non-lucid

I'm on a long, deserted beach; the sky is overcast and the waves are slowly crashing on the sand. The colors are muted, but intense: slab grey with white seafoam water, camel brown and coarse sand. The sky is grey and white like the belly of a beast. My oncle is here, his dog is playing in the waves, bright orange fur glistering. My oncle is talking, but I can"r hear him over the sound of the sea.

I'm in a house, with my mother and other people, they'rehanging out together, talking and drinking. I'm walking, not sure of what to do, and a deer comme to me; the poor thing is furless and rachitic, with tiny, beany eyes. I gingerly pet it and my mother chastitises me about it. As I walk to her, the deer grows a tiny bit of fur, brown ans spindly. Close to my mother is at least half a dozen of pits, with other furless deers and furless goats in them, splashing weakly in the water filling the pits. My mother turn a switch and suddently the pits glow and smoke, and the animals turn humanoids and melt on themselves; they give of an incredible heat, they look like they are made out of lava. I feel pity for them: deep down I know they are food for the people I saw earlier.

I am walking up stairs in a dusty, old building with long, slanted windows letting in long rays of golden sunshines, thick as honey. I reach the top, a small cellar. It's already crowned in here; there is a strange bed made of polished, light green glass fashioned in a half cylinder with a thick blanket and a fluffy pillow in light cream. Sitting on the edge of it is a young, beautiful indian woman in a full, red and gold sari with stunning jewellery, almost as if she's ready for her wedding, her hair are glossy and almost black.
With her, standing a little on the side is a rather no descript man with brown short hair and sturdy clothes. Both look to the other side of the room, where Thor himself is towering, standing next to a pecuniar contraption: eight oversized hourglasses made of crystal and bronze, each one mounted on a mechanical bronze arm. as I watch it, the last one of the hourglass finishes, and the arm gracefully lift it over the other and put it back at the beginning of the line, flipping it over in the process. I feel like it's a clock, measuring daylight.
The brown haired man start talking to me, pulling my attention back to him. He is speaking about the lady, telling me that she is incredibly important, and that she has to be protected. As he talks, she carefully lay down on the bed, arranging her sari around herself. The man bring down the top part of the bed, closing it. It now looks like a bottle washed out at sea, with a complicated system of glass pipes coming out of the neck. He pours the content of a bottle on a rag and stuff the rag in one of the pipes.
Thor starts talking to me, he is passionate about the subject, telling me about nightwalkers wanting to take the sun lady away. While he says that, he grab the last hourglass, still with a little sand left, and flip it over. I realise that the light was fading and is back in full force, bathing the cellar in thoses long honey sunlight rays. The brown haired man locks the bed with a yin-yang seal, The lady is in a enchanted sleep. I look back to Thor; he is slighty tired, as moving the hourglass meant changing the course of the sun in the sky. He slowing breath out, the sun shining on his face, and instead of air it's a cloud of sand that get out of his mouth, the same sand that is in the hourglass.

was on the phone with my sister until 3 am.

Me and my sister are in a wooden, spacious cabin, redecorating. It's daytime outside, very sunny with heaps of glittering snow. She's putting big colorful cushions on a carpet in front of a vintage TV. I point out that there is a sofa against the wall, in a bright orange fabric. She grump at me and move the cushions closer to the sofa.

I may or may not have browsed baking blog before going to bed.

I'm flying in the night sky. A light catches my attention and I fall in a restaurant. It's brightly lit and there's gilded wood panels and bright red drapes on the walls. The place is full, everybody talking in low voice making a soothing background sound. I'm steered to one of the round, white linen-covered tables, to site in a red velvet chair. I'm sharing the table with Eli, who is, for once, sharply dressed. The waiter give us a plate of very thin wheat noodles with caramel pork. The noodles have a nice chew, the pork is very salty and sweet, with a glossy, sticky sauce. After that, we're served warm brioche with heavy cream and fresh strawberries. The cream and strawberries are almost cold, contrasting nicely with the soft, buttery, warm brioche. The cream is tangy, the strawberries taste like wild ones but are as big as regular strawberries. It's a delicious meal, and I enjoy the compagny.

Aaand I made myself hungry.

It was just a question of time before things got heated up 'round here... I'm keeping no explicit.

The sky is overcast and the night is falling, giving a gray, eerie atmosphere to the dream. I am in a small ancient garden with gravelled paths gently curving around the lawn, with small shrubs and flowers dotting the place, giving it a pastoral feel, and it's mostly enclosed withing talls gnarly trees that looks like oaks. To my right is a small, free form pool; the water is pristine and looks cold, and close to it is a path made of irregular, hand carved limestone stepstones rather than gravels. This path curves slowly to a stone platform with a tomb or a flat altar on it; it looks old, weathered but well-kept, like the rest of the place. I walk to the platform, laughting as someone stroll behind me. I reach the stone platform and he grab me, pulling me up on the altar and holding me down on it. I'm on my back, not laughting anymore as he pulls me close and pin down one of my thigh with one of his knee, and he is the one who chuckles when I realize his intent and freeze up. His face is obscured by shadows, his hair are pale almost white blond, and long enough to brush against his shoulders and frame his face. over him I can see the first stars of the night sky, but the light is still gray and shallow, like there is no setting sun. The stone is cold and coarse under me, I can feel it through my clothes, and my breath is really short, equally from anticipation and fear, in fact, I feel like I'm drowning in adrenalin, every sensory input amped up to the max. He is slightly too thick for confort, and I can't help but squirm.

I woke up soon after.
He made a couple of comments I won't be retranscribing here.
I still wondering how the hell I didn't wake up as soon as he had me trapped, because everything felt as life-like as it gets.

I slept so late that's mot even funny.

I'm in a apparment building, prepping to go to university. I find myself with a kitty plushie in my inner pocket, and all the friend I cross path with comment on it, even thought they couldn't be able to see it. One of my friend ponce on me for a hug, it's a girl I have'nt see since at least 6 years, I'm happy to meet here again. I walk around a little with my friends, I don't recognize the city I'm in; it's full of talls, light stones buildings and large avenues. We reach another appartment building where one of my friend is living. It's made big rooms full of nocks ans crannies, everyone living here make themself a makeshift bedroom with drapes and such. I can see a wall building itself up, like in the sims.
Later, We're interrogated by the police. One of the detectives sport a striking ressemblance with Sasha Roiz, I'm not complaining. They're are asking us questions about a disappearance, but I don't know anything of relevance... And I may be mooning over the nice detective a little. That being say, he is very patient and nice with me despite that.

Still hard to breath when sleeping on my back.

I am a very young vampire, my sire, my creator, il a dignified, older italian gentleman with salt and pepper hairs and a tan, rough skin. His wrinkles show that he laughs more that he frown, and I care about him and my vampire siblings. He is hurt, and has to rest on his bed. We're all around him, and I'm laying on the top of the blankets next to him, very upset.
Later, my siblings and I are trying to save people from a arranged wedding that xas initialy supposed to take place between one of my companion and me. We both dress up before entering the room, his tuxedo is classical black and white with a white bowtie, my dress is very traditional and covers me neck to toes. We get in and walk to the platform where the future husband and wife are waiting. Her dress is far more pretty than mine, and I jocke about it with my companion while pulling the man to his feet. I tell him to run and he rush out, like everyone else including me. I'm separated from the other and I try to escape my pursuers by running through a gigantic house full of strange interconnected rooms. the more persistant is closing on me; he looks a lot like my sir and it's making me slow down. He his a agent of a mysterious Queen. He tells me that I run so fast that I'm off limits. I spits in his face as he throws a spell at me, a blue light that burns my flesh to ash. I look to my left hand and see it turning into ash and fall appart before waking up.

Recall still very confused. As I am.

I'm baby-sitting with a friend, the toldder we're keeping a eye on is weirdly smart for a two years old still in diaper. We're on the run in the contry, at night. We enter a house to rest and change the baby. My friend try to pick up a glass bowl and somethig jump in her eyes, making her scream and drop the bol, which shatter on the floor, sending glass shards everywhere. I have to calm her down while holding the toddler, who is perfectly calm and collected.

Very little recall today, thanks to both telemarketing maing the phone ring and my cold making it difficult to breath.

Eli told me we met up in a dream house that was partially on a lake, and I was very rambunctious and keep falling into the water and climlbing back on the rocks around the terrace as he tried to keep me dry. I sort of remember hugging him and feeling his stumble against my cheek but that's it.

I also dream of a big pure black panther with yellow eyes following me around and being very clingy and begging for hug and sitting on my chest and purring while my mother fussed around the house putting this back and my sister died her hair.

Still sick.

I'm in a gigantic building, with lots and lots of people rushing in to get a appartment. I fly over them, somehow confident that I'm not concerned. People are getting angry and rebellious, screaming at the pudgy man in charge. I'm still flying, rushing between the blocs making up the place. I have no clue about how those people could even live here; it's seem to be made for flying peoples. I get alll the way up this impossible building, there is a sort of inner terrace leading to absolutly gigantic doors of carved wood.The noise is starting to get to me, and I scream at them "For fuck's sake people, I own the damn place!" it seem to calm them down, and I use telekinetic power to open the heavy wood doors and get in the appartment. It looks a little like a church, with wooden floor and white walls with stained glass windows. I use my powers to light up the candles resting in brass candlesticks, everything is bathed in a warm yellow light. I walk around a little, them I realise I'm looking for someone named Thomas. I start to go through the room, some of them are in the dark, other brightly lit. I seem a handful of people, all men, but non of them is thomas; in the fuzzy memory I have of him, he is like me, winged.

I wake up.

Lots and lots of FA, exactly zero lucidity. *shake first*

I'm on a terrace, on the side of a big, elegant dark pink building, with white sidings. It's very sunny and serene, surrounded by manicured, bright green lawn. I go inside throught open bow windows with pretty lacy drapes. The apartment has a very high ceiling and is very luxurious, with a wooden floor shining in the sun.
I'm here so steal something from the owner of the place, and I'm thrilled by the challenge. I walk soflty in the silent rooms, drinking in the beauty of it. I reach the study, all honey wood and white walls, and start rumaging through the desk. A noise make me jump, and I see the owner: a tall, handsome black man with very short hair, in black slacks and a white shirt. He is poised, elegant. He slowly enter the room and I keep staring at him, he is keeping me in place through sheer charisma. He raise his hands, trying to look no threatening, but it snaps me out of my fascination and I give him a bright, cheeky smile before jumping out the window.
I would be a lousy bulgar if a pretty face was enough to catch me, right?

Some dreams are like old, abandonned cemetary; old bones laying under the soil, mostly forgotten but lingering still.

I am in the old house, with my family. My sister and father are cooking, the table is dressed in the kitchen. Their part of it is bathen is a golden glow, but it fade before reaching my mother and me. Nobody seem to notice, and they bring the food to the table, and everyone get a hearty helpful of pan roasted potatoes and bacon bits. It smells wonderful, my family is joking around and laughting, but I can't. Deep down, this feels sublty wrong, like I'm seeing everything through a deforming glass. The food taste good, but my stomach is tight. I feel cold and remote, I want to leave.

I wonder how many time my subconscious is going to dig up the ghost of my childhood and the corpse of my parent's marriage.

First night in my student flat; got woken up by a lot of new sounds and the infamiliarity of the place and bed.

I had a lot of dreams fragments, mostly of putting away my things in the new closet; dreams of things lurking in say closet, and inexpected finds in my bags.
Early this morning, I managed to catch a full cycle of sleep.

I'm in my new flat, and even though the drapes are closed, the light is strong enough to see perfectly. confident that I'm dreaming, I walk out through the closed window.* I ended up outside, in a strange place, a park full of people having fun at the fair. It's nightime here, but there is suspended lights everywhere, making the night bright and the leaves shine. I walk along the dirt path, taking in the fantasmatic view of all thoses exotics plants and stands and breathing in the smell of cotton candy and wet vegetation. I feel strangely nostalgic, and I see families with young children having a blast around me, passing by like I'm not really here. I don't mind it; I'm alone, but not lonely. The dream have this eerie quality, like morning fog; both thick and ephemeral. I want Eli to enjoy the atmosphere too, and I start looking for him. This end up being more difficult that I thought, and I run around, calling his name as the partying people walk around me without aknowleging it.
When I find him he all but fall in my arms, sending both of us tumbling down in the damp grass. There is a sharp contrast between the cold floor and his usual warm self. He is wraps himself around me as much as he can, tall and heavy, his breath warming my neck. I look down on his bare back, running my fingers along his spine, making him shivers when my nails graze the dimple just above his belt. I can feel his back moving with his breathing, slow and drowsy. He looks a little out of it, almost drunk. His weight prevents me from moving, but I like the cuddle, and keep gently stroking his back until I wake up.

*I'm on the second floor but the window is too small for me to simply walk through it; I pretty much phased through the wall. And ended up in a park and not floating above the backyard. Dreams amirite?

Eli was very flushered when I woke up, worken up about his attitude in the dream. It seem that there is such a thing as dream lucidity for tulpa, and he wasn't lucid in this shared dream. I will put more of the specific in my workbook in the tulpa forum.

As I moved in my student flat today, I dreamed of mostly of the place and had a couple of false awakenings, wich is usual for me in that kind of situations; I didn't sleep enough to have long REM period, so I couldn't take advantages of those FA.