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3.12.2010

Evasion (Non-lucid)

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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Mzzkc

Evaded extermination by using short range teleportation to stay one jump ahead of the red-laser wielding hunters in a rather confined, futuristic city-scape.

It started off as some Tomb Raider style game, but eventually it changed.

I was in some room, seemed to be a living room of sorts. The walls were beige. I was with KR and I think KA. I needed a phone number for some reason and asked KR for it. She handed me some random phone number so I took it and called it.

The number was some sort of spam hacker thing. I called it, and it asked me for something. I wanted to hang up but I wouldn't for some reason. Somehow I knew that this person was going to hack my email and take over my computer.

Eventually I got away from the phone, but I was constantly worried about that hacker. I scolded myself for being an idiot and not checking the number for anything strange first.

Then it called back, but I didn't actually hear the phone ring or pick it up. The voice was just sort of talking to me and nagging me. It was trying to get me to say my email, and though I was tempted, I wouldn't give it up. I was scared shitless by this person. Even though I didn't know I was dreaming, I started taking control. I imagined a pencil in my hands. I started bending it, taking slight note of the fact that it was bendable and not breaking. I slowly bent it more and more, expecting to feel that snap... and so it did snap. I then used the two bits of pencil and blindly stabbed in front of me. I couldn't see the person, but I could feel it sort of dissipating against my attacks. We fought, and I felt it trying to defend itself and lash out at me again. At the last moment before I woke up, a quick picture of MI passed before my eyes.

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Though it doesn't seem scary, it actually really was scary. Surely you know how exaggerated dream emotions can be. I guess you can call this my first nightmare in quite a while.

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This is the second night of trying to change the whole dream world to one that is less chaotic and works for me helping out my waking life. I had even less luck tonight than last but the weirdness is definitely growing.

Dream 1: Body Parts
Nonlucid
I am in some woods in a fall-like time of year. I see some people at a distance but they walk away and I figure these must be the people that have the bird disease [I was thinking you get it from chickens and that it can kill you, especially kids]. I kept walking and came to a house which was abandoned. For some reason I started to rip the metal gutters off the roof to reclaim the metal. When I looked at the twisted metal on the ground I thought it looked like bodies which it became, a lot of bloody body parts. I figured these were the dead people from the disease. I thought that I should trow all this mess in my trunk and head out.
I flew over highways half believing that I was in a car. I came to a bridge were people were swimming under it in the water of the river, something like under a bridge in new york city [though I have NEVER seen anyone in that water, it doesn't have a nice reputation for cleanliness]. I went in the water with some people. It was nice under the shadow of the bridge but I soon got bored and flew out over to a dirt road leading to a junk yard's gated entrance-way. I thought about turning around and getting those body parts out of my trunk but I explored a bit more instead. I jumped up next to the large chain-link fence and found I was practically weightless. I jumped some more and thought "wow this is some kind of super power I have to explore, after I get those body parts out of my trunk." Then I started to think were would be a good place to dump body parts.
I woke up kind of creeped out and turned on my TV while still very groggy. The first thing I saw was this on Dr. Oz's show. "uh precognitive..." was all I could grumble.

Dream 2 (nap): Race
Passive Observer [a term I heard someone else use and its a very good term, it like when you are watching the dream on TV.]
There was a foot race of boys at a high school on the school's track. It was one of those events where no one is running really hard because there's nothing at stake. The boys were running and the view stuck to one boy. As the boys come to a bend in the track there is a referee in that black pants and striped black and white shirt getup of a ref. As they pass him the "star" of this dream-show says to the ref "I can even pass you in my shorts!" [apparently some kind of funny insult at the boy being so much faster than the older ref. Then the ref taking the challenged started running too. There was a few runners with the ref in the middle of them.

*I got hit in the head yesterday by my friend's fist (it was by accident) so that might have something to do with this dream.*
***Please let me know if this was lucid or not! Thank you!***

I was staying with my grandparents in what seemed like this mix between a mansion, an apartment, and my house. I think it was haunted. I was looking at a painted family portrait and I remember being intrigued by a little blonde boy. I pointed him out to my grandmother, but she said he was no one. I somehow knew that it was her son who had been lost/died and (in the dream) I think I knew that I knew that because I had had this dream before.

I was walking in an abandoned hospital with my best friend Julia. It was all dark and musty. It may've been storming outside. This ghost of a nurse ran by me. She was dressed in the stereotypical nurse's uniform; mid-length skirt, button-down short-sleeved shirt, hair in a tight bun, and cap with a red cross on it. She said hi to me as she ran by, and I said hi back.

I was in the basement of my house. There was a a heavy-set woman with thick curls and glasses sitting in my dad's arm chair. I asked her about my grandmother's son, but the woman said he never existed.

I was exploring my grandparent's house. I came across this one room and opened the door. The room was pitch black. I turned on the light, thinking I was gonna find like a dead body in the bed or something. Turned out to be my grandfather in the bed who I had awoken when I turned the light on. The TV was also on.

I was in this school like building with Julia. We came to this padded area. Two of the gym teachers from my middle school were there. They told us we had to stay there. Something bad was happening, but it was never specified what exactly. There were a bunch of other students sitting on the mats. I knew we needed to escape. I asked Julia to go get my shoes that we had left at the other entrance. While she was gone, I knew from my previous dream that there was a way out. I found a door that led into a gym. She came back with mine and hers, too. I was putting on my shoes, they were flip flops, and they ended up being the ones I have in real life, black with a paint splatter pattern. Then we both bolted through the gym.

I was walking up the stairs to the back door of my house, which leads into the family room. My mom was there, and so was this girl I go to school with, Leah, and her mom. Leah admitted to having something to do with the ghosts. Then I woke up 10 minutes before my alarm went off :-(

Ok. What did I eat last night lol.

Zukin Slaughter

I was in a video game and it sort of looked like WoW. I was with 2 guys and a girl. One of the guys was saying something to the other boy, but I couldn't hear them properly to make out the words. The man summons a rope and captures the girl and I. We are brought to a dungeon like place.

The man tells us that he is going to go fight a Boss Monster, and that we should remain in the dungeon until he is done fighting. It's not like we had much of a choice though as we were tied up. The other girl sits where the red X is, and I sat on the other side of the half-wall. The door at the top is where he left to fight the monster, and the door at the bottom is where we came in at. The dungeon looked like something out of a cyberspace movie. The floors had streaks of neon green and the walls were a black with plaid blue design.

I sat patiently waiting for him to return. Looking over the half-wall, I saw a vine like thing growing from the floor. It was green, perhaps it looked more like a tentacle but it was branching off on the sides. It was attacking the other girl, sucking out her life. It turned its focus towards me, and I moved away from the first half of the room. I freed myself from the ropes, and went to the far corner away from the green ghosty thing. Before I could make it to the other side, the green spirit shot an arrow at me.

The arrow went through my chest and blood dripped and splattered on the floor. Determined to save my soul from being eaten, I continued to take my last few steps toward the safer corner until I collapsed on the floor. The pain began to encompass my entire body, and I dug my finger nails into the ground. They scraped against it and burrowed into the surface. By doing this, the top layer of the flooring several feet around me disappeared, uncovering a set of stairs. I took cover from the creature by hiding in the dips in the floor from the staircase. The tentacles of the spirit creature couldn't reach me here.

I was pretty pissed off now. I had been dragged here against my will, terrified, and nearly killed. When that man came back, he was going to get it. I waited patiently for him, wondering about what happened to the other girl in the dark room. She was being awfully quiet, so I assumed that she was dead.

I heard a slamming of the door, and peaked up above my secret ledge in the floor. There he was. He was wearing a suit of armor and had a beautiful sword in his hand. If he hadn't been so cruel I would have assumed that he was a hero. I secretly watched him as he scanned the room, looking for life. He didn't look shocked when he saw the other girl dead.

I creeped out of my ledge and hid behind one of the half-walls, waiting like a snake. When he came close enough, I instantly attacked him with all of my pissed-off-force. I acquired his weapon when he dropped it from surprise and began slashing into his stomach. Streams of blood came out of his mouth and he fell to the floor, but he wasn't dead.

I didn't want to kill him. So I left him there. I slowly walked to the other door leading outwards, not taking my eyes off of him. When my hands touched the knob, he looked at me and smiled creepily.

"Good luck escaping," He sneered. I wasn't sure what he meant by that until I closed the door behind me and locked it shut. When I turned around I was encompassed by blackness. I could barely make out a eternal series of staircases surrounding me. I knew that it wouldn't take him long to find another way out of that room, and thus I had little chance of fleeing without a re-encounter.

I felt around for a railing and then sped down the stairs blindly. I heard moaning in the distance. It was the moaning of the near dead. He was near. I saw a shadow of a creature against the wall.

[missing time]

I was now in the bedroom, and we were having our last fight to the death. He was now a girl in black. I was continuously stabbing him with the sword, but it was only doing minimal damage. My arms were covered in blood from the massacre and he was equally fighting back. I was beginning to grow weaker when I realized that simply maiming him would not solve the problem. He must be killed.

I climbed on top of him and held him down. I took my long blade and held it against his neck. With a swift motion, I slit his throat. I left him on the floor and exited the room. I locked the door behind me. The door had a window on it, so I looked in. He was laying on the floor, seemingly dead. He slowly sat upright and looked me into the eye. The pupil in his blue eyes grew larger and larger until the entirety of his eyes were black. Upon seeing this, I ran out of the house.

Spirit Warriors

I was trying to leave school really fast before the traffic blocked my exit. I put the car in reverse and accidentally drove over the grass. Oh well. The road twisted and turned abnormally. I accidentally drove onto the roof of the school. Don't even ask how that happened (I'm not sure). I couldn't drive my car off of the roof because there was no longer a ramp, so I was stuck there.

I went inside the school, in the room underneath where I parked my car. It was apparently the drama room. They looked like they were doing construction in the room. There were loose boards everywhere.

"Sorry I parked my car on your roof." They looked at me for a second and then laughed. They told me that it happens pretty often, and that I needed to visit the janitor in the school garage.

So, I went out to the garage. It was made like a large, square, wooden hut. The walls were not furnished or anything and it smelled like cedar. The garage had 2 floors and was very cluttered with odds and ends. I climbed up the stairs to the second floor. There was a wind chime hanging from an open window. Outside of the window there was a wooden roof. I crawled out of the window and stood on the roof. Sitting on the roof there was a guy looking out to the horizon. Next to him there was a sword that looked similar to the Godric Gryffindor Sword, except it had spikes lining the edges.

I asked him who he was, and he told me that he used the sword to fight off evil spirits that continuously attacked him. He gave me a battle axe and told me that if I was going to hang around him that I would need this for my protection.

We went to his house and he introduced me to his brother (looked like Joe's brother). His brother wasn't mentally stable and was often more perceptive of the spiritual attacks.

We were in the hallway when his brother fell to the ground and went into fetal position.

"They're coming" he whispered, while rocking back and fourth. His eyes were turning red and tears were forming and running down his cheeks.

"Who's coming?" I asked.

"Ssh, wait a minute." The guy said. His body stiffened up and he held his sword ready for an attack. I held my battle axe as well, not sure what I was about to attack. A large "mass" came over us. It looked like a giant shadow. His sword lit up and we began to attack the mass.

12/3/10 - Parting Kiss
Dream Non-Dream Lucid

I was in my school with a bunch of other kids, late at night. I didn't know any of them except for this cute blond guy around my age; I think I had a crush on him or something.
Apparently we were locked in for some unknown reason, and everyone was pretty much cool with it except me because there was somewhere else I had to be.
I snuck off from the group and made my way towards the school gate to try and get out. The blonde guy followed me.
There were some obstacles or security of some sort that we had to get through, I don't really remember, but by the time we got to the gate we had some romantic moments or something. Again, I don't remember.
So at the gate, he helped me pry it open and I just barely slipped through. The gate then snapped back into place and he was unable to move it again.
I was outside, he was inside. I asked if I'd ever see him again, and he said, "I don't know, but here's something to remember me by," and we kissed through the bars of the gate.
After we parted, I ran off down the dark street and woke up.

Non-lucid Lucid Side notes

I went to bed at 2:00 am and woke up at 7:30 am to attempt a WILD. It didn't work, but I had a very entertaining lucid dream as a result.

I am in a hotel room with three guys my age and some random old lady. One of the guys is really nerdy and is annoying the living daylights out of everybody. This hotel room has bunk beds and I am chilling on one of the top bunks. We want to go outside of the hotel and are all talking about where exactly we want to go. We can't decide on anything, and then from out of the blue, the nerdy guy says, "Polka Town!" and slaps his knees repeatedly. I am beginning to wonder if he has a mental disorder. All the other dream characters somehow think that going to this "Polka town" would be a good idea. So they go over to the window that overlooks an empty green field, and one by one jump out of the window. Our hotel room is on the third floor so I am very shocked, but then I come to the conclusion that this is a dream and I become lucid.

I jump out the window as well and fly with them over the empty field for a bit. We land in some Victorian-style town and everything somehow becomes animated. All the towns people are ambling around and playing accordians. None of them are good at playing, so all of them combined sounds like a jumbled mess. When they see us, they go berserk and start to chase us. They are filled with a rage virus like in 28 Days Later that makes them want to eat brains and play crappy polka. We sprint away from them, and at this point there are about five other normal people with us who are running away from the bloodthirsty polka folks. One guy has a club, so he stops momentarily to get a good swing at a towns person. He clubs this person in the head, but three or four other towns people quickly descend on him. An attractive black lady who is running with us from the towns people also stops running for some reason. Her husband, who has the rage virus, runs towards her and is about to eat her brains. However, he changes his mind suddenly because he recognizes his wife, drops his accordion, becomes normal again, and tells his wife that he missed her. We decide that we've had enough of polka town (no country hospitality whatsoever) and fly up into the air again. We fly back through the window and into our hotel room again.

I remind myself that I am still dreaming. I look at the walls of the hotel room and there are large grey numbers everywhere. Even though we were almost ripped apart by crazy polka folks, everyone is thanking the nerdy guy for his recommendation. I say it actually wasn't too great and he punches me in the arm. The nerdy gives jolly ranchers to everybody, but gives me a yellow flower. He says its a powerful and dangerous drug that I shouldn't try (not sure why he gave it to me then). I pop it in my mouth and eat it up because I'm not afraid of the effects since its a dream. It tastes very bitter and very sour at the same time. A warm sensation rushes through my body, and everything suddenly becomes much brighter. I look out the window and see that there is a big snow storm (which is a hallucination because it was nice and sunny before I ate the drug). I am majorly trippin' and am laughing like a crazy person. I look at the dream characters and see that they have freakin' chimpanzee faces. I say to them, "heh heh heh... You guys have monkey faces... heh heh".

I walk through the door and out into the hallway to explore the dream level a bit. The effects of the drug wear out when I'm halfway down the hallway. I remember my dream goal to enter another world via a door portal. I walk up to a hotel room door, imagine the planet Pandora from Avatar on the other side and open the door. To my disappointment, it is only a bedroom with dark blue walls and lots of lava lamps. I walk inside, go up to the window, look out of it and see a large expanse of jungle. I get excited and leap out of the window. I fly over the jungle and want to land on the ground and have an adventure. I can't enter it however, because the landscape gets all hazy and two-dimensional. I am afraid that I'll wake up so I fly back into the hotel.

I decide that I want to have sex with a hot girl so I start looking for women. I see an open door to a hotel room, so I walk into the room but there's only some fat chick playing a keyboard. I am awkwardly silent for five seconds, say hi to her, and walk away. I walk down another hallway and it leads me into a mall. There are restaurants and clothing stores and such, and I see lots of beautiful women in bikinis walking around in a clothing store on my left. I walk in to the store, approach a tall blonde woman, and ask her if she wants to have sex with me. She is repulsed and tells me to screw off. I see another woman who is tan, brunette and much more beautiful than the one who rejected me. I walk up to her try a different tactic by whooing her. She likes me so she says "bite me". I grab her behind and before we do anything I wake up.

This isn't so much a dream as it is an early morning delirious series of waking and dozing visions. It isn't too fresh in my head, but I figure its good to at least write something down.

There was seamless shifting between dreaming state and wakefulness in my bed this morning. I'd be aware of my body and head on the pillow for one minute and the next I would be in this corridor, still lightly aware that it was morning and unable to move freely as in a dream. I woke up again and dozed again seeing this same corridor. Again I woke and dozed but this time I had a vision of zerglings from starcraft. I saw them from a detached aerial perspective, but only briefly as my (real life) alarm went off which brought me into full wakefulness.

This one might scare some people. I am not sure what policy affects it. Viewer discretion is advised.

Grizzly in a psychedelic kind of way. Scary and ominous, but it brought me nothing but fascination.

I am in a bus with my mother. Apparently I have decided to kill myself, for I get off and abandon her, thinking forever, at the world's hotspot for suicide. There are people everywhere, jumping into the air and falling back down face first like swallows, practicing their jumps to the death. But some people have come here to live, too. They are peasants, and seem at ease, desensitized. Almost a bit as if though they have no emotion at all. It is an area ripe with nature, only a few huts house the inhabitants. Some of the peasants are cultivating a kind of yams that apparently grows from trees and falls like a lawn-dart, with a long needle-end, piercing your skull into your brain. While being deadly, they also taste sweeter than anything in existence. These are everywhere, constantly falling with a light crack, ominously. The people who have decided to die chase them merrily, pledging themselves to the ambrosia they offer until the fatal fall occurs. One stunningly beautiful and intelligent looking young woman offers me to come closer and taste some of hers. I am appalled, and yell that in no way would I do that, I could die, and how could she live with herself cultivating those things. She asks me, if I came there not to die, what then? I am silent.

I find myself at this brothel thats like a strip club, casino, and arcade all rolled into one. I see Red playing some dice game, and theres money laid out everywhere. I started thinking about this place and realize this is only my second time I've been to this place. The first time I was here, it was also a dream. All of a sudden everyone started leaving outside, and I headed with them. Some guy in a football jersey was asking me if I wanted to leave with one group or stay with his....I told him his.

It was night time outside, and I noticed S was in the group. She was wearing some vinyl shirt that was mostly see through. She lifted up her shirt and showed her tits to all of us. She was bragging about how she just had them done. When I looked again, there were scar marks and the stitches were still visible. Her right breast was pointing in the wrong direction and she said it'll look better once everything heals up. Just when she said that, one of her nipples fell off.

I knew I was dreaming after that and someone started talking about this storm. We all rounded the corner and there was these black clouds moving in. It started getting really windy, and there was thunder, and the clouds were emitting a prism of colours near it that were in sync with the thunder. I looked down the road and saw several people fly up in the air from the wind. I couldn't help but marvel at it all for a second, and just then S jumped into my arms and wanted me to save her.

The crowd of people had mostly all but scattered by now, and I decided to just go to the second story of this building to get a better view. I moon jumped up, and almost made it on the balcony, and caught the ledge with one arm. I told her to climb up before I fall, and she was still wrapped up on me, so I threw her up there and climbed up. There were lawn chairs set up with tacky green carpeting. I turned back around and waited for the storm to approach but I woke up.

I'm at some office type area, and I have no idea what I'm doing here other than going from room to room, but I come across Jaime Presley and she wanted to feel my dick. She started rubbing me, and I started getting hard like immediately. She was like "no, no, thats fake". I looked at her and said "are you serious"? She was like "it's got to be" and then she bolted off. I don't think I was lucid, but I was kinda in "fuck it" mode. I walked everywhere trying to find her again, and when I did she was sitting down on a couch. I sat next to her and said "look". I positioned it where the tip was poking out the this hole near the bottom of my shorts, and of she still was thinking it was fake. I pulled my shorts away from my waist so she could look down and see it. She immediately reached in and started playing with it and said it was missing _______ from it. I don't remember what she said, but I was just like "probably cause i'm circumcised". She grabbed on to my foreskin and started tugging on it, still in denial, and i'm like "hey hey!!". I decided to pull it out all the way in font of everyone, and she was like "Damn, I may have to fuck you soon". Dream ended.

Worst wild Ever
I wake up in my room, I started stabilizing, and I headed to the door, and woke up.

Worst DILD ever
I'm sitting at my computer, and I look around and just know that I'm dreaming. I head to the other part of the living room and it feels like I have to pee. All of a sudden theres a toilet there. I wake up.

Frag
I remember being outside and some girl was rubbing on me, and I remember trying to kick some electronic device after tossing it in the air. I kept missing and some guy was laughing at me. He said "by the looks of it, I think this is Spoons old ______". I couldn't figure out who the hell was Spoon


I had some vivid HI about these faces I could see...they were looking at me like I was lying down. I also had something else where I saw some old man and there was all of this yellow surrounding him, like he got engulfed by it. And then I saw the profile of some womans face from just below her eyes down to her chin. She was wearing pink lipstick and suddenly started drinking something from a straw.

In which I'm working at my old job...

I'm back at the job that I quit in September. I'm sitting behind a computer in E's classroom reading a non-work related blog. The students are coming in, and E says that I need to walk around and assist them with their work. I feel a little guilty that I had to be redirected. I know better than to waste time at work like that. But when I get up to help the kids, I remember the conflict I had with them and I'm embarrassed to be around them. I start to think about how much I hate the job, and I remember that I've already quit. I ask E why I'm there, and she tells me that I'm dreaming. I become lucid and decide that if I'm dreaming, I can just leave and go somewhere else. But when I walk out the door of the classroom, the dream ends.

In which my uncle and I carve up a dead cow...

I'm at my grandmother's house and my uncle and I are in the kitchen carving up a dead cow for dinner. It's really messy and we are wearing butcher's clothes, including the long, heavy black plastic apron.

In which there is a ghost in my great-grandmother's house...

I'm at my great-grandmother's house, though in the dream she is already dead. I'm in her living room sleeping on the couch, and my uncle is in the armchair nearby, reading. (I think this dream is a continuation of the previous one about the cow carcass though we are at my great-grandmother's house and not my grandma's.) My brother comes into the living room and wakes me up. He tells us that there is a ghost in the back of the house.

We go to the back bedroom which used to be my great-grandmother's bedroom. My brother and uncle ask me if I remember a ghost ever haunting the house before. They want my opinion on the matter because when I was a child, they tell me, I was a spirit-medium and frequently communicated with ghosts. (This is not true in real life, by the way, but in the dream I accepted it as true.) I told them that I did sense a presence of a hostile male ghost.

The bed is pushed up against the middle of the wall of the square room. The wall containing the door to the hall is on the left of the bed. The wall containing two windows facing the street is on the right. The wall containing the closet door is directly in front of the bed, and my great-grandfather's hospital bed is in front of it. On the closet door are stickers of drumming soldiers, partially faded with time. The way the room is set up is accurate to real life, but the stickers are actually in the guest room in real life- not in my great- grandmother's bedroom. I point them out to my uncle and brother.

"Those stickers shouldn't be here," I tell them. "They belong in the front bedroom." We go into the front bedroom to see if the stickers are where they should be, but they are not. I explain that I have only recently found out that our elder uncle B did not put the stickers there. They were there when our great-grandmother bought the house and belonged to the boy who lived here before. I told them that I think that boy's ghost is haunting the house.

They ask me if I think it could be the ghost of either of our great-grandparents, both of whom died in that house. I tell them that this is not possible because they are at peace, not wandering the earth like ghosts. I tell them that I remember feeling the ghost's presence before. That boy is now an angry young man. I explain that this is why my great-grandmother's secret bathroom has been locked up for years. He killed himself in there.

My uncle and my brother seem surprised that I know about a secret bathroom. They ask where it is, and I show them a panel on the wall which can be removed to reveal a door. We open the door and find a tiny little bathroom, so small that a large person could not fit inside. It's a scary place, and we immediately close the door and replace the panel.

Afterwards, I walk over to the two windows and turn the blinds up so that people outside cannot see in. I explain that this will prevent the ghost from entering the house again. Then I notice that there are American flags hung up on the wall between the windows. The flags are mirror image to the way they should be.

"I guess Grandmother couldn't tell that they were backwards," my uncle explains.

Last night, I remember waking up post-sleep cycle and thinking, Man, that dream was awesome. I don't wanna sit up and write it down, though. I already stayed up too late and am not going to get enough sleep tonight. I'll do it in the morning. And, of course, now I don't remember what that awesome dream was about I really need to start going to bed earlier and writing dreams down as soon as I wake up from them again. Since I couldn't remember that one, I decided to enjoy some time thinking about dreams by spending the morning getting caught up on DJ entries from the past two weeks that were still only in handwritten-note form, and now I'm all caught up.

Awake, Non-lucid dream, [Commentary made while awake]

Night of November 26-27

[Fragment] I'm listening to one of Guy's lectures in person and/or via cell phone.

My parents have remodeled our kitchen. The color scheme is the same as before [the same as it currently is in reality], but the stove and the sink have switched places. [Also, the layout is totally different from how it is in reality.] My mom and I are in the kitchen, making tea and coffee. I look through a canister of little packets of coffee and tea for something I like.

[Longer dream begins here] I'm driving down a street in my mom's car, with the top down. [My mom's car isn't a convertible in real life.] I'm in an old residential neighborhood that's apparently somewhere in the UK. Throughout the rest of this dream, all the environments are incredibly detailed and realistic. I turn around and drive back up the street and through an open gate in a stone wall, into the old center of town, which I explore on foot. The plaza is made of stone. There's a castle on the right and a bell/clock tower on the left.

I take the train to get up to the next town. The train car is full of old, plush couches and seats. An old man on the train starts telling a story. Looking out the window, I see fields, trees, a sign that says something like “You are now leaving (town name),” and a train on another track that looks just like the commuter trains I'm used to here in the US.

The train reaches its destination. I remember visiting this town once before. The train station there is inside an enormous hangar complex, which is also an airplane museum. Several small, old airplanes are on display. There are a fairly large number of people there playing tourist, but it's not crowded. There are also several restaurants in the complex, including a pub and a taco place. I think of getting something to eat, but I know I have no cash on me, and I worry that my credit cards won't work.

Night of November 27-28

I drive through the mountains and enter something that appears at first to be a half-underwater base, but later turns out to be a big ship, by going through an underwater airlock. There are lots of other people on the ship. There's a storm going on; big, pretty snowflakes are falling, and big chunks of ice are falling from the mountains onto the ship and into the water around it. We can't sail out in this storm, so we'll have to spend the night on board. I see Tracy F., who is in charge of the ship and all the people on it, bustling about on the deck of the ship. Either I or somebody else [I don't remember] says, “Poor Tracy's so busy she hasn't even had time to notice the storm, much less make an announcement.” There are bathrooms on board; I absentmindedly wander into the men's bathroom, which gets me some weird looks.

I'm at M.V. High School to watch an athletic meet. I've left campus, so I have to sneak back onto it by hopping over a gate in a fence. I have a shopping cart, but I abandon it somewhere. I explain to some sort of security officer what I'm doing on campus. I also meet a big, omnivorous alien that I recognize in the dream as belonging to one of the Siglerverse alien species [but who doesn't look anything like any of them], who tells me a story about something.

[This is a catch-up post. This dream is from the night of November 25-26.]

Awake, Non-lucid dream, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm attending a writers' workshop at the home of author Beverly Cleary. Every single wall of the house is completely covered with filled bookshelves. I'm walking through the house, picking my way among people in sleeping bags lying on the floor.

Dreamskip. Now everyone is awake and listening to Cleary speak. She announces to all the attendees that she's retiring from writing. Her assistant says: “Does anyone have any questions? Real questions? Realer questions?”

One of the other attendees asks if anyone else there is willing to answer a question, and I volunteer to answer it, saying, “I can make a halfhearted effort at answering.” I say this because I don't think my answer can possibly be anywhere near as good as Cleary's. The assistant introduces me to the other attendee with the question as the author of the forthcoming novel “Artist.” In the dream, I know that the assistant is referring to my current NaNoWriMo novel [the one I was working on in real life when I had this dream], but I think, That's not the right title. [At that point, I hadn't given that novel a title yet in real life, but I still somehow knew that that wasn't the right one.] The other attendee gives me a thin ARC [Advance Reader Copy] of his (or her? I'm not sure) new book, and asks me if I'm interested in reading it and how long it would take me to read it. I am interested, because it has Piers Anthony's name on it as a reference, and is obviously high fantasy based on the cover design. I flip through it and say, “I could read this in an hour, maybe two.”

The other attendee and I walk through the house, which is crowded with workshop attendees. In the room where we end up, there are some people sitting around a picnic table, and David C. is one of them. The other attendee who gave me the ARC asks me something about what the group dynamic at this writers' workshop is like. I answer, then start telling him (her?) about the characteristics of the T./M. Writers' Group [I don't know of one in real life, besides the NaNoWriMo group] and F. Writers Read. Then I woke up. This one was so cool that I thought about trying to DEILD back in, but I didn't because I knew I'd already moved around too much.

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Side notes:

This dream was awesome. Not only did I have particularly good recall, especially for the many spoken conversations in the dream, but even better, somebody introduced me as the author of a forthcoming novel. Being the author of a published novel is one of my biggest real-life goals. Also, the night I had this dream was the night before Black Friday, and I had set a goal for that day of breaking my previous personal record for the most words of fiction written in a single day. I succeeded. I think this dream indicates that my intention to finish the draft I've started without stopping at the end of November had taken root firmly in my mind. Rawk.