non-lucid

I was sitting at a table with four other people. Two of them were my friends, one old man (70+) and a younger guy my age. The others was the current Führer of the Third Reich, which was a middle-aged woman (I guess this was some kind of alternate 2017 in which Germany won the war), and her daughter who was my age. The daughter was pure evil. I think me and my friends were taken prisoner. The daughter was interrogating us. She was really, really evil. And crazy. Like one of those stereotypical comic book villainesses. She was hiding a gun under her clothes, and because I didn't answer one of her questions, she shot the older man in the head. Obviously killing him instantly. She aimed her gun at me, and I could pretty much look into the barrel. It took a lot of nerve to keep my composure, knowing one wrong word and she'd shoot me. She suggested I had inferior blood. I conviced her my grandmother was born in Germany and served in the Hitlerjügend (she did). I think she was satisfied I'd given her what she wanted. She became really seductive at some point, and appeared to be coming onto me (but all in a really 'acted' and insane way). Suddenly, she kissed me. I didn't resist, as quite frankly she was really attractive (and my life depended on it). She 'asked' me to marry her. It wasn't a question. I think she just wanted me as her pet. I said yes, knowing I'd stay alive at least, and I'd be really close to someone who would one day inherit control of the Reich. In a later scene, I could see myself sitting in a leather couch in the family mansion. I was wearing my black shirt with white stripes.

Notes of this dream say "kind of massage", but not entirely sure what it means. I think it happened in a really strange place. A large open space covered in perfectly still water (no waves), and with floating "platforms" in it. I was doing "gravity jumps" between them, using the reduced gravity of the dream to do backflips and sideflips and stuff. Trying to impress my former classmates who were sitting on other platforms nearby. At some point we jokingly jumped into each other for laughs.

I'm in a large warehouse-like space, but dressed up for people to live in. I knew this was where Ilia S. lived (an Israeli scientist active in the life extension community). I remembered being there before, but it was a complete mess that time. It still was, but less so. There were large bookcases, and books laying around everywhere. There was a secret laboratory underneath the warehouse. Underneath THAT secret lab was an even more secret lab, where a woman worked. Another Spanish (male) scientist was present in the warehouse. At some point I open a fridge, and see a can of what I assumed was whipped cream. Fancying some whipped cream, I took the can and sprayed half the can into my mouth and ate it. A scientist points out to me it wasn't whipped cream at all, but an experimental serum. Table cleaner?

There's a large fantasy-style battle. I think there were dwarves? Anyway, after the battle ended in a 'tie' or a truce, I go look for REDACTED. I wanted to comfort him and promise I'd never give up trying to save his daughter. I thought I'd found him, but instead I found a small 'burrowing alien creature' mourning for the loss of its partner (during the battle?). Yeah... A bit later, I'm standing by a kind of large basin filled with water. Like a huge swimming pool (like 300 feet long at least) made of concrete. I notice the water appears to move as I focus on it. I focus harder, and 'will' the water to start bubbling. Eventually, the whole pool bubbles violently, and I realize I must be some kind of 'hydromancer'. Then, I thought about another trick. I focused all my power, and forced to split the water like how Moses split the dead sea. It was amazing. It required me to focus so hard, I was screaming from the sheer willpower it took to maintain the effect.

After waking, I recalled all the dreams I've had in which I caused accidental tsunami waves just by being near an ocean. And I mean HUGE tidal waves, the size of a skyscraper. Subconscious can be so much more powerful than consciousness, and these monster waves show just how powerful hydromancy can be (effortlessly too, compared to how much focus I needed to split the water consciously)!

Very pleasant dream. I was laying in a bed. In the same room, my older brother was sitting at a desk, working/playing on a computer. I think the doorbell rang, or someone knocked on the door, and two women entered the room. One woman had black, medium-long hair and looked young, in her late teens. The other was blonde, and appeared early middle-aged. I assumed it was her mom. When looking at them again, I noticed the blonde looked younger now, in her twenties probably. The black-haired girl also looked to be in her mid-20's now. She looked at me, and we made eye contact. She smiled. A gorgeous, seductive smile. I immediately knew she liked me. Feeling brave, I winked at her. Then pretended to continue sleeping, even though I was definitely not sleeping. I don't know how the scene evolved from there, but both my brother and the blonde had disappeared. The girl got in bed with me, and stuff happened from there. I'll save you the details. But it was good. A lot of passion for a complete stranger. At some point she asked what I did for a living. I answered truthfully (unemployed but looking), but to be honest I wasn't very interested in small talk and just wanted to keep going.

At some point, I started losing the dream. The image froze and I felt I was awake (but eyes still closed). I focused to continue the scene, and it worked. I was trying various positions, and while doing this the dream froze again. Her face looked like a badly textured CG character before rendering. This time, I knew the game was up and I could no longer stabilize the dream. I was quite annoyed I couldn't climax in the dream before waking up.

This dream was memorable because in reality I feel fundamentally unlovable, and this DC made me feel... attractive? Also, when the dream started getting unstable, I knew how to stabilize it, implying partial lucidity.

Notes say 'heroes in city', not sure what that refers to. I do vaguely remember some kind of 'time portal' in a wall (an ancient Japanese wall, with gorgeous paintings). There was a soundtrack. At some point Hiro Nakamura shows up (comes back from the past or future), but with prosthetic limbs, and a coffee machine on his head?

Second dream. Dad being a dick again and talking shit about me because the model airplanes I made as a child look like shit in his opinion. He says I'm as lazy as my "good-for-nothing brother". I feel powerless and enraged by it. I fantasized about murdering the shit out of him by ripping off his head. That's what tends to happen when I feel powerless. It's like I become a cornered wild animal. I get really, really mad. I woke up breathing rapidly, still upset. And disturbed by the level of imaginary violence I just unleashed on someone who did nothing to me in real life, and I'm supposed to love.

I'm in a room (in the sewers?), trapped. I look for a key to get out. Eventually I do. Eventually I'm driving a big vehicle (a truck?) through an industrial area closely resembling one of my (many) previous workplaces (tank farm, BASF). Someone sees me. It's my worst enemy from that time, Paul. I try to flee but give up after a short while. Turns out if not him at all, but a female fire safety officer (or whatever the role is called in English, we call it "veiligheidswacht" or "brandwacht). We talk for a bit, then I manage to leave. Back in the sewers now. A man-sized demon sees me. I flee, quickly climbing a ladder to a higher level. I crawl through a narrow space, but my passage through the next small room is blocked by a kind of smaller pig-demon. A fat guy is also stuck in that room. I kill the pig-demon with five shots from my shotgun. I got outside, onto the streets. My getaway driver arrives. The cops are watching from behind the windows of the building next to us. I tell the fat guy (who had a Hispanic name) to hurry up and get in the car before the cops get suspicious.

I was seated at a large table together with many of my former classmates. We were eating sandwiches (pistolets). I specifically remember T. Leyssens.

Long dream, but all I got is mostly forgotten one-word notes. I think I kidnapped the double of the headmaster of the school (a woman) and temporarily locked her up in a closet of sorts. I told her I was going to "make her rich" before I closed the closet door. I think I had some kind of scheme planned out that would make use of her physical resemblance to the headmaster to make lots of cash. I went to tell 'the others'. Including my former boss from work (P. Bosmans), who seemed as skeptical as always.

I was at home (apartment, 4th floor), and my mother was there too. A woman 'rings' the doorbell. I see her face on the screen of that doorbell gizmo of which I don't know the English name. Intercom? She looks like a stereotypical hooker. She orders me to let her in. Or else. She pulls out a revolver, and makes it clear that if I don't let her in, she'll break in and hurt us. I get super pissed off, a shot of adrenaline going through me, and tell her "mine's bigger" (I own an AR15 carbine and Remington 870 shotgun). As I walk towards the bedroom to get my artillery, I tell my mother to call the cops. I open the gun locker, and decide to settle for the Glock 19. It takes forever to get the gun ready, as the law requires the weapon to be unloaded, secured with a trigger lock, and ammo stores separately. As I was messing around with the bullets (my fine motor skills were impaired by the adrenaline rush), I felt like I was fully prepared to kill that woman. The idea that it felt so easy kind of scared me. My plan was to open my bedroom window (which is right above the front door), and give her ONE chance to fuck off. If she tried anything, she'd be dead. Luckily, moments before I could put my brash plan into action, I woke up. Still stiff with real-world adrenaline.

I think I was with a really nice girl for a while. Nothing too naughty, just caressing, kissing her all over, etc...

I was doing random stuff, until I noticed I was hovering. I realized this wasn't exactly 'normal', yet I was also convinced this was totally real and I could really fly. I thought, "Neat, let's use it to go visit my mom". She lived in a town called 'Vlimmeren' (she doesn't, that town is where my former gun club is located). Flying low over the streets, I felt like I had to be very careful making turns. I thought this was real, remember, so I figured smacking into a building at high speed because of inertia would cause serious bodily injury. At some point I trail off and apparently forget about my previous objective completely. I go inside somewhere and decide to show off for the people there. I hover through the doors, and show one guy how there's no wire holding me to the ceiling. I decide for some reason to try and burst through the doors at high speed. I put my feet on the wall opposite of the door to get a bit of a push, as I didn't have space to build speed. As I did this, one guy said: "This guy doesn't understand inertia". Whatever you say, DC. Schmuck.

The first dream was an absolutely dreadful nightmare. I was in my apartment, or rather my vision was (I was 'the camera'). My body was in the bedroom, asleep. There was some kind of entity of pure evil in there with me, and the camera just drew closer and closer to it. I couldn't stop it. I couldn't look away. I think the entity was in my bedroom, and the camera followed it there. It all sounds silly, and I barely remember what really happened, other than that it was horrifically scary and made Paranormal Activity look like the Teletubbies.

In the following dream, I was friends with game industry critic Jim Sterling. That was pleasant, I guess?

I found myself laying on some kind of raft, floating on a river of boiling lava. It was pretty clear this was Hell, and that river was pretty clearly the famous Styx. I had to be careful moving around on the 'raft' (the raft felt soft, more like a mattress, blanket or mat instead of a wooden raft) as every compression allowed lava onto its surface, touching my hands/ I actually touched the lava a few times, but it didn't do any damage and it didn't hurt. There was a giant three-headed monster on the shore, eating fleeing people left and right. The people were all dressed very modern and casual, and they looked as confused as I was. No one knew how they'd gotten there, only that this place was awful. The monster is of course based on Cerberus, the monster from Greek mythology that guards the Styx in Dante's Inferno. But this version of Cerberus didn't look like a dog. Its neck was long and serpentine, and its heads looked like the head of a Velociraptor or Tyrannosaurus rex. It was the size of a large house. There were also smaller monsters, I can only call them 'demons'. Vicious critters the size of a man. About the environment... It felt very 'alien'. Not at all like a volcanic environment, as people often think of Hell. This felt more like a lava river on Mars or something. Nothing felt familiar. There was a man with a large camera down there, filming the horrible scenes. I was seeing the scene though his lens, now. Then he got caught by Cerberus. The camera fell to the ground, as the beast gobbled him down in one vicious bite. The camera was on the ground, me still seeing the scene though it. Like in the ending of Paranormal Activity, a ghost-like entity attacked the camera as if it knew I was watching. I was scared half to death.

The next scene appeared to be a continuation of the Hell dream. I awoke in a large room, where others were also waking up. My grandmother (on father's side) was there too. She spoke about getting ready for the "next film", or something? We were doing some weird kind of ritual. A satanic ritual?

This dream was far less pleasant than the last one. I was in what I think was a bar? A certain celebrity I've been obsessed with was there. While I was working up the courage to talk to her, tongue tied and not even sure what to say, I noticed another guy I used to know from work (Nick P.) was already confidently chatting her up. Now, in real life, Nick is someone who's going places. He started his own company. He's smart, driven, stylish, sociable, and therefore all the things I am not. Being confronted with "not being good enough" was humiliating. Can I go back to Hell, please?

I was in a super-creepy, dark and dilapidated abandoned hospital. I was being hunted, again, by Pennywise the dancing clown. I closed as many doors behind me as I could, trying to lock him in a bathroom. I ran into a more open hallways (still dark). Someone told me (over a radio?) to hurry to a certain location. I wasn't too keen on navigating this awful place much longer, as I was pretty sure those doors wouldn't contain Pennywise for long.

I had a bunch of visual hallucinations while still technically awake.

Tapping on table, the table is suddenly gone (I'm still tapping but I realize I'm in my real bed so I stop). The ASMR I was listening to included water sounds, and this translated to water appearing in the hallucination in some form.

I was near a house where something happened earlier (except it didn't, fake memory). An old wooden house. I saw a big spider running on the floor. I woke up and panic, thinking the spider was in my bed. Took a good few moments before the reality of the spider not being real had sunk in.

I was in a supermarket at night, fighting off armed robbers with my G19. I was on the ground, aimed my gun at one of them and pulled the trigger. The 'click' told me I was out of ammo. I was resigned to the fact the robber was going to shoot me, but he didn't. Phew.

Ehr, that's all I got. "Underwater base". I guess it was about a base. Underwater.

I was on a 'bus' with a guy from work (Eddy). I sad down in the 'forbidden seat'. Someone immediately pointed out I wasn't supposed to sit there. Notes also say "very bright ceiling tile"? Not sure what that means.

I had a fight with my dad again. I got emotional because of an old picture of my mom. I thought it was recent birthday picture at first. My dad saw something was up, but decided to be an insensitive dick and make me feel like shit. He said, in Dutch: "Ge zit daar te trillen als ne halve gare", meaning: "You sit there, shaking like a moron" and a lot more rude BS. Really summarizes how I see my dad. Incapable of dealing with emotions.

I was in Barcelona with my class from school (an event that actually happened twice, in 2007 and 2008). The weather was really sunny and warm, and it was winter. I met a cute girl and we had sex. There was some foot fetishism going on, nothing too extreme. Afterwards, we were outside and I kissed her goodbye. My "friends" (at the time, now mortal enemies) were there too, watching. The girl was taller than me, by the way. I noticed that because I'm always super insecure about my pitiful height for a male. Anyway, we had to leave (get on the plane to fly back home), but bullies hid my shoes so I couldn't leave. I found some dirty shoes at a place we came through before, thrown away by those fucking bullies. On my way back through the city (a ruined house?), I saw some landmarks I hadn't photographed yet (the Sagrada is one of them), and it made me wish I had more time. I could technically leave whenever I wanted, so I could maybe visit the girl again first.