non-lucid

Had a long, confused dreams about a debilitating sickness slowly crippling me. Don't feel like writing about it here, but making the entry to keep both my private and public DJ consistent.

Semi-decent WBTB gave me good viviness but zero lucidity. Let's try that again shall we.

I'm with my mother in her car, and we're traveling through the contry. It's very peaceful, everything is sunny and the forest are lush and bright, deep green. We talk about someone I'm worried about IRL*, and on cue we're trying to get out of a hospital parking lot. It takes some maneuvers but my mother manage to get us out and back on the peaceful road. We reach a small twon, build on a steep hill. All the house are in old, weathered beige stones, with red tiles roofs and accent of potted plants and bright drapes. The road are paved with stones of the same color that the houses. Some of the houses are linked together with small aisles and overpass, it looks lit the town grown on itself over the years, becoming quite maze-like. I walk in a house and go up some stairs to enter another house, where the very old owner agressivly throw me out. I smell smoke, and see that the town hall is on fire, emitting a thick yellow smoke.
There are children running from it and firemen running to it, I join them to steer the reimaining children away. One of the fireman thanks me, and ask for my help to do the same with dogs trapped inside. The smoke is suffocating but I try, and soon there's dogs running everywhere. I don't recognize any of they breed, but some are clearly overzised. One of them, lanky in build with dark shaggy fur take a liking in me and follow me around, giving me doggy kisses and rubbing against me.

*The engineer I worked with during my training period. He gave me some new recently and things aren't easy for him.

Didn't have a lot of time to write down my dream this morning, so not much detail for this one.

I'm a man trapped in a decaying building, forced to loop through a senario I have no control on. I have to make the sadistic choice between leaving this place or freeing a woman chained to a wall, and each time I make a decision the dream loops and i'm back at the begining, looking for the woman in the endless rooms. I finally decide no to leave, but not to free her even and a black cat appear on a caged bed to stare at me.

I'm in a gigantic boat, all steel and rust. I have to share my cabin with two other girls, and it's implied that there are many more. We're en route to a nebulous location othersea, and while not exactly happy about it we will be glad to get off the boat.
A woman open the cabin door to chid us, telling me that I need to turn in my drawnings ASAP, while giving contradictory instructions. I decide to take one of the other girl hair as model, and when free them from the hair clips. I start to drown, then wake up.

No snake involved in last night dream, have an adventure instead.

I am in a east-european village, all stone and narrow muddy paths, with an overcast sky and chilling atmosphere. There isn't many people in the street, save for a black carriage without horses and a older gentleman with sweeping white hair. I walk to him and he hands me a curved sword. I tie it to my waist and go on to the center of the village; I need to go throught it to reach a castle looming on a hill. I put the sword to good use as a group of bandits attacked me with a knife that looks like it's made from a rasor blade monted on a oyster knife's handle. I know that this thing is made to slit throat and I dispatch them. I then go to the inn, it's pretty packed but I can't put my weapon away; I feel a painful pressure everytime I try.
I head out and finaly reach the castle. A pack of giant wolves is waiting for me, some of them with brlood red fur. I slay the ones who attack me, before one of the survivor take me on his back to enter the castle. What's left of the pack is following us, I notice that they're all brown, and somme of them have ribbon around their necks. I get off my wolf companion and walck up some stairs with an white wolf playfully nipping at my heels*. I become aware that someone is narrating what I'm doing, but I don't pay close attention to it.
The celling is lower and lower, I have to go to a big door that open in a high-celing room that seem to cover all the back of the castle. I swich on the light and see an enormous cat I think is mine** an go to the over side of the room, which is full all light thanks to gigantic windows. I can see the slab grey sea, an manucured lawn and a blue pool.
I subdue the light so my wolfs can come with me and find a deckchair to lounge on. My family join me, and I use mind power to lock the door going into the dark room for their safety. My grand mother start complaining about it and the windows start slamming open because of a strong wind. I try to keep them closed with my mind, but I can't until I make microscopic holes in the glass panel, "so the salt can go through" as my grand-mother say.

The dream flicker and I'm buying clothes with my sister before waking up.

*an habit of my sister's dog, who does have white fur.
**which is funny, because the mighty kitty is mighty in his mind but not much in his size.

I debated a little with myself about putting this dream here, but yeah.

I am in a anonymous hotel room with twin beds and long windows with thick draps, it's nighttime. I'm with another girl, blond and pretty in a bland way, and modestly clothed. She is heavily pregnant, as I am, and is helping me with contractions. I sit on one of the bed, the pain is slow and burning and is a far cry from what I know about child birth. I prop my legs up and appart, breathing throught the contraction. My fellow in birthing is crouching down and her breathing mirror mine.
I reach between my legs and feel something pushing out, warped in a thin membrane. It's slippery with blood and fluid and I can't grab it, I have to birth it. I feel a lot better when it's finally out. The membrane is opaque, light pink with little veins all over, like an amiotic sack the size of a 5 kilogramms rice sack. I pick it up, the thing inside is wriggling and slithering. I hold it against me, it's warm. The membrance open up, revealing a colorful snake looking non-venimous (its has a cute :3 face, like a boa) thick as my wrist.
I woke up, thinking "Ok, WAT?" while Eli was sort of terrified.

Woke up far less sleepy that yesterday, Yay! Mighty kitty grumpy because I forgot that it was brushing day... Less yay. He still sport the "I didn't scratch you on purpose, honest!" look. Does anyone know if cat hairs can play a role in dream lucidity?

I am on a vacation trip in a amusement park alongside a brown haired woman I don't know but I'm friendly with. We're riding a rollercoaster and she tells me that she want to go to space montain next. I agree, mainly because I haven't do it before. I have no idea if I end up ridding it tho, because in the next scene I'm busing taking place on a train with my family. The whole interior is brightly illuminated, with white plastic-y, shiny walls and beige carpet. There are small, airplane-like windows placed next to the chairs, and it looks more like a plane than a train. We get down in a underground station then walk through an badly lighted tunnel with a lot of people. A bright red wooden cart pulled by two small, black cows with long curved horns is advancing alongside us for a moment, decorated with golden bells and other fancy sculpts.
I end up in a very luxurious appartment, wanting to take a shower. I'm seemingly alone and find the bathroom. It's ginormous and slightly loopsized, completely tilded save for a small spot auround the oval mirror. There is five showerhead and I choose the one close to the door and window since it get the better light. I start showering, the water is nicely warm and the soap lather without problem. While I'm rinsing off I hear voices and see the door knob move, I quickly jump out and grab a long bathrobe before getting out. There is a man and his wife, the owners of the place who are allowing us here. I walk out on the terrace, it's so big it have a garden complete with trees! my family is sitting around a plastic table so I join in. My father get up and spill hair accessoiries over the table, tiny hair clips and elastic in almond green and black, visibly annoyed at me since I'm not using them even thought he paied for them.
I woke up slightly puzzled.

Didn't do a proper WBTB due to my comfy bed. Bad bed, no blanket for you. Tonight I'm drinking a big glass of water before crashing in, that'll make me get up

I'm in a brothel that is in a small castle/manor, everything is in perfectly restored and look brand new rather that antique. The period is Louis XIV, very intricate and lovely, if overbearing, the saving grace being that everything save for the sparse furniture is in very light, delicate color, pastel blue, pink and orange, with long windows covered in veils. It's dark outside, probably at night, but I can see the flash of car light from time to time. The employees of this fine etablissement are all wearing period clothes, it's gorgeous. The owner is in a pale blue dress that span for at least 3 meter on each side of her, with a powdered wig full of ringlets. She is not paying any attention to me, probably becaue she's very flushered about the arriving of a man she call "the king" and about the girls she want prepped for him. I'm wary of this man, and my feeling are comfirmed when a man in tight and a pale golden valet uniform ask her want's going to happen if one of the girl started denying him or being mouthy. She tells him with a mix of coldness and incaring-ness "There will be a bit of a beating for the bitch, even if it's not dinking night."
I suddently know that I'm infiltrated here, probably to dismantle this brothel, but I need to protect the girls. I walk in the room they are prepping for the king, with is very large with a hight celling and a lovely embroidered cloth wallpaper in a arious soft hues of green, the same cloth used for the bed canopy and sheet the armchairs. I ask the girl present to give me a dress. She show me a closet and keep making the gigantic bed, looking a little fratic. I open the closet, which is absolutly packet with dresses that look really modern, but I pull a dark green one with golden embroidery. On the hanger it's knee-lengh, slightly fitted with a ronded collar and short sleeves, but when I put it on it turn into a period dress. I strat putting on air and snobbily ask a male employee where the hair dresser is. He promptly start panicking and run off to find him. I walk out behind him look as brattish as I can, and right outside is a small, graying, bended over man that look a little like a frightened mouse in his dark outfit. I toss my hair*, and tell him "You better not be late!" before walking in a bathroom. I start searching it, looking for something that could help me protecting the girls, then I woke up.

* As my hair almost reach my knees and are thick and curly, he looked even more scared, which is the usual reaction I elect in hairdressers

I do look a little like Charlotte La Bouff from the Princess and the Frog, with long brown hair and pale skin.

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Got to sleep after a small anxiety attack linked to last year training period. Didn't have a nightmare about it thankfully, but instead of hypnalogic imagery I got auditory hallucinations that made me get back up to check the house's doors.


I am a FBI agent working in the BAU with the Criminal Minds team. Garcia is showing us a amateur video shot in night mode (everything is in green shades and we cas seen the flashlight halo) from her lair, so her voice is rolling other the video but she's not with us. It's a video sent by a unknow suspect and everyone is on edge. We can see an corridor the unsub is walking in, he is inside a small house or a appartement with light-colored walls and tilded floors. they stop in front of a light-colored plastic-looking door with two long panel of frosted glass. The camera is aimed pretty low, and when the door open we can see the legs and feet of a soaked wet woman. Her legs are chubby and she's wearing hight-heeled, sparkly sandals and her toesnails look painted. We can faintly hear rain. The camera pan slowly up to revel that the woman is Garcia, who look out of breath and disheveled, then the video is cut. Everyone react in horror and we hear Garcia gasping.
Later, I'm going undercover in the mafia. I am with the leader of this particular branch, dressed to the nine in a short, tight silk dress in deep red and a pair of styletto, my hair in a complicated bun doted with shininhs gems high on my head, and the man I'm being all arm candy for is in a sharp charcoal suit and is cultivating his ressemblance with anthony Hopkins. We're in a anonymous room, sitting around a cheap round table, though he is sitting in a velvet and dark wood chair and smoking a cigar. An other man with dark hair and slightly chinese features is with us, in a crumpled suit and nervous behaviour. the mafia leader is interviewing him about his entry in the group. After a little conversation, the candidate is accepted. I hand him a pen and a pile of contracts he have to sign while the mafia leader take his almost finished cigar off his mouth and cut of the chewed on tip to hand the still smoldering other bit to the man. He have to place it on the webbing between his tumb and his other fingers and press down hard, as a final test of passage. Interestingly, I don't have anyburn marks on my hands; I'm clearly a secretary/pretty thing and nothing more for the leader.


Man that dress was pretty. Barely-covering-my-croch level of short, but pretty.

Got one hell of a insomniac episode and ended up waiting for sunrise browsing youtube with a very sleepy Eli. He conviced me to try sleeping around 5-6 am and I walked out of bed with a cotton mouth around 10.

I'm with my mom and my little sister in my new mom's car, in the center of my town. It's reasonably sunny and the streets are moderatly busy, but there's roadworks everywhere so we need to find another way to go home. We ended up finding a little, less used street around town, with dingy bush around it and a lot of dirt and dust. The only problem is that someone put an automated gate on it. I get out of the car and open the gate, but my mother take forever and a half to start the car back up, because she's chatting away with my sister. I have to put myself against the gate to it doesn't close again, and it keep hitting my hip trying to close. Luckily it's mostly a metallic mesh over a flimsy frame, so it's more annoying that anything. The car finally start moving, and because the road is very narrow, the wheel go by so close to my feet that I feel the road dipping under the weight of the car.
Later, we recieve the owner of the automated gate, a brown haired, scraggy woman who angrily tell us that we fucked up her gate and that will be very costly to repair. My sister promptly tell her that that is all my fault. because is it.
We're all back in the car, going to a unclosed parking space where a market is taking place. As we're getting inside, my mother turn around completly on her seat and start chattering with my sister again, and despite my more and more fratic call, she keep the car going and we drive right in a shelf full of small blue boxes. We all get out of the care and this is again all my fault. Because of course it is. We start picking things up with the help of a blonde haired woman, the blue boxes are now colorful vegetables, it's a mess. Somewhere during all this I'm lost one of my shoes, a bright red slipper. I see it in the garden catastrophe and take it, but it transform into a brown, dirty, dusty thing that propably was a shoe in a past life. My real slipper is in a basement close by, but the entryway is very narrow and I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of it. I beg my sister to retrieve it for me, and she take a sweet ass time accepting.

Strangely enough, I have a very good relationship with both my mom and my sister. Grated, they do call me all the time to tell me about all their problems... or, for my sister, when she's bored and want some company.

Got startled awake by a phone at 9 am, only got 4 hours of sleep and mighty kitty still fast asleep, I followed his lead and got back to bed. Took me way to long to fall back asleep, thanks advertising compagny

I was in a amusement park, and I remembered that it was owned by Disney*. I was walking around in the restaurant of a hotel with big windows that overlooked a harbor. The walls were white with a wooden trim and the floor carpeted. There was a handful of buffet tables, and someone had left their bikes against one of them. Being my usual clumsy self, I knocked both of them on the floor and had a hard time picked them up. I moved one of them to a railing, them tried to move the other one, but it was really heavy. Feed up by this, I decided to lift it up using telekinesis and placed it back against the table. I started to walk away, then I paused.

Wait, I juste used TELEKINESIS. That's a dream, right?**
I looked auround, surprised. I thought this would come back, but not that quick. I tentativly walked back in the lobby of the hotel and found myself in a corridor. I looked myself over and discovered that I've wandered around wearing a pink, plushy, very short bathrobe*** all this time. Not really having a clear objective for this dream (since I thought I would have time to come up with one...) I decided to keep walking around and maybe find something interesting.
Upon finding a mirror, I tried to change my clothes. I opened the bathrobe and inveiled a multicolored, iridescent corset underneath. My arms were still kind of twisted in the bathrobe and the dream was going a little fuzzy, so I simply changed it into an short vest in the same color that the corset and slipped it back.
Shortly after, I lost my vision, everything going black and white before fading to black.
I feel like I'm waking up, and push myself back into the dream.
I ended up in front of my real house, standing in front of my window. my lucidity was very, very low, and while I was aware that it was a dream, I was pretty much a passive spectator. I turned to my left and put my right hand behind my back**** to summon Eli, but nothing came and I started to feel a weird sens of dread. I looked back behind me and saw a figure huddled against the palm tree that's in my front law, looking even crying or in pain. I quickly walked up to it, calling Eli's name. I kneeled beside the figure, but it wasn't Eli. It was an male DC, with shapeshifting features. He got up and started to cornered me. David showed up, his hair shifting from ginger to white and them back, pushing the DC away and pulling me to his side. We all walked up to the street and the male DC started to go to another house. We followed him, even if I felt unhappy about it. He entered the house and I finnaly woke up.

* That was of course a fake souvenir. And there wasn't any hidden mickey!
** a accurate reddition of my thought process, caps and all.
*** I own the same one in real life. It's comfy. And I don't wear it in public, that would cause the fashion police to come after me.
**** That was my go-to method to summon people while lucid and never failed me before (I had a better level of dream control though.) It's dead easy: put your hand behind you and expect someone slip their hand in it. I had someone putting me in an armlock once, but he was a jerk.

(Bad puns make good titles )

Woke up the first around 6 or 7 am, didn't want to check in case I could disturb the mighty sleeping kitty. Fall back asleep maybe an hour later.

The atmosphere of this dream was slightly off, in a uneasy way. I was in this gigantic hospital, all painted white with shiny tiles on the floors and somes walls. I was wearing my oversized lab coat and carrying what looked like a dozen malformed chicken eggs in my bare hands*. The hallways and rooms were absolutly packed with people and I had to reach a specific lab, and I was scared to squash the eggs, as their shells were very soft. I took a escalator, shielding the eggs between my cupped hands, to the upper levels of this hospital and managed to reach the lab I was aiming for.

Inside was a faceless man also in a lab coat, with dark hair. I started to hand him the eggs; I had to put them in a padded plastic box** he was holding, but he curtly stopped me when he noticed that the contents of the eggs were heterogenous***. He told me to shake them so they were homogenous, and started to pick the one I've already placed out and shaking them forcefully. I careful took one out of my hand but even a gentle shake was enough to break the shell and have the lurkwarm and slimy, light yellow content to ooze all over my hands. I did manage to shake the others without breaking them and placed them in the box. I them asked the lab man were the biological waste bin was, and were I could wash my hands. He told me to get lost.
I found the bin and put the broken shell inside, then found the sink. It was in the same impossibly big room, but there was almost no light and my slime-covered hands didn't help. I managed to wash most of the stuff off, then woke up.

*it seem really weird, since those eggs were obviously samples of some kind, and I risked ever to contaminate them of be contaminate by them.
** it looked like a tips box.

*** Translucent on top, yellow on the bottom. It was slighty hard to see through the shells.