Nomad's Dreamtime

[Baron Samedi]

I post my non-lucid dreams here, trying to figure out what they mean. 25.08.2009 Banyan Baby (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was facing the edge of a rainforest in India. I was in a village or clearing in the forest. There was a great banyan tree growing in front of me. I saw a cute chubby Caucasian baby boy wearing pink pajamas playing in some young bright green grass, just coming up out of the ground, trying to become thicker. The baby was looking at the grass and the dirt, feeling it. I was with someone that I did not see, a male companion. I told my friend, "Hey look, if you get down low to the ground like this," as I semi-reclined on the ground, "it looks like the banyan tree is growing out of the baby, or like he made it or something." My friend said, "Oh yeah! That's funny." The baby crawled around on the grass, and then snuggled up next to me. Then he stood up, using me for balance, and looked around for his mom. He didn't see her, so he got worried. I was worried he was going to start crying, and that people would thing I made him cry or something. The emotion of the moment woke me up. I got the distinct idea, the cover for a CD. I may record a CD soon, and I think a baby playing in front of a banyan tree is a great idea. Well, I didn't meet my dream goal, which was to meet a Dream Guide that looks like a Dragon-Man with red scaly skin. My idea was that I could use him as a dream sign if he became a recurring character, since it's fantastic to to see a Dragon-Man in waking life. I think I didn't have a really clear goal in mind, so my mind was all over the place. I have created in my mind a Dream Home to be a jumping off point for my dreams. The idea is start all my WILD's in a house made out of a living Banyan Tree. So, that's why that was there. Also, I read about some dream yoga, and they said to lie on your side, knees slightly bent, and head resting on bent arm, which I think would probably make your wrist sore, but I tried it. I wasn't able to sleep like that, but, I was in that position when the baby cuddled up to me. I have met the most talented one-year-old baby, that actually walks around with a mike and sings. He just says, "AAAA!" but he is actually singing. Also someone has a baby avatar on DV, so that's why I dreamt about a baby I think. I tried to go right back to sleep and have another dream, but I was thirsty and had to pee. C'est la vie! Oh, I just want to note that I had the WILD's last night as I was falling asleep, and this one this morning before I woke. I know I had a lot of dreams last night, but this one I liked the best, so I focused on remembering this particular one.

[Baron Samedi]

25.08.2009 Ourobos (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I felt sleepy, like I needed a nap, and I thought it would be cool to try one of my dream goals. I didn't have anything really clear in mind. I thought maybe exploding would be cool, but I was afraid it would hurt, even if I was lucid, because I have experienced pain in dreams. Then I thought about having a sex dream. As I was falling asleep I started thinking about how I'd like to have sex with a certain woman I am into, but, I stopped because I thought, "Well, what if this never happens? What if I have a sex dream about her, and we never actually do it? That would be a huge disappointment." Then, I lost the intention of my dream as I drifted off. I was at some house party, and people were having a conversation about a local cannibal. The way they talked about it was so casual it was a little disturbing. I really felt like I needed to pee. I walked into a dark messy bedroom, and one of my girl cousins followed me, saying that she had to pee also. I told her to go in the closet, I think there may be a bathroom in there. I went behind a shower curtain in the bedroom, and there was a toilet, a sink, and a shower. I pulled my pants and underwear down, and sat down on the toilet with the lid down, and began performing autofellatio. It felt real, which is strange because I have never fellated anyone, including myself. I felt proud of myself that I was able to do it, but I felt kind of gross, too. Also, I could hear people talking, and that bothered me, plus there was no door on the bathroom, just a curtain. I wanted to finish quickly, so I added manual stimulation to the process. I felt ejaculate in my mouth, which disappeared. Then, I stood up, and walked out past the curtain. There I saw this part-Hawaiian guy that I know, T. standing in the bedroom. His ex-girlfriend was one of the cannibal's victims. He relayed to me a story of how he met the cannibal. He told me that the guy lived a couple floors above him in an apartment building. He said he met the guy, and actually hung out with him a couple times, and he seemed really cool and normal. He didn't seem to be bothered that the cannibal ate his ex-girlfriend. He just had kind of an indifferent, well-isn't-that-weird attitude. My cousin walked out of the closet, and stood there, doing nothing. T. kept talking casually about what a funny coincidence it was. I got the impression that the cannibal ate her after T. and his ex broke up, so he didn't care. I woke up, and I had had a wet dream. Well, that was a big disappointment. I felt gross and disturbed. Earlier, I wanted to replace my avatar picture of my face with one of a faun or satyr, and I saw all these pictures of satyrs with horse tails and erect penises. That is what I get for looking at stuff like that before I fall asleep. haha. I haven't had a wet dream in a long time, and I don't like to, because I can usually sense my physical body. In this dream I did not, so that's good. I hope my next nocturnal emission will be about sex with a woman, and not myself! I think this dream may have significance in the sense of the Ouroboros, since I am in the process of rebirth in my life. Also, Ra, the Egyptian sun god performed autofellatio. I have been on Egyptian trip in my subconcious ever since visiting the pyramid. There is a story I heard about the origin of the digjeridoo where this god blows on his own penis to hide or something. I play didjeridoo also. I need to pay more attention to what I put in my head before I fall asleep. I also need to have more intention of what I want to dream about. The funny thing about the cannibal part is how far removed I am from that. I don't eat any kind of meat anymore. In fact, during the entire dream, I had some vegetable soup in the slow cooker that I am making from scratch.

[Baron Samedi]

26.08.2009 stripping (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I vaguely remember swimming in a pool with hot girls in bikinis. There was an artificial waterfall. We were indoors somewhere, and people were watching us. We were playing with a beachball and splashing water at each other, giggling. I felt turned on and exhbitionistic. I pretended I didn't see the people, but I liked the attention. The dream faded to the next scene. I had bigger muscles than in waking life this dream and the next. I have a slim muscular build in waking life. I was in a banquet hall in a resort. The room was full of maybe two or three hundred people dining at circular tables for some event. The emcee asked me another guy, and a couple hot girls to come up front. Some cheesy electronic music came on, and lights pulsed. He announced that we were going to take off our clothes. We started dancing and stripping. I noticed my underwear was white. I was a little embarrassed that the shadows around my genitals would be more apparent. Then, the emcee looking down at me said, "Those aren't see-thru are they?" I looked down. The bottom part of my underwear was totally clear vinyl. I had an erection pressing against it. Oh no! I thought. The emcee pointed again, "Now, Waitaminute! Are those your hairy balls pouring out the side?" The dream ended because I was amazed that whatever he said appeared. I wish I had been lucid, then I would know that the emcee was me. So, I myself was making things appear. Hmm, I should try that in my next dream. Make something appear... hmm... I know, a pen and paper. As I fall asleep, I am going to write a note in my mind, "You are dreaming. Summon a genie." I am then going to place it on the kitchen counter by the toaster in my mind. The genie will automatically ask me my wishes three hopefully. Genies are a very specific kind of archetypes in our society. And they grant wishes.

[Baron Samedi]

26.08.2009 Lucid Living 8/26/09 (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I am learning about dream yoga and the idea of lucid living. I ate a clove of nutmeg last night, and I was also high on cannabis during this experience, but totally awake! I was talking on the phone to a beautiful woman who I feel I have a strong connection to. I told her, "We have these short deep little conversations, and then I can't talk to you for a while because it's too intense. I feel like I've known you in a past life." She said, "I feel like that too, maybe we did." She said, "You're cute." I used to have a crush on her when I first met her nine months ago or so, but I don't anymore. When we said goodbye, she said, "I love you, Nate." I felt not flattered or amazed, but surprised. She has a boyfriend, I think. I don't really care, because I don't want her anymore. Just then, I found a $20 bill on the ground. I was happy, and started laughing. I told her, "Wow, I just found a $20 bill on the ground. That's funny because I have about ten bucks to my name!" She said, "That because you're talking to me. Just kidding! It's your lucky day." I told her, "It's not you, but is the energy we are sharing between us." I got on the bus and sat in the back. All the crazy people sit there. I do it I guess because I'd rather an enemy be nearby than far away. This angry looking guy got on the bus. He looked like a crazed meth head or crack head. I could tell he was a threat, so I stood up to move away. In case he attacked me, I didn't want to be in the corner. He asked me for a quarter. I said, "I don't have it." He said, "It's cool it's cool," as if he doing me a favor by letting me off the hook. He then offered to pound fists with me, and I did it. I then moved toward the back door. He moved and sat closer to me. "Ho, Hawaiian. Ho, boy!" he called. "I just like on quarter, fifty cents." I looked him in the eye and repeated, "I don't have it." I was not about to give him my twenty dollars when I am unemployed and have two weeks to pay a $200 fine to the government, or they put a warrant out for my arrest. I decided if he asked me again, I would shout at him in my biggest voice. I have a very loud fucking voice when I want to. I can make your ribcage vibrate with my shouts. He grumbled that he wanted money, getting more antagonistic toward me. I pointed my finger and blasted him with my chi, shouting, "Stop asking me for money! I'm broke like you, NIGGA!" I did it to frighen him, and also to let everyone on the bus know what he was doing. He mumbled, "Wow. You don't have to be so loud." He got up and stood in front of me by the door. He looked at me, but I stared straight ahead, staring through him, not acknowledging his existence. He grabbed the door aggressively, like a rat in a cage. He got off the bus and didn't bother me.

[Baron Samedi]

28.08.2009 Prison (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was leaving a mall, when I had to cross a little bridge on the second story to get outside. There were a bunch of cops with German shepherds shining flashlights (electric torches) in my face. I didn't know what was going on. They shoved me on the ground, and cuffed me. I was held down there for a long time. "Yup, there's a warrant out for his arrest," I heard one of them say. I lost the details of the next part of the dream. I remember I went to jail, but I got released, and then went back to the facility with my mom to visit someone, probably my cousin who is in prison right now, and got busted with me for graffiti a couple months ago. I was back at the prison, which seemed minimal security, yet still a depressing place to be. It was at night. My mom and I separated, she in the car, and I on foot to look for the admin building. Visiting hours were over. I tried to find an exit. I didn't want to look like someone fleeing. I walked toward a gate. I walked to the guard house. He came out before I got there. "Can I help you with something?" he asked sternly. The gate guard was a tall Caucasian man, dressed like a cop. "I'm just trying to find my way out." "Well, visiting hours are over. Inmates are not allowed to walk around the facility freely. You need to get back inside. You must be new here." "No, I'm not supposed to be here," I explained, "I'm just visiting someone." As I lifted up some papers to show him, he raised his voice, "Hey, what's that in your hand?" "Just papers," I said. "See, these are the visitation forms." "Easy there. Slowly now," he commanded. He took the papers from me, and looked at them. "Hmm, yeah. If you're a visitor, you should've turned these in much earlier, at the time of your visit." I tried to explain to him that my mom and I couldn't find the administration builidng at the beginning of the visit, so we just decided to look for it afterward since we didn't have much time. "Yeah," he looked at me suspiciously. "Got I.D.?" I felt for my wallet. I had forgot it at home. "Oh shit!" I involuntarily cursed, "I forgot it at home." "Well," he smirked, "it looks like you are going to have to stay here until we get this all sorted out." He said "sorted out" in a very sarcastic manner, patronizing me. "Turn around please." I obeyed not wanting to get tackled, choked, tasered, or pepper sprayed. He cuffed me. "Damn," I thought, "this bullshit again." I was on a basketball court with high fences that had locks on the gates. There were a bunch of people in street clothes who had just gotten "picked up" and were awaiting processing. A couple people were pacing back and forth on cel phones. "What?" I thought, "I didn't know we could use our cels." I decided to try and sneak a call home. I dialed my parents' home number. I got the answering machine. "Hey, yeah... I'm in jail, again. I don't know how you just left without me, mom, but yeah. Here I am. So, come get me. Now if you can. I am not even supposed to be here." I sighed and hung up. I saw a friend of mine, P., who is one of the most genuine Christians I have ever met. He was slowly walking around aimlessly through the sea of us sitting on the floor. "Weird. I wonder why he is here. They grab everyone, I guess," I thought. There were both genders in the basketball court, but mostly men. Everyone seemed like regular everyday people. They all were agitated, and seemed confused. We were ordered inside and assigned beds in different rooms. There were about four beds in a room. It was more like the dorms at a military school I went to. They took away our personal belongings, and gave us bedclothes and sleepwear. As I was placing my stuff on the bed, a prison guard turned off the light and ordered us to go to sleep. The next morning, I heard some female voices in the hall. (I had heard one of the the guys in the room with me mumble something about boobies the night before.) Three attractive slutty-looking girls walked in the room. For some reason, they were dressed like grunge rockers from the 90's; white T-shirts, black jeans, Doc Marten's boots, flannels tied around their waists, and silver jewelry. The prettiest one, a Latina chick with a ponytail, long eyelashes, and too much make-up said, "Yeah, so how you boys doing? Do you like boobies?" She giggled. One of her friend lifted up her shirt, revealing perfect B-cups. This was obviously against the rules, so no one hollered and cheered, but the same guy from the night before bugged his eyes out, and quietly whispered, "boobies!" She dropped her shirt and walked out of the room. Another girl lifted up her shirt and smiled. I admired these girl's perfect breasts. Then, I realized they were some kind of a prostitution ring. They were not supposed to be on our floor. Then I saw J., my last lover, standing in the corner of the room behind the other women. I guess she had snuck in with them. She was wearing a long sleeved, red, button down shirt. I knew she wasn't with them. "How did she know I was here? Why is she here?" The other women left. J. made eye contact with me, suppressing a smile. She held a folded up piece of paper in her hand up to her heart. She walked over to my desk and set the paper on it, and silently walked away. I quickly stuffed it in my pocket. "This must be her address, I thought. There is no other way for her to contact me, since she doesn't know my address, and can't call or anything. But, why is she here? I wonder what she did. That is so messed up." I walked out into the hall, and I watched her walk away without turning around. "Damn," I thought as I walked back in the room. "Well, I least I saw some boobies. I am not going to feel bad about that!" I decided to be grateful I saw some boobies even though I was in prison. I made my bed, got into my prison day clothes, and walked back out into the hall. I walked down the hall to the end. There was a window. I stared longingly out the window at the grass and the trees. I wanted to escape. I returned back from where I came, and I saw a bunch of people going down a flight of stairs hurriedly. I thought I should probably go with the flow. There was a huge window, two stories high, next to the stairs. Some prison guards in formal uniforms were raising a giant American flag on a pole right outside the window. The flag was about forty feet long, and 25 feet high. I wondered why they were doing it at noon. Outside was bright and green, with all the bushes, trees, hedges, and grass well manicured. Everyone stopped and faced the flag, hands on their hearts, saying either the Pledge of Allegiance, or singing the National Anthem softly. I couldn't tell which. There was music playing, but I didn't pay much attention to it. All the prisoners halfheartedly dropped their hands toward the end of the song before it was over. There were some cops playing cards on the landing of the stairs, who stopped playing their game, but they did not stand, or take off their hats, or acknowledge the flag was being raised in any way except for pausing their game. The cops were all fat bastards in lazy semi-reclining positions. I saw one of the cops lick his finger sloppily before he selected a card from his hand and set it on a small ugly pale-green 70's style wavy table. It looked like everyone was going to lunch. I didn't care about food. I returned to the second floor and walked down the hall toward the room I was assigned. I walked to the end of the hall where I had been gazing out the window. I saw an open door with a couple steps leading down to what looked like a classroom that had been abandoned and used for storage. I walked in. I saw some dusty butcher paper, broken chairs, and other random dusty office stuff. Then, I noticed my bamboo didjeridoo was sitting there, gathering dust. "Those fuckers!" I thought. "How the hell did they get my didj, and why do they have it?" I picked it up, and examined it. A random female prison guard, and T., the big Hawaiian man, were suddenly in the room with me, behind me. He was wearing a white collared shirt. "What is that you have in your hand?" the woman asked suspiciously. I noticed there were cracks going up the side of the didjeridoo from the bottom. "It's- it was my didjeridoo." "Really?" she asked, doubtful. "Play it for us." "Well, it's kind of broken." I grabbed at the split parts of the wood and began breaking them off, hoping to shorten the didjeridoo, but leave the rest intact. T. saw me struggling, and felt sorry for me, so he pulled out a pocketknife and help me cut them off. I knew he wasn't supposed to do it, so I was grateful. The splits went all the way the didjeridoo anyway. It was ruined. I saw another smaller bamboo didjeridoo. It also had splits going up it. I grabbed it and inspected it. I tried to fix it, but made it worse. I threw on the floor. "It's ruined," I said dejectedly. "Well, you can hear me throat sing," I said. "Go for it," the woman said, crossing her arms. Just then, I looked out the window, and saw a stream with a grassy slope going down toward it, and a fence. There were three women in Chinese peasant clothes and coolie hats being watched by a prison guard walking through a gate in a chain link fence. There was another prison on the other side of the stream. The women were being forced to weed around the fence to make it look pretty. I felt so sorry for them. "What a bunch of bullshit. What a bunch of wasted effort. What a way to forcibly waste another's life," I thought. I was angry and deeply sad. I felt like crying. I decided that I was going to sing to those prisoners even though they couldn't hear me. I started singing softly to myself, and slowly let my volume increase. I was overwhelmed with emotion. The emotion of the moment woke me up, and the song is in my head still. As I write this, I am in tears thinking about all the oppressed people in China, and all the Americans locked up in prison for years over bullshit. This was the longest dream I have ever remembered, which makes it very significant.

[Baron Samedi]

28.08.2009 non-lucid conversation about lucid dreaming (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was lying in bed, talking with one of my best friends on the phone about lucid dreaming. I told him different techniques to becoming lucid, and I told him I hoped he had a lucid dream tonight. After I got done talking with him, I was in a different room, it looked like one from military school. I opened the laptop, to write some stuff, and it was acting up. As I lifted it up, the screen broke at the hinge, or it seemed it was already broken, but was being held in some type of plastic cradle, and it slid up. I could not reattach it very well. When I finally did, the screen seemed to be a cathode ray tube, and had small speakers attached to it. I thought,"Well, at least the music will sound better." It was this ugly black dirty textured black plastic. I don't believe I had a conversation about lucid dreaming in a non-lucid dream!

[Baron Samedi]

01.09.2009 g-string falling (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was in some large building, like a courthouse. I got on a glass elevator with my parents, a bunch of strangers, and some woman that was an acquaintance of mine (in the dream). She looked like she was Southeast Asian. She was wearing a business suit, had short hair, and glasses. I said, "You're all like, mm-mm! No you di-int!" I made a Black girl head movement. She was not amused. I backpedaled. "Well, I am not saying this because you're B- waitaminute, you're not Black, so... so, why are you getting offended?" We got to the top floor. There was an unseen elevator operator that was slowly saying the name of the floor. He had to wait until we got there because he was reading the floor's name off of an red LED marquee sign that was on the outside of the elevator on the building. Just as we got to the top, I felt something fall down my pant leg. On the floor of the elevator by my foot was my wallet, my keys, and a woman's pink and white g-string. I recognized the g-string as one I had borrowed earlier in the dream from the woman I was on the elevator with. She said, "You are going to give that back to me, right?" I mumbled, "Yeah, but I don't have any underwear right now, so this is it, okay?" I quickly gathered these things, and hurried off the elevator to the bathroom. My dad followed me. Seeing the wallet reminded him that I owed him money. He was trying to ask for it in a roundabout way. I was annoyed that he was following me. The restroom had a bunch of people in it. They were noisy. "How the hell did the g-string fall off, and go down my pant leg?" I wondered. I was so agitated by everything, I woke up.I missed two dream signs here, when I asked myself questions... oh well!

[Baron Samedi]

04.09.2009 Sunny Beach (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I don't remember this dream very well. Oh well. I was on a sunny artificial beach in Hawaii with my parents. They start describing to me one of their favorite photos of them which I took of them at sunrise at this campground called Malaekahana. They tease-compliment me, saying, "wow that photographer was so good." I laugh at how silly they can be. I think I had this dream because some acquaintances of mine recently got married at this beach. Also, my sister just told me she is going to start fashion modeling, so it made me think of photography, I am sure.

[Baron Samedi]

04.09.2009 Gay Bashing (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID This was one that I call semi-lucid. It's like I know it's a dream in the back of my mind. Kind of like when you walk into a room to look for something, and you forgot what you were looking for. I was in some house that was mine, but it is not the house I live in. Maybe an apartment. I don't remember all the details of the dream, because I was really tired when I woke up from it, so I went right back to sleep. Anyway, there was a man and a woman in the house with me. The woman was interested in me. The man was jealous which I thought was obnoxious, because he was FLLLLLaming. He interrupted me, and made some snide comment. He decided the visit was over, and gave me a fake smile, saying, "Byeeee!" pretentiously. I decided to call him on it. "Dude, your smile is totally fake," I sneered. He tried to hide his surprise at my honesty by smiling even bigger. BAM! I cracked him in the face, and he fell to the floor. I pummeled his face over and over. "I don't give a shit if this guy is gay. He's an obnoxious asshole, coming into my house, and acting like a prick." The woman did nothing. On a side note, I am not homophobic. I have a lot of gay/bi/lesbian friends. I don't think being gay is an excuse to be obnoxious. I have encountered antagonistic passive-agressive energy from quite a few gay guys. My best friend's twin brother in high school ( a flaming gay boy in the closet ) was always a prick to me for no reason. I always wanted to hit him, but I didn't because he was such a flamer. I also recently met this fem guy (bi, I think) that I thought was really cool. Then, a friend of mine told me he tried to have sex with one of her friends without telling her that he has HIV. That really angered me. Also the same friend of mine told me the same night I unwittingly let this guy borrow a pipe that beat the shit out of her a year ago or so. I wanted to choke him out, or toss him off second floor, but I am probation, so I was like, fuuuuck... and didn't do anything. I think this is why I had this dream.

[Baron Samedi]

09.09.2009 I hate Sears (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Fragment My ex-wife was dragging me around some boring fucking mall. We were in Sears. I was sitting on one of those electric carts for old people, riding it around. It turned into a motorized skateboard at some point. As I rode it, it kept fucking up, and it annoyed me. The rear truck was too loose, and the wheel was rubbing on the deck. I didn't care that I looked immature. I was having fun, sort of. As I tried to keep from hitting my head on a jewelry case, the dream world started to compress on me. I thought, "That's weird. Why is everything getting narrower and narrower?" (Hello, do a reality check!) I was suddenly outside this cold fucking mall in Maine, sitting on my skateboard in front of the store. Then, I noticed the front truck was about to fall off. "What a piece of shit!" I thought. 09.09.2009 boat joke (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Fragment I was watching a scene on a placid river in the southern U.S. A boy was driving a rowboat around with a little outboard engine that had been modified to sit inside the boat. He thought it would be funny if people couldn't see it. He was driving it around back and forth trying to get people's attention on the riverbank. He was steering it with his feet. No one noticed. He tried doing some tricky maneuver, and his boat tilted and filled with water. He fell in some shallow water near some reeds. Suddenly he was an older white man, with a white fisherman's hat and glasses, wearing a white collared poly-cotton shirt. I watched him sink down, and his glasses and hat float up.

[Robot_Butler]

You say you hate Sears, but it sounds like you had fun. I've always wanted to race one of those scooters around, smashing up displays and racks of clothes.

[Baron Samedi]

You say you hate Sears, but it sounds like you had fun. I've always wanted to race one of those scooters around, smashing up displays and racks of clothes. I do hate Sears. That's why I had to do something to entertain myself while my ex-wife shopped for boring clothes. haha If I was lucid I am sure I would've destroyed things, instead of tiptoeing through the tulips.

[Raven Knight]

I have done this quite a few times. I had numerous non-lucid dreams aboug talking to my boyfriend about lucid dreams... And I never once thought to do a reality check! 28.08.2009 non-lucid conversation about lucid dreaming (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was lying in bed, talking with one of my best friends on the phone about lucid dreaming. I told him different techniques to becoming lucid, and I told him I hoped he had a lucid dream tonight. After I got done talking with him, I was in a different room, it looked like one from military school. I opened the laptop, to write some stuff, and it was acting up. As I lifted it up, the screen broke at the hinge, or it seemed it was already broken, but was being held in some type of plastic cradle, and it slid up. I could not reattach it very well. When I finally did, the screen seemed to be a cathode ray tube, and had small speakers attached to it. I thought,"Well, at least the music will sound better." It was this ugly black dirty textured black plastic. I don't believe I had a conversation about lucid dreaming in a non-lucid dream!

[Baron Samedi]

16.09.2009 Astral Pet (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was playing with a big black bullmastiff. He was silly. He had huge black intelligent eyes. I can't remember the setting. I remember thinking as I woke: Aha! That was my astral pet, Jo. He was guarding me from something. 18.09.2009 In which I scare the crap out of a DC (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Fragment I was in a graveyard. Some asshole was standing on my ancestor's gravestone. He was taunting me. The gravestone crumbled and broke, and the man fell through into catacombs below. He was about eight or ten feet underground. He couldn't climb up. He got scared. I told him now we were going to haunt him forever. He began pleading with me to help him out. He looked around at the coffins lining the walls and started shaking with fright. I laughed at him. The dream faded, and I woke up. I think I had this dream because I am going to play Edgar Allan Poe. 16.09.2009 Too Many Pets (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Fragment My room was full of animals. Snakes, lizards, birds, dogs. The dogs knocked over the reptile cages, and some of the snakes and lizards got out. I tried to get them, but they ran away. There were about five medium to small dogs of all different breeds running around in my room. I remember a Shetland Sheepdog that was being particularly mischevious. I was worried about the reptiles. I got mad at myself for letting all the dogs in the room. What was I thinking?

[Baron Samedi]

27.09.2009 Warehouse (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was sitting at a beat up old pressed board circular folding table, in some random mismatched chairs with some people. I was teasing this guy about playing Guitar Hero. I told him he must have a lot of virtual fans. I had my arm around some hot chick, and I leaned back in my chair cockily. We were playing cards, but I wasn't really paying much attention to the game. There were people setting up for something. They were carrying speakers and hanging lights. They seemed to not notice us. I felt like we were by some warehouse by the docks, the generic fighting place for superheroes. I wondered if any bad guys were going to pop out. I suddenly was floating above the warehouse, and it reminded me of a scene from a Batman cartoon. Then, I was back in the warehouse at the card table. I was drinking a cheap bottle of beer, and smoking a cigarette. I felt like talking about the meaning of life for some reason, but I thought this would be an inappropriate setting. I tapped my cig in the ashtray, and the dream faded.

[Man of Shred]

Strange. you were teasing someone about guitar hero. In my dream you were teasing me about playing punk guitar. I play SHRED guitar, not punk. whatever. And in my short lucid i was also floating above a warehouse.

[Baron Samedi]

24.09.2009 Best movie EVAR (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Fragment I walked into a big movie theater and sat down. It was this movie theater that used to be in Waikiki when I was a kid. It had a big curved screen. It was my favorite theater. Oddly, there was a huge organ in this theater, and this chick I had the hots for, Tina, told me that the someone used to play it once a week. I ate my popcorn, and a trailer appeared on the screen. By looking at the scene, I could tell it was a stop motion movie. I got excited. It was a funny little kitchen. "Tim Burton as..." A stop motion Tim Burton appeared. "Tim Burton! And, Director of Waking Life, and A Scanner Darkly, Richard Linklater as..." Richard Linklater entered the scene, "Richard Linklater!" The camera moved to a man with a puff of white hair pacing back and forth behind his back, near the table. "And, Einstein, as Einstein!" "Hmm?" said Einstein, and he looked at the camera it zoomed in on his face. "In a stop motion adventure about making the very same movie that they are in!" Einstein was staring at his hands, flipping them back and forth. "What are you doing?" asked Linklater. "I am trying to see if I am dreaming. Apparently I am not. Wait. Slap me." Linklater slapped him, and Einstein instanlty slapped him back. They were both rubbing their cheeks. "Ok zen! Hmm. We have to do zomezing intereszting," said Einstein. "Zomezing zat vill make ze people think!" "How about we make a movie about making a movie, but the movie we make will be about the movie we are making?" asked Linklater. People in the audience laughed. I chuckled at his cleverness, and ate more popcorn. "This is all just a dreeeeeeam!" said Tim Burton, and spun in circles. I noticed he had a costume on like The Sandman (the Neil Gaiman one.) "Wait a minute. Okay..." sakd Linklater, "How about a stop motion animated movie, about the three of us making this movie that we are in, and we want to make a movie about dreams, but then we end up making it about real life, about our daily lives, trying to make this film about dreams, so it's a documentary of our struggle to make this film about dreams which never comes to fruition. Then, we make a stop motion documentary of that!" "Hmm...." said Einstein. "I think this solves the problem of the theory of relativity mismatching with string theory." Tim Burton grabbed Linklater, and said in his face, "you are dreaming!" Then, to Einstein, "You are dreaming!" Then, he went to the camera, and said, "You are dreaming," and he stuck out his tongue, went crosseyed, and pulled his cheeks away from his mouth. "Nyaaaaah!" he said like a little kid. "IN," said the announcer's voice, "You Are Dreaming! or the Mythical Merry Men at the End of Time, Existence, and Everything Else in the Whole Universe! Directed by Robert Zemeckis." I laughed at the cleverness of the title, and ate more popcorn. I thought about how I was going to tell all my friends about the movie. I don't remember what happened next.

[Mancon]

Wow you have a lot of detail in your dreams. My favorite was the prison one

[Baron Samedi]

Wow you have a lot of detail in your dreams. My favorite was the prison one Yeah, that one was freakin' insane. I also have a lucid dream journal, and a shared dream journal.

[Baron Samedi]

29.09.2009 Ho Sampo! (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FA I am lying in bed. I stretch. For some reason, I have no propioception, like when I had fevers as a kid. I feel like I am 7 or 8 feet tall. "I am my own best teacher," I think to myself. I lie in bed for awhile. I am sleepy still. It's daytime, but I want to go back to sleep. I can't. "Oh, well," I think to myself. I sit on the edge of the bed, and eat a bar of dark chocolate sitting on my nightstand. It's delicious. I am pleased with how easily chocolate boosts my mood. I open my bedroom door. I hear my dad complaining from his bedroom about people eating all his chocolate, so he is going to eat all the watermelon. It's his watermelon! I close the door. I smell the neighbors smoking pot next door. "Bastards! I wish I had some. Oh, well," I think to myself. My sister knocks on my door and walks in. I guess my dad was bitching at her about the watermelon. She is a little upset and sits down. "Mmf. Hey, want some chocolate?" I offer her a piece. She smiles. Two dream goals accomplished: tasting in dreams smelling in dreams WOOHOO!

[Baron Samedi]

06.10.2009 Longest wave EVAR (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I haven't been keeping up with my non-lucids. Here's one of my recent favorites. This was a few days ago. I was bodysurfing in some spot I had never been in. I was at a beach with a sandy shallow bottom. There was a sandbar, so, I was catching waves further out from shore. I felt like I was on the Windward side of Oahu. I caught a perfectly curling wave, about a four foot face. I slid across its surface with my handboard. I kept going and going, all the way into the mouth of a river. The river flowed upstream, and went downhill, inland. I kept riding the wave into the river. I was now in a Hawaiian rainforest. There were beautiful green trees and birds hopping about. I kept riding the wave. It felt amazing.

[Baron Samedi]

07.10.2009 John in Aina Haina (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was walking with my friend John who now lives in New Hampshire, in the valley of Aina Haina on Oahu. I started singing some silly Bobby Brown song from the '80's. "Now who is that?" "Bobby Brown!" he said and laughed. He started singing. He mimicked Bobby Brown perfectly. I realized he was a badass singer. I started beatboxing. He started going off in some Boys II Men, song, then Bel Biv Devoe, then Michael Jackson. I was amazed. This Italian boy has soul! We walked down the street. I was beatboxing loudly, doing high pitched singing, and deep growling beats like Rhazel. How the hell do we sound so badass? I bobbed to the beat and danced down the sidewalk. A nurse in scrubs got out of her car, and eyed us quizically. "This is a badass dream. I don't want to forget this song. I'm hot, too."

[Baron Samedi]

12.10.2009 Massholes (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was driving a big truck on Cape Cod in Massachusetts. I was going way too fast down the curvy roads like a Masshole, jerking the shifter fluidly. Some guy in the passenger seat was gesticulating wildy telling me about some crazy dream he had. Then, he started bragging about some hot chick he was dancing with in the club on Friday. I was chewing tobacco. I had my spit cup in a makeshift cup holder with a lot of duct tape on it. "Dammit, I forgot my coffee... Where is my coffee? Shit. Oh well." The guy in the passenger seat stopped talking for a second. "Let's go to Dunkin Donuts!" he said excitedly. "Hey man," I said seriously as I turned to him, "fuck Dunkin Donuts. Dunkin Donuts will rape your wallet, dumbass. Imagine all these fatass Massholes, they spend, say, just five bucks at Dunkin Donuts every weekday. That's a hundred dollars a month, over twelve hundred dollars a year." "Holy, shit." "Holy shit is right. I'll make my own goddamned coffee, and if I forget it at home, Dunkin Donuts can kiss my ass." We parked the truck at my old house on Ashumet road in Mashpee, and hopped out. There was a big logo of two bold white letters outlined in gold :WN. The slogan said in loopy cursive: We chop shit up, and other shit. I pulled a pack of cigarettes out of my breast pocket, and reached down in my hip pocket. "Dammit! Hey, Alfie, you got a lighter," I said to the other guy. "I don't smoke, dumbass." "Don't blow smoke up my ass, fucker. You mean you don't smoke cigarettes." We both laughed, and began unloading a bunch of logs into my backyard. "Good pun," he said. "Hey, fuck you man, I don't make puns, I'm just a funny fucker, let's just get that straight right now." Someone stepped out of the house. He was wearing a light green t-shirt, jeans, and had a scruffy beard and unkempt hair. He was drinking a cheap bottle of beer. "Ey, Joey," I said, to him, "you got a goddamn lighter on you?" "Shuah," he said in a strong Masshole accent, and tossed me a green oblong lighter. I caught it in midair, and lit up. "Hey, you want a cig, Joey?" "Naw, fuck that shit, I'm trying to quit." "Well good shit, then do it." "Fuck yeah!" he said. "Help us unload this shit." Joey started to help us unload. "Joey, you going to let this guy tell you what to do, or what? Just because he's older than you?" asked Alfie. "Hey Alfie, shut the fuck up. All that weed you've been smokin', comes from this fucker. You like smokin' weed Alfie?" "Fuck, no!" We laughed. "Hey! You know what, shut the fuck up if you like your job, and shut the fuck up if you don't. Chuck these goddamned logs like the little bitch that you are. I want to get this shit done, and get to the goddamned bah before the goddamned sun sets. I hate these goddamned short winter days. It's so fuckin' depressing." "Alright, old man," said Alfie to me, "you are going to start talking about why Hawai'i is so much better than Mass?" "Fuck yeah it is, you little snot-nosed shit. Fuckin blues skies, warm weather all day. Chicks from every race in the world wandering around in bikinis. Goddammit, I gotta get back somehow. And, I may be older than you, but I already look younger. When you are forty-eight years old, and have a hot little 20 year old daughter, I am going to be bangin' her in the back seat of the car you bought her for college." "Hey, fuck you, man!" We were done unloading the wood. I tossed the last log on the pile. "'Hey fuck you, man!' " I mocked. "That the best you can do, sweet cheeks?" Joey laughed. "Hop in, little shit. Let's go have a goddamned drink. I thirst like an Irish sailor." "You are an Irish sailor, ya drunken mick." "Exactly. And you, are a greasy ass wop." The three of us jumped in the truck. As I started it, I asked Joey, "Ey, killah, you got any goddam j's on ya?" "But of course," said Joey in a faux English accent as he flipped open a cigarette case full of j's, and handed me one. I gave it to Alfie. "Hey light this shit, will ya, then pass it over to the man." We pulled out of the driveway and drove toward the bah. "Ey, you're alright boss," said Alfie. "Hey fuck you. I'm an asshole." "No, you're a Masshole." "Hey fuck that shit. I'm not from here." "Well, you sound like it by now, maddafakka." I inhaled deeply and as I exhaled, squinting, I said theatrically, "I am Kain! I am a restless wanderer on the face of the earth, cursed from birth. To wander is destiny. To be still is stagnant. Pain is temporary, life is futile. Eat drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die!" "You're nuts," said Alfie. "Shut the fuck up, and hit this shit," I said as I passed him the joint, and we all laughed.

[Baron Samedi]

13.10.2009 Creepy Donut War (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM Mist World Donut World This dream kept flipping back and forth between two worlds, or two ways of perceiving. It was freaking me out! There was a misty fantasy world, and a post apocalyptic more realistic world, but all the people were exactly the same. I felt like the people in the fantasy world were playing some kind of weird game, like Live Action Role Players. I was semi-lucid the entire dream. I was in a misty forest upon damp earth. There were two strange races, the Crawlers, and the Walkers. Both were covered in blackish green stuff that looked like a kind of spongy plant matter, and had large heads. The Crawlers had hands just like the Walkers, but always crawled. They never crawled on their knees, but on their feet. The Walkers had some type of goggles on their heads which had lenses that reflected orange. They could not see the Crawlers, or were pretending not to see them. They were in some type of game against each other, and were always very close to each other. The Crawlers were aware of the Walkers, but they didn't stand up, though I felt like they could. I was a Crawler. I moved away from some Walkers, and hid near a small log. I saw a strange woman crawling up the hill with blue skin, and very humanoid looking. As she got closer, I noticed it was a man wearing a Hollywood quality Mystique costume, but he had peeled off the head part, so I could see his bald white head. He had a grin on his face. It creeped my out. Suddenly I was in the other dimension. The people were all the same people. Now, all the Walkers had on aprons and white hats like bakers, and the Crawlers were standing up wearing a random assortment of casual street clothes. We were still in a forest, but there was no mist now. The Walkers had a lot of flour on their aprons, and were dusting it off. The Crawlers were casually asking the Walkers where the donuts were. The Walkers pretended to be preoccupied with dusting themselves off. "Uh, Exactly what the fuck is going on?" I whispered to Raven. She wasn't there. Where the hell is she. This dream is too creepy to be in by myself. She was just here, wasn't she? The dream flipped again, and I was down on my feet and hands, an ugly spongy plant creature, quietly crawling in the mist. Nghah! This is freakin' creepy. Ok, I am officially creeped out. What are these people? What the hell am I? The dream flipped back to the "realistic" dimension, and this time the Walkers were standing in a tight group, looking a little nervous. The Crawlers were walking toward them menacingly with something in their hands. It was... Ngyah! Ack! This is freaking me the fuck out! Everyone is so quiet, and pretending not to notice each other. Why? Why are we these... things? Why are we going back and forth between these two dimensions? The Walkers were in a tight group, looking like they were about to panic. The Crawlers all had butcher knives in their hands. "Where are the donuts?" they asked menacingly. Flip. Flip. Flip. Flip. We were chasing the the Walkers through the forest. "To the Kitchen! We must take sanctuary in The Kitchen!" the Walkers shouted. They ran into a bakery, and tried to shut the doors on us, but we bullied our way in. There were a bunch of Walkers baking donuts that seemed unphased by our presence. "Where is The Baker!" I yelled. "Baker, reveal yourself, or I will kill all your donut making cronies!" A man stood out from the rest. I grabbed his neck with my left arm, and his right wrist with my right. "Where are the donuts, YOU BASTARD?" I screamed at him, frothing at the mouth. "They're all around you, you asshole!" he coughed. "Well, I can see that, but HOW DO YOU MAKE THEM?" I screamed at him again, as I choked him with my left hand, and bent his hand around, causing him pain. "Well, you take some flour and water, (I like to use soymilk, because I'm lactose intolerant) some eggs, let it all rise, then just drop the dough in a deep fryer. It's pretty easy actually." I loosened my grip, and he coughed. "Oh, hey, that makes sense. Thanks." "Sure," he said, dusting flour off of his apron.

[Baron Samedi]

17.10.2009 wedding of weirdness (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID This lady I have recently met invited me to a party. Let me describe her: she is a middle-aged European woman with a strong accent. She speaks many languages. She has lived in India for many years. I thought it would be interesting, so I decided to go. I was at a party on a riverbank. It was sort of a potluck picnic. I was meandering about talking to people. I started talking to a man that has a crush on her, J. He is an interesting eccentric person with long curly white hair, and wears a grey sports coat. He is tall, talkative, and speaks quietly. There was a slope leading down to the riverbank. A scruffy man stood at the top, calling to us, and waved. He had a small skateboard in his hand. He put the skateboard under his foot, and skated slowly down the slope. Leaves of an ironwood tree mounded up in front of his skateboard, stopping him. He picked it up, and hopped on to a path parallel to the river, and skated down it. His skateboard was barely bigger than his foot. missing time We were in a Catholic church. There were statues of Mary, Jesus, and the saints in little alcoves in the walls which were painted white. I felt like I was in the Southwestern US or Mexico. We were in a hallway. The European woman was wearing a wedding gown with her back to me. Some women were wearing flowers in their hair. We were all facing the same direction except for a man that I did not recognize wearing a black suit, and holding a top hat under an arm. He had a white beard and moustache, neatly trimmed, and was balding. "Surprise!" said the bride. "Everyone, I invited you to my wedding party! I tricked you," she laughed gleefully. J. seemed to think it was him that she was marrying for a second, then he saw the other man, and started crying. No one seemed to noticed. I was distressed by this. We started walking backwards down the hall. "Backwards, backwards, everyone walk backwards!" the bride said in a singsongy voice. The groom walked forward solemnly as if he was a pallbearer. J. followed us, but walked forward with stooped shoulder, crying openly. I wished that he would say something, or leave. I wanted an excuse to leave. I felt that if he left, then I would have a good reason to leave myself. We ended up in the sanctuary of a Pentecostal church. There were many pews about. I left the group and sat down in a pew. It seemed as if only the women were in the wedding party. missing time A group of children of varying ages stood on stage. They gave the microphone to a girl about three years old. She spoke with perfection diction: I had sex when I was zero years old. The audience laughed. "I can talk like an adult, because I kick ass." I did not find this funny. The girl's eyes looked like two black holes. She seemed malicious. I was creeped out. missing time A man wearing a big head mask stood in front of the stage. The big head looked very realistic. He looked like a caricature of my friend Jason, with dark skin, a big grin, and glasses. A strange dance song came on with the word "brotha" in it mixed up in different ways, like a DJ scratching the word. The man was wearing a salmon colored sweater with sleeves that were about two or three feet too long. He spun the sleeves and danced. Another man ran up and stood on the side. He had the Bible open. He started yelling about Psalm 3, saying that the man dancing was wrong, and what he was doing was a sin according to scripture. The man dancing got angry and walked off stage. Everyone was silent. One person yelled, "Come back!" Another person applauded the man that yelled, "come back!" Most of the audience joined in the applause. I did also, because I thought his dance was so creative and bizarre, I wanted to see the rest of it. I liked the beat of the strange song. We started chanting, "come back, come back." I looked to the double doorway in the direction he had exited. I couldn't see hime. Then, he appeared on stage, this time without wearing the big head. I recongized the man by his sweater with the long sleeves. He smiled at the audience. A Sunday school teacher with a microphone walked in the space in front of the stage with a bunch of toddlers crowding him. The Sunday school teacher pretended not to see him. He got frustrated again, and left the stage.