non-lucid

I am at a friend's party, lots of successful and fancy, hipstery people are there in her large, wooden house, we are in the attic room, it is wooden and shadowy. I don' really have much in common with all the jocks and women dressed in very nice clothes. I ask if I can have some of my friends come over as well, they are geekier but I'd have someone to talk to. I vouch for them and she lets them come. I also see my sister there and I feel a bit more relaxed.

I'm talking to one of my geeky friends. He mentions how mean and horrible the people in the party have been to him over the years. Although everyone is an adult now, the direct harassment has now turned into a cold condescension, I feel for my friend. A big event is about to happen, people get into a circle as some kind of speech is going to be given. Right as one of the mean, good looking and condescending jocks is going to speak my geeky friend tackles him to the floor and pandemonium breaks out, people are all over the place tearing things apart.

My hipstery friend who knows the host says this is horrible, really bad, the jock was being interviewed on live TV, now it is ruined, there is no way to fix this. He doesn't right out blame me for vouching for him, but I sense the tension. Secretly I don't feel bad at all for what happened. The jock got what was coming to him. This is karma.

A new scene, we are in a school gym hall, a new party, the lights are very dim and atmospheric. My hipstery friend's girlfriend comes up to me by a table, I ask what's up. She says things are well. My hipstery friend is collecting money for the damages that happened in the party before, the house was wrecked. I feel a pang of guilt and panic. Why did I even go to that stupid party in the first place? I wake up relieved.

Vague dreams throughout the night, no recall.

In the last dream I was in a car going through an old city like Stockholm in the back seat. To mmy left I see my friend who I met by chance yesterday on the bus. We talk a little bit. As if (our?) parents are in the front driving the car. I hear yelling, a girl cries out for help. My sister (who is a completely different person and looks totally different) is not in the car. The parents swerve around and try to find out where the yelling is coming from. I get out of the car and start running, as if I can make it faster on foot.

I hear her as the car passes me, I can begin pinpointing the sound. I find her in a bus, men in uniforms sit as she yells, apathetic, they look like law enforcement. As the bus tries to pull away from the curb I stand in front of it and start tearing away the mirrors and wipers, trying to start a confrontation.

I turn around and see a committee, men in suits and women dressed very professionally. I demand to speak with my sister, I ask what she she being charged with. They are stonewalled and silent. This infuriates me. I have to stay in front of the bus so it doesn't start driving off. In my desperation I begin to try to intimidate all of them, I stare into their eyes intentionally, saying I will go after their children, after them, if they don't let me talk to my sister and ask how she is doing. Just let me talk to her so she can tell me what she is being accused of. Silence is my answer.

I drop to my knees defeated and lyrics pass through my head, I see them stream before me. Life in black America.

I'm in a place like a giant Chuck-e-Cheese's, there are multiple floors of cushioned walls and nets. I am walking around and meet a dreadlocked guy I know from school. I show him a green, poorly done, tattoo on my wrist that identifies me as part of the same ninja secret society he is a part of. We climb up to a higher floor where we look down and look out for trouble, some group is doing shady stuff in the park, we have to keep an eye out.

Vaguely remember playing with a small arcade cabinet.

Go to a kiosk nearby my house to load my bus card, hear a guy welding to repair a magazine stand. The welding pistol is a screwdriver. I go up and ask if he needs help.

I'm in a junkyard, it's small and has a few shipping containers, some junk around. The ground is moist and muddy. I walk through it and see the edge of the small woods to the end of it, sun trickles through the branches and I see a new round being built. A teacher of mine comes around, says hi and wonders what I'm doing here. (Was I looking for him, hoping to bump into him?) I lie and say I was just passing through, as not to creep him out.

I see in the junk to my right a bunch of old X-Files DVD boxes and other merchandise, at least seasons 3 and 4, the best ones. I collect them up, what a find! I see clips of the upcoming season in my mind, I see agent Reyes. it's as if watching these is preparation for the new season. I see what look like promo clips. I try to find a website or a place to see the whole plot of the X-files game as well, haven't played the one for PS2.

Grandparent's old house, I look into the cupboard by the door, see the X-files things there with the Christmas decorations, there is a finality to it, as if seeing it for the last time.

I'm in the parking lot of my grandparent's old house, there is some kind of event, lots of people there and a stage. On stage there is a family, a husband and wife with two children performing. The husband is hitting his leg with a small drum stick with a fluffy head to make a beat, I follow suit.

I look at the lawn, it's a summer day, and I see beyond the trees a giant woman, young, in her mid twenties in a red sweater. Her movements are like those of a hot air balloon, kind of has that appearance, otherworldy. Her giant boyfriend comes and hugs her and they lumber off walking over me as I look up.

I pass some playing kids and begin to run into the dark forest on all fours, at first I think it's weird but it works really well, feels natural. I go amazingly fast.

In a room, the light overhead is orangey and overbearing. It's like a children's room. I'm trapped in it with a man and a woman who are also prisoner. I wait for our captor to return. I lose all hope and somehow it gives me strength. Resolving that I will risk dying to escape, I prepare to rush my captor, in my mind I whisper "I am now free".

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I'm in an unfamiliar bedroom. I begin playing a red-tinted Mario game, like a Virtual Boy game. Mario is riding a donkey and has to dodge pills and geometric shapes as he move to the left. He gets hit and the donkey runs off like Yoshi in the Super Mario World games. I get really into the game and "become" Mario. I dodge the now 3D and in full color geometric objects and pills with great finesse. I've become really good at the game.

By the beginning of a forested path at night near my old school. I try to send a text message to an old school friend of mine but the message gets turned into a reflective road sign next to the path, the smiley I used in it looks weird on a road sign.

I turn around and try to contact my friend on Facebook with a laptop, he doesn't respond but his wife does. I begin to see an image of a person drinking Hendricks gin on a grainy video feed. The club is lit with blue light and the guy throws the bottle away and turns around, walking clumsily toward the exit. He's wearing a bear skin and has long hair and a big beard, feral looking.

See my sister and she offers me a Gin and Tonic with cucumbers in it. Don't really want to drink but I take a sip with gratitude, I don't want to offend her.

I'm in an apartment that looks like Dexter's from the series Deter. Sunlight through the window. I look into the fridge for food, so much stuff in it but not much that interests me.

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A vague memory of being at my friends house, the TV is on really loud. Another friend says we should turn in down before the neighbors complain. I agree and we turn down the volume. Another friend enters, I ask him what's up.

I'm walking in a deep hilly wooded area on a grey day. There is a lake to my left. There are large lumps of tree roots on the surface of the ground and I trip over them. I make my way to a house, it looks modern and is very solitary, no other house in sight, as if it was right in the middle of a little depression in the ground. Looks like a safe place.

I go inside and it is fairly dim inside as only a bluish grey light comes through the shaded windows. It give the whole house a mystical and serene feeling, hard to explain. A lamp is in the corner, it looks very fancy and modern in design gives a little more of a golden lighting deeper in the house. There is something oddly satisfying being here, safe, serene, a mindset like something remembered in childhood.

I'm in my grandparent's old place. In the kitchen, all the lights are on, I see a mosaic decorative plate on the wall. It's like all the other decorative things they have on the wall. There are three tiles on it that stand out, the rest have fallen away. They look a bit like hexagons, one has a large "C" on it, meaning a complex number. One tile is touching it on its left, the other tile is one space away from the "C" tile on the right, not touching it. I look at it and it is supposed to show a mathematical number sequence that has something to do with complex numbers. I try to think what it could mean, I think the terms of the series can tessellate the whole plate. I hear in my mind "only a fool adds them together...".

In the bathroom, out the window I see one of my friends and his friend have arrived by car. What are they doing all the way up here?

I have to give a presentation of a subject of my choice. I use my sister's computer to look for some information of Kendrick Lamar, I type his name into Google. I can't find enough information, at least not enough for me to want to confidently present anything.

It's dark outside, I'm standing by the large show window of a bookstore, there is a golden orange light coming from it, fancy, brown wooden shelves have books on them. I think of doing my presentation of Satanism and the occult, I begin to notice books with those words on the spines on the shelves. Is it too edgey?

I wake up through the night, feeling sick and disorientated.

Only recall some pretty vague dreams as I punched my alarm clock into snooze mode...

I see Bart, Milhouse and Nelson from The Simpsons in a metro tunnel. They all have super powers. Bart starts showing his stretching ability until he is electrocuted by Milhouse's electric ability that is then absorbed by Nelson's super strength.

Samuel L. Jackson as Nick Fury is playing bad cop as he interrogates a prisoner in a children's clothes department. I see mittens meant for children, colorful, with words like "dying", "cancer" and "paralyzed" knitted across them. Pretty morbid.

Nick Fury and his partner are outside an American suburban house. They throw Jeffery Dahmer in the trunk of the car, they finished interrogating him. I don't want to sit in the back seat in case he starts stabbing me through the cushion. I go to the front seat thinking Fury's partner is going to sit in my lap (or I'd be sitting in his) but to my surprise the seat is not taken.

I have a false awakening, I get up and I'm walking in my old childhood home. Where is everyone? Did I sleep past my alarm and miss school? I'm pretty upset. I try to make out what time it is by looking out at the grey sky outside.

I wake up in my real bed, but my body is very heavy, can barely swing around and get my feet on the ground. My body suddenly collapses into itself, I'm back in bed again. I try and try, never getting further than my feet onto the floor. How can this be so hard? I then wake up for real.

A very vague dream of walking in a park like area on a grey day, I cross roads and each time I do a line of poetry comes to mind. How they went exactly escapes me but they went something along the lines of "my mind wanders over crossroads", "it looks for a place to hide", "all my friends are crazy or dead".

I'm in the back yard of a house, it's a summer night, I think it is midsummer's eve. The sky is a slight purple, very gentle. There are some tables, chairs, made out of wood. I see that is held by a couple but I'm not sure of the pronouns I'm supposed to use with them, I don't want to offend them or make them feel uncomfortable. I try to find ways to not have to drink during the party, trying to talk a lot.

I take a train and make it to a train station. There are a lot of inspectors, good thing I have a ticket. It is now the toward the evening of a winter day, the sun is about to set, getting darker. There is a lot of people around, there must be some kind of celebration, like Mayday. I walk around trying to avoid all the drunken people. I go up the escalator into the station. I pass an old couple, man and a woman. The woman falls over, as if having an episode. As she hits the ground she turns into a postcard on the ground. I'm alarmed and go up to the card, the man has disappeared. I try to call the emergency services. The voice on the line tells me that because of the festivities they are unable to send anyone but there should be police at the station to get assistance from. Before she hangs up she asks if I am foreign and I try to keep it light and laugh saying I am. She says she just wanted to know.

I pick up the grandma/postcard gently into my hand and try to find a police officer. I see a female officer but as I try to get to her I lose her in the crowd. I walk and walk trying to find anyone, how can they all have just disappeared? I end up having to walk almost to the center of the city until I find a group of officers talking to a group of teens. I try to explain the situation, the postcard/grandma in hand. The officer looks apprehensive. a teen comes up and messes with with, calling me all sorts of names. I try to stay strong and stare him down.

I walk down into the metro tunnels. I'm on the second floor, I can see the large square down below. Beyond a railing I see stairs that look like they are going down. I go up to them and see that the stairs end in a sheer drop to the ground, I start to get a sense of vertigo. I see a guy sitting on the stairs casually, why isn't he scared? Children, little ones, come over the railing to play on the stairs. I'm really concerned, what if they fall off? I don't know what to do, I try to tell them to be careful and to shoo them to the safety beyond the rail but I don't want to shoo them too much in case they fall down. They play and slowly move toward the railing. I try to make it very slowly to the platform. I see a guy who is hanging out on the stairs. He speaks in an American accent and says he's in the Marines. I try to be really friendly and talk to him with ease.

I get over the railing and onto the second floor platform. As we walk I see a really small guy, like a little over a foot tall. He's Wayne Knight, the actor. I have to stop and say "hi" to him. As the Marine and I walk away I say that it must be weird for celebrities, people know them but they don't know who anyone is.

I walk down with the Marine until we reach a hallway that looks like it belongs to an old building, grey light comes from the windows to the right. I see a really tall guy, like Big Show the wrestler but he is really skinny and has long blonde hair. I say "hi" to him as well and tell him we're going to my friend's place. He knows my friend and wants to walk with us. We walk about a minute and we are in the hallway of my friend's apartment. I'm amazed, I thought the trip by foot would take an hour and we did it all in a hallway! We go up the stairs and skinny Big Show wants to come along, hope my friend doesn't mind, it's pretty early in the morning.

We go to my friend's place. It is small, like a cabin of a cruise ship, no windows. It feels like there is a party going on, some people are also in the cabin. I see an ad for a Pepsi rave in a club, apparently it's a big deal and a lot of fun. I recall going to one years ago, didn't think it was too special. Must have gotten bigger with time.

We go up stairs to the roof. It's dark and marvelous, the lights of the city light up the sky gently, there is some kind of magic in the air that I sometimes feel during Friday night. We go back inside and as we go into the fall and through a door to the stairs a woman comes up and loudly complains that we can't drink in the corridor. She hands me a little Chick tract kind of comic outlining this point. I snap back saying that we are not. I ask why she has such a rotten attitude? She should calm down, jees. We go back into the cabin/apartment and I tell the others of how nasty the woman was.

I'm driving a down a road, there is forest on either side, a grey day. I see a man on the right with his dog. He's stopped but I'm afraid that the dog might just jump in front of the car. It doesn't and I drive by. A see another man stopped by the shoulder of the road with his motorcycle, I see a lake he's looking towards. He's smoking a cigarette and the smoke get in the cabin of the truck as a drive, smells irritating.

Suddenly I see that the asphalt is new, there is road construction. Cars are coming right at me, another truck comes right at me on my side of the lane. I narrowly miss it, but with all the traffic coming at me, I'm afraid that this is a one-way road. I drive all the way to the side of the road in a panic. I go down a small side track, it leads to a downhill path. The truck dives down into the ground, burrowing into the earth. As I go down I see I'm in a fallout shelter, but looking back I see the light of the outside world getting dimmer and dimmer. I try to turn back but can't, the walls of the tunnel will cave in. I'm safe now in the shelter but trapped, like being buried alive.

I'm walking in a city, it's a summer afternoon, the sun is high and bright, it's by some water. In the shade of a large building, I'm walking and I see up ahead some people who are a little too happy and cheerful, they must be religious or something. I see to woman, their backs are turned to me. I want to walk by and ignore them, but I know they are going to come up and talk to me anyway, so I slow down and wait for them to turn. I assume they are Mormon.

They smile and start to talk to me, they are dressed in old-timey Amish like clothes. They point out that I'm wearing nice religious robes. (Did I secretly want them to talk to me after all?) An Indian man with robes and a turban comes up to us and pulls me away, saving me from a long and awkward conversation on religion, saying he's never really been into the stuff. He knows me and I know him apparently.

He says he has a headache and I go to find a pharmacy to get something for it. I go up to people sitting by the water, I'm a bit awkward and don't know who to ask. I end up talking to some Asian tourist, realizing as I talk to them that they are not going to know where a local pharmacy is. Next to them is a group of guys. They tell me one is around the corner. One of them is a celebrity known for his travel shows. I pretend to be unimpressed.

Inside, I play a game of Hearthstone. I'm playing a game where there are an impossible amount of minions in play, my opponent, playing a Priest, has 1111 life. I take a screenshot, no one is going to believe this.

I spill some ink from a pen on the floor of the kitchen. I try to clean it up but it just spreads it further around.

Scene 1
Rushing to the Airport
I'm outside, dark outside, in the center of a suburban area of a large city. I have to make it to the airport, I try to find a bus I can take there. I look and look and somehow jump onto one.
I make it to the airport. Do I make it on board? I'm travelling with a group of people, feels like class from a school.
In the lobby of the airport, it is busy, shops around, I see a Pizza hut with a really old Jurassic Park promo pizza stand. Lucky they kept it this last 20 years, now with Jurassic World out.

I'm outside again, it's sunny outside, morning, and I'm where a friend of mine used to live. I get on a bus, but it costs almost 10 euros to make it to the airport. Confused, I give the driver a 50 and get on. As an female inspector checks my ticket, I think there must be some confusion, a ticket can't cost that much. As I turn to get to the driver I get out of the bus to let a person pass me to get out and the bus takes off. I'm going to miss my flight! I call another friend of mine who was with me (apparently) who was on the bus and has my change from the fifty. She says she is too busy to come and give me the money back. Now I'm stuck here, missing my flight and penniless.

Scene 2
Creeps Outside my Childhood Home
I'm in my old room at night. My bed is by the window. I can see outside into the night, light on in the other apartments. I feel cold, as if the window is not really there. I think that's absurd, it has to be there, otherwise I'd fall out.
I look down at the people walking, I'm in an apartment way higher than it really was. Looking down at the people walking below I feel safe. I then see a person carrying a person on his shoulder, the person is a woman and clearly passed out or dead. He drags her to a puddle on the icy street and leaves her there, as if dumping her there. Should I call someone? Has this guy committed a crime? The guy then goes and passes out in a puddle a few steps away. The woman gets up and drunkenly tries to push the guy out of the puddle. They are just drunk, no need to worry.

I'm on the big blue sofa in the living room trying to sleep. My mom is sleeping on the sofa behind me. I hear a crash and some commotion and see that a man and a woman, both drunk, have come in. Who are they? Despite not knowing them I don't panic, I only hope they don't wake up my mom. I get up and go to the kitchen. The guy is a bearded guy in his thirties., his eyes are drooping. I ask him who he is and what's up, pretty non-nonchalantly. He says he's been up in a bar with his girlfriend all night. (It is morning, greyish light can be seen through the kitchen windows.

I see that his girlfriend has passed out on a sofa bed across from the blue sofa. She is apparently a family friend who is visiting and has brought a guy over she met in a bar. Kind of rude.

Scene 3
Tigers and Messed Up Turtles
I walk outside, grey day in front of my childhood home, the same apartment. I see tigers playing with a bunch of string just like cats. Tigers are really rare, awesome that my housing complex is one of the few groups that has some as pets. I hear documentary footage commentary about the nature of growling.

A little further on the play park in the next yard, on the grass I see a group of turtles, a mom with babies, walking. They are pretty weird looking, all greenish-brown and wrinkly, remind me of snapping turtles. The mother comes up to me and snaps at my heals. A family, like the Vine family Ehbee's, are playing with puppies with a remote-controlled car.

Scene 3
Serial Killing Couple
By a lake, see a summer house. There is a TV connected to really long cables. There are puddles everywhere. I think Garfield and Friends is playing on the TV? I try to carry the TV to safety but I drop it into a puddle, I quickly pull it out, hope it isn't broken.

On the summer house veranda, I see a couple, ideal and perfect looking. The woman says she got together with the guy because they can kill together, the only thing that gives any of them pleasure. I find the juxtaposition oddly disturbing.

Scene 4
The Church
My sister is graduating? In a church, I see that there are only two guys in her graduating class of almost 30. They begin to sing Gaudeamus Igitur, I see some of the people are struggling with it. By the altar I see a piece of paper with the Latin lyrics. I see an English translation under them and it translates "Gaudeamus igitur" as "The Matchstick" and the rest of the lyrics are about light. Is this supposed to be some kind of metaphor?

At my mom's house, see my sister, a grey day outside, I go down the stairs. Lots of people there, getting ready for the graduation ceremony?

Back at the church I see a couple of kids I knew from church as a kid. They are grown now and plot an evil revenge plot on a teacher of mine for marrying their mom. I see Tess from "Touched By An Angel". She is getting ready to get married in the near future. I look into her eyes and ask her if she can do anything to stop this plot.

I'm in a machine shop. It's pretty large, it has an office area and large dividers with Plexiglas windows. I'm going to head off to the main hall but I have to use the bathroom. As I go to the toilet bowl I see that the divider in front of me is really low and I can see right over it but more importantly people can see me taking a whizz. I see a woman who works at the office looking at me in a strange way and I duck down try to pee in a weird crunched up ball with my back bent

Finding a Wallet in the Trash
In my old room from childhood, but lots of the details are different. Grey day outside, a bit dark. It's really messy, something that caused a lot of anxiety in me as a teenager. I see a cardboard box with a little trash in it, it has a picture of a goth girl smoking in it. As I turn away, I suddenly want to take another look at the picture. The box now has a black trash bag in it.

I open it and it has a sleeping bag in it. It has drugs in it. A guy's friend had thrown it out to keep his friend sober. The sleeping bag also has a wallet in it and it is full of cash. I feel excited about it but I know I should return the wallet, cash and all.

Outside it is a sunny day in the center of a city, there is a used book store. Outside a car parks, the guy comes out with the friend who threw out his drugs and wallet and the friend's girlfriend. The guy is angry at his friend for throwing out the wallet, although I get the impression that the guy knows his friend's intentions were good. I know why he is so angry since I saw all the cash in the wallet. I struggle, should I give it back?

Back in my room, I see a teacher of mine. He is looking for his wallet. I give it back to him, cash and all, and he is really relived. I feel good that I did the right thing.

Motorcycle Ride
Outside a store near where I live, my teacher is giving people rides on his motorcycle through the grey day on the winding road, trees on either side. I feel myself lean as we make the bends, he stands on the stirrups of the bike to get balance, he isn't worried about crashing. Back outside the store there is a hotdog stand where people are going to get a greasy snack to eat.

I'm at a party, the girl is a friend of a friend who is hosting it. I eat cake as other people get wasted. I eat a chocolate mousse cake followed by another fruit cake. They are excellent. A kitten comes up and rubs up against me. It is doing it really hard, it must really like me. As it rubs its nose into my eye socket, it starts getting weird, it this cat sexually attracted to me or something?!?

At a McD's, a Spanish guy I know from school orders a sundae, I look into it and see it barely has ice cream in it, let alone sauce. The staff mustn't like him much. Suddenly he becomes the shift manager, uniform and all, and we sit down and start to talk.

Like in a real-life Springfield. Maude is there, no one likes her, she is very crabby and petty. No one likes Ned Flanders either, he is a religious nut. Bart, looking like a real person, says that Maude should be dead. There is a vibe can Bart can see the future.

*Note: Today in school we had ice cream. The Spanish guy from my dream, someone I've never talked to, comes up and talks to me at my table. If I were more of the free-minded type, I'd be calling this a prophetic dream.