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Type: Paranoia/Evasion
Perspective: Mixed (initially Self, transforming to Character, male hobbit)

NLD: The dream began with a long complicated plot set in a futuristic world. The antagonist was trying to find me and some other people; I had the codes to some device of his that would frustrate his plans. At this point my dream character was still me, I know this because enemy agents were using my name and even showing around a picture of me. (The prevalence of this "paranoia/conspiracy" theme in dreams is one of the reasons I suspect—pure speculation—that schizophrenia in waking life is a condition related to dreaming.)

Enemy forces had located us, were closing in, we knew we had to run. We decided to split into two groups that would flee separately. I was with a group that was going to go on a very long journey. There was no perceptible shift in the dream or narrative, but by the end of the dream this was all entirely a group of male hobbits, and I, going with them, was also a male hobbit. There was no precise "moment" when the shift took place though, the dream narrative was continuous, and the transformation imperceptible: I was still "me' before the start of the journey then woke up remembering that I was one of the hobbits.

I had anticipated that we would need to flee and already packed a backpack, so while the two group leaders were waiting for the rest of us to prep and join them, I went and grabbed it. I checked inside first to make sure I had the right bag. I saw lots of warm clothes—that was good, I'm always inclined to get cold. I grabbed a few more things from my pile: a fleece jacket, a wide-brimmed hat. I was already wearing a leather pouch around my neck with my ring in it. When I had noticed this earlier I had wondered why my ring was in the bag instead of on my finger; I assumed I had to hide it for some reason. (Source: the dream played out with an increasing LOTR theme, so this could be a nod to the way Frodo carries the One Ring; it could also be day residue, as the other day I had taken off my ring for a long time for some task.)

On the table with the gear I was choosing from was a sort of talisman made of a round disk of leather, as well as a few masks which I grabbed at the last minute—they weighed almost nothing and might come in handy. I considered the options: should I put on a mask before we left? If I needed to conceal my identity from those who would recognize me it could be useful, but if we were trying to pass incognito among people who wouldn't already recognize me, wearing a mask might draw too much attention and be a disadvantage. But better to have the option than not.

I was the third one to gather around the group leader, a male hobbit, and we were waiting on about three others. While we were waiting I went through the masks I had grabbed at the last minute to make a more careful selection, trying them on in a mirror. A couple were cheap plastic full-face masks, and I wasn't sure if they would stand up to the rigors of travel, so I set them aside. I kept one, though, because it gave me a scary monster face and I thought it might be handy if we needed to play a trick and scare someone. I kept a plain black eye mask and another one that was just a single sheet of light brown translucent plastic—it weighed nothing and could serve as sunglasses, I figured. For now, I decided to wear the simple black eye mask. When I put it on, I noticed that I was strapping it over the glasses I was wearing: they had huge round lenses. I didn't remember owning glasses like this, but that was just one of many, many clues that should have alerted me to the fact that I was dreaming—I had not an inkling of it.

When our full group had assembled, the leader then instructed us to get rid of a lot of stuff that he figured we had probably packed. He had a list of very specific things we were supposed to give up, unnecessary objects that he said were a result of "emotional packing." Already on the table were a lot of little boxed games, like dice and tile games (source: Scrabble on Colbert last night). I worried that our long journey would get dull and depressing if we didn't even have a few games with us, but I understood his reasoning—we needed our packs to be as light as possible if we were to outrun our pursuers—so I reluctantly gave up some things as well.

There was one item that I wasn't sure about, so I went to consult the leader. It was a boxed set (I hadn't opened it yet) containing a special kind of saw blade that could function as a lathe, cutting wood into round or shaped dowels. The leader and I opened the box and inspected it. I felt a tool like this might be useful at some point, though I couldn't think of a precise situation in which I would need to lathe a dowel to survive. The only problem was that the tool was made out of solid metal, a complex shaped piece about eight by eight inches, and it was extremely heavy. "It's about as heavy as a two-liter bottle of water," I estimated aloud. This decided it: the leader reasoned that water was more essential, so if the tool cut down on the amount we could carry, it would have to go. I reluctantly left it behind. Later as we began our journey, I thought back and regretted this: I realized that dowel-shaped wood might be very useful in making traps, and moreover that even if we had only brought the tool with us to sell, we could probably get up to 50,000gp for it, because it was an object from our futuristic world that would be completely unique in the fantasy world where we were going.

I realized that we were pushing the limits of the time we had left and needed to leave right away. But as the leader and I stepped out from the room where we'd consulted about the saw blade, something caught my eye. It was a tiny fluffy grey kitten sleeping cozily on its back, lying in the hallway against to the wall on our right. "Wait—just two seconds," I said to the leader, "Look!" And we knelt down and tousled the kitten's belly. I explained, "It reminds me of something Sam said: this is what we're fighting for." I was remembering the line late in LOTR where Frodo is losing heart and Sam reminds him "That there's some good in this world... and it's worth fighting for." Naturally my version involved kittens.

We then rejoin the rest of our group—which was more diverse in the beginning but by this point consisted of the full set of LOTR hobbits plus me as a random male one—and started down a lane. No sooner had we set out then I look behind us and see a group of fierce orcs, at least eight of them, less than fifty yards behind us and moving faster than we are, already closing in. Did we waste too much time with our preparations, losing our head start? I needed to act now, or our journey would be cut off before it began. Fortunately I recalled that I knew Ars Magica magic (all that practice in LDs paying off!)

Twisting to look back while still running at full tilt, I held out my hand and blasted a frost effect at the group of orcs: it created a slippery ice slick on the ground where they were running and also iced their bodies directly, covering them with a pale layer of frost and slowing them considerably. I knew it wouldn't last forever so I was already trying to decide what my next trick should be. A grease trap on the ground might be useful: the lane was narrow and walled on both sides, so they wouldn't be able to bypass it. Then I was trying to remember the mechanics of Ars Magica spells: were they limited by a specific pre-set quantity (like in D&D) or could they be chosen freely but the rate was restricted by a mana pool, or could they cast at will but it was just really hard to succeed at the roll? Around this time the dream must have despaired of my ability to transform even a thrilling adventure chase scene into tedious decision-making and option-weighing, and I woke up.

Non lucid etc

Standing in a room with the man who lives above my shop IRL. the room resembled my old sitting room but was in the wrong town. He had an old newspaper and said to me 'I see we're being called 21 and a half in here' I tried to look at the newspaper but struggled to read it - the bloody DC seemed to be deliberately holding it at an awkward angle!

(Note - IRL at the moment I am trying RC while reading... looks like i'm mebbe getting there.)

Standing outside my shop. There was an anniversary of sorts and a machine gun was going to let off 50 rounds. It was automatically going off at the side of my shop heading down the street. I was thinking to myself it was a bit unsafe!! I was standing beside a people carrier. A woman walked within ten feet of the gun and was unharmed! Indeed she was smiling. I entered the shop with my wife and two friends of mine. I started panicking in a light hearted way as the alarm system buttons had been replaced with a bit of cardboard. My friends started laughing. I found the buttons on the top of the machine, and entered the numbers for one of our other shops- it worked however, though no sound was heard when I pressed the buttons. I then went to the cupboard where the light switches were. It was a bit of a struggle getting in, but I flicked all 13 switches as IRL and they all worked perfectly - Bah!!! (I had been trying switches as an RC as well - hmm) I then went through to our other dept with the three others - My female friend said 'Steven, thank you - this is fun' - I gave her one of my patented stupid wee salutes. Next door my wife told us about a sandwich someone gave her the other day 'Flies, mushrooms & Pig' - I think I repeated what she said. Bit of a gap but then a customer came in and I noticed the lights weren't switched on in the other dept yet.

An interesting couple of dreams - I have the feeling my subconscious is trying its best here - what with DC's acting stupid, things for me to read and light switches to flick - hopefully i'll get another lucid soon!!

I was on Youtube it was the old layout and, I was on someones channel looking through their videos like all of them were Skydiving except one said "Lucid Dreaming - Are You Dreaming?"
(Next Dream)
I was at a DQ drivethrough with my Father I saw through the window the old man was squeezing his chest area I was afraid he may have a heart attack he gave us the Blizzard I think it was Chip Ahoys or Mint Oreo he jumped out of the window. My Dad got mad and, murmured stuff I didn't know and, I asked "Is this Free?" The old man nodded "Yes, enjoy it kiddo." My dad was happy that he didn't need to pay for it.
(Next Dream)
The Griffins and Simpsons were yelling at eachother suddenly a voice said. "Peter and, Bart are now dogs." Lisa yelled "Look two dogs are fighting!" It was Dog Peter and Dog Bart fighting eachother.
I then woke up.

8/28/14

Last night bed 1 am - 7am

Had a long dream. Last part:

I'm in Australia, outside of an airport. Some smaller, regional. I'm walking on the tarmac. There is a runway on my left and a small airplane is taxiing. I think it's going to come on my left, but it turns and aims at the runway just ahead of me.

I want to start running just for the joy of running (wtf?), but I think airport security's car is already headed for me. But I start to run anyway. Skies are beautiful Sun has set, clouds are dark blue, almost black and some very deep redish blackish, but it's still a bit bright between them.

We are housed in some individual cottages with a group of people I know. We gather outside and walk towards the dining hall. Looks like a school mess hall. We stand in line for dinner. Somehow I'm like the 5th person from the end and. My vaforite teacher is the last one and I feel that's not right. So I take my tray and move to the last place after her. She protests but I'm having none of it. She is not going to be the last one, I am.

I'm eating from a white plate. So kind of a very finely ground substance, almost like groung coffee in some liquid. Doesn't taste bad. As I'm finishing, I see hair on bottom of the plate. I eat around it coz don't want to be rude. I wonder if it's mine or someone elses. I look at another person's plate and I see he has a piece of hair there too.

I have a smaller tray with dark blue/green napkin and utensils on it and it sits on my larger tray.

I'm on a rooftop fixing something. Somebody walks there looking for me. It's getting dark, so I talk to that person so he can find me following my voice. Then I remember I have a pen flashlight and I aim it at him so he can see the light.

He finally walk up to me closer and we discuss some aparatus on the roof that's connected to cables that he or both of use put there.

8/26/14 - Monday

I forgot to write this down. I was watching TV in the evening, trying desperately not to fall asleep. It took huge amount of willpower to keep my eyes open. Even so they were blinking rapidly and I had hard time keeping them opened. When they closed for longer than a second, I got a sinking sensation. First time since I lost all my transition sensation. This ofc jolted me awake from axcitement. So I kept my eyes closed in hope of getting it back. But I realized it has to come by itself, when we not thinking about it.

Next time I closed my eyes, I got a rapid ascent sensation. And one more time. All those time, including the sinking one, was so authentic, I got butterflies in my stomach, just like when you on a rollercoaster.

I could not get the sensations when trying to get them. Only when I forgot all about them and was falling asleep. As soon as the movie was over I shot the TV down in hopes of fall asleep and "get me some", but what do you know, suddenly I'm wide awake, no chance of falling asleep. wut

Dream - Lucid

I was dreaming of playing Tomodachi Life, and Dallas kept saying "Ooooooo" and I kept saying "What?????". He would never reply.

I woke up and he was snoring. I felt as if I had only been half asleep during this whole thing.

~

I had just had a baby, but the only thing I remember is I had been bottle-feeding it. I felt as if I should be breast-feeding it. I was in the piano room at the house I grew up in, and looked down at my breasts. I was wearing a solid-colored shirt, and my breasts looked swollen, but I wasn't lactating for some reason.

~

I was in marching band, marching a show. It was dusk. Not sure if it was a competition or a football game. I couldn't remember where I was supposed to go, so I tried to just follow the people around me. I knew it probably looked terrible to anyone who was watching.

Then, I was sitting at a computer in a house. I was in a chat room with some other people. Jake was one of them. He kept on posting pictures and videos of him and his new girlfriend. One of the videos was of them in the bathtub. I saw her boobs. I also saw him carrying a bottle of some kind of booze at some point. I saw by one of the pictures "Kristnnnnnn". At first, I thought it said "Kristaaaaa", and thought to myself he would date someone with the same name as me, but then saw that it was an N instead. She was actually a pretty girl. She had long, straight hair, big eyes, and was a tad bit chubby. In all the pics and videos, they looked happy. I was quite uncomfortable seeing all of this, especially since he's my ex. I wanted to tell him that I was uncomfortable with it, and that we needed to not talk anymore. I made a more private chat with both him and a few other people. I was trying to talk to just him.

At some point, I did get to talk to him, but I think it was in person. I talked to his new girlfriend, and said to her
"It's not you, I promise!" referring to the fact that I didn't want to talk to them anymore. She smiled and said she knew. She seemed quite understanding about it.

After speaking with them, I felt a sense of closure.

~

I was working at the bakery. I was packaging some things when I wandered off to the front of the store by self-checkout. I saw on a table there that there was some bread on sale, the brand that we usually buy, Arnold. It was a buy one get one sale. I was looking at the different types of bread and saw one that had a yellowish tint. It was potato bread. I had never tried it before, and wondered if Dallas would be ok with it too. I picked up a loaf and started to scan it, but then realized that I was still on the clock and I probably shouldn't be shopping on the clock. I abandoned my efforts and started to walk back to the bakery.

Before I got back, though, I went towards the bathroom, which was on the way; I really had to pee. I briefly heard Shannon, my manager, page me over the intercom, but I ignored it and kept going into the bathroom. I opened the door and noticed it was a men's and women's restroom. I walked by some stalls, and saw some toilets that still had pee in them. I wanted to find a clean one. I walked into one with a really big toilet. There was a brown tint to the drain in the bowl. Blech. But I needed to go. I then noticed that there were small brown cardboard scraps flying out of the air vent. That can't be healthy. They were landing in the toilet. So that's what was causing the brown tint. I then noticed another air vent on the wall of the stall above the toilet paper dispenser doing the same thing.

I left the stall and went further into the bathroom. Some women came into the restroom at some point. I saw a gross urinal-looking thing with some pee on or around it. At the very back of the restroom, there were showers. I assumed it was for employees who needed to shower. There was a line of showers heads and some stalls towards the back. The floor was tiled in a dark blue and some faded green color. I peeked around the corner, and saw that one of the showers in the stall was running. I turned away so I didn't see whoever was showering in there. For some reason, I believed it to be one of the old men who works there.

I then left the bathroom, preparing myself to face being yelled at for wandering off, when it dawned on me that it was ok, I was dreaming. Woot! I'm dreaming! I exclaimed to someone in a white uniform
"I'm dreaming!"
I then saw that it was my husband. He was smiling and seemed happy. My focus was then shifted to my mom, who was also there. She gave me a hug and was so happy for me. She said
"I'm so glad you can lucid dream so much! I wish I could eucid dream more!"
No, that isn't a typo. She really did say "eucid dream". I noticed that in the dream, but didn't say anything to correct her.

I then decided to fly. It had been awhile since I had. I took off and flew high in the air. I was flying down an aisle in the store. I started to float downwards, but used my thoughts to go back upwards, gently concentrating on floating up instead of trying too hard to do so. It worked like a dream . I then started to float down again, and was having trouble going back up. I felt this weird sensation when I thought about going back up, I assumed because I was trying too hard. It was like a buzzing sensation, one I've experienced in meditation before IWL. I was then on the ground on my stomach. I do believe I finally got back into the air.

I then woke up, and was working on packaging things in the bakery again. Shannon was putting things in the cooler. I saw some round bread that looked crusty, like the pizza dough we make looks if you freeze it for too long, on a rack. I was telling Shannon about lucid dreaming. She told me she had tried it, but she always felt this ringing in her ears. I thought I knew what she was talking about, and tried to relate with what happened with the buzzing in the lucid I had just had, but she said she had no idea what I was talking about.

At some point, I thought I was getting a hug from Shannon, and she was saying something about how she really likes me, but I then realized it was Dallas. I also went back to the front of the store and saw that someone had halved all the bread loaves that I had been looking at.

~

I was, yet again, working in the bakery. Some little black boy came up to the counter, and I asked him what he needed. He said he needed 50 "ham and cheese bites" on these small crunchy bread chips that we bake. I told him to wait while I asked if we could do that. I had a feeling that we couldn't, since we couldn't really price that. I asked Shannon if we could, but instead of bread chips, I said pita chips. She started to show me all these weird computer screens of blank, pale blue menus with a turkey leg-type cartoony outline in the background. It was like she was showing me that we had no way to ring up meat items, at least that's how I understood it. But she then started to talk about the pita chips and how we couldn't do it because of their shape. I then realized my error, and told her that I meant bread chips. Apparently, that changed everything, and we could do it. I went to tell the little boy. I told him it would be a few minutes. He had "2 minutes" written on a paper in marker that I noticed as I was telling him this. I hoped he didn't think it was only going to take 2 minutes. However, he seemed alright about it, though a little nervous and hesitant because his mom probably told him a time they needed it by.

I then walked in the back and heard a sizzling noise, and some weird music. I looked at one of the prep tables, and saw that some ham was cooking on two small hot plates.

I then was behind the counter again, and some little girl, a toddler, was wheeling a small stroller behind the counter. There was a boundary between where the counter and the floor ended and the employees only section started, and it was marked by navy blue tile. The girl was on the tile. I gently guided her and the stroller around behind the counter and back onto the sales floor.

I then was somewhere else, and realized I was dreaming again. I was outside on a sunny day by some small tower-type thing. I started to climb it. As I was climbing, I said to myself, out loud,
"I'm dreaming, so I can do whatever I want, see whoever I want, feel whatever I want..."
There were square steps made out of a metal grating. I felt them underneath my palms. God, they felt so real. I got to the top, and was trying to figure out what I wanted to do with what was left of the dream. I decided to try to summon Dreamer. As I made this decision, however, I noticed a white, oily-looking aura around my hand. I tried to examine my hands to stabalize, but it didn't seem to be doing much good. The vision in my right eye then went out. I started saying out loud,
"I want to see Dreamer! I know that the dream is ending, but still, if it works, I'd like to see her!"
I saw these rainbows that the reflections of the sunlight was making off of objects. I saw one in particular in a corner on the ground (yes, a corner outside). It was making some purple-type reflection. I thought for a brief second that maybe Dreamer was coming, but nothing happened. The dream was way too unstable at this point. I fought it for as long as I could, until finally, I succumbed to waking up.

Everything went black, and I felt this weird sensation in my body. I felt as if I was changing vibrations. I then woke up on the top bunk of a bunk bed. I climbed down the ladder and saw that my sheets were navy blue. There were two q-tips covered in ear wax stuck between the headboard and the mattress. Gross! I wondered how long those had been there. I knew they were Dallas's, since he cleans his ears out with q-tips all the time. I then noticed, in the corner of the room, a white 3-ringed binder with writing on it in purple marker. I made the connection with that and the dream I had just awoken from, thinking that my subconscious must have pulled that and put it in my dream.

I then heard what sounded like the coffee maker making coffee. Dallas doesn't drink coffee, so for some reason, I thought it must be Shannon making coffee.

I then woke up for real.

~

Here's an interesting side note, and I was wondering if anyone else (ladies) had noticed the same thing. I tend to be more likely to become lucid the week before I start my period. I've noticed this for a long time now. It is a week before my period starts, and I am having lucid dreams. It was like this last month too, when I had all those LDs. This has happened many, many times before, and I was curious if any other ladies have noticed that as well, or if I'm just the odd woman out.

Also, sorry CanisLucidus, I completely did not remember the lucid dare at all during these dreams.

Having snuck into a hostile military base, I hide in the men's restroom as some soldiers pass by. Grabbing a mob and bucket, I act like the janitor, and exit the room, walking casually toward the middle of the huge building I'm in. I am grabbed from behind by a soldier, but wrestle free from his grip and run. Tackled by two other soldiers, they bind my hands in thick metal bars, just about as thick as my wrist is.

Roaring defiantly, I summon super-human strength and rip free from the shackles. Some soldiers see this and shoot at me. Pulsing with strength, the bullets bounce off my chest as I walk toward them and throw them across the room. More to get them to stop shooting than to kill them, but it was a hard toss. With some brief freedom, I try to think of why I came in here in the first place. Nothing coming to mind, I walk out, and see all my friends just lounging around on top of and leaning against the high walls of this building. Just enjoying the sunny day, they wave at me as I look for a spot to sit as well.

One of them calls out to me from atop the wall, "Aren't you forgetting something inside there?" as he points back into the large structure.

I suppose he could be right, so I go back in. Now abandoned, I walk right up to the middle, and see a glowing red and orange hole in the floor. It looks like it goes all the way down to the magma. It sure is hot. More pieces of the floor fall into it as the hole expands with a terrible rumbling and shaking like a demonic earth quake. The building seems like it is beginning to collapse now. I run through falling debris to get outside just in time for most of the building inside the walls to cave into the fiery pit.

Erupting from this massive hole, already about 1 mile across, is Satan. None other than the devil himself. The ground buckles up forming a giant crater around him as he rises to spectacular heights in the sky. Like a giant mountain, his torso sits upon a swirling vortex of fiery magma, as wide as the hole. His body appears to be composed of the same, all encased in some thick black spiky armor. Thicker than I am tall, it covers his whole torso, most of his arms, and also forms a horned helmet with slits for eye holes. Inside of the helmet just glows the color of a hot fire.

I suppose I am the one tasked with defeating him. I still have the capability of increasing my strength, but looking up at him now, it looks like quite the challenge.

My thoughts are interrupted by Satan's attack. He swings a large spiked mass. A mixture of whatever his armor is and liquid magma, all connected to a large chain. The school bus sized spiked mass lands with a loud thump as I jump out of the way. Swinging it so fast, it takes all I've got just to get out of the way in time. He laughs and swings again. I have hardly enough time to regain my footing before I sprint and dive out of the way again. Small craters where he has struck make it harder to move around.

I don't have any weapons at all other than my fists. I look around for anything I can use, and there is nothing. The sky swirls with dark gray clouds above Satan's head. He opens his mouth to reveal yet more flames and molten metal as he stares at me. Letting out a ground trembling roar, he swings again.

Since it seems rather hopeless, I decide to at least have fun with the situation at hand. I jump onto his weapon just as he pulls it back. Hanging on tightly, I soar back up to his level, about 2 miles above the ground. Jumping off at just the right time, I plant my feet on his left shoulder and kick off with all my strength toward his face. Crossing just in front of his helmet, I poke him in the eye with my finger as I laugh a bit.

This seems to only further aggravate him as he clenches his jaw and growls at me.

Saved by the alarm clock!

What I did was direct self-suggestions for a while upon a late natural awakening - "I will ... when I ..." with using a bit of future tense, but varied and on the spot, not in the form of mantras. And I dreamed of what I had expected to dream, it's so practical that this house and garden of my youth show up so often, and that I can relatively easily activate accessibility of that fact, that it's not existing any more.
If I don't incubate - I lately dream of it in the shape of: "Ah! I was only misinformed - somehow the buyers didn't rip down the house, and blablabla" - but I do acknowledge in the dream, that the mere existence of it is something unexpected, something to be explained.
I also get it correctly in some dreams, and I was already fearing, that I might lose it as a dream-sign, but no - it's still good old faithful. Seems it really is a pivot motive for me, with a bit of pre-raising of expectancy - I'm able to decipher it. It was funny - I stood there thinking - if I wouldn't know, that it is still there because of *forgot the confabulation* - then now I had a chance to become lucid.
Mooooment!!?
Yep! Gravity isn't working properly - here we go...


From: Lucid Dares:

Soo - finally lucid again, and thanks to the dares!!

:pillowfight:

I started out with trying to get my lightning storm conjured up, but only made it to a medium-intensity rain and twilight, the bolts just didn't want to show up this time. Maybe because I've tried incubating them too extremely with this picture Box77 posted a while ago:



So then - giving up on the big drama, I thought of Percy's dare and I went on my knees and tried to convince myself of a huge watch on a chain being hidden in the shrubbery. What I found instead was a chocolate bunny in pink-golden wrapping and with a little bell around the neck, it looked like these classical Lindt ones, well here in Germany they are famous. But it was alive and hopped away. So I followed, crawling through wet bushes, but couldn't find it and then - my classical problem - it felt as if I needed to go to the loo soo urgently. And while the last two times I've been just lucidly going for it and good was - this time fear for the bedding took over and I woke myself up.
And like usual - it really wasn't needed - I've been talking with my husband and making coffee and starting the computer etc. before I eventually went. Sorry for these details - but I've been reading about other people with similar problems, and so I thought, I wouldn't hold back on that.

Buut - it's been a really long time - and I'm very, very happy about it!!
Thanks everybody for this lovely thread - esp. Dreamer of course and Maxis, Percy and Xanous for giving me something to be motivated for!



Such a one.

I remember Quill on the computer, and he sounded like a girl. I was probably watching one of his videos.

I am on vacation with my family I cannot recall many of the details but we are riding on a school bus that has been re-purposed as a tour bus. I am sitting in a seat with my mom acting very childlike. I am complaining that I am very tired and never get a chance to relax. In the dream I feel very tired, and this is the reason for my behavior.
Anyways after some time, I recall sitting up and watching the bus driver and the scenery from the front windshield. We are driving through very mountainous country. It is a beautiful clear day and there are huge pine trees and beautiful mountains. We come to a long curving descent that looks very dangerous to drive down, and the bus driver takes it at full speed.
I think at this moment, I may have noticed an empty bottle of whiskey on the dashboard.
This road is a recipe for disaster; it descends the mountain at a roughly thirty degree angle, while gradually curving. If you fail to turn sharp enough, you go off a cliff! There is no guard rail or anything.
And sure enough the bus is starting to go over the edge. I start to become lucid at this point, and try to phase the bus away. It seems to be working. Just as the bus loses traction, I phase it out of the dream and use the momentum to begin flying. I think to myself that I should probably land and stabilize. But before I get a chance to do so the dream ends.

I am floating in a black void for a few moments where something strips me of my lucidity. A new dream begins.

I am driving with my dad in his old van. It is late at night, and snowing. For some reason, the pedals are on the left hand side, but the steering wheel is on my side. Also, we are driving down the express way.
He tells me to turn down a road (the name of which I cannot remember.) But I make the wrong turn. I tell him I cannot read the signs. We make a series of wrong turns very rapidly until we find ourselves on a service road. The road comes to a cliff, a drop off, not unlike the one that the bus rode off of in the previous dream.
I tell my dad to hit the brake, but he is unresponsive. Our van doesn't have a console and I am able to slam on the brake with my left leg. We come to a stop about four feet before the cliff, but even with the brake to the floor it still seems to be in idle speed. For some reason I thought it had something to do with the fact that the van was a manual transmission car.
Anyways, I couldn't stop it, so I jump back into my seat, put my seat belt on, grab hold of the wheel and try to steer the car down. As we tip over the hill, I see that we are driving over into ski slope. I became vaguely lucid, because ski slopes are one of my dream signs.
The car begins barreling down the slope. It's a bumpy ride, and I am doing my best to steer us around obstacles. Then came probably the funniest thing I have ever said in a dream.
"Dad, since we're probably going to die in this, I want you to know..."
No response.
"I think you're crazy!"
Yes, I actually said that.
My POV got taken out of the car and I watched it crash into one of the chairlift poles. I can feel someone else there with me.

I am in the void a second time. Lucid this time. I can feel that someone else is there too. I also feel like I might wake up. I get stripped of my lucidity once more.

I am in my own front yard. For some reason there is a swing hanging from one of the trees and I am swinging. I see five kids from my neighborhood. The youngest being about 10, the oldest, about my age. They come into our yard and open the garage.
They get out a number dangerous of power and hand tools and begin various forms of destruction and dangerous play. I became mildly lucid here, thinking that for some reason I 'just don't care' because there won't be any long-term repercussions. One of them finds an extra ceiling fan in the garage (for some reason.) He runs a wire out and turns it on below me while I am swinging. I stop and get off as to not be chopped apart by the blades.
I then yell at everyone to get their attention. They all stop, and I tell them that they must clean up this mess and put everything back in the garage. They all listen. They start cleaning up. It doesn't take long, and I help direct them and put things into the right place.
Just as we are finishing, the oldest boy goes into the house to go pee, and I hear a drilling sound.
I yell to him to stop playing with the drill and put it back into the garage. He then comes out into the garage. Two other boys grab me from behind and the boy with the drill comes forward and points the drill at my chest. For some reason the drill has four drill bits on slight angles toward the center.
I get struck with fear, seeing the intent in the boy's eyes. But he sure takes his sweet time to do it. He seems to be savoring the moment. Then, something snapped.
"I'm lucid dreaming!" I yelled.
I broke the grip of the boys behind me and my hands swung around. I crushed the drill between the palms of my hands just before it could touch my chest. A sonic wave went out.
Then, all of the boys vanished. The broken bits of the drill were still there and they dropped out of my hand. I turned around, looking out the open garage door. The dream became clearer.
Manei is sitting at the end of my driveway at a card table. She gestures for me to come over, and shows me a sheet that she was marking up.

Spoiler for Dream testing sheet:

ao97ihe tp4oa inpo4ilq3kuy5 98 apoi56htp oiqh3poit aopihtp64oiq 3poi5u

k adhfp oiahe

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aoitha topioiaj3 i5poiq3jf qpo qpi5nqi3

Then I 'remembered' the whole thing was just a lucid dreaming test of some kind. From the looks of it, usually this test is a lot longer, but Manei said we were done now.
She looks at me with that characteristic smile.
"Two out of three ain't bad..." She says.
She also shows me an old testing shees where I went 6 lds and 8 nlds. I don't remember that test...
I wake up.

Upon waking I realize that she used orange and blue marks because those are the colors for I use in my DJ.

*Sorry if i wrote the dreams in a weird way. It was just so random.

Third Dream
I waited till I fell asleep to have my third dream and appeared in a ocean. I felt like i was drowning so i tried to fly up but couldn't. I kept swimming up and trying and eventually ran into a shark. I was seeing from a upper point of view angle and decided to just run and sink the water with my mind. Eventually the water disappeared and I arrived at a desert island. I kept walking and eventually found myself in a secret hideout spot where kids were jumping around. I tried to get the attention of a few DCs there than left. As I was walking I noticed i was on a ship. Maybe like a star wars aircraft or something. The door was open and there were boxes around. I didn't know if i should get out or leave but eventually i found it hard to move cause of the boxes. After a while though my family and Dcs appeared. My dad gave me a orange popcorn bag and i noticed it was open. I wanted to exchange it but just ate a few and appeared in my house.
In my house I thought about a Dream guide/ favorite DC I wanted to see and used the letters on the phone to mark his name. I put it than waited for someone to answer. Eventually a British sounding man answered the phone and asked who was calling. I was going to say its me when i noticed i couldn't speak. I tried speaking again and heard a British woman and man talking. She was telling the man something about a flower than it got quiet. I gave up on that phone and tried using another phone but the phones wouldn't come to me and i appeared in a city. It looked like there were people from the olden days walking around, mixed with modern things. My younger brother was there and i noticed there was a door opening and closing next to him. I grabbed him and started walking and started calling out Dawn's name. But no one answered me in the crowd. That's when my brother grabbed me and was taking me somewhere but got distracted by a hat. I was like noooooo than woke up.

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Fourth Dream

I was at my house with my cousins,arguing over a pizza and eventually me and my cousin got so mad we tried squishing each others hands to see who was stronger. It was weird but after that I left and appeared in a place where a girl needed my help but i think it was a trap. I tried to escape by using a rope on a super high wall and threw it up like a attack on titan character. Than I started running up while i used the rope to deflect a bomb thrown down at me. The Dcs were amazed and tried showing me to others they knew in a house. I saw a weird Dc there though hiding under a cloth and it looked like he was stranded on a island for days. After that I appeared in a room where people could choose what level monster they wanted to battle. Someone suggested for me to try a level 80 monster who was highly difficult. but I didn't feel like battling a monster that high level even though i knew it was a dream.I ran into some weird Dc's after that. A old man tried flirting with me and a girl dc bit my butt cause she thought it tasted like lemon heads candy. O.o There were a few Dcs there trying to do a family competition too.
After all the craziness i had a False awakening where i appeared outside a building and thought there was a fire inside. I wanted to go in so i went inside with a girl. I noticed there were gangs of kids in and out the building and thought it might be the cops and not the fire fighters. Than a strange girl tried persuading me to go with her but other girl dc's pushed her away cause she was just trying to trap me. We kept running until we ended up in a snowy ski place where kids and adults were throwing stones at us but we just kept running. Suddenly the scenery changed and I was looking for warm slippers in the cold. I heard kids around looking for something warm with their parents too. But the fuzzy animal slippers were all wet and made my painful icy feet worse. Than i woke up.

Aboard a cruise ship with some friends, it starts to motor around in a large bay, doing a slow circle around it, gradually speeding up. It starts going faster and faster. Now on the second lap around the bay, it's going dangerously fast, and can't turn sharp enough to maintain the circular path. I hear the engines rev even higher as the ship scrapes on some rocks on the port side as we turn starboard to stay in the water, still circling clockwise.

Then, the captain takes us right off a 500 ft waterfall, and the entire massive cruise ship does a 360 degree spin mid-air before landing in the water below. Then a sharp right hand turn as it skirts along a narrow river just above another cliff. I turn to my friend and say, "We just did a 360 in a cruise ship!"
"So what..." he replies as he shrugs his shoulders unimpressed.

I hold onto the railings on the deck of the cruise liner, not sure if the captain will jump this cliff too. He gently floats us down the river and into the ocean from there. We cruise across a big body of water and get dropped off on land on the other side.

After spending some time amongst the thick green trees in some amazing warm weather, two friends and I decide it is time to go back. The two of them jump in and start swimming. I am a little hesitant because my new cell phone is in my pocket, but jump in anyway. It's water-resistant, so it might make it. We swim a ways out to a wooden raft anchored in the deep water. A small boat is parked right next to it as well. My friends climb aboard, and I begin to drive this boat. It is very small, just big enough to stand on, with a second story above where my friends hang on, legs dangling over the edge. It has a massive engine, and I take off with a spray of water behind us.

Driving wicked fast through the water, I give it full throttle as everything starts to blur. Our path home takes us from the ocean to a wide river. Still going super fast, everything is just streaks of blue and green along side of us. The river begins to narrow and turn a little in each direction. I have to really focus to stay in the water going this fast. The river narrows to not much wider than a two lane road, and the thought occurs to me that perhaps I should slow down. Instead, I increase my focus on driving, and manage to keep going super fast through this small river. Although it seems not to matter much because about half the time, we are in the air after hitting a small wave anyway. The back of the boat now has a giant propeller, like one of those swamp boats you might've seen, only about twice the size.

I sort of expect to start flying soon.

28.08.2014

Weird plane travel and the lost kids (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was going to travel to a different country and it was going to be a very long trip. I boarded the plane in a small airport, not bigger than the parking lot of a mid sized shopping mall.

The plane, was more of a jet that a commercial airplane, it had about six rows of three chairs each, no more. When i got into the plane, we took off immediately. There were no flying attendants or anything. The plane took off pretty much like a helicopter. As we were flying, there was a huge odor like poorly burnt oil. Someone started to explain that they were going to release cocounut juice in order to cool down the engines, and I could see through the window a milk-alike liquid being dropped through the wings and the engine. I could also smell it, it was a very sugary type of flavor.

During the flight, the plane landed a few times, like if it was a bus, always helicopter style. A few times it landed on the freeway, but apparently, there were no other vehicles and no one noticed. Also, the plan would land so the pilot could take a break. We landed a couple times at a park and I made friends with a couple of fly attendants (now they were here, despite there was no one when we took off.)

We landed in a place that looked like a big city and we found an old man. I started to work for him as a psychic, as he had some spiritual store and they needed a reader. Several weeks passed, or at least, it felt like I have been for a very long time at that store working. The old man, lost two kids of the ages of 7 and 8 years old. I explained to him that he needed to find a psychic who had dowsing abilities and explained him that I was a medium and a channeler and I could not find living people from the distance. I also told him that remote viewing would work. He started to interview several psychics, but several of them were fakes.

I noticed he had a website and he was providing information. I had a feeling I would need to end up to learn dowsing skills even though it was not my gift, but then I felt the Spirit of his kids. The Spirits told me that they were both murdered. As I was going to give the message to the old man,I woke up.

28.08.2014

Shopping mall bathroom (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I went to the movies with my wife and I really wanted to go pee. There was a bathroom nearby but it was very dirty and in an awful condition. I wanted to go to a different bathroom, but it seems that only that bathroom could take like 4-5 people each hour and then, it would shut down and the toilet would end working.

When I tried to go, an old man told me I needed to wait and he showed me a graphic stating that the bathroom was overused. I decided to took a walk around the shopping mall on my own, until I found my wife.

I started to talk with my wife and she shared with me that she used to practice lucid dreaming with a gay friend while I practiced yoga. I was surprised she never told me about it.

I could only remember a face of someone I know because I was lucid and got woken up by a dog barking...