non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP At some beach house with Riverstone and a couple of my cats and some friends, like Tânia. I hear that Jonh Blacksmith is also around and for some reason I am asked to accompany some kid to the place he s staying, to deliver a message. After doing so, I stay there to chat a little bit. But John is so very busy, going back and forth and in out of the room. Then he says he needs to go shower, but will come back, so I interpret that he wants me to wait. I stay but I fall asleep on his bed. I notice him coming in later on and getting dressed. He knows I am there but doesn't want to wake me up. He lookdearingly to me. I play with it and pretend to be on a light sleep and reposition myself to a cute sleeping pose. Then he goes out again and I think maybe he left because I was alseeep, so I get up to clear that up. I see myself in a mirror. I have a cute yellow ruffled dress and short hair, which all messy. So I tidy up a little bit and then he comes back again. He sees me picking up my stuff to leave, so he calls me on to stand in front of him and he says something nervously. I don't understand half of what he says but I feel the emotion in his words. He is saying that he loves me and wants to be with me and apparently he is free to do it. He starts crying like a baby, with snot in his nose and I also start crying and we embrace each other warmly. He points to inside the wardrobe and says something that I again have trouble understanding. I ask him to repeat and he says there is a portal in the wardrobe and we can jump through it and get out at some other place where someone he knows can marry us on the spot. I am like "Wait, no!" But some people we know start coming into the room to speak to him and they see him hugging me, so before they see my face and go spread the word about it, I agree to jump. So we jump. On the other side is a large room like an attic and there is some lady there. He explains that she can marry us right away and we can leave everything behind. That's when I get away from him and say "I am sorru but I can't, for better or for worse, I need to go back to my life." And all his plans shatter and I see all hope abandoning him. I loved our cathartic moment together, love the idea that we could have had it differently in a different life, but in this life it is not meant to happen. I am friend or sister of Ana, who dates Christian Grey. One day she is helping me and Riverstone put stuff into our van and one of her exes passes by on the sidewalk with his snobbish new girlfriend. Ana says "Oh no!" when she sees them, but puts on a smile and says hello to them. The other woman mocks her, by saying she looks good but in a condescendent way. Ana plays it cool and says she is doing good. But the bitch laughs and replies "We can see you really moved up in life". We are really irritated, but we try not to bring up she is dating Christian because that would lowering to her level. In any case, I walk up to her and get my face near hers and say "Bitch, you have no idea. You'd be crying if you knew." She scoffs me off and they walk away. I know she'll eventually find out what I am talking about. Ana is about to get married to him and she'll be on every papparazzi magazine. Then it's her wedding day and it is very bizarre. First we gather with some of his family in the UK, because his family is full of British nobility. They dress and behave funny, but all of them seem to be nice people. Christian finds Ana hiding in a corner, crying upset and wants to know what's going on. We tell him what happened some days before and how she is still struggling with it. He immediately wants to go confront the woman, but we talk him out of it. Instead we explain how it is to grow up poor, and no matter how much you work, you still never getting enough money to get out of poverty, and the anger that comes with it. And how it isn't remotely ok to shame others just because now you're rich, not due to any accomplishment, but just through marriage. First, because it ain't your money and second, because money should not define your worth in the eyes of anyone else. Therefore Ana is crying out of frustration because she wants to feel self worth for herself. Christian and a friend are listening to this attentively. Then I leave them and join some other family members wbo are playing silly games. They say they are traditional and I mention they seem totally absurd. All the ladies, one by one, have to try to catch something that will be thrown, but it is not a bouquet, it can be anything else. I get hit by a cloud of sewing pins. I spend like an hour removing them from my chest and face. And even from some poor cat who got in the way when that happened. Then some other girl gets covered in darts, but she is ecstatic. I just think "What in the hell?" Then there is a feast, but in the end there is so much wasted food, so I stay behind separating what is good to eat and compacting and separating packages for recycling, because I don't know if the servants will do so. I distribute wet bread outside in the garden for pigeons and other birds to eat, and I start putting packages of chips and other snacks in carton boxes and plastic bags and wondering how am I going to take this all on my plane trip back home.
Night of June 8th, 2016: Missing Shoes / Fishboy So, in this dream I ended up on my school bus without any shoes on (I had black socks). As I arrived at school I decided I would go to the gym and take my tennis shoes out of my gym locker. On the way there, I ran into a police officer who offered to open the locker and retrieve my shoes for me. Here, the dream cuts away from me and instead goes to a 3rd person view of the officer, with me nowhere to be seen. He is seen walking into some sort of mall/store/restaurant thing and getting sidetracked, but I heard him say something along the lines of "It's too much trouble to open the locker; it'll be more cost effective to just buy her new shoes." Not sure what happened after this but I switched into a completely different dream. I was being chased (in my front yard near the tip of our pond) by 4-5 teenage guys with unknown/fuzzily remembered intentions. Possibly to hurt me? Either way, one was British and seemed to take a liking to me. He, jumping into the water, turned into a strange black fish resembling a catfish without the whiskers, but more blob-like, and started singing. I remember saying, "Don't you dare turn this into a musical," despite my fear of the whole turn of events. My whole yard flooded, and he was following me through the water. The water was murky and dark, and he went under. I, of course, was very freaked out and hopped onto the back of my friend Mallory (no idea where she came into the dream, but who cares) and tried to hold my feet out of the water. I desperately pleaded her to help me take my feet out of the water so the fishboy couldn't get me, and she suggested I just take my feet out of the water. Oddly, my feet were stuck and my vision suddenly impaired. I then woke up.
24/8/2014 2310-0721 1. I remember Family Guy. A cable guy went to their house. He tried to fix their cable, then he offered free cable. He flipped a switch or something, and they had free cable. Peter flipped to a European channel, and the entire family got sucked into the TV. They arrived at a carnival. All of them became very excited, now that they were in "Europe". They went on many rides and attractions. They stayed there for the rest of their lives. At the end of Peter's and Lois's lives, they went to a "retirement ride," where Peter said, "Well, I guess we have nothing to live for anymore". Then the ride got to the station. Peter said, "Oh yeah. Europe has excellent health care." Peter and Lois got on the ride and they rode it happily ever after. The end. 2. I went to Madagascar with a couple of women. It was during the 1800's, when the British Empire owned most of the world. Apparently, in this dream, the British owned Madagascar, too. I remember it looking a lot like a coastal desert, and sort of like Australia's deserts in the middle. There were many British soldiers everywhere. The two women and I went to a hotel and we had a threesome the whole night. After the night, they apparently were captured by the British army, and were then being held prisoner by them. At this point, the dream seemed to become a video game, of sorts. I had to avoid the guards and rescue the women. There were many wooded structures everywhere. That was the dream.
Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #184: Be Still My Beating Heart I’m walking through a parking lot into a mall, recalling an earlier dream where Dad had brawled with some pellet gun-wielding high school kid in a parking lot just like this one. As I enter the mall, I recall my intent to have a lucid dream, and one begins. I walk past a set of red metallic benches, taking in the detail and comparing it to waking life. I marvel at how completely realistic it looks. As I continue down the walkway, I turn toward a woman walking with her two young daughters and half-shout, “Can you believe this is all a dream?” They smile politely and scurry away. I take a brief detour through a clothing store, walk past a few more places, and then exit onto some kind of outdoor boardwalk area. There’s a tattoo parlor to my left with a wood-carved sign overhead which depicts two attractive, dark-haired, pale-skinned women with intricate sleeve tattoos. The place is called “Nutjob”. I think how cool it’d be to get tatted up in a dream and start to head inside. It looks a bit more like a boutique when I get closer and I suddenly get this irrational fear that things will turn sexy in this place and that I’d better avoid it. I head back through a door into the mall and encounter a grinning, friendly-looking British woman in her late 20s. I remember Task of the Month and ask her, “Who is my true love?” She says some stream of hilarious nonsense about waffles, and we both start laughing. I think she is super cool. “I’m not going to be able to remember that. Can you answer again?” She laughs even harder and then starts singing “Polly Wolly Doodle” in a British Donald Duck voice. (The kids have an Easter toy that does this, but not with a British accent.) I can’t stop laughing and I try not to think about whether you can laugh yourself awake from a lucid dream. I start thinking about what the other tasks were and she wanders off as I do so. I remember something about your heart, and then spy Wife walking in the mall about twenty feet in front of me. Still in an incredibly good mood, I run up to her, get her attention, and after she says, “Hey!” I make out with her for a little bit. This is fun, but okay, back to tasks! I’m supposed to pull my still-beating heart from my chest and give it to a loved one. “Here, watch this!” Wife keeps looking at the nearby stores instead of me. “You really need to watch. I’m only going to do this once.” She looks back and I reach my hand inside my body. I feel something about the size of a softball pulsing very softly. The movement is a bit too weak for a heart muscle, but whatever. I pull it from my chest and when I present it to her… my hand is empty! “What are you trying to do?” asks Wife. I explain the task and she furrows her brow. “You really don't need to do that for me,” she says before wandering away into a nearby store. I wander through the mall some more, baffled by how long and stable this LD is. I pass through a busy arcade area where I see a mom busily taking care of 10-12 girls shouting demands during a birthday party. There’s cake being passed around which I sort of want to try but I feel like I am at enough kid birthday parties in waking life. As I’m heading back into the hallway, an attractive Asian woman with waist-length hair passes by. We look at one another and the guy she’s with, some generic dude in his late 40s with thinning hair, seems to jealously take notice. He kind of freaks out, storming around and I say, “You want to go to the parking lot.” He obediently leaves. But when I turn back to the woman, blood’s pouring out of her nose like he just hit her. I’m confused because I didn’t notice him do this. I worry that my confusion means the dream is ending. I pass my hand in front of her face and she’s healed. When I glance over my shoulder, the guy is back, glaring at us. “You’re not coming back here again,” I say, and again he leaves. I say something to the woman about how this is a dream and she agrees. The dream is definitely fading now but we still manage a bit of sexytime before the dream ends.
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I dreamt that I was in an old building. I was there on some occasion, a party or something similar. I was in a room talking to two others when a ghost appeared from the wall. It was a woman, dressed in very fancy Baroque style clothing. She was completely white and slightly transparent. I recognised her, she was a very famous ghost of a British lady. Her name was Mary, I can't recall her surname though. Coming to think of it, the entire house and setting was very British, so I guess that is where the dream scene took place. I think me and the others talked about her when she passed us. She didn't pay attention to us, she just walked past us and disappeared into the wall behind us. she didn't even turn her head, maybe she couldn't see us.
Bad recall from me, not sure why. Attempted WBTB MILD. I don't really remember waking up, but I must have, I think it could have been the relaxing music + alarm that I could have slept through. I probably didn't mantra when WBTB, in this dream there was loads more dammit! I am in a camp-site, oddly, the camp is split into two half's, one for the British the other the Nazis. I know they are up to something, and in the night my rank is changed to being dismissed and I am forced to leave. When doing so I stroll off for abit, and then come to the conclusion that my rank was changed by the enemy. I run back, to see my camp devastated, there is a large slit in the side of my tent and my cricket bag (?) has been burnt and chucked across the campsite. I go over to their camp and tell them we are coming in the night.
Date: 08-04-10 Length: 2 Hours Vividness: 8/10 I was in a house with some random people, including Dakota (my girlfriend), my family and I. We went out to dinner and took the metro. We got to the restaurant and took our seats. My dad sat across and to the left of me. Dakota went to ask some question to one of the waiters, but when the waiter answered the question, everyone around them screamed out "way to spoil the answer!" While Dakota was gone, a random British boy sat next to my dad and started talking to him about girls. A girl then sat down next to me and I got nervous because I thought she was coming on to me. She left, and Sam Adams (a class mate), who I've known since 5th grade, sat next to me but left shortly after because she realized it was somebody else's seat. Suddenly, I was watching a commercial, but it was as if I were in it. It was talking about twins and their "guardian angel". There was a rather fat boy on a bed, my mind kepy flashing on things in his room; two pairs of shoes, a pair of something else, another pair. Pairs of everything, relating to some twins he was friends with, like he was made to serve them, or protect them. -frenchblablabla
3/7-8. 12. 8. Going through a covered walkway. Feels like a line to a ride kind of. I look into a piece of glass, it’s a window, but there’s nothing inside, and see a reflection of Ed, Edd, and Eddy. Edd is talking about something. Then it’s a CoD/ Metal of Honor kind of war training. Something about the gun magazine. Then dodging enemy gunfire. At Universal Studios. Pass by an old looking part of the park. Sit on a bench. Glee people are there and sing a song (feels like that on vid of the people singing Bad Romance acapella). Then a building falls so I go over to help and dig 2 people out. One is an old man Fighting Rift baddies. Then I’m on an iTunes-like site and DL Bad Romance. I think about putting my iPod of shuffle so I can hear it 835. In some older looking hotel. Hilarious British skits. In an elevator and when it goes up and stops you jump or something like that. I think a guy was scared so that’s why it was funny. Then in a room with an orange color to it. Some guys that look like Fred and George Weasley are showing me questions from a math test they took. They had the most hilarious answers to the questions. Some answers were so vague that they were right, and some were questions they missed because they had been misread, but were hilarious. Woke up actually laughing I'm not sure if there was the thumb, but this is pretty much how it looked. Mind you, I was laughing hard at this
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