Near puking I'm with a group of people. I recall seeing my classmate Chris and one of my best friends. We're sitting on a vehicle which consists of wooden benches lined up behind one another. I'm on the frontrow, though I feel like the vehicle is moving backwards, making it the backrow. About 4 people can fit on a bench. It's sort of like a freaky bicycle, but I don't remember how the vehicle was propelled or who did the driving. We're taking some sharp 180° turns. At the first turn the people on the bench I'm on all slide to one side and get squished together. I feel an urge to puke, as if the combination of this sudden movement with the amount of alcohol I've had is too much. Just before the next turn my friend makes a comment. I don't recall what he said, but it's something to do with him thinking it's funny that we're gonna get squished again. We don't slide on the next turn however, because we expect it and brace ourselves. We stop near a train station. A digital clock says it's 12 past something. I stand talking to my friend for a moment and I also check the train schedule on my phone. There's a special train leaving to our city. It has a weird symbol in the schedule and there was a story to it that I can't remember. It's leaving at 15 past something. Well we're too late for that one. We end deciding to take another train, which will take much longer, about an hour and a half. I feel like it could've been way faster, but this way we have to make a big detour, even though we're really close to our city. Fragments » Another friend of mine. We live together? There's something with him wanting to cook and also something about orange juice I believe. It's all very vague. » I know I dreamt about my mom, but I can't recall any of it.
Switcheroo It's daytime, a sunny day. I'm in front of the train station in my mom's city. I'm on my mountain bike and I just arrived. The area isn't completely the same as it should be. There's a wooden wall on the left, something like what's put up to shield off a construction area. There's no bike anymore. I'm walking towards the bike rack together with my friend Abby to the left of me. For a brief moment our hands touch and we both don't seem to mind walking sort of hand in hand, but not fully committed to really doing so. It's kind of a shy version. I think it's Abby who eventually pulls her hand away. I'm standing in front of the bike rack, putting my bike away. Now I'm with Jacintha instead. She asks me if I remember how to say something in Indonesian. I think she asks for 'happy birthday'. She gives a suggestion and I react along the lines of 'what? Noo. It's [...]'. It was something very basic. I then start to tell her about the idea I had of meeting up with the whole Dutch - Indonesian group, but that the guy I talked it over with was too busy (this is pretty accurate from reality). We start walking towards the train station. I'm in front of the station now, on my bike. One of my best friends is there. He goes into the station first and I follow on my bike. Once I'm inside I have a big pc on wheels with me and no bike. I think Jacintha has been replaced with my ex girlfriend. My best friend and my ex are talking with an elderly woman who approached them. They are talking about Indonesia. Something about a stop-over in France [I automatically assume Paris] and how France is the stopover place for Asian destinations. The elderly woman says something which I can't recall so well. It has something to do with a girl and that girl wanting to go somewhere to a zoo or something alike at the airport. The woman pulls something out of her wallet to demonstrate. I feel like it should be a paper bill, but it didn't look like money, though I didn't get a good look. I don't remember who, but I told someone about my plans to visit my grandma, because she's going away for a few months. I think I told Abby. I made sure to add 'a few months', to not make it seem like she was dying. Fragments » Something about my mom.. » I'm with my girlfriend. I think we're driving around the city on a moped during daytime Great fragments
Non-dream Non-lucid Lucid Dream 1: Trees & Trains It's during the day. I'm with my girlfriend and we're about to cross a railroad which doesn't have any protective measures. A double-decker train is approaching slowly from our left. It looks like a regular Dutch train; blue and yellow. My girlfriend pulls me back a bit because I was thinking about crossing before the train got here. She says something (can't recall what) which slightly annoys me. We pass the railway, though there are a lot of tracks. I think to our right is a platform. The scenery gives of a grungy vibe, not very neat, slight disorder. There are gonna be some incoming trains, but there are pine trees laying on the tracks, blocking them. They are laying rather neatly, in the same way that a train is on the tracks. Moving them is a matter of pushing them forwards or backwards on the tracks until there's a switch where we can push them to another track. My girlfriend and I are doing this. At one point there is one that we leave laying around for too long and it blocks a train (or 2). It also isn't laid down neatly, but stands up somewhat. Somehow all the pine needles fall off neatly starting from the top. I think we make a run for it at this point. Still daytime, I'm standing alone near one of the train tracks. It's like I'm in between scenarios, as I've started cooking, but a different setting hasn't fully materialised yet. I have some meat which I smell to check if it's still good. I'm in doubt. There's also some fatty parts which I remove. I end up forgetting which part is the fat and which part the good meat. I can hear K (my blond female housemate) talking from my left, a bit in the distance. It feels as if there's a door in between us. Dream 2: Holy mother of knees! I'm with a guy who is supposedly my housemate. We're chilling in his room, which is decorated like a living room. I distinctively recall the colour red. I think it's because of a red couch which appears later on. We're messing with each other a bit. I'm filming him while he delivers a speech of some sort, while standing against a white wall. He's wearing a black jacket and I think a white cap. He's a bit taller than I am. He jokingly punches me or something and I attempt to kick him in the balls. Eventually we're down on the ground and I'm in a low squatting position while he's holding me there. I tell him he needs to let me go, cause my knee can't handle this. He persists. Eventually I start crying and he sees that I'm serious. I think I might've felt my ligament snap. A moment later I'm sitting down on the ground elsewhere in the room. I'm feeling up my knees. In my mind it's the right one which is messed up, while in reality it's left. I can slide my right kneecap all the way to the right side of my knee, leaving a sort of hollow platform where my kneecap is supposed to fit. Holy f! This is not good. I check on my left knee to see what is normal. I can slide it all the way to the left side, same effect. Wtf? I tell my housemate to check it out and if he can do that too. I examine my right knee more closely. Just underneath where my kneecap is supposed to be you can still see 3 or 4 staples from the surgery (I never had staples). This is the moment from which I distinctively recall the colour red, though I'm sure it's not only because of the couch. My housemate has about 4 or 5 instruments. Piano, guitar, violin... not sure what else. From a distance I can hear K again. There's a small window with a slit above it through which sound passes rather easily. She is with a guy. She enters the room. It's one of my classmates, one of who I have never dreamed before; BJ (not kidding here). It feels like they aren't just friends, but it's sort of a date.They sit down on the couch, while I look around for a shoelace. When I look down at my shoe I can tell there are supposed to be 3 or 4 different coloured shoelaces in it. I'm missing a red one. I look through a small drawer I believe. In the end I must've found something, cause I sit down on the couch on the far right to tie my shoes. I feel something pushing against me. It's BJ. Because they didn't spread out evenly it's getting very cosy here. I move to another smaller couch. BJ makes a joke about missing out on this opportunity with me. K says something about how it's not comfortable leaning on BJ anymore, cause he's not leaning on me. I tell them that they don't know how to sit comfortably. Fragments » I'm outside in an urban area, I think a residential neighbourhood. It's dark and there's almost no one on the street. I might be out jogging. A classmate comes by with his dog and they pass me. I don't recognise the guy, but I instinctively know that he's my classmate. » I ask someone about the dreads of a distant friend of mine called Q. I'm not sure who I'm asking, I think 1 or 2 girls I know. They tell me it looks ridiculous. Really? They say that she cut off her previous dreads and started anew, but this time she did it herself and blegh. » I've entered a building, I believe a university building. Inside are some of my classmates. I can't recall what happened exactly, but it has something to do with our upcoming exam. Dream 3: WhatsApp distraction I'm at a train station, on the platform talking to a friend (no clue who it is though). We're leaning on the railing. I'm not sure what the conversation is about. I walk towards the tracks and back for a few seconds. On the way back I hear my name coming from my left. It's a former co-worker, who is sitting on a bench reading a newspaper. I greet him from my current position. My friend says it's ok if I go over to talk to him. I'm ok. A few seconds later the co-worker announces he's gotta go back to work. See? Issue resolved. It feels like they've switched places and I'm now talking to the co-worker. He tells me about the time he was supposed to be back at work by 12:00 but wasn't back until 14:30 or something. How?! He tells me it's cause he got distracted by WhatsApp.
Non-dream Non-lucid Lucid Dream 1: Golfing big I'm awake in bed. I think i just woke up. I'm sitting up, with a laptop on my lap. I still have a white blanket or pillow drawn over my lap. I have two tabs open in my browser, one of them is fb. I believe the other one is a new tab. My girlfriend is to the left of me, also in the bed. She was asleep, but wakes up now. Because she is still laying down while I'm already sitting up, her head is at my waist level. She puts her head on my lap so that she can see the screen too. The moment she woke up I switched away from fb. I didn't want her to think I'd rather spend time on fb than with her. She wants to play the game. Ok, we can do that. I see it in a full view kinda way, as if we are actually there. It's a weird combination between playing on the laptop and actually being there. It's a sort of golf game. It's on Bali (Nusa Lembongan?). Top-down view of a field of grass, which lacks any detail (just like a crappy game). There's a yellow and an orange or red player. The hole is quite big and you're supposed to guide an airplane, a tank and who knows what else in there by making an arrow that tells it where to go. Apparently this doesn't have to be a straight line, cause I consider making my plane move around a bit before going to the hole in such a way that it will also push a truck in there. At the start of the game there is a slight confusion over who has which colour, because something went wrong in the game. Dream 2: Plane There's two people, one of them is a guy, the other I'm not sure about anymore. I think I'm just a non-present spectator. I feel like the dream was cartoonish, due to a certain drawing style. I can't shake the image of humanoid cartoon mouses, but I don't think that's really what my dream was like. The two are at sea, without a boat or something. A propellor plane is after them. They duck under water for a moment. At some point they are on very small deserted island which is only covered in grass, though I'm not sure when exactly that happened. The plane sends out a message in a Morse code kind of way. The guy does the same thing using a whistle. He is... part of an organisation and has a title. It's sort of like the army, cause he has a rank. He intends to commandeer the plane I believe. Yeah... good luck. I don't recall how that ended Dream 3: Shrimp girl I'm with a guy. Apparently we're friends. Something happened, but I can't recall what. After that we end up in an elevator with partially glass doors so that you can look outside. The rest is made out of metal. I walk in and out a number of times, causing the elevator to stay where it is. When I'm done and ready to go a few people (2 girls and a guy) approach who want to join. I make sure the doors stay open long enough for them to join. The elevator is spacious like a room. One of the girls (I think she's blond, black pants and a red coat, but somehow I'm not certain) is doing something weird on the floor, which is referred to as 'the shrimp'. The guy makes a mention of joining my friend and I to our home. Yeah don't think so. He says it in a joking kind of way, as if he's testing the waters. We're inside the train station in my mom's city. We're walking from the back side to the front. I'm talking with my friend. There was a vote about what we're gonna do or something and I say that I bet he voted for the anime/cartoon of which I can't remember the name, also not in the dream. He laughs and says he did. There are two sets of stairs near the front, both about 5 steps. In response to the shrimp, I wanna do something fun here. Take a short run-up and take off from the 2nd step to dive over the rest of the steps and glide like a penguin. I'm a bit socially conscious about it though, as every few seconds total strangers pass through the station. I don't recall actually doing it. Not sure if it was before or after the last paragraph. I'm walking outside the train station, but it doesn't look the way it should. Much, much more space is dedicated to bicycle racks. I walk over, past a girl with long dark hair and a dark/greyish outfit. I walk back and forth at least once, so I pass her at least twice. The last time I look at her, her hair is covering her face like the girl from The Ring, but not in a creepy way. At some point I start thinking in a way as if the others we met in the elevator are coming home with us. I wonder how far I could go with shrimp girl. I wouldn't do anything of course, since I have a girlfriend. But I wonder what could happen, as in how attractive am I to her. Again not sure when this happened. I'm walking towards and then past a train. The train is yellow and has a black text written on it. I forgot the exact phrasing, but it was in Dutch and basically said you are allowed to eat in that wagon. I start to think: aren't you always allowed to eat? I look through the windows as I walk past the train and see people sitting with small tables with food on it. Right before I walk past the wagon I start to think about my ex girlfriend, though I don't remember exactly what I was thinking of. Dream 4: Zombie apocalypse The zombie apocalypse has occurred. I'm rather calm, as if the situation isn't completely new. My cousin, my little brother and I need to get away from here. We're just outside of a house, no clue where specifically. I tell my little brother he needs to get his sleeping bag. We may also need another bicycle, so that we all have one. I ask my cousin for an item, but I find something better: a rope. A blue one. My cousin (and little brother perhaps) isn't too excited about the prospect of staying in the woods. Well suck it up, I'm thinking about our survival. Using the rope we can put our hammocks/sleeping bags in the air by tying them to trees. This way the zombies can't reach us. We can set up a perimeter by putting up a string with tin cans on them, so it will rattle if something passes. We can use thumbtacks to pin the string to trees to prevent slack. We need to make sure it's at the right height too. Too low and the cans hit the ground and won't rattle. Too high and things might crawl under it.
12/4/14 <snip earlier NLDs> Counting one LD for tonight though two lucid experiences of some kind plus one semi lucid to lucid one. During the first one was having trouble getting to sleep after WBTB and at some point (mark green for uncertainty of what this was, green normally used by me for semi-lucids) I felt like I was in my dream body and that there was a unusually good replication of snoring. I do a glottal RC since this feels like I'm dreaming that I'm in bed and I don't want to risk waking myself up. The RC shows that I'm asleep. I stay patient and there are announcements with an echo exactly like you would hear a train station . One of them said "Charlotte" and another one said "extension 4210." There was a lot of talking over this speaker system. I tried to visualize a train pulling up since this all seemed like an experience in the void and I seem to get one in a rather wispy way, not solid enough. I consider whether or not it could just be HH's but it felt like I was fully asleep and my glottal RC indicated that I was nowhere near awake and gave the result I expect when I'm asleep and dreaming. It feels like I'm both in this train station and in bed with my dream body though and I I try to roll out of bed but couldn't move and decided to wait a little bit longer and the audio continued. I wonder if this could be NREM. I sense again what feels like my dream body and it feels like I'm successful moving my dream hand a little bit so I try to roll out of bed again but then either wake up or have a false awakening. I'm quite sure it was a real awakening though with the noise I heard from my wife getting ready. Whatever that was I wanted to have a regular REM lucid but I probably should have just floated there in the emptiness for a while longer. I'm in my house walking around when I walk into a bathroom and there is a woman I don't recognize and I instantly realize that I'm dreaming and I decide too have some fun with her and she is agreeable to take off her top and has nice breasts. I did want a little different looking woman and when I look back up at the mirror she is a different woman thinner and more attractive in the face with smaller breasts. This woman takes a little more convincing to become naughty but eventually she agrees to remove her top which should have stayed off right? She replaced the DC standing in the same exact spot just before that had her top off. I enjoy her for a little while and decide to imagine the third woman and she also materializes but this is when it gets a little blurry or foggy and eventually leads to a convincing false awakening where I'm rushing to get out of the house I am late or close to being late. I'm gathering my gym bag and there is some stuff in there that somehow I forgot to wash. My wife and my son are here but for some reason my son is taking my car and I have to take the truck. My wife comes up and says there's a construction vehicle that says your vehicle is in the way and it looks like they're going to tow it. I know that I parked it in a legal spot and just because they're doing some work doesn't give them the right to tow my car so I go out there and I see the truck again and I wonder why again am I driving the truck and how am I even starting it...it is having mechanical problems? There's another vehicle pulling out from a neighboring parking spot heading towards the truck slowly. I know that the other car is not going to hit it but he does and pushes my vehicle and there is a mischievous look on the driver's face. As he gets to the other side of me and parks I noticed a baby carrier from his car and it is empty and this is the part that is semi lucid to fully lucid because I decided that this must be a dream and I'm going to pick up the baby carrier and use it to rough up this idiotic DC and I take number of swings before waking up. 242 12/3/14 <snip> Wake 5:15 very tired, game last night. To bed 11:50pm. Old neighborhood put two new blocks the streets look oddly vacant newer and lit up strangely in the daytime perhaps the way light looks when you have sunny rain. I'm with my father and apparently we bought a house on this block and I'm going down to check it out I get down to the end of the block and I've gone too far according to the numbers which are confusing but in hindsight may have been unusual and not in order as normal. a neighbor has a big screen TV outside their porch dark house. For some reason I'm avoiding detection by the neighbor perhaps it's not our house yet? I go to open the door and it is unlocked and I'm able to go in this is when I notice how extremely dark it is in there. (Memory gap or very odd transition) When leaving it is like I'm at an open house and other people are looking at the house and they asked for directions back to the freeway. I pull out my phone and the first application doesn't do a good job of pulling up the map so pull up Google Maps and I accidentally click on part of the map that's back near my current day home which delays me finding the information they need but then eventually I reset the map to current location and have a hard time determining my current location it keeps moving on the map but eventually settles but the person already gave up and I guess figured they would find their way back to the freeway. I follow out as well. I pass this big open area with lots of displays including a miniature display it said miniature people go here as if someone set it up each time. I go further down the sidewalk and see the group of people that were asking for directions and they are stopped talking and blocking the sidewalk it occurs to me to fly over them and that's when I fully realized I was dreaming. The scene is not unlike a festival scene with DC's everywhere. I fly low over the crowds of people looking around enjoying myself but I realize the dream feels a little unstable and I start to think about how I can keep it going and I decide to land and walk on the ground and it seems to stabilize a little but I should have taken it further and grab some grass or rub my hands because I didn't get to walk around very long before I felt myself back in bed and a little too uncomfortable to drop back in. 241 12/1/14 Did much more pre-bed in bed. Some insomnia but early LD before 355am wbtb. The earliest that I remember being lucid I am looking at a bright scene way down below and decide to fly there. Perhaps induced by "if I were lucid I would!" It takes longer to get there than expected and I just decide this is the place at an empty clearing in the woods. I decide there will be many women in the area I'm about to land. Next thing I remember I am in a #church #parkingLot showing off how far I can throw stones while lucid. We can hear my stone splash down in the pond that is way up there. Seem to lose lucidity as I explore the parking lot and find it really dark when following source of many people in the lot...the church exit. Later I show 2 people my device that shoots energy bursts and finally get it to work as the 2 drive off...I had to hold down the button longer. I'm on a motorcycle and losing track of them at an exit I don't know if they turned right at High Street or if they turned left to turn around on freeway. I miss the light and am revving on edge as two #police approach from my right and look at me like suspect I'm about to run red light then say "I can't believe that" later realizing they were talking about the street artist who is gambling in the street. He is known for painting feathery creatures in the street and may be Native American. 240 Tonight or last night? Remember eating a lot of things in dream and thinking how that was unusual for me. Weird clown-like guy that was pulling a prank this involves him pretending to stab himself and splashing blood all over the wall. Not scary but weird. 11/29/14 Setting up audio/video equipment just like last night IWL. No strong dreams to "meditate" on so I use SSILD 2nd night in a row. In hindsight, the previous night's was a rather typical realization for a DILD using SSILD. Tonight it seems that I was at the very beginning of the dream and realizing I am dreaming. There is a beautiful overlook down to a nighttime view of a city that I don't recognize. There is a wooden fence blocking part of the view and I float up and hang my arms over the fence to get a better view when the visuals start fading. I start chewing on the fence and have a little trouble with it but before long feel myself uncomfortable in bed needing to change position but optimistic about reentering a dream lucid but got sidetracked with waking activities so no worries. 239 Actually back to SSILD for all of these nights except the early LD on 12/1.
11.10.2014Sniping & Ripping Someone's Head Off (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID This is a very disturbing dream simply because for the first time in a long time, there was something I did that would be very graphic, and maybe gore-y to some extent. I’m bending my knees at a hiding point within a train station of some sort. The atmosphere consists mostly of a milky sepia toned overlay, along with subtle hints of brown, and dark mustard gold components as well. There’s a contrast of very cool colors like blue, green, and violet to the left of me. But what’s really important is what’s located to the right of me. Based on my emotions, I felt as if I was having to mentally prepare myself for doing something very bold. Apparently, it was to assassinate an elderly man that’s onboard a speeding train, and I have to use a sniper rifle in order to kill him. It seems this was suitable for some reason due to how noisy the train may be, which would mask out the sound of the sniper rifle shots. I can’t recall what kind of clothing I was wearing in particular, but I presumed it had to be very light in order for me to traverse around the area quickly and efficiently just in case I needed another reference point to shoot form. And I believe there was someone right beside me that would be my backup/partner/comrade, but I didn’t pay too much attention to them, even when being aware of my peripheral vision on the right side. It made sense since all I could focus on was the target at hand. I wasn’t sure why I was doing this, and it felt as if I was just playing the typical video game where the character has to shoot down some grandiose villain who happens to be proficient in Black Marketing with Uranium, or some other atomically potent weapon of mass destruction. I noticed that I seem to be at a perfect angle in order to take several shots at once with the rifle. Imagine being aware right where you’re at now, and knowing you’re bracing your back against the intersection of two walls that would be going out in a “V” formation expanding away from you. Now imagine the scenery shifting from a sepia tone overly, to one consisting of cool colors (e.g., turquoise, violet, green). This will be crucial in distinguishing what would be an implied “actual time and space” setting with the cool colored overly, and the sepia tone that would imply that time would be put to a halt while I’m able to move freely at “normal speed” compared to the space surrounding me. I noticed what looked like your casual train going through a linear track system is coming very soon, and I seem to fluctuate between controlling time a little bit, and going through trial-and-error of how I would land my shots. As the train gets closer, maybe 50-100 feet away from my location, I prepare the rifle, and zoom into a first person perspective, and it seems I have auto-assist in the dream or something. Because it’s automatically shifting my aim sights to the head and chest region of the elderly looking man I’m here to kill. He’s fairly tall, maybe 5’9’’ - 5’11’’. He’s wearing a milky violet-blue dress shirt with some kind of dark blue-ish violet upside down triangle material in the interaction of the V formation his attire is exhibiting. He’s wearing a milky blue suit on top of that dress shirt that is covered up by the buttoned-up suit, and is wearing pants of similar color to the suit. He seems to be at least within his late 40s, early 50s, but his body composition was deceiving as it implied that he could be very flexible and agile, and yet still have a powerful existence at the same time. He’s just casually standing around inside of the train. Within the train, the lighting consists of watery-lime green overlays, and somehow the attire the old man is wearing makes it easier to track him down. Not questioning the weird logic behind this, I prepare to take a shot, and as I’m shifting my awareness to first person perspective, time is slowing down for me. I seem to be fluctuating in visuals of sepia tone, and the cooler color tone I mentioned recently for this dream. Everything seems to be connecting, and I have my sights dead-on at this guy’s head, and if not, neck and upper chest region. I make no hesitation, and made my first shot that creates a very linear white smoking stream that’s akin to what you may see in a Halo game. Just as I was expecting him to fall flat on the ground, it seems that I either missed, or he has an existence that seem impregnable to whatever damage is done to him, or he has a bullet proof vest that can withstand the impact of a sniper bullet coming straight at him at a high velocity. I almost panicked a little bit simply because he would now be aware of his surroundings, and try to find the location of where the shot came from. Fortunately, he was in his own state of shock, twisting his upper region along with his head, arms and fingers, left and right as he’s anatomically allowed to move to. And because the train is slowly moving into my limit of making a sniper shot, I somehow made time go even slower, and shifted myself quickly to another reference point to shoot from, and this time, I was able to fire 3-4 shots into the chest area of the man. But even with this ability to slow time down, and also how the gravity works as well when I’m moving, nothing is working. For some reason, I decided to do something very unorthodox, and I can’t remember how I did it exactly. Somehow, I threw away the sniper rifle altogether since its weight would probably drag me down tremendously. Then I made a very quick dash to the left side of the train, and found some way to get inside the train. From this point on, it seems I had better control of coordinating my dream body movements compared to the previous aiming that felt like I was just a spectator gently guiding the aiming for the dream body I’m looking from a third person behind the back perspective. Taking advantage of the time manipulation, I somehow get the old man to be pushed out of the train through the windows, or something to that effect. I immediately jump off just seconds after he’s thrown onto the left side of the train tracks. The environment turns back to a sepia tone overly once more, and I guide my hands towards the back of the man’s face. And then used as much centripetal force, along with making a downward curve that would end in me having my left knee bent in a tilted L-shape, and my right kneed on the ground, to decapitate the guy’s head off. The moment this happened, the scene shifts to people looking through the window, and a few taking their upper region and heads out of the window in surprise of what was going on. One dream character I seemed to have recalled decently had a weird M-shaped mustache that was very curly and long. He looked more like a pirate rather than a person with a casual shirt and pants attire. The main colors of his outfit consisted of red with gold trimming, along with a white dress shirt underneath the red suit. I’m surprised as well on what I did to this guy just now, and this reaction seems to prompt me to shift my awareness elsewhere.
I'm on my bed playing with a camera, trying to take pictures of a city park in front of me, when a dark mist covers part of some trees. The image on the LCD looks very dreamy to me. Then I tell a DC on my side "it looks like it is a dreamscape". I try to get more pictures of it, until the the haze is to dark and the images turn in black. I get exited because of the possibility to get dreamscapes with this camera, then I point to a door on my left, by moving just the image on the screen with a smooth movement of my hands (it looked more like a 1st person game motion). When I press the button, I see the illumination of the image like the sun is moving really fast until I get a beautiful photo of a tree with its roots coming out of a wall next to a door. It's filled in blue and green colors besides the dreamy shadows. I'm fascinated when the DC turns into my wife and she tells me that we have to go somewhere. I want to take more pictures, when I notice I'm pointing a window in front of me. I put the camera down and I realize it's a known dreamscape in the outside! I tell her "Wow, there it is, it's THAT dreamworld I love the most!! I stand up from my bed to see an abandoned train station in the outside and tell her: "There is the old train station!!..." Then I take one more picture. I hear the sound of an analog camera when I press the button. I look around to realize the whole dreamscape, I'm simply fascinated! My wife doesn't seem to get interested at all, and she starts pulling me to go. I ask her to wait a little. I just want to go out of this dark room and explore, because I'm starting to realize what it means (it's a dream). Then she holds me from my genitals and squeeze them. That hurts and I'm thinking for what to do to get rid off her. I wonder about the pain, and she insists to take me out from here. I complain about it in a friendly way, trying to see the situation as something funny, but it's hurting me... Finally, I'm lying on the floor, with the camera on my hands with my wife pulling me from my genitals... then I wake up thinking perhaps she has something interesting to say or do...
Updated 05-01-2014 at 08:33 AM by 18736
(Had a brief nap this afternoon to make up for lost sleep and had this dream. It was remarkably well-formed compared to my usual napping dreams.) The dream begins with a short fragment involving a room similar to my current university accommodation, which is connected to some form of multi-level arena in a black environment. It is possible the whole thing is a video game of some sort. This quickly ends and shifts to the dream proper. I am visiting some form of day-care/community centre that I have apparently been attending regularly ever since I was a young child as part of my extra-curricular activities. Unlike all of the previous times I have visited, I am promptly called aside and informed that there was a hidden agenda to the centre the whole time. It turns out that all of the activities in the centre have in fact been a form of training, and the centre is a facility at which they train secret agents and arm them with technology that can produce almost paranormal effects and abilities. As we tour the underground areas of the facility I am told that all of the uninformed subjects are periodically given tests in which they are exposed to shocking or otherwise psychological scenarios to measure their reaction, after which they are given an amnesiac which wipes their memory of the incident. Taking all of this remarkably calmly, I state the logical conclusion that I have also undergone these tests and don't remember them. I am then shown a tape of who I assume to be a very young version of myself being shown a video of some sort (though I wasn't able to identify the content of the video). In the tape I appeared disturbed by what I was watching, but was able to make it through the whole thing. I inquire as to why the amnesiac is used, to which the researcher explains that the psychological evaluation is based on the assumption that the subject is experiencing the scenario for the first time, not knowing the content nor the existence of the test itself in advance, to allow for comparing changes as the subject ages. I then proceed to perform what I assume to be some form of agility test in which I carry a tray of items down the hallway we just walked through without dropping them. The dream shifts and I am sitting with several people who I assume are other subjects who have been informed of the situation next to a large blast door similar to the ones in the corridor I was walking through in the last scene (it may be the same location, but I am not certain). The other subjects are laughing at a form they discovered - it appears to be some form of alias sheet in which an agent can design a new identity for upcoming missions, but it has been filled out with a rather childish description of some kind of monkey-themed superhero, possibly by one of the younger subjects. I point out to the other subjects that despite the author not being present he may be in another 'instance' of the same room (for this scene it is as if we are in an online game in which only some of the users are present in any particular instance - I think I also catch a glimpse of a list of online users partway through), and briefly contemplate to myself whether or not the author in the other instance would be able to observe the sheet of paper floating around as the other subjects hold it. The dream shifts again and I encounter another subject who has been turned into a child as a prank by way of a body-altering edible substance the facility has developed. They are visibly put off by this, but to my knowledge the effect can be reversed. After a short scene shift I enter a gym in which another subject promptly explains to me that the child had been an arrogant jock and he wanted to get back at him somehow. He also explains that he used the substance on himself to give himself a more athletic body as some form of poetic justice. He makes a comment to me as he leaves (which I am no longer able to remember) and I respond in the affirmative, before promptly eating some of the substance myself that I had been carrying around (it taking the form of a pinch of sugar-tasting grains that I had been carrying on a spoon) for an unclear reason - it is possible I had been intending to use it on him but changed my mind, or that I ate it to hide it, but neither is certain. I change, but I wake up before I am able to accurately observe what I look like. Partway through the dream I had a dream fragment in which I was walking through an airport or train station of some kind while on a family trip, though I am unable to place it chronologically within the dream.
Updated 11-20-2013 at 02:48 AM by 44125
I'm in the passenger seat of a car with my cousin Russ and friends. As we're about to come to a stop, he bumps into a pedestrian. The pedestrian is pissed off, and punches the car. Russ gets out of the car to fight the guy, and I see another guy with the pedestrian and he's tall black and solid. I get out too help Russ, and I go straight too the black guy. We're now in more of an open space and I use my speed and agility to my advantage, where I punch someone then quickly move out of their range so they can't hit me. Except I took the move away to another level, I would hit then run 10 metres away. I would repeat this process. I focused on fighting the pedestrian. I was running away to bide some time for Russ, so he could get away. It's time for me to bail out of this fight, and I see a few booths that look like buses, and give you the option to choose 1 of 4 or so doors. I assume that Russ and the others are in one of these booths and I didn't have any idea which one they were in. I decide to just run away. I realise I'm at a train station, which is like a locked in community. The only way to get in and our of the station was through clearance. I don't have a phone and don't remember any ones phone number to call, so I can meet up with them. I reach an area where you depart from and as I'm about to enter through the the door, I hear an announcement saying about the incident I was involved in earlier. The video was being shown in the room I was about to enter. The video made me and Russ out to be the bad guys. I have to find another way out and try another way out. I'm in another area, where I see quite a few people. I walk passed Kristy (Barnetts EX) and they say hi as I pass and I throw my up and wave over my head while I keep walking. I see buses on the other side of the fences and I look to see if I could scale the fence to escape.
This LD was the first of two from the morning of 9/17/2013. Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #147: Train Station Cafe I'm in a wood-panelled room looking at some kind of device with Wife and a woman that I think is NyxCC. It's a small wooden box about the size of a cigar box with a mirror-like screen on it when you flip the lid open. There's a big window to our left with a view of an endless forest. After we're through looking at the device, we walk down a long hallway into an area that looks a bit like a train station. NyxCC and Wife are talking animatedly about types of art projects they both like to work on. On our left is a busy cafe with walls made entirely of glass, and we step inside to find a table. NyxCC and Wife sit down at a table, leaning forward, elbows on the table, still talking about this art thing they're into. Before I sit down, I realize that I've forgotten something back in the room we just came from. I turn to leave just as I notice that NyxCC's jaw looks thinner and longer than it did a moment ago. I think about this as I'm preparing to exit the cafeteria, trying to think whether Nyx looks different than she used to. The whole thing makes me think of lucid dreaming and a quick burst of critical thinking makes me lucid. I turn back to look at the crowd, but Wife and Nyx have both vanished. I see one of our friends "LS" seated at a tall but narrow circular table nearby, but as I scan the crowd and return my eyes to this table, LS has turned into my four-year-old son "E", sitting by himself in some kind of boosted chair. I walk up to E's table and say, "Hey buddy, I'm dreaming." "Uh-huh!" he responds, emphasizing the second syllable. I grip the edge of the table with my hands, trying to draw out as much vividness as possible from the scene. My hands are a strange color, slightly pinkish. The table feels just like a cool, laminate table edge like you'd find in a fast food restaurant. I look up to see a waiter watching me, along with E. I reach down and grab the table by its leg. "I want you to see what you can do in dreams," I say, pumping the table up and down over my head. "I can make it float away if I want to." For some reason, the ceiling is high above us, maybe a hundred feet up. The table floats upward for a while and then awkwardly disappears. I look down to get one more glimpse of E and the water staring at me before I fall into the void. I rub my hands together then reach forward to see what's here. My hands land on what feels like the shoulders of a woman wearing a strapped dress. She's moving around a bit and seems like she might be trying to communicate or interact but none of it is getting through to me. I get a vague vision of her as a woman in her mid-30s with long brown hair, but before I can see her face, I wake up.
Angel Falls!! Finally on the scoreboard for Task of the Year! Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #119: Angel Falls Wife and I are driving in a car through a field. Somehow, we believe that we're experiencing her brother's future and what will become of his life. The mood is relaxed and exploratory -- we're journeying with of a sense of curiosity rather than concern or foreboding. I veer off on a path that goes to the left. "Not that way! The zoo is this way!" Wife grabs the wheel and yanks it back so that we're going straight once more. We follow this dirt path for a while before emerging onto a suburban street. Somehow we're now pushing a big lawnmower rather than driving a car. The left side of the street is taken up by an angry-looking giant while the right side is littered with "doggy clean-up bags" that are filled with poop. Wife thinks that we should steer toward the poop bags and I think we should head for the giant because the poop will be too gross on the lawnmower wheels. We're not sure what to do, and as I examine the situation, I realize that this has to be a dream. I'm slightly unclear on what happens from here, but I know that I was lucid for a good while, flew, found our 4-year-old son "E", and lost lucidity. Much later I'm walking through a train station with E when I remember how recently I was dreaming and realize that I still am. "[E]", I say, "I'm dreaming." "That's a lucid dream!" he responds, and hops a little bit. "That's right, buddy," I tell him. "Come with me outside. Remember that you can do everything that I can do." (I'm speaking to E, but mostly trying to remind myself.) I'm holding E's hand, and together we start flying toward the exit. A few DCs glance at us as we fly, but most ignore us. For no reason in particular, my flight momentum cuts out, but I focus on the street outside, thinking, We're out there now. Now we're moving through the air again. I hear a DC shout "No!" and a hand grabs my ankle. For a moment this slows us down, but I think Bullshit, we're flying just fine... and right away we're moving perfectly again. We land outside on a peaceful street scene. It's cobblestoned with no cars, just pedestrians. A river runs through the center of the road, running past the obelisk of a town square on our right, flowing toward a bay that's on our left. We follow the river, which grows broader and flows under a bridge before ultimately joining the bay. I decide that this river is perfect. This is the place where Angel Falls will be. I turn back toward the distant town square and shout to the crowd: "This is Angel Falls! It's right here at the end of this river." And I unironically add, "Watch meee!" From behind me I hear the thundering of a massive waterfall. Now when I look back toward the bay, everything looks strange. The original river is standing still, almost like time has stopped. But now there's a second, wilder river running right beside it. The bay has dropped completely out of sight, like we're at the top of a mesa. E and I fly over the calm river toward this new river and I can see it -- the top of an enormous waterfall! This is it! I land close to the waterfall, realize that I'm no longer holding E's hand, and look for him. I want him to come with me, but I won't wait long. I'm too desperate to complete this task! Fortunately he's just behind me. "[E], hurry!" I tell him. "We're going over this waterfall!" He doesn't hesitate, scurrying up to the waterfall and leaping off in a clumsy-looking froggy posture. I plunge over the side, just behind him. I'm freefalling now, soaked and yelling with excitement. I'm speeding toward a vast, green valley below me. I make no attempt to control my descent, move, or do anything apart from enjoy the sensation of falling through this curtain of water. Suddenly I hit a pool of water below and instantly enter the void. I can still feel water all around me and for a moment I think about trying to reemerge. But no -- I did what I wanted to do. Time to wake up.
Updated 07-15-2013 at 06:41 PM by 57387
Dark Souls-ish Dream - The Lost Gun Genre: Dark Fantasy Legnth: Medium Lucid Non-Lucid I am standing in a large central hub of a dark, twisted world. This hub is essentially a gorgeous train station, however it is ancient and crumbling. Vendors of all sorts of goods are set up throughout the train station, and other "players" are scattered around, talking to each other. I stand in front of a bandaged vendor, and from what little skin shows I can tell that he has been horribly burned at some point in his life. He has just improved my favorite gun. A gorgeous, ivory-plated six-shooter, with an extended barrel and runic carvings throughout. Its a classic pistol, flint-lock and like something out of the revolutionary war. I really don't know anything about guns, but somehow I knew plenty in this dream... I have just spent tons of this universes currency on him improving it, and I am excited to try it out. A "player" - someone that I know is another adventurer and survivor like me - comes to the same vendor, smiling. She has white hair, a reoccuring theme three nights in a row for me. I smile back, and put my gun on the table to pay the vendor. He thanks me for the business in a gravelly, damaged voice, and I reach down for my gun to go test it out. Its gone. Looking around, I see the white haired woman making her way quickly out of the Station, pushing past players and looking about anxiously. That bitch just stole my beloved gun! I run back and buy another, totally un-upgraded pistol in haste. It will have to do. I holster it next to my musketeer sword, my other weapon, and chase after her. She sees me hot on her tail, and breaks into a run, choosing to go the way of the sewers. As I run after her through the muck - phantoms materialize out of no where in the shape of british red-coat sailors. I fence with them quickly, knocking one blade aside, and putting a few bullets into his back. I leave the other one and run after the thief once more. I finally catch sight of her as I reach the end of the sewer. Many more red-coats have formed behind me, but I pay them no mind. She enters a door that looks very much like an old schoolhouse door, and I crash in after her. The Schoolhouse and Skrillex As I crash into the door, I find myself in a gutted school room, also looking dusty and ancient. My girlfriend is asleep on one of the beds, and I actually notice that it seems to be more of an infirmary than anything, though I know she isn't sick. I forget my quest for the gun instantly, and I lay down to go to sleep. Before I can, there is a knock on the door, and a girl I recognize from my college campus asks if her and her friend can come sleep because of some strange situation I can't remember. My girlfriend shrugs so I say yes, and she proceeds to bring about thirty people into our room. So much for one friend? One of the kids begins to play a Skrillex song (a dubstep music artist), and I tell him that I have some nice speakers in my room (which I do). I take his iPod and then realize that the remix of the Skrillex song doesn't actually exist... Wait... Is this a dream? I think to myself, as my alarm goes off. Phew! That dream was a doozie, and I was ALMOST LUCID! Gahhh. I think I was way too tired to lucid dream though, as I was already starting to fall asleep at 9PM and ended up finally going to bed at 1:30AM More to come tomorrow!
I only remember two short, not very detailed dreams from last night. Blah. DREAM #1: I’m in a train station. I think I’m trying to figure out what train I’m supposed to be on but I can’t figure it out. Or I miss the train. Something along those lines. This isn’t the first time I’ve had a dream about missing a train, being on the wrong train, etc. DREAM #2: I’m at a grocery store, and I’m trying to buy my groceries. I’m trying to use my debit card to pay for my groceries, but I find out I don’t have enough money on it. I have a separate ATM card for my savings account, and for some reason I think I can use that to pay, but I can’t. I feel disappointed and realize I’ll have to put back all the groceries I was going to buy.
8:14 a.m. 1: underwater zoo. Everything's wet. Slide. Animals. Marine life. Friends. Felt homely. "Leave my love alone." Dark. Afternoon. 2: A train station. Dark. Abandoned train station. Walking. A train is about to pass. Crossed. There's another train on the other side. A friend fell. Thought he was stuck. He was not. Relieved. He shouted RUN. We did, but why? He said go upstairs. Why? Won't we be trapped there? Why not down? There seems to be light outside. Upstairs. Dark. There were dolls. Or hanged people. Decoration. Torture chamber? Parallel. I stayed behind. The two went up. The train's light disintegrates flesh. I'm a robot. I am fine. The people in the train asked me what my program was. Stay at home. Look for job. The two upstairs watched from the dark. They're safe.
07.24.2012Burnt Toast (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I see my Uncle and older cousin again. They were talking about something, and throughout the whole dream, I smell slightly burnt toast. (I didn't know what there was actually a burnt toast smell spreading around the house I'm at for vacation in Florida as yet). My older cousin is cooking two pieces of bread, and he has another pan to the left that's heating up some butter that's already in the liquid phase (I'm assuming he took a block of butter in the fridge and let it simmer a bit until it melted). The same pan he's melting the butter in, I believe it is tilted to the left, so that all the butter would be allocated in one spot, probably so he can poor the butter with ease, without having to worry too much on grease that might accumulate on the pan. While he's waiting, I notice he looks kind of tired, or maybe he looks depressed. His facial composition is slightly droopy in all areas, and he doesn't look too happy that he has to put some toast on a skillet. My uncle then shows up finally to sit next to my older cousin. My uncle queried my cousin about something related to the toast, but I couldn't remember. The burnt toast smell gets stronger and stronger, and my eyes immediately open, and I really DO SMELL BURNT TOAST IN THE HOUSE. I realize that I haven't been burned alive as yet, so I calmed down. I look at the timer I had for the alarm, and I woke up 25 minutes before it actually rings. Hahahaha, interesting dream, thanks subconscious, for telling me there was burnt toast. Maybe now I can float above shark infested waters, and doze off a bit, and trust that my mind is going to help me wake up and realize I should get the hell out of those waters....hahahahaha. I feel like I'm laughing at myself sometimes. _________________________ 07.24.2012Sonic and Knuckles? (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I only remember either Sonic or Knuckles carry the other while flying....without Tails being the one holding them up like in Sonic Heroes. That was weird... _________________________ 07.24.2012Train Station Security (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I only remember going through some security after getting off a train stop. I take the time to make sure I'm going through the right place to get scanned, and I think I went to the wrong section. The security man simply told me that I needed to go back, and I quickly complied with his order and wait there for a few seconds to pass through with no worries.
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