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07.09.2013

Android 18 and an Unexpected Hug (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I've been putting off recording my dreams lately because it's personally not a matter of life or death. It's getting to the stage where I prefer non-lucid dreams (at least ones that start out as non-lucid and are non-lucid for the majority of the time) instead of lucid dreams.

The reason being is, even if I set goals for lucid dreams, even if I go through all the processes, wbtb, wild, shifting awareness and all that fun terminology, I find more joy just recalling dreams where I had little to no lucidity. Of course, there are moments where lucidity comes in at the right time, at least for just experiencing things that one would take for granted, things that are subtle in waking life that we ignore and we find ourselves in our dreams having a completely different view on these things.

Fortunately, I was lucid at the right time, I guess. I'm not going to commit too much into recall this.

I'm inside of a building that looks oddly familiar, as if it's some combination of schools I've been to before. The colors inside mostly consisted of brown and caramel, and there's glass doors and windows right in front of me. I see a dream character that looks like Android 18, and she has a line of females following her, as if she's some kind of cadet officer or something like that.

Then I see a girl that comes up to me, and she looks very familiar, a certain blonde female I knew in waking life during High School as freshmen. There were some alterations here and there on her face in this dream, but most of the visage was intact. She's wearing a light milky green hoodie that's unzipped along with some kind of cool colored shirt and probably faded black tight jeans.

She gets closer to me and she wraps her arms around my waist.

I find myself naturally returning the action to her, then quickly became embarrassed for a bit because I felt other people would be watching us. I moved my eyes right and left too quickly, and despite of how fast I was glancing, I remember particular dream character that popped up.

She had long black hair, black lipstick, and probably black mascara, she looked a lot like Asami Soto from the Legend of Korra. She was looking at the both of us with her right hand mid-air, as if she wanted to say something to us but probably caught on quickly on how I felt.

I turned my back and decided to continue hugging the blonde girl hugging me. Weird feeling that I haven't felt in most of my dreams lately.

But it was nice to hug a dream character for a change, no matter what image or visage they were in.

After that, Android 18 screams at the girl hugging me, and the girl seems to be part of the females in line with Android 18. She runs back in a frantic pace, and that's all I remember.

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07.09.2013

Ganondorf and I Become A Tree Beast (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Really weird dream.

So I'm encountering Ganondorf from Ocarina of Time, and he seems to be charging up some huge attack that's emitting a yellow orb of light. There's a speed pad that resembles what you would see in a Sonic game, and the base it was on looked like it was made out of wood. The speed thingy-ma-giger had a dark green color with light green arrows pointing forwards on top of it.

Boy, am I descriptive today!

This was one of those dreams where things would reset if a person failed to do something within the plot of the dream, and for this case, I had to find some way to spin around Ganondorf and step on the pad that he's close to stepping on. After the reset, it works, and for some reason I was getting tall, VERY tall.

I couldn't see what I was transforming into, since things were in first person perspective, and Ganondorf stated I'm now some kind of tree beast.

I think this tree reference was due to an episode of Yu Yu Hakusho I watched last night where one of the fighters Kurama had to face mentioned how the Shinobi or whatever you call them were like an Oak tree. It was episode 30 something where Kurama had to face two enemies before having to deal with another one when he was unconscious.

*shrug*

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07.09.2013

Damn you Google Earth! I'm not Ready for the Sun! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was trying to operate Google Earth, which apparently had an HD view on the Sun and outer space. I decided to try things out, but when I operated the program, it felt as if I was IN space.

Scared the living crap out of me, dream or not, being this close from the sun, even if it's just fabricated sun in my head, that's not something I'm used to doing if I've put off the space exploration themed dreams for a long time now.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in an office. The office was like a hallway of big, heavy desks, rather than a big floor full of cubicles. There was some kind of dull, greenish, fluorescent light. But daylight flowed in through windows, giving the atmosphere more of a gold-white feel.

I stood before some desk. I had probably been given some task by "my boss," who then walked away. There was a stack of papers on the desk. I picked it up and turned away from the desk, as if I were going to walk to my own workspace.

But the hallway was now blocked all the way across by the desk of one of my old senior co-workers, RW. RW sat at his desk. In the usual mild manner he took with me, he asked me if I was happy with my new position. Apparently I was doing research on semiconductors.

I bashfully giggled and told RW it was okay. RW said, "Well, I certainly don't think I could do something like what you're doing. It would be too much for me, just picking up on semis like that. That's really hard."

I just giggled and smiled. I couldn't do anything else. RW, who does research on diagnostic equipment and PBMs, had a reputation for being extremely witty, incisive, and self-assured. He could cut anybody down. But he'd always been gentle with me. Even now, I didn't want to spoil my unique relationship with RW by getting over-confident.

But RW said, "Now, come on! You have to admit that what you're doing is pretty good!"

I didn't know what to say. I think I might have started to talk about how I thought RW's research was really cool. But before I could say that, I think RW started talking about how his reseach wasn't so difficult.

Dream #2

I was in an auditorium full of high schoolers or college kids. There was a group of high-level officials on the stage. The stage was really high up, compared to the seats. I was in the third or fourth row. But I often saw as if I were a video camera, closed right up on the group.

The group all stood in a kind of random fashion. There weren't any podiums. I'm pretty sure there weren't even any mics. There was no decoration on the stage, either. It was just a bare stage.

The people on stage were from all over the world. There was some kind of major announcement being made. It had to do with some decision of President Obama's.

But the main person, who was to make the bulk of the announcement, was alternately Obama and some tall, bald, white, slightly overweight man. But even when the man was Obama, he spoke of Obama in the third person.

The man first asked a woman to leave the room. The woman's name was something like Piti or Peetee. She looked (to my reflection now) Iranian. She had short hair in a kind of Jackie-O cut. She had pale, olive-colored skin, and a healthy, round figure. Her dress was pale blue-grey. But the fabric was really strange, like a mix between terry cloth and cashmere.

Piti left through a door to a stairwell, on the right (my right) of the stage. After she left, the man said that Piti had already determined that if Obama's decision was unfavorable to her, she would take some kind of action against him. Apparently Obama had already done something to Piti, basically barring her from making any appearances in the United States.

But Obama's decision was going to go against Piti's desires. The man explained to all of us that Piti basically had control over all of Southeast Asia. She could bar (I think the man called it "sanction" in the dream) Obama from Southeast Asia, just as he'd barred her from the United States.

It was pretty obvious (I don't know why) that it was a lot worse for Obama being "sanctioned" from Southeast Asia than it was for Piti to be barred from the United States. But it seemed pretty obvious, as well, that Obama wouldn't tolerate this sanction. So we were all basically told to prepare for a conflict.

The man had now, apparently, handed out paper presentations to all of us. The presentation was, I think, an argument for why we should aim for some kind of compromise, rather than heading into a conflict. But the presentations were all in Chinese.

A boy asked the man (who may now have been alone on the stage) if he could give an English translation of the presentation. I turned around so I could see the boy. The auditorium was huge! And it was packed -- full of high school or college students!

The boy sat at a folding chair along the right wall. He was an Asian boy with a squarish, shortish haircut, squarish glasses, and a dark blue winter jacket.

The man may have voiced a little disappointment that the boy needed translation. But there was a girl, also Asian, sitting with a female friend. This girl actually yelled back to the boy, "Why do you need a translation? Didn't you study your own language, like everybody else does?"

The boy said something like, "Well, yeah, I studied. But I just thought if we got a little translation here and there, it could help us get through the rest of the text faster on our own."

The girl sighed at the boy, like she couldn't believe what a lazy excuse-maker he was. I turned back forward and looked at my text as the girl said, "It basically says that China believes, if the whole world cooperated, we could reach the ends of the universe, with the energy we have right now."

I looked at the presentation in the hands of the girl to my left. There was a screenshot printed on the page. The shot was of some YouTube video, showing some view of the universe. The sky was mostly black, with just a few faint dots of stars.

For some reason I was now running to the bathroom. I was somehow involved with some meeting with President Obama. But it also had to do with some branch of Satanism. The branch was named something like Gen Schele. But "Gen" may have been "Glen." And "Schele" may have been "Shell" or "Schnell."

Obama had possibly already explained something to me about the government, this cult, and some decision being made in international affairs. I really disapproved of it. I thought it would end with a lot of people dying. But I thought it would be weak to voice my disapproval. And I acted like it was perfectly natural.

But now I needed to go to the bathroom so bad! I was running toward a restroom. I was wearing khaki shorts for some reason (great way to meet the President, right?). And now I couldn't hold my pee anymore. The inner thighs of my shorts were all soaked.

I didn't think it was so bad. If I got to the bathroom and to a urinal, I could pee the rest of the way in there. Then my shorts would likely dry quickly.

I was in a bathroom now, peeing in a urinal. But my pee was coming out so much, so forcibly, that I was still spraying all over my shorts, making them even more and more soaked. Plus, I just wasn't stopping! I had peed so much that the urinal was completely full. A huge puddle was already forming on the floor.

At some point Obama saw me. He asked me, with a bit of disappointment and disdain, what was bothering me so much. I didn't want to tell him what was bothering me. I didn't want him to think I was weak. But I'm pretty sure he knew what was bothering me.

I just wanted, really badly, to finish peeing, so I could go into one of the stalls, crouch into a fetal position, and just lie there until my shorts finally dried.

(When I woke up, I seriously expected to find that I'd wet the bed, my dream was so vivid. But, thankfully, I did not. Also -- just as a side note, the "Gen Schele" might be a mix-up of the name of the artist Egon Schiele, and also of the name Rothschild. I've been reading about the Rothschilds lately.)

This isnt the first time Ive become lucid, but its definitly the longest Ive been lucid in a dream..

The moment I became lucid, I was on a nice, quiet suburban street (much like the street a few of my friends live together on)

There were a lot of cars, but no people. I became ecstatic at the idea of being in a dream. Everything started to black out - so I stared at my hands to regain lucidity. It seemed to work.

I decided to test out some powers I might be able to harness - I attempted to run, and eventually kept going faster until I reached superspeed, but the dream started to fade out, so I stopped.

My mind (due to low-lucidity) started to wonder, although I was still aware. I started to think about Space and the stars (a topic Im really interested in exploring in my dreams) and focussed on a stone that was on the footpath - Everything turned black except the stone, which turned into a distant star, and I begun soaring towards the star through space at astronomical speeds.

I slowed down and stopped in space. In complete awe at the solar system I was travelling through, I got too excited and woke.

That, was my most recent, and most interesting lucid dream.

I hope to have many more and evolve a lot of the themes I experienced!

Before going to bed I was watching "Through the Wormhole with Morgan Freeman".

I have now had a dream narrated by Morgan Freeman!

The dream was kind of like being in an IMAX where you are fully immersed in the image.

Unfortunately, I do not remember most of the dream, but the coolest thing I remember about it is this:

Morgan Freeman: "...however, looking at this this star..."
*the camera moves through a kind of zooming animation of space towards the star*
"... it has an Earth like planet orbiting in the habitable zone around it called "Marvin"..."
*The camera is rotating around a small Earth like planet, there is water, greenery visible on continents, and clouds visible in the atmosphere.*

I don't remember very much after this point, but I thought this was interesting.