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dream lucid semi-lucid Night of Dec 30

The same night I had a connecting dream. (read part one first)


I was back on the bus and decided to do a reality check. I did but I was only semi-lucid. The bus driver said she was going to tell the school what I did to her yesterday. I got freaked out and thought I got to go home! It was my stop anyway ,so I got off and walked to my house. I looked back and I thoght I saw a blue van with a white stripe following me. I ran to the house and my Mom's garage door was open. I went in and my whole family was there watching TV even my grandma who is in India for a few months. I was only semi-lucid so I told my mom that we were both dreaming. She then went on to make fun of me That's when I lost my lucidly. I went upstairs and I got angry that I did that to the bus driver (see last dream). I wondered what would happen to me at school. I also thought that what I did was only a dream. ( I knew I had a lucid dream before this one but I still was only semi-lucid). I then just went to bed.

Hours of sleep: 9.5
Recall: 3/5
Vividness: 3/5

I'm sitting in a class and I have to write a test. I get the questions and there are just about thinks I don't know. In addition just stuff, I even don't study. Questions about geography (What's the name of this city?) about physics, stuff like that. I panicate cause I don't know one anwser. I try too argue with a teacher
Me: That's unfair! These are things nobody knows!
Teacher: It doesn't matter. It's a test about flexibility, spontaneity and creativity!

I look at the others and there are writing pages and pages full. I simply leave and run away.

I'm at an indoor-swimming-pool. And it's another test. I just think: what's wrong in here? Our gymnastic professor is there.
Prof to everybody: You know that I don't like theorie much!
Everybody laughs
Prof: That's why we make a swimming test!

Ok.... Just for info, we had just seminars where he spoke of some "moving skills" and their development.
And now: a swimming test?! We had to jump over obstacles to get in the pool, doing weird loopings and figures and other crap.

I wanted to enter in the pool, but it seemed that the water was just about 20 inches deep. How can I swim when the water just goes to my shine? WTF! I get angry about this crap end up running around the pool until the exam had finished

dream lucid semi-lucid Night of Dec 30

I was on the bus back from school when I wanted to do a reality chak. I checked and I found out I was Dreaming. I got off the bus ,but before I did I pulled my drivers pants down because she is mean It was still light outside so I anchored myself to the dream. After I anchored myself the sky turned dark and you could see all the stars and the moon.
I wanted to fly so I ran and jumped but it wouldn't work. I landed on my face in the road. My goal was to fly to the moon. After I tried to fly I tried to summon a weapon. That also didn't work I then figured I will just enjoy my dream. The dream just stopped as soon as decided to enjoy it.

31.12.2010

Death by North Korea (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm trying to boost my recall, so I'm going back to recording everthing I remember about the night's sleep!

I was trying to bust my friends out of a jail in North Korea. We were inside the inner courtyard of a castle which was made of lightly coloured stone. It was overgrown and run down, but there were sturdy metal bars at every exit. I was the only one of the group skinny enough to squeeze through a gap between the bars.



As I snuck around a corner, I came face to face with a Korean guard. He was wearing a green uniform and hat, and carrying a rifle with a bayonet. As he saw me, his eyes widened, but he didn't make a sound. Instead, he turned and ran away- towards a guard outpost I assumed. I charged after him, to prevent him from raising the alarm. We struggled through some thick, overgrown flowerbeds and out into the open. Unfortunately I was now in full view of a guard with a mounted machine gun. He turned before I had a chance to react and fired. Everything went into slow motion. I felt the bellets going into my chest, but it was more of a discomfort than actually painful. Next thing I knew, I was back in the cell with my friends. I had respawned.

I tried again many more times, and eventually got my friends out of the cell using a crowbar I found in the guards' quarters. We made our way slowly through the overgrown flowerbed again. There was more than enough cover to conceal us from the machine gunner. The next thing I knew, I had a bow in my hand. There were long sharp bamboo sticks on the ground all around me, so I picked one up and prepared to fire. As I pulled back the string, I lined up my target- the machine-gunner. I let it loose. Headshot! The guard stumbled out of the turret and fell to the ground. This alerted all the other guards in the vicinity. A screaming alarm sounded and they all rushed out of their quarters. A fight ensued. I think I might have been semi-lucid, because I remember thinking that I would find some proper arrows in a quiver on my back if I simply looked for them there. Indeed I did. As my friends fought the guards at close range, I ran around the edges of the courtyard firing arrows and making ridiculous shots which always found their target. Finally, all that was left was one man. I assumed him to be Kim Jong-Il, but he was much taller and more badass. He was also dressed in a black robe, unlike the dull green boiler suit Kim Jong-Il is always seen in. I fired plently of arrows at him, all of which hit him at various points on his cranium, but had no effect. He advanced on me slowly. I had my back to a huge stained glass window. Beneath it was a sheer drop to the front of the castle. When the cloaked figure was close enough (by now his head was like a porcupine), I slipped around behind him and performed a "this is sparta" kick to send him through the glass. He fell, wailing, to the stone ground below.

I was at a dance recital. I, along with some other older girls, were there to accept an appreciation award while the younger ones danced. The room looked like something from this elementary school near me. It was a cafeteria with a stage in it. Everyone was seated in bleachers. I was sitting with some friends, but then decided to sit with my ex Mat. After a few minutes he gently grabbed my hair in the back of my head. Then he put his arm around me. I told him, "Stop. I have a boyfriend." He didn't say anything, but when I tried to pull away, he wouldn't let go.

I was working at the toy store and there were a lot of new people there, mostly guys (my boss doesn't really like to hire guys). It's time to close the store and I start bringing things in from outside when I see the new employees outside smoking cigarettes. I go to tell them we are closing and I get the feeling I'm unwanted there so I walk away. Then a kid from my other job, PC, is running around outside and I can't catch him.

...

I am standing in the middle of dirt road when I see an old pick up truck driving towards me. The guy driving looks like a freakin maniac, and "Back in Black" is blasting from his speakers. I don't step out of the way but I just watch his face instead.. he's got this crazed look on his face and showing all his teeth.

Missed 37

first dream:
it all started at the school monday morning i knew this was one of my short days, then i took a look at my school schedule, there was added two sport lessons, and 4 other lesson troughout the week. but then i was told by one of the persons around me that, there would be a school break after tommorow, and that we were only going to the two first lessons.
well then i decided get the best out of the day, and being more optimistic about the two sport lessons.
so i left the school, and headed for the local sports center, it didnt look like the real one at all but i didnt notice in my dream.
i went inside, it was full of people standing in line at the checkin stands. i looked a little around to see if i my school team was going to swim today in the sports lessons. but i couldnt find anything so i left the buidling, outside i saw two guys, the one was tall, slim, and dark haired, the second one not very tall, little round, almost balled, but he certainly was red haired, he actually looked like a short version of wayne rooney. they were talking about something, the tall one sounded mad, i sat down with them on some stairs. then a lot of strange things happened. first we saw some strange animals, and then the tall man was sucked down in his computer, then me and the other guy too, now we were driving in some crazy car, with a huge thruster on it was in third person, like a video game. in some time we ended up on some unstable oil platform or so it looked like. it was still like a computer game, just like the one were you pick up things and survive in a small map.

fragments from other dreams.
running around in some building, seeing a door with a poster i used lots of time lookin at it, it was a very dark poster with a man on close on face, he had a military look with some kind of helmet on, but he looked very thin and you could see his skeletal.
and as random as it is, just after that i ran into some room with some guy pissing on the floor just for fun i guess, so i did it too.

another dream
i was at my grandmothers it just seemed like a regular visit, not very quiet but not too exciting and i remember i had a my laptop with me.

this is far more than i expected to allready be able to recall. but its cool though .


summaries:

school days getting longer just before the hollydays
strange building
runnin around on school and a very unsave oil platform
driving in a super save car
the rooney looking person.
pissing on the floor

being home at my grandmothers
playing computer

American Psycho Playground
0524: I am in what seems to be a school playground in the middle of nowhere. Sandboxes, grassy areas, pull-up bars, chain-link fences, and so on. Christian Bale from American Psycho is here, chasing me and other people. Somehow he gets stabbed and falls to the ground. He calls an ambulance. The rest of us run and hide behind cover. He can't move but he's still throwing sharp things like knives and and pencils. One almost hits me. He is covered in blood. I'm not very afraid though. Just cautious to dodge the projectiles.

short WBTB, just long enough to drink a glass of water with a B-complex supplement

fragment
In bed, notice the nearby electrical outlet. It's making a noise like running water. I remove the plug from the top outlet and move it to the bottom, thinking that will somehow help.

fragment
My mother is in the next room. I overhear her talking to herself. She says that I was talking in my sleep.

Vivid Lucid With Some Tasks
Method DILD (prospective memory), DEILD
Lucidity B
Vividness A
Control B
1134: Begin recall in my bathroom. The light is off and the door is open. Dim morning light coming through my bedroom window. I remember my own advice to look at my hands and count my fingers. At first they appear normal but I stare at them for a moment. A finger on my left hand starts to look distorted and wavy. Bingo, I must be dreaming. I also notice the orientation of the bathroom is backwards compared to the real one.

I walk out the bathroom, through my bedroom, and on into the living room. There I see my father laying on the ground between the couch and coffee table. He's wrapped in a robe, like he's sick. I ask him a question, but move on. I peek in my roommate's room, but he's not there. I haven't stopped to think of a plan, so I'm just wandering aimlessly.

I exit the front door and find myself in an unfamiliar stairway. I go down one flight and pass by two young women. I think I said to them: "Oh, you're pretty, and so are you." They are carrying piles of clothes. I reason that they are moving in to the building. I stop on the landing of the floor below. It's covered with boxes and more clothes everywhere. I say aloud: "Wow, this place is really messy." Then I think: Wait, this is my place. It is my own dream in my own mind. Maybe the mess is symbolic. I pick up some of the clothes to get a closer look. They are actually neatly folded. I say aloud: "I guess I like my place like this." I'm not sure what I meant by that.

Now I exit the building and find myself in yet another unfamiliar setting. The building I was in is at the top of a rather steep hill. I am looking down a narrow street that goes down the hill with buildings, trees, and alleys on either side. It's only wide enough for foot traffic, no cars. I'd guess it looks a bit like San Francisco more than Los Angeles. Anyway, it's bright day and many people are on the street, going in and out of shops and sitting at cafe patio tables.

About half way down the hill, there is an awning that catches my attention. I think to fly and land on it. I start to fly but sputter and lose height. I land under the awning. I sit down at a cafe patio table. Also at the table is a young man with dark brown "bedhead" hair and a scraggly beard. In a hip way, not an ugly way. He's holding an Amazon Kindle. He's talking to a nearby waitress. Neither of them see to notice my presence.

Dream fades. I DEILD back.

I'm back at the same cafe patio. The man with the Kindle stands up and walks away, never having noticed me. I stand up and now have more lucidity and control. I walk to the middle of the street and look around, thinking of what to do. I'm a bit distracted as I notice a older woman standing at a podium nearby. Maybe the hostess of a restaurant. Or maybe she's selling something. I snap back into focus and remember a few tasks. Meditate. Hmm. Risky. I decide I'm not ready for that. Laugh. I can do that. I enjoy a big loud "HA HA HA!" in the middle of this busy street. Everyone stops and turns to look at me. The noisy chatter turns dead quiet. Am I embarrassed? No, surprisingly.

Now I have everyone's attention. What next? Cry and pick a fight. Not sure why I thought of these two things together. I look around the crowd and pick out the biggest, meanest guy. He's a tall, wide, Samoan-looking guy. I look up at him and taunt him with a childish "Boo hoo!" crying gesture. Then I punch him in the face with a right hook. He punches back but I block with my left arm and counter with another right. He tries a few more times but I block and counter-punch again and again. He swings once more, loses his balance and falls. I place one leg on him, like I'm posing on top of a mountain.

I start to think what to do next, but the dream fades.

Me and Pascal are discussing that Abhisit is going to have to retire next year when he will be 67 years old. He has been a prime minister for 10 years now. We are having this discussion in a clothing shop. The shop has two floors connected by a spiral gray metal spiral staircase. The lighting is soft and white. I am looking for something in the shop perhaps a computer or a phone.
Pascal says that some of his friends can pack so much into a car. I see an image of Pascal's friend with wings forcing himself into a yellow cab.

I see records lying on floor and on shelf and they belong to Pascal. A girl comes to have a look at them. One book about the Beatles is possessed by spirits because I sense their presence. The girl is looking for a good book. I tell the girl that they belong to my brother's music collection. I also see jeans and a Pink Floyd t-shirt lying on the floor in the messy pile.
I see the brunette girl from College Humor. I offer her some food from this warmer and it is vegan. She takes it. Then I find something slightly better in the warmer and also give that to her. It is a vegan hot dog. She refuses to take it this time. We are in the same room that the music collection is in. The room has a dark vanilla carpet. The shelves are white. After the College Humor girl took the food she walked to the opposite side of the room from the collection and food warmer.

Another dream:

I girl I knew in intermediate school is dancing in this music video that looks like an old DOS game using a forbidden dance move that looks like the wavy hand move in Hawaiian dance. She is therefore expelled from school.

12/30/10 - Bizzare Jungle, Remote Control
Dream Non-dream Lucid

Not really sure what happened exactly. I was in this weird jungle/forest, where my dream self thought to have spent the previous summer. There were some weird and exotic animals there; the one I remember most is a leopard, but it's almost like I was the leopard...

I remember another bit. I was with some animals I don't quite remember, but am pretty sure included a monkey and bird. We were running across something like a long tree, fallen sideways across water... The tree went on as far as I could see, as did the water. We were running to retreave a remote control from some other, less friendly animals.

I wish I could remember more.
Now that I think about it, I vaguely remember a dream or two from that same jungle. Something about fairies, and another involving ancient cursed runes.

30.12.2010

Texts from Reno 911 (Non-lucid)

DREAM

I was driving down a two lane city street which I knew was just outside downtown Reno. Across the street, through an intersection was a black and white SUV poice cruiser. It flashed it's lights and the siren went off. It was especially loud and piercing so I assumed they were playing it through my radio. I knew that I was probably in trouble for driving too fast so I slowed down and prepared to pull over. Suddenly the policeman careened through the intesection and took a right down to a side street. The vehicle pulled through a garage which was open on both sides and mirrored me as we both drove down these parallel streets. I took the freeway on ramp to lose the cop, hoping that he was after someone else. As I pulled off to another part of the town I got a text which I looked at briefly. It was from the police stating that they knew who I was and that I would be fined not only for speeding but also for evading them. They were kind enough to include several smilies with the message. I was back at home in after looking at the text and I had a voice mail with a similiar message. I figured that the whole thing was a joke played on me by my friends with the use of the Prank Dial website. Then I woke up...

recall was shotty due to alcohol consumption on my birthday. Fell asleep with goal in mind to find out when I would meet the woman the psychic told me about on the internet.

Asuka

Vague sex dream...

Symbiote?

Think I remember carrying Asuka's symbiote in my hand... it was giggling... wtf.

uncle wtf.

Me and my Uncle were arguing about some pop band and whether or not it originated from Denmark or sweden.

Work

Some vague dream about going to some guy named Garret's job. He was there working and he wanted to put me to work.

HH questions

Q. when Will i meet this woman I was told about?

A. I saw an image of a spoon... does that mean soon? Are my guides retarded? who knows. Then i saw a single number: 1. The first of next month year? very spoon indeed.

I took a nap just so I could have a dream!
I was getting dressed, putting a shirt on (a shirt I don't have, damn! should have realized it was a dream!). Before I could get it on, I feel warm hands on my shoulders from someone standing behind me. The hands start going down the sides of my arms, and I look and see its a guy's hands, but I don't know who's. I lean my head to the side and feel breath on my neck.. I wake up. Racy!

Winston Churchill

Winston Churchill has come to live with my family. Actually, in my dream I think I am related to him. We get into some discussion with some people (I think we are at my old college, but I'm not sure). Churchill and I are arguing one side against some of the others. It is getting late, and we all decide to go to bed.

I start up to my room, but then remember that I left a light on in the living room. I go back to turn it off, and Churchill says something really strange like "farewell, sweet feline". I just kind of stare at him, and then go back to my room, thinking what a weird thing that was for him to say...

... There is food. Shrimp, I think. Also, there were some books around that I was reading. I think in preparation for a class. Wait, I'm getting something more: I am studying for an exam that I am about to take. That's how it starts. Then I started reading Churchill's "Gathering Storm".