The first time I woke up I was really groggy & thought for the millionth time, "This time I know I'll remember this dream!" (Non-Lucid) so I didn't write it down. I think I am going to put my journal in my bathroom at night from now on. That way when I get woke up for ANY reason I will automatically write it down. I always have to pee when I wake up, so I think that is a good practical system.....Today I got woke up from call from an inmate from a prison I've never heard of before. It was from Licking, Missouri. That's a real place. I looked it up. It sounds like the beginning of a good joke. "Hey, so there was this inmate from Licking, MO, & he said......" Anyway, it through me completely off. I'm not sure what disturbs me more. That some unknown prison inmate has my number, that this is the 2nd time they have tried to call me, or that I may actually know a prison inmate from some obscure town called Licking, MO. No dream recall after that. I'm not even sure I should block it or find out who it is! The craziest shit happens to me. It's always weird shit, not normal ppl shit.
Non Lucid Semi lucid Lucid Max I don't recall all too well where this dream started but I remember being inside a sandwich shop near my school and waiting for my bacon and egg roll. However, when the cook was done he mentioned that it was night and I should be careful.That was when the scene began to fade and grow darker leaving me to ponder why I was out so late. After that I appeared on my bed and got up to see my dog Max. The lights in the hall were on and there was a Shiba Inu running around too. This reminded me of how in WL my family and I were talking about getting a new dog but than my attention went back to Max. After petting him and playing with his paws than watching him walk on two feet with the help of me keeping him up, I became fully lucid. My older brother than knocked on my door which I think appeared closed after it was open. I opened it and my brother asked me about something game related I think. Can't remember. I laughed a bit telling him wouldn't it be funny if we were having the same dream. He said yeah but than went back to what he was talking about. I stared at him for a bit and his appearance began to change to a different guy that was in black and white color. So did the background. I watched intrigued thinking about the past until the scene changed. Next I recall being upstairs where I came into contact with my mom who was annoying me. She than tried to fuse with me. I knew it was a dream and forced her away from me with wind like power. She ended up vanishing and I flew out the door to the outside where I than flew up into the night sky. However, I saw a suspicious old African american man walking in the street with a light orange and white jacket. He started walking in my direction while I was in the sky. I ended up being pulled closer to him too. I thought this was a perfect time to do the dhl mission where I stop a gang but didn't know how to go about it first. The old guy than told me not to worry and gave me his silver mixed with brown small gun. I said thanks than turned to a random dark blue hooded guy approaching me. He took his hood off and threatened me. I saw him as a violent gang member and even though I was hesitant at first,shot the dream character with the gun like 4 times. He fell back than I turned to my house wanting to go back inside.Afterwards I recall appearing in a house that had similar kitchen items to mine but it was also very different placement wise. I was non lucid and told by a lady to put her tomb like post in the sink than to place it somewhere outside with a special flower or item. I left it in the sink wondering why I was carrying a dead person's thing than went to the living room nearby where there was a bed. I lay on the bed than saw black jeep appear in the room. Knowing it was a dream at this point I wanted to call Dawn. But the lady who was supposedly the dead person,(She was white with black hair and kind of big. Wearing a black jacket and tight pants)She got under my blanket and put her head in. I asked her what she was doing and she told me she was looking for her husband buck. That she thought he was under the covers. I told her he wasn't there and than a few of her family in the jeep started calling her because they wanted to put her to rest. She went in and they drove off. The scene than changed and I was now in a house looking at a mirror.As I looked at the mirror I noticed that my appearance was similar,kind of. I also had a cute high pony tail that the sunsetting lighting complimented along with the gold mirror and wooden flooring. But than a girl who looked like me but more like someone I saw from WL, walked up to me and looked at the mirror. However, her reflection looked like she was looking right at me. I than appeared on my bed thinking that I could still be in the dream. Which I was and felt a dc flying all around me till I woke up. You Can't Make Me Stay With You Don't recall the beginning but I remember being inside my house lucid and trying to get away from a manipulative little blonde girl dream character. She wanted me to stay inside the house with the rest of her friends but I said no and went to the front of the house. As I looked at the door the girl was calling me back inside but I didn't go.After that I think I became non lucid and was with my family at our new house. The house was supposedly haunted by the blonde little girl though.I became lucid after she started pestering me and flew up and made the dream setting change into a dark grayish void like place with clouds. After a bit it started to change into a city even though I was thinking of space at first. I flew across the city until I arrived at a shopping mall district where my family was now. A yellow/black car tried running over my brother so I used what was a huge mattress to destroy the car because my older brother was too afraid to try and get rid of it. After that my mom took what was the shopping mall,picked it up and placed it a few blocks from the little blonde girl's haunted house. My brother complained at first but I told him it wasn't so bad. Than i felt a burst of wind and was being pulled all the way to where the little blonde girl's haunted house was. As this was happening she was calling me. I grabbed onto what was the wall of a house and told her that I wasn't going to let her do whatever she wanted because it was my dream. I used brute force and called for Kiro's help. A dc who looked like him but was a bit smaller appeared and gave me his hand pulling me back. I was now fine but than a random lady appeared with scissors as if she wanted to distance me so I could be pulled again. But than a flyer of a band(I think the KISS metal band) dressed as food appeared advertising a new marvel movie.I looked at it thinking about how funny it was and showed it to the dc that looked like Kiro who found it funny as well.After that I woke up. This dream had more to it but I can't recall all the details. It was kind of long though and there were sporadic non lucid moments too. You Can't Make Me Stay With You 2 This was a semi lucid dream where I was on a trip with a group of kids and one teacher. The first homework assignment was to walk on the neighborhood of the little blonde girl's haunted house together. The second assignment was for 4 volunteers(girls) to stay at the haunted house for one day and report to the class what had happened. The teacher would decide by us standing in a line organized by the month. I was willing to do anything to not be picked. There was also a moment where a dc was talking about how dream characters were just illusions and that one time she saw these illusions when she was really sleepy. I agreed with her. Notes: I have a feeling that I should have just stayed with the little blonde girl but apart of me says no because the last time the dream plot turned into a vivid twisted nightmare. (I did not make the pic. Found it on google)
Updated 09-17-2016 at 06:52 PM by 67570
Its very wierd how i dont know if im dreaming or not because i really dont remember them
Morning of September 17, 2016. Saturday. I am with my wife Zsuzsanna looking at a smoother version of Google Maps that is almost like watching clear film footage. The view is being shown as if driving down Highway Seventeen (now called Cubitis Avenue). I show her where Harold M lives, going south at first, although the orange grove is gone. I see the new fence near where I used to live. After a time, I am on the scene without giving my transition much notice. I appear to be just south of my old home, but it seems to be gone. In fact, the entire area seems empty except for one shed closer to the highway. The area seems shaped somewhat like an elongated right triangle. I tell someone else how “my house is gone”. However, a short time later, I notice it is actually there, though appears to be some sort of greeting card store with the entrance to the south (rather than west). Although this puzzles me, I have a interest in continuing north to see how things have changed. I somehow end up at an unfamiliar travel agency in a tall building, near a long counter on the north end of a small room that also features a tall postcard rack, though I am not really interested in a brochure someone gives me. I am now trying to find my way out of the building. I try to go through a doorway, but it seems it is not actually a doorway because it is too narrow for anyone to go through and is more like an open corner of two truncated walls with a narrow glass and metal window. I ask an older businessman how to get out of the building and he points to a flight of steps just to my left. I soon see that one can go either up or down from here. The steps going down appear to lead to an enclosed parking area. I try going up but decide it is probably going to be too steep. I decide to use the front entrance, where I should have left through in the first place. I soon end up in a similar situation in what seems like a restaurant. This time I decide to go down a flight of stairs but I do it by sitting down and then sliding down on my backside. There is an unfamiliar woman with her young daughter and they also use the stairs but the woman seems confused about where she is going. “Get back here,” she says to her daughter, because the bottom of the stairs opens out into an enclosed street, which I then follow into an outside area. Even though using a flight of stairs in a dream shifts my consciousness in a more perceptible way, I do not become lucid. I go past an automobile repair shop and filling station. There are four young men, perhaps only about nineteen or twenty years of age, who are working on a car. I think one of them is Brenda W’s younger brother Albert. I then realize that would be ridiculous since he would be around fifty years old by now. Still, he and the others seem cheerful and happy to see me even though I am probably a total stranger to these four. I then decide that I will actually look for Brenda. “Do you know where Brenda lives?” I ask, giving her full name. They nod happily and say they will show me. Along the way, I notice it now seems late at night. Apparently she still lives in the same house she has all her life. I follow them northward. After a time, instead of four mechanics, they transform into mimes, even being dressed differently with no discernible changing-of-clothes event. I do not really regard this absurd change. They circle around me while making exaggerated up-and-down wing motions with their arms as if they were birds (which in fact is a tertiary dream sign due to the movie and cartoon gag of the circling of birds around the head of someone who has been knocked unconscious, though I do not catch this very obvious clue). They also pretend to be scuba divers and competitive swimmers as we continue along. Eventually, they all hold out their hands close to me as if expecting me to give them coins for their performances. When we reach Brenda’s driveway when it now seems to be late morning after being late at night moments before, I give one of them fifty cents; two shiny American quarters. He tells me to follow the path to house number eight. They go on their way as I very soon see a metal screen door with the number eight written on it in black with a felt pen. I also see the numbers nine and ten written on the door with a felt pen, but those numbers have a diagonal line (which slopes down to the left) through them (to invalidate their previous implied usage as the house number it seems. I see Brenda through the window of the screen door. She is sitting in an armchair. To my right, I curiously see, through a row of windows, a row of open bags of cement, gravel, and sand sitting inside the house but I do not think it to be that unusual. They are vertically propped up against the windows on my side so that I mostly only see the tops. “You can just keep going on to the next house,” she says in her Southern accent and with undisguised sarcasm. She seems younger than she would actually be; about forty. Still, she slowly recognizes me and as she opens the door as I am still standing on the outside steps, I tell her how I am married to a wonderful woman and have five children. This is strange because I still do not have an iota of lucidity. I tell her that I am sorry for not telling her more about things when we were younger. We embrace, but it is not sexual in any way, more as a simple acknowledgement and preconsciousness to waking consciousness transition in liminal space. Brenda was usually a verified “stand-in” for my soulmate (Zsuzsanna) regardless of our real-life relationship. She sometimes formed half of a composite when my “mystery girl” was not more clearly defined as Zsuzsanna (before I met her). This dream seems unusual (especially after all this time) as she mostly seems to represent herself as well as my preconscious personification where she only appeared as such in my childhood dreams, and one dream of 1991 just prior to finding out my “mystery girl” (Zsuzsanna) was actually a real person with appearance, unlikely accent, birth date, birth location, and every single nuance (including unlikely mixed ethnicity) being the same since seen in dreams from earliest memory. I am slightly puzzled over the bags of cement. They appear near windows and may be a dream sign due to their resemblance to the shape of a pillow (thus could be a play on my pillow being subliminally perceived as being too hard or not of “perfect” comfort). However, gravel, cement, and dry sand sometimes represent low-level dehydration. It could be a mix of both, though I was atypically thirsty when I woke.
I stand alone in a near desert field and the stars sing to me. Sadly I do not understand their songs. Feeble recall after 5 hours of sleep that was interrupted multiple times by a dog barking outside.
Hi everyone. I already had a few lucid dreams ten years ago but didn't know what to do with it and therefore I stopped. I was able to have superpowers, teleportation and to summon at the first attempts. Now I want to enter again in this magic works and I restarted my training. This is my dream journal
(early, first/second sleep cycle) + martial arts class: teacher critiques my stance ("widen your stance, everyone's laughing at you, stop standing on the last toe joint, stand on the 2nd joint instead!"). I'm trying to copy his double fireball blast movement, it's a pattern where your body moves in a slow circle, with sweeping arm movements that shoot the double fireballs on each half-turn. I'm trying but my movements are clumsy. +(f) in a room talking to people observing the decor on the walls, there is some transfer in management/ownership happening? I walk by a storefront on the street and the new owners are walking though and planning the remodel there are large (colorful butterflies?) evenly spaced on all the walls. +(f) standing in group outside, we're getting ready to perform a big run and the guys are warming up on the road Try to WILD, "mind awake body asleep" mantra, takes me a Looooooooooooooong time to fall asleep again. (middle) + [long] fighting class? Hotel guests are arriving to? Working with personal trainer. Looking through a strange device that includes a sight scope, that apparently measures the amount of drift in your gaze. This whole place is a big club with standard advancement procedures, one of the options is signing up for the food basket and then growing/eating particular things out of the basket as measurement of progress. +(f) flying into a tiny opening from outside a building in order to get inside, too small to fit into but I know that physical dimensions are not a limit and I fly headfirst into the opening, making a breaststroke swimming gesture with my arms to "pull" myself through the threshold (late) + swimming in cold ocean with friend & wife is on boat, my friend and I talk about the unexpected coldness of the water it's a solid brownish green water with no visibility. Sitting with friends around table MR (current company S) says something about not starting without me but he doesn't realize I'm sitting down on the other end of the table and I say "here I am", <something about the food on the plates>. I'm getting ready to go brush my teeth and I'm naked, I think should I put on a towel but I decide to put on a large shirt/sweat shirt wearing it around my middle instead. I walk down the hallway to the bathroom and I encounter a bunch of girls and guys doing the same, most are wearing towels, but one girl in particular is naked and I'm checking her out, I'm quite surprised at this and I'm watching her walk by and noticing her pubic hair. I enter a room with a committee of girls on it and they all know me and are surprised to see me, this is a small, tight-knit community, I am a person of some significance, I'm happy to be part of this group. They're talking about a guy who is on some sort of scavenger hunt, he is an expert scavenger and always finds his stuff but he's been away for a long time, they're sure he'll find everything.
I was coming back home from school. I invited some classmates earlier to create a group that'd prepare better for final exams. I reached my house, but nobody came for preparations. I went to my room and took a pen and paper sheet. I started writing down some calculations. I written something like 2*2(1-2), and when I looked at it again the equation resolved itself into -2. I thought that it's impossible and left the sheet with calculations on a desk, then went to kitchen. Mother talked about preparations with me.
This was the first lucid dream I've had in ages, and the longest one I've ever had! I was really pleasantly surprised to have this experience without even trying last night When my dream started, I was watching a looping video of me and two guys posing for a picture on a wooden platform overlooking a cliff. One of the guys is frustrated with his hair and messes with it, which is looped in the video over and over. Suddenly, the looping stops and I enter the scene. Everybody leaves, and I call my mum to pick me up. She comes to get me with her car and we start driving down a typical suburban road. I was just idly watching the scenery go by, when it suddenly hit me that I was dreaming! As soon as I came to this realization I could feel the dream start slipping away, but I felt around the inside of the car to stabilise it and focused hard on staying in the dream. When I felt it was stable enough, I turned to my mum and excitedly told her I was dreaming. Remembering how some people had been able to see cool things by asking their subconscious to show them something amazing, I asked my mum to take us to the most amazing place imaginable. I then tried closing and opening my eyes in the hopes it would change the dream scene, but instead my mum just took the next right and sped the car over a chainlink fence and down steep hill towards a cliff. Luckily, at the last moment I was able to make her steer left, sending the car crashing into a rock and me flying into the branch of a gigantic tree about ten feet off the ground. As I looked around I noticed that in the branch was the nest of some humongous bird and decided not to stick around to meet its owner. I swung down to the base of the tree using a thinner branch, then waited for my mum to do the same. We were now up the hill from a little grassy beach at the bottom of the cliffs. We started walking down to the beach, but as we walked a round furry insect started flying in and out of my ear, biting me as it did so. After a bit of frustration I managed to shoo it away, and we continued walking down. Once we reached the beach, we found what seemed to be strange pit of blood-like mud with a live swordfish sitting in the middle. Instinctively, I put my hand in my pocket to find my phone so I could take a picture, but it seems it had fallen out during the crash. I begin to worry that I'll lose my awareness if I'm not careful, so I ask my mum not to let me forget that I'm dreaming. I then see what seems to be a resort built into the wall of the cliff, with large windows and glass doors. My mum and I go inside, where I find a friend of mine sitting by the window. I see that she has a phone and take it from her, willing her not to notice. I open the phone to find her camera app but end up in her gallery instead, where I find several grainy black and white pictures of me. My mum and I go outside again, but find that the swordfish I wanted to photograph has now disappeared. For some reason my mum then jumps into the bloody mud pit, which starts swallow her up like quicksand. She asks me if I'm really sure this is a dream, so I point out to her the strangeness of our current situation and the fact that only minutes ago she had willingly tried to drive our car off of a cliff. The mud starts covering her head, so I pull her out. She opens her mouth and spits out a mouthful of what appears to be tea, and I see that inside of her mouth she now has a teabag for a tongue. She stops moving, and a man comes out of the resort and tells me that he thinks she's most likely dead. I don't really care, however, as I know she's just a dream character. I then wake up.
I really have to stop being lazy and write my dreams down. Woke several times and thought I would remember a dream then completely forgot the lot in the morning. Remembered a lucid dream though!! 1) Standing at the end of a park next to a road and realised I was dreaming. I saw some houses off in the distance and thought "if I'm lucid I could zoom in and look at the windows close up", it didn't work. I started walking across the park towards another house in the distance, I thought about myself sleeping in bed and reality seemed a long way off and didn't bother me. I then thought about taking my clothes off and thought that if it wasn't a dream that would prove it because I would get some very strange looks, so I took my clothes off. I walked towards the house and wanted to look in a window to see my face, whilst walking I looked at my hands and I had about 10 fingers on each hand. I saw my face in the window, the top half was a stange green colour and I had a large growth on my chin, it wasn't as bad as I expected it to be so I was happy with that. Then I thought about trying to fly, but couldn't, and I remember that I had done it before and managed to levitate off the ground slowly. At this point I was quite pleased that I had managed to stay lucid for so long and remembered that I should be trying to touch things to improve my lucidity, I think I slipped back into normal dreaming for a moment after that and then woke up.
Updated 09-17-2016 at 06:14 PM by 88643
First stab at an online dream journal. Hope I'm doing this correctly. 4 dreams recalled after 7 hours sleep. Hospital: Visit niece with heart condition in hospital. Early morning I went outside to see stars peeking out between clouds. The clouds morph into dragon shapes and drift across the sky slowly growing pink in the sunrise. Remember to get back to hospital but am locked out. I climb over barriers and a man made waterfall to get back inside through an open window. I am stopped by woman with a very obese baby. The baby seems to know me so I talk to him for a while. I meet a man who says he knows a friend of my friend, the one who talks out the side of his face and eyes. I don’t know what that means or who is referring to. I excuse myself to go find my niece. In House Art Class:Held an art class in my house. The living room was too small to accommodate the artists so we moved to the kitchen. It was still crowed so I instructed them all to paint to the music. I went back to the living room. In my fish tank was an actual human skull with some muscles still attached. While it was still in the water I painted the skull yellow. The paint snaked hypnotically in and out of the eye sockets and nose cavity. The fish in the tank all floated, dead, to the tank top. I went back to the artists and they sat there mesmerized. When asked what was wrong they pointed to box. It was full of baby sized human skeletons. I took the box and stuffed it in the closet (literally skeletons in the closet!). The people snapped out of their stupor. Everything felt normal again. School Games: At a football game at school. Football is mind numbingly boring to me so I explored the school grounds instead of watch the game. I found the track and was going to jog but a shady guy stood watching and seemingly waiting for me. I wasn’t afraid, more or less too lazy to want to deal with conflict. I tried to leave but the football team exploded into the area and nearly trampled me. They kept trying to kick a football over the fence around the track. Their kicks barely affected the football. This was more amusing than an actual game so I took a seat on the grass and watched them fumble. Reading for a Lady: A panicked lady finds me and asks me to do a reading. I instruct her to gather grass blades, leaves and some small twigs. She does this quickly. I pull a paper lunch bag out of nowhere and place her collection into it. I tell her to clear her mind. Once it is clear I hand her the bag and tell her to shake it vigorously. She does. We move to a sidewalk where she empties the bag of stuff onto the ground. Oddly, a shining silver soup spoon has materialized in the mix of grass, leaves and twigs. “Well there’s your problem,” I tell her while pointing to the spoon, “there’s a silver spoon in your heart where a cup should be.” This made sense to her and she left happily. No idea what my interpretation meant.
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