non-lucid

There was something I needed to do, and (in the dream) I was awake at night more than once trying to do it. I was trying not to be seen, because sneaking around at night generally looks pretty weird. I was moving slowly around the edge of the house and noticed that a side gate was open, and shut it. I noticed someone else being around, who assumed I was part of their organisation (which I was, sort of) and she gave me a headset that showed me a map, with three massive continents and a triangle between them, the main lines (there were more) that determine day and night in this world, amongst other things. I do remember the continents having names and features, but I forgot them. The 'Worldkeepers' are part of the 'Policekeepers' (or was it the other way around?) and have to ensure that the system works correctly.

The movement of the day and night took place in the minimum time that travel between the continents could happen, like the speed of light being the fastest speed, and only the "Worldkeepers", like I was, had the authority to go beyond it, which happened through a sort of teleportation that followed the lines. I was planning to use this for something or other, but I wasn't familiar with the interface because I had ended up in the past or future or something from use of the lines, so they weren't familiar with me either, and I was trying to cover this fact up.

I remember a few scenes, like a long series of gates in the night, but can't place them. I think some of them weren't possible to see from my perspective inside the dream.

When I put things in sequence the first I remember is a video or perspective about how European settlers also suffered loss and death during the colonisation of the New World. It showed rural children scrambling in a rustic graveyard and hiding. There was a scrolling through a list of things, large pot, iron fence, stone, like that, which were actually disguised children hiding from a militia. They were apparently the ancestors of the Amish or maybe it was just comparing lifestyle to them.

Next I remember wandering in some country area, and on a path was with some other people being informed about 9 people having accidents and 4 apparently gruesome ones, because they didn't understand Planck's Constant, apparently an equation for cellular dynamics or biology. There was a ditch nearby and a sewer was meant to have run through it. A plastic cap was the proof for this, as some girl explained helpfully and unsolicited, although I was wary of touching something that had been of a sewer even if it had been years since it was flowing.

I saw from a very high vantage point many railway lines, where trains slowly switched. A man had planted bombs under the tracks, and I saw when they exploded how trains were toppled, people scrambled and trains vainly continued moving on. At one point, people actually managed to somehow push a train upright and cram back in, only for there to be another bomb. Next, my view changed and I was on a high platform watching people truying to avoid gunshots, in what looked, seemed like a maze, and I willed that the people I liked would stay away from vulnerable spots. I saw in detail how the man had prepared his attack and the arsenl he used.

Finally, it was the aftermath and few people dared go in public, but I was in a complex of buildings when I heard bangs and left with a man who had military experience, who would surely be the best hope for escape. We needed to move through a corridor which had glass window panes for walls pretty much, and as I clung to the bottom, knowing the wooden part of the wall could not conceal me, I saw the man with his gun in his hand. He could so easily look and see us...

The dreamsigns were railway tracks and bullets, which both reoccur infrequently. I think hearing fireworks may have suggested guns and bombs to me. I can't call it a nightmare because there wasn't much of an aura of fear, most dreams of this kind are like that though. I'm not in harm's way in nightmares as often as not.

I saw from third person abstract points of view the teleportation of the continental USA to somewhere and its displacement in time. Every day would repeat, but explosions that happened in history would reoccur. I worried when we heard the cycle might end since a cycle that displaced explosions with no casualties would be better. Also, North Korea was somehow involved and the only country that went with them.

Two objects, a small metal egg and a brass ring. One could only be broken by a fall of 30 feet, if dropped by a divine entity, the other never broke. They made a death acceptable, redeemed or fixed, somehow, and I discusses it with someone. Trees, buildings, dreamscapes.

There was a nasty individual, a villain for the lack of a better word, who wanted to harness the powers of time to do tricks like clone people by sending them back and so on. I was assigned to the research of the field. There was a stone track, like a wheel, around which the subjects would travel. There were enough people to fill it, and a horse or two for some reason. They walked around and I would try and adjust the experiment and watch the effects of the phenomenon in the walking subjects, without even thinking about the morality of working for who I did. Those subjects, some would just merge or split in a flash of light, but a failure made one change out of control, a paradox creating a strange black whirl as it consumed them.

At first, I remember a map, showing how a nation marked in brown on the map spread from Japan to a series of new islands and microcontinents in the Pacific. Slowly it reached an island far away from its origin and the original lands became home to others. Now and then a patch of yellow would appear on the map, showing strife. I think there was more to that world, a lot, but I don't remember it all.

I became suspicious about some of the nations and their success, so I 'descended' to see them. One mentioned the Romans, showing they has 'future knowledge' as that wouldn't have happened yet on this world. There was another human who knew and.... something else.

When I investigated I found myself in a fork of a dark corridor, two ways going into different rooms. Something explained to me, or maybe I remembered, that anguish and other heartfelt emotion leaves behind psychic traces, which amalgamate into things. I wondered briefly about the different things that might appear from different origins, even excited at the possibility of some and afraid at others.

There was one there. It 'spoke', although I don't recall everything, about its existence and other things. It was very clearly malicious, but didn't lash out. I found someone else nearby, but before I could say anything I felt a hypnic jerk, stumbled forward and shouted. There was a rushing, screaming sound of a kind that only dreams seem to be able to achieve. The person didn't notice, but by the time I asked why, I was waking up.

I was on the phone to my sister, who was asking me where I was. I could somehow see the room she was in, although only that she was next to a fish tank or maybe a terrarium. I said that I was at home and was confused, because I wasn't exactly anywhere out of the ordinary. Not pressing the point for much longer, she started introducing me to some person next to her for no clear reason, who I could barely see, but at that moment I'd thought she'd finished and put the phone down.

Then, I remember something about boats, floods in the streets, and an independent fragment about chimpanzees starting to get more intelligent and how they'd destroy themselves quickly if they were able to use weapons.

I was walking around a large pond, very shallow. In it was standing a bison big enough to fill the pond, clearly dead, as it had large rotting chunks taken out of it, yet able to stand. The size was probably larger than a small bus, although I was never standing close, more looking down at it in the pond. I wondered where the matter would go when it disintegrated. It was not particularly disturbing, although there wasn't much detail, and the grass had a bland, bright, untextured quality to it.

At first all I can remember is the sound of a television show, or something like it, and I was irritated because the voices, of different characters, were apparently done by two of the same people, both with annoying, high-pitched and screechy voices, or, at least, that was how I thought of it then.

Then, I was signing up for a gym and was looking at the different options and programmes they were offering. They had a chart full of icons and a description next to them, telling customers that they offered tailored routines for various sports and specialities. I didn't like the idea of specialising so much and having to pay for it, but decided to choose swimming, as it seemed right. However, it turns out that this wasn't any normal gym, as it was actually a training centre that taught skills and habits, though I'm pretty sure there was a physical aspect to it, somehow. In order to make the challenges harder, you would swap your mind into one of the bodies they provided. For each speciality, they offered numerous different arenas that had difficulty levels from beginner to advanced members. I decided to try one out. I'm not sure how the transfer happened, but it seemed easy and natural.

The swimming challenge area that I had chosen looked much like a typical, large swimming pool, except that there was nobody about. I looked at the body that I had been given. It was a creature about four feet tall with pink skin and a thin elephant-like trunk, and it looked pretty ugly. I might have come face-to-face with it in my real body at some point. I started thinking about the implications of body-swapping, since to have your mind transferred into a different body meant that the information was being lost from the old body, and that was possibly a form of death. I was calmed by the fact that it didn't feel that way, but I did recall an odd sensation of an ending coming when the transfer happened. Later, I decided to have a look at one of their hardest swimming areas. It was a pond surrounded by mud, the bottom filled with broken glass and detritus, the water, which was extremely cold, not really looking like water but something unidentifiably different, and all manner of other hazards around. The body that you were swapped into was weirder than the last one, and it was a transparent, featureless amber-tinted ovoid, which had no apparent means of propulsion but was able to swim around anyway.

This was the second time I swapped bodies in a dream, at least as I recall.

[ 1st Person, 3rd Person, Comments, Lucid ]

This is from night before last.

There were a set of flowerbeds squeezed in the meagre space near some houses and a park and my entire family, car parked nearby, was looking around. It was white and had petals elongated and tapered inward to make a sort of bulb. Below it was a plague, which warned that its species is venomous; just touching the tip is enough for it to poison you, and you'll barely feel it. First, it says, you go numb, then collapse, and if not treated, die soon after. Past the open car door, I can just see a hand almost touching it, apparently oblivious to the danger, and I'm paralysed by indecision, as making a scene might shock them into moving their hand and making them poison themselves. I shout a warning, but it's too late. Not much time left...

From last night.

I'm near a car park, on the edge of a grass verge and across a road runs a path towards the high school a fair distance away. It's dusk. The weather is bleak, so dark and overcast and pouring with cold rain. An ambulance is parked next to the path, and there is some sort of activity, but I can't see what they're doing. It was more a grim sign of injury or an omen in the way it felt. The scene shifts and I'm back at school for some reason, trying to work out, and the buildings are massively extended into a new wing, somewhat creepy in a clinical or bureaucratic way, that couldn't physically fit into the way the real school is built. I'm wondering why the ambulance is there, so I decide to go back and see if I can find anyone, and the next I know I'm there. The road is suddenly busy and it takes a while to find an opportunity to cross over. Despite that, there's hardly any people about. There are now two or three ambulances, and it's starting to worry me. What's injuring people? The only other person about is a girl, who was just going back, but doesn't know about what's happening either. Then the dream gets incoherent. There might have been other things happening, but I can't remember too well. I'm back in the ersatz wing of the school. Sherlock Holmes was investigating the incident. Watson was secretly broadcasting everything live on television, but Sherlock knew, informed him that he knew, and didn't particularly care. In the end, he determines that a cruel alien species, I think the name started with 'q', that uses baby skulls as shields was responsible.