False awakening I woke up on a shelf in my kitchen, covered with bed sheets. The shelf wasn't hard for some reason, it was really dark, I could only see a clock lighted up on an oven panel. I wondered why I was lying there and then I woke up. Dream I was in school, it was a cloudy afternoon. The building was a mix up of my previous and current school (as in my most school dreams). I wandered corridoors, going up and downstairs. Finally I sat down on a bench with another dude. We took towels out of a shelf and started hitting each other with them. Teacher - a blonde woman in late thirties came to stop us. She was wearing a black jacket and black skirt. I decided to go to another room - it was a huge storage, there were enormous shelves with towels lying on them.
First dream I was in school, it was a cloudy afternoon. I was at a highest floor, close to additionally built cloakroom and some classrooms. I only saw clouds through the window. There was a wraith flying around the building, a vengeful spirit of some kind, which is an effect of a crime commited here. I wondered what kind of joke I can make to one of the classmates, and I decided to take his jacket and make up that he commited the crime. Then head teacher called everyone into a cloakroom. In the end I decided to leave the jacket be, not making that stupid joke. Second dream Cold, cloudy evening. I entered father's carpentry workshop and thought about playing a game I just got. It only took me a while to almost completely finish it. I saw only last scenes of that game - main heroes made an orgy on a beach with random women they met. One of them - a dark haired dude, took a date with a blonde woman next day. He was wearing a black suit and headed towards my father's carpentry workshop, where he met her. She was wearing a red dress. But it wasn't a date that he expected, she was an assasin that tried to kill him. She attacked, he got hit a few times and dodged rest of striked. Suddenly she just disappeared. He took a phone out of his pocket and called someone. To end the game, I had to run around my backyard, touching points in random places that were glowing blue. Third dream With other firefighters we drove out of our base, as emergency bell rand. I was standing on the ladder while we were driving. A woman that was in a team shouted to me "Don't fall of honey!", I thought that she felt something to me. I was watching the city while others were talking and joking. I told to one of firefighters "Looks like you weren't in Vegas yesterday!" and ponted at an easily seen border between cities. We stopped in an alley and took off our fire proof suits - we were all wearing black suits under them, as we were special agents. Then we entered a mansion of an IT specialist that helped us before. He was living there with his mother, she was upstairs and we couldn't see her. We went to a living room and I took a disk out of my pocket and said "We were unable to hack the securities placed upon it. Can you help us?" He was hesitating. Fourth dream I was in my house, sitting in a kitchen. It was before we painted it. We were sitting there with all my siblings, talking and playing cards. We talked about free time we had left, and we counted that we have ten days until we go back to school from holidays.
Dream 1 - Ankh-morpork I was in Ankh-Morpork (from Terry Pratchetts Discworld novels) and I was joining the Thieves Guild. I remember wandering the streets not far from the Mended Drum. Dream 2- Kitchen Anger I'm my parents house, in the kitchen. I'm really annoyed at my dad, he did something or said something frustrating as hell. Me and my mum are making breakfast as we talk and she's talking to me about not getting worked up over it, I go to the fridge and, with a spoon, get a gob-full of cream and eat it. It's the same kind of cream they have at the top of non-homogenized milk, but it's just sitting on the fridge shelf without even being on a plate.. And there's a lot of it, like tower of cream. My dad comes into the kitchen to make his breakfast, me and my mum finished whatever it was he was going to eat. He starts making bacon and eggs, geeze.. for breakfast, really? I think at some point he was done and I turned on the stove and he puts his hand down without looking and burns himself. FUUU damn it dad! I try turn the stove off quickly, what an idiot. At this point the flattee from downstairs is in the kitchen for some reason, and he has two friends with him. My mum is insinuating to me not to get annoyed at my dad in front of them because it would be embarrassing or something, though I feel the same way. Dream 3 - Lucid in the village I'm in the town area of where I live (it's part of the city, but there's so many trees out here that you wouldn't know it) and I'm walking by the bird cafe. There's people milling about and I start to tune into the fact that I'm dreaming... It comes slowly, the awareness building in me until I attain lucidity. Everything around me is crisp and detailed, really vivid. I can feel my arms clearly, I decide to walk forward and as I do so I notice a decreases in stability. Hm, I focus on the sensations in my arms which are intense.. Like all tingly and fuzzy. I start trying to think of what the TotM is but just can't seem to get access to my memories. I think I've stabilized enough now, I continue onwards and think about the TotM more. Eventually the feeling in my arms fades and I lose stability again, I then wake up. So close Emnition! Was a pain to be lucid and not be able to remember anything. It was really good for a lucid though, lots of detail like there was an old granny sitting on a chair by a table outside the cafe. Also there were people passing by in front of me to cross the road. Anyways, next tim
dreamt I was in some kind of labyrinth (with out bowie bless im) which was a baren landscape of white hills. There were lions wandering around. We escaped into a hallway of house sunken into one of the hills. The lion followed, mydaughter going into the kitchen and me onto the stairs. In the kitchen there were cricket bats we grabbed to use to defend ourselves The lion was at the door between me and my daughter. So I tried to scream to warn her. But all that came was a high pitched whisper. I felt my head would explode from exertion of trying to scream. Funny I had been thinking I never get nightmares, so I implanted the intention to have one ^^
D1 - I am somewhere nice and sunny, its seems like it maybe morroco, the buildings are gray and there are lots of criss crossing tiny alley ways. A customer comes into my shop and I offer to give them some free stuff. I am trying to promote some cards i have made for children to collect. they look kind of strange but I have got into the idea and am quite hyped about it. He seems very happy. I go outside with my son (?) and try to find S I spy her around the corner through an archway, unfortunately my son has headed back the other way looking for her. I have a dilema whether to tell her quickly where we are or to rush back and find him before he gets lost :/ D2 - I am making something in my parents kitchen, a weird concoction indeed. Seems like I have got pesto in there somewhere and what looks like some kind of thick pancakey thing, and other stuff Oo. My parents come into to the now darkened kitchen, I quickly hide the evidence as they serve up masses of food. As a child my parents were often quite frugal with food, waste not want not. So I feel guilty. D3 - Stuck in some other world, I try to escape but to no avail. I feel wrapped in a blanket of fog. I have to kowtow to the empress of the vampires. Oh well, my powers are no good here. I leave but am followed by her minions. I sit in my house but there are invisible vampires on the stairs, watching my every move.
I'm in the kitchen with my husband and one of the cats. A TV or monitor (neither of which is in the kitchen in WL) is advertising a website called "soundandspeed.com." I make a note of it, because it looks like it will be a useful place to pick up Christmas gifts. The cat is dashing around like a maniac: she runs up to me as if she wants to be cuddled, then runs away again as if afraid. I'm lying on the floor at this point so grab her and put her under my head, like a fluffy pillow, which calms her a bit. The kitchen is full of spiders of all sizes. At one point I step in something that crackles like dry leaves, but I feel something wet on my foot (I'm just wearing socks) and notice that what I stepped in was the carcass of an enormous spider, at least two feet across. The legs have dried out into husks, the source of the crackling sound, but there is apparently some residual moisture in the body cavity, which is what got on my foot. I feel a surge of disgust. There is another large dead spider by the door leading outside, this one about eight inches across. It is flattened, which makes me think I must have accidentally stepped on that one earlier. The spiders seem to have come along with stuff that we brought in from the garage. There are also cobwebs and dead leaves clinging to the boxes. I'm not happy about this. I see a spider that I suspect to be a black widow, and as I go toward the sink to grab rubber gloves so that I can crush it, I see another spider on the edge of a crate that is clearly a brown widow. (Both black and brown widows are actually quite commonplace outdoors where I live in WL, so this is not an unusual experience.) Should I kill it? I remind myself that I've decide not to kill the brown ones since they are less dangerous than the black, but I can't have it living in the house, so I decide to trap it and put it outside. "This is an infestation of spiders," I think, as I go to the cupboard to get a glass. I ponder the word "infest" as I choose a glass of a suitable size and shape for trapping the spider. Next I need a stiff but thin piece of paper to cover the opening once the spider is inside, and I notice a piece of mail on the counter that will do the trick. As I reach for it, I notice a dead branch propped up on the counter, occupied by another strange-looking spider. It is glossy black with the red markings of a black widow, but the red forms a splotch rather than an hourglass shape. The spider itself looks oddly inflated, almost perfectly round as though it might burst. I look more closely and see a ring of tiny spiders, its young, circling around it. I decide I had better get rid of this one before worrying about the brown widow, so I grab the branch and take it outside. I throw the branch over the wall of my patio into the bushes, silently wishing that the spiders will have a good life—so long as they stay out of my house. Meanwhile, I notice that the surroundings look a bit different than usual; the neighbors appear to be living in an RV rather than their house, and the bushes are more sparse than they should be. As I start walking back to my house, the realization comes very naturally: I'm dreaming. I remind myself that I should begin a task in order to help maintain dream awareness, so try to think of what to do. No personal goals come to mind, so I think about the TOTMs and remember the one with the phone. That seems a good one to pursue, under the circumstances. I begin by imagining that my phone is right in front of me on top of the wall and ringing. It doesn't immediately manifest, so I decide I need to build expectation: the phone must be ringing in the house. I dash back as though I already hear it and don't want to miss the call. Bursting through the kitchen door, sure enough, I see my phone on the counter. Although it is not making an audible sound, the screen is lit up with an incoming call, so I quickly grab it and push the button. I hear the voice of a polite-sounding young man with a Middle Eastern accent. He is already talking, and sounds like he was in the middle of leaving a message when I took the call. "Hello?" I interrupt. The man doesn't seem to hear me at first, and continues with his message. There was more to it, but this is the part I can remember: "—honey and sweetness. Despite Middle Eastern rituals and invocation of Far Eastern gods, we regret to inform you that—" "I'm here! I'm here!" I insist. Finally I get his attention. He states my name. "Yes?" I ask. "What is your opinion of our company's business practices?" The question mystifies me, because I still have no idea who he is or what company he represents, so I inquire, "What is it that you do?" Instead of answering directly, he asks, "What do you think about your reduced number of intimid—?" He was interrupted by the sudden dispersal of the dream. My impression was that the last word was going to be "intimidating," but "intimate" is another possibility. Unfortunately, neither one adds much clarity to whatever it was he was about to say!
Updated 12-16-2015 at 08:31 PM by 34973
Non-dream Non-lucid Lucid False awakening? Last night I slept next to my girlfriend at her sister's house. In the middle of the night I woke up... or had an FA, I'm not sure. I was in the right location with the right person. It felt as if time was passing faster than it should. To be specific, x1.4. I think this is odd and try to push my finger through my palm a couple of times, without success. I feel like I didn't take out enough time to really attempt it. I also didn't try any other RC. It was an interesting/weird experience. Since I didn't seem to be dreaming I went back to bed. This dream must have something to do with my exam. As a preparation I'm going through all the lectures (they're recorded and uploaded) and often I set the playback speed to x1.4 Moving out I'm standing in the kitchen with 2 housemates. One to my left, one to my right. We're standing lined up, very close to each other in front of the stove. I guess cause we all wanted to use it. I mention to them that I'm considering moving out. Not too sure what happened after that.
Updated 10-26-2015 at 10:03 AM by 71740
Non-dream Non-lucid Lucid Dream 1 It feels like we're playing a game. Something not entirely real. There is a guy standing in my mom's room. The bed is gone, but there are some plastic explosives (like C4) placed on the ground. I'm standing just outside of the room. I wanted to make a bomb out of it, but I'm not sure how to do it. The guy does it for me and explains that you gotta be careful, cause it's unstable and might explode prematurely. I move a bit to the left to take cover behind the wall if needed. He sets a timer for about 30 seconds and then tries to walk out of the room. I push him back in. This happens several times, until there are just a few seconds left. I run and the bomb goes off with the guy still inside my mom's room. The fire/smoke comes out of the room a little bit. I'm not sure if that was the correct amount of explosives to use. The setting has flawlessly turned into my student home. I'm standing in a room that in reality is occupied by a blond girl, but in this dream by the guy I just murdered. The room has a brown laminate floor and there's a mini fridge. Just like reality, but with furniture missing. At first it was fun when it was a game, but now I have a guilty conscience. I can understand why some people think murdering is fun, but to live with knowing you murdered someone... The guy who in reality moved out earlier this week has laid dibs on the room. Whatever man. If he's not gonna pay the rent he's gonna be kicked out within a month anyway. I walk out of the room. Dream 2 I'm in my student house. Despite the fact that this moment takes place entirely inside a room with a closed door, it feels like the orientation of the room is off with reality. As if the room has turned 90° and is also located elsewhere. I'm standing in front of the toilet, peeing. I recall my footing being weird, but not exactly how. It's the type of toilet that I like to refer to as a splashing toilet (drop a #2 and your butt might get wet). Suddenly a goldfish appears in the water. What the hell? Did he just swim here from the other side of the pipes? Dream 3 I'm still in my student house. Everything is totally off from reality. I just found out there's a second kitchen on the ground floor, right next to the kitchen I've always been using. Sweet man! I think back about 2 days ago when I told my housemate's girlfriend that there's only 1 kitchen on the ground level. I look around. I like this kitchen more than the other one. From now on I'm definitely gonna use this one, much cleaner. I walk from this one, through another common area, to the other kitchen. In the common area there's a long black table which is quite high. Like a bar. There's a guy my age sitting there with his laptop and 1 or 2 people. He's trying to sell them a phone subscription from a company called Euphony. Huh.. that went bankrupt, didn't it? Does he even know that? I walk into the other kitchen. My laptop is standing there and I look up the info on Euphony. Dream 4 I'm sitting in a big living room with my housemate. We're about to go stream on Twitch, but instead of playing a videogame it seems we're gonna be playing beerpong. My best friend's little brother is there to.. not sure if my best friend is there as well. Someone from the team on the other side throws the ball. I'm about to throw, but notice that the setup isn't like what I'm used to. There's a stack of cups in the middle and they are obstructing the view on the cups on the other side. There are only 6 cups on the other side and none on my side. Ehhh. I sit in front of the computer, waiting for us to be able to play the game. In the mean time we're still streaming and people are responding. I feel like I need to interact with these people to prevent them from leaving. Some do leave the stream and that message is shown about 8 times in a row, instead of just one time. I'm totally new to Twitch, so I have no clue about what to do. Also, this keyboard really sucks. Eventually I walk away. My housemate is sitting somewhere else in the living room, sitting less than a metre away from a big screen and playing a game. I move on to the bathroom, and on a white plastic little shelf above the sink I see a can of Amstel. Ah so that's where my beer went! The can has a different lighting than the rest of the dream, making it stand out in a kind of unique way. Beautiful. Fragment I recall walking outside of a library and eventually going in. Not alone.
FA - Night of the rats Midnight. I went out of my bed and took some clothes from wardrobe. Next, I went to the kitchen and looked at shelves. They were occupied by hordes of rats. When I came closer, thay started to make squeaky noises and chased me. I ran outside through the door. It was dark and cold. The weather was rainy. I decided to go for a walk onto a hill that's just behind my house. I got to my destination in a few seconds. When I turned around to look at my house and it's neighborhood, I saw sun going up. I told to myself "It took me much longer to get here before." And ran towards the house. When I walked through the door, everything looked like a 3D animation. I entered the kitchen and saw my siblings sitting on chairs, and a weird man. He had burned face, and was wearing black leather cape. He looked like Freddy Krueger. He moved to the shelves, opened them and got attacked by rats. I asked siblings "What's going on?" And my sister said "It's the night of the rats... now animated in 3D!" Then the doors opened and a girl from my class appeared. She asked me if I can go with her to her birthday party at my neighbor's house. I told her "But I've got no shoes!" She said "Don't worry, I'll give you mine!". She gave me shoes with spike heels and we went to the neighbor's house. At the entrance I met with her boyfriend, gave her shoes back and stayed outside with him. We talked about nothing in particular. After a while she came back with other girls from my class. I told "Oh, I've got to go now. Bye!" and went away. When going straight the wet, cold road I heard them saying "Is he drunk?" "No. He just appeared... and went away.". I entered the kitchen and looked at the shelves, witing for rats to come.
Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #266: Whoopy Cough I’m gazing out the window of my kitchen at my back yard. The fence is oddly low, and I see a young girl walking by with her dog. I’m astonished to see that the girl has the head of a blue hippo stuffed animal. When I mentally reality check in response to this, I realize that I must be dreaming. I turn away from the window and the scene gets a little unstable, breaking into three rectangular pieces that seem to move independently and slide past one another. I relax and take it slow, rubbing my hands together, walking calmly around, talking out loud, and finally licking each hand. The scene feels reasonably stable, but my vision is almost entirely faded out now. I imagine that I have a big pair of glasses covering my vision and take them off. (The glasses look just like a set of Oculus Rift virtual reality goggles.) Immediately, my vision is crystal clear and I have a completely realistic view of my kitchen! Wife is standing in the den near my desk. “Hey!” I say to her. “I was having trouble for a second, but we’re in my lucid dream right now!” She looks around a bit, saying something like, “Is that what this is?” “I was thinking I’d either take you for a fly or…” I say. “Yoooouuuuuuuuu…” Wife interrupts, pointing her finger at me dramatically, “want sex!” “Or, right, that was my other idea.” Spoiler for Somewhat strange, rather racy part: We walk over to the couch, and now she’s wearing a negligee, which she quickly shrugs off as she lays down on the couch. She looks amazing! I'm incredibly excited but as I approach, her lady parts produce a loud, unmistakable coughing sound. “Did you... just cough from there?” I ask, shocked but still no less interested than before. Wife looks behind her and to the right, as if she heard someone or something approaching. “Hurry, we haven’t got much time!” she says. Just before we get started, though... ...the dream ends.
Updated 03-29-2015 at 03:24 AM by 57387
#78 4 dreams on the first night - sex scene - running from armed men - zombie chases me -ex gf got assaulted by a stranger, I look after her, then me and my other friends go running through a mall #79 2 dreams second night - in the 'Wild', crazy cool. lots of interesting alien species - go to a chefs kitchen, i get in the way, then i go to a beach, shit gets messy (literally) Note: I typed up all these dreams then accidentally deleted them all, so screw writing them up again >_< 'The Wild' dream - tagged as memorable.
Black: Non-dream Blue: Non-lucid Red: Lucid Dream 1 - Eavesdropping I'm sitting in a bus with a guy called Jamie in the seat in front of me. He's talking to someone sitting next to him about how his girlfriend is having these mood swings, he wants to break up with her because she's getting to be a handful or something. I chip into the conversation and say that if she's suddenly started having mood swings for no apparent reason then she should go to the doctor, it's likely to be chemical or psychological or something that can be assessed. Kind of a random dream, it comes from yesterday when we were on the bus ride back, Jamie is the person that just doesn't stop talking Dream 2 - Sexy time Me and my girlfriend are in the kitchen, I'm just in the corner of the room and she walks up to me and kisses me, we start fooling around and getting hot and heavy. Woot I ignored a lot of the longer dreams I had last night because I felt they were incredibly mundane and boring... to the point where I just couldn't be bothered even trying to think about them. *Sigh* Was a bit too tired for lucid dreams last night I think.
In the dream, I was experimenting with visions I was in a dark room. There was a "crew" of people helping out in the experiment. I supposedly saw a vision of me being raped on a sofa in a room. It was near the window. There was a curtain, but the sunlight comes in. I was in a room. The kitchen. I was eating some food. We'll have an online meeting at work. Mom is nearby. She'll also have a meeting. I saw a few more Animorph books. It was about Rachel. It was the story right after they fought David, I think, which was from her perspective. This one is still her perspective. I was in a parkour gathering. There were Q&A's but I didn't ask anything. It was in a forest. Some were planning to go to the mountain or sea. I was in Sulu with other people, avoiding shots from guns in order to visit a beautiful place near the sea.
Slept from around midnight to 2:45am then got up for several hours. Returned to bed at 6:15am, after meditating a few minutes and taking some supplements (choline, Alpha-GPC, L-theanine, vitamin B complex, piracetam). Did some casual SSILD while falling asleep. Woke at 6:45am with dream. I was in a room with dark walls, a sort of "black box" theatre, and about two-thirds of the room was full of tangled billows of blue cloth up to knee-level. Around eight people were positioned at various points in the cloth, flailing against it as though they were swimming (or drowning) in water. I knew it was a rehearsal for a play, and I felt a strong desire to join them but was restrained by a sense of propriety since I was not related to the production. I sat in a chair and reflected on how much I've always been attracted to the idea of acting even though I apparently have no talent for it. Slowly and naturally it dawned on me that I was dreaming. The awareness brought with it a change of scene, perhaps a half-waking: I was back in my bed, but still in dream. I began to focus on animating my dream body as though it were a WILD, thrashing around in the tangled covers (not unlike how the actors had been flailing in the water-like whorls of cloth). I noted how my visual field was very chaotic, almost back to the fluctuating hypnagogic state, but the tactile field felt more stable, so I ignored the visual clutter and got out of bed. I don't need to see well to navigate my own house, whether in WL or a dream. I wondered what to do and quickly decided to try to knock off the wine TOTM, which seemed like an easy one. So I walked swiftly to the kitchen pantry where I keep a lot of wine and reached for one at random. It was a rosé in a clear glass bottle. The level was very low, well down the shoulder, but since the cork was intact I figured it should count as a "full bottle" as specified in the TOTM. At first the bottle was the shape and size of a typical wine bottle, the more streamlined profile you usually see with burgundies, but as I set it down on the kitchen counter to get a better look, it transformed in front of my eyes to the larger, plumper form of a two-liter plastic soda bottle. I was still determined to open it, so I picked it up and carried it over to where the corkscrew should be. It occurred to me that I should make a more detailed observation of the bottle first, since it was covered in writing printed directly on the glass. The writing was in white script of various fonts and sizes, but the white lettering against the clear glass was hard to read, especially with the level of the wine so low. The fonts were also elaborate and hard to make out. I held it up at an angle to get the best view and looked carefully. I could make out that the biggest word was "Mersault," which would make sense since (as I suspected and google confirms) this is an actual appellation in Burgundy. The next largest set of letters spelled "Farb," which reminded me of the German word for "color." I wondered if this had to do with the color of the wine, and was startled to observe that the wine was now colorless and looked exactly like water. Moreover, the bottle was starting to remind me of a water bottle. Oh dear, had I accidentally turned my wine into water? I'd better grab a different bottle! I was walking back to the pantry when I woke up. There was actually a lot of day residue in this LD. Last night I ate out and had an elaborate meal with wine pairings: they included a rosé and a wine from a bottle that was partly empty but whose cork remained intact because the wine had been extracted with a needle and replaced with argon. Both of these details manifested directly in the dream, although I didn't recognize them as day residue until after I woke up. I just double-checked the menu and there was no Mersault, however, nor can I recall when I last had it, so I'm not sure where that came from.
Updated 01-14-2015 at 08:37 PM by 34973
I hear some noises in the kitchen and walk over there. I see a young lady throwing lettuce everywhere. Fist fulls at a time. Reaching deep into the bags of lettuce and giving it a full strength pitch. Sometimes at a salad bowl, other times, well, I'm not really sure what she is aiming for. Lettuce covers just about everything now, all over the counter top and floor, and even filling the salad bowl amazingly. I think I see some shredded carrots fly through the air at one point. I wake up thinking, "I should eat more salads" And then I did.
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