non-lucid

Stufwell:
I'm at a party scene. It reminds me of C&B's wedding reception from a few years back.
I'm standing over by a carpeted area near the bathrooms. It looks like a similar location from work now.
There is a person telling me that there is a tiny man that lives inside my car.
...
I'm in the bathroom now standing in front of a mirror.
I'm holding a shotgun, and the end of it is formable like clay.
I'm fiddling with the end of the gun.
...
I'm outside at night by my car with somebody.
We are opening the hood of my car to look for this tiny man.
We call out to him, and silence.
Then, we hear a voice that sounds like it is deep underground.
The voice tells us his name is ____ Stufwell, and he is on his way up. He has a fun accent.
I notice that there is a rat standing in the hood of the car, and try to warn Stufwell.

Fragment:
Something about my friend J from the Tots.

Nerves:
I'm at a baseball diamond. The plate is part of my driveway. I am up to bat.
There is something going on strategically, such that the pitcher is forced give me an easy pitch.
I'm nervous because my team is expecting me to nail these.
I mess up the first one. Strike. Then the second. Strike. And the third. Out.
I'm mortified and leave the plate. I go to the side of my house, through the gate to sit down.
I'm sitting over where the trash cans normally are, on the rocks.
I'm trying to remember what the strategy that forced the pitcher to go easy was called but I can't.
J from work comes over to me. I open my conversation with him similar to how I do in waking life:
"So, dumb question but..." I don't recall his answer.
I'm feeling nervous because I recalled that I still have to perform my band solo tomorrow.
...
I'm in a warm-up room at a school with my sax.
It's Solo and Ensemble, where I will be performing a classical music piece similar to this one for a judge.
My brother is there too. He's already warming-up. It's the same solo piece (with piano) I will be performing.
I'm concerned about whether we are allowed to warm-up yet.
...
I'm in a small bar. Lifelight, from Super Smash Bros is playing on the Karaoke machine.
There is a DJ off to the left. The music is low quality over the speakers.
The DJ leaves and I go over to his station. I try on the headphones and notice that the music is low quality there too.
I reason that the original file might be low quality, not necessarily just the speakers.

Underground:
I'm at my childhood home's basement with my brother and my friend D.
There were some other people, maybe my sister's friends.
They are talking about some back pain they are having.
I remember that I have been working on that, and tell them that I have some stretches that might help.
I start to demonstrate, but I can't get the movement quite right.
One of the girls points to the window, and says my sister is coming.
It's dramatic, like when Azula shows up in ATLA.
I'm holding a goose-stuffed animal.
...
Later at night time, I'm sleeping on a mattress up against the wall in the same room.

Showing Off:
I'm in a mall or super complex flying around. I'm wearing roller-skates and doing all sorts of aerial tricks for the audience below.
I remember feeling a bit nervous, but also excited.
I'm exploring all around the complex and working my way upward. I'm interested in exploring all of the different shops at different levels.
At one point, the setting becomes Disneyland.

Rollercoaster:
I'm in my local downtown area, inside a restaurant. It looks like an Oregano's Pizza.
I'm looking out the front door. I see my girlfriend with another guy. His hair looks big.
I remember (within the story of the dream) that me and girlfriend had recently agreed to "take a break."
The pain of seeing her with somebody else is immense. It feels like the real thing.
...
I'm in a hallway that looks like one from my highschool. My girlfriend is there.
I tell her I want to get back together, and she agrees. Happy embrace.
...
I'm with her at a hotel pool. We are doing naughty things.

Chill Hell:
I'm in a mall-like building. There is a large aquarium in front of me. My Mom is with me and a group.
We see a set of stairs going down, and I know that it leads to Hell.
But I also know that Hell isn't as bad as we've been led to believe.
...
Later I've gone down the stairs to explore. There is a sort of sitting area.
It's sunk-in, the same style I've been looking for in a house.


Guess all my friends are gonna be here anyway.

Splinter:
I'm walking a puppy with my girlfriend down a neighborhood sidewalk.
There is more grass than there is in waking life. More like the neighborhood I grew up in.
The puppy looks like a german shepherd. I reflect that we didn't end up getting an aussie.
I notice that the puppy is wandering around on the grass nearby. Maybe he has to poop, I think to myself.
On closer inspection, my girlfriend finds a splinter in his paw and then removes it.
The puppy has since changed into a pug, but it doesn't raise any sort of alarm in us.

Rings:
I'm in a grassy area, and I may have just emerged from a cave.
There are tall rock walls all around. The area feels serene.
I become aware that this is a video game.
My girlfriend is here. She gestures to an item in front of me I can pickup.
The item is in a green glowing circle: an object I can obviously interact with.
It's a wedding ring. She is proposing.
The ring is a tiny thing. Thin and wooden, like a splinter.
I obviously accept it and move to put it on. I'm not concerned about how much she spent on the ring.
But, I am focused on making sure she knows that I don't mind.
I'm embarrassed because I have to ask her which is the ring finger.
I vaguely think about how this is gender role-reversal. It doesn't bother me much.

Odd Jobs:
I'm approved on a trial-basis to work for one of my coworkers, N.
The gig is 'odd jobs' such as carrying furniture for people, or giving rides home to drunk people from bars.
I'm in a camp-like area with a central mess hall for group eating. It reminds me of band camp a little.
White glove-like symbols are marked over doors, indicating potential jobs.
There is a sense of secrecy to it.
The other people in the work-group are mechanic-types and long-established in the work.
I'm a new-comer and feel isolated, especially since I'm the only non-blue collar person involved.
Standing in a parking lot area behind the mess hall, I get a text from N "you in? send a profile pic!"
...
Later I'm in a park-like area. Mostly open grass, but a concrete structure within it.
I'm inside the concrete, resting. It's a cylindrical shape so I can lie down. My hands are cold against it.
My sister comes and finds me, now asleep. My perspective has shifted. I see myself sleeping with a smile on my face.
...
Then I'm in a car, still with the perspective shift. My sister is taking me somewhere.
...
I'm at my Great-Grandma's/Grandma M's condo. My brother and my sister are running a sort of party.
My brother has set up some computer monitors, with one mirroring the other successfully.
I'm somewhat impressed by this.


Sleeping in the park.

Nostalgia Band:
I'm in a highschool gym at indoor band practice. I'm a senior who will be graduating soon, so feeling nostalgic.
I walk over to our saxophone cases and join the group. I feel the familiar rush of uncertainty.
Where are we going? What are we doing? Gotta do it fast!
...
I'm with the same group, this time outside. We have our instruments and backpacks.
It's a grassy mountain hike, spiraly.
I see PK, a senior from my 2nd year. He is talking about burying time-capsules for future years.
There are already a lot of time capsules buried in the ground waiting to be opened.
...
We're in a large, cylindrical, dimly lit room now. There are pictures of previous band members along the wall.
My brother's picture gets pointed out. It is his picture from 1st or 2nd grade.

Sunny Day Lucid:
I'm in my childhood neighborhood on a sunny day.
I'm running through the backyards, with the grass being typical vivid dream green.
I have a sense of urgency to get somewhere soon.
There are some horses up ahead, stabled at somebody's house.
I'm on a garden path moving toward them. I try to leave the path to avoid alerting the horses, but I can't.
I eventually pass by them without a problem.
I stop and stand still, realizing that my childhood neighborhood and sunny days are some of my top dreamsigns.
I perform a nose reality check and I can breathe.
I check my hands and I have 4 fingers and a thumb. That's strange, shouldn't they be off in a dream?
I keep checking my finger and nose, and eventually conclude that I must be dreaming.
I try to summon somebody, but it doesn't work.
I feel the dream start to fade.

Sneaky Crabs:
I'm at a party at somebody's apartment, sitting at a desk with a laptop in front of me.
My coworker J from the lab is here. I noticed that I'm not wearing pants and feel nervous.
...
I'm at my second Arizona apartment, and there is a group crowded around the TV playing a game.
I watch the screen for a bit. It is a dark area, with tiny crab monsters all around.
The player needs to navigate a dark pathway forward while avoiding the crabs.
I brag that it looks easy. Somebody calls my bluff and hands me a strange controller.

Fragment:
Something about my coworker G.

Fragment:
A nightmare about shitting my pants.

The Zoomies:
I'm at my friend D's apartment. He is holding a large chonker of a cat, and is about to weigh it on a scale.
He has a boyfriend that walks out of their bedroom. I don't recognize him, but I'm happy for D.
I smell something like a fish smell.
...
I'm at a Coney Island diner with some people.
We're talking about how times have changed, how the last generation "had it simpler."
There is some discussion about time-travel.
I ask my brother nearby if he can smell fish on my breath.
He says that it smells fine.
...
I'm at my current home with my girlfriend. We're cleaning up the house.
Parts of the house are torn apart, with walls revealed that generally are covered up by furniture.
There is some discussion about a concert with my friend M.
...
I'm in the front driveway area, but there is an overhang with a carport.
I'm surprised to see that my Grandma P is coming to visit.
She's parked in a large SUV and waiting for me to come say hi.
But when I approach, her and the car are gone. Her voice is now coming out of a PA system connected to the carport.
She directs me to pickup a nearby hose, and try to control the jet setting on it with my mind.
I successfully do this, controlling the water flow.
...
I'm at a park on a sunny day. There is a field of grass and several small ponds up ahead.
We have a golden retriever/australian shepherd that looks about a year old.
It is running around so fast that it makes airplane-like noises as it passes us.
The grass deforms strangely as the dog moves over it.
For some reason, I make the estimate that it is running around 30MPH.
I worry that the dog will go into one of the ponds and get dirty.
So naturally, it does. The dog is now covered in mud and looks excited about it.


Big Fast! Much Zoom!

Coding with J:
I'm with my Uncle J in a covered parking lot area outside a Barnes and Noble bookstore.
He's praising me for finishing a new fantasy book I had just bought.
He hands me a new red book. It has instructions for learning to code using the 'X' social platform.
The pages have colored-coded code with brackets and guides. I remember that I read up to page 5.
The pages have moving images, so it isn't strictly print. It claims that all kinds of media can be coded into the platform.


Learning to code on X.

Doubt:
I'm in a bar that reminds me of a nightclub back in California.
I'm with my girlfriend and some coworkers of hers.
I'm feeling jealous and concerned that her younger male coworkers are interested in her.
I remember my mental training and reason that she hasn't hurt me, and I should trust her unless/until she does.
One of the men approaches me and suggests that my trust is misplaced.
...
I've left the bar and I see the same group of guys walking up ahead with her.
I talk to one of the guys and he seems OK, a friend in an emotional storm.
I decide to continue trusting her, ignoring my discomfort.

Jungle Flight:
I'm driving my car up a steep hill.
The car fails and I start to fall backward.
...
I'm at a sort of car agency.
A man in a suit is selling me not a car, but a type of hover-bike.
I'm pretty excited about the hover-bike.
...
I'm in a jungle environment, but the hover-bike has changed into a hand-held flight device.
The area is beautiful, almost euphoric.
I can't recall the exact mechanism, but the device is similar to one-handed flight devices from previous dreams.
I carefully pilot myself into a tiki-bar looking area with a bar and restaurant, but don't land.
I may have been on a tour of the area with others.

Fragment:
My friend AG is admiring some wood polish on a chair and table at my Grandma P's house.


Flying through the jungle using a handheld device.