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#2 ["Who was it?"] ~Non-Lucid~

Uptown - It was night, and lights surrounded me wherever I looked. I am presuming I was deep within the labyrinth of an modernized city. As I could not recall the complexity, so I'm going to not look past the forest for the trees. I most certainly recall riding on a motorcycle, it was dark -possibly black.
I had gloves on and a sensation of freedom was all I thought of as I zipped pass slowly moving vehicles. I came to a 'red light' and immediately I took notice to destitutes, prostitutes and all kinds of social dross. A dark-tinted black vehicle pulled up next to me. I felt intimidated and fearful when the operator of the vehicle began lowering his window.
It was cracked, it was most possibly a middle-aged man, someone you wouldn't want to be alone with. He winked and smiled - a skip in recall occurs here.

Nowhere - I was 'still' on my motorcycle moving -'flying'- down the open roads. It remained night and I can clearly and vividly recall the clouds, which were of various odd shapes. As I was staring at the left side of the road and scenery I was hit in the head with an object. I turned to discover where and who had thrown it, but no one was there -recall ends.


[I used expressive language, however I believed I stayed true to my recall. Also ever since I made the decision to 'do this' my dreams have been quite devoid of happiness. My prior dream -before I started doing this- was bright and cheerful I hope I can record a more pleasant dream.]

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I live in a world confined to one large city, from which no one ever exits, at least that I know of. But I feel oppressed by this society and it's forms of control, so I come up with a plan to escape. I meet someone who works for the government and is also not so happy with life and glad to help me out. She knows of archives on the 66th floor of a governmental building, where every persons records are kept and some sort of tracking system. She gets me inside and I find my file and tracker and destroy it. But we are caught and soon an army of securities is heading towards us. I tell her to go away and blend in with the other workers, no one will know she was involved. I escape to the top of the building. Encounter some security, fight, steal a gun, use it against other securities. The gun is a mix of taser and laser. It shoots a kind of red ray that only activates when I press a red button on my gun, immobilizing the person shot previously. Not very practical, but it helps. I manage to reach the roof of the building. I see the city spreading in all directions. The truth is I have no idea if there's anything else beyond this city, never even seen its frontiers. But I dive in the void and fly away, from building to building. I will find out.

9.14.15

Last night:

DR:

I'm in a room with lots of small, one person cabins. Like in a public indoor pool. They have a small bench, few hooks for your clothes where you can change to/from your swimsuit. They all have doors on both sides.

I'm being chased by someone who wants to give me a tattoo. I don't want it so he wants to give me a shot to make me compliable. I get away and I'm making turns in this room, going in and out of the cabins to confuse and lose whomever is chasing me. I get an image of Ophelia's tattoo and I think that maybe I would let him give me that. I know I'm safe and I love these types of chase dreams. Exciting, but safe.

I somehow end up in different but nearby part of this complex. There are some metal beams where ceiling used to be. I'm walking on them, looking down. It's an old building. It used to be a prison. We ar exploring it with somebody else.

I come to a room with water in it and I realize it's a small swimming pool for the inmates. The metal beems are in the water too. As I get into water (I love dream water), I'm brushing against the beams and they are scratchy from tiny dots of rust that has formed all over the metal. The place feels really old. I realize that the inmates were not able to swim in it, only to immerse themselves to fight the heat.

This one was kinda lengthy. It all started in some new house I got. The house was incredibly technology focused. I apparently got the house because the kid that used to live there died. Creepy. Anyway, the house was huge, it had big rooms with wooden flooring, and it looked very much like a mansion. It probably was a mansion. I remember going into this kid's room, and seeing what he had. All the things he owned were now mine apparently, so I looked around for cool stuff. He had a bed that had drawers underneath it, so I remember pulling a drawer out and seeing a bunch of things. There was a little bit of various clothing, a GameBoy, a microphone, small portable speakers...
I even saw my own Pokemon Silver Cartridge in the drawer. I could recognize it because it has an old sticker on the back. There was a bit more than that, but that's all I can really pinpoint. The thing is, I own those things in real life. Even the GameBoy was purple, like the one I actually have. Something really didn't seem right. I picked up the microphone and showed it to my mom who was standing in the doorway. I had to remove it from the tangle of cords first though. I was excited specifically about the microphone for some reason, still not sure why I even would be. What frustrates me the most is that I ALMOST went lucid when I pulled out the drawer, but especially when I picked up the microphone. Something about touching things in dreams makes me almost lucid.

This happened before in a really old dream I had that has an entry here on this site. In "These Guys Want Their Pepsi" I'm pretty sure I picked up a football in this dream, and when I did, I almost went lucid just like in this one. Oh, but we're only 1/3 done this dream, so let's continue...

Then next part was that in the house near the entrance, but also near the kitchen, there was a button with the Steam logo on the wall, and I remember pressing it, then heading into a dark room. Maybe it was the bedroom again? I remember picking up some random toy and it was a transparent Walkie-Talkie that displayed the time digitally, and played music. The music was sort of alien-like, and I'm not sure how else to describe it. I remember there was a big screen in front of me at this point, maybe for a gaming console? My mom was there and was trying to play something for some reason but I kept on having to guide her through the basic menus. Sounds like something I'd actually have to do in real life if she ever decided to play my PS3. Oh joy. I'm not sure what happened after this, but next thing I know, I'm a soldier in a series of tunnels. A series of very very hot steel tunnels. There's a bunch of automatic doors, and other soldiers. Eventually everything started to get hotter, even though I couldn't actually feel anything. Everyone's armor was just glowing orange and melting, killing the people inside the armor too, obviously. It didn't happen to me, I took off my helmet and I was able to get out somehow. The tunnels all turned glowing orange from the heat and started collapsing. Not sure why all that happened. Now for the next part...

I was suddenly very far away from the mansion and the tunnels, walking down the street with a woman who was (apparently) my wife. Then suddenly out of nowhere, we gazed off into the distance and saw a HUGE explosion. Like a disaster level explosion. My wife and I started running down the road very fast. The shockwave never came, but the explosion itself was heading our way. It was pretty far from us, so we had some time. We ran and ran... All the while, she was behind me, so I was never able to focus on her face. We came across one black car on the road that looked like it belonged in the 1930's. It stopped for us, and without saying anything, I opened one of the rear doors, and saw that the car was full. My wife closed the door quickly and the car sped away.
I never really thought it was creepy at the time, but the 4 people in the car were all dressed in 1930's attire, and as soon as I opened the door, they were all staring at me with a bleak expression on their faces. There appeared to be two women and two men, from what I can remember. My "wife" ran on ahead somehow without me even seeing her, and I ran to some random place. I ran inside a building and was stopped by a woman. I asked her what this place was and she said it was the Disaster Center. I remember asking through panting where my "wife" was. She was just around the corner in some waiting area. I joined her, but for some reason was instantly transformed back into my normal self, and my "wife" took the form of my mother. She was sitting down chatting with her friend who had 3 kids. I remember having a lunch there with a ton of things in it, peach yogurt, potato chips... A bunch more stuff I can't remember. The youngest of the other woman's kids was a toddler and started trying to take my food, one item by one. As soon as one was taken, I'd take it back immediately. This went on for what actually seemed like at least two whole minutes. Eventually I got the hang of it and started predicting what food item the kid would go for next. I shouted "Stop taking my food!" and then suddenly everything changed again. This next part happened right before I woke up. For some reason, I was out of the dream now, but it kept going. ( You know, when a dream sorta becomes a movie that you watch.) It was about two "monster" parents letting their daughter be a part of monster combat training...? This really reminded me of Monsters Inc... Some big monster boss guy said that her colors made her more unique.

Then, I woke up. That was the longest dream I've had in a while, whoa. And all that was still the third dream I had last night. (Check previous entry for other one that I remembered little of, and the other one that I remembered absolutely nothing from.)

From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favour fire...

Infiltrating a sorority/fraternity and it's terrible. And my female SHIELD agent is covering for the fact that Captain America is terrible at undercover work.

Now I'm part of a group of three people who are living semi-harmoniously in an older part of town. We have some interesting projects on the go, like improving playgrounds and adding giant transparent red walls to sidewalks so that people have to zigzag through.

I'm looking through a catalogue that has sheaths for ritual daggers that are being advertised pinned to the pages. There are daggers for earth, air, fire and water, and unsurprisingly I'm interested in the fire one.

And then I remember that I already have a ritual dagger. I turn it over in my hand. The blade is pure silver in the dream, unlike the real one.

I'm walking down a road, trying to find my way back to the original path.I know that if it takes too long to get back, I'll lose the thread of the dream, so I hold out a hand to the end of the street and soar towards it.

The street I want to take is the second from the end, but I can't find it, because the second path is now an alley that goes into someone's backyard. I follow the path and find a raspberry bush, and I look around for a basket. I decide that there will be one on the deck when I go to find it, but there's only a box that holds some kindling. I empty out the kindling onto the pile of smaller pieces of wood.

I look around and see an old, dying tree, and all I can notice is that the branches are so dead that they'd make great kindling for the cabin owner's fire.

There are workmen in the backyard. Apparently there are signs saying that they'd be in the area.

I'm Dean Winchester now. Sam and I know that when you get caught somewhere, you pretend that you belong there, so we approach the workmen and strike up a conversation.

They're vampires, as it turns out.

There's a fight.

I drive a stake into one man's chest—

wait, that's zombies in this universe

—and my silver dagger appears in my hand. I swing it around and slice into the vampire's neck as I throw my weight forward. The vampire stumbles, still off-balance from the stake, and I'm behind him, slicing into his throat and grabbing at his hair so that I can fully behead him.

(There's an argument as to whether this works according to the rules of the game. I win.)

There are bodies all over the back yard, now. We're going to have to burn them.

I grab wood from the shed out back and set to covering our dead vamps with lumber and kindling. I'm lighting the shed itself on fire when I hear a shout.

The man who appears was a friend of John Winchester's, and he's angry that his property is going up in flames.

I'm trying to choke him out without killing him. He struggles, and it's not working, but then he changes tactics and tries to grab at my ears and pull.

I decide that it's a trope of the genre that you can hit someone over the head and knock them out without being at risk of killing them, so one of us hits him over the head with the butt of a rifle.

Fire burns, and the old tree from earlier provides us with as much kindling as we need. I go over to the cabin, and realize that there's meat drying in the racks along the outside wall. My stomach churns as I realize that it's cursed all to hell—I don't want to think about what kind of meat has gone into the ground meat patties that are sitting on the rack, but there's a telltale haze of angry spirits hanging around the meat. Somehow, at least one of them is an ancient, powerful indigenous spirit, how the fucking hell...

I set it all on fire.

A blonde, average-sized woman with curly hair enters the yard, looking curious. "What's going on?" she asks, looking genuinely curious.

Because all we need is another civilian to knock out and haul away before they die of smoke inhalation.

"Ma'am," I start—

She looks past me. "You know, certain spirits are actually freed when you burn them."

Witch, I think. Of the Supernatural-style variety. I run forward, brandishing my knife, and she laughs as I plunge it into her chest. Light explodes from the place where the knife stabbed into her, and she soars up into the sky, a being of pure white light and destruction.

I turn around to deal with the spirit, and I think I'm calling up an explosion of—hellfire, soulfire?—and it's enveloped completely.

My long black cloak trails out behind me as I crash into the other witch, tearing into her. I snarl as I grab part of her cloak—pull it away with part of her essence as a ripping, tearing noise fills the air—and shoot past her. There are three of us, beings of darkness and the night, tearing through the sky and tearing into the thing of light that wants only to destroy.

Darkness can be a force for good in the world just as light can, and both can snuff out life as well as they can extend it. All we need—I think, flying at the other witch—is for some idiot to think that the good guy is being outnumbered here just because they're burning with Light.

3 dreams happened last night. The first one I don't remember really, but I do remember enough of the other two. I feel as though the last one deserves its own entry though.

1. ???

2. I was in what appeared to be a school library, sitting down on the floor with a friend of mine, playing my 3DS system, although on the top screen on the right, it had another circle pad, covered in a piece of cellophane plastic to protect it I guess. I don't remember what I was playing, but I remember someone who I actually know who is really super annoying came over and started to bother us. I remember answering his questions in a very annoyed tone, while keeping my face glued to the screen of my 3DS.

3. -See next entry-

This is my first recording of a dream from last night. 9/14/2015

I only remember two of my dreams. The first was very disturbing and unwarranted. I don't even know how I got this dream because there's nothing currently in my life that I can think of that would trigger it. The second was a typical work-related dream.

A&A-The first dream took place in the middle of a sort of apocalyptic period. The world was being invaded by an alien species and scientists were preserving peoples brain activity in microchips so they could preserve the human race (think Transcendence) until they could reach a safer planet. People were abandoning the Earth by the millions, but there was only so much availability and so little time. My mother was dating one of the scientists in charge of creating microchips. He was an older man, average build with a grey/white beard, bald and with glasses. He only had one extra ticket for an escape ship to the other planet. Without a second thought, my mom accepted his offer to leave with him and started heading towards the door, ready to selfishly abandon her family. I was sitting in the dining area when I saw her getting ready to leave. I became so angry. I yelled and screamed at her as she continued heading out the door. She didn't even look back, but called something to me over her shoulder. I ran to stop her. It was like slow motion for dramatic effect in a movie. I finally reached her, but all I'm able to grab is a fist-full of hair. I yank her head back and some how a Cutco knife appeared in my hand. (For the record, Cutco is a brand of high quality kitchen knives. I used to sell them a couple of years ago. Ever since then, I always use Cutco when I cook, and if I use a knife in my dream, it's always a Cutco knife.) I stabbed my mom multiple times to stop her from leaving. It wasn't gory. There was no blood or wound for that matter. I was just really angry, crying and shaking throughout. It was very disturbing. I was very stiff and numb when I woke up. I shook the dream out of my head and went back to sleep.

I did the hallucination thing for a little while, where flashes of images and voices raced through my mind. Finally my dream landed on something memorable.

Car Salesman-I was at work. I work for a mattress company and I sell beds. I've been there for a year and a half. Anyway, instead of selling beds at work, I was supposed to start selling cars. The only problem was that I wasn't trained on how to sell these cars and I wasn't trained on how to use the new computer system. I had a guest looking to get two inexpensive cars for his little boys (don't know why an 8 year old needs a car, but hey!) I needed help ringing up his sale because I'd never done it before. I was actually surprised when I woke up because normally in my dreams whenever I'm using any kind of technology (especially if it's an emergency in my dream, like I need to get a hold of the police!) whatever device I use fails to work for me, or I forget how to use the device. I'll have to dial a phone number 10 times or try to figure out how to even use a phone or a computer in my dream. I get really frustrated when that happens. But this time, I was able to use the computer smoothly. I woke up before the dream could finish. (Usually I'll know if a dream officially ends because a song or some type of music will start playing before I wake up, like the end of a movie without the credits, lol.)

That's it for now. I have a lot of dreams I'd like to write down from my past: childhood LD's or vivid dreams or any other past LD's/vivid dreams.

I decided to try binural beats for a change. I stuck my earphones in and tried ones for sleep. I was sat there listening to them for about 5 - 10 mins ten I decided to take then off. I felt nice and relaxed and kind of tired. I turn over onto my side and close my eyes, I kept on
falling in and out of visualisation, once I was in the visualisesion my awareness was no longer on our reality. You could say I was in the state wakefulness and sleep. I was coming back and fourth like a yoyo until I decided to actually stop.


Edit : spent some time in the alpha state! Nice and lovely!

Before sleeping I had pratically nothing to do with anything concerning Tupac. Although this dream really did sent chills through.)

During the beginning of this dream, I had arrived at this small house. For some reason it seemed like I had family that lived there or I was visiting someone. As I walked into the house, I was greeted by few people, their faces I cannot remember, but this was the point where it seemed like I was able to pretty much control what I could do and say. I walked around a bit, passing through the living room. Though no one was in there at the time, I felt a pull towards staying in there. After making my way into the kitchen and a few of back bedrooms, searching for something, I was back in the living room. As I passed in front of the couch, was pulled down onto the floor. It just so happened that it was Tupac. He had been laying there watching the t.v. I looked up at him and grabbed his cheeks, staring at him for a minute as if I couldn't believe he was actually there. Although, that's where I realized it was a dream. I ended up sighing softly and looked away, him tilting my chin up. That's when I spoke, saying, "I know you're not real, but why do you keep popping up in my head?" He simply laughed and replied, "Because, sweetheart, I'm coming back. Infact, I'll be back soon. Just keep your eyes open." I woke up after that. Sadly. I absolutely love his smile so it just kind of felt like I was ripped away when I wasn't ready. I just wish I knew what the heck it all meant.

There was definitely more to this dream than I can remember.

I know that we (Dakota and I) were outside of the trailer park. The place seemed to be a bit more popular than what it actually is, and I think the vice principal of my old high school was in the trailer closest to the road. He was sitting out at the side, on his porch (which doesn't actually exist) when we walked by. I remember that the stars seemed to be doing something strange . . . I believe there was a very detailed constellation of a little girl in the general area that Orion is at these mornings.

I'm sure that we were causing some manner of mischief, but I don't know what.

After that, at some point I was on either this site or tulpa.info, and someone (a member called Fede, I believe) was talking about lucid dreaming.

Side note: I'm very glad that I dreamed about lucid dreaming! Even though I'm really only shooting for LDs during the weekends, I'll be more than happy to have them on the weekdays, too. I had four hours of sleep, so perhaps I should take note of that.

Coworker of mine suggested I need a jacket with a blouse I am wearing. I correctly assumed this came from the boss who is most into dress code. I told him I did not have anything better to wear this morning. At first I was defensive like what is wrong with this blouse, it is light blue with white flowers. But then I noticed the see through panel in the front that made much of my front body visible including my nipples.

Client representative whom I sometimes call a snake whichwas actually helpful in this dream. He helped me figure out a bug in my program that was caused by the wrong keyboard shortcut opening the wrong application. He got help from a colleague of mine figuring it out, and I realized I should have asked the colleague for help myself. But he was nice about it. My boss made sure the docents toon got updated to reflect any changes. My client said that yes he is good about that, meaning my boss is good about updating docs, which could have been an acnowledgement of good or a subtle dig as in that is all he is good about.

After many years of putting on jungle / drum and bass events I got invited to host a night in an exclusive club with an excellent sound system. All I had to do was show up everything else was provided. I talked to my friend Emmet over the holidays and he said that everything would go well as the guys that were putting on the gig were legitimate. I was never so relaxed in my life. When I got to the door I was one of the last people in the que but it did not seem to bother me. I was charged too much but that did not seem to bother me either. Then when I was getting my money back from the overcharge I met these old friends that I would not have known that well and did not get on with that well. They were both so vivid to me and I greeted them with positivity. I put my hand on my friends shoulder to say everything is fine and he liked it. There was little anxiety in this dream.

My friend James was working with me in my family business. I had to meet him in Dublin to complete a deal. We were quite busy. I went to my retreat centre and saw this lovely checkers set for sale. My friend Dan was behind the counter and sold me the checkers set which was beautifully carved out of wood for a very good price. It seemed too low to me and I could have given him more seeing as he gave me the board for free. I think he made a mistake. The shop was clean and vivid and the counter was made of clear glass. Dan was busy but confident. There was a slight sense of anxiety in this dream as it was to do with deadlines etc. I wanted to bring the checkers set to James as a gift. I had already bought a chess set before from them.

I came upstairs and saw that no one was using the xbox, my brother was sitting on the lounge in front of it so then I went in my room and looked at my xbox 360 games and they all were unorganised, messy and not in alphabetical order like usual (I like to be very organised) and I noticed that I had some PS3 games even though I do not have PS3, I then realised that I must be dreaming as my games weren't in alphabetical order (It's funny how I noticed the tiniest little thing is a dream when I was fighting a dragon the other night ) I plugged my nose and tried to breathe through it but it didn't work so I concluded I wasn't dreaming.

#1 [A Strange Child] ~Non-Lucid~

I awoke within the dream on bedraggled pavement - I faintly recall the feel of and emanating odor of the grass. A young adolescent, no older than 25 I think, is what triggered my awakening. He stopped and stared at me asking me if I was going to join them. I responded: "Join what?"
He did not answer me and interestingly I was incredibly preoccupied with why I couldn't remember this man's face or name. I preceded to stand upright - immediately I felt a strong pain in my legs forcing me to genuflect. Just as fast as the pain came on I shoved it - almost as if I didn't feel anything. Seemingly disremembering the pain I took notice to my surroundings.
I faintly recall a large quantity of old boxes, scattered about pipes and such giving me the impression of a dilapidated warehouse not used in decades. A skip in my recall occurs here. I recall being outside, possibly mid-day, I believe there was a breeze. A different man, possibly no older than 25 as well, put his hand on my shoulder and shouted.
Initially I was annoyed, however I discovered there was a pack of wolves retaining selter within a run-down school bus. Now contemplating the atmosphere was somewhat apocalyptic, but that's besides the point. I thought upon glancing at the wolves we would be in serious trouble so to speak. But 'my friend' successfully intimidated them.
Another skip in recall. Now 3 individuals, the same two from before. The one who place his hand on my shoulder was smashing a tipped over trash can with a bludgeoning object, maybe a bat. The other -from the beginning- was reading which I thought was out of the ordinary.
The last one, was much younger, a child, perhaps no older than 10 and he was staring at me. A frightening force saturated me, I could not budge it. As I was panicking my 'background' changed, almost resembling the pages of a book with words spinning about. I began taking notice to the spinning words to discern what they were. Disremembering the earlier feeling of panic I became occupied with the words of which I don't recall being able to decipher.
Then suddenly I began fading and it happened entirely too quickly to feel it's effects - awakening me in actual life.

[I used very expressive language, but I believe I remained true to my recall. It was my first Dream Journal so I am little out of my element.]

Note:
- I can't quite remember what order everything was in... but I'll go with my gut.
- As soon as the "lucidity" kicks in, I feel like it was fake. Like the lucidity was part of the dream and not really my conscious.

[Plot begins]:
I'm at some store (my brain tells me it's Ollie's) with my family. I round a corner and see this girl who I pseudo-broke-up with a long time ago (long story).
[Note: The day before, she'd shot me a pleasant look when I coincidentally saw her]
She sees me, and acknowledges me, not saying anything. Immediately, the awkwardness sets in, and I make my way out of the store. However, I hear her say under her breath something to the effect of: "There he goes again, saying nothing..."
This gave me the courage to turn around and go up to her.
I say, "Hey... How've you been?"
She looks down and says, "Pretty good... you?"
"Same." I say. There's this aura of wanting to reconcile, when she says:
"Do you want to make some plans?"
And I say "Yes."


[End plot; change setting]
I'm floating above this game world very similar to Minecraft and panning around (it's filled with tons of people). For some reason, I know I'm lucid and I think to myself: Yes! Now I can do the TOTM! <-- (Not really; I just wanted to pee on a DC)
Immediately, I fly over to this train station. There's this statue of a fat, drunk woman with *erm* improper dress holding a graduated cylinder full of pink liquid. I find Ron Weasley and a bunch of other DC's. I chase one of them and try peeing on them.... and I wake up. But I'm not sure if I really woke up or if I had a false awakening; this whole thing was pseudo-lucid.
Repeat the above step several times.

[Fragment]:
I look to the skies and fly straight up, but the trees never stop getting taller... odd.

[Wake up.]