non-lucid

The dream consisted of a series of fragments as follows:

- I was updating Firefox? I also wrote down "rock climb" but can't remember it now. I do know I woke up in the middle of the night remembering this, and could still remember it when I woke up before work as I associated an image of a stretchy Firefox logo, and me climbing it. I should've been more detailed

- I was in my kitchen, and these two girls stood next to me by the chair. One of the girls was feeling uncomfortable because the other kept touching her butt. I also touched her butt, making the girl think it was the other friend. I remember feeling bad about this.

- I saw Angelina Jolie running around; she was being chased by a giant creature of some sorts. Armed with guns, she would run through some ruins and hide behind parts of buildings as the creature ran by. My view zoomed in on her eyes, which started flaming around, similar to the aura of a person in Smash Brothers Brawl. I knew she was about to go hamm on this creature.

- I was with two people, and we drove up to a building. We parked in front of another car in the parking lot where two guys were lounging around on their pickup truck. We were on a mission to find some secret object that belonged to someone I can't remember. We walked into the building, making sure to be quiet, as it was populated with a lot of people. I managed to find a pink shirt with my job's logo on it, and grabbed it, noting its weight. It turned out this object was the secret, as determined by its weight (it was not made of cotton as I originally suspected).

We moved the shirt back to our vehicle, and I guess the people we stole this from noticed, and began shooting us. I was hiding behind the car, scared of getting shot, but noticed my two partners were in the open. I pulled out a machine gun turret out of the back of our car, and placed it next to the car, still taking cover. The turret looked like this:



The turret was manually controlled by a small knob on the side that I continued turning. It started shooting, moving the head side to side as it did. I noticed though that the bullets were not hitting the targets as I would've liked. I ran out of ammo, and pulled out a pistol. I noticed that the two guys in the pickup truck turned out to be on our side, and was shooting the others as well.

At this point I realized I was dreaming, but I wasn't quite lucid. I did know though that I could control the turret. I started rewinding time, so I could have more bullets and hit the guys this time. I also decided to amp up the turret, as I didn't want my friends to die. I imagined the turret had 3 layers of 5 barrels each. While I was rewinding though, a DC appeared to me and told me that I could potentially have a lot of power if I wanted, but if I wanted to get anything out of dreaming, I had to present myself with challenges. He was telling me being completely lucid wasn't the right path, but instead I should try and aim for semi-lucidity and place myself in positions where I had to try harder to get out, as opposed to using my potential power to easily get out.

I took away the layers of turrets because of this, and instead just added more ammo. Time started back up, and I aimed again at the guys I initially aimed at, hitting them this time. At this point my dream ended.

I did not remember my dreams tonight.

[12:00 AM]

I began the dream with my current roommate (big football guy) towards our apartment, and he remarks on how he's frustrated with work, but I don't believe I really care. I actually think I laugh (in a polite way ), and try and steer the conversation elsewhere (in a manner where I don't have to think about the conversation, and can just say uh-huh as we walk). I make it back to my room, forgetting all about my roommate, and find my sister there. We are about to go to sleep, and tell each other we're going to be lucid tonight. I manage to fall asleep in the dream, and wake up in the dream, where I see my sister already awake, sitting on the bed across from mine. I talk to her for a little bit before I just blurt out "I must be dreaming."

At this point, I don't actually have the sensation that I'm lucid- rather, I dreamed of myself dreaming and being lucid. I believe my sister was also lucid in this dream, and we actually met on the astral plane. She looks at me and then asks me a question; all she says is "birds?" and looks expectantly at me (earlier I had a conversation with HorseLime about what we'd ask the DC that represented each other in our dreams, and I think I had something similar with my dream sister). I think for a while, sputtering out a couple of words, and then settle on "net," as in capturing a lot of birds. She seems satisfied with this and her face begins turning blue. She has trouble speaking, and I think she is choking or not breathing in real life.

I began shaking my head violently in the hopes of waking up, and am back in the room "awake." My sister is again already awake, and tells me she was testing me. She is scared she'll somehow choke in reality, and wanted to see if I'd be able to help her if we could connect on the astral plane. Since our rooms are next to each others in the apartment, I tell her we should knock on the wall in a certain pattern to signal if the other needs help (we did similar things when we were kids, though generally as games and a 3-knock pattern for "911"). She says something along the lines of that being unnecessary, but I respond I am also worried about choking. I'm not sure what we settled with on that, though I do remember feeling happy I passed this test, and I did at some point have a Jesus-like imagery (perhaps I felt like a god).

My mind jumps to a third person view, and flashes around school kids in a privileged school. It was like watching an advertisement for this place, and a variety of different computer science terms were strung together as the ad was playing. My mind eventually jumped to the actual school, and I saw some of the kids who were in the ads. They had a rating system to determine who was the smartest, and I remember the kid who held this title was a tiny Latino guy. My view then jumped to a blackboard where class began, and the teachers (there were two) as well as a student TA began teaching about the use of variables. I got the vibe that this was a pre-algebra course, and that the school prided themselves on their teacher to student ratio. Regardless, the actual teaching was pretty much gibberish.

Later on I was taking a test with HorseLime. I don't remember what it was about, but do remember HorseLime's embarrassment for asking a teacher for clarification repeatedly throughout. I may have teased him about this.

- Fragment: At one point while I was asleep in the dream, I was a ghost chasing my sister like PacMan.

[3:00 AM (?)]

I didn't open my eyes when I awoke, but am guessing it was around 3:00 AM. I heard the girl next door crying and yelling on the phone to her boyfriend presumably. I then had the following dream:

I was on the computer, chatting with Lisa Ann, successful porn star. She recently finished writing a series of books, possibly autobiographical, and I believe I was interviewing her. I don't remember my specific questions, but we seemed to have hit it off, and I got this notion that I was now her pupil. I was hoping for a recommendation with some porn competition, and thought I could ride her success to get a bit farther. At one point, I was on the toilet and I had her stack of books, wrapped in vacuum sealed plastic. I remember feeling satisfaction opening the books, and being amazed by how thick each book was (though the number 80 is floating around as the number of pages of each book). I finish using the bathroom and am aware she is downstairs. I want to thank her in person, as I was hoping for a blowjob. I go downstairs, meekly say thanks for all her help (which she responds, "sure, no problem"), and I leave quickly.

I'm later out on a field, where girls had to line up. Guys in succession were being picked, who then had to pick a girl, pull her pants down, and eat her out. I was waiting my turn, when this big guy who looked vaguely familiar was picked. He picked a girl I knew a while back, #059-354, and I was very grossed out by this fact. I start walking away but as I do so, the big guy decides to pick me up and throw me on the ground, though only lightly as a joke. I try and sit up, but he keeps stepping in my way, and then complaining that I am the one who is causing all this trouble. He finally lets me up, and we do a handshake (with a neat little slide of the palms), and go our separate ways. I didn't like him, but he must've thought we were friends.

As I'm walking I end up in a baseball lineup. I'm waiting in a very long line, and am probably in the 6th position before swinging. I was nervous that I would swing and screw up for the team. Ronald Weasley was standing behind me, commenting the same. I remember #740-9421 was able to hit the ball, and nearly got a home run but fell short. I finally made it to bat, and managed to get a home run my first swing. I was happy, and I began rounding this giant field (not a baseball diamond) that I believe was the same as my middle school field. The people in front of me stayed in front of me as I rounded the field, and I eventually stopped with them at this presentation on the other side.

People were crowding around, trying to listen to some man discuss racism. Eventually the crowd dispersed except for a guy I recognized from middle school dressed in a nice suit, and myself. Before us remained an old white man and Barack Obama, discussing the prevalence of racism. Eventually the white man stops talking, and Obama begins discussing a program that me and the other guy could join, called IO (as in input/output). The guy from middle school began making up a lot of excuses on why he can't do this, and Obama quickly disregards him and looks at me. I comment on the fact that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I would most definitely join this program.

We both then head over to a car, and begin picking up kayaks and placing them on the hood. I again think of a recommendation, and how great it would be to get one from Obama, as well as some great guy in computer science back in my school. After piling the kayaks I get into the car, and immediately feel choked. Part of the car was against my neck, pressing my head to the roof of the car. I loosen it up, lean the car back, and look around. Obama has now turned into a really old white man, and the car we were in was very dirty and unkempt. I don't think too much of it though, and notice a pair of headphones were strategically hanging off of part of the car next to my ear. The radio was playing through this, as well as the car stereo, and I heard snippets of a comedy show blaring out, very closely echoed into my ears from the headphone. Unfortunately I don't remember any of the jokes.

I somehow make it to the backseat and have a bag of trail mix like food. A girl enters through the side of the car, and the old man is sitting there as well (kind of like in the back of a limo, but still very dingy). I offer her some of the trail mix, which turns out to consist of nothing but grapes, raisins, and "watermelon" (it looked like flat sunflower seeds with a watermelon texture). She politely refused, and I pulled out one of the watermelons, which turned into a cookie in my hand. I found some chocolate dip nearby, and dipped the cookie, taking a bite afterward. The girl commented on how sweet that must be.

Last night I probably had the worst dream recall I've had in weeks. The only thing I remember, was that my parents got my sister and I these Nintendo DS's, though they were just GBAs wrapped in some case. We got a couple of games, related to Wario. I was with them at a restaurant at some point. I remember playing some game with a bomb, with my sister. I was nervous that my parents spent to much money on these.

I was brought to a basement where I met the Shipwright Tom and watched as he started building a shelf on this wall in this danky room. I was excited, as I think I knew I was in a dream and was going to tell HorseLime that I got to meet him. He was doing a terrible job, and commented on how he overdid it earlier. He grabbed one piece of wood and, though it was jagged and curved in most spots, it wasn't in one, completely ruining the shelf. He told me to search for a game. I found a game boy color game, with kirby on it (black and white), mixed in with "DS" games (they looked like GBA games).

My boss was telling me about risc, which is a reduced instruction set computing, but he was talking about it in something related to javascript, and how it was reduced complexity. I was sitting there, and he talked for like an hour. Another person, #507-7414, was there. My boss said if anyone needed to leave they could. #507-7414 said thank god, laughed, and left. Another guy came. Boss said its time to work, but the guy didn't have a shift today. The boss just revised schedule and now he did.

I started out my dream back home with my sister. I was changing and put on some jeans and a wife beater, as my sister and I wanted to go see a movie. Unfortunately it was around 10:00 PM and I was worred my parents wouldn't let us. Before I went downstairs to ask, I began looking around for one of those Lance Armstrong LiveStrong bracelets. I noted in my mind that I thought they were stupid, and even remembered a previous conversation I had with someone discussing how no one actually believes what they where. But I made this an exception as I found a black bracelet, with the faded words, "Program Smart" or something similar, and could get behind the message. I remember finding at least 4 other bracelets around my room before finding this one on the bookshelf.

My sister and I make our way downstairs but beforehand wants to confirm who asks to go. I told her it doesn't matter so she went downstairs real quick and asked. My parents seemed not to have heard so we sat on the couch for a bit. My sister would bring it up on occasion, saying she's worried if they don't respond the movie will pass. Finally my parents seem to hear, and say something along the lines of, "You're crazy. It's too late."

We end up in a car anyways (my sister driving), around the school I go to. At one point, the brakes seemed a little faulty and though she pressed on it, she went further than she intended. She was going to take a left, but several cars were making there way down the T-intersection so she waited in the middle of the road. I asked what she would have done if a car wanted to turn, as she skidded way to far, and she made some remark on them having to wait.

As we continue driving we end up behind this car with 3 guys making fun of an older man. My sister didn't want to intrude, but I decided to press on the horn and tell them what was up. In anger, they began chasing us (we were now on foot). We ended up getting into a bathroom back home and locking the door, which one of the guys were beating against. I told my sister we were about to attack back and grabbed a towel. Telling her to get behind me, I open the door and wrap the towel immediately around the guys neck, throwing him on the ground. Everytime he decided to struggle I pulled tight on the towel as a warning, and he eventually calmed down.

I may have awoken at this point, but after falling back asleep, I was in the passenger seat of Justin Bieber's car, him driving. We were driving around, and he seemed fairly down to earth; I was wondering why people gave him so much hate. I believe more happened in this dream, but I can't remember.

Disclaimer: The following two paragraphs use the word "penis" a lot

In any case, I somehow end up in another room back in my apartment and was about to take a shower. A black guy comes into the shower as well, and I recognize that for some reason he's my husband. He was also under the impression that today would be the first time we had sex. I was standing there naked waist down in the shower and he decided to do so as well, commenting on our penises as he did so. He moved his penis to touch mine, and when it made contact, I remember feeling this wave of revulsion. In addition, our penises afterward acted like two ends of a magnet, always repelling one another. He also made a comment about getting to put it up my butt now that we were married which I was going to not do, though I didn't know how to tell him.

In any case I left the shower and turned the corner. There in another room were a group of 4 women, all of who saw us naked. We hid behind the corner and got clothed and then went back over to the women. They started talking to the black guy, while I sat in front of one of my friends (#154-26), female, playing a game of mancala. I joined the game, and she made a remark on how good she was at the game. In addition, we were cramped on this table across from one another, and everytime she moved her leg, she would somehow rub my penis in a pleasurable way. I tried to pretend I didn't notice, as I don't think she noticed, and I didn't want her to not do it, so we just talked further about the rules of mancala. I remember having trouble with some of the math, as I tried moving a marble from each different spot, as well as getting to go again, all while her rubbing my penis.

So yeah...

I had another dream at this point, though I can't recall quite what happened. But after this 3rd dream I had a fourth, in which I also can't quite recall what happened except for me feeding a bunny and one of my dogs bits of pop-tarts (ice cream smoothie flavored) back and forth. They would keep chewing part of my hand, and for some reason, I think it might have hurt a little. I would lightly swipe their noses saying "no, no, no" or something similar.

10:30 PM
I was watching television, sitting on a ledge of a cliff of beds (the ledge was a single mattress that butted out of the main column). On the television was a series showing pornstars using their fame to raise awareness for animals. Each image displayed on the screen. Each image consisted of a hurt animal and a woman looking up, with a lot of cleavage, at the camera, in a manner such as "Shame on you." Some of the animals displayed were parrots or dogs. The pornstars would pet the animals in "sexual" ways (not to the animals themselves). At one point I believe there was talk of dead animals and necrophilia.

As a side note, I do not condone this nor do I find pleasure in any of that .

Later on I was looking up cars and writing SQL queries for a business (perhaps Disney). There was talk of giant corporations not needing coverage of 100% of their items.

I also had a view of an angel trying to fly, or giving the illusion of flight. The view consisted of images shoddily ran through like in a flipbook. I was told by someone that by moving the angel in each image, it looks as if its flying.

3:30 AM
I again attempted a WILD and had the following dream:

I was walking behind a girl, naked (her as well), down a street behind another naked girl. I would accidentally brush up against her butt periodically, which resulted in me getting an erection. Suddenly she was on the other side of the street, taking a shower, and I turned away to hide myself. As I turned my eyes fell upon a field in which a lot of different people were playing around. A midget and a taller woman seemed to be in a relationship laughing around, and lots of kids were playing. At this point I was clothed and forgot about the two girls. Amongst this crowd were two pygmies playing with rockets. They would shoot fire at the ends and propel the rockets at people intentionally trying to hurt them.

They were doing a poor job and the woman with the midget pulled out her own rocket launcher, shooting at a building and blowing off parts of it. The pygmies, not wanting to be shown up, decided to shoot three napalm filled rockets in quick succession. Two went off into the distance but one fell short and landed near me. I was able to avoid it, but I saw my sister was also close by. I yelled at her to get away but the napalm caught onto her skin- she turned into a piece of paper that then floated by me and burnt away.

I became enraged and grabbed the pygmies by the scruff of their necks, one in each hand. I found a pond and shoved their faces in, drowning both, though I intended to only get them near drowning so I could repeat the process ad infinitum. I then grabbed a shovel and beat one of them into dust with it. Later on I was with someone, and I lamented to them about the fact that my sister not only died, but suffered greatly during the process. I turned to a tunnel and began crying, and the person with me came in and consoled me. He later described some of his own losses.

I later ended up in a classroom in front of a former teacher. I was still thinking about my sister, and would have to try and stop myself from crying. The teacher then drew an odd toilet on the blackboard. It had a faucet out of the top, where the closet would usually be, and instead of a bowl, it had two drains level to one another. I believe one was for solid waste and the other for liquid. I also think the faucet was meant to serve as a bidet.

The goal was to come up with a marketing strategy to discuss why someone would want to buy this toilet. I started trying to come up with reasons (I don't remember what it was), but the girl behind me decided to start dancing, followed by another dude sitting where she was and poking my head. I told him to quit, as I needed to make progress on this paper.

I return home and come across my mother and my sister, unhurt. I was amazed by this, but it turned out I had an identical half-sister named Nash (I have no idea where this name came from) who died, not her. My mother began talking about a boy and his grandmother, and a similar event that happened with them (one dying presumably). During this talk I poured myself a bowl of curly fries with milk. My mother thought this was gross, but after trying a curly fry, agreed it was good.

Lastly, and disjoint with the rest of the dream, I remember Madison Ivy and Geoff Ramsey with some other girl, creating a porno in a very cheesy way. He was complaining that he needed a bigger butt to rub his moustache in, which was the cue for the other girl to walk to. My view jumped from these two to an elevator I was in, with my dad. It was manually powered, and to operate it required moving a lever vertically (up to go up, down to go down). It was very fast though, and we had to be careful not to hit either the ground or ceiling. Later on I led him on my hands and knees through a scavenger hunt or something.

I was with my father out in the garage, trying to get something working for my sister. What this was exactly, I'm not sure, but I do remember thinking it was very expensive to be attempting it, and would probably be best to just buy instead. Later on I was talking to my sister and saying how we should both get really good at sword swinging, and that it would look cool in like videos and things. I remarked on how we had plastic swords, so we never had to use real ones, and would imagine myself doing "tricks."

Lastly, I woke up from my bed in my dream, and got up in order to go to school. I was so tired I would "sink" through the air slowly as I fell down the stairs (at one point I was standing and just tipped forward, landing softly on my chin onto a lower step of the stairwell). I saw my mom, who was a little exasperated that it was 1:00 PM and I just got up, but I gave her a hug and said "It's all good" or something similar. She needed to take me back now, so I first went to my room and cleaned the place up a bit. I found a scrap of paper I didn't want her to find, though I don't remember what was on it, and threw it away. I was also in a huge rush, so I took off my shirt, wiped my armpits, and reapplied deodorant, as I was scared I would not be able to take a shower for a bit.

Afterward I walked into the bathroom and tried fixing my hair. I noted I wasn't wearing boxers, but, for some reason, kept a rolled up piece of newspaper sticking out of my very colorful pants. My mother needed the newspaper, and I was a little worried that when she grabbed it she would notice I was going commando, but, if she did, she didn't make any comment. My hair was longer than it is now (I recently cut most of it off), and I was applying water in spots where I wanted it to go down.

I walked downstairs to wait for my mother and came across two dogs, one of which I actually owned (a really annoying, but likeable, doberman) and a tiny yorkie I don't have. The dogs were extremely excitable and would keep trying to lick me everywhere. I felt like my attention was only going to the doberman, so I pushed him back to pet the other one for a bit, which he responded to negatively, growling out of jealousy.

Then my stupid alarm rang (not that my dreams were particularly exciting).

I was in a classroom with a lot of other people and somehow instantiated a competition between me and a fellow computer scientist. A woman was standing before us and decided to ask us each a series of questions Jeopardy style (on a powerpoint appeared to be a Jeopardy board). We both agreed and the questions began:

1. Name a program in Unix
2. Why do people program

For the first question I buzzed in quickly, as my partner didn't know anything, and said "grep, which is a regular expression tool to find..." or something similar. For the second question I responded, "To bring down the system, and similar." The subsequent questions had an additional property of being able to "own" whatever it is that you answered correctly. For example, the next question was of a girl dancing, and, while my opponent took a guess and failed, I decided not to answer as I was unsure of what to expect. I don't remember what the answer was (or if there was even a question), but I remember she was assigned a value of $60 for a date.

After this I came up to a window, and tried making my old friends laugh. They were sitting on a spinning table, and I was outside peering in. In the case I remember, I had to make #9428-31 laugh, as well as #36. As they spun around, I would stare at them very seriously, and while #9428-31 maintained a straight face, #36 did not. As a result, #36 actually won and when I opened the door in between, I had to give #36 $200. As I opened the door though, a group of my friends came out, asking for an autograph. I remember writing on one of their forehead's in particular (that of #740-8421), which was incredibly pimply.

I made it in and #9428-31 came and asked me to sign this piece of paper, which I did, as well as writing $200 on top. I realized I shouldn't have done that, since #36 won and told him this, to which he agreed. I noticed further down this room were people playing a variety of board games. Before going down that route, I explored the kitchenware and the shower, which were right next to each other and had no curtain. I washed my hands, remembering that the water each of us use was the same as in our dormitories. I turned around and walked back to where people were playing board games and saw #6412-91234 playing chess and #27-570214 playing #641-102 in a game of army men. #6412-91234 told me he was playing with the other two, but he didn't understand the game. My viewport jumped to them and became black and white, as one of their "army men" died, and simultaneously, #641-102 cut his finger with one of the pieces.