Black: Non-dream Blue: Non-lucid Red: Lucid I've had a few stress related lucid dreams this past week, I still haven't given up on lucid dreaming but I haven't done anything to assist myself in developing it... Dream 1 - A girl who I don't actually like I realize that I'm in a dream, something just clicked and I knew, but before me was a kind of pretty woman who I kind of knew. She resembled a friends love interest who I swear I've never had an interest in, but nevertheless cave-man mode took over and I just found myself embracing her. I ran my hand along her back and realized that the dreamworld was a bit twisted, her skin was all bumpy to touch (honestly really disgusting to touch *gag*) and I look over her shoulder to see why, I could see band-aids and cuts, bumps and hairs, grossed me out... I stop right there and push her away gently, then shake my head at her. I seemed to wake up at this point. Dream 2 - Languages and sugar Not long after waking from the last lucid, I thought I would try slip into another... This proved to be pretty darn easy. Seconds later I find myself lucid, but the only thing I see is a bag of white sugar (the brand was 'pams' if you're interested). This bag of sugar was so cool, because everytime I read the writing on it, it would change language. From english to spanish, italian, chinese, etc. I woke up and just laughed Dream 3 - The evolution of caveman mode I had a weird moment during the day where I was incredibly aware of the sense of touch on my upper arms, just near my shoulder, which later helped me achieve a lucid dream. I was in a modern looking house and I just touched my arm, the smoothness and sense of realism settled and I kind of just knew I was dreaming. Next thing that happened was caveman mode (I think I get caveman mode as result of not being prepared with goals or not trying to get lucid), I approach a beautiful brunette and uhhh... Things got sexual although it was like I was suddenly stupid, like I knew what I wanted but I couldn't remember how to do it haha... I was able to blink in this dream without losing lucidity too, and the skin of the sexy lady was smooth and she didn't morph into a monster - probably the most successful sex-type dream I've had. I think I had another lucid dream but I can't remember it... I've had quite a lot of dream that I remember but I haven't written them down despite how awesome some of them were ^_^
I was at my old house in blacks land. I must have been sleeping with my dog and I decided to jump out and sleep on the other mattress which was on the floor. I left the room and heard that Dad was still on the PC. I went back into my room, and Dad came in and mentioned that he was playing shit because he has been angry. Mum came into my room not long after and told me to jump back into my proper bed. I was now sitting at the dining table at stone hill house. I was trying to flatten a bag of brown sugar, so I could get all the air out of the bag. The air wouldn't leave the bag. I spilt some of the sugar on the table, and was trying to sweep it up back into the bag. I saw Dad kneeling down in the kitchen with my Mum. Dad looked upset and I think Mum said to him that she was going to leave him. He mentioned about my brother moving back in. I didn't want Dad to lose everything he worked for and was considering giving him 60,000 to help out. Dream ended.
I was outside a small coffee shop. I was at one of the outside tables that were put out for the customers. A few of my friends were there at the table with me. I went up to the counter-window to get sugar for my coffee. The lady at the counter said she'd have to go out to the back (or her car?) to get some. At the counter were little pots of colourful items. Probably where the sugar should have been kept.
Frag#1 I wanted cereal and went to the kitchen. I poured cereal in a bowl and sprinkled sugar over it until it looked perfect. I ask someone where the milk was and someone said, "we are out of milk". I don't care and go for the apple juice and pour it over the cereal. Someone goes, "grooooooss!" and I reply "What? It is all going to the same place anyway" Frag#2 I was asleep at work but could not force myself to be awake . (I think I was trying to move my sleeping body, that is why I felt so heavy) I could not force myself to get up. My boss, R, walks by and nudges me, I freak out for a second, thinking he is mad at me for sleeping but he says "no its fine, don't let me bother you" I am surprised but go back to sleep relieved. Frag#3 I was Link in some kind of game. Some other people and me have to go through trials for some reason and a piece that looks like us is moved on a board game. But there was something on my side of the board, that looked like two outlets, blocking two spaces. I wondered if that would mean I would get automatic wins in those places, but I was told that it meant I would loose those rounds instantly. I got to the end of the game anyway but everyone I was against died at the same time, I thought that meant I would win, but whoever was running the game said that I had to save someone to win, and since all the characters were dead, that I could never win. I remembered that there was some sort of stale mate or something so I went backwards and saved a girl in her match to win.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was in a bedroom which may have been my bedroom with a pretty woman. The room was warmly lit and it seemed to have pink coloring in certain parts. The woman wore a white tank top with pink straps. The woman sat on the floor, explaining how she was new to this town and how she needed certain things. These things weren't necessities but were rather like items for fun. Maybe they were tickets to shows, or something like that. She might have been planning to sell the tickets once she got them. Her plan might possibly also have included befriending men to get them to gibe her these tickets for free on a regular basis, then turning around and selling the tickets above face value. I was now walking through a pine forest. The forest seemed clean, too clean, almost like a stage forest. The trees were tall and deep jade-green. The forest was shady. Somehow I discovered something about the branches of the pine trees. It was like they were all dripping a clear, sugary syrup. I was somewhere, possibly back in the room, trying to explain to the woman that she didn't need all the stuff she thought she needed. The trees produced food, and that could sustain her. But the woman wouldn't listen to me. I wasn't talking about the same thing as she was talking about. She didn't want only sustenance. I tried again to explain to the woman what was going on with the trees, what they were producing. I was in the forest again, floating up through the trees. Beyond the trees was a tree-like structure in the sky, all made out of the clear, sugary syrup. The syrup was solid enough to form a lattice-like structue. I saw a couple of "my friends" (both male or one male and one female) sitting on a couple of seat-like parts on either side of this tree. As I approached the tree the syrup became like drops, raining down on me. I opened my mouth to try and catch the drops. Dream #2 I was in a room that looked like a room in a house that had been converted into an office. The place was very cluttered with paper and old office equipment. There were desks for at least two workers. I had possibly done something dumb at my job. I was listening to a voice message from "my CEO" (!) about what a bad job I'd done. The CEO's voice was mellow and rambling, but a little bitter. I got up from my desk and walked away. I came back. The voice message was still going. The guy who sat in the desk next to me -- a bunch of old, unused office equipment served as the partition between us -- told me, "Man, you're in trouble. This guy's saying a lot of bad stuff about you. I think he's gonna try to make you stop working here." I thought that could be true. The CEO could be trying to make it look like I was trying to quit my job and go work somewhere else. Then he could fire me for that. But I didn't care. I just kept listening to his strange mellow, rambling, bitter voicemail. Eventually the voicemail became something about how everybody in the office was quitting. The voicemail then became something like an online news show about everybody in my office quitting. I walked out of this room and into another room. I was apparently in the basement of this house. The place was cluttered with household items and office items. In one big room, a bunch of workers were gathered around on a couch, eating pizza and watching TV. I went into another room. Some tall, thin, pale, white man with a thin beard and wearing a casual sweater and slacks, told me about a number of people who were quitting. This apparently included the CEO. The man and I walked through a hallway with another man, talking about how unfortunate it was that everybody was quitting. We were now in a kitchenette near the stairs up to the ground floor of this house. The two men, who were gentle and easygoing, opened the fridge and started pulling out pizza. At this point, I may have seen from the viewpoint of a child. I thought that I was hungry, too, and that I would also like to have some pizza. But I also felt bad for wanting pizza, as if I'd eaten too much already.
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