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    1. In Media Res

      by , 12-03-2018 at 04:58 AM (The Fourth Factor)
      Itís sometimes disappointing to wake up with only fragmented memories of dreamsóbut sometimes, trying to image what the context might have been is almost worth it.

      In the beginning of the dream, Iím walking into a building. Many people are already thereóit seems like some event is taking place, possibly multiple events. A couple men are entering at the same time as I am. One of them seems to be able to see meóalthough he doesnít say anything to meóand the other doesnít. Iím keeping track of the people who are able to see me since Iím really not supposed to be here, and Iím trying to keep a low profile.

      The space Iím entering is basically a circular building with a separate central area, although the specifics kept changing throughout the dream. The first area I walk through, going clockwise, seems to be a restaurant. I pass people sitting at tables, including one thatís occupied by dreadlocked guys dressed in Jamaican colors who seem to be having a lot of fun.

      [Note: today, the day after the dream, I was given a story to work on about reggae becoming a UNESCO intangible cultural heritageóso maybe thatís what they were so happy about.]

      There was a lot that happened after that, most of which I canít remember very clearly. But, towards the end, the space was like an auditorium, with a lecture area in the center and areas for students to sit all around it and higher up. I had put the table I had surreptitiously borrowed from Nancy Pelosi among the tables in the student area while I went and did some other stuff, but in the meantime, students had come in, including my friend Dirk. And somebody, noticing that the table is more wheelchair-friendly than the standard tables there, which have metal bars crisscrossed underneath them, has set him up with it.

      Now, I had totally been intending to give Nancy Pelosi her table back. Itís what I came back here to do. But Dirk is clearly getting some good out of it. Also, Nancy Pelosi was more of a jerk than I had expected. I figure she can just buy a new table or something.

      1.12.18
    2. The Big Picture

      by , 09-01-2018 at 02:35 AM (The Fourth Factor)
      In this dream, I seem to have been selected to contribute to some collaborative project that has to do with ďGame of ThronesĒ and a couple of prominent political figures, including Trump. I think there are 25 of us in all, but I donít actually meet with the othersóI just have an interview with someone, and thatís it. Itís in a large, modern building, and I recall being in an elevator at some point, deciding that Iíll go to join the others and see the complete work. It seems a little strange to me that I should be playing a part in thisóI havenít watched or read ďGame of Thrones,Ē and I donít seem to be personally involved in these matters the way everybody else is. But Iím curious enough to go anyway.

      I join the others in a room with a large screen on one wall. Itís divided up into smaller rectangles of various sizes and proportions on which video loops are being played. I can see my own contribution among them, in the upper central area, showing the collapse of a temple-like building with hundreds of statues in front of it, among other images.

      Then it starts playing, and my part comes first. In the narration, I recognize what I had said in the interview, now in a more polished form. Itís now clear that what I provided was the prologue, tracing out the historical background of the story told in all the subsequent parts, setting the stage for it. That makes a lot of sense, actuallyónow I can see how itís relevant, even though it doesnít directly concern the characters that the story is focused on.

      (30.8.18)
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      non-lucid
    3. Dream Bits: Mammoth-Eisenhower and Lanes, Airplanes fly Thru Buildings, Bonnie and Parachute Jump

      by , 09-16-2017 at 04:51 PM
      08-31-2017 -- Let this sit for too long, and the ones for the last couple days, as well, so they will probably all come out as fragments, rather than detailed enough to get full entries for themselves. For today's dreams, I know there were bits with Cindy L., and something about delivery driving or mystery shopping. I know there was something with Joe L. and cell phones (probably being broken or dropped or something) and Ubering. And then the finishing bit ended up being in an Eisenhower Park-like setting with hints of Mammoth Cave. I was walking near a river above ground, and there were hints of some sort of miracle-like healing tunnel rumored to be in the area. It had been mentioned earlier, during a camp-out (perhaps with Joe as the scout master), and I was wondering where it was, and looking for it.

      The 'cave' areas were looking quite man-made, and there was supposed to be one 'pipe-like' tunnel leading to the special healing area, but instead it looked like some large sort of sewer with dozens of pipes coming in. When I started asking around, some of the regulars made me aware that there were several levels of the cave, and the healing tunnel was on the lowest level. Unfortunately, it has been raining recently, and I can see at least one large stream of water pouring down a ramp to lower levels, and am being warned that there is at least a 50-50 chance that the lowest level is currently completely flooded, and that if it isn't, it soon could be. Interesting dream, that I wish I could remember in more detail.

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      08-30-2017 -- Or perhaps one day earlier. Who can say. Odd dream where I am riding a bus with mom, and talking to the bus driver. For a couple of minutes I take a seat in the row right behind the driver, next to a black woman, just to chat. But when we finish our brief conversation, I excuse myself, apologize to the black woman for encroaching on her space, and move further back in the bus. Soon after that, I find myself standing near a building as a low-flying airplane flies right into it at fairly low speed. The building cuts an airplane-like shape into the wall, much like a cartoon.

      The building turns into the Pentagon, and soon the airplane is backing out of the building again, unharmed. We're discussing these new planes that are still light enough to fly, but strong enough that they can pass through buildings without bringing harm to themselves. Meanwhile, I am right behind the airplane, filming it coming out of the building with my video camera, while having to throw myself to the side to avoid being run over by its tires as it backs out of the building.

      Find myself sitting on what starts as the bus, but soon turns into the airplane, itself. We are in the process of being recruited to work for the US government in various capacities, and I decide I want to fly the big 747s that can fly through buildings. Olga Vukavitch is the one asking us what areas we would like to be working in, and I am trying to bring up the footage I just shot under the airplane to show her what I would like to be doing, but my laptop computer is not cooperating.

      Soon things turn slightly odd, as a bunch of enemy soldiers are storming into the plane, trying to take over and catch prisoners, and their leader seems to be Kim Jung Il. I'm kind of sitting back out of the way with my laptop. I have no weapons, and I don't have any idea of what to do. Somebody else is somewhat insulting of me, for not being more involved to try and stop things, but I excuse myself by saying I haven't been given any orders, yet. Sad.

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      08-29-2017 -- Or around there. I'm somewhere, watching Bonnie going on some sort of slingshot-like ride that has her being hoisted up in chains to the top of a parachute jump-like tower (like at Knott's) where she is hoisted up by her arms, but also kind of runs along the tower like a slightly off version of rappelling. When she gets to the top, she seems to be kind of making some kind of meal (or perhaps potion) with ingredients that just kind of appear in the area, which could be quite valuable. She is assisted in this by a woman who works at the top of the tower, who most reminds me of 'The Architech' from the Player-Owned Ports content of Runescape.

      Meanwhile, I am helping her bundle up her creation in a large storage container, in preparation of getting it back to the ground. Oddly, though I am at first at the top of the tower with her, I soon find myself running around at ground level again. I seem to spend a lot of time trying to use a small elevator which doubles as a waiting room at the odd cross between a doctor's office and Hewitt Associates. It seems that what everybody thinks is an elevator may only be made to look like one. Or not. It is very confusing. At least at one point, I end up a couple of stories further up in the building, where upper management hangs out in rich quarters, with spas, and a large swimming pool, lording it over the peons. There is also at least a little bit involving them trying to get me to come back to another position in the company, but by this time, I have had, and eventually gotten fired from so many positions so many times, that I really have no further interest in working for Hewitt, and I am amazed they keep trying to bring me back. Would have remembered more of this, the first day. Too bad I waited three or four days to write it down.
    4. WA Reunion Ruined by Politics, Shrunk Cars Cause Mass Collapse

      by , 06-13-2017 at 07:44 PM
      05-29-2017 -- The earlier one was also a bit strange. It seemed to be an odd cross between a political convention and a family reunion. We were in Washington, probably in the Snohomish house, except it was two or three stories and fairly large. There was a lot of discussion of old candies and stuff that were no longer available, but that we were trying to figure out how to recreate (including some sort of peanut butter cereal that we were determined to create again) while at the same time talking with the two lousy candidates from the recent election, and also an independent candidate or two who would have been far better than either of the real candidates.

      Some of the folks from church were around (including Tom Drick and Jeff Steinberg), and I think Randy was the one actual relative that I could find in the family reunion that I recognized. I think in the dream, the absolute worst candidate won, and we ended up with Hillary as president, but we were at least happy that the very good independent choice (who I cannot remember ... maybe it was some TV hero or something) got some electoral votes or something. But whatever the exact results were, I was very disgusted, and decided that I needed to get out of there and take a break.

      The problem was, the reunion was huge, and there was a driveway kind of like Dale's, long and narrow and blocked in, and when I went looking for my car to drive off, there were dozens of cars gridlocked in, and even when I went looking for it, I couldn't find my gray Corolla among them, much less be able to get it out of there. The problem was, there were so many cars (now turning into hundreds) that they somehow had to start shrinking them to fit them all in, so that they were piled 3 and 4 high, but were only about two feet by four feet in size. So now I'm looking through these hundreds of tiny cars, on several levels of a sort of parking garage structure that had been put together in this small driveway space.

      But something went wrong, and the cars all seemed to still have their full mass even if they were suddenly about a tenth of the size, and they were starting to collapse the structure, because there was too much weight, and that caused the cars to start reverting to their normal size, and they were all beginning to crush together and break apart, while the parking structure was being forced to expand to contain them, and was tearing apart ever quicker.

      Soon it was like one of the earthquake movies, with us running through the levels trying to get out, as things collapse around us, avoiding being squished by falling cars and concrete. We finally made it out of the structure and away from the house and driveway, thinking we were probably finally safe, just to find that we had such a large group and so much mass squeezed into such a small space that the exploding, re-expanding mess was now continuing to expand and started to fill up the entire state, somehow also causing horrible flooding.

      Somehow we were stuck in a sort of garbage barge with huge flowing masses of the expanding damaged cars and structures, where we had to keep scrambling to stay on top of the stuff, so that we didn't get pulled into the huge hydraulic crushers that would have mashed us into a pulp. All very frightening and horrible, but still interesting to 'live' through.
    5. Spellbee's Spooky comp night 17

      by , 11-03-2016 at 01:35 AM
      I had a dream about politics but I couldn't even begin to describe it.
      Tags: politics
      Categories
      non-lucid
    6. [18-10-2016]

      by , 10-18-2016 at 05:56 AM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      First fragment

      I saw two skeletons, one was smaller and one was really tall. They were staring at each other.

      Second fragment

      I received an email with character sheet for a forum game, but it wasn't properly filled.

      WBTB attempt.

      Dream

      I was a member of political party which won elections and I was chosen for a minister of something I didn't even knew. First I was at a press conference. Then next day I had to go to my old school to my old English teacher to ask a few things. Janitor asked me if I'm there for my kid, I just asked where I could meet that teacher. I met some fans of the party I belonged to and entered school. Wandering the corridors I saw many students and some teachers. I tried to find that teacher in their room, but it was empty. When I was leaving I saw a priest on the way, who was against our political party because we were incompetent for our jobs. I agreed with him and upon leaving met leader of the party. I immediately said that I quit. Going back to home the weather from sunny and warm turned to heavy rainfall. I felt my limbs heavy and had troubles moving. I realized something, but can't quite recall what.
    7. #206: Politics

      by , 09-07-2016 at 04:26 AM
      I'm in one room together with my mom and Len, a Dutch friend. My mom is seated on a chair close to a wall. My friend is also seated on a chair. I'm either seated or standing up. I remember there being a window, showing daylight. My mom is talking on the phone in Dutch. I'm talking to my friend. I don't recall how, but we've come to the topic of politics. He asks me for my opinion on a specific aspect of the democratic system. I don't remember the exact question. I explain that I think that direct democracy was probably the best system in the days of the old Greeks, but that right now it can't work. I'm also not satisfied with the current system though. We end up discussing 18th - 19th century philosophers. My mom gets off the phone for a few seconds to say something. Mid sentence I say something like "yes mother, go ahead". I remember being satisfied with my ability to transition that smoothly. I don't remember if I was satisfied switching topics/attention so smoothly or switching languages. My mom says something like that she hopes I won't be discussing this all the time with her. I tell her that I will be on Flores, so not to worry. I focus on my friend again. I tell him that I've never been good at remembering what each philosopher was about. He tells me it's easy for him to remember.
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      non-lucid
    8. [27-06-2016]

      by , 06-27-2016 at 11:36 AM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      A strange dream caused by turning on TV by someone in the morning (I often dream about anything I hear during sleeping).

      I was in my house, in my room. It was late evening, two sisters with mother were tidying my room. There was a TV turned on, someone talking about a brexit and all that political nonsense. I wandered around the house - it still looked like it was before renovation, as if nothing really changed. I went to another room and saw mother again, and few more people too. They were brother's pals that work abroad, first they talked about their works and then they went for politics. I left the room and found myself in a swampy area near a river. Someone was talking about a touristical attraction of that place.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    9. Basic TOTM

      by , 05-25-2016 at 06:14 PM
      I made lunch for D and I. Meat, guacamole, sour cream, and strawberries. We packed it up and left. D filled up my car with gas and he was unhappy with the price. I went into the store and someone thought it was weird there was numbing gel in the infant section and I explained itís probably for teething. They didnít believe me and I told them that babies can teethe around year and I know because I went to school and learned that. Then I saw a bunch of celebrities hanging out in the store and the next thing I know Iím lucid. I see Donald Trump and want to talk to him for some reason but everyone thinks itís a bad idea. I get his attention and heís trying to get away from me and slip into another room. I donít know what to say to him. I ask him what he thinks about Hilary dropping out of the final debate with Sanders. I tell him not to give me side-stepping political answers. He basically says that one of them offended his sisters. I go outside and wonder what I should do next. I have a small group of dream characters encouraging me and reminding me of goals. I remember the totm and try to stretch my arms out but it doesnít work. I start walking up a hill and think of the taste thatís in my mouth. It tastes like a familiar herb. Itís the taste of the flower that Iím looking at on the ground and I know Iíve eaten it in fancy restaurants, but I canít quite name it. I see my mom and sister which confirms further that this is a dream. I kinda feel bad for not saying anything to them, though. I think of what to do next and exit the dream. I donít DEILD because I think Iím awake and begin a dream where I write down the LD and am really angry because itís the end of May and once again, I finished the totm when itís basically too late.
      Categories
      lucid
    10. Running from Trump

      by , 05-21-2016 at 06:22 PM
      Me and someone else sneak out of a bad situation through the woods. We lie about where we were going and we zig-zag through the forest. There is a thin layer of old snow on the ground and everyone is barefoot. I wonder if it is cold but figure the sun is shining warm enough. We went through someoneís yard that was full of cacti and flowers. We ended up squatting in Donald Trumpís house. Me and my girlfriend lived there a few days. Then I started getting increasingly uneasy. We could hear Trumpís voice from a few floors down and I kept urging my friend to keep quiet, which upset her. She thought I was denying her friendship, I just wanted both of us to stay alive. That night she was telling me her life story and I was falling asleep when someone came and checked on the room. We hid between the bed and the wall. As I lay there I started falling asleep uncontrollably. After they left we heard housekeepers vacuuming and I knew it was only a matter of time before we got caught. I was terrified of getting caught. I understood in a way that this is a dream and if we get caught it will become a nightmare. What if I never wake up from it? I make the decision that we have to leave. I grabbed my stuff (some clothes, my phone, and laptop) and propelled out the window and down the building. The housekeeper yelled something sarcastic out at us as we left like ďgoodbye visitorsĒ. We went to a little shack building right next door. I had to go back to the room for something and when I came back down an elk met me and spoke with me telepathically. He was basically like Oberon. We washed his slobber off of our hands in the snow then He guided me to cave where there were a couple more animals I could talk to and some kind of magic man. He kept changing to look like Jon Snow and he was scaring my friend. In the night I fled and was followed by two men who obviously knew how to fight. One of them was B. I went under a building and we were basically sparring on monkey bars. I told B, "Iím sorry but Iím going to have to kill you to protect myself." He laughed and then turned on the lights to show me that it was a training session and they had built this jungle gym in my favor. Eventually I drove back to see my friend. I asked A.W if she knew where the shack was moved to and she said it was the street after hers. I went and there were lots of similar looking shacks but the one I was looking for was first in line. Itís address had the number 30 or 03 in it. I went in and my friend was living with a man and working for Trump. I was disappointed.
    11. Emotional Death and Revolution

      by , 05-09-2016 at 08:11 PM
      +I find out I died when I was an infant and came back to life a few hours later. I told my sister and asked my mom about it. D and I were skiing and snowboarding on very icy snow. I couldnít wait to be done because it wasnít good conditions. Erica met me at the bottom. She accidentally dropped and broke a wooden box of mine. I didnít care, one less thing to have to pack back home. She ended up dying and I was upset. I kept trying to sneak into some compound and so was another girl. There are nerds keeping lookout and they spot me so I lock myself in the bathroom. There are towel rods along the walls and a window at the very top of the room so I climb up. I bide my time up there because there are housekeepers outside of the window. I wait for them to leave but the towel rod Iím holding myself up on is starting to come out of the wall. Eventually I just jump through the window and they spot me. I find out Brooks is dying and I sob about it and hug her. Iím told I have ovarian or uterine cancer and that also makes me emotional. So much death.

      +D is in the military and Iím with him. Weíre in a tank and I try to convince to break the rules with me and do something fun. He refuses. His comrade is staring at me and eavesdropping. I pretend not to notice. Thereís a little girl I really like and we give her fireworks, which she loves. She also has a parade of large cats. Iím watching a video about a woman having to wait in line to vote and she starts belly dancing to the rhythm of the politicianís lies. She's very good. The politicians try to convince us they donít make that much money. I riot breaks out against Hilary Clinton becoming president. Itís really large. But the police come in and break it up, driving through with giant tanks that are so tall I canít see past the wheels. Everybody is really upset. Iím in my gmaís living room trying to tell my family about it. I get really emotional and canít open my eyes because Iím crying. I tell everyone who will listen that we are not a free country at all. Weíre being controlled and sedated through the mass media and militant power of the state. It really upsets me because Iím able to see clearly in my mind how our country could be better: a place where everyone is working together on the same level. How can we say that we live in a free country if we canít even stand in the street to advocate for change that the collective society desires? Someone posts how angry they are about it on Facebook. Trish gives me a sequined purse pinata. It has essential oils and itís made to be hit to let out anger. In the middle of the night I escape under a bridge to do gardening. All the soil in my succulent pot disappeared and the leaves on my peace lily are very brown. Iím confused because they werenít this way yesterday. D catches me having snuck out and tells me to be careful outside at night. I go to get food and have to walk behind this big guy who is attracted to me. He lets me go ahead of him and gives me a shirt to change into, which I do. I order tacos and they ask if I want cayenne pepper on it. I say yes and he recommends a certain kind of sauce, so I tell them to do half sauce and half cayenne. The worker takes a bite of the saucy taco and loves it.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    12. Doughnuts from Church

      by , 02-10-2016 at 01:31 AM (My Dream Journal)
      I am at my church eating doughnuts and m&ms. When I sit down in the pews, I am next to a girl I don't recognize. She recognizes me, though, which is strange. Then all of a sudden I am outside with my dad. We are walking up a long, tall stairway. When we reach the top, the girl from church is sitting there. I ignore her. I see my friend sitting down on the streets far below. She shouts up at me, asking me if I am going to Iowa. I tell her no. Then, she throws me a snowball, and I drop it. It lands right in the center of a garbage can, and I give her a thumbs up to show her that it was a good throw. I walk around a bit and suddenly I am at the entrance of my church. There are tons of different political signs. There is a lady putting up Hillary Clinton signs really fast, and I am rushing around like crazy to take them around. I remember also taking down a Marco Rubio sign too. When I walk back into the church I go to get another doughnut. There aren't many m&ms left, but I eat them any ways. Then all of a sudden my grandma is there and my mom is telling us that we are going to go to Pizza Ranch. My grandma says that she isn't going to come with us. So, just me, my brother and my moms are suddenly at Pizza Ranch filling up our cups. I fill it to the brim with Dr. Pepper and it starts to overflow, but I drink it before it does. We are in the car driving away from Pizza Ranch. My mom makes a turn onto the highway, and I think that she did I good job driving.
      Lately either in DEILD, naps, or during WBTB's I've been able to gain a small amount of control over my dreams, but I loose control very quickly.
    13. Florida Beaches, trampolines and a question for you!

      by , 02-07-2016 at 06:17 AM (My Dream Journal)
      Absolutely CRAZY dream recall last night!!!! The one unfortunate thing that happened last night was my WBTB. I had the perfect opportunity for one last night, but when I got up I was too lazy. But, at least my recall was awesome!
      My brother, dad and I are planning a trip to New Hampshire. There is something in this dream about a parade, but this was the only dream of the night that I don't remember in detail.
      I am at a table eating dinner with President Obama and some other people. Obama says something that is funny because he is the president, and we all laugh at it. JSYK, there is someone underneath the table holding it up. using suction cups.
      At this point I'm pretty sure I do my failed WBTB.
      I am at a political event, sitting in one of the front rows. I turn around, and see my friend sitting next to the Bratayley family. She is motioning for me to go over, so I do. i talk to them for a bit and we get a picture together. There are several other people with us in the picture, but I don't know them.
      My family and I are on a beach in Florida at night. It must be some really famous beach, because I am telling my sister how cool it is to be there. Then the waves are growing higher, and dad tells us that we should go back to the hotel before a storm starts. I remember thinking that he was going to say that there was a hurricane. We turn to the left and walk down a path away from the beach. There is a little tower like thing that I decide to walk up. When I get to the top, there is basically a giant trampoline lined with a wooden deck. On my way back down, there are several kids there that won't move. I finally get them to budge so I can get through, but we keep throwing nasty remarks at each other. My last remark to them is "I have hair too!"
      I am in gym class, playing hockey on a giant trampoline. I remember feeling sad that one of my friends is not in that class with me.
      I am still in Florida, this time by the "run off water" of some sort of amusement park slide. My family tells me that they have to leave to look for something, and I should be the look out. All of a sudden I am at my house again. I am watching something going on in my backyard. My family has discovered jello out there! I start eating some jello, and it tastes really good. I tell my brother, and all of a sudden we are in a prison like thing. There is a woman(our mom?) with her hands tied together. A security guard gives me a remote control and phone, and tells me that they might be useful for me to escape with. I hide them in my scarf, and me and my brother escape from the prison. We are running up hill, faster than we ever have before. My dad is running close behind us, trying to persuade us to stop running. Finally we do. We turn back around, and suddenly we are on a nice family hike. My sister is taking pictures and we are sitting near creeks eating candy. Then suddenly I am back at my house in the bathroom. Katie, the mom from Bratayley is there saying that she is going to show us how Hayley overcame her fear of water. I get out of the bathtub so she can film.
      I am back at the beach in Florida, the same one, and my brother tells me that we aren't going to spend any more time there. I am angry at him, but we walk away, down the same path as before. As a I am walking away I can hear my grandma talking with an Asian person. We reach the tower, but this time I have to have a rope climbing competition with someone to make it to the top. As we are climbing the rope we have to answer questions about politicians. When me and my competitor make it to the top, I sit down with another girl on the giant trampoline. We start talking about Caleb and Bratayley. We then start using special crayons to draw pictures of memories with Caleb on the "trampoline wall."
      I typed this pretty quick and late, so I am sorry for any errors, And I probably forgot some extra dream fragments, but I'll add those later if I remember any more.
      Question!!!! Are Wisconsinites the only people that call physical education class gym class? Just wondering.
    14. False LD

      by , 02-06-2016 at 03:39 AM (My Dream Journal)
      I am at the library, but also partially at Goodwill. The library is rearranged, so I ask one of the people there where the "double swim meets" are. The person who answers tells me, and talks A LOT. I want to ask her where the books on hold are, but she keeps talking (very annoying.)
      We are still in the library, same dream. This time there is someone, a lady talking about someone else. A boy tries to guess who she is talking about, but he doesn't know. I all of a sudden am on the deck at my house. I am smoking and I throw the cigarette into the woods. When I walk back in, I say who the person was the lady was talking about; Carly Fiorina.
      I am sitting on the staircase rail and my sister tells me that it looks like fun and she wants to try. I get off and let her try it.
      I am at a friend's birthday party, brushing out my hair with my friend's brush. Then me and my friend are taking a walk outside, walking a dog wearing sandals. We are walking through the grass, and it is very wet and squishy. My dad is there and he tells us that we should have walked on the sidewalks. We are walking under a tree and I see a box of rats floating in the air. I try to pet one, and it growls at me. "I hate rats!" I scream. A nearby lady starts yelling at me for hating rats. I try to shut her up and tell her that I really do like rats, but she just won't be quiet. I end up punching her really hard on her back and walking away. My dad gives me a horrified look and I shrug and say "don't worry, I don't do that often." We walk into a building, and I let my thoughts wander. I think about LDing, so I decide to do an RC. I do 2+2, and it equals 5. I push my fingers through my hand, and it worked. I wonder what I should do. I decide to walk around a corner so I can be alone and decide what to do there. It leads me to an elevator. (Definitely not lucid at this point.) I press the button and I can see the elevator moving upwards. I wonder what floor I should press, so I ask a lady nearby. She tells me she doesn't know and we should just go out to eat. There is a cafe nearby , so I get a yogurt parfait, and we sit down to eat. Then there are teachers and students there. The teachers are telling us about all the homework we have to turn in the next day.
      I thought it was weird that I had two dreams last night about people talking and talking and being annoying. It was weird because it didn't seem to have any connection to my waking life whatsoever. I'll have to look into that osome more.

      Updated 02-06-2016 at 03:42 AM by 89033

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    15. Hectic night

      by , 02-03-2016 at 02:47 AM (My Dream Journal)
      I am super sorry for all the late entries. They will probably always be a few days late on the weekends, or when I am on trips.
      I was coming back from a short day trip yesterday, and fell asleep in their at about 10:00. I woke up at maybe 10:30 to have a soda and muddy buddy break. I went back to sleep at probably 10:30, and got back home at 1:00 after being disrupted multiple times. I tried to use that as a wbtb, but I didn't try very hard. My hectic night resulted in the worst dream recall ever. All I remember is being in Iowa and seeing different political candidates.
      Categories
      non-lucid
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