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Non-Dream Non-Lucid Lucid

Sorry I haven't been posting often. Our internet got messed up and it only works for a single computer now, and my dad uses it for work.


10-1-10: Party Hard
I was at a friends house, possibly R's, and she invited nearly everyone we know to her home and the surrounding block. There was tons of food from different places, burritos, lumpia, pizza, kabobs, etc. and everyone was having a good time. Once, the dream camera panned out and saw a huge amount of people just surrounding her block. I woke up because of the cat crawling out from under my bed (her fave spot to sleep).

Notes:
Vividness: 7/10

10-2-10: Assassin
[Dream Fragment]
All I remember is having a fight with some Templars to rescue an injured woman. Possibly a courtesan.

Notes:
Vividness: 4/10

10-3-10: OH HELL NAW!
I remember walking down the school with my one of my usual groups of friends. Me, M, N, and R went down to the PE area and talked. It was some sort of special day as the school was decorated and stands were set up. I asked R, "Why are you so dressed up?" She was in a Hawaiian-style costume, with the leaf skirt , coconut bra, and flower hat. She spun around and replied, "It's Spirit day! Derr!" What shocked me was when she spun around, her skirt slipped off a little... and she wasn't wearing underwear. It gets worse. In this dream... she was a shemale. I thought 'OH HELL NAW!' (hence the title) and woke up.

Notes:
Vividness: 5/10 (THANK GOD!)
One of my weirdest nastiest dreams to date.

10-4-10: Anger becomes Awareness
I was in my 7th grade science class, with my 8th grade science teacher. I was sitting between a whole bunch of assholes that I absolutely hate. One of them starting picking on me, so I ignored him. Finally, someone picked up a bag(?) of gelatinous blue goo and dumped it on my head. I wiped it off, then yelled out,"I can't see!" obviously because I couldn't see. I started to cry a bit and the assholes started teasing me. I punched one in the gut and the teasing stopped, and I could soon see again. I went back to work, and someone thought it was funny to continue teasing me. I got sick of it. I got up and yelled "YOU THINK THAT'S FUCKING FUNNY!" and slammed his face into a keyboard. Another kid laughed and I yelled once more, "YOU TOO DUMBA... wait...." I thought to myself, 'I never cry or freak out like that. I must be dreaming.' I tried to summon a portal or something, yet I couldn't. I tried to change the type on the screen, but no. I could somehow radiate some sort of EMP and cause all the machines a few inches from my hands bug out and fail, but nothing more. I walked out through an open wall, kinda pissed, and picked up my flying machine. I wanted to take a swim. I flew up and tried to get to a lake or something, but I must have thought of CODMW2 for a split second because I landed in Favela. My flying machine was a hand-glider type thing, so when I got off, it flew away. I picked up an umbrella and floated over a building and found myself staring at a crystal clear lake. I tried to land, but no avail. My hand seemed glued to the handle. I finally landed on the ground, and found a scaled version of a resort area on the sidewalk. I tried to either enlarge the resort area or decrease my size. No dice. I walked through a valley, really mad because I couldn't control my dream well. I woke up to my dad telling me to get up for school.

Notes:
Vividness: 9/10
Kinda weird. I hope this doesn't happen again.

Hello :/ Yesterday, I had such an unrealistic dream, that I ask myself why I didn't see that it was an dream

Well the dream starts very logical: I'm walking through a forest. Everything is so peaceful and quite. A few birds are twittering and all this stuff.
But suddenly, out of nowhere, I have a bag with a football (soccer) a towel and stuff to take a sunbath on the beach. In one hand I have an parasol, in the other hand a surfboard. Apparently I'm going to sunbath on a beach... My parents and my brother show up, we all are going together on the beach. I'm wondering why we go through a forest, when we go to the sea? I try to remember how I got there. I'm wondering why I'm not so exhausted, when we just arrived on the beach? (for information, we go to France in our holidays and we have to drive 10 hours or so in the car). I want to develop my thoughts but something unexpected happens.
Suddenly a bird sh*ts on me! It's disgusting! But it just wasn't one bird, but ten birds were making it! I have the feeling that I'm sort of target. I try to avoid the sh*t but I fail every time! Finally I'm out of this f***ing forest. (I don't want to describe the feeling of having bird-poop running down my shoulders an my neck) In front of us is the sea, but it's so different from reality: it reminds me of the lac I used to go swimming this summer). In Addition, there were everywhere seaweed. A woman was swimming in it and it looked really disgusting. I just couldn't stop thinking of all these disgusting things and didn't realize that it's a dream.
The scenario changes. I'm wearing the same clothes as previously, the poop hasn't gone. But now I'm in a sort of garage. An old man is working on a car. It turns out that's my grand-uncle from Illinois, although he doesn't look like him. He speaks but I don't understand what he's saying. I have the feeling that I have to help to repair his car. He wants to know, what happened to me, that my t-shirt is so smelly and disgusting. I explain to him the episode with the birds. He believes me and he want to take a close look on my T-shirt. I take it off an suddenly I'm standing in a white room. It's a consultation room and a doctor is there. He says: Yes, there's no doubt it's bird-shit!
He gives me a ticket and I open the door to leave. I'm suddenly at a train station. My brother is there and he he's smoking a cigarette (by the way, he's 11). My parents show up and shout at him, because he's smoking. "It's unacceptable!" says my dad. He puts it out and they leave.
I'm alone now, I'm really nervous, look if my parents aren't there and I take a cigarette-box out of my pocket and take a cigarette. (as non-smoker) I think: " Yeah he's to little to smoke, but I'm the master of my own decision" (very ironic). I put it in my mouth but I have no lighter. I want to ask someone for a light, but there's no smoker. I suddenly realize that I've got some matches in my pocket. I take them out and it turns out that they are matches to put the BBQ on. I wonder how I have to use it. I find in my pockets some kind of chewing-gum, that burns by friction I manage to light the match, without burning my-self. But I don't manage to light it. So I put the match out and throw it on the rails and put the cigarette out of my mouth. It has transformed into a cokkie (aha sure) and I eat it.
I walk down the station and meet a friend. He takes my ticket and we arrive in a room, where a lot of seats are. It's some kind of plane, the people who are there are excited to take off. I sit down next to another friend, who gives me popcorn.

I awake HOLY CRAP! WHY didn't I realize that this was a dream? ARRRRRRRRRR

I had a DILD Last night!! Yay! I had a weird night. I woke up randomly at 7, didn't do anything because I was too sleepy, woke at 8:30 with alarm clock but don't remember it, and woke at 9:30 ffeling gooood about my dreams!

I have a big segment and three little ones but I cannot remember when they all happened or how they connect because I remember only that I remembered it all after waking up the last time...I will write the 3 short ones first and then the last one.


I was locked in a house during a nuclear war. This is teh kind of house you see in a scary video game and that was also the general feel of the dream. It was a clinic. There was an obese man wearing glasses laying in a bed surrounded by nurses. One of the nurses told me he was a heroin addict and was dying. They gave him liposuction and it looked disgusting. He looked disgusting after it. Before euthanasia, they gave him a lot of heroin to make him happy and stop suffering and then killed him. Suddenly, a bomb alert alarm sounded and the nurses and I shuffled down the stairs. We went tot he basement, latched the flimsy wooden door shut and waited. Segment end.

The taste in your mouth is so disgusting that you have dreams about it.

I am seventeen. I can’t see anything except blackness, but when I look down I can see my own body, and a ring of light around my feet. Suddenly, I can feel something growing inside my mouth. It has the squishy feeling of cheek cells, but it has the consistency of mushy gravel. I spit it out, but it keep growing. I keep spitting and spitting, but with every spit it grows faster. I start to puke violently in a futile attempt to get the gravel out. It has filled up my mouth, and now it starts to grow down my throat. I gag on the gravel-mush and keep puking it out, but it’s useless. The gravel starts to grow in my stomach. I can feel my stomach bloat up like a giant balloon full of the mysterious growth. I look down, and my stomach is the size of a watermelon, and it keeps growing. I keep trying to barf the gravel out, when my stomach bursts open. The pink cheek-cell gravel stuff pours out of my stomach like sewage waste. Then everything goes black.