non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening Working at a new office. Me and colleagues are in charge of setting up the furniture but we fail to comply with our boss suggestions. On top of that, I accidentally cut the electricity that goes to his table. Me and mom we moved to a new unsafe neighborhood. We are at the window and we watch a couple being mugged and the thieves taking their groceries. My mom says she also thinks she heard a girl asking for help at the parking lot nearby. We go check. we find signs that something appears to have been dragged through the ground but we don't see a soul. Then the thieves we saw before come by and I tell them to go away because I know martial arts. I have an umbrella and think about using it as weapon. They guys don't know if they believe me, so one approaches me and I strike. But I don't train for a while and I am afraid I might not keep going so well if they insist. Luckily they are convinced and they let me go unharmed. But my mom is frozen by fear and I basically have to drag her home.
I saw several design sketches for a character. I knew it to be Claire, and I knew it was the future. Maybe the '30s. She was standing in the street. It was nighttime and raining. She had a futuristic umbrella with a shaft that lit up. Her clothing was era-appropriate. A stylish black/dark grey trench coat.
Morning of July 28, 2015. Tuesday. I enter apex lucidity and allow a generic cafe to form (a typical setting in this state) and allow it to transform in various ways and various color schemes until it stabilizes without using any affirmations or practiced mental forms. I decide to remain passive as some fairly interesting umbrellas form. However, instead of walking around until I trip over something and fall forward out of the state (in a hypnic jerk) I find myself rotating the angle until everything is upside down. I watch the umbrella turn and it reminds me of a carousel for some reason (though no actual carousel appears, or rather, the umbrella does not change that dramatically as features sometimes do regarding wherever the attention flows). Two unknown girls appear from the periphery of my perspective and seem to enjoy the “umbrella carousel” ride. I think it might be better to just change it into a carousel (and perhaps even right side up) but I do not. For some reason, the gravity seems lighter in this location. Other random characters appear and disappear over time. I vaguely notice people walking upside-down on the “ceiling” (sidewalk) below but I do not feel disoriented. The umbrella cycles through several different styles and colors over time with only happy and passive emotions expressed. I am not that concerned about the world being “upside-down” above me. (I do not feel upside-down as in past dreams where I did different types of maneuvers - it seems of “normal” orientation.) After about fifteen minutes, the focus shifts into a different dream state where I am in bed (as I am in reality) in our home on W Street. A toy flying saucer, seemingly the same one from the old “Uhny Uftz” episode of “The Dick Van Dyke Show” (first seen at age four on September 29, 1965 in La Crosse) but probably about one-fourth the size, is bumping against the light bulb in the ceiling in the living room (where there is not one in reality as the socket had disintegrated a few years ago) like a moth would do, not doing any damage to either itself or the bulb. I think of my mind as being four and clearly remember thinking the voice from the episode was saying “Oomy Oops” (even hearing my four-year-old voice say it vaguely, or perhaps it was actually my youngest son). That amuses me for a short time, but not for long and I catch myself wandering how I got to that point.
Date: August 19, 2013 Method: MILD & WBTB (hoping for a DILD) Total Hours of Sleep: around 8-9 Dreamed I was eating at a very fancy restaurant. and I ordered the food and after a long wait, the food still hasn't arrived. Our waitress does come to our table, but she says we have to pay a small portion of our bill now before we will be able to get our food. We argued with the waitress, but was so hungry, we paid $25.00 up front hoping that this will help in hurrying up with our dinner. The waitress came to our table shortly after paying, but she did not come with food. Instead, the waitress had a Louis Vuitton umbrella and said that we can have that for the time being (this dream sign went right past me!). I'm not sure if the umbrella was edible, but I raised holy hell to the waitress demanding our food. The waitress was adamant about keeping the umbrella and assured us that the umbrella was a Louis Vuitton (instead of ensuring us the food was coming). I started arguing with my date, but the more I tried to rationalize with him, the angrier he got with me. I couldn't understand why he was mad at me? He was just yelling and yelling...and then I woke up. When I woke up, I heard people yelling and realized the yelling I heard in my dream was really my husband yelling at my son about the trash not being taken out this morning! I hopped out of bed and asked them what the f*ck is going on in here! Both of them looked at me like I was crazy and told me they didn't mean to wake me up with their yelling and for me to go back to sleep. Damn them!
Updated 08-20-2013 at 12:09 AM by 62703
Total sleep time: 7.5 hrs Dream quality and recall: dreams were vivid, but I was too alert. The situation was made worse by neighbors and other sounds from nearby individuals. I was looking forward to some nice sleep but got interrupted many times, ruining chances of proper ld and fragmenting recall. Pre bed: Q10, fish oil WBTB: lecithin Fragment1: once again, I recall that I was lucid, but it was in my first REMs, so I just remember many people, and perhaps looking at them made me lucid. This is so annoying. Dream2: At grandma's place, in one of the drawers I find a small golden box with Chinese letters on it. I open it and there are some buddhist things that change to earrings and then an ancient necklace. The necklace reminds me of those worn by Amazon tribes. I myself am not dressed at least above the waist and my hair is like that of a member of that tribe, cut short and colored brown reddish, very thick. I put on that necklace and comment on how well it goes with my hairstyle and lack of clothes. Fragment3: I am in the supermarket with dad. There are two sections where the veggies are, that we have bought from another place, so I wonder, how we are going to go pass the cashier and explain they belong to us and we don't need to pay for them. Our veggies look a bit strange, but I explain to myself that it is because they are Chinese? There are also some cute cactuses, I cannot eat those... Fragment4: I am watching a black and white music video where two girls are flirting with each other. They are actually underwater, and I wonder how are they able to sing. As I wake up, I still hear the music from the video in my head. WBTB: took lecithin, remembered to RC, which is good! I was a bit sleepy, only 4 mins out of bed, so when I returned I did some serious mantra repetition, which unfortunately woke me up too much. I tried cycling, but only did one cycle, because I was getting nervous. It took me about half an hour to fall asleep. Fragment5: I am in my grandma's place again, I am supposed to be some kind of receptionist Fragment6: FA, I wake up in our bed, and things start to get sexy with bf Fragment7: FA, I want to induce a lucid, so I take another tablet of fish oil Fragment8: bf's mom has made an amazing fruit cake, with whatever leftovers she found. I comment it must have taken her at least four hours to prepare it. It is delicious. Dream9: I am observing some kind of glass wall that is supposed to protect the beach from huge waves. I am staring the ocean in front of me, and see large waves rising, up to the moment they get huge. I climb a hill to get away from the high water. I then enter something that looks like our old place and begin packing my things, putting everything in a suitcase, to protect it from the water. Fragment10: In a room, there are lots of umbrellas and I am trying to identify which one is mine Note to self: I really have to remember to RC when waking up, I seem to be getting more FAs recently.
Updated 05-26-2013 at 09:47 PM by 61764
I dreamed I was at a pizza place... sort of. There were children who spoke Old English learning modern English with some sort of weird alphabet system, and machines that made snowballs, and everybody was having snowball fights. Then I went into the school, which became a pizza place. Then I was at a coffee/tea shop that only served tea that was friendly to your kidneys and had a lot of info on kidney health and which teas were good or bad for you. I had a string hanging from my mouth that was attached to my gums somehow, or part of them. I wanted to pull it off but was afraid I'd hurt myself and it would hurt. The pizza/tea place had tables with umbrellas, even if it was inside, so I stole one and dragged it outside. I was in kind of a strip mall place. I went out to the bus stop but it was pouring, so I dragged my table/umbrella with me. The bus was already passing as I was getting to the stop, so I waved my arms and yelled so the bus driver would see me. As I stepped onto the bus, I became lucid. I didn't do much in this lucid except practice maintaining lucidity. I sat down and looked around and reminded myself to remain aware. The dream was going in and out of focus - sometimes it would be clear, sometimes it would be blurry with little detail. I practiced bringing the DCs around me into focus and was able to give some of them faces. There was a youngish asian kid and a grandmother with a young boy. I practiced changing my own clothes (I changed into a red polka dotted bikini). I tried to summon Robert Downey, Jr. but was unable. Mostly, I just rode the bus around and worked on staying aware. When I felt things fading, I would periodically remind myself to stay aware. I think this whole thing lasted 15-20 minutes of me just riding the bus around. I made it day and watched light shine through the windows and cast shapes on the floor... then I made it night again, then I made it rain. I woke up in a puddle of drool. I guess I was concentrating a bit too hard... haha
At the beach, in the water. There was a lot of stuff in the water, like umbrellas and surfboards. I found my dog and picked him up. Afterwards, I found my brother and mom (must've let my dog go). They were trying to figure out what a button on an umbrella meant. It had a picture of a sun on it. I told them it made the bells on the end stay up, and they tried it. It did. A guitar floated by. I picked it up and played a few chords. Despite it being underwater, it sounded as clear as it should. I was better than I should've been, I wasn't even pressing down the right strings and it still sounded good.*
Dream - Lucid I was sitting at a desk in a classroom with many other people, lots of them I knew from high school. The desks were all set up in this huge square. We were taking the GRE. It was very quiet in the room, of course, as we all bubbled in answers on our papers. There was a test proctor walking around keeping time (it's a timed test). During this time, I remember looking across the room and seeing Rob, this guy I went to high school with. I knew he had taken the test quite a few times because he kept doing poorly. We then had a break to all get up and go use the bathroom and such. I then remember sitting back down, this time I feel like I was sitting around the area that Rob had been sitting. I remember my high school friend Sara being there as well, though her hair was shorter than I remember. We were about to take the writing portion of the test. I went through the opinion/argumentative writing part, and felt just fine about it. Time was called, and then we started the next writing portion, analyzing an argument, a part of the test where you have to be able to read a simple argument, and pick out its fallacies. The short argument was on the paper in quotations, bigger print and italics. I don't remember what it said exactly, but I spent a lot of time thinking about what to write. I had been nervous about this part of the test to begin with. During this time, I actually remembered that this was supposed to be a computer-based test now, not paper-based, but I just didn't worry too much about it. I wrote a couple of sentences on my notebook paper, but then erased them. Someone close by to me warned me they were about to call time. Not two seconds later, the test proctor called time. Fuck! I didn't have anything written! I was going to have to take it again. The score was going to be completely unacceptable to any of the graduate programs I wanted to attend. I then was in the same room again, retaking the test. The same group of people was in there. I don't remember details of this part. Then, the tests were taken up when we were done. They were put in colored folders, I seem to remember purple being one, on this bin/shelf that looked like it was in my closet, but it wasn't my closet? Weird. Well, I wanted to see mine and maaaybe correct some things on it if I could, but I knew that was cheating, and I'm sure they kept a close eye on them. I kind of thumbed through them, but didn't make any corrections. I was afraid I'd get in trouble just for touching the tests. I remember seeing the bin/shelf of results throughout the rest of the dream. ~ I was with my friend Mike and some other people. We were in some video game. I don't know what our mission was, but it involved getting some items to someone behind a big door at the back of the bar. The door was inaccessible unless we had these items. We were in an old, dark, dilapidated bar sometime in the distant future. There was all this swamp area inside of it that would kill us if we touched it. I don't remember who touched it first, if it was me or someone I was with, but we all ended up just jumping in the swamp. I remember thinking it would hurt to die, but it didn't. I remember floating down into the swamp, feeling a little weird, and then, we were alive again inside the bar. We then saw the bar as it had been thousands of years prior. It had a few people in it, and looked brighter and, of course, it wasn't worn out and dilapidated. There was also no swamp area. We went up to the bar and the bar tenders, I remember for sure one was a woman, said something to us. Then, it started to age in fast motion. I watched out a window as the trees outside withered and died (apparently this was the end of the world or something), and the light looked more and more orange, like a sunset. The bar was then the same swampy bar we had originally walked into. There were still people tending bar, but they were, of course, not the same people as when the bar was young. One of the girls that was with us reached behind the bar for these orange drinks. I remember us falling into the swamp again, and this time, I was more prepared for the feeling. I again saw the swamp around me, and the people I was with falling inside the swamp as I was. We were then alive again in the bar shortly after falling into the swamp. I remember something about us having to collect hairpins for some reason? I don't know if we ever did, but I remember it having something to do with our mission. ~ I was with Mike again, but this time, it was just us. We were 15 years old again for some reason, but we knew we had been older before. It was weird. We were outside on a sunny day, and Mike wanted to find some booze. I asked him if he wanted beer, liquor, or wine, and proceeded to explain where we could find each of them. I don't remember what he said, but we went to go look. We approached this extremely windy tunnel, and Mike had the idea to get out this black umbrella so we could block the wind with it (it was kind of video-gamey here). We opened the umbrella, put it out in front of us to block the wind, and slowly walked through the tunnel. You could see the white wisps of wind around us, again, like you probably would in a video game. We finally made it out to the other side, and the umbrella was tattered and torn. But we made it out! Then, we were in some bar, and asked for a bottle of some kind of booze, I can't quite remember which, though I think it was liquor. "How old are you?" the bartender asked. I had my ID out just in case. "15" replied Mike. Lolwut. He isn't going to sell it to us now, idiot! He then went back to get us our liquor. HUH?!? That should NOT have worked! We then saw him getting our liquor, and another male bartender, who was apparently pissed at for some reason, spit inside the bottle before giving it to the original bartender to give to us. Ewww. He then gave us the bottle of liquor. I tried to take a swig of the amber liquor, but it was mostly slimy, like spit. I spit some of it out, and took another. The same thing happened. It rested in my mouth for a second before I decided to swallow it. Just the idea that I had drank someone else's saliva was gross, but I didn't puke or spit it out this time. I guess when you're 15 and you find liquor, you just take what you can get. ~ Weird half-asleep dream this morning. I was inside some volcano that was going to erupt the next day; it was inevitable. Spock from Star Trek was building this very small (and when I say small, think a child's playhouse) building out of small, square, crumpled white pieces of paper. I saw many were not squared off, so with my mind, I squared them off. It was all then white wicker instead? Other Star Trek characters were there as well. The building was supposed to be sacred, a shrine of some sort. I remember the floor of it being completely wicker, and I remember building a lot of it with my mind, though Spock was supposed to be building it. I then saw Spock with long, straight black hair, and he was sad. He said it was no use, it would be destroyed by the lava from the volcano. The tiny building was complete, save for a roof. He then rolled this white rack over to an opening in the wall of the building "These are hangers" he said. I then saw some hangers on top of the rack. I supposed they were for coats or something for people visiting the building. I guess no matter how doomed the building was, he was kind of in denial about it, in a way. He wanted to believe it would be ok, even though he knew it was going to be destroyed.
Updated 09-04-2012 at 08:08 PM by 32059
Home with some people. Before that we were in a school. Then suddenly home. I recognized Castel and a few others. Then one I mistook for Barera was actually Jake. Talked how to fix a clock? A cooking clock-like thing. The food is more delicious. Lico was there. Jake asked if he could buy something. Told him we have to wait. Not sure if I have the key. He said he has. Was surprised mom would trust it to him. Checked key to make sure. Asked Lico if he can "guard" the house. Raincoat. Jake has umbrella. Prepared a raincoat for him just in case. Mall. Bridges. Crossed. Lilibeth(?) us. Andy. Ken-kun was there. Bought him a yellow pad for something. Another guy was there. Was troubled he has white shirt. He said something about a shoot out. I consoled and hugged him. He hugged back then seeming troubled again, he ran out. What happened. Our friends asked. Told them. One guy/gay joked I scored. Punched (or tried?) him for the stupid joke. I was concerned. The others told him off for his tasteless joke.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was in some kind of volunteer group. We were getting ready to go to some event. I must have been with the leader of the group. We must have been going around, picking people up. There were two girls with copper-colored skin and reddish hair. They were both pretty. But one was a lot prettier than the other. They both had a kind of spoiled-girl attitude. Both girls had been planning to come with us on the event. But something about the details of the event had changed. So it seemed like the event may possibly not happen. So the girls decided that they didn't want to come along with us and risk not doing anything. The volunteer leader and I got to the event. We stood outside some small building, in an area like a parking lot. It was a grey day, probably like a cool summer day. There were a lot of other girls with us now -- all either brown or copper-skinned. We all wore black shirts. The event was about to start, and we were getting ready for it somehow. Suddenly the other two girls showed up, after all. They said that they decided they would attend the event. I was really happy to see them. But both the girls had such a removed attitude, I was afraid to let them know too much that I was happy to see them. Dream #2 A topless young woman in gold, mesh-like panties was sitting on some kind of pedestal, kind of straddling the pedestal, so that her legs were spread pretty wide. The girl was cupping her big breasts with her hands. The girl had tan skin, brown hair, and green-blue eyes. Dream #3 I was in a shoe store with my mother. For some reason I was laying on the ground, face down, looking at the women as they walked in the shoes they were trying on. Most of the shoes the women were trying on were high heels. At some point, a girl walked past me wearing track shoes. The shoes had weird soles. They were like plastic, like just a frame. But the sides of the frame were apparently really elastic. They were supposed to provide some kind of extra spring in your step. I knew that only really serious runners wore these kind of shoes. So I looked up to see what kind of girl this was. She was maybe in her mid- to late-teens. She was really skinny, pale, with long, straight, blonde hair. She wore a kind of baggy, white t-shirt and blue jeans. I started to ask the girl what kind of running she did. For some reason, the girl sat up in a high seat, like a shoe-shining seat. The woman looked at me as if she were annoyed -- like I was yet another guy trying to hit on her. I was attracted to her. But I was really more interested in hearing about what she ran. The girl gave me some kind of half-attentive answer, as if she were trying to blow me off, but not be impolite. Somehow we were now outside. Most of the shoe store was gone. But the chair was still there. We were out in some lawny field. It was a grey day, and it was raining. I had been laying or sitting under some kind of table umbrella, which had been planted into the ground instead of into the center of a tabletop. I stood up. I think I was holding onto the pole. But it also felt like I was standing at the edge of the umbrella. My mom pulled up in some car, just off to my right. She walked out of the car and stood just outside the umbrella, as if she wanted to say something to me. The girl had pretty much disregarded me by this time. I thought the rain might be getting her wet. I knew I had an umbrella, and that I could go get it for her. I wondered if the girl wanted it. I must have been looking down at the ground. It was really hard for me to turn my eyes upward. It felt like I was pulling against gravity. But I finally looked up to see the girl sitting in the chair. She had an umbrella over her chair, and she was dry. So she was fine. But I still wanted to go grab my umbrella, so I could give it to somebody, just to prove to the girl that I had an umbrella and that I was generous enough to give it to somebody. I ran out into the rain, thinking, I'll probably give the umbrella to my mom. That should impress the girl. I knew that the umbrella was in my tent. (???) I saw my tent about fifty meters or so away. Beyond the tent there was a little more stuff going on. There were some RVs and things like that. It was like this was some sort of camping event that I was a part of. I was still running toward the tent. I imagined having given the girl my umbrella. I imagined her asking me how she should return it. I imagined telling her, "Oh, just put it in my tent when you're through with it." But I knew that I kept my tent locked shut sometimes. So I imagined myself saying, "Oh, just throw it on the ground outside my tent if I'm not there. Nobody'll bother it." I imagined my umbrella lying on the ground in front of the tent. I was actually worried that somebody would come by and pick it up. But I imagined myself as not showing the girl that I would be worried by something like that.
The street is poorly lit. On the street I see an old and wide car. In the back seat of the car, through the backwindow i see a young woman banging on the rear window with both hands. She´s in panic, but I do not hear her or the banging, i just see the gestures. I walk in the street with a strange feeling of fear and that something is wrong ... On the sidewalk are two closed umbrellas . One is black, I think the other is red, but I'm not sure. When I approach one of them, so I see a fuzzy, cloud-like black someked presence,it lifts the umbrella and begins to hit me with it. I´m full of fear, but i attack the evil black presence and it disappears, dropping the umbrella on the ground again. I keep walking and I approach another umbrella, another evil spirit comes and raise the umbrella and starts to beat me again, and I, again full of fear, attack the presence and it drops the umbrella on the ground and disappears. .. this confrontations happens two or three times more.
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