident Evil 4's "You are Dead" animation comes up.

I haven't played this game recently, and by recently, I mean at least 1-2 months ago, but it wasn't anything too hardcore to be some kind of incubation.

The dream isn't done yet though!

The dream shifts to where both me and Krauser are at the mall, and the it's first person perspective for me, so maybe I'm in my dream body now instead of some random dream character's.

Krauser gets ready to charge after me, and I honestly don't know what to do anymore.

Fortunately, before he could get 3-4 feet to me, he suddenly turns into a Human sized Pink Fluffy Bunny outfit. The style of the outfit matches Okami's art. The belly is pretty wide and white, and the face is small.

And when he transformed into the bunny, it made a weird "POINK" sound, kind of like the sound you'd hear in Okami if you headbutted on some soft object that can't be destroyed (like headbutting an NPC, if I remember correctly when I used to play it a lot).

After standing there in awe for a few seconds at this random transformation, I realized that there's no danger anymore. I walk around in this mall area, and it's pretty spacious. For some reason, I believe I was merely inside some kind of simulation machine in the middle of the mall.

So maybe the whole dream fight with Krauser was just a simulation that I happened to get out of in time before I start shitting myself.

The lights in the mall are dim and yellow, but it feels like day time outside, even though I didn't look outside at all. The tile flooring is white, very clean, and some walls and seating areas look like they are made of marble.

I stand around like an idiot, still trying to calm down from that Krauser thing, and an Asian woman looks at me. She's short, maybe 4-5 feet tall, and is wearing a soft layered black shirt, probably made of velvet or polyester, and is wearing long khaki pants.

She has black hair, and it looks like she has some mascara on, but not too much, and her eyes are drooping just a little bit. I believe there's a small teenager boy by her side. She's holding some golden object, and she said she's going to hit me with it.

I thought she was joking, but as she's getting closer and closer to me, she gets ready to raise it. I raise my arms up in retaliation, and I think I fall down on my rear. I got up quickly and ran.

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07.22.2012

Password Elizabeth??? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm a suspect for some kind of hacking. My father asks me what did I do and why I did it, and I try to explain him that I wasn't responsible for any of this supposed hacking. I also declared to him that I didn't have any intentions of hacking at all, because I'm already too busy with trying to settle problems I have.

I almost reached the breaking point, but then......

A girl says she's not part of the section that specializes in confirming things like that, but she declared that I'm most likely not responsible for some kind false site start up that was set up somewhere.

She has brown, curvy and wavy hair, has a visage that looks like a mix of African American and Caucasian, and has freckles on her cheeks.

My father then suggests that I plug out any extensions like mouses, flash drives, etc. to prevent future invasions inside my computer/laptop (not sure which one I had in the dream). It didn't make sense to me, but I just complied and did nothing.


While she's talking to my father, I relax a little, and then I get a quick video or animation flashing in my mind of something turning.

It looks like DNA, or at least an attempt of imitating the double helix structure of DNA. It shows a red part first, then a yellow part to it.

Then I see a Computer screen, it's completely black.....


Things feels weird, and I can't help but gaze at the computer screen because of the white cursor blinking.

Without anyone typing on the keyboard, the computer slowly types out,




"Elizabeth" and then the cursor stays in a neutral position and continues blinking.



Elizabeth? Hm......I haven't had an automated message show up on any recent computer dreams before.

07.21.2012

Kicked in the Chest (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a house, and there's a beautiful dark skinned woman. She's wearing an orange shirt long sports pants, but they are so baggy, she most likely was wearing them to hide her actual curves. I was trying to be nice to her, but when I got closer to her, her face turns from normal to pissed off within a matter of seconds.

I believe she kicks me in the chest and mouths me off, and I'm just resting there on the floor wondering what I did wrong. The dream resets, and I see her again, and it takes a few resets in order for her to calm down.

When I meet her one more time, I told her quickly that I wasn't going to do anything sexual to her at all. She looks at me carefully, but she finally turns around and doesn't consider trying to hurt me again.

She was so beautiful though that it was very hard trying to refrain from being sexual around her. It's like she had a strong sexual aura all over, and it started to become torture for myself if I continued to be around this beautiful and sexy woman.

Ugh.....first time I've seen a woman in my dreams pissed off at me and assaults me, and I slightly feel the pain from it as well....

Why do you have to be mean to little old me? T___T

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07.21.2012

Bike Riding (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It's hard to know which dream came first, but a gut feeling tells me the bike riding came first.

I'm riding my bicycle at a section of my University, and maybe 15 feet away from me to my left is a section to lock your bicycle at the bicycle rack. It seemed it already rained, because as I'm riding near the curb before reaching the bicycle rack, small streams of water start bursting out, and the surface was wet all over.

I kept my left foot on the left pedal, and stood up really quick to shift the right side of my body to the left side of the bike. Then I decided to bend down, while still having my whole body on the left side of the bicycle, and then pressed the handbrakes as much as I can.

I finally get off the bicycle, and I think someone tries to talk to me by first saying, "Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!"

But I ignored them for some reason.

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07.21.2012

Horse Riding and Torso Healing? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My torso feels weird in this dream, it's as if I'm going through stages of getting it healed and stable if that makes any sense?

There's a flash black background with words in yellow font with a red outline I believe that shows how close I am in getting my dream torso region stabilized. I'm also riding a majestic white horse, and it takes a while for me to get used to riding this thing, but I start feeling connected with this horse for some reason.

I decided to put my faith into it that it will carry me where I needed to go, even though I don't know where I'll be going. There was a small rope like material that I would tug a little bit if I wanted it to speed up a little.

I did this a few times, but the horse did not make any changes in its speed, so I tugged it even harder, and it finally complied with my action. I think I rub the horse gently to show that I'm glad that it followed my request for it to go faster.

I can hear the sounds of it beating the ground while I'm resting my head on its warm neck. After a while, the horse stops, and I get off, and someone asks me if my torso was alright.

I said "Yes," and even told them that it was completely healed. They were surprised, but they responded that this was good.

Huh?

I don't remember how this person looked like who asked me the question.

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07.21.2012

Tennis Courts and Indoor Garden? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I believe I'm with someone, though I'm not sure who they are until later on, and even then, it was hard making a decent glance at them. The person I'm following is already way ahead of me, and I realize that I'm between two tennis courts.

To my right is two men playing, both Hispanic, and both wearing black clothing, or at least some type of dark clothing. It's dark outside, but there's decent lighting inside this weird Indoor Garden/Tennis Courts hybrid infrastructure.

The light sources are at the top corners of the building, like the corners of a square.

As for the guys' skills, they looked like they just play Tennis for fun. One of them literally pushes the ball when serving, or tries to randomly smash it down hard, only to put the ball off in a tangent away the service box.

They both turned around to realize that the tennis balls were outside, and they asked me if I could help they get it. I saw one tennis ball was still inside, and pointed to them to pick that up. They said thanks, and I just ignore helping them get the other one.

There was someone on the left tennis court who could help them, and it looked like their tennis buddy who was picking up the tennis balls for them while they're playing.

When I get closer to the person I'm following, I believe it's my mother. The material that supports the composition of the building is very weird. It's made of a very thin plastic, like when you buy those water bottle packs and try to pierce a hole with your thumb.

(That's actually a bad idea because I recently tried that and I made some weird movement with my thumb and it hurt a lot. :c )

I use my fingernails to pierce the plastic material of the building in order to climb up a little to get some plant or vegetable hanging on top of some small surface. My mother suggested that we go outside to make sure I'm climbing on the right section.

I go down to surface again, go outside, and it looks like I can just jump up or something to get whatever vegetable that I needed.

I don't know why I needed to get the vegetable in the first place.....

07.20.2012

You Can Do it (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I took a nap around 2 PM or so, and woke up around 5:15 PM I guess?

3 hours for a "nap", no wonder my recall of this is better than those skewed recall with 1-2 hour naps.

I'm following an Asian man, he's wearing a hoodie, without the actual top on his head, has glasses on, and your generic light blue jeans. I don't know why I'm following him right now, but it seems we're both having a decent conversation while going through waves of people.

He has black spiked hair as well, but it's only spiked at the edges, everything else is smooth. He's making most of the conversation, and I'm just answering what he asks me. After we get out of the airport, the environment shifts to where it feels like we're in some kind of run-down urban area.

The whole atmosphere just breathes that this area is industrialized. As I'm following the Asian man, I noticed that we're walking on some old and faded out wood. There are a few wood houses and stores to the right of us, but I ignore all of them and focus my attention on following the Asian man.

I look to my left, and I see a few more wooden houses, but they are more spread out, and they are high off the ground and supported by some long wooden beams. The ground itself is pretty much light brown and sandy dirty. As I continue to limit my sensory input on the environment more to catch up with the Asian man I'm following, I randomly asked the man if he plays Runescape.

When he responds, he speaks so fast, that I could barely recognize what he said. Instead of saying "pardon me" or "excuse me," I just tried to speak fast too to show that I didn't understand what he declared.

He takes the hint and speaks slowly, and declares, "HaHaIhave0Range." It felt like a weird name to have, and I even repeated it just to make sure I heard him correctly, which I guess I did since he didn't respond back to me for correction. He then asks me what my Runescape username is.

"King Wuggles."

I start to giggle silently because I realized that sounds so silly to admit to someone, and then the man starts laughing more than I did, which compels me to laugh just as loud as him. I continued to block more of the environment I'm in, and it seems it's night time right now.

I'm finally inside the man's house, at least that's what I think I'm in right now. There's a few light sources, both ranging from faded yellow to bright orange, and I think he said that we can play a game on his Nintendo 64.

The moment he mentioned that, I started to have images of outdated graphics in my head, but I figured I might as well be sociable to the guy, since I am staying at his place (apparently).

He turns on the T.V., and it turns out the game that we're playing on the N64 is actually a Basketball game. I didn't really care too much about it, but it was a good time killer. The graphics were actually pretty decent, dare I even say better than actual N64 graphics.

For the game itself, we were playing in an indoor Basketball stadium, and I think some of the characters' heads were a little bigger than their actual body. I think one of the teams we were using were wearing white outfits and long black socks.

I can't remember much of who won or lost, and I could care less. The guy disappears, and I assume he's just going out to get something, and then the dream shifts to where I'm outside again.

It's not night time anymore, but close to it, and I can still see the sun on the horizon. I'm standing on the light brown sandy ground surface I mentioned before when I was following the Asian man. There are a few vehicles that look like your 1960s type of small trucks and cars passing by me.

I wasn't sure how these people were able to distinguish the proper lanes to be on, since I couldn't see any lines that would majorly help with preventing accidents. I see the house that I was in before the dream shift, and I immediately start running to get there.

I see a vehicle coming to my direction going diagonally on my right side, which leads me to assume the driver will keep going that path. I run a little faster from this assumption, and she nearly runs me over.

I pause for a moment, turned around to look back at the idiot trying to run me over, but I knew I couldn't do anything about it. The reason being is that when she was driving, she was either so lifeless to not know where she's going, or she's being too careful to where she's not actually paying attention to the area she's driving at.

I somehow jump up on top of the same house that's elevated through long wooden beams, or maybe I climbed a ladder, not too sure on that. I noticed the dream environment changes into night time again instead of being in the onset of it.

The place is empty, and I'm still outside of the small house. It has a square walkway for you to see things outside before actually going into the house.

After looking around for a little while, I see a HUGE dog that looks like an Alaskan dog, or at least a hybrid of it.

I thought I would feel afraid when it jumped up, but it seems in the back of my mind that I met this dog before. I even presumed that this was the Asian man's pet as well, and I tried to get its attention by saying,

"Hey boy!"

But it doesn't pay attention to me, it simply passes by me and jumps down where I went up. I felt a little disappointed because the dog had this energy that it could be playful and fun to be around. As soon as it jumps off the place I went up, it's like the bottom area was saturated with darkness, and I could not visualize where the dog was going to go.

This prompts me to go back inside of the small house, since it's getting a little too dark out here. Everything is quiet, and I walk a little bit to hear someone talking. The voice sounds like teenager girl, maybe 16 years of age, or at least close to my age of being 18.

By the sound of things, she's arguining with her mother, or an older relative. I can't recall her visage well enough unfortunately, but I do remember her wearing a small green hoodie jacket with fairly long strings on the sides to tighten or loosen it.

She had long and beautiful Platinum Blonde hair. I see there's some food on the table she has her hand resting on, and as I get closer to her, I hear the sounds of the older relative yelling at her. I finally glance over to see that it's a tall redheaded lady.

She's wearing a long green or gray jacket. She has glasses on, and she has a fancy hairstyle. It's hard to describe it, but here goes. From her forehead, the hair is slightly cut off to be in a straight form, and then the sides of her are short, but both of them have depth and a nice orange shine to them.

She immediately silences herself when she sees me, probably because it felt awkward to continue yelling while a guest is here. I actually felt I was in the wrong house, but the mother of the girl didn't seem to mind my presence here. The mother seems to be embarrassed that I heard her yell at her daughter, and she turns around probably to go into house clothing.

After that small drama, I look at the food near the girl on the table. It seems to be some huge sausage with hot dog buns made with white flour. It's inside of a small paper tray, so I guess they went out to buy the food. I take a small bite out of it.

I can't remember the taste though, but I guess it must've tasted pretty good.

It realize that we're in the kitchen, and the lights above are the only ones on at the moment. I turn to the girl, placed my hand on her shoulder, and declared to her with confidence,

"You can do it."

She asks me what I meant by this, but by the time I could make a response, I forget what happens next.

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07.20.2012

Cafeteria Round Table (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm sitting down at a round table in a High School I attended before. Everything outside of the range of this table feels blurry, so I let myself focus on what's in range of my peripheral and main direction of vision.

To my left is a girl name Sarah, the same Sarah that accepted my request to sit by her and her friends in lunch, since I moved to that High School in waking life, and needed people to hang around with so I wouldn't look like a social outcast.

I'm wearing long black pants, a gray shirt, and my black winter jacket. Sarah has her attention to me, but it seems I'm ignoring her. I'm still looking at her with my peripheral vision, and it seems she's smiling at me.

She holds this facial expression a little longer until it's just her mouth being neutral. I couldn't say anything to her or the person to the right of me.

The person to the right of me is Joel, someone that used to question why I didn't talk to others in the tennis team in waking life. He's looks depressed....like he usually is. It's time for everyone to leave and go to their next class. As I'm getting out of my chair, there seems to be something in the way of me and Joel's path. I think it's just a small backpack where you just pull the string to tighten it, and I kick somewhere out of the way.

Joel looks down to try and move it, but he sees I already took care of that, and he goes back to looking all depressed and ignoring me again.

I guess this dream was just portraying proof of how quiet I was at the table when I was a senior in High School....oh well.

07.20.2012

Missed Flight and Blind Rage (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a two story house, and right now, I can tell that it's already night time, or at least early morning where it's still dark outside. It feels like I'm at my uncle's house, except with a few modifications to it.

The house, at least the top floor, is a little bigger than normal, because it isn't split off to where there's two different floors, it's just one big floor linking to several rooms. It feels like we went out to some kind of party or at least went to a fancy restaurant.

I go inside a room that's apparently the guest bedroom for me, and I look over to my left to see a Black TV Cable box. I look at the time passively, not really double-checking if it's going to alter. It's in green digital font, and the time was around 5:37 AM or 5:57 AM.

I had a feeling that I had a flight to go that would depart around 7:45 AM I think, and I felt too tired to even care. Bad idea...

As I'm drifting to sleep, I wake up around 7 something AM in the dream, and then the awareness that I'm not going to make my flight back home starts coming back to me. I panic a little, because I would have to contact my father that I couldn't make my flight.

And then I would have to worry on what he's going to say to that, wondering what kept me back and blah blah blah blah blah blah.....

I decided that it can't be helped, so I thought about having it re-booked instead, and I can always tell him later on. I honestly didn't really care too much oh whether or not my father knows I missed my flight because I overslept. I shift my focus back to being in the house, and as I'm getting up, I get another feeling that I was working on two drawings before.

I keep walking on the top floor until I see a table in the middle with two mini sized poster paper with portraits of myself. One drawing was me posed as if I'm drawing something with my head down, and the other one.......I can't remember what it was exactly.

I think I come back to those two drawings, and I look back to the first one I described. I take a good look at it, and the details start becoming more vivid and clear. It looks like I did the drawing myself, and I tried not to touch it too much because it was a graphite drawing, and didn't want the lead smearing on my finger.

I look at the drawing closely again, and I see a blue ink mark.

I get pissed....someone either did this out of spite, or was completely fucking clueless when they wanted to see if a pen had ink in it and needed a paper to test it. My rage gradually builds up, and I feel like I'm grinding my teeth while keeping my mouth closed. I started to make assumptions of who could have done it.


I shift my focus to my Uncle's sons, and I realized that "J" couldn't have done it, since I had a feeling he told me he didn't do it. Then I try to find "D," trying to suppress my rage until the time was right. I calmly ask him if he was the one who marked on the drawing.

I wasn't cognizant of his mother being close to him at the moment, and he told me that he did do it. What made it worse is that he said it in a passive tone, as if it wasn't a big deal at all.


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I don't remember what I said exactly, but I know I screamed at him and asked him what the hell is wrong with him. Then I remember that my Uncle probably heard all of this.

I tried calming down quickly, because I hear my Uncle footsteps. I wasn't worried on how he would respond, it's just that I didn't want him to see me pissed off, since I always had a calm demeanor and respectful tone towards my uncle and his family.

My Uncle comes closer to me and asks me what I would like for breakfast, seems he didn't really hear what I said to "D." I'm still trying to get out of the thought process of worrying that my Uncle would be concerned on why I screamed at D, and after a few seconds, I calmed down completely.

I told my Uncle I would like some Pancakes, and a few other things I can't remember, since I still had my mind on calming down with the mark on the drawing.

My uncle leaves, and then I shift my attention back at "D" and his mother. His mother changes the conversation immediately, and she's talking about something.

This is the part that confuses me, I'm not sure if someone else explains it to her, or if she's explaining it to me. I also have thoughts about missing the airport flight, and I get a mental image of several air planes outside at an airport, and seeing several flags hanging on tilted poles.

I regain focus on the two people in front of me.

I'm going to assume that there's a dream shift now, because things feel out of synch right now.

I believe a blonde female, probably around her early 30s is talking to me on how she paid for college. She declared to me that the funding was based on how well she did in her courses, the higher the grade, the more likely she would receive more funding to pay for tuition and other expenses.

There was a specific scholarship where you had to at least have 3 100s in your current semester of courses, which elevated the difficulty of being eligible for the award in the first place. The blonde female shows me that she was able to get it easily. I think she managed to get 6 100s or something like that.

Okay lady, I'm glad you did well and all that, but I don't see how petting your ego is relevant to adding anything to my own knowledge.....sigh...

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07.20.2012

Old Camera (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I go inside of a room, and it's really dull and boring in here. I see there's a dark brown shelf with a nice wood layering to it. However, the insides of the shelf looked old and dust, and I peek to see what's contained in the shelf.

I think someone is behind me, but I don't pay attention at all of their presence. I see a Camera bag inside, and I immediately take it. I slowly opened it, because I had a feeling something would crawl out, especially if the zipper for the bag was slightly opened to let little critters go in it.

I take the camera out, and this looks like one of those non-digital cameras. That was the initial thought until I turned it on. The screen behind it flashed, and then there's just a blank bright screen that's on. I didn't pay attention to the fact that it wasn't gathering light from the lenses to show its focus.

I look back into the insides of the shelf, and I see a slightly smashed cockroach.

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For some odd reason, even though the camera bag was opposite of the dead cockroach, I didn't want to touch the left side of the Camera, because I had a feeling the cockroach was contained in the bag somehow.

I really can't believe I'm going this far to describe what it was like to take out a camera from a bag.....

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07.20.2012

New Classroom (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I go inside a classroom, and I try to find a seat. There aren't many people there as yet, and when you go into the class by entering it to your right, if you stick you arm out as if you're going to spread both of them out to make a snow angel or something, the seats were parallel to the direction of your arm.

The desks were very flat and gray, with a nice shine to them, seems things are pretty new in this classroom, or the janitors know how to clean well.

I wanted to sit at the back of the classroom, and since there was a weird seat arrangement for a classroom with a small surface area, sitting in the middle wouldn't be ideal, especially if there were seats on both sides of the desk. Then I realized that I never been to this class before, and I look at the teacher, and he's a tall dark skinned man wearing glasses.

I think he glances at me to see who I was, and I take out a paper out of my backpack with my schedule on it to eventually show the teacher. While I'm in the process of picking up my black backpack, I see with my peripheral vision that an Asian girl is looking at me. She looks a lot like one girl on the tennis team I used to be in the last High School I attended.

Let's call her Angelina, since I doubt she's going to find this information in the first place. I don't know why Angelina is paying attention to me, maybe because she didn't expect me to be in the classroom in the first place.

I go up to the teacher, and I quickly hand him my schedule to show proof that this is the right class that I'm in. He nods and acknowledges this, and I go back to choosing a seat. More people start coming in, and some even put their backpacks on the desk and left for a while to confirm that's the seat they wanted.

Damn it, and they took the good seats, especially the seat that was near the door to leave the class. I tried to look for other seats near the side of the door, since there was a better walkway to quickly leave the glass. I guess it's just a habit for me to speculate on this because I wanted to make sure I was early to class a lot in High School.

More people start coming in, and it gets more complicated trying to find a seat, and I didn't want to sit next to people who had a seat saved for their friend. I had no choice but to go to the back section of the seating arrangement, but fortunately, I was able to get a vacant seat that was at the corner of the side with the walkway to the door.

A girl two seats to the right of me is saving a seat that's on the right of me. The girl she's saving the seat for is Hannah, and to my surprise, she looks exactly like the Hannah I had for my World history class when I was a sophomore in High School. Hannah has her hair tied back, and she's wearing a pink shirt that looks like the ones cheerleaders in high school would wear to show school spirit or something.

After everyone finds their new seat, the teacher begins by having these helmet parts handed out to us. You know those small race cars you have to turn the gear constantly, and then let it go on a flat surface to make it drive automatically until the gears you turned reached their end?

It felt like being in Pre-K or something, and the teacher's impatience with the class not following his instructions for this weird assignment made it even more hilarious, at least it was when I'm recalling it. One helmet part had a mini ramp going down or up, I can't remember, it was like a slide.

We had to attach this helmet on our heads, and somehow arrange the racing car on top, turn the gears a bit, and then wait for it to land on the desk from the ramp it's on. Weird assignment, and it would've been fun if the teacher didn't go bi-polar on us.

I don't remember anything after that, but I do remember a dream fragment related to High School.

I'm walking in the hallway, and it seems it must be break time for students with a specific schedule. Everyone is hanging out with their friends by the lockers on the sides of the hallway, and I hear someone say "Brandon."

I didn't pay attention to them, because I felt it wasn't meant for me, but every time they said "Brandon," it was as if someone was yanking an invisible chain on my ankle, tempting me to turn around to see who it was.

That's all I remember. I guess the recall is okay, considering I woke up to do some small things that kind of skewed the recall a bit. I really do need to get into the habit again of only focusing on writing my dreams, and completely eradicating all logic of daily life when I have that opportunity of not being distracted at all.

07.19.2012

Airport Sushi (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm outside preparing myself to go inside one of the planes in an Airport area. There are a few people going on the plane as well. The sky is light gray, feels like it's either going to rain, or maybe it's early morning.

I follow along with the group of dream characters, just to make I don't miss my flight that's right there in front of me. An elderly man that looks a lot like a tennis coach I used to have is here to direct us inside the plane I believe.

He had gray hair, wore one of those safety vests on top of his long-sleeved shirt, wore long pants, and was Caucasian. He didn't really talk much, and I can only recall him using hand gestures. Before we follow his instructions, a gust of wind hits me and everyone else all over, and I realized that this must be generated by the plane that's actually being operated at the moment.

I ignored how dangerous that was, and then finally went inside some small building to get ready to go on the plane. I go inside, and the building feels empty. The building's composition is glass all over, even for most of the doors. There are escalators both going down and up, and I follow the dream character instead of waiting for the others to respond.

It seemed the path we're going to would lead to boarding on the plane. I knew who the person was that I'm following. I only saw the back of his body, but his hair alone was enough for me to know.

He had blonde hair, slightly dirty blonde hair, wore a fancy black polo shirt, and khaki or a really light gray long pants. He probably wore a light brown or black dress shoe. Oh, and let's call him Con.

As I'm waiting for the escalator to send me all the way up, Con wastes no time to start skipping, even when there's no rush to reach the boarding area. I start to do the same, and then we have to walk a little before going down on an escalator.

I didn't wait for this one to carry me down either, I just started skipping the steps and finally reached the bottom.

I hear two females talking to each other, and I believe they're wondering how they are going to find their seats or something, I just assumed they were completely clueless based on the tone of their voices.

I think the dream shifts to where I'm finally on the plane, but for me, this feels like I'm in a mini-hotel or something. Instead of analyzing the environment around me, I just take advantage of the bed or chair I'm sitting on and just relax.

There's a female asking us if we would like something to eat, because they have a lot of food to offer. I didn't want to go at first, but I finally got up and followed the lady to the right on my right. The flooring is mostly dark red carpet, and maybe dark blue at some other rooms as well.

Things felt luxurious for me when I saw all of the food on the table. The foods that caught my attention the most were various Sushi and chopped up chicken breasts. I get a bowl, and I believe it's a red ceramic bowl.

I guess it makes sense for me that it's red, especially since I used a red ceramic bowl for eating cereal yesterday.

I don't hesitate at all while I'm adding stuff to the bowl, I took a lot of what looks like the Sushi and the chopped up (and cooked) chicken breasts. The chicken breasts had a very light brown color.

I most likely went back to my fancy room, still not cognizant on whether it's a hotel, airplane, or even both at the time.

I think I'm called again if I would like more food, and I think I follow another lady for more to eat.

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07.19.2012

Sinoblak (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm talking to Sinoblak on the Dream Views forums, something related to our dreams. All I was paying attention was her avatar and name, everything else went out of focus for me.

Except when she posted about shifts or something in our dreams or something like that.

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07.19.2012

Cookieh and Oblivious Searching (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I did a WBTB before I recalled these sets of dreams, which is why my recall for everything right now is okay.


I'm waiting for a train to come, and while I'm being passive in paying attention for it to come, the train is already halfway through. I still have a little distance to make one final dash.

I tried doing a curved dash, like moving away from the plane while running, and then turning to the right to leap and hopefully get a grip on the bar on the back of the train, but I failed.

I had some feeling that I shouldn't be on the tracks, but I saw at least one person walking near the tracks to go up the stairs somewhere. And the actual tracks themselves, I thought it would be dangerous to step on them because I thought it would be an electrical hazard.

I step over the tracks, nothing bad happens. I get out of the train station, and randomly walk around, trying to find some place to go. I don't know why I wanted to take the train I just missed, but now that I'm in a huge conflict with not knowing where it was going in the first place, it's very hard to find any kind of guidance in the dream.

I think I run a little bit, looking over to my right at the skies. I think I see some huge city skyscrapers, and decided that I should find a way to head over there. While I'm running, or just power walking, I think I'm going into a section with various warehouses and storage garages.

There are a few teenagers, maybe around the ages of 16-18, and they look like Skater posers or something, based on how they dressed themselves, and how most of them are practically skinny.

But this was a rushed rationalization based on what I saw from my peripheral vision, or at least when taking a 1 second glance at them approaching my direction, but not necessarily to talk to me or anything.

I started to develop a fear that they were coming after me though, since I'm all alone in a random section with warehouses and storage garages outside, I just couldn't help it. I ran a little bit faster, and then the feelings of fear eventually faded away.

I don't know where I ran, but now it seemed I'm finally in an area with some people to start asking questionings too. The first person I talk to is red-headed. Her hair is somewhat long, almost reaching her shoulders.

I assume this person is Cookieh, just because of other features I've noticed that matched the real one. (And I mean that in a non-creepy way).

I asked the Cookieh look-a-like a question, most likely relating to where the hell I am at the moment. She looked a little depressed for some reason, and I asked her if she can give me a ride to somewhere that I can't remember. She's still looking down, and I guess I just take that as a "no."

I don't think she wanted to talk to anyone with the state she was in. I open a glass door to go into a building, and I get some kind of mental flash that someone posted a picture of a nipple on the Dream Views forum.

And because of that, I had some reflex that basically made me think, "YOU CAN'T POST NIPPLES ON DREAM VIEWS!!!!!"

I take a look at the animated nipple in my mind, and it's oozing out so much breast milk, and the fact that it's not attached to anyone's body freaks me out a bit. After that random episode, I think I ask someone else for directions.

I can't remember if it was a male or female, but they pointed to the sky. I look up, and they mentioned about how I could go to some big company to get more information on what to do next. The same finger that was pointing up was geared towards some huge building being held by some large machine crane, ready to drop it at its new location.

Seeing a building lifted up like that was pretty cool, but also scary because with dream logic and all, it could end up pretty bad if it fell somewhere else.

The dream shifts to where my perspective changes to where I see myself walking to someone.

While I'm in this spectator first person view, I see gray hair to my left, and then realize it's an old lady, and apparently, she's the owner of whatever section I'm in. I shift my perspective back to the dream body of myself that I was previous contained in, and the lady continues to declare that I could go anywhere but near her and her daughter.

I don't know what she thought I was going to do to her daughter, but I think I remember seeing the daughter at some point in the dream. She was hot, but it's not like I was going to sexually assault her or something.

After the old lady gave me the freedom to walk around this city, and by the looks of where I am, either the city is just naturally dark, or maybe it's night time in the city.

I don't remember what I do next though.

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07.19.2012

One-Fifth Monster (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can't remember much, but I think I'm fighting, or getting close to fighting a random monster. I don't know its name, but someone declares that it gives 1/5 Retribution or something like that.

Guess it was some kind of RPG-esque kind of dream.

Another one!!! Yay, I was supposed to be done with this weeks ago. Then I decided I might as well finish it today.

Maybe I can find some old dream in this huge dream journal of mine to draw next. Or maybe I can just wait until I have a dream worth spending hours over. xP

Here's the link to the old entry: http://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/link...ch-sand-30934/

Spoiler for Click Here for entry with the drawing :D:

Fighting Krauser (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dream 1: Fighting Krauser from Resident Evil 4

The dream is out where I'm given advice on something for Metal Gear Solid. I hear some music playing which seems to sound like the song,"Cavern", in Metal Gear Solid 1.

The advice was kind of small, but pretty useful in terms of knowing which areas you already went to. It told me that the new stairs that you go up towards have this sort of new shine to them, and stairs you already when to, they would appear blank and look dull.

It also mentioned how that if you're found out, the boss will know you'll be coming after them, while if you managed to sneak attack, they would barely notice you; they were showing a clip of someone sneaking behind Albert Wesker who was typing on a keyboard in some front, which kind of felt odd if this was supposed to be Metal Gear Solid related.

This advice was common sense, but I guess helpful anyway for those who never played a stealth game.

I go up the stairs a bit, and go into this hallway, and I could tell I'm going to face a boss here. The door closes, and the flooring has a white shine to it, so taking the advice from what was mentioned above, I obviously wasn't here before.

I see some entity that looks like Albert Wesker from Resident Evil, but his back is facing me. I don't know what happens, but I do know I leave the other door he was in, and I was back at the enclosed area with white flooring and white all over basically.

Then I see a figure that looks familiar, I can't really tell if it's Albert Wesker or Krauser because all sorts of colors flowing on this person's body to where you only see the outlines of their figure.

Then the colors start to fade away, and it really is Krauser. At first, I didn't really feel anything in this non-lucid, except for the fact that I had nothing to do but ONLY feel nothing, so that I wouldn't screw this encounter, because I know if it's Krauser, I better think QUICKLY to kill this guy.

He was in his fully developed mutated arm blade, and I immediately knew what to do, shoot the fuck out of him before tries to stab me.

I knew I had to aim for the legs, because his Arm Blade would cover his entire chest region, so shooting the legs would make him fall and crouch down, exposing his chest for a few seconds before he makes another quick flip and defend himself again.

I started to shoot him in the legs, then his chest, then I quickly crouched down to shoot his legs again, and basically repeated this process until he's killed.

I killed him way quicker than this person did because I was just as fast as Krauser since I was able to crouch down really fast and go back up and shoot his chest with automatic weapon to the point where he only had 1-2 seconds to actually make a move on me lol.

Instead of him using a flash grenade to escape in the video, he actually died this time.

07.18.2012

Spectral Sigil (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm taking a shower, and as I'm busy cleaning myself, random items start coming out of the little hole on the bottom of the bath tub.
One of them was a Spectral Sigil from Runescape.

And with my horrible logic, I almost screamed like a girl because I thought I was going to be rich! It didn't really look like a Spectral Sigil, more of an Arcane, since it was white and transparent, while the actual Spectral Sigil is sort of a light violet color to it.

What's funny is that I did a nose plug reality check, but I sort of half-assed it all. I wonder if I didn't breath all the way because I didn't want this moment to be a dream.


LOL.

The bathroom tub was white, and the lighting in the bathroom had a light yellow glow to it. This felt a lot like the bathroom of a house I used to be in.

I'm heading out of the bathroom with my Spectral Sigil, just waiting to somehow sell it in the Grand Exchange in Runescape, even though it's physically impossible to transfer something in this virtual reality into a virtual game within a dream. Wait what?

And even if I could, it would be Real World Trading....hahahaha (Real World Trading is where you use cash in real life to buy items or coins in the game, or when you sell the in-game cash for in real life cash; that's something Jagex doesn't want others to do).

I know one person who's account is worth at least $1,500 USD, but this was maybe 2 years ago. It's probably up by maybe $3,000 USD, just from a game. O.O

I think everything is going to be just fine, until the Corporeal Beast shows up. I almost fainted at the size of this thing, and it was a cartoon version of the Beasts, with some 3D structure though. It was focusing only on me, and for some reason, I turned on Protect from Magic....

LOL, I can do all these things when non-lucid, but not when I am lucid....

I'm running everywhere I can, trying to dodge the the white forms of energy blasts it keeps spewing out to me. And there were some parts where I see a girl in a towel, an anime look who has her mouth open and is running around instead of me.

I think she looked like NANA, but I'm not surprised there, since I was watching a few episodes so that I could at least stop on episode 21.

Lucky me, she takes the role now of hiding and dodging the Corporeal Beast. She tries to be clever and and find a way to go under it without being crushed by its claws, and she barely manages to do that. The Corporeal Beast's logic was a bit slow, but it started to pick up on its mistakes.

Then some random anime dude with wings comes in to save Nana I think? I'm not sure anymore if it's the guy who saved her.

I believe he wore some type of red outfit, his face was brown, and his hair was probably dark brown. Then I think a purple anime guy with long hair was his back up or something. This one wore a gray outfit with different shades of it, and he had more of an Apricot skin tone.

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07.18.2012

Alyzarin Sings? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm close to Alyzarin, but I still can't see her face, just a bit of her long and curly and wavy hair hanging over her breasts. What's funny about the face being cut off is that I couldn't see myself either, but I knew it was me though....

I believe I held her forearms, trying to tell her something, but I couldn't hear her at all. I ask her to write on some paper, maybe for her autograph? xD

I think she gets a microphone, and starts to sing. I still couldn't hear anything, but I think the expression on my face was surprised when she started to sing.

Maybe she's a good singer? =P

07.17.2012

Eating Lunch and Saincara (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a family's house, and apparently it's the family of a man in waking life called Mo. That's not his full name, but let's go with that.

It seems outside is either early morning or early afternoon, because it's fairly bright. Maybe it's too bright for a reason, so that I would focus on the interior of the house more. There's a shiny wood flooring I'm standing on, and furniture, the objects, and the house itself are very realistic.

There's isn't a Half-Life 2-esque kind of graphic style that I normally see, it's real just like in waking life. Mo is trying to get his family to come together to eat with me, and it feels like this meal would be my last in the house for the time being.

I think I explore the house a little more in the mean time, but I can't remember all that I did. I think I went to a closet to decide which shirt and pants to wear.

I'm not sure if this experience that I'm going to mention is a separate dream, but it felt connected with this dream.

As I'm trying to decide what clothes to wear in the guest bedroom, I see some activity outside through the window on my right. I see three characters from Code Lyoko.

Ulrich was wearing a shirt, with a small dress shirt opened on top of it. He was trying to confess his love for Yumi, and after a bit of stuttering, he finally tells her that he loves her. I assumed Yumi would say she loved him as well, but she just stands there with her eyes wide opened.

Ulrich is still waiting for her to acknowledge his confession, and Yumi finally takes one step back and shakes her head. She couldn't say anything back to him and runs away. Sissy, the third character that's outside, gets near Ulrich to console him.

I can't really tell if Ulrich feels bad, to me, it felt like he knew Yumi wasn't ready for that confession, even though they had many many many MANY MANY MANY moments in the actual show that they had feelings for each other.

Then I believe the environment shifts a bit, and I'm not even sure if this fragment belongs here, but oh well, here goes.

There isn't anyone outside at the moment, there's just a gray bench, and how it's represented is just like the Code Lyoko art style, so I guess it looks like it's painted, but it's still realistic, just a bit. While I'm staring at the bench and the rest of the environment outside, I hear two people talking.

I focus on one point in the environment outside, and then blank out on the rest, then I see subtitles on the bottom of the area I'm looking at. The two men talking, even though I can't see where they are right now, are talking about some kind of Camp located in Africa.

The man declares about a location called the Saincara? Something along those lines, and then the guy tries to correct him by saying, "Don't you mean the Sahara?" The other guy confirms that he's not confusing it with the Sahara, and he goes on to explain that it's some lost location on the map, and that it was sort of like a camp for a specific group of people.

After that little soap opera and Saincara (I think it's really Saincara he said now, but I won't go too much into it), I shift my attention back to the closet, I finally decided what I wanted to wear! I already had a plain white shirt on, it looked like it felt tight on me. I wanted to wear a dress shirt on top of it opened. The sleeves were a little longer than the usual dress shirt, maybe 3-4 inches more.

I decided I should fold the edges up a little bit, and then it felt uncomfortable, so I unfolded them. I go down stairs, and I see the family of Mo are waiting for me and one other random person. I sit down, and there's some random blonde guy, who seems to be their butler or something, and is handing out their food.

He's a fairly tall man, blonde hair, but he looked a little too old to still have nice hair. He's wearing a fancy dark blue dress shirt that's buttoned up, slim light blue jeans, and a very enthusiastic expression towards everyone.

He manifests the plates out of nowhere, for all I know, he could've just pulled them out of his ass or something.........

But no one cared, so I conformed and decided to not worry about it either. I forget what he serves to Mo, his wife, and his daughter, but I do know that they were completely random food objects. When he serves my plate to me, it's basically Guacamole and Chips. While he was putting the plate in front of me, he said the meal's name in what seemed to be in a French Language.

Must be from all the French talk during my vacation.

I look at the plate for a while, it's a dark blue plate, and the Guacamole looks like it's LEGIT Guacamole, with some bell peppers chopped up, and some decent corn Tortilla Chips. Before we could actually eat, Mo and his family prepare for grace.

Now, I may be putting a stereotype here, but I don't think this type of family would be one to use Grace with their cultural beliefs...but whatever...

Mo is to the right of me, and his wife is to the left of me. He closes his eyes, and she does as well, and they both spread their hands out to me. It takes me a while to understand what they're doing, and then I realized they're saying Grace. I quickly held their hands, and put my head down to listen to what Mo was saying.

Within 5-10 second, he's already finished with declaring Grace. He says something at the end like, "Thank you God." etc etc., probably for the food on the table.

I take one chip and scoop a huge load, since I didn't get a lot of chips in the first place.

The Guacamole almost tastes exactly like the one I had in a Hispanic Restaurant in College Station or Bryan, Tx. It still felt bland, but I ate it anyway, and once I'm done eating, I say, "Excuse Me."

Seems no one here cares about anyone having basic table manners....oh well. I pick up my plate, and I head over to the sink and put it in there. I see a small plate filled with some Ginger Ale. Eradicating all basic logic in my mind that it's supposed to be in a bloody cup, I take it and drink it.

I felt the fizz swirling in my mouth, and it tastes pretty good, very refreshing. I try to look to see if the wife was looking at me, because I wanted to pour more Ginger Ale on the plate. I did my best to make it look like I'm looking at something else, and tried to use my peripheral vision to make sure I wasn't trying to do the obvious.

Seems she's still busy eating, and I guess I was just being paranoid in trying to get another shot of Ginger Ale. I pour it out slowly, and drink it a little slower this time, since I couldn't have a lot on the small plate.

I forget what I did next, but I believe the dream after this one somehow correlates to this one.

But about the Saincara thing, I don't have a lot of background on it, but based on what I read and searched, it involves something about how desire is born and grows.

Hmmm....my desire for what exactly?

I have several "desires," but I never really fulfill them, or at least don't think that I can.

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07.17.2012

Public Bathroom (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It feels like this dream was a continuation of the previous one, so I presume that after I left Mo's house, I'm inside a Public Restroom. The flooring is light gray, the walls are dark gray, and the ceiling itself is probably light gray as well.

The bathroom stalls are dark gray, so even though things are a bit bland for a bathroom, it contrasts pretty well. I see a man wearing a dark gray jacket and hat (like the hats that Mafia members wear) and shiny black shoes. He goes into a bathroom stall, and something about that guy bothered me.

He wore glasses, looked like he was in his 50-60s, and he was holding his hand with his left hand, and using his right hand to cover up the opening of the jacket he didn't button up all the way.

Maybe he was just preparing to take them off when he was going in the bathroom stall, but because he held that position with his hands before he even reached 1 feet away from it, it felt suspicious to me.

By this time, I do my business and get out of the bathroom.

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07.17.2012

Hot Sweaty Sex (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Spoiler for 18+:

The fact that I know I have god knows how many perverted and debauchery acts repressed in my mind, and how my dreams are slowly exhibiting these very very very very very perverted and enticing dreams, but doesn't let me participate in them, it just.....it just makes me feel horrible when I wake up, because I know my day is going to be boring and so full of shit.

I......I.............come on, at least try to nullify the self-hatred I'm going through right now with some sex subconscious, even if I never had it. :c

I immediately become lucid the moment I see two women on top of each other. I mean come on, if I'm non-lucid for someone as hot as that, especially since I did a WBTB before this dream occurred, there would be something wrong with me.

Anyway, the girl on top is a blonde, a skinny blonde, but looks very hot, at least to me. She looks exactly like Catherine, the succubus in the game, "Catherine."

Hm.....succubus desires starting to show up slowly for me....

She's gliding herself up and down a female with green hair....hmm...and it looks kind of like the hairstyle of Shion from Higurashi, which leads me to believe that this is Alyzarin.

It's because Shion automatically makes me refer to Alyzarin because she talks about her and loves Shion's laugh.

The blonde that looks like Catherine is taking complete control of Alyzarin, who is in awkward position, but she can't help but close her eyes and enjoy the ride Catherine is giving her as she's rubbing her clitoris against Alyzarin's.

Alyzarin/Shion just......omg...lol....She has her eyes closed the whole time, with her mouth open. I can't hear if she's moaning, all I see is that Catherine is obviously the top in this kinky relationship.

And while I'm watching, I feel some squishy stuff from my crotch.

Uh.......................

I didn't really bother to focus on that until I just typed it. Then the perspective changes to where I see the heads of Catherine and Alyzarin. The rest of their body is following the horizon, which makes it look like the bodies are far away.

Catherine is just giving Alyzarin a good time, she even somehow gets her nipples to graze against Alyzarin's/Shion's, and Aly/Shion still has her mouth opened and eyes closed.

Catherine starts sweating more because she's doing all the work, and then maybe 15 seconds after that, the dream fades away.

Like, it fades, and then disappears like a vortex sucked it in.

NO YOU COME BACK CATHERINE AND ALYZARIN, THIS IS NOT FAIR

THIS IS NOT FAIR AT ALL

I.....THIS IS MESSED UP

The whole dream itself, I'm glad I saw everything, but how it ended, and the process of it being ended is what pissed me off. I mean, I can deal with the dream fading because of my excitement and all that, but when it ends like someone is saying, "That's all you're going to see," it makes me wake up with more self-hatred than I had before!

Just.........whatever.

07.16.2012

Almost Lucid (Note)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was drifting into sleep from waking up from the alarm. I remained still, and then I start seeing some illogical patterns show up, my eyes almost opened from this, but I kept them shut. I don't know what happens next.

False awakening most likely, but I can't remember.

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07.16.2012

Alyzarin has a Facebook (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Alyzarin links me to a random facebook account she made. She used some random photo of some cartoon, it looked like a chibi version of some random anime character. I added her, and then I saw part of what she looked like.

She was wearing big black sunglasses, and the photo itself was cut off to where I only saw her right side, like just the top right side of her visage.

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07.16.2012

Playing Runescape and Mario (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm playing Runescape on a PC rather than a laptop. I even see myself playing it as well. But then it started to turn into a different game, or a mix of a different game. It has some Runescape Elements, then felt like playing a 3D Nintendo Mario game.

I remember having to click on a dark spot at a desert area. A large Desert Strykewyrm (http://runescape.wikia.com/wiki/Desert_strykewyrm)



) pops open, and I forget how I killed it. After a while the environment changes to an icy region.

I didn't see any Ice Strykewyrms though, I only remember random players and magers coming in to get ready to mage them though. A lot of people were wearing Dark Mystic Robe tops along with other mage gear, and I didn't realize until later when I woke up that the small V like structure on the Dark Mystic Robe top (before it was updates) was green rather than red.

Then I think the environment changes one more time, and there's just wood flooring. I think I'm controlling Dr. Mario with a keyboard again.

07.15.2012

Alyzarin Grinds Me? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Alyzarin told me that she grinded me before, and when she told me that, I see what seems to be myelf in first person perspective.

Alyzarin looked like an anime girl, I believe she had light violet hair, green/white panties that were pulled down near her thighs, and she's getting ready to grind my penis.

But again, the dream doesn't go all the way, it only shows me some anime girl near my penis, and I'm not even sure if this is my penis anymore.

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07.15.2012

Giochemistry (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Ha ha ha, way for my mind to TROLL on me. This dream had to happen because I'm worried that I won't be able to get the right courses in for my major. Either my mind is telling me that changing my class to fit my Biochemistry degree is no problem at all when I have to set up an appointment with my adviser, or maybe it's just trolling me.

I'm inside the house with my father, it seems that it's early morning, because the silk curtains covering the blinds aren't emitting the bright and natural lighting from outside. There are a lot of clothes stacked on the couch and sofas in the living room, though I didn't pay much attention to this.

I told my father that I'm ready to go (to go for for what?). He asks me if I'm sure,

"Yes."

Then something came into mind right after I sai that, I had an image of some screen or paper saying that I need to finish one of the few steps before I can register for classes or something. Apparently, all I had to do was giving my home address, probably just the apartment address that I'll be residing this year, and then the system is going to give me options to choose some classes to switch, without setting up an appointment.

The options were:

"Giochemistry" (Lmao, what the hell is that? What's funny is that G is diagonal to "B" on a QWERTY keyboard.....this feels like a mind TROLL

Something medicine, one Genetics course, and something else I can't remember. The Giochemistry that I thought was supposed to be Biochemistry is what caught my attention the most.

I quickly collect my thoughts back again, and I quickly asked my father what's the maximum or latest time he can reach there. Damn it, reach WHERE?

He declared something, but I forget what it was, guess it wasn't really that important. I go back to spacing out by lookng at the screen coming into mind again, and I have to finish this application until 7 something (I don't know if it's PM or AM though, even if the dream setting looked like it was in early morning.

I think I look at my laptop (THERE WE GO, I'm looking at a laptop now instead of seeing things like I'm crazy) for the time, and it's 6:52 something....

I have a little "mini-heart attack", and then I quickly calmed down because it would just make it worse with a worried mind. Then for some reason, something in my mind tells me that I forgot to set my timer an hour back.

What's funny is that the moment I typed that in the dream journal system made by Banhurt, I realized my actual laptop in waking life is set 1 hour after Texas' Central time.....LOL....guess mind isn't trolling on me, I just had to pay attention........yay me for actually making use of the dream!!!!!

Now that I realized this, it's only 5:52 something, so this makes things WAY easier. I believe the dream skips a bit, since entering a few addresses wasn't that hard. But before the dream does that, I remember the section for the addresses involving two planes.

Not airplanes, planes like Astral planes, you know, dimensions and all that totality of infinties....hmm...

I can't remember the two new planes shown to me, and maybe I'm confusing this with "lanes," but still, something tells me these are some kind of dimensional planes I could access in a dream.

By this time, I ignore my father, not worrying if he's waiting for me to get ready. I think I finally switched two classes, and everything is okay.

At least in the dreaming world....not waking life....I hope I can drop and add classes like that so quickly.

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07.15.2012

Running on Track Field (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The dream setting is set to early morning, no surprise there with homologous variation and all that. (Stephen Berlin's usage of that word in his Youtube videos is starting to become addicting to use now =P).

There's a small boy, and he looks like a elementary/middle school friend I had in waking life. Let's call him Clearance, since I doubt he'll even remember me, or even know about Dream Views. Clearance is wearing one of those sports powerhouses shirts, the ones that are so tight to make you look fit, when it's just there to be some kind of stripper clothes accessory for males. xD

The outfit is red, and he's wearing black and tight long sports pants, I don't even try to look there, just too disturbing. He's jogging a little, adn then he stops a little to walk. The track field is red-orange, with the white marks as lanes.

I think I tell him I can run at a certain pace, and I believe it was either 240+ kmph or 240+ mph. I think Clearance starts running to see if what I'm saying is true. He runs a little faster, and I have trouble catching up to him.

I'm almost catching up to him, but I forget what happens next.

07.12.2012

Pissing off my Father (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I think I'm in a bedroom with my father, and I start to gradually piss him off by just telling him how much he doesn't pay attention to what he says to me.

I don't know why there's any point in me doing this honestly, but the more I tell him off without him being able the respond, the more he starts bottling up his emotions. But I keep picking his brains some more, and he can't contain himself anymore. He doesn't do anything to me, all he can do is just stand there.

I think he takes out a few belts, and I just stand there for a while to see what's going to happen. I have my hands to my hips for a while staying quiet, then I got bored and left him.

I think I see my mother, lol, and it seems she eavesdropped on the conversation, and she remained quiet. I didn't really need to say anything to her, it's like she was just a filler for this dream or something. My father didn't say anything to me after I told him off.

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07.12.2012

Party in Classroom (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm sitting in a class that has seats set up on an upwards slope. It felt a little awkward, but the seats were securely attached to the slope. I sit there for a while doing something, probably listening to random students converse with each other.

Then I decided to leave for a little bit for something. When I came back, it seems it's a party in here, I hear some music that's fit for some kind of mini-rave party, and I think I even see a disco ball floating around somewhere, or maybe it's just me.

I had a mental map of which seat I was sitting in before I left, and someone takes my spot. I didn't mind, and found another vacant seat.

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07.12.2012

Cooking in the Computer (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I walk into a classroom that I used to be in middle school before, and I see a group of people getting ready to play some cards. My middle school Science teacher was there as well, so I guess everyone was finished with finals for him to allow something like that.

I get closer to these group of people, and then I think my Science teacher suggests I should try out some online Cooking Session, something like that. I didn't really pay attention to the computer monitor, and something about the teacher made me feel weird.

07.11.2012

Gunfight and Fashion Assassination? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I took two tablets of Halls Cherry Cough Drops, each containing 9.8 mg of Menthol. I woke up with an erection, so I guess that's because I had a REM cycle or something like that. I doubt it was the Menthol though.

I can't remember any romantic or sexual dreams unfortunately, and I believe I slept for 3-5 hours. I slept around 1-3 AM, and woke up around 6:30 AM-6:45 AM Canada time. (So one hour ahead compared to Texas time).

I'm sucking on two more tablets because I'm going to attempt an WBTB, each 9.8 mg of Menthol as well.

In case anyone is wondering why I remember so much, it's because I closed my eyes and tried not to think about daily life (though it still was on my mind a few times, but I guess I can get away with that by trying to keep up a daily draem journal that helped with recall tremendously....even though I'm still a newbie compared to some great people with amazing recall like Hyu, Melanieb, Kaomea, and such.

The color of the atmosphere was orange, so the sun must be now setting at the time in the dream.

I'm standing outside in a field, the whole dream is blurry, everything is a rush. I'm frantically trying to avoid men who have costumes like the common enemies that I forget the name of, but the outfit itself was the black version of it.

It wasn't exactly like it, but it didhave some features of it. The grass was very high in this dream, it was a faded brown, and looked like wheat. It probably was as high as to reach my chest. While I'm escaping, I have moments where I'm walking backwards and shooting at random people in the same black outfits.

I'm using an Assault Rifle on one enemy, and I feel like I'm not damaging him at all. For some reason, I feel as if I get some logic in and realize I have to aim the guy at the guy instead of just firing out of range.

The gun sounds were diluated and slow, probably because some moments of gun fighting were literally in slow motion. This created augmented pitches of bullets being fired, and I believe I die a few times in the dreams, but had a dream resets each time.

I finally reach a dead end, and I quickly turn around, things get a little faster, but not too fast, normal-paced now. I see a black helicopter coming in my direction, and I feel like the person inside is trying to shoot me. I quickly aim my guy and the window, but I couldn't see anything beyond that.

Then I did something crazy, I literally zoomed in to the window naturally. I don't know if it's because I'm still feeling the adrenaline from having to avoid and kill some enemies, random luck, or just a natural skill I never paid attention to.

The insides of the window of the helicopter went from blurry to crystal clear. Things went in slow motion again as I'm preparing to shoot the man in the helicopter with my new zoomed in HD vision skill. I think the helicopter crashes, but it doesn't explode or anything, it just grazes the ground hard and is probably stopped by a wall.

The dream shifts to where there are several men and myself inside of what seems to be like an old-fashioned garage. Things still feel sketchy for me at the time. I have a feeling I have to start shooting these men before they shoot me.

There's a man looking in front of me, he has brown hair, looks like he's in his late 30s, early 40s. He's wearing a jacket, probably gray or a faded swampish green one that does all the way down his ankles or knees I believe. He's wearing some bland shirt and pants as well.

I presume they were gray too, his visage is what I remember better, since I am aiming my gun at it.

Back to his face for a moment, it felt animated, like a Oblivion/Skyrim-esque type of animation to it. I believe he had brunette hair, or a very dark red hair, and his facial composition was wide and cheeky.

He was probably chubby based on his facial composition, but the jacket and everything gearing my attention towards his head instead made it difficult to analyze more before I shot him.

As I'm getting ready to shoot him, he opens his eyes in shock, and I believe he says something like,

"No.....he can't do that!!!"

Too late. Bullet pierced right into his forhead. There's probably a 2-3 second delay time for me to collect my thoughts, and for the other men around us to react to this as well.

I feel there's a dream reset here, because the man I shot in the head was in front of me again. Maybe I was shot somewhere after shooting him the first time.

I aim my gun again, but this time it's a slightly different weapon. It's a semi-automatic I believe, and I aim for the guy's head again. Same reaction he gives me, and he dies.

I don't see his head being splattered on the floor, just a bullet wound that gets pierced into his head deeply again. I believe the dream resets again at some point, but I'll just skip those because it'll just lead to confusion on the recall.

After I kill the same guy in front of me, I believe I shoot the other one to the right in front of me as well after he heard the gunshot. There's one guy on the left of me, and I threw a cold water bottle at him as a distraction.

I see that there's an open entrance to some random room within the garage, and as I'm getting ready to get out of there before things get sporadic, I lied to the man and said there's a bomb inside of it.

I don't really wait to hear his reaction, but seeing as a lied, no explosion happened.

This part gets weird, I'm in the mental conflict of whether or not I've shapeshifted (dang it Alyzarin!!!) or if I'm inside the body of someone else other than myself, or if I'm watching someone move around.

The girl that I feel I'm the embodiment of looks a lot like Azula from the Avatar. She has the agility like Tai Lee, but then again, Azula herself is in a completely different league than Tai Lee with her tact and all that.

I honestly believe I'm Azula right now, and this is still occurring in the same dream too. I'm trying to run away from whoever it is that's chasing me. I don't look back at all, and I have to move around these really small gaps that would require someone with a petite structure to even wiggle through fast enough.

And Azula's body is the perfect match. I find it weird that I would take on a female persona....hmm, don't mind at all.

There's definitely someone chasing me, and the person is a female as well. But now I'm confused on whether or not it's Tai Lee from Avatar: The Last Airbender, or another person taking on the visage of Azula.

Both of us are wearing the red outfits in the episode of Avatar where Zuko, Azula, Tai Lee, and Mai were at beach for a temporary vacation while Ozai made plans for his world domnition thing.

I'm moving around, and I feel very flexible and sexy in Azula's body. All the walls are gray, and the flooring is tiled and has either a very light gray or white color with a faded hint of gray.

Sorry if I'm getting to specific with simple things like that, but I need to start paying attention to things like this more.

I'm really high above the ground, and I'm going around corners in this really narrow route I'm taking. It feels like I'm in a maze or something, since I'm constantly going left and right, and having to go back to a certain location to create a mental map of where to go next. There's some areas high off the ground to walk and brace my back against to carefully sidle to the side to here and there during my escape.

But I couldn't just stand there, or rather, have my legs on the sides of the wall to keep myself high off the ground for too long, because the same girl in the red outfit following me has tentacles as arms. These tentacles with really huge suction cups have a light pink color to it on the bottom.

As for the top section of the tentacles, it was probably dark violet, or a very dark shade of pink. She extends her tentacles to my feet, very smart thinking there, and I believe I try to spread my arms out and hold on to the sides of the walls with my hands.

I don't really feel a grip from the tentacles, I feel like I've shifted consciousness to where I'm just a spectator, and the body of mine manages to do some tricky moving to get her feet from the girl's tight grip with her tentacles.

My consciousness is shifted back into Azula's body, and there's finally some surface to walk on, and I believe the female with the tentacle arms is gone now. I see the body that I'm in from a different perspective, and Azula slowly elevates her body upward from being on the ground after trying to get loose from the lady's grip. Then I'm back in a first person view again, and I see some kind of red dress in the center about 10 feet away from me.

To the left of it had some black text on the wall or like the stands where a first place winner would be at the center and higher than 2nd and 3rd place being on the sides.

Anyway, the words were "First .........." something something. I get a feeling that this is some kind of fashion company brand of clothing in front of me. I start formulating that the lady with the tentacles was trying to assassinate me for some reason when I woke up to recall this dream.

DAMN IT! I know I remembered what was the rest of the fashion name brand when I woke up, but it started to fade away too quiickly...ugh......

Something tells me that this was associated with someone I know here on DV....maybe someone is the daughter of some CEO of a prominent fashion company?

Hmmmm, and the color of the red dress being the only set of clothes standing out in the middle reminds me a lot of Kaomea for some reason. But it's probably just all silly stuff, and maybe it's because I was glancing at Soap Operas like the Bold and the Beautiful and the Young and the Restless hours during the afternoon.

Hm....I wouldn't think Kaomea is the daughter of said CEO, so I guess I'll just put this dream as random since I don't like interpreting non-lucids anyway.

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07.11.2012

Wrist Infection (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm sitting down with a group of people, probably all females, and the place is kind of darker than it should be if we'er in a classroom. I can't really pick out distinguishing features of people's visage, but I do notice my father is coming from the back.

He goes up to a random girl that's two seats away from me. He's wearing a grey vest, and he has some hair under his pits. He's sweating a lot, and he has his glasses on.

He's telling her about something on her wrist that she has, probably looks like an infection because there's slightly bigger bump on it. My father disappears, and then the dream shifts to where I see pictures of what I assumed to be the same girl. She was overweight, and I'm not sure if her face was like a mole or something.

I'm sorry, but she wasn't attractive to look at in the first place.

Most of the pictures involved her being in a forest, and her hair was dirty blonde as well. I would say her age was around mid to late 30s.

She mostly wore a big white shirt, probably to conceal unwanted creases of her stomach from showing, and wore black sports long pants.

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07.11.2012

Chopped up Herbs? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Someone helps me chop up some herbs. The dream itself had a Runescape-esque kind of setting to it, but it still was a realistic setting for me.

It feels like I'm walking around a house made of wood, and it's very fancy too.

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07.11.2012

Lucid Sex Attempt Fail (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I took another 2 tablets of the Halls Cough drop, so that's another 19.6 mg before the WBTB.


I don't know how I do it, but something makes me do a nose plug reality check. I was able to breath through, and I had a "wtf" moment when I did realize I was dreaming.

I think I was trying to call out someone's name before I was lucid. The room that I'm in is very bright and has white walls and floors all over. Things are a little blurry, but as soon as I rub my hands a bit, things become vivid now.

For some reason, as I'm headed to exit through a door, my thoughts were,

"Eva's Bedroom"

"Eva's Bedroom"

"Eva's Bedroom"

"Eva's Bedroom"

I kept doing this affirmation until I finally opened the door.

No fucking bedroom, but I do get a garden. It's nice and green, bright and sunny.....DON'T FREAKING TELL ME I'M HAVING A HAPPY DREAM LIKE KAOMEA IS.

WHAT???

NO MAN NOOOO, BEDROOM NOW.

Dream fades before I could decide to do anything else. I feel your pain Kaomea. This really sucks! I think I really was on the verge of a happy dream.

Oh, and as I was waking up, I felt myself on the edge of the bed I'm sleeping on, literally. I convinced myself without thinking to not worry about it, and my body had this urge to just go ahead and lean over, but I knew I would hit the ground, I would most likely fall straight head first in waking life.

But I think this was a false awakening, and I do a nose plug reality check.....but I think this was somewhere between the dream above, because the lucidity was very short, obviously because I was too damn horny to find a bedroom.

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Oh well, still have 5 Cherry flavored Halls tablets, and two more packs with 9 in each, so maybe better results tonight. n_n

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07.11.2012

Ordering Take Out (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I think I'm driving some kind of vehicle, and my mother is to the left of me. I go to where you have to pay first when you made your order. You have to pay in quarters, and the paying medium itself sucks.

It's this close from falling off, and when I do insert a few coins, the slot was in the wrong position, so the quarters were not recognized in the little screen that showed the price in increments each time you put a quarter or whatever small change inside.

I grab the coins out of the awkward spot, and put them inside the right place, and it starts recognizing everything.

I forget what I ordered though.

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07.11.2012

Getting a Job (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I go up to another slot machine, and I wanted to book in confirming that I arrived at the place on time. It said "10:9" or something like that, and I assumed it meant I worked from 10 AM to 9 PM.

But when I looked at my white card with various times on it, it said "9:9." I try to find someone to ask if there's some kind of mistake, and a person finally explains to me what it means, but it still doesn't explain the abnormality. Then I see some short man wearing glasses, a gray suit, a light gray dress shirt underneath, and some long black corporate office style pants.

He looks Indian based on his skin tone, but he has a classic American accent. He elevates his nose and mouth a bit, and I just know he's going to be pissed off. He asks us with a slightly elevated tone on what we're doing here just standing.

Obviously this guy is our boss, and I politely respond to him that I wanted to make sure the amount of hours I'm working is right. He goes back to a normal tone and realizes the situation I'm in. I eventually asked him if I can work part time.

I think he's skeptical at first, but he smiles and says that I can. But I don't think he understood what I requested. I didn't mean part time just for the weekends. I mean part time for everything, and not full time for the week or anything like that.

Ugh......

Glad that was just a dream.

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07.11.2012

Airport Brochures? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Bleh, don't really care much about this dream. I'm inside a building, with white tile flooring. The walls are made of glass, and I think there are some fancy stuff hanging on top, but I'm too busy looking at someone to get the details of what's above.

The girl looks like someone I know in waking life, let's call her Am.

"Am" apparently did something bad in college, don't know the exact reason, but her mother looks ashamed of her. "Am" has to go to the airport to hand out airport brochures, something like that.

Too lazy to tell the rest.

07.10.2012

Nuke Building Infiltration (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This picture is from the Peace Walker game of Metal Gear Solid, but it's the only one that reminds me of the Nuke Building at the moment.

I'm going to focus on the environment and people in the dream, because I honestly don't know why I'm back to infiltration again.

I think I'm going to take Melanieb's advice on paying attention to your environments to make even the shortest dreams pretty long.

I remember standing at an enclosed section, and it's basically an almost perfect replica of the first floor of the Nuke building in Metal Gear Solid 1.

This means that in order for the environment to stay true to the original stage, I couldn't fire any weapons, otherwise the whole place explodes. Which explains why things were a little intense for me.

I had to pay attention to a lot of the guards' movements, sometimes even having to wait it out several times to make sure they didn't have to alter their patrol route.

And like the original stage, there were some floors that I had to be careful stepping on, because if I tried to run, it will make more noise than usual.

Those same floors had some ventilation paddings on them, so they would make that loud "clank clank clank" sound if I were to go over them. I think I was controling Naked Snake, not Solid Snake, because the outfit I/he was wearing was from MGS3, so it couldn't have been Solid Snake.

Hmm....I'm still having that doubt of whether or not I'm controlling someone in a video game, if it's me, or it's both me controlling and being that person simultaneously.

It felt weird for him to have that kind of outfit suited for jungle sneaking in a nuke building. The atmosphere had a slight yellow hue to it, and it was so apparent, it's like I was inhaling and exhaling energy.

The outfit was the generic one in MGS3, the same outfit used when Snake did the HALO jump

The common behaviors for me in this dream were being fearful, because I couldn't let an enemy fire a gun in a nuke building, and the other is a surprise.....I was still calm. I felt a neutrality from my emotions of fear and cautious nature, and I could feel and hear myself breathing for once.

It's just that all I focus on is sight and more specific sounds like gunfire, foot steps, or even people having a conversation, but never anything that I'm exhibiting like breathing, etc.

After I figured out the guards' movements, I think things fast forward a little bit.......literally. It was like watching a video clip on some kind of survival stimulation, it was crazy, I was so close to one of the guard's backs, that the only reason I could do that is if I knew this area inside and out.

I think this is why the dream itself fast forward like crazy.

I think the reason I had this dream, was probably because of my desire to meet my eternal self, or just to go to the Akashic Records again.

But what I don't understand is that if that were the case, and knowing that the Akashic Records can be acesses at any time, but because of the brain's mechanism of trying to define the "phenomenon" or "location," it seems it wants to make this information for me to obtain difficult than it should be.

I honestly am not the type for these infiltration missions, I mean sure I like sneaking games and all that, but if it were actually me on the battlefield or in a building, I would definitely need a guide, or do the analyzing of guard movement to even stand a chance.

Maybe it's not my subconscious' way of perceiving the confidentiality of the Akashic Records, maybe it's something my higher self/eternal self is trying to show me.

I know I have a few things to take care of that can affect my future right now, but these are mostly short term things that must be resolved, but again, none of which that are deserving for this type of dream environment to be manifested before me.

I could conclude that these dreams should teach me to not try to rush things that are dangerous and life-threatening such as the nuke building I was in. But even with something so obvious as that, there has to be more.....I can't just be in a nuke building, or whatever military building without some kind of reason.

And if that reason turns out just to be for the thrill or adventure, then I guess I need to change how I get that need met in my dreams.

I've also noticed something, but was too afraid to analyze. It's so obvious, but still, in my non-lucids, I'm usually always in some kind of infiltration.

Actually, let me rephrase that, nearly all sneaking missions, gunfire, killing, military, infiltration, etc. are all non-lucid states.

My lucid dreams are obviously geared towards real life environments like colleges, houses I've been to, etc., things related to the subconscious utilizing homologous variation to synch the piece together.

I know that if I wanted a sneaking mission in a lucid state, it probably wouldn't work out because I'm not that creative as yet in the lucid state. I know I can use archetypes to easily manifest these types of dreams, but maybe I just don't want to do that in my lucids.

It would probably just feel like a waste, and I would only do it if I was bored.

Hm.....guess I should be aware of those differences.

And if I end up having bad recall, I'll just be grateful for what I do remember, and recall as much detail as I can in that confined snippet, and remember more based on that.

It's something I've done frequently, but it's just because I'm slacking off a bit because I'm being distracted in waking life a lot, at least in Canada.

I guess that's a good thing, because I'm supposed to be doing things here in the first place, otherwise the money for the trip wouldn't have been worth it, right?