non-lucid

I was visiting Millersville University with my parents ( Before I started going there ), and my dad had to pay this
security guard for parking. So He parks and the guard comes over and my dad takes out a wad of cash and starts
flipping through hundreds. He hands the guard something like $300 and we get out. It wasn't any parking lot at
MU though. It looked more like the parking lot at the Philadelphia Art Museum. Anyway, we go to some Computer
Science demonstration, as I am a Computer Science major, and it is a little fuzzy after that but my dad was asking
the professors a bunch of questions ( as he did when I actually was visiting college campuses ), then we go back
to the car and get in. The security guard comes over and my Dad starts talking to him like a well known friend. He
hands him another $300 or so and the dream ends.
I wake up and look at the clock. It is 3:30 AM so I go back to sleep.

I am with a representative of Puma who seems to resemble a cross between
Bear Grylls and Mike Rowe. There is also an old lady there. They are doing an
experiment with Puma's newest shoe, the Cabana Racer, and the representative
gives the old lady a red and orange pair of Puma Cabana Racer shoes. I point
out that I am also wearing my white-black-grey pair and the representative gets
a smile on his face and says "aahh". The old lady puts on the red Pumas and
the test is going to be a race with a race car. The car is yellow and looks quite
fast. The old lady starts running and I run as well. The car is definitely not going
its full speed but it is not going slow either. Somehow we are keeping up with it
but we are not going faster than a normal running pace. We run through a city
for a while, the car had lost us a long time ago, and after a bit we stop, look at
each other, and the dream ends.

I am in an unfamiliar place. It is difficult to describe but there is a tall metal structure
with a ladder running up through it and clues to the next place to go. It's like a race only
the course unknown and this tower shows the path. I remember several of my friends
being in this race with me. We had to run around a building and I began running. I was
able to run normally and I started pacing myself so that I would be able to make it. The
person next to me went all out. I resisted the urge to match their speed, that they would
run out of breath and become tired. Sure enough, they did and I came around the building
first. but then one of my old high school teachers was there with a bunch of my friends
and she said something like "You have to wait". I forget what the reason was but making
it there so soon was for nothing. After that she let everyone go and I went back to the tower
climbed up and looked for the next "clue". I then suddenly found myself in some sort of lift
car sitting next to a couple of my friends. I was thinking of my crush and my one friend who
was sitting next to me said "Why do you like her and not me?". I think about this comment
but say nothing. We ride on the lift for a while longer and the dream ends.

I woke up and had pieces of the dream for a few seconds then lost it
No Recall

I am in my room and I intuitively know the backstory of this extremely strange
dream. At a certain interval of time, a different room, at random, in my house
will begin glowing bright blue. Furthermore, any person in the room at the time
would become a zombie of some sort. I seem to be the only person who knew this.
I looked out of my door and saw my parents' room light up. Moments later my dad
walks out and I slipped back in my room for fear of him seeing me. He went down
the stairs and into our dining room, as did my mother. I go down the steps after
them, making sure not to be seen. I as I come to the dining room, which is past
our computer room, I see the dining room light is on and my dad is sitting at his
spot at the table doing something, I can't tell what. My mother is cutting coupons
out of a magazine. I hear my brother coming and hide because I don't know if he is
infected or not. He walks by wearing a blue cape and drooling blue foam, somewhat
like rabies. He then leaves through the front door of the house. I hear a growl.
It is Chelsea, one of my two dogs and she is infected as well. I run and she chases
me. AFter a while, she runs out of breathe and turns back to normal. I think...
maybe outrunning them cures them. So I got my other dog to chase me and the same
thing happened. I realized that they were also a bit sluggish. Their stamina was
greatly reduced by whatever this was. So I went to the door and walked out. My
parents followed and I tried to run but it was like trying to run on the moon. I
managed to get away from my parents but then I encountered my brother at the bottom
of my driveway. He began chasing me and the dream ended.

I am in a forest but it is quite busy. This forest has many building and structures, the
most prominent of which is a shopping mall. I am in a building a good distance away from
this mall. It has a similar architecture but the purpose is much different. I am looking
for my friends from Indoor Percussion Ensemble at my high school. I think I came to this
building looking for them but they are not here so I decided to go check Somewhere else.
It takes a substancial amount of time to get anywhere because the buildings are all so far
appart. I go to the mall first. I go in and start looking. The mall is very interesting
architecturally. The oustide is, for the most part, cubic and there are ramps jutting out
from the bottom at every entrance. The ramps go to the ground and in the forest landscape
it looks extremely out of place, yet somehow, it fits. I go up one of the ramps into the
complex. I go up a set of steps. Everything is very professional looking. The marble floors,
modern stairs, and glass doors and partitions are quite well constructed and beautiful from
an architectural point of view. I cannot find my friends here so I leave and go to several
other buildings. After a long time of searching, I find someone I know and ask them if they
have seen the people from indoor. They say no, so I decide to check the mall again. I get
there after an even longer walk and go in. I go through the glass door and up the professional
looking stairs again. This time, I come up to a landing where I find several of my friends.
My friend, Peter, goes up to Canada to get some sort of high quality syrup. Two hours later,
he gets back with the syrup, and two speeding tickets. This is in Pennsylvania... We all
laugh about it and the dream ends.

As a segway from the previous dream, the cop who had come to his senses
bought plane tickets for me and some other people. I am not certain as to where
we were going. The next thing I remember, we were in seats taking off, but this
wasn't an ordinary plane. It looked like a fancy building on the inside and our group
were the only passengers. There was a fountain in the center and all the seats were
along the side on a balcony. I knew we were still on the plane because each side was
lined with windows and I could clearly see clouds. The people on the plane consisted
of my family, my best friend, my crush, and a friend from college who has never met
either of them. She seemed to be best friends with my crush. I did absolutely nothing
for a while, just joining in the conversation and such, then finally, it was time to land.
we all got in our seats and fastened the belts. Then there was a countdown of some
sort and we were almost landed when I woke up.

I am at my house, in my front yard, and it is mid-day. I am, in some way,
disfigured ( like a zombie or something ), and the only one who sees me
for the normal person that I am is my best friend. We are down on my
driveway talking when a police car goes by. We know that for some reason
the police are looking for me, and I'm like America's most wanted. So I run
as fast as I can into the woods but it's too late. The cop already saw me and
called in for backup. Seconds later, a cop comes with a backhoe and starts
trying to kill me with the arm. I manage to grab on to it hang on. I forget what
happened next but somehow the cop realized that I never actually did
anything and decides to help me. It gets a little fuzzy after that.

My dad and I go into an old looking cinder-block building where French
Creek Elementary school should be. It is a rather small building and there
is a chain-link fence along the side of the road. We go down the steps into
a sort of basement-like area. I somehow know this place was, in some way,
damaged and it belongs to a friend of my Dad's. I feel like we're looting
the place but my Dad says its okay. My Dad's friend comes down. He looks like
a classic contractor. Slightly heavyset but not really overweight, dirty white
shirt and blue jeans, and a beige tool belt around his waist. The man somewhat
resembled Al Borland from "tool time"?. He said hi to my dad and started helping
him go through the stuff that was salvageable. We only found one thing. It was
some sort of rectangular clear plastic piece with a bunch of clear plastic
components inside and an orange piece in the center. My Dad thanked his friend
and left with the piece. Suddenly, I got a sense of paranoia. I felt as if there
was some sort of impending danger, so I looked out the window at the top of the
room and I could just see several "gangsters" with guns climbing over the fence.
I decided to run for the fence. I got out and the gang was shooting at some other
innocent bystanders. I ran for the fence and one of them noticed me. Every time
he would shoot at me, I would run faster or skid to a halt and the bullet would
miss me. I finally reached the fence and tried to vault it. In real life, I would
have no problem doing this, but I got to the apex of the vault and sort of hung
there facing the ground. I managed to get down but by that time one of the gang
members had his gun trained on me. I don't remember what happened next but I
somehow had saved the life of the one who had had the gun on me and the two
remaining gang members offered to escort me up the hill to my house since they
had bicycles and I did not. ( The logic made sense in the dream ). So I started
walking up the hill with one in front and the other not to far behind. After
getting up around the bend, a car was coming from behind. I looked over and
my crush and her brother were in the car. I said that I knew them. The gangster
in front decided to ride in front of the car backwards and the car slowly pushed
him along, he did not fall over or anything. Then I woke up.

My best friend has a ticket for a $200 flight simulation ride. At first
I am not going to go with him because it is too expensive, but I later
change my mind. I am on my driveway and my Dad is standing there and my
Mom is as well. I am leaving to go hang out with my friend and it is late
afternoon. My Dad is angry that I am leaving at this time and says "You
better be back in four hours". I replied "I'll be back in five" in a smart-ass,
spiteful sort of way. I go to hang out with my friend and the dream snaps to
the simulator. I am in some sort of biosphere flying in some sort of plane
but I cannot see a plane, it is like I am free-floating. My friend and I fly
around for a while then I wake up.

I am in my high school's band room. It is a night-time practice during marching
season but we are inside working on music. For some reason I do not have my
saxophone. Instead of just sitting there doing nothing, I am helping the pit. Jill
is having trouble so I go over to help her and I look at the keys on the marimba.
From a distance, it looks completely joined and glassy. At a closer view, however,
the keys are obviously separated, as they should be, but there is no progression
in size. The size of the keys are all random and non-sequential. They should
gradually become smaller, the closer to the right side of the instrument they
come. This is not the case. The marimba should not even play correctly. Somehow,
it does. I go and check the other marimbas across the room and notice that the
letter names for the notes are etched into the keys. I find octave C's, play them,
and show Jill. She gets the orientation and begins working on the music. All the
while, the rest of the band is playing the show. Then my crush comes over to help
Jill with the music. I hug her and the dream ends.

I was in a town with a bunch of ghosts. I was fighting them with a sword or something
and a couple hits would kill them. But if they hit me once, they go this red word over
their head, I forget what the term was, but basically it meant if I killed them they would
just come back and keep attacking me until I died. There was a sort of revolutionary war
general who was explaining everything to me. So I was walking through the town
and fighting a ghost. After the first couple, I did die and re-spawned. This went on for
a while then snapped to my house and then back to the town again. I think there was
a time it had come to my old house in New Jersey briefly. So I was in the town again and
for no reason, the ghosts stopped. The general told me to follow him so we went down
into a stony kind of short tunnel, and up the stairs was a massive courtyard.The general
pulled me back and said wait, we can't go up there. I had seen why. There were these
18th century police men patrolling the area. The general told me we need to get to the
fortress and through that courtyard is the only way. For some reason I had the 13 brush
powers from Okami, so I told the general, "I can use the veil of mist". He seemed to just
light up. he said "That's brilliant!". So I went up to the courtyard and drew two horizontal
lines in the air. Everything slowed down and there was a purple mist everywhere with the
little timer thing that shows up in Okami to count down how long the mist will last. Every
time it got down to 1, I drew the lines again. All the while running across the courtyard.
I noticed there was a woman running as fast as me when I was almost there and I was
confused. Maybe I was doing it wrong, but she didn't notice me so I continued on. I came
to a stone reservoir and turned down the steps into a small entryway. I met some of the
other resistance leaders who welcomed me and I went in. It was a small room with a
little wooden desk by a barred window on the right. Then the dream ended.

I was playing BZFlag and I was on a server where hacking is not only permitted but
encouraged. So it was like bzflag hack wars. I remembered I'd done that before. I
had hacked an admin password once and locked out every admin from the server
and set once of the graphics settings ridiculously high so that whenever someone
entered the server it would freeze their computer. So I did so. This one kid thought
he was the shit and was being quite obnoxious about it. He tried to ban me from the
server but he was I had anti-ban, something he would have known if he knew anything
about this. So, I deleveled him down to nothing and put a perminant ban on his id.
Thats about where the dream ended and I woke up.

I then went back to sleep - 2011-01-18.2 | NONLUCID

I was visiting my high school, but the setting was not at my high school. In the
dream however, it was. It was night-time and I only recognize the campus from
a similar dream I had in the past. It would be quite difficult to describe. I met up
with a couple friends and we exchanged greetings and I walked down onto this
dock and the dream ended. The dream I had had previously was much more
in-depth.

I am getting home from hanging out with my best friend. I am not sure what we were doing
but he is still with me. I go to open the back door but it's locked, we rarely ever use the front
door. I don't remember pulling out my key or anything but I somehow managed to get it open.
I was slightly angry because it was not nighttime so my parents were awake and the door should
have been unlocked. I open the door but there is resistance. I push against it and overpower
it, prying it open to find my mom trying to push it closed. I manage to get inside and she is
laughing as if it is a joke. I become very angry and start spewing obscenities and storm up
to my room. I close the door and go over to my clock which is in the correct corner of my room
but the dresser it is sitting on is on the wrong wall. Also, the clock light is yellow as opposed to red
and it is huge, like an old piece of technology that requires a lot of mechanics. The housing is
about the dimension of a large book and the top is open so you can see a bunch of electronics.
I pull the clock closer so I can see the time better and it shuts off. I look at the connections inside
and push on a couple of the connectors until I find one that was slightly out. I push it back in and
the clock turns on again. I look. 8:58. It is in the morning. This was actually roughly close to the time
it was in real life, probably around 7:30. I remember doing something else then lying down in my bed.
I sort of went to sleep. Didn't have a "dream within a dream" or anything, but when I woke up, the layout
was normal. Everything reflected how it really is in my room. Then a thought popped into my mind. A
thought that crosses my mind in waking life quite frequently by my own intent. "Am I dreaming?". I
looked at the red digits on my alarm clock and it was a little fuzzy but I could make out 9:04. As soon
as I read and understood what time it was however. The clock sort of glitched. At first the digits just
flickered a little. Then they changed to Japanese characters. I became quite excited. "I am dreaming"
but I did not feel lucid. I thought to myself how I knew I was dreaming but it did not feel vivid at all. I
tried to make it that way but it did not work. I became disappointed and woke up.

I feel like I was so close to becoming lucid Damnit!

I went back to sleep and had a fragment of a dream I have had before:
2011-01-15.3F | NONLUCID