non-lucid

I was in the car with an OGF. I knew it was strange, but I didn't become lucid. She was having trouble with the gear shifter (though it was on the column). We discussed that for a little while.

I had a couple dream skips. I think the first one was me standing outside looking at the stars. It was interesting to see the detail. I saw individual stars and star clusters. I took it in more than usual.

Then I heard a voice say that everyone was a stand-in as in a movie set. It didn't refer to me though. Something was going on elsewhere.

The next dream skip was me in a car again. I was the passenger and the driver was having a problem. Someone told the driver to back up. He did so and he almost went back too far. The driver started explaining how the car got messed up.

Then I was out of the car and I was fighting an an alien from They Live. In that movie, a massive signal was broadcast to make these aliens look like people, but if you wore special glasses, you could see that they were aliens. Then I was one of the aliens. Yikes!

I was fighting someone and they kept blocking my punches. It turned out to be Chuck Norris. He knew just how to block punches and tie up my arms. Darnit!

He threw me to the ground and I saw a burn mark in the carpet where a hot pan had been. Our hands were about to go into the burn mark and burn us. I tried to win Chuck over by warning him and lifting his hand away from the burn mark, and it worked.

At least the dream ended there.

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I was in some school that I don't recognize, I'm taking a class that doesn't make sense in waking life, but it was a type of composition class.

I was working on an assignment. There were ab out 10 pieces of paper about the size of a playing cards. They were layed out in two vertical rows.

Having used some of the information on two cards, I was trying to stack the papers to be more neat. The teacher was upset about it and wouldn't let me. I was really frustrated because I needed to organize my work. She made me be quiet. I was so frustrated I started punching myself trying to give myself a black eye.

I couldn't hit my eye, but I could hit myself in the head.

The End

Was making it with one, though not well.
Got a call from another.

I entered this in my DJ earlier this morning, but now it's gone. Was I dreaming? No. I really did it. Dang!

I was a captive in a dark rail yard type place. It was covered, about an acre by an acre or so, and it was about 20' to 30' up in the air. I could barely see about 15 people, but there were more like 100 I guess.

We all had to lay down next to rail road tracks, and the area for us to lay down was about as wide as railroad tracks. We were all very cramped. I guess a couple trains went buy, but it wasn't vivid. It was more that I knew they did go by.

I needed to get some more room, so I stretched out on the train tracks where nobody else wanted to be. Very soon, a train started coming and it was a little more vivid. I was kind of scared, but then I started thinking that it would just go over me and I would be OK. It did go over me without harm.

This made me brave and I decided to escape. Everyone advised against my attempt to escape, but I started to go down the tracks anyway. The tracks went down hill to get to the ground.

After my intention to go down, I was all of a sudden down. Now I started running away. I had to go up a terraced hill side. The problem with this was that I was always visible.

I was afraid I would be seen by the guards when all of a sudden all the other captives started pouring out and yelling as though they were rioting. I thought this would take the guards attention off of me, but I kept feeling their eyes on me.

Then there was someone with me. We were at the top of the hill on a plateau. There were two round, cement tables. We each had a peeled orange. Right then, we saw the hill drop off about a foot so that we could lie down and be hidden by the hill. We dove down behind the hill so as not to be seen by the guards.

I reached up and got my orange and two spoons that could give away our position. I signaled with my eyes for my partner to get his orange and his one spoon. He did.

Then I was alone again, going down the other side of the hill. I saw a building that was kind of a movie theater with a carnival atmosphere. There were lots of people around and I wanted to blend in.

I went to the theater type place to get some cotton candy. I thought that I would like like a fair-goer. I never really got it.

The dream shifted to me being in a car with a partner again. It was night time. We were going down the road pretty fast. Here is something really strange. There was a muscle car in front of us turned towards us. I kept thinking it was a game of chicken. We were both revving our engines. The other car was more powerful and would have "won."

The only thing was that we were also driving forward. They were never driving backwards. Whatever.

The guy in the other car held his fist out to the windshield to show his ring of power. This was where I had him beat. I was wearing a special ring.

Side note: My mom used to date a guy who wore a monogram ring. He used to tell me it was a magic ring.

The driver of the car I was in held out my hand and I put my ring up against the windshield. When it touched and scraped the windshield, it created blue sparks. I was much more powerful than the other guy.

Then, their car turned around and was driving in front of us. I saw some lights and asked if a cop was behind us. the guy driving said yes. We were screwed. I almost became lucid. I knew we didn't do anything and there was no reason for a cop to be following us.

The driver started driving really fast to get away. He lost control at road construction and went off the road. We went off a ledge to a road below. It was full of 57 stone. Going really fast, we went around a turn and ended up going off that road to a lower road again on stone.

We lost the cop. The driver pointed out how he was driving by way above us. The driver pulled into a kind of hidden parking place. We got out. The driver asked a third person who appeared to pour gas on the car and set it on fire. He did.

The driver and I started running away. We went up a hill. there were different sets of stairs and we couldn't figure out which stairs to take. They were all wrong. We did choose one set of steps, and they were the right ones to choose.

It was the entrance to a stadium. We were going to a baseball game. The dream was much better now. There were pretty ladies dressed in baseball looking concession uniforms from the 1920's or 1930's. They were giving away great treats on entry. I watched everyone else giving up their lolli-pops so they could eat a free sunday. I did the same. (Where did my lolli-pop come from?)

The End

I had a false awakening and started trying to get back into my dream, but I was dreaming. Very strange. I started dreaming again and dreamed that I needed to remember my dream, in my dream, but forgot what I was dreaming, by the time I woke up. I think that is how it went.

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I do remember dreaming that I was playing basketball in a gym. There was a truck at the top of the key (residue from a previous part of the dream that I can't remember). So, I'm trying to do a hook shot from the free-throw line. I kept missing, but I used to like to practice from there in waking life to gauge my form.

After missing one shot, I went to get the ball. It had very poor bounce to it which bothered me. I started thinking about my dad who used to help me with my hook shot.

I shot another hook and missed again. I went to get the ball and it seemed to be very heaving. It wouldn't let me dribble it increasing it's bounce. As I tried to pick up the ball, it seemed to be pulling reality with it, as though it was peeling back space or something. I finally got the ball back and went back to the free throw line. I started thinking about my Dad and crying because he isn't with me anymore.

I remember the thought welling up inside of me two or three times so that I started really crying in my dream.

This is strange for me because I usually don't express emotion much in my dreams.

Side note: I forgot my dreams from yesterday, but remembered this morning going through my routine...

Fragment: We have a top-fill type water filter that also stores the water. My wife had gotten some and left the lever down so water was spilling everywhere. I told her about it and she didn't bother to turn around and flip the switch back up.

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Fragment: I was being held by these people who were going to make me do bad stuff (don't know what. ?) I was pretty upset about it. All of a sudden we were outside. It was a beautiful sunny day, though I didn't see detail.

The lady in charge gave me a thick chicken salad sandwich on toasted wheat bread. I felt love with that sandwich. I told her that I know I still have to do things.

The End

Fragment

I was lying down and there were two monitor lizards or young Komodo Dragons--one at my ankle and one at my foot. I didn't see the DC, but someone asked, "But what if one of them bites you?"

I was terrified. I didn't move hoping they wouldn't get excited and therefore bite me. I waited and decided I better pull my leg back. I got away, but it started to try to bite as I pulled away. A-a-a-a!

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I was looking for a bathroom in my dream. I had to go in waking life. I ended up finding a bathroom and for some reason deciding I should take a shower. I started two and was grossed out by two pair of underwear on either side of the bathroom floor.

I was about to get undressed to shower when some kid comes in. He saw I was going to take a shower, so he leaves and starts telling everyone as though I'm doing something wrong.

I didn't attack him, nor he me, but we were all of a sudden fighting about it. He was pinching me. It didn't hurt that bad, so I didn't flinch. My face did not show any pain. I picked him up and started pounding his head into a dresser.

The End

I have poor recall on this dream, but basically there were several women vying for the position of host for a radio show or as an advertising spokesperson. They were all trying to earn a vote.

This one lady came up to me and put her face up against mine to seduce my vote. She kind of ended up kissing me, and then knocking me over a couch or onto a bed.

Her appearance changed to another woman who slid down the covers. She put her face close to my groin. I thought how nice it was, but she could just go ahead and give me what I really want. She kind of starts to, but never really did. I felt good, but I was disappointed I couldn't get her to commit.

I woke up and had to go to the bathroom. Maybe drinking the perfect amount of liquid could induce a sexual dream in a man without waking him up. Hmmmmm.

In waking life yesterday I hiked a few miles near Kennesaw Mountain. My legs are shot. This made me dream a fragment about some kind of troopers. It was basically G.I. Joe guys; nothing really happened with them though.

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I was with a black lady. I never saw her face. I saw her ass. It had weird designs that didn't look that nice, but I wanted to touch her anyway.

I turned my face, not because I didn't want to see it, but some how this was to ask permission. As I brought my hand down slowly, she pulled my hand down and I squeezed her ass. I was happy.

I looked up and now she was on her back and she was Chinese, though again, I never saw her face. I saw her waste. My hand was in her hair.

The End

I seem to have pretty good luck in my dreams.

I was on a subway with my cousin who lives in Florida in waking life. She was in another car and I was trying to make my way to her from the neighboring car.

Someone gives me a map of where we are going. The paper has figures that are supposed to resemble the maps on the Marta trains, but instead are handwritten abstractions: circles with an "L" in the middle and then a 1. (OK, so there is an "L1" stop. Is that like "Left 1"? There were other markings, but they weren't clear in my dream.

I decided to just try to open the doors between cars to make my way to my cousin. As I forced the door open, someone started pushing them back closed. Kind of pissed me off. I finally got them opened and made my way through to the next car.

I looked outside the train car and saw tracks that went below a recent flood line. That was kind of disturbing.

The next I remember, I am being threatened by some criminal types. They are demanding all my money. I have a lot, but I tell them no, throw down a $20.00, kicked a couple of them and ran away. My brother was there and he stayed.

So, I ran away and found myself trying to find my way home. I was going through the shops in this little downtown entertainment district. I am lost in a maze of shops and courtyards. I end up with my mouth full of something that I need to spit out.

I go through this bar and find myself between two sets of two guys who are ultimate wrestling. I'm just trying to get by. One of the guys in front of me picks up his opponent and slams him down on his head. It would have broken his neck. Then the guy wants to wrestle me. I make my way around him.

I'm finally able to spit the stuff out of my mouth. I spit out a bunch of nastiness. Then some other guy spits out two balls of something and a fried egg. I spit out some more stuff and now my mouth is empty. (WTF?)

Finally I am in a marble courtyard. It is made up of square designs with steps. It is a complex architectural design. It was very pretty, but I didn't know how to get out.

I don't remember anything after that.

I was on the banks of a pond. I saw footprints in the sand. There were different animal prints and small people prints. I noticed that none of the prints had the proper number of toe imprints. Blown chance to go lucid.

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There was a girl at a bar with a guy. I guess they weren't together. I want to get with the girl, so I play around like I'm going to break her neck. It wasn't really violent, but rather a chance to get inside her personal bubble and make contact with her.

It works, because she gets up and I say, "C'mon...give me a hug." I held her so close and tight! It was wonderful. We ended up kissing, but it was closed mouth kisses as though we shouldn't be kissing at all. We kept hugging and going to the closed mouth kiss two or three times.

Makes me want to go back to bed!

I was with S.G. I reached in her blouse and felt her breast. I pushed to cup it fully. I felt her nipple. She gave me O.S. This whole thing happened twice. Very nice.

My dream switched to a large Hispanic or Italian guy with the most beautiful Latina in the world. She was European (white), and had black hair that looked gunmetal blue in the light. It fell to an inch above her shoulders. It was perfectly straight and would have felt as soft as water.

She turned around and walked by. I tracked her, but never got to see her face. She would have looked like Alizee. I don't think it was supposed to be her though.

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I was looking out into my garden. I saw two Irises. The foliage on one was huge; however they were in the shade, so I thought I should move them into a sunnier area.

Then I noticed some rodent creatures. They were as big as bear cubs. They looked like the little bear creatures in Return of the Jedi. In waking life we watched that movie a couple nights ago. (There is a hint there for all dreamers).

These creatures were eating something that I put out for other animals. They were sitting on a bench or something, and talking to each other. Their eyes were huge.

The area they were sitting in in my garden was kind of protected. They felt safe and happy and had easy grub, so they were talking to each other having a good time.

I knew that someday they would have to forage for there own food and they would be sad about it.

I was arguing with my dad. My dad is usually a trigger to go lucid because he has passed, but I didn't .

So we were walking along when someone passed me on my left. I put my hand on my dad's shoulder and moved closer to him to let the guy on my left go by without bumping into me. My dad said, "You see, I'm not really comfortable with that since your mad at me."

I couldn't believe it. Then I started jogging and throwing punches to the air as if I were in training. I think this was a throwback to a punishment he once gave me.

I felt a little silly. I'm not really a fighter, so I felt as though I was being disingenuous, but I kept on because I was mad. At one point I jumped up. I had some great hang-time. This was another chance to go lucid, but it didn't happen.

The End

I was with Rona. There were two cars. The first one seemed like a '67 style Dodge Charger. It was a fast car. Rona's was the style of a '67 GTO. The V lines were exaggerated. Rona was saying how it used to be a police car and it would go much faster than the other car.

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It was night and I was trying to get home. I turned right down a narrow path with brush on either side. It seems I could have gone home another way, but I didn't know how, and this path was right here and would get me home faster. The only thing is, there were wolves a entering the path.

I was terrified, but started running faster as though I could outrun them. I had all the endurance I needed. I started to growl at the first dog, and I guess it worked. I kept running and there was another wolf up ahead. I ran easily, but then the dream ended.

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I was in an airplane and there was an open hatch. It was like a vacuum sucking up some potato chips. The hatch led to hell, or at least some evil place. It was trying to suck me up, but I didn't allow myself to be sucked up into it.

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I saw several small birds of prey. They were the size of falcons, but looked more like hawks. The background landscape was mountains, but the foreground was flat and grassy.

I had better food ready, but when it came time to feed them, all I had was seed. Now I'm inside and there isn't as much room. I decide to feed the birds anyway. Now they are only crows. I'm disappointed, but I threw out my food for them.

Now one of the birds is much smaller. I'm with someone who takes the bird into her mouth, though not to eat it. In my waking life I used to have small birds that liked to pick at my teeth and would stick their whole head in my mouth.

The space I'm in starts to get very cramped. In waking life last night I was stapling reflective insulation in my attic and cramped doesn't approach how little room I had. My dream ended as I looked out at the avian activity.

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I was in a middle-eastern bazaar at night. There were large baskets hanging above me for sale. The country I was in was not a democracy, and that made me uncomfortable except for one thing: certain things were legal, and I was having a user-dream the whole time...so I went with it.

The End

I was part of a group of people working on restoring a building. We were doing some framing today. (In my waking life I do not do any construction)

We were on the bus line. At some point, one of the people in charge of the project locked the front door so that no bad people could get in.

I got hungry and started looking for some food. I went down stairs to the front door. Through a smoky plastic or glass door front, I could see the bus stop. I thought I better not unlock the door. Shoot! I was hungry.

I went back upstairs and went back to my crew. I started thinking that something was wrong and I should have gone out and caught that bus. If nobody was going to be at the bus stop anymore, it would stop coming around; then I would be trapped in the building.

I was still hungry. A building spirit started producing stuff for us to eat. It appeared in a refrigerator type thing (probably a refrigerator, but it wasn't that clear).

I pulled out three jars. One had something that you could eat, but it wasn't a main course type entree. It was just one piece of something floating in pickle juice...with a big thumb and two small thumbs cut off of someone.

In another jar, again in pickle juice, there was a foot. It was a skeleton foot with meet on top of it. Thick, nasty foot meet.

There was another jar with stuff just as gruesome, but I forget what it was. Now we are all getting scared. This is some kind of hell. A lady gets so scared she decides to kill herself, or escape if possible, by jumping out the window. She jumped into the "ocean" below. It was salt water, but not as big as an ocean.

I somehow got outside to check out where she jumped. Now there was just a waterway like a river where the street would have been on the bus line. The water was black. You didn't want to be in that water.

Now I have some dry food stuff in my mouth and I start spitting it out. With just stuff in the sides of my mouth and around my lips that I'm trying to spit out, the black water is the street again. There is a heavy Creole kind of woman cleaning up everywhere I spit, and she tells me to stop making a mess, but I keep trying to clean out my mouth.

The End.

I'm standing in kind of a gravely road and there is a gray pit bull barking at me and trying to get an angle on me to bite me. I have a pen.

As he attacks, I stab him in the back. I end up stabbing him repeatedly. Once I kind of miss and he nearly bites me. Eventually the DOG has an army weapon of a tube that you drop rocket things in and they shoot out immediately. The dog puts a rocket in, but it is more like another smaller tube of metal that he puts in.

Now I have a metal pole and I smack the metal that he is trying to shoot at me. The projectile gets bent and won't come out. Now the dog is a person. He is like a crazy soldier. I start to whack him with my metal pole. I hit him about three times. I kind of get a head shot and a couple body shots.

He tells me the next blow would have killed him, so luckily I don't need to hit him again. He looks pretty good, but I don't want to kill him. Now though, he is after me. I run away.

I end up in a mall and security is there. Other people are around and they know about the guy on a rampage. I start to tell the officer about the dog that turned into a soldier guy and realized that the story would make me look crazy, so I just said there was a guy who was trying to attack me.

The End.