non-lucid

I was riding a motorcycle on a highway, and was terrified of falling. I didn't really have control over the bike, clearly still traumatized by my real-life motorcycle accident two years ago.

I came by someone who looked familiar, and it turned out to be my grandmother. I was like "but you're dead!", because, you know, she's dead in real life. I hugged her, and was surprised she didn't seem to find it weird that she was alive. I figured she wasn't going to explain without me asking.

I was in a heated discussion with the big regional boss of our company, BASF. He destroyed me, and made me look like a fool. I felt ashamed afterwards.

I tried to buy a tablet computer at an electronics store, but the process was sooo slow. I had to fill out, like, 10 forms full of questions. I also got into some sort of videogame style "boss battle". It took me 3 hours to make the purchase. I complained about this to the store manager. He agreed that this took way too long.

I was in a video game, like the old Doom games. I was running through the level (which was too hard for me, too many tough enemies), and was forced to fight them at one point. I used the BFG9000 to quickly
clear the area.

I also opened a door, and there was a cyberdemon hiding right behind it. I killed it with a single BFG-shot.

I had been hiding out for a while in a nearby house, but now I was ready for it. I walked out, and through the front gate of the big bad's main camp. I felt invincible, like I couldn't be killed. I simply walked into the camp, loudly yelling to taunt my foes. However, the camp seemed abandoned. A bit further, a road led out of the base again. A nazi approached, and I shot him with an MP-40 smg. Two more arrived in a jeep, though they were invisible. Their jeep wasn't, though; so I fired an entire mag at it, killing both enemies.

We were standing next to some kind of “pool”, that had machinery of sorts in it. Claire was underwater, and I could hear her struggle and drown. Knowing the girl I loved was dying, I yelled her name in agony. I’m not sure I was there myself – it was as if I was watching a movie. I watched a guy (blonde guy, very well-toned) ditch his clothes and jump in the water. He dived down, pushing some junk out of his way, until I could see Claire’s long blonde hair jammed between two metal plates. Claire was being crushed between two parts of a machine herself. He managed to free her, and carried her out of the water. Her face was full of blood, and she appeared unconscious. I was afraid she had already died. He got her out of the water, and saved her life. For a moment, I felt insecure because I doubted I could have pulled it off. I doubted I would even dare to try. Some lettering appeared on a wall, a title of a “cracked.com” article: “4 reasons why you wouldn’t have done a thing”.

In the next scene, four heroes were discussing something (in a doorway)? Claire was one of them, in a tight (and sexy) superhero-like outfit. She looked fully recovered, as if nothing had happened to her.

In another scene, someone cast an illusion that made the other heroes look like green-faced monsters to every one of them. They immediately started fighting each other. I think I managed to split them up and stop fighting.

I was fighting some guy. He had a knife, and I was unarmed. I tried to get past his defenses to knock him out, but he kept viciously stabbing me every time. I didn't really hurt,
it just felt weird and uncomfortable. I was annoyed and frustrated, and went like "dude, stop defending already"!

In the morning, I had a hallucination. I saw a hand, and it had "I love you. Please don't give up" written on it.

I saw a tall skyscraper in a dark city. Someone was told in a stern tone to leave immediately, and I knew this was "how the war started". I thought about "they" stood no chance against "them" as "they were too well hidden". Accompanying that thought, I saw flashes of some kind of bunker tucked away between some other military-looking structures out in the sticks (red rocky environment, reminiscent of Nevada).

I was running on the asphalt road next to my old home, towards the Renault garages that used to be there. The layout was a little different, it looked a little like a park I was running through as I approached our garage from the west (in reality there is nothing to the west, just buildings). Either way, I was running very fast. So fast, I couldn't possibly corner and turn south. I had to make an extraordinary effort to slow down first. Then I continued running south. An old man (on a bike?) passed me, heading norh. He mumbled something. "What did I do this time?" I asked out loud. "I said: good day!". I felt a little bad I thought he insulted me, when all he wanted was to say hi.

I was in an office room, in the future. The environment looked very bright and sterile with a lot of curves in the architecture; I loved it. A man in a suit was flirting with a woman who also worked there, possibly his secretary. At one time, they got awkwardly close and almost kissed, but she broke it off just in time. The man walked to his desk and tried to blackmail the woman into something, probably using the kissing incident against her. I opened one of the drawers in his desk, and found blueprints for buildings and cars. I assume the company must have been a designing firm. One of the blueprints caught my eye: a formula-one car of that year (or the next). "Oh, cool! The 2020 F1 car?" I said enthousiastically. "What year is it anyway"? I didn't know for sure, though I was sure it was the twenties. He started "explaining" in a very cryptic way, but never just telling me. "This is so typical of dreams, they never give you a straight answer!" I said in response. Aaaand then I woke up.

DJ got wiped as my laptop crashed... this will be a quick summary.

I was in some kind of attic, and I was floating. My "friend" from the past, Barra, saw the whole thing, and I told him to try. He could float too. "See? It's easy!" I said.

I saw an ad for a new hobby on my computer, and immediately went to the place. It looked like a school gym, or the inner corridors of a stadium. I asked some people whether this was the place, and they said it was actually for little kids (a place where kids can get theraphy for social skills or whatever). I saw a blonde girl I know from work sitting on a bench nearby. In this dream, her name was "Liuven". For some reason I was feeling very unusually courageous and smooth, and I went to talk to her. In real life she makes me nervous as hell and I'd never speak to her in public. She asked for my number, and I remembered this is how females show they want you to ask for theirs (I have a bad RL experience with this). I asked for her number, and she gave it up. Later on we walked off, and we were talking. Then something happened that interrupted us.

Above ground. We were at a lake, and saw that the horizon was so dark, it was as if the world was upside down. My ex-friends Fenn and Barra were there, too. We sat down by a lake on some comfy chairs. Suddenly, I saw a large meteorite enter atmosphere and crash violently several clicks away. Then I felt something hitting my skin. They were micro-meteorites, a whole storm of them. We rushed underground, down some kind of hatch. We ended up in some kind of sewer. We looked into one of the tunnels, and saw a fire erupting into an inferno and coming towards us. Suddenly, Peter Petrelli from Heroes grabbed the girl, "Liuven", and shielded her from the flames. They were both burned to a crisp. Unexpectedly though, Liuven started regenerating, and Peter mimicked her and healed soon after. We were all surprised to discover Liuven was special.

I was playing some kind of game on a football field (American football), and I accidentally ran into some kind of electrical scoreboard. The thing fell down, but I quickly picked it up and put it back more or less where it came from. Claire Bennet (Heroes) in her blue CVHS uniform was laughing at this. Then, some kind of disaster of supernatural origin happened. People either disappeared, or ran around hysterically. Somehow, Claire was gone. Throughout the rest of the dream; I explored abandoned hallways and other creepy environments, including a place I've seen at least three times before in dreams/nightmares: a series of relatively empty rooms (except for a desk or bed sometimes) interlinked with all other rooms through at least three doors. The rooms looked almost identical, and the whole thing was vaguely reminiscent of the first "the cube" movie. Much like in "Slender", the place induced fear and panic exactly *because* there's nothing there. You start imagining things, fear builds up, and in the end you are hunted not by monsters, but by your own fear and paranoia. In the end, I escaped. I went into a place where survivors had set up a safe-zone. It had two floors, and entrances were barricaded with rubble. Claire was there. I got very emotional, and hugged her passionately. I was so happy she was alive. I said "I'm so glad you're okay!". Claire looked at me, surprised. She was my friend in the dream, but she did not know I had feelings for her beyond friendship. My response to her being alive made it pretty clear I loved her.

The funniest non-lucid I've had in a while. The story was about a serial killer, locked up in a room on the third floor of a mental institution. The whole dream was stylized like a Quentin Tarantino flick, and made a lot of sense. In a flashback, I saw how the killer (I knew his name, I forgot) used to work with children in a day-care center. As the other adults played with the children, he sat there motionlessly, lost in thoughts. Until the voices in his head told him to kill children. He was in his late twenties at that moment. He was quickly prosecuted and locked away, and as my consciousness temporarily merged with that of the killer, I could see reports of "my" arrest on TV. It was big. I was the next Ted Bundy, just worse because I mass-murdered children.

So, the killer was on the third floor of the institution. When the orderlies had left, he scanned the room looking for a way out. There were windows, and they didn't appear locked. I guess they were hoping prisoners wouldn't try to escape that way, because it was on third floor and it was a long way down. Some smaller hatches in the walls (?) probably lead to the attic. Suddenly, I heard voices. "Where is he?" The killed had moved out of sight of the door, and the orderlies were worried he had escaped. "I" took control of the killer, and quickly lay down on my bed to do something - like read a book (I'm not sure what I did anymore). They came in, and saw everything was fine. Then they left again.

The killer went to the window, and started opening it very slowly. It made a lot of noise, however. Outside of the building was a large lawn, where orderlies and nurses cared for less dangerous inmates. He kept opening the window all the way, and crawled outside onto a balcony. It had bars to prevent escape. Sadly, two of the female orderlies on the lawn looked up, alarmed. I whispered to the killer that he had been noticed. The orderlies gathered below the balcony, awaiting his next move. The side of the balcony was exposed, so "we" (it was as if I was the spectator of the 'film', as well as the voice in his head AND the one controlling his actions) started climbing down. The two female orderlies followed my every move, and were waiting for me. They looked pretty smug, as if I didn't stand a chance in hell to escape. I think I used telekinesis to kill one of the orderlies, by tossing some of the bars of the balcony into her face. The surviving one looked shocked for a second, but quickly regained her composure. We struggled for a moment, and I extended my arm to push her away telekinetically. Sadly, my power didn't work. She injected me with a sedative into my arm. She looked so amazingly smug about stopping me, I still wish I could hurt her.

I found the killer back in his room. This time however, there were four guards there with him, guarding him 24/7. Two orderlies, and two special agents, dressed in neat suits and sunglasses, each with a big calibre pistol. Some of them were watching TV, and doing random things to stay occupied. I looked around, and noticed escape was out of the question like this. I became the voice in the killer's head, and told him he needed to "kill them all".

He came up with a clever plot. A friend came to visit, and pretended to sell him a dog (yeah). While they were talking about what race it was, they secretly exchanged something (a key?). Either way, the plot worked, and suddenly our serial killer had a chainsaw. He went on a rampage, and brutally murdered everybody in the room. The friend was pleased, and congratulated him. But the killer could not be trusted. He killed his best friend with a stroke from the chainsaw to the face. It was all rather graphic. The top of his head was just... gone. I saw a quick info-video about how the body works. It said that if you cut off any limb, the body is drained of blood completely. If you cut off the top of his head, he doesn't lose that much, but he would eventually die of organ failure.

In the next scene, the killer escaped, and calmly walked away from the institution. The camera went to the stage of a concert hall, where the headless guy suddenly appeared in the spotlight. All the people started screaming and bolted for the exit.

So at work (where else) I came up with a brilliant idea to fix my flying problems. You see, I often have no trouble taking off, but end up losing altitude; or find myself unable to move from vertical to horizontal flight without losing too much altitude. It's a mental issue, I know. I can't "unfeel" gravity 100%, so it continues to exist a little. So if I can't cancel it, I can at least beat it! I was in a dream a few nights ago, and found myself flying. When I remembered the trick I invented, I tried it. I pretended my hands and feet were thrusters, like on Iron Man's suit. It worked. I took off vertically, and went high. Higher than what I usually manage. And I went fast. Very fast. This experiment was a success, and I'll use that trick every time from here on out.

I remember touching a hot pipeline (I work at a chemical company in real life), probably steam, and my rubber acid-proof glove sticks to it, melting slowly.

Another dream took place in a place in Luxemburg, or the place was mentioned or shown on a map. Something like that.

I'm in a room where some kind of red laser beams (that had a healing effect?) near the floor are being reflected by metallic suitcases placed there on purpose.

I'm watching the non-existent sixth season of heroes, and noticed that it sucked big time. The music during conversations was weird, and Claire Bennet (whom I normally fancy) looked a bit fat, and generally quite unattractive. The plot was very, very boring.

I'm watching Tim from the game 'Braid' coming home, and the princess (who was at home) opening the door for him. All of this happened before the princess ran away from him in the game.

I had plenty more dreams, but wasted my chance to record them by going back to sleep.