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12.07.2009

Third Person in Mudland (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Third-person dream. Picture a landscape that is mud-flats that are mostly dried out or just damp, and boulders, shallow valleys. No vegetation, clear light-blue sky.
Mel Gibson is there, asleep, curled up next to a large boulder, covered in a thin layer of dried mud but otherwise naked. Everything is covered in a thin layer of dried mud.
He has been asleep for years. He wakes up and is really thirsty and hungry. He starts running around looking for something, something he has hidden, muttering things like "I am sure I left it around here somewhere.." He looks for a long time getting ever more desperate, hoping that no other scavengers have found 'it', which is some kind of small stash of personal belongings including clothes, water, food, weapons... (it is a harsh world)
He has pretty much given up searching when he finds a small cave entrance in a mud-covered rock wall. He is hesitant to enter it as it is only just big enough to fit into and any such feature in such a landscape is bound to be used by someone or something. He crawls in anyway. Inside down a short narrow crack it widens into a square shaped not-very-muddy room cut into the rock, lit by a candle which he examines to see how long it has been burning - no way to tell but there is an hour or so left on it.
Leading off of the room are some steps that lead to a very narrow passage at the end of which is a small crack in the rock through which can be seen another room. In this other room are some traders/smugglers/slavers who can be heard talking but not seen.
Mel decides to ambush whoever is obviously soon going to be returning to this cave/room he has found.
At this point the dream goes first-person but it is still Mel Gibson...
I am waiting trying to stand perfectly still just inside the entrance, thinking that this is a crap ambush setup. I am naked with no weapons and only a small chance of surprising anyone. I hear someone coming and just before they appear I rush out roaring loudly to try to get surprise on them. 'They' are a small goblin-like creature dressed in furs and leather who is not at all bothered or surprised to find this large mud-covered naked man charging towards him roaring. He calmly draws a knife and would stab it deep into my stomach but I catch it - deeply cutting my thumb. He is very strong for his size and a battle for control over the knife is beginning when the goblin's companion enters the room/cave.
This new character is a large man also dressed in leather and furs with weapons. He takes in the situation with a glance that clearly says "this mud-covered man in our cave is a sleeper who has recently woken, he is tired, weak, thirsty and hungry after his long sleep. My goblin friend has cut him, this is inconveinient but he will still fetch a good price", his glance also clearly reveals that upon reflecting like this he comes to a decision.
He commands the goblin type to put away the knife and gives me a look that says - in a not particularly nasty way - that it would be stupid to try any funny stuff. I think, fair enough there will be better opportunities to escape and it seems these people want me in good shape so they will have to feed me and give me water.
The man hands me a small lizard the size and shape of a toy plastic dinosaur - which begins to lick the wound on my thumb which is bleeding. I somehow know that this is healing but also that it will keep me weak (some poison in it's saliva?) and that if I get a chance to recover properly I will have enormous strength. I resolve to take advantage of this later to get the better of them and make my escape...
There is more to this dream but my recall of it is bad and the fragments don't come together into a story... The dream fades and I wake up and try WBTB

Katsuno's Dreams

1st: I was with many of my friends and we were going to a club. There was this girl I've never seen but she looked hot as hell and she always stayed by my side. She had blonde hairs and looked a little bit drunk but she could talk normally. She told me that she thinks I'm cute and asked me if we want to dance inside the club. I agreed and felt really happy. We sneaked inside because the crowd was really big and inside was the bouncer but he let us inside. We showed him our tickets and went inside. All of my friends sat down in front of the bar and talked. Suddenly that hot girl flirted with a guy we always make fun of IRL (He always does stupid things and everybody talks makes fun of him behind his back, even the girls) and I was confused. The dream scene skipped and I was now standing beside my best friend and a girl, he really likes (I was sleeping at his place last night because we went to some Bars last night). It was like in a movie: The girl was sitting at a computer terminal and had to hack some information while we back her up. She was really slow and she told us that she is bad with computers and we got angry. Suddenly another friend of mine showed up and threw her away from the chair. He sat down and immediately hacked the computer. The other friend stood outside when suddenly his mom showed up. I was confused and almost got lucid because this was so stupid. She told me that he forgot to clean up his room... I woke up

2nd: I was playing some kind of video game that looked like a child's game. I was climbing up a tree and monkeys where on the tree. Suddenly I got lucid. It was low-lucidity so it didn't last long but I was happy that I got lucid, even though I wasn't sleeping in my own bed. Instead of climbing the tree up I just lifted it with my psychic powers and I made it grow. I don't know why I did it but at this moment, it felt like the right thing to do ^^
I don't remember much of the last part but I know that I flew ín the air and noticed I was inside an jungle. The last thing I remember is flying away and then waking up

I was up here, but not up here. It was different. The house was big and lovely with hardwood floors, the bottom floor had a front door that led to a staircase, and off to the right there was a dining room and a living room, around the side of the stairs there was a long thin den with a back door, to the left of the stairs there was an enclosed kitchen.

Up the stairs there was a platform with another set of stairs (that could be seen from entrance) that my mom used as art space. The other set of stairs led to bedrooms.

The creature that claimed to be my mother, with her black hair in a chin length bob. She was trying to construct nesting materials and an area for the birds -- the house wasn't isolated anymore, you could see a highway and strip mall out the window, and the birds were gone. That's what made me go lucid, the view out her bedroom window. I knew then that she wasn't really my mom. She was some kind of odd dream creature impersonating a mother, perhaps with the intent to disturb me later with her behavior. She really did seem genuine and sad. She fed a pack of stray dogs that came to the window. I played along, as despite my lucidity, I felt bad for the dream creature -- it was as if she was impersonating a mother because she wanted to be one and couldn't, and I felt somehow obliged to hang around with her for awhile. I decided to just spend some time in a low state of energy letting the dream wash over me, as it would allow me to experience the dream from a lucid perspective for longer.

She did try to disturb me, as I expected -- inviting me to see the basement and attic (where presumably unpleasantness lay, I turned it down) and at one point growing a giant, cartoonish penis and trying to rub it on me. Her efforts seemed so cursory and cliche, it was more depressing than disturbing -- even if I were unaware that I was dreaming I am not sure that it would have done anything but wake me. I said that to her when she grew the dick, I said that I knew what she was, and she evoked no family. She seemed frightened, though not necessarily of me (perhaps of failure) and pressed on, thinly acting like she didn't understand, and I allowed her to have sex with me for a bit, as she seemed very uncomfortable. I had no real feelings about it, except feeling bad for the creature. When I pulled away, the penis was gone.

She went to the window and seemed anxious and upset. I walked back into the den and opened the back door. A weird cartoon was playing, I tried to focus on the lyrics to the theme song but while they had the "feeling" of being words, I got to directly experience the dream-disconnect between what seems normal at a distance (words to a song) and what, when closely examined, either is nonsense or defies examination entirely. This was the latter. No matter how I tried, it seemed I could not possibly focus on it. I had tried hard enough to resolve it into something that made sense that I felt the dream start to fade a bit.

I didn't want to get pulled out without doing something fun, so I slid open the glass door at the back of the house and walked a few steps down the yard -- which ended abruptly in a cliff, probably because I had already decided my intention upon going outside. I flew (with slight difficulty, as I was trying not to get too excited and wake up) over a small town and toward the sea. I knew I couldn't stop the dream fading, but I got far enough to smell the sea air and feel the breeze from the ocean. It was relaxing and refreshing. I "went quietly," allowing myself to be woken. Upon waking I was calm.

07.01.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

These are dreams I had when I had very little sleep. I started to sleep at like 10-11 PM and woke up around 2:30-ish AM. Oh well, at least I recalled something.

Dream 1:

I was carrying something that resembled those huge and wide cylinder containers. I was waiting on the walking sign to turn on so I could get to the other side of the street. When it comes on, I go forward, and then realize I want to go back to the other side for something.



I heard some DCs saying to others that they better get to the other side quickly because of some incoming truck. (I guess probably because it'll cause traffic maybe?)

Dream 2:

I'm hiding from guards, and the perspective was kind of like seeing things from a helicopter almost. I see some DC running in this area that is mostly consisted of yellow-ish grass.


Dream 3:

I'm in first person view and I'm shooting a specific kind of DC, can't remember who, but I kept failing because I restarted at the start of the dream again. I think I'm on a cargo that's moving inside some weird room. (You know like being inside a minecart and shooting things).




Then I realized I missed on shooting the right person and ended up shooting someone else. I don't know if I do it right this time, but I get out of the cargo thing and ask a group of DCs if I could kill Eva from MGS3.

I couldn't do it, felt as if that if I did, a part of me would die inside. I didn't see her anywhere near this dream, maybe a portrait of her behind the DCs in some slightly dark area.


(I just thought this pic would be perfect when I go back and glance at it later on since I had a goal that if I meet Eva, I would hate her on purpose to see if my subconscious isn't trying to fool me with a ditzy DC (but of course I would only do that as a test, I wouldn't actually hate her presence); the actual pic, Eva is asking Snake about his relationship with the boss )

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Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

It was daytime. I was with my mom, out in the middle of the street in what looked like a suburban block of houses. The houses were about average sized, or maybe even smaller than average. But this was apparently one of the blocks (in Hollywood?) famous for the movie stars who resided here.

A male celebrity had just moved in here. There were a whole bunch of people, all gathered on the sidewalk around the man's house -- which was kind of small. The people were all taking pictures of the house. I think they expected the man to come out of the house soon.

But I knew that the houses on both sides of the man were empty. To the right of the man's house, there may actually have been two empty houses.

I knew that a lot of movie stars were out of employment, and that many had had to give up their houses. This neighborhood was becoming desolate. I even wondered why the people in front of the man's house had come here, if all they really had to photograph today was this one man's house.

I started thinking that if these houses were so small, and if the neighborhood was so empty, perhaps the house prices were a lot lower. I thought that maybe if I got a job here, even if it wasn't a good job, I could afford the rent on one of these houses.

I walked down toward one of the houses on the right of the man's house. I must have been trying to see if I could get into the house. I then walked up to one of the houses on the left. I think I actually tried the doorknob on that house.

But my mom -- I think -- got my attention. I think I was trying, in front of my mom, not to look like I was thinking of moving into one of these places. My mom called me across the street, to a house we had been here to visit in the first place.

I crossed the street and walked into the house. As I did, the sky may have been getting really grey. I walked into the house, possibly with my mom.

The house was now my mom's house. I had come into the house with one of my friends. I was in the living room, by myself. My friend and my mom may have been in the dining room or the kitchen, which was separated from the living room by a dividing wall.

The living room was dim, unlit, only lit with the light coming from the dining room or kitchen. The living room may also have been really empty.

But there was an entertainment center on the wall to my right. And on that entertainment center there may have been a small pile of mail. I think I took two pieces of mail and hid them under my shirt.

I could hear my mom and my friend talking. At some point I went into the kitchen while my mom and my friend. I thought I'd join the conversation. But they'd left without my seeing them. They were now either in the living room, or standing up in a stairwell up to the second floor. The stairwell was near the entertainment center.

The dining area was kind of L-shaped. The "base" of the L had a dining table. The "side" of the L had a sofa and a kind of long coffee table. The L-shape surrounded the kitchen, which was walled off, I think, from my view.

As I sat on the couch, I could hear my mom and my friend talking. They were actually talking about what a lazy person I was. I sat, curled up on the couch, kind of feeling terrible about myself.

But, for some reason, I thought that my mom would be really impressed by this magic trick I had to show her. I pulled the two pieces of mail out from under my shirt. One envelope was white. The other was black. I thought my trick of the "magically appearing" mail would be pretty cool.

But then I realized, almost as if my friend were telling me this in my head, that my mom would be far from impressed if I pulled her stolen mail out from under my shirt. I was here -- we were both here -- to prove that we were good enough for something or other.

I sat the two pieces of mail on the coffee table, hoping that my mom wouldn't miss them on the entertainment center and would just think she'd sat them on the coffee table. I'd have sat them back on the entertainment center, except that my mom was somewhere near it right then.

Dream #2

It was night. I was standing out in front of a house in a suburban neighborhood. The front yards for these houses were huge, even though the houses themselves were of about average size or smaller.

My mom and I had just arrived, and were walking out of a pickup truck. The house we'd arrived at was set weird, like the front door was on the "right" side of the house, instead of on the "front" side, which would have faced the street. The porch light for the house was on, lighting up a really good portion of the yard with raspy, white, incandescent light.

My mom was getting me set up on the project of trimming a tree or shrub that was in "front" of the house (the side facing the street). She gave me some kind of instructions, and told me why it would be difficult for me to do this.

But before we got to work trimming the tree, my mom built -- almost instantaneously, and all by herself -- a plaster-like dome coming off of the "front-right" corner of the house. She encased us in it as she built it.

It was now built. My mom led me around a kind of dividing wall in the structure. We went through a doorway and were back in the yard. Somehow this dome separated us from the truck. My mom told me something like once I started my job, I couldn't go back, or once I started my job I couldn't go back until I'd finished the job.

I must have grabbed a pair of clippers and got to work clipping the tree. The tree was possibly a weeping cherry. It had drooping, kind of maroon-colored branches. Berries seemed to be growing off of it, more like hawthorn-berries than cherries. They were bright and red.



Hawthorn berries



Weeping cherry

But for some reason, I got distracted from this work and began to fly in the front yard. My flying was controlled by my arms, mostly by the movement of my hands. So if I lifted my hands (clenched in fists) up to my shoulders, I'd lift from the ground. If I stretched my arms way over my head, I'd fly really high. If I shifted my hands to the left or right, I'd move that way as well.

But at some point, I saw my great-grandmother (who IWL passed away a little over two years ago) sitting up really high in something like an oak tree that had no limbs until the high-up limbs in which my grandma sat.

I landed at the base of the tree and looked up to my grandma. My grandma said if I was ----- (something in reference to the cherry tree I'd been cutting), that my real concern should, then, be to trim the -----berry tree.

My grandma pointed across the street, to another tree in the front yard with the cherry tree. This tree was a lot like the tree my grandma sat in. It had bark like a pin-oak tree. But it was really tall, and it didn't have any limbs until way up high on the tree. But I knew that the branches of this tree also bore bright red, hawthorn-like berries.

I was now at the base of that tree. I may have started flying in the front yard again. But now I realized that my mom was no longer here. I may have remembered her saying that she was going to get some more tools, so she could help me trim the trees. But she hadn't come back. I decided to look for her.

I went into the house. It now turned out that I wasn't looking for my mom because she had gone missing after looking for tools. I was now looking for her because she had just come back from getting food for the family from some fast food joint, and she had forgotten to tell me and give me my food.

I saw the bags of fast food on a dining table on the right wall as I entered the house. I may also have seen some other person there, like a childhood version of my little sister. And I probably heard or saw a television blaring somewhere. Something about the atmosphere felt very frenetic.

Just to the left of the table was a door, which I knew was the door to my mother's room. I just thought I'd poke my head in there and ask if it was okay for me to get my food before I grabbed into the bags of food.

But when I opened the door, I saw some young Latino guy making out with some young woman. The guy seemed kind of upset. So I closed the door.

My mindset totally changed. It was like my mom wasn't even around anymore. I was now in this guy's house. This guy had gotten the food. I was working on this guy's trees. And he was in his room, making out with this woman. I felt ashamed for having intruded.

The man called to me from inside the room. I opened the door. The guy was still laying there, half-naked, on this woman, on a couch. He looked up toward me. He had a kind of chubby face and chubby arms. His hair was shaved pretty short. He wore black, Oakley-style sunglasses.

I asked the guy about the food. He told me, sure, just grab my stuff and some fries out of the bag, don't worry about it. After I closed the door and was grabbing my food, I heard the man say to his giggling girlfriend, "Geez. He sure works hard in asking for his food. But he doesn't work hard at any of the work I give him."

I felt bad about what the man had said. I think I felt so bad that I decided not to take any food after all.

I walked around in a room off from the living room. This room also basically looked just like a living room. But the ceilings were really high. There were family pictures dotting the walls, all the way up to the ceiling.

For some reason, I decided to start flying again. I think I had really good control over my flight now. I practiced going up and down and left and right a lot. But then I tried doing some flips. When I'd reach the ceiling, I'd flip or somersault really close to it.

Went to bed with some binaurals I got from ninjasleeper. I had very vivid dreams.

Dream 1
I was playing Star Wars Battlefront 2 with 3 of my other friends I only remember hering one of them talk though. We were Super Battle Droids on level 1 of the campaign. While I was selecting which level I wanted to play I saw that the menu looked weird, like Call of Duty as it was on the side.

We were on Mygeeto and guarding a power crystal (seeing as its the last objective) we stood there for a long time until the Clone troopers made their way through the Droid forces. The area looked more like a base than a tower holding the power source. When the troopers broke through I ran around shooting some, then running away as there were loads of Clone troopers. I remembered that there should be a reinforcement count and when I looked at the top of the screen it was there. I can't remember the number though.

I'm gueesing they won but I get a strong feeling that I died in the game ad quit after.

Fragment
I remember walking in a field near a school and seeing some of my friend run around. I remember seeing a girl chasing me, I hid in a bush and waited for her to pass. I then got out and called out to her, she came and we had sex. I don't usually find this girl attractive but we did it anyway.

I've actually not yet gone to bed tonight. Or more like "tonight". It's already morning. So let's delve into another classic. This is a short one mainly because I'm lazy. The Formula One fans here will enjoy this one. I can imagine that there's like two of you in whole Dreamviews.

Michael Schumacher Formula One Showdown
Date: April 16th 2009
Lucid: No

So I was watching Formula One on tv. Schumacher, who at the time of the dream was retired, had made a comeback to the races (as he later did irl). Barrichello was his team-mate as had been in the real-life as well. Schumacher went to the pits and there was some trouble, but they managed to deal with it and get him back on the track.

Just as Schumacher exited the pits, Barrichello smashed right into him! Schumacher's car didn't seem that damaged, but Barrichello's car was obliterated. Despite Schumacher's car being seemingly okay to go on, he parked to the trackside. Instead he jumped out of the cockpit and headed straight towards Barrichello.

It seemed like Schumacher would go to console his team-mate, but instead he grabbed Barrichello, ripped him out of his cockpit and started beating the hell out of him!

That's it. Amazing scenes. It was amusing to me when I woke up and it still is.

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I had a few drinks the night before and since it's weekend, I slept at my parents' house. Therefor I didn't even try to WILD or WBTB, because I didn't think that it would work anyways. I did meditate for a short amount of time before I went to bed. (Which was at 02:00).

Dream one:
I'm walking down a long road, into a forest. At first I don't know where the road is taking me, but when I entered the forest, it hit me. My ex-girlfriend is camping in the forest with her scouting group. She and the rest of her group is about to arrive at the forest and since I'm walking on the main road, they'll probably spot me. I panic, I don't want to stalk her. So I run into the forest into an open area.

In the forest are a few buildings. Probably from the scouting group that is stationed in this forest. (Scouting groups often rent out forest space to other scouting groups to make money and to share great experiences with each other.) They spot me and throw a USB stick towards me. I'm a bit confused and conclude that they probably think that I'm a member of the scouting group that's camping there. I tell them I'm not and things get a bit more serious.

They tell me I'm not allowed to enter the forest without their permission. I apologize and tell them that I'll get out of here right away. As I walk away, I meet a woman with a broken arm. I greet her and wish her good health with her arm as she walks over a strange rock formation. She didn't understand me so I repeated myself. She smiled and thanked me. She warned me about the rock formation she was walking on, because it was hollow. I somehow thought that it would still be a good idea to walk over it.

Obviously, I crashed trough the formation and fell on the ground. There are rocks all over me as well as a metal gaze, which probably is used to stabilize the rocks. A lot of people show up to see what happened. I'm really ashamed and apologize for breaking the rock formation.

Because I fell trough the rock formation, I didn't have to go anymore. I was now invited to join some kind of competitive activity with a lot of unknown people. We all have to choose partners and I partner up with some asian guy who thinks he's really cool. We had two objectives: 1. create some kind of awesome graffiti masterpiece. and 2. collect stickers. We already had stickers, so I started on the graffiti. A lot of time passed and most teams where done when I finally finished. I can't remember what it looked like, but it kicked ass. Time for beer.

Me, the asian guy and two other persons where looking for a place to drink. We obviously weren't in the forest anymore. All the placed were closed and we arrived at the back door of a chinese restaurant. It was closed, but the rest insisted that they'd go inside to have a few drinks. I didn't understand why we would get drinks here, but I just waited to see what happened. A waiter let us in after a kept on insisting that we could go inside for drinks. Once inside there was absolutely no-one there, except for the floor above us, which looked like it was packed with drinking people. Weird.

We sat down at a bar and the waitresses told me that here was no beer left, since they were closing. Strangely enough, they were all drinking beer. I looked around if there was anything else I'd like to drink, but all I could find was potato chips. There were potato chips everywhere! And that's how the dream ended.

Dream two:
I can't remember a lot about this dream. Each friday night I'm leading a scouting group with about 14 boys and girls. It's a lot of fun and because I was at the scouting the whole evening, I dreamed about it.
I was doing some scouting related activities. With or without the children, I can't really remember. And when the children were gone, everyone was drinking a few beers (as usual). But not me, I had my parents' car with me so I wasn't allowed to drink. I like driving around, so it didn't bother me.

At the end of the night, my parents were there as well. They told me that I didn't have to drive the car, because they'd take it. All I remember next was that I was seriously pissed off at them. I really wanted to drive and it was a seriously big problem for me that I couldn't. I was really really angry (I'm almost never angry in waking life, especially not over something like this). And that's all I remember.

Dream fragment: Life's too short

I'm talking to small Japanese guy who has somekind of disability, he starts to tell me how he wanted to have a smaller head to be more in proportion to his body - so he had an operation to shave a bit of his head off - (I can see this operation take place as he is explaining this to me) there was a problem with the procedure and a thin section of his brain gets shaved off causing permanent brain damage (well dur!)

I am in the city centre. I'm crossing a drive when the street light turns red. I have to stop and wait. A former teacher of mine is also waiting there. He says to me that his lesson is about to begin. The light turns into green. We cross the drive. At some point I hop into a car. A friend of mine is driving. The car is very small. After some time I get on top of the car and start shouting instructions at him ("You don't drive like that!", "Don't stop here!"). I even push the car at some point. For some reason very familiar blocks seem scary. Finally my friend drives into a car park. There is a block of flats. My friend calls to a friend of his that lives in the building. They are having a party. My friend has been invited and he asks his friend if he could bring friends with him. He talks about something like three friends even though there's just me. His friend says that there would be too many people at the party then. I look at my watch. It's 19.10. I remember that I should have been at my piano lesson (which would mean that it's monday). Then I become lucid. I go to the apartment where the party is. There I decide to to one of the TotYs. I decide to do the one where you have to take a picture with that old camera. I decide to leap through the window into the 1900s, but when I'm about to jump I decide to do the one where you have to watch tv. My brother and his friend are playing Play Station on a modern television. I decide to turn that into an older one. "Look at what I'm doing!" I say to them. I point at the television very dramatically and say TADAM. A shock wave from the television throws me back and I wake up.

I was driving down a familiar street near my home and many cars were over taking me. I tried to speed up but my car didn't have any power. Trucks and cars with trailers were overtaking me and it was beginning to annoy me. I looked at the meters on my car and saw I had no more petrol. I took a turn off and met a family friend who was by a cliff and jumping into the water. I don't remember if I did this or not, but I got back into my car and started driving again. I started looking for a station to fill my car up. From behind some buildings I could see a Caltex sign so started driving that way.

As I got further down the street the road was blocked because there was a music festival and the road has turned into an entrance for it. There were many police and I was very worried because in the back of my car was a bag which had a pill. My car ran out of petrol and I have to get out. I was still very scared because I took the bag with my drugs with me and I was walking past a lot of police and sniffer dogs.

I walked around looking for somewhere to hide or get away from the music festival but everywhere I went there was an entrance to the festival and I couldn't get away. I finally found a small alley between some buildings. I started walking down it and became worried again because some suspicious people were walking behind me. The alley turned into a small maze of alleys and I tried to get out of it as well as lose the people who I thought were suss.

I finally managed to find an exit to the alleys but now I was inside the music festival. I wanted to leave and went up to security. I don't remember what was said, they wanted to search me. I walked away. There was a sign saying "hoodlums" with an arrow points. I followed the arrow and it led between two chain link fences. Someone was behind me and I knew they wanted to attack or mug me so i started running.

There was another path that the other person took. His path joined up with my path further down and he turned on a bright spot light on me. Because it was dark I wasn't able to see further than the shine of the spot light. Imagine being on a brightly lit deck and your trying to look beyond the deck into the garden or
whatever the deck looks over

I had to stop running and then someone tackled me.

fri January 6th 2012
22:00-8:30

Had to get good night's rest, since I have to study alot today (exam in 4 days). So didn't want to try anything, just breathing exercice, turned to my side, said mantra and dozed off.

I'm in my hotel room. From the refrigerator I get a bottle of vodka, I pour a couple drinks. Then I head to out to explore. I'm on the ground floor, which is called -5 for some reason. Below that are a couple floors and above it goes to -1. So go in the elevator a couple of times, but the most interesting seems the ground floor with the pool in the middle. I walk around couple of times, when I meet my parents. They tell me we're going to eat, so I should go shower. So they push me into a public shower (like the ones you have at a public pool) and I'd rather just use my own shower, but I can't resist. My grandpa and grandma are there too, getting ready for lunch. We have to cross the pool, over small tiled walls (kinda like bridges), to get to the restaurant. I seem to be afraid to stand up tall, so I crawl over them on my knees. Now and then I slip into the water, making my towel wet. I hate that in real life, and I didn't like then either... My dad mentions something about getting a drink and I remember still having half that bottle of vodka. So I'm carrying it around in my opened backpack, when someone stops me (like a manager) and tells me I'm not allowed to bring my own drink. I tell him it's from the minibar, so I bought it here at the hotel. He says he will go check and leaves me waiting at the desk. They ask for my room number, but I can only give them the floor (-5) and my last name. There's a girl (abit older than me) behind it and we chat abit about the situation and the hotel. She agrees how strange it is that the floors are labeled -5, -4, etc. Another girl is standing next to me, she's been listening to the last bit of the conversation. I'm looking away in the direction the manager went to check my room. When I look back at the girls, I notice the desk-girl signaling to the other to ask for my number, but she declines. (story of my life, lol..) The manager gets back, says it's ok and I can take my bottle with me.

Second time my dad is linked to drinking. It's not a pattern yet, but it seems rather remarkable. My dad doesn't drink often irl, though.

Nonlucid, Lucid, Partially lucid

Oct. 13, 2011
I am on a sidewalk by the street with two other people, a man and a woman. Two ghosts appear. They are the ghosts of the family of the two people. One ghost is the dad of one of the people.
I say "Why can't we see more ghosts?" as I look around.

The girl tells me that I could see the ghost of someone I knew, if I really want to. So I think about seeing my grandfather (my mom's dad) while rubbing the sides of my head.
An orangutan appears. I say "Grandpa was not an orangutan."
He waves at me and I wave back, and he vanishes.

Nonlucid, Lucid, Partially lucid

October 11, 2011

I put a large lawnmower on top of some people in a convertible. The lawnmower is not turned on. They push it over and off of them.
I begin to fly away. The people have turned into a young (pre-teen) boy, who says he is going to throw gravel at me. I tell him that the gravel is made of foam.
The kids yells "You shit doodles!" So I take him literally and I poop out drawings.

Then I have a wedgie. Now I am in some kind of business building. I say aloud that I need to go to the bathroom "to take care of this."
I go into a restroom. Two of the walls are windows through which I can see the receptionist desk.