Non-dream Dream Dream 1: I am playing in a basketball tournament in someone's house. My boss, my mom, and my dad are in the kitchen watching us play 5 on 5 in the living room. There are strange rules that we are debating. At the end of the game each player takes 3 3-pointers, then another, then a dunk. I got mad rebounds. Dream 2: I am at my brother's huge house playing poker. My brother announces that he is going to have a $200k one-year anniversary in Anaheim. He is sending out invitations that state that everyone will be picked up in fancy cars. My wife is sitting next to me and my friend CS is across the room. NG is also there. I notice little flowers that look like colorful christmas trees which I identify as strawberries. We eat some. I win a huge hand (a couple thousand dollars) with most of the chips coming from CS. My winning hand is a straight flush, 4-8 of spades. She is really pissed about it because she was positive she had a winning hand. I believe she has a full house. My wife is a real bitch when she announces my hand to everyone - directed at CS. She slowly reads off my hand one card at a time. After this hand I realize that I am almost late for a meeting with my boss's boss CR. After realizing this I find myself on the campus where I work. The grounds are covered with swimming pools filled with toys, slides and small children. For some reason I am completely naked in the pool. I am very embarrassed and do my best to cover myself up because the children's parents are watching them. I manage to get out of the pool and find out that there is a flea market going on as well. I find a booth selling jeans and find my perfect size. I steal them and put them on without drying off. I head over to building 15 wearing only wet jeans and get into a MASSIVE elevator - as big as a house. There are many pairs of shoes on display in the elevator but they don't fit me. I am having difficulty finding CR's office, which I believe is the 12th floor, 17th wing, room 12. The floor I am on reminds me of the airport in Cancun Mexico. I wake up and try to visualize the dream scene because I want to continue. I arrive at my meeting with CR about 40 minutes late. My other two co-workers are there and I kinda just slip into the conversation. I answer two questions confidently about how well we all work together then the meeting is over. When the others leave I plead to CR to give me 5 more minutes to meet with him. He hesitates. I say 2 minutes and we sit back down. I say to him "I feel like I owe you an explanation. I have had a very rough day. I was with my brother and niece helping" with something and she got very sick. I stayed to help out and make everything OK. CR doesn't believe me. I try to make my case more believable by saying that the doc said its one of those 1-2 day illnesses called (I can't think of something to say). I am doing a horrible acting job and I can't come up with something to say. Finally he says a name and I say I don't think that's it. Somehow this makes him believe me and we start having a normal conversation. He loves me now and we go out onto the train (which inexplicably is operating on my work campus). I explain to CR that it is fun to jump around on the train and railings around the buildings. Before I can even finish my sentence he is off jumping around and I follow. I get a text message from CS saying something like "we don't like each other anymore" and "my excuse was always the wedding so what now?" She is really upset with me after the whole poker incident. CR and I are jumping all over the buildings and railings now. I receive a message that my wife is with my parents at a 7-11 store (which also has sit down dining) and I have to take her home. I jump onto another moving train that my brother and my dad are on - they are most likely heading to the 7-11 as well. My brother is really impressed with my jump. My dad is next to me freezing with the heater on and a blanket. I am hot so I put the AC on me and the guy next to me thanks me. The plan is to take my wife home and then go talk to CS. I get to 7-11 and my wife is completely wasted with my friend WW, my mom and some other friends. My wife and WW are extremely fat. We get outside of the store and there is a huge parking lot on a steep slope. My wife starts dancing and slips. She rolls down an asphalt hill at incredibly high speed. I run after her and finally catch up to her as she slams into a curb. I carry her to my dad's truck like a baby. On the way I realize that a bunch of people filmed her rolling down the hill and were going to post it on you tube. I ask my wife if I should make them erase it. (I don't remember the reply). My dad gets mad at me for carrying my wife like a baby but she says that she is comfortable. I get her into the back of the truck then I wake up.
Updated 09-23-2012 at 05:11 AM by 56962
I only took notes at night. But it was already this vague, I swear. The LD made up for it though. All I can remember is some puns about ghostbuttsters, and that demon hunters can one hit kill a demon with a Bible, but it is against their code to throw such holy object at the lowly beast, so they use holy weapons instead.
09-18-2012 -- More bits. Bad night of sleep. I'm running around somewhere, kind of hick town type of area, in a small town somewhere that I have had a dream of in the last year or two that involved looking for a pharmacy. I am walking down a small street when somebody running by shoots at me, and misses. Another person drives by, and also shoots at me. By this time I have dived to the ground. A third guy rides by, this one on a bike, and he shoots at me too, and since I am already on the ground, he hits me. It hurts, but does me no actual damage, and I jump to my feet. A fourth person is trying to shoot me, and I grab the gun from this one and shoot him. Since I don't want to seriously injure him, I graze his shoulder, and leave him with pain, but nothing else. He is complaining, and I am asking him how he likes it. Somehow these hicks just like shooting people for fun. The guy on the bike comes back and is going to try to shoot me again, but I take his gun away from him, and am threatening him with it. He reminds me of Mad Jack from Grizzly Adams, except he is also extremely cross-eyed. I am amazed he could aim the gun at me well enough to shoot me. He keeps being a jerk, so I try to shoot him with his own gun, but he tells me he already removed the ammo so I couldn't. Instead I break the gun to pieces and drop it on the ground, which annoys him. I keep walking down the block, and soon come to a night club where I end up picking up a weird sword. It is made of metal, but it bends really easily, and twists into different kind of swords. Somehow I can still kind of fight with it, and there are hints of a past dream involving Spider-Man, but nothing I can remember well enough to post about. Also hints of stage magic and magic using a staff. --- Some kind of dream where I am Harry Potter at Hogwarts. I can't remember anything of the time in Hogwarts, but soon we're on the road in one of my white cars (either the Kia or the Ford Escort) there is me as Harry Potter, Hermione, and oddly, Draco Malfoy who is still a bit of a jerk, but is trying to change and improve. I have no idea why, but Malfoy is driving, and he is terrifying. He is all over the road, driving as fast as he can, swerving around traffic, running lights, almost hitting pedestrians who are diving out of the way ... he is a horrible driver. No surprise, we get pulled over by a cop. Malfoy is afraid of getting in trouble. I just have my wand at my side, and figure a brief confundus, and we're on our way. Unfortunately, Malfoy pushes Hermione to get out of the car and talk to the cop. As soon as she begins, Malfoy floors it, turns a corner, and then starts to slow down a little, hoping she will catch up with us. That idea is obviously ridiculous. --- Certain there is an interesting missing fragment from the night, but just haven't been able to remember it. --- Very sci-fi dream. I am in a different world that people can travel to from the normal world somehow (space ships or stargates or something), but however I got here was not the normal way, which means unlike everybody else, I can't easily communicate with our world back home. The Charmed Ones are here, and there has been some kind of message from some sort of spirit (their Grandma?) that indicates that I should be with one of them or perhaps all of them. Pru does some sort of reading that doesn't show that I should be with any of them, but that does hint I should be around and be a friend, and that things might change with time. I find myself being confronted by Leo the Whitelighter, who seems to be the father of a very hillbilly-ish family that he is fairly abusive to. He offers me a ride down 192 back to my hotel room. When I get there, we are all getting ready to check out and go home. There is a rumor of some sort of haunted house above our floor, and there is one little kid who has been planning to climb through the vents to get the the floor above and check it out. I am interested too, so we get to it. We find the vent, and there is a fan in it that was have to loosen and take out, but we manage to eventually squeeze our way up to the floor above, and instead of any sort of haunted house, we just find another hotel room or apartment. Nothing interesting in that, so we just drop back down to our own room. But now we're hot and sticky, and have to wash up before leaving. Unfortunately the hotel room bathroom seems more like an airplane bathroom, with a really weird, tiny toilet is is hard to get to and use properly.
09-19-2012 -- [Very weird dream, about five hours into sleep period, scenes all over the place and very odd.] Working in a fast food place of some sort, and see a pack of Mike 'n Ikes or Good and Fruity or the like, which I can't resist taking from a shelf. The place has turned into more of a convenience store, and a minute or two after I take it, I realize I have to pay for it, and try to give my manager a quarter. She doesn't want to take it, and has a policy of only taking bills, but I remind her it is only .25 cents, so bills mouldn't make as much sense. There are brief hints of Doctor Who and the TARDIS, but it doesn't go anywhere. Instead, as I step into the TARDIS, it turns into an elevator, and just takes me to the second floor. I am now on the second floor at what seems to be a cross between the TAMS warehouse and Hewitt Associates. I don't work here, but for some reason I am in the building. I am walking down the hall, and find an attractive woman who seems to be delivering some job applications that people have filled out or something. They won't take them, but ask the woman to wait, explaining there is more information needed or something, and that it will all be clear in a couple of minutes. I walk further to where some prospective new employees are being given a test, and they are being told "You will not be able to finish the test. Do not let this worry you, just get as far as you can in it." The questions are all numbered, but not all numbers are used, they jump around. One guy thinks he has figured out something, and is suggesting everybody ignore any questions numbered under 1000, as their group all has employee numbers over 1000. I'm a little disgruntled, as my number, when I worked there, was under 1000. On the other hand, I am neither reapplying nor taking the test, so why should I care? [Oddly, I am convinced this bit of the story reflects on a Harry Potter fan fiction I read last night right before bed, where Dudley had a number of 00001.] I walk back toward the attractive lady with the applications, figuring I would try and get a glimpse and see if I could figure what was missing from them. She doesn't want me to look, and seems offended or something, and suddenly we are in May Company at the Buena Park Mall, and either she chases me out the door facing La Palma, or I chase her out of it. We're approaching Dale Avenue, and need to cross to the Food King parking lot, but the traffic is really, really heavy. Somehow the woman is now being carried in my arms, and is half a very sleepy BC, and half a sleepy cat. And either might be disturbed by all the loud, rushing traffic. There is finally a break in the traffic, and I start to run across the street, when there is some loud music behind us in the mall parking lot. I make it safely across the street and into the Food King parking lot, but now the music is in front of us. It is a group of punks (almost a gang) who are going shopping. As we grab carts and start toward the door, they are telling us we can't go shopping because they are going shopping. We try to ignore them, and as we approach the door, BC has warped into Dale. Somehow we already have stuff in our carts as we approach the door, and it seems like we have to be checked out to go in, rather than the other way around. Odd. Anyway, we are supposed to have four 12 packs of sodas, and the punks ahead of us only have two, so they steal two from our cart, and the guy checking them in doesn't seem to care. But since Dale and I no longer have four, they aren't sure about letting us in. Soon they are cooking something for us, but since we don't have all the ingredients they wanted, they aren't making what we ordered. I try to be pleasant, but explain that since they aren't making what we ordered, we'll try it, but if we don't like it, we'll refuse it. One of the punks is making fun of us, so I suddenly start beating him, seriously, about the face, really smashing it up pretty badly. I am speaking to the manager about the whole situation when Dale gets mad, and starts slamming the face of the employee into a table, smashing him up pretty badly, as well. The manager says he was thinking about firing the guy, anyway, and I am trying to make sure Dale doesn't go too far and kill the guy. Soon we're sitting on one of the benches outside the store. It is late at night, and for some reason I have a deck of cards and am asking Dale to "pick a card, any card." Except I've forgotten how whatever trick I was going to do was supposed to work, so I just put the deck in my pocket and forget about it. We're discussing some sort of trip we want to take at the end of the month, but don't know if we can pull it off, probably not. Dale is falling asleep, while I am matching up these strange little bits of stone, and whenever I find two that are alike, they disappear. I am soon realizing they are Runescape strange rocks.
09.19.2012Black Cyclohexane Bomb (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID All I remember for this one is that I'm walking in an environment that resembles the section at my University, which is the Blocker building. The skies are light gray, and I think I see Seiichi Yukimura from Prince of Tennis in spectator mode. I remember seeing him from an angle from the bottom, and then looked up at him. The angle shifts back to a regular section, and I see mostly his upper torso and head now. He's holding a Black object that represents the skeletal structure of a Cyclohexane. He's holding it very carefully with his right hand, he has his index finger and thumb on the side of it. I think someone tells me it's a bomb, but I don't really believe this. _________________________09.19.2012Mark75's Taoism Class on DV User Forums (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I should've reality checked here, Mark75, teaching a Taoism class on the User Forums section. And this thread is SHOWING promise. Oh man, I wanted to sign up, but something kept me back from joining in. A few members were really interested in the Course, and this reminds me of the Teaching section ShockWave just made recently. Mark75 shows a link on where the signed up members can go to for activities for practice, and the text was perfectly readable, until the extension after the ".com/" that looked like a kindergartner doodled it in. Loooool Hahaha, Mark75, teaching Taoism, and I don't reality check, lovely. _________________________09.19.2012Hot Blonde Rings My Doorbell (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID By doorbell, I mean doorbell, no sexual innuendos here! I wake up and get out of my bedroom, I open the door, and I see it's daylight time in the dream. I didn't bother doing a reality check, and I realized that I'm only wearing tighthy whities like I do in waking life when I sleep. Someone is ringing the doorbell, and I quickly move to the window covered with blinds to take a peek. It's a blonde female, about 5ft 4 inches tall, and she's wearing a long sleeved pink Tie dye shirt. She's also wearing light blue denim material short shorts. I believe she has something contained in her hand, maybe a few sheets of paper, I can't remember exactly. I started to panic a bit, since I'm still peeking at her, looking down at her cleavage, and then to her shorts. She has her hair in ponytail that's balled up. She looked so cute, and the fact that this dream replicated the outside of my apartment well, and the contrasts of her bright colors compared to the dull colors of blue, gray and black of the apartment exterior, it will made her pop out. I gaze at her for a while, waiting to see her next move. I thought she would quit and move to the next door to my right. She rings the doorbell about 4-5 times now, and each one makes me more jumpy than I need to be. After waiting for a while, she decides to peek at the window. Oh crap, awkward position, I was shifted the sky blue curtains to cover the exposed blind-spot of the window just like in waking life. It was kind of a really horrible attempt for me to show no one is in the apartment. I looked at the curtains below that were still moving a bit from me quickly grabbing it to hide from the blonde. She says, "It seems someone is trying to make it look like no one is here....." I kept my awkward pose of having one leg up and one arm on the curtain, and peeked through the blinds with my right arm to see she moved on to the next door to my right. She's fairly close to that door, and is maybe 1-2 feet away from the window, but she doesn't have any intention of glancing over my window one more time to possibly see me peek at her. She rings the doorbell of the other door, and I take that moment to stare down at her ass. I look at the curves of her rear, and the denim type short shorts she's wearing is just killing me...I tried to hide away from THAT??!?!?!? You are stupid?!!?!?!?!?! After a while, I realized the curtains were not there anymore, and this makes me jump even more. I realized the blonde in the pink long sleeved Tie dye wasn't there anymore, and a different blonde, who looks like she's in her 30s is wearing a light blue dress shirt tucked in, and is probably wearing a generic dress skirt or something. I didn't bother to pay attention to the details of her outfit, but I knew she had long, curvy, beautiful blonde hair. It seems she's looking at the window, and she's looking at me. I freak out, but then I realized....this window must be one of those that's tinted on the outside, so people can't see what's inside, but you can see what's outside safely. Either way, I wanted to run back to my bedroom because for some odd reason, hot females are suddenly dangerous. YOU ARE CONFUSING ME, I'm confusing myself, Me confusing me, level of mind-rape is too much. Maybe I was socially awkward because I thought they were going to try and influence me to go to some church or buy their cookies...._________________________09.19.2012Lemon and Strawberry Cake (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm walking outside at an area that looks like I would be on my way back to my apartment from being at the Biochemistry Department. It's bright outside, trees on the right of the sidewalk, though I didn't see any construction going on the left side of the sidewalk. I believe I'm holding fairly long plastic containers, and I had a feeling I ate a lot of whatever it was inside of them. I go up to this randomly generated Asian female near a wooden bench, and showed her the plastic containers and opened them up. Inside were Lemon cake slices in one container, and Strawberry Cake slices in the other. I told her, "I only ate like....3." Yeah right....more like 12. I can't remember much after that, other than the Asian female talking with another female I can't really identify too well.
09-19-2012 -- [Incredibly long dream with almost no story, I'll not be struggling to remember every detail, but just getting out the general idea of what was going on.] Am wandering around the Buena Park Mall in the present time, just exploring to see what is different. Have gone downstairs near the back entrance near Newberries and Sears, and am just wandering toward the food court. Am looking at stores I can remember from previous dreams, not that I remember from real life. Come across a lady working who looks like Rosemary, but who I don't remember as Rosemary, but as a person who was working in a strange combination art store/pet store in past dream. She's now working in the same shop (which is now a furniture store) and a shop across the way, hurrying back and forth between the two. I reach the food court area, which it seems just keeps growing and growing. There are now 4 or 5 food stores stretching from the food court into the corridor I was approaching from, and a ton of stores on the left, as well as the right. The pizza place I used to get square pizza slices from was there, plus a Chinese place, but the tons of stalls mostly seem to be of much less quality than what I remember in real life. Somewhere around this point, both the screws have come loose on my glasses, and both the ear pieces have fallen off. I can't get things to line up properly, and am deciding to stop at the optometrists down here, and let them fix it. I have been trying to price actual store fronts, and figure out how much it might cost to open a shop down here, but every store I have seen so far has been open, amazing in this economy. But I continue down the corridor leading to the movie theater, and here they seem to have been doing some major construction, and lots of shops are closed. Looks the the pricing is about $94,000 for a slim storefront, though I have no idea how long that is for. Somehow I find an exit from the lower level on the La Palma side [which has no exits on that side except to the upper level, since the upper level is ground level] and I find myself looking at both the street in the distance, and a drop. Somehow they have built the mall on a number of levels, and in some way the lower level is above the upper level on this side. Very strange. I'm thinking it looks like the various levels at the airport, placed one on top of the other. I head back into the mall, now on the upper level near May Company. I walk past Waldenbooks, and mom is there, moping because they closed down. It is a little sad, considering how much time I spent in there looking for books as a kid. I continue on toward Sears, and things get quite weird for brief moments in a number of ways. At one point, I am trying desperately to avoid the Weasley Twins, though I have no idea why. At another, I am wandering from elevator to elevator with a bag of equipment, testing to see if all the lights on the buttons are working, or if I need to report some of them are out. The actual repair person working on the elevators is a little annoyed at me. In another, a bunch of kids are following me through a store that seems to be selling mostly leather clothes, and I have no idea why. Finally there is something weird about an attractive blonde princess, but that disappears quickly. Soon I am heading down the corridor toward JC Penney, and stop by Max's Carmel Corn Stand, which is a frequent stop in my dreams when I visit this mall. Max (who looks like Don Dunn in this dream) is pouring carmel corn and is asking me about calling the police or something. At first it seems like he is accusing me of setting them on him, but then it switched where he is calling them on me, though I have no idea why. I head back downstairs at the elevator next to B Dalton, and there is a guy offering tax advise, and a lady who he has asked to help find people to ask him questions. She is being tossed out by security for taking up his (the tax advisers') time, and he is starting to ask others to help him. If helping him gets people thrown out, why would we want to help? I walk into B Dalton, which is open, and start looking around. Oddly enough, though it is a bookstore, I don't see any specific books. My mind doesn't bother populating them. Instead I see a slightly oriental girl who has fallen to the ground, and is starting to shake and steam. Another girl is trying to hook jumper cables up to the girl and herself, to try and drain off the electricity that is frying the girl, but can't seem to get it right. The first girl bursts into a momentary ball of flame, spontaneous combustion, then collapses into ash, and I can remember news reports of a strange condition going around where trying to jump-start a heart burns a body, rather than gets the heart going again. Just weird stuff.
This has been my first night of regular sleep since working overnight. Last night was quite a bit out of the ordinary, starting out by waking up roughly 3 hours after going to bed. No dreams were recorded though; I could not recall any for some reason. The neat thing though is that 3 hours of sleep felt longer. It was actually pretty nice. Other than that, I woke up a few other times with no recall at all. Hope I keep this up when I can get my routine fixed.
I am in what seems like a dead town, with 1 building. it's an enourmous Bank, I go inside turn immediately to my left and find an asian trying to drink out of the fountain, its like 2 inches from the cieling impossible to drink out of. So instead of putting my head on the fountain i press the button and let the water descend perfectly into my mouth. I leave the building stand in a empty parking lot and ponder, IM DREAMING! I pinch myself and im off, im not flying but im hovering feet above the ground goin 100 miles an hour using the hills as my park. I stop an look off into the distance, I see cranes construction work and ENOURMOUS mountains. I fly towards the mountains and stop at the bottom of a hill where my house is. I find 2 friends of mine, kevin and someone else. We see a flare pop deep in the mountains, lets go save them I say. We stop at my house and I exit my door with a giant ass TV in my hands, Im about to throw it but realize that isnt right and even in my dreams I should have feelings for others. I set the tv on my porch enter my friends car, take my hat off his head turn around and find a girl riding by. Im gonna get laid before I save this guys life. I basically come straight out and say it, wander off and just before 'we' start I look at the mountains were the flare was. The Flare starts a fire! I see it expand instantaneously, the Northern lights cascade the sky, and a nuke like explosion goes off. my and my friend are blown into reality and I wake up. Conscious.
Dream - Lucid I was walking down a dark, desolate road alone at night. I was going slightly uphill. The only building in sight was a well-lit house to my right. I then was talking to Ryan, though he wasn't there with me. We were either on the phone, or communicating telepathically. He was saying we could walk and meet up somewhere and go on a trip. I think I just wanted to drive. Plus, Ryan is married, and you would think that would be kinda weird... I then saw Ryan and a bar chart of all the vacations he'd been on. It measured how much fun he had on each trip. The first one had the highest bar, and it was marked "Universal". He and I, in waking life, went to Universal Studios last year. Apparently, in the dream, it was the most fun vacation he'd ever had. Then, I was at Ryan's house, though it looked a bit different from how it looked in waking life. I was sitting in the living room on the floor next to the couch Ryan was sitting on; there were two couches, the one he was sitting on, and the one his wife brought when she moved in with him. Across the room in a chair sat Ryan's wife. She was wearing an orange shirt. Well of course she's gonna be here, I thought to myself, Ryan is married now. I avoided looking her directly in the eye. We all sat around and talked. The whole thing was kind of weird for me. I kept thinking about how they were married now. I wondered about their relationship, about whether or not they've had a good marriage so far. Someone then came to the door and knocked. Ryan's wife got up to get it. It was one of her friends. I then looked behind me, and could see upstairs (he doesn't have an upstairs in waking life). The door to their room was shut, but you could see a light on through the cracks. I guess they were hanging out alone. There was this almost awkwardness between Ryan and I, like he wanted to be with me, but he was married. I didn't really want to be with him per say, we just had a nice relationship at one point. I imagined myself snuggled underneath the covers of his bed. Then, I was no longer at Ryan's, but I was checking on this device I had made to detect certain kinds of waves from different planets; I was trying to see if other planets were trying to communicate with us. The device I had was made out of Proactiv bottles? It was weird. But I got something from Neptune, though I wasn't sure exactly what it was. I figured it was probably just interference or something, but I kept my hopes up. At some point, I remember writing on a piece of paper with different colored permanent markers. I picked up the paper, and saw that the ink had bled through onto the table.
Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #17: Doorway Troubles We're throwing some kind of huge party at our house. Our den has expanded to an impossible size and is filled with rows of picnic tables, with friends and family all around. I feel the mingled excitement and vague anxiety that I always feel hosting any sort of event. It's fun visiting with the guests, several of whom I haven't seen in quite some time. "S", a friend of mine, grabs me in order to inform me than an "associate" of his has inexpensive cruise tickets that he would like to sell me. S's associate is a rough-looking character with a plug earring installed in each of his wobbling earlobes. He carelessly dumps his wallet out on the table, telling me that the tickets are "in there somewhere". I find his driver's license, which is covered with uncomfortably personal information, such as the fact that he is an "Atheist" who has a "Vasectomy". I find a strange little zip-lock bag filled with strips of paper that have different people's signatures on them. It feels creepy to me and I wonder why he would have such a thing. I joke nervously, "A little weird, but at least it's not a bag full of women's hair or something." When I look up to gauge his reaction, the scene has shifted. I'm now surrounded by a handful of well-dressed police detectives. They chuckle at my comment and I realize that I'm also a detective and we're working together to solve a crime. Fortunately, I still have strong recall of the previous dream scene, note the strangeness of the transition and I become totally lucid. I stop in the middle of a sentence I can no longer remember and say, "And now I am lucid." I nod politely at my new colleagues and get up to leave. The detectives step aside for me and I see that I'm on the ground floor of a glass office building. Through the glass I see a street scene, cars and pedestrians passing by outside of the building. I walk past a busy cubicle farm, taking in my surroundings and ambling slowly toward the exit. Clarity is high and I feel super-aware, like the master of my domain. I feel so confident that I have no urge to stabilize. Out loud I say, "This is my lucid dream. It will go at my pace and nobody will control it but me." I feel calm and unstoppable as I walk toward the exit. A woman enters from the street and I nod a greeting. She smiles back and I note that although she is a stranger to me, she looks every bit as real as a person I might encounter during a day at the office. After the woman passes, I step calmly through the exit. There's a flash of light as direct sunlight hits my eyes and suddenly I'm awake. The calmness is still there at first but it evaporates quickly. My pulse is high (although not as high as my prior LD waking) and I wonder whether that just started. It's inconceivable to me that I felt as calm as I did if my sleeping body had such a high heart rate. The lucid portion probably went just over a minute. I'd have of course preferred a longer lucid, but every lucid dream (especially a high-clarity one like this) feels like a real victory!
I finally had another lucid dream! In the dream, I was reading a magazine. The magazine had pictures of miniature light-up TARDISes that people (somehow) used to get to sleep. I wanted one. I got the idea to do a spontaneous RC. I looked at my hand and counted six fingers. Fully certain I was awake, I counted again, figuring I had just counted wrong. Still six. I counted a third time just to make sure, and I still had six fingers. With no choice but to accept the fact that I was dreaming, I began pacing back and forth across my room (something I sometimes do IWL for no particular reason), talking to myself in a whisper as I tried to recall something that would give it away. The pictures in the magazine had been animated! It had to be a dream! I did the first thing that came to mind, which happened to be another teleportation attempt. This time, I decided to use a portal. I traced an oval in the air with my finger. A portal (which looked like one from the game Portal) appeared, but the image was very faint, and the portal didn't work. I resumed pacing/talking (as I've learned that doing or thinking nothing can cause a dream to collapse). I attempted to remember the TOTM, recalled something about a dream journal, then remembered that had been last month's task. Unable to remember the current task (and not wanting to waste the whole dream trying to remember), I returned to what I had previously been doing. This time, I tried using a door, which I also made by tracing it with my finger. The result was the same as last time, except with a door. I woke up soon after that.
The dream started out with me in an outdoor strip mall. It was really warm and sunny outside with only a few clouds. I strode down the sidewalk and walked into a small and slightly dim store. There was an old man behind the counter and an annoyingly nice teenage employee. I think i might have been an old man instead of myself. Anyway, i was looking for something in the store, i think it was a cane. while i rummaged through stuff the employee, who was also wearing a red vest, started to ask me if i needed something and kept following me around the store. All the while i was mumbling a rant about the band The Wanted. I finally found a cane. It was was either black with a white handle or vise versa. It also had those suction cup things on the bottom for some reason. I kinda returned to my normal self and I bought it and started hobbling and walking around like an old person then i guess i noticed my hand on the cane and i counted my fingers. In my dreams i can't really focus that well on my fingers, like my eyes are cameras that keeps shaking and cant focus or something. So at first i counted 5 but i noticed one i hadn't counted and counted again and got 6. I still wasn't sure so looked again and i only had three fingers! My middle finger, pinky, and thumb. I was now sure i was dreaming and i was really happy and just began to walk around, but i still didn't feel fully lucid. There was this group of guys, who were all huddled around a game boy or something like that. They started to argue and i guess that made me mad because i walked over and randomly put one of the guys in a choke-hold. He had mucky curly orange hair that looked like it had never been washed, a brown striped sweater (even though it was summer, i think) and jeans. I stopped and took off my sweater because i was really hot, like i ACTUALLY felt overheated. It felt so cool. I started to play the video game with them for no apparent reason.. I didn't really feel lucid then because that isn't something i would do in real life, and i didn't even really make the decision. But, after i was finished playing the video game with them i felt like i had more control and got up and decided to fly instead. I walked into the middle of a full parking lot (but no cars were driving in or out..weird) I also remember that it was so..sunny. Not like that beautiful sunny you see on a summers day, like the kind of sunny that makes you feel so happy and positive. It lit up everything around me, but didn't cause any discomfort for my eyes and it wasn't too hot either. It was wonderful. I looked up and focused on the single cloud in the sky. I also really wanted to fly through that cloud and see what it was like. I began to run and felt really pumped and i felt the anticipation, like i was really about to take off. Noting happened. I became a little frustrated and tried again, but i was interrupted by this random person who wanted to talk to me. I think it was a girl. The dream ended somewhere around there.
Updated 09-20-2012 at 01:38 AM by 57715
-Remember going out to this weird estate where I was trying to get a job. Itwas a huge plot of land. It was a reallly old lady's daycare only there was some weird things aboutt it. Scott Moore and Dave MacClean were both out there. It was pretty far out of the way from any other hints civilization. I had to walk across a long field before getting to the house. I remember arriving with dad but he didnt get out of the car and I walked along the field by myself. I really wanted the job. Once I got to were everyone was, which was by a big house, Scott and Dave were outside looking after the kids. There was a big waterfall right by the house. There was only a few feet of water leading up to the fall, no river or anything. The water before the fall was rectangular and had strange markings in it and an odd stone sphere that also had a couple markings and was very smooth and shiny. Dave said he had made it. I could hear some very cool instrumental metalcore playing as I examined this and said "I can hear the metalcore now". The old lady finally came out of the house escorted by two other young men. I approached her and they told me I wasnt allowed to look at her or talk to her. This kinda alarmed me. She was a witch. She was very very old and frail looking. I began to realize this was some sort of cult.
19.09.2012$70 champagne (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Still can't recall full dreams only fragments, so I'll keep journaling hoping that eventually my dream recall gets better. I slept at about 11 pm and woke up at 12.30. I don't remember any dreams, although I know there was something there. Next I woke up at 2.50 and tried to recall my dream. Managed to remember this bit. I was in a hotel with hubby and we had a bottle of champagne (could have been a third person as well, but i'm not sure). I went up to the room to pack when I heard a whrring noise like a fax. Checked what it was and it came from a billing machine of sorts. I ripped the paper from the machine and it showed champagne $70 plus something small total $80 for "hubby and the little witch". Hm...that was me I guess. I took it with me to go down and show it to hubby and when I exited the room i saw two girls on the hall. I went after one of them thinking that she goes to the lift and entered through the door just before it was closing. Noticed that it was a room and not the lift/elevator as I suspected so I said 'sorry' and left. Next I woke up was 6.30 and I remembered this small weird bit. There was a village or a place with lots of people. I met a little girl who really liked me. Even though the adults didn't really like me, I was happy that she took to me as I had an ally. Next I know there is something black flying low above us (sort of like a zeppellin but more of a rectangle shape) with windows. It was kind of creepy and although I didn't touch it, I knew that the material was not metal like real planes but more like leather or similar. People were looking down on us (not sure who I was with). I was really glad that the little girl liked me as the others semed to be almost hostile towards us. Next I remember (part of the same dream, not quite sure) I gave to some guy my email address to buy something for me, but then I was not very comfortable about it so I sent him an email to ignore this email address as I will change it pretty soon. At some point I was down in the car garage with my dad and he was taking something (I think petrol/gas) from that guy's car as borrowing. For some reason it was very ok to do that. The guy came down and my dad told him that he was only borrowing some petrol. The guy said it's ok. Then I asked him if he got my email about the email address (now it does seem a bit silly to email about an email address) and he said yes, but it's ok because it won't be happening very soon anyway, there is time. I've been reading the basic LD course by OpheliaBlue and was thinking about my dream signs and recurring themes are little girls, my family (I'm living in another country so I can only see them for real once a year when I fly down to them) and chocolate.
Updated 09-19-2012 at 01:36 PM by 50152
i just type out my whole dream about a school shoooting and it got deleted some how. basically the shooters got there heads blown off by a shotgun i tried to plan a way to save the way but the swat beat me to it. later a black man tried to steal a car and security tried to stop him but his son killed the security guard. lastly i was parachuting with my family and kept trying different parachautes to see who could land the best. mell and shanon talked a lot and i just listened after a while. i suggested good restraunts but my family disagreed
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