non-lucid

I don't really know how to describe this, but all night I had some really strange sleep paralysis. I took a 5 HTP before bed. Then at some point I woke up and thought Danny had said something to me. i seriously heard like, a whole sentence. He said he didn't say anything, so it may have been a FA. Then several times in the night, I thought I could see tiny slivers of red laser light on my bed stand. Kind of like a thorny mass of little thin red lights. And this was accompanied by fear for some reason. I tried to tap Danny on his arm, but I was frozen. It took everything I had to move just enough to lightly give his arm a tap. But I couldn't do anything strong enough to wake him up. This happened a few times more, until I finally woke up completely, staring at my nightstand, at those lights. I blinked, and they vanished, until all that was left was one normal looking red light. I just stared at this light in horror, because there's NOTHING on my nightstand except for a teddy bear, a picture of Danny, and a vase of dead roses. It must have been a bunch of FAs with SP, but that was the most REAL FA I had ever had. WTF were those lights?!?!!?!

Anyway I asked Danny about it this morning at breakfast and he doesn't remember anything about me poking him or before when I asked him if he said anything. Must have all been dreams. But these were different than anything ever before. Me no likey

Also later a dream about me getting my front teeth knocked out partially in a car accident.

I don't know why my recall was so bad last night, I got plenty of sleep. I started today, maybe that's why. I dunno.


- Putting the half-loaves in the slicer backwards.

- Someone from work I think wanted one of my 'healthy' cupcakes that I baked at home. I hated that I had to reveal their hiding spot.

- Chris was over an hour late coming home from school because they had a lock down. The police had to arrest come creepy old guy lurking around near the school, so they only let out the older kids, and kept the younger ones until the cops caught the guy.

Something about Danny, I think he was upset about something.

I had wine and theraflu last night, so I slept like a baby until 6am. Danny said I got up to pee but I don't remember it lol. Good thing I'm potty-trained

Non lucid fragments:

1. Katie had pictures of her from her old job where she owned a bakery that failed miserably. And I told her that the reason she's always kept her weight down was because she was so spastic all the time.
2. Chris and I were putting up xmas decorations all over this town that was covered in snow. Everything was so sparkly and snowflakey and Christmasy and glittery. The tree was the best. It was tall and completely silver. With a star made of diamonds.
3. I had one of those little vacuum things that runs around the floor by itself, cleaning the floor. It looked like a tea kettle. It accidentally sucked up some bacon grease so I had to clean it out. Icky.
4. Something with The Smurfs.

I had 2 Torpedo ales, a bottle of merlot, and 2 benadryl pills last night so I would be guaranteed some sleep.

It worked. Alas, no recall. There was a dream fragment that was from the last few days where I couldn't find a chef coat in the right size.

Me, my high school band director, and a middle eastern father were in the middle east somewhere, trying to find the guy's daughter. Apparently, there were these middle eastern guys that owned a shop that sold knock-of brand luggage. At the time, if someone in this country had the same first name as a fruit, they had to be punished. Like it was illegal. Or at least, the guys that owned the shop didn't like it. So the man's daughter was named after a fruit, and so were these twin boys. And one other person I believe. So the shop owners kidnapped them, stuffed them in a huge suitcase, and buried it in the sand behind the shop. They were alive though. So me and the dad and Mr Coulson went to go rescue them. The last thing I remember is sitting on a suitcase with Mr Coulson, trying to decide how we were going to do this exactly.

I stayed up too late last night so my recall is kinda poop. I know I had other dreams. Oh yeah, there was the one where we all went to Scarborough Fair, but it was all wrong. The place had been redone, and didn't look Renaissancey anymore. And Danny was suddenly looking more like Carsten, and beeing all whiney because he didn't understand the concept of a ticket will-call booth. The place morphed into the Dallas World Aquarium, and I got delayed messing with some make-up, and ended up at the end of the aquarium going backwards, while the rest of the family was at the start, going forwards. When we met up at one point, we were all wtf.

That's all I remember.

Just like last night, I was at my parents house. And just like last night, I had issues with folks trying to get through my bedroom window. Entirely different dream from last night, and entirely nonlucid.

I was in the family room watching tv, and mom was in the kitchen. The couch in the dream was a rocking couch, even though it wasn't in real life. For some reason, I had girl parts and boy parts. And the main boy part was actually IN the girl part. And rocking on the rocking couch felt real real good. I had a blanket over me, so you couldn't tell. Anyway, it was feeling a little toooo good, so I decided to go to my bedroom to finish. But some weird goth people (friend's of my mom I think?), who kinda lived on our porch right by my bedroom window, were trying to get into my room. Like their party was spilling into my bedroom. I was BALLISTIC. (lol, ball). I just shoved them back outside, locked the window lock, and started trying to pin my curtains over the window so they couldn't see inside either. By the time I had accomplished all that, I was no longer horny and I woke up.

An interesting side note: I told a coworker buddy of mine yesterday that I had the lucid dream the other night where i was a girl and had sex, then a guy and had sex. I said, it must be penis envy. She said, nah, it just means you're fine on your own.. you don't need a man because you have both parts. Then BOOM I dream I have both parts simultaneously. Power of suggestion, I love it!

Ok last night I had a nonlucid dream about zombies. I was at my parents house in Sunnyvale, and we were all stationed in different rooms, fighting them off. They were coming pretty slowly, I guess because it's such a small town. Like one or two an hour. I was stationed in my old bedroom with the bay window. I had the curtain up only on the left pane (closest to the front door). I also had that same window open. Reason being, when they came stumbling toward me (quite quickly, may I add), I could impale them immediately. I had the stool from mom's kitchen, painted sky blue instead of brown oddly, and I would jab the zombie with all four legs when they came to the window. Cool thing about this dream, you can stab them anywhere, like a human. Doesn't have to be the head. However, some of the zombies were starting to adapt. They could talk and carry on fairly normal conversations, even with humans. We still knew that they were zombies mind you, it's just that they were getting good at trying to talk their way out of us killing them. So one lady came to my window and was telling me something, I can't remember. I hesitated and she got in the house, as far as the utility room. I knocked her down by the washer and dryer, and stabbed her straight in her heart. She seemed upset by this, as black blood spilled from her chest. I think I would have felt bad about it except I didn't have time. I heard noises from the front door of the house. I ran to the living room, and saw by the front door (which was all glass, with 2 large glass side panes, stupid parents!!) gobs of zombies trying to bust through the stained glass. I froze, realizing I had forgotten my impaling-stool in the utility room! As I could see the zombies growling and pounding and trying to push through the glass, I was oddly rational. I asked myself, "What is the nearest thing to me that could double as a zombie-killer?" Then I looked to my right, toward the livingroom fireplace: FIREPLACE POKERS. 2 sets even. I always wondered why mom insisted on 2 sets, now I know why (or at least, I thought so in the dream. I mean, in real life she always had 2 sets of fireplace tools by each fireplace in our house. In real life I still don't know why, but in the dream, it was like providence. I w2as meant to use them to kill zombies). Anyway, I picked up both pokers, and ran to the kitchen. Only 3 zombies were able to get in, and they followed me into the kitchen. The leader was a male, and he could talk too. He was trying to engage me in a conversation. I started to falter at first; it was hard to kill something that seemed so human and docile. I was getting entranced by the conversation, and I thought of the woman in the laundry room. But the talking zombie said something about my son.. like, some comment he had read from Chris on facebook or something. Then I lost it, I shoved one of the pokers straight into his lifeless heart, twisting it as such to make him buckle to the floor. The other 2 zombies behind him vanished, along with the remaining outside.

The doorbell rang, and I rushed to the front door, expecting more god damn sentient zombies. But it was two older chinese people. They looked worried, because they were looking for their daughter. When they described her, I asked them if they were referring to Elsy, a girl that works in the sushi department where I work. They said yes, that's her. Which is odd in retrospect. because Elsy is Mexican. I told her parents that I would tell her that they were looking for her when I saw her at work the next day.

Weird thing number 1: I was just reading on dreamviews the last 2 days about a post where people were asking if they had ever killed in a lucid dream. I never killed anyone in a lucid or nonlucid until last night.

Weird thing number 2: Elsy is Mexican, in my dream her parents are Chinese, in real life she makes Japanese sushi. Hehe, my crazy head

Was at the grocery store and the cashier asked me to sing some opera. I said no because I had a cold. I have one in real life.

Dreamed Daisy was chewing on a bone like a normal dog instead of swallowing the whole thing in one piece like she does in real life.

Some more Katie fragments, and some mom fragments.

Side Notes: I didn't sleep well last night, so my recall is spotty at best. I think the reason I'm dreamign about Katie so much lately is because I'm constantly paranoid about her throwing me under the bus. She does that, especially if she gets in trouble for something. The first, and only thing she knows how to do when she gets yelled at, is to reach into her mind for the first person she can blow the whistle on, regardless if what she says is true or not. Rather than own up to her own mistakes, she tries to dilute the guilt by incriminating others. WHAT A SWELL GAL!!!

The dreams about my mother lately are all arguments. We almost never bicker about crap, and the dream arguments usually lead to lucidity. I'm guessing this is my subconscious being desperate to get lucid again. /therapy

I forgot to mention one of the non-lucid dream fragments from 2 nights ago: There was this guy who referred to his penis as his "butt-tooth". We had sex but it was just all wrong wrong wrong.

Last night Josh was there. Been a while. He was helping us save this one tree that had been injured. The tree would even groan like the trees from LOTR when we removed some of the dead branches. We of course left the branches that were showing green under the bark, because we knew those branches were still alive.

Then more of the usual and ridiculous Josh nonsense.

Katie from work and her husband Jeff were going to the movies in separate cars (I bet he would rather do that irl because she's a PSYCHOOOOoooo .. in a bad way). Anyway, she was stupid and didn't know how to get there. I guess she got ahead of him, got lost and frustrated, so she drove diagonally through 3 lanes of traffic to where Jeff was and parked her jeep, face to face, in front of his car. In moving traffic.

I confronted her about it at work the next day, because I had seen the whole fiasco. I was like "Hey Katie, do you drive a brown jeep?" She was like "I don't want to talk about it."

Then I watered all my plants with a water-fertilizer combo that you attach to your hose. Very convenient. While I was doing this, I found a bunch of really tiny shoes. Tiny, like the size of pinto beans. Gnomes?

3 non lucid fragments:

1. Trying to convince this young single mom to go to the same battered women's shelter I went to.

2. Harry and Ron accidentally cast a spell on Snape that caused him to pass out and make all his hair fall out. They didn't know the spell to restore it, only how to permanently attach 1 of 4 wigs that they found. They chose the one that looked like a spiked Devil's lock. Snape was not amused.

3. I was at mom's making a bagel with some blue cheese spread, when a crazy guy came into the kitchen, pretending to be lost and looking for a steak house. My stepdad got rid of him. Spooky looking guy. Then I went to the tv room and started watching a movie on tv. It was Sixteen Candles, but it had changed alot. Sam and Jake Ryan were still after eachother though, that part was still the same. Oh and Spandau Ballet's TRUE was playing at the prom as usual. Haha I woke up hearing it in my mind, and it's still in there as I'm writing this

Couple non-lucids.

1. I had adopted this alien looking child (looked alot like that girl from the movie Splice. She could run really really well, so I was letting her compete in these Olympic style events for little kids. She nearly always won the sprint races. Anyway, she got an unusual illness, and I wasn't sure what to do about it, since she was so different. So I called the orphanage where I got her. They accused me of using her as a slave by having her run these races. There was no money in those races, like dog or horse races, it was just something that made little kids famous. Anyway, I got arrested. I went to trial and the jury found me guilty. But they were willing to work with me. I was handcuffed, hands in front, and my lawyer talked to the judge for a minute, then came up to me and told me what I could do instead of jail. I had to dip my handcuffed hands into this shallow bowl of water, and there was a tiny razor blade on the bottom. I was to take this blade, cut a slice into my left middle finger. Then I could reach around the cuffs with that finger, where there was a little slidey button on the cuffs. I had to stick the hole on my finger over the slidey button, and pull until the cuffs came off. Then I would be set free. I literally told the judge, "HELL to the no way. I'll take the jail time. How long?" 4 to 5 years. So I went to this cushy jail where I was the only chick. The guys were nice, so was the warden. I guess they were all there for minor misdemeanors or misunderstandings too. All we did was hang around, eating and drinking beer after a day's worth of easy chores.

2. I was in a huge, beautiful green wheatfield (like in the movie Toys) having a big fiesta dinner with a huge Mexican family. I was given some shrimp that was supposed to be very spicy. But it wasn't, because it didn't have enough salsa verde on it. So I saw some chopped green anaheim peppers, and dipped it into the salsa verde sauce. It was a little spicy. Then everyone went into the house for some carnitas.


The orphan:


The wheat field:

Couple dreams last night. I dreamt that I was lying in bed with Danny (some other house, don't recognize it), and we kept hearing a really loud car drive around the block. It would slow down whenever it neared our house, even pull up in the driveway, linger for a bit, then resume lurking around the block. It was getting more frequent and scary, until finally they pulled into the driveway and got out of the car. I heard them come up to the porch. I said "Dannyyyyyyy.. what do we do?????" So Danny got up and went to the front door (which, oddly enough, was on our bedroom), and opened it really fast, in an effort to scare the lurkers. (Bear in mind Danny is a very tall, and foreboding looking man in real life). The people on the porch, an average looking man and woman, jumped back and blinked, startled half to death by Danny's aggressive move. They said something about looking for some people that lived next door. Turned out the whole thing was harmless. But damn those car noises were scaaaaaaaaaaaary.

Then a dream where me and nina (DV) and Seeker (DV) and Gabi (from work) were having a Christmas gift exchange party. I made white chocolate candies for everybody, except Gabi (who's a mega-christian and always on a diet). I got her one of those motivational christian things-in-a-frame. Anyway, long story short, I accidentally gave Seeker the christian gift meant for Gabi. Oops.