memorable

Hours of sleep: 6h
Recall: 4/5
Vividness: 4/5

I'm standing on the bus station. The bus comes and I get in. I want to show my bus ticket, but I don't find it at its usual place in my wallet.
I'm sitting next to an DC. He reminds me of someone but can't recall his name. He starts speaking, but I hear music out of now where. I realize that I'm listening to my mp3 player. I take the ear plugs off, but then he stops speaking.
After a second or so, my bus stops and I get out. I'm in front of a basket hall I used to play. I get in, speak with a few guys. They ask me why I have back-ache. How the hell do they know? I thought that I mentioned it already
Me: I'm sitting through the day studying at university. And it makes me obvious sick!
I take my shoes of and take a new pair that I found in my backpack. I'm excited to play with the guys. I look around me, everything gets more bright and clear. I remind myself that I dream sometimes about basketball, although I don't play no more. So I just think:

Me: Next time you play basket, do a RC!

After this master-thought I play an amazing game and don't think about it anymore.

How stupid

I had this dream that I was talking to my friend Anna. There had been a whole dream before this but I do not remember it, but we were discussing something that had to do with the previous events. I thought to myself, "this doesn't make sense, I'm dreaming!"
I tried really hard to not get emotional or excited, but I guess I failed because seconds later I saw the inside of my eyelids.

The only thing is, there is a chance that this wasn't a real dream but rather a drowsy morning... thing. I kept being waken up and so it was finally time to get up so I was trying to remember my dreams from before and I kind of fell asleep again... I'm just afraid that this wasn't really a lucid dream but instead me imagining myself having a lucid if that makes any sense.

Anyways, I'm happy. I've been trying to have a lucid for a year (I'm a slow poke) and I'm finally getting closer to a lucid dream that actually lasts. Plus I remembered 5 non-lucid dreams last night!

Another +1 for apple juice!

* I think I am in some kind of game. I am in a complex of old abandoned buildings. I know that there are black and white soldiers around. They wear futuristic armour, similar to the iron man or star wars one. I am going up on an outside staircase circling around a concrete column. Suddenly there is one of those black soldiers. Somehow I know it's my friend "El". I start shooting at her. She falls on the ground. I pick her up and carry her up the staircase and put her down behind a corner. I take of the Armour or scaphander. She wakes up. I am thinking to myself, that they must have it somehow timed up that she wakes up at the right moment. (this last bit doesn't make sense, but this is the way I remember it).


* Wehave a New Year resolution that we are going to eat healthy. My friends and I meet up in our kitchen. There is"Mk" and "Rsh" and I. Mk brought three bags of salad. "Mar" is going to cook something. "Mk" wants to go to Tesco, but can't make his mind. He asks if I go too. I am thinking whether I need something as I know that when I go, I buy loads of stuff that I don't need.


* It seems that we are around TateModern or similar kind of building. There is supposed to be a big balcony with a garden or playground. However, we find here just a massive hole with some columns erected in the middle. Something is probably being built there.... ((then I'm talking nonsense about Mk and Mr, New Years resolutions and news :-D)


* I went skiing in my village. There were many skiing entertainments. There were snow dunes and. I jumped and spun on those. There was also big snow wall, as half U ramp. So I was jumping on it too, but towards the end, there was less and less snow to the point that I had to stop.I tried to sky though, but I couldn't. I had to walk.


* I was in some kind of psychology experiment. I had to get through a maze. I was playing against other people. It was taking place in a basement of some large and old building such as supermarket. My goal was to find documents and money, so I could get out from the maze. As I walked through I saw draws and wardrobes everywhere. The documents and money were supposed to be in one of them. I had to run and search for them. I found some in one of the wardrobes in an old blue, flannel jacket. It was a valet with various documents and money. However, there was no ID that I needed to get out from the maze. (there was a woman playing against metoo. I thought itwas my neighbour " "Kourilova". One farmer asked her whether she was pregnant. She got angry and told him not to ask her that ever again! I don't know where is this last bit coming from or what does it mean. Bizarre)


** this was an extraordinary colourful night. Looking forward to more of those.

non dream - lucid - non lucid

I'm at university. The classes have just ended and I'm leaving the classroom, planning on going home.
I ponder about what to make for dinner as I walk down the hallway.
The hallway ends at some point and you have to go right into the next hallway in order to keep going.
As I look up I see the end of the hallway, the red wall which I see every time I leave the university, but this time, it is very different.
There is a message written on the red wall. It's written in white paint, as if someone had painted it with their fingers onto the wall.
It looks a bit sloppy yet elegant in some way:

"You are one of the chosen"

I immediately become fully lucid.
Someone wrote me this message a few days ago in waking life. I found it mysterious at the time,
but it appearing in my dreams must mean it had a stronger impact on me than I initially thought.
I don't bother to RC or perform any stabilization techniques.
I feel like there is absolutely no need to, but more importantly, I'm rather preoccupied with something else:

I suddenly "remember" how to open a portal to other places.
The memory came very sudden and without context. It's a memory from childhood dreams.
I can clearly remember how to open the portal, like if I had done it 100 times, but I cannot remember one single situation where I actually did open one.
I feel that there is an immense amount of other memories where that one came from, but I'm unable to access them.

I consider the possibility that it could be a false memory. I've started reading WakingNomad's DJ: http://www.dreamviews.com/f107/nomad-chronicles-82576/
Maybe that's where the idea comes from?
No. I'm entirely convinced this is my own memory, and it is real.

I'll create a portal!
I start drawing a circle with my right index and middle finger in front of the red wall.
I begin at the 6 o' clock position and move clockwise.
I know I could do this a whole lot faster, but I want to feel and experience every single detail of it.
I also remember that this is not the way I used to travel, I had a more effective way.
Where do these memories come from? Are they really from childhood dreams? The memories are so real...

As I reach the starting position again the image in front of me distorts slightly, like touching the surface of still water.
Right now the portal is useless, I haven't created the exit point yet.
Before I do that, I decide to verify how well I'm doing. (This is why)
I'm nearly fully healed, my aura is quite smooth again, though I still feel like I'm lacking a lot of energy.

I choose the first thing that comes to my mind as an exit point for the portal. It's a place in Italy, on top of a mountain, it has an amazing view.
I give the portal a slight nudge with my right middle finger. It opens.
It looks like it leads straight into a void. But I remember that's what portals look like.
I feel excited to go through the portal. It feels like there are dangers associated with it, but I also feel that it is safe for me.
I step through...


... I fall out of the portal and it closes behind me. Something just happened but I can't recall it.
I look around. The portal worked, I'm exactly where I wanted to be. The view is amazing, and I really enjoy the fresh breeze of air on top of the mountain.
I feel very good, I just achieved something big, though I don't know what it is.
I make a mental note to investigate my childhood dream memories in the future, though I don't know how. Something is hidden in there, something important.
I remember that I need to look for "her" as well.

Well of course! I can just open a portal to her.
I remember that finding her aura requires a lot of energy, I may not have enough and it feels dangerous toying with it in my current situation.
I should wait until my energy is fully recovered.
But... I don't actually need to find her. I suddenly realize I know where she is!
She's on the planet where she taught me how to walk on water.
I want to open a portal but I suddenly realize the place is too far away, I don't have enough energy, at least not right now.
The planet is in the Andromeda galaxy... it is very far away.

Somehow I feel like all of this is supposed to happen.
Maybe she hasn't shown up recently because she knows I'd remember how to open a portal and find her?
The dream slowly fades away, I make no attempt to stabilize it.

Okay, this is my first Dream Journal entry. I Might as well say this now: I have bad dream recall, thus my working on this.
I do not know how many dreams I had, nor which ones I am describing here. I will begin with what I first remember.

In this dream, I was a child, a boy, probably on a school trip. I remember being in some sort of mall, with lots of food shops around. All of the other children were eating at McDonald's, and I was eyeing this one girl, sitting there with the other little girls. Something happened, and I wanted to pee. Looking around, I saw no signs of a bathroom, so I decided to open the zipper on my jeans, and pee inside the trash bin. Don't worry, it was the organic-labelled one. The dream gets cloudy here, and the next thing I remember was exiting some place, probably a bathroom, and going to another restaurant.

Now, I do not recall which one it was, but I may have seen it in one of Amsterdam's airports. Or was it London's airports? Well. I enter it, and one of the clerk guys offered me some sort of food with blue cheese and a beer, I do recall that beer being an English one. I order it, and then someone I know inside the dream appears. A woman, no more than 30 years old, but I do not recall her face. Only that she was wearing something that may have been pink. She starts to scold me for not being with the other children at McDonald's, and my comeback to that is:

"But McDonald's is the worst place to eat! They make horrible burgers."

Now, it gets cloudy again. I remember eating what I ordered, some sort of cheese sticks and...I do not recall what else, but they were absolutely delicious, creamy and gooey and cheesy and wonderful. And, I may speak, I've never eaten blue cheese in my entire life. The same woman appears again, and I offer her some of my food, saying something like "Here, you will understand what I mean.". She proves it, and, like me, finds it wonderful.
"See? I told you it was good." I tell her. I offer my food again, saying we could share, and that is all I remember from this dream.

Now, in the next dream, I was in an Airplane, the last seat. It was preparing to leave, so I was getting ready, buckling my seatbelt and everything. Then, the airplane departs, and I'm no longer seeing myself, but the airplane, as if my eyes were a camera on the top of it. Lots of ducks were flying, trying to avoid the turbines, and the pilot comments on it. "Lots of ducks here, we're going to move to another place.".
Suddenly, the plane has legs. Mechanical legs, of course, that I was not seeing. But I was hearing the heavy smashing sounds. Even with legs, it was going at 300km/h, according to the pilot. More travelling, and finally, we find some sort of downwards highway, in which the plane starts to fly.
That's all I remember.

That's it, folks.

Oh, yeah, in some part of it, I may have been playing Rift Online, and, astonished, may have tried to ask around whether the game was in an early open beta or not.
Fin.

Apple from Fridge
I get an apple from the fridge, walk over, and sit down on the dining room chair. My sister comes out of the back of the house and says to me
"So yah, your gonna have to drive me to the funeral very soon, like now actually"
For some reason I do a nose pinch RC....which doesnt work. This was the third time I did it in the dream, and for some reason, nose was plugged in it.
I said, "Do I have to?"
Michelle said, "Get your butt off that chair and take her"
Tina then show me a note, showing me a note from her ex, to tina, after I saw him one day. He said something along the lines of he never wanted me to meet him ever again, and he hated my ass. I thought, how rude. She said he was just mad that she dumped him. I shrugged my shoulders
End of dream
Dream Guide LD
So, I am walking along a street, and do a nose pinch RC, it works, I'm a little surprised, because everything is a bit realistic. The dream starts to do that weird rotation on me, when its about to fade, so I rub my hands, and do a little spin, and then shout STABILITY PLZ. I get mediocre stability, something Id prolly expect from being sick for so long and forcing a lucid. I go up to the nearest person, whos this aztec old lady. I ask her where my dream guide is, and she pauses for a moment, and then says, on 21st. I say, That far away? Come On man" She pauses again and says, its right up on the left. lol. So I go up to this house, and ask the lady of this hostel type place where my dream guide is. She says right through the door in the back. I open it, and its this young white dude with metallic blonde hair. He's just putting up his sheets on his bed like he just woke up. I ask him how to recall my dreams better. He gives me a quirk and says, "(He also said not to tell anyone, only to tell them to meet their own dream guides)" I laugh a little, and say, are you for real?" He chuckles, and leads me outside. I get kicked out of the dream, and I say HELL NO in my head, and I concentrate, relax, and reenter in the same spot. He seems a bit happy that I could do this. I look around at the scenery to get a grip on the dream, and prevent it from fading. Then we start talking. He starts morphing into an old friend of mine, and starts making crazy faces at me. I laugh, and he says," Get a girlfriend, its best to lose the-" Dream fades, I reenter, and he's up on the building, he waves me up there , and I try and climb, and he laughs, kicks me off, and says, "Jump" I jump, and he smashes me to the ground. I faintly here him say as the dream fades "Better luck next time."

Overall a great dream, and very funny. He seems like a cool dude, one that likes to morph a lot, as I suspected in the beginning. Even his energy sig morphs a little. But he taught me what I wanted to know at the time, so all's well.

Disneyland Arabian nights
I was in some sort of pool, and an event where people slid into the pool. We were under a gazebo. My Dad was there,so was Michelle my stepmom, and a couple of my brothers. Then one of my friends Jeff came to meet my Dad, and he held out his hand to shake, and my Dad refused to shake it. This surprised me, and he said that my friend looked like a hillbilly bum. As he said this, my friends stomach got really large for a second(RC) absurdly so, but I waved it off as a trick of the eye. My friend scooped my Dads limp hand up, and shook it anyways. I told my friend, lets go, cause I was pissed, and we went to meet up everyone else. As we were walking along the disney resort, there were these purple tents that looked like Arabian disney/magical purple tents that everyone was sleeping in. We either jumped, or ran to the tent where everyone was at. This dream was really realistic btw, I thought this was actually happening IWL, even though I was aware of my surroundings, I was surprised to wake up in my bed And once we got to the tent, everyone was there in the group that I met over in California, and then this other dude showed up. They started discussing money to pay for the tent, as it was rather expensive, and I said I'd stay with my parents. They were like, "Ahh thats too bad". We continued to have a great time, and thenI woke up in my bed and was like WTF, where am I.
Astral projection attempt
I was in the vibration stage, and it was hurting like a motherf-er. I continued to try and project, and then I began to see everything around me without my eyes open, which made me open my eyes, and that shut off the projection. I closed them again, and was vibrating, opened them, wasnt. I chuckled to myself. I did my best, but I felt that I didnt have enough energy in my weakened state. So I decided just to go to sleep.

Pretty much, Ive been really sick, to the point of developing a rash, but I figure if I really do my best to recall my dreams, and do WILDs and shit, then when I cease to being sick, Ill be phenomenal at it. Sort of like training with internal weights. ITs really difficult too lol.




BTW, I came across an old task for WakingNomads meet your Dream guide for his Shared Dreaming class yesterday, and I was like WTH, and decided to do it. So, belated success my friend. belated success.

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1/1/11
Dream while siting in front of the TV (max 3 min).

I am talking to this guy that seems like a manager or something, he has this clipboard and is saying something. My hair is very wet like I just came in from the pouring rain and the water in my hair is dripping down between my eyes with hair washed down with it. I push the hair back up to get the water away from my eyes but then realize like "What? How can my hand be here? I am napping in front of the TV I can feel my hand at my side. " Standing there feeling the dream self I also felt my body and my feet up on the ottoman. "I am standing dripping wet here in a known dream and yet I am napping in front of the TV which I can still hear!" It was very weird being fully in 2 places at the same time. The guy that was talking to me looked at me like "whats happening to you?" The sheer weirdness of it all woke me up.

So much space...
I was in a space station, something to do with the Fantastic Four I believe. I walked into a kind of spherical observatory room, where a scientist was standing. He looked eccentric.
I moved closer to the glass window of the observatory, to see outside.
Holy crap.
We were so high up. Just hanging there, orbiting a planet, with a massive amount of space around us. So isolated, yet I saw different planets and stars in the distance, and it was totally overwhelming. I felt like we could just drop out of the sky at any moment, falling thousands of miles. it was intense. I don't think I can really explain it.
It was so scary, thinking about how far down (or up) I could fall, if I fell out of that space station.
Standing there seeing whole planets just tiny beneath me, it was unreal.

So, I can't remember why, but I had to run away from the observatory. I ran through several large, different rooms, and I think the scientist was chasing me. The space station had clean, white and grey walls, but eventually I ran into a sort of blue cave.
There was several people standing there, and they had super powers.
A strangely shaped, large woman began to tell me the name of her power.
"I know what that means", I said. "If I shot you, you'd turn into water and wouldn't be hurt". As I spoke, parts of her turned to water then back to flesh.

Colourful train
I'm on an open-top, colourful red and yellow train - it looked like a huge child's toy. Actually, in hindsight, everything was bright and pleasant looking in this dream.
I particularly noticed two girls sitting ahead of me. Then, I saw my Dad on the station far below. He called up to me, and told me that I'm "blocking their view" with the way I was sitting, or something.
"Who?" I asked, perplexed.
He nodded towards the two girls, eyebrows raised.
What the hell, how could I have been blocking the view of the girls in front of me? Well anyway, they decided to move places, so they ended up sitting a few seats behind me.
I got the impression that this was actually so that I couldn't look at them, but they could spy on me, because I was attractive to them. Weird.
One girl actually got up, and came to sit next to me.
Next thing I know, she's my girlfriend. My recall skips a bit here. We're still on the train, and I decide to show her Minecraft on her laptop, because she hasn't heard of it.
I tell her my username, so she can log in, but she spells it wrong.

Starting Fires, Fighting Madoff

This dream starts with a false awakening. I woke up and I was on a dark colored, probably black, boxy couch. I looked around and I was in a very modern looking room. The color scheme was black and dark browns. There were panels that it looked like people dressed behind but the panels were hiding other couches. I saw on of my friends, Nikki, being followed around by two other girls. They were all laughing and looking at something attached to her foot. There was a chain attached to her black skinny jean and that chain was dragging behind it a metal match box looking thing. Every step she took it made sparks fly from the floor that it scratched. I asked her about it but I got little answer. Apparently this thing was new for everyone. Other people came out from behind the panels tried it on and danced and skipped with it. One guy ran and then did a sliding tackle, causing sparks to fly up like a dragon tail behind him. Nikki put it back on and started going around with it. She walked too close to one of the many couches and it lit aflame. Fortunately there were several fire extinguishers all around the place. Soon this became sport: setting things aflame then blowing it out. Some how this transitioned to several people, including myself, sitting in stations to blow out the flames where ever people started them up. At some point, it became apparent that we were in a war with a famous talk show host that had committed many crimes, including money laundering. My mind had instantly named him, Bernie Madoff. My ex, Olivia, put it on, caught something on fire and then we couldn't get it out. Me and my cousin, george, escaped and he gave me a small automatic rifle with a voice command grenade launcher. We headed down the hill and some zombie slaves of Madoff came towards us. I was able to shoot them in the head. We came next to a tree and I climbed it. George taught me how to use the grenade launcher. There was a switch on the nuzzle that would either turn the safety on or the grenade launcher, depending on which way you pushed, and once fired, you had to yell explode for it to go off. As a test I shot one right to the bottom of the tree I was at, where my cousin and Olivia were at and I yelled "Explode". I thought about what I was doing but it hit me right after I yelled so I jumped down right into the explosion. Lucky, there was no friendly fire in this dream so everyone was still alive. I then peppered the field of on coming zombies and then yelled explode. It was good.

I remember sitting inside a bus when someone asked if I had a girlfriend or not...I told that "No, I don't" even though I was very nervous before the answer because my ex-girlfriend sitting next to me...she had no reaction though

Then (I think) I was inside some kind of game when I had leather black gloves and the world around me was dark-red. I had to open doors and hide in search of something, I suppose but then...when I opened one door, weird wolfs started to attack me. After that I had a rifle in my hands and a blurry screen...I started to jump backwards and firing it at the wolf, climbing the boxes this way and doing some fight...after that I died from a bite.
Strange screen appeared that asked if I wanted to continue living or wanted to end it...I press "continue" though wasn't very sure what I pressed the first five minutes.
I appeared in some lake or some sorts. Seeing that there’s only way out(Up in small tunnel), I started to swim there. I was inside a corridor with four white, wooden doors. After taking a deep breath, I opened it and gasped…blood on the ground and weird, scary voice of woman telling me something. Then red hospital bed slide to my feet and I saw a board with picture of FBI agents behind the text that said “Don’t Enter This Room”

…I closed it the same instance and them some beast tried to break it. I spend my last minutes in dream trying to close the old lock on that door.

Hours of sleep: 9.5
Recall: 3/5
Vividness: 3/5

I'm sitting in a class and I have to write a test. I get the questions and there are just about thinks I don't know. In addition just stuff, I even don't study. Questions about geography (What's the name of this city?) about physics, stuff like that. I panicate cause I don't know one anwser. I try too argue with a teacher
Me: That's unfair! These are things nobody knows!
Teacher: It doesn't matter. It's a test about flexibility, spontaneity and creativity!

I look at the others and there are writing pages and pages full. I simply leave and run away.

I'm at an indoor-swimming-pool. And it's another test. I just think: what's wrong in here? Our gymnastic professor is there.
Prof to everybody: You know that I don't like theorie much!
Everybody laughs
Prof: That's why we make a swimming test!

Ok.... Just for info, we had just seminars where he spoke of some "moving skills" and their development.
And now: a swimming test?! We had to jump over obstacles to get in the pool, doing weird loopings and figures and other crap.

I wanted to enter in the pool, but it seemed that the water was just about 20 inches deep. How can I swim when the water just goes to my shine? WTF! I get angry about this crap end up running around the pool until the exam had finished

12/30/2010
"A Lesson in Na'vi Pain Management"

(Tried a little dream incubation, this morning, and paid for it. I had turned on Avatar, focusing on my intention to draw myself into the movie, through DILD. Unfortunately, it worked. Quite possibly the most painful dream I have ever had in my life. I wasn't even on B6, but I did have a good liquor buzz when I went to bed. It was just as intense, though.)

I was Jake from Avatar, standing high in one of the mighty, cloud-scraping trees of Pandora. The war with Quaritch was soon coming, and the rest of the Na'vi were off somewhere, preparing for battle. I was being trained by a man who identified himself as an old arch-enemy of mine. He looked human, but this dude was huge; bigger than I was, even at Na'vi size. (He kind of looked like this picture of Heihachi Mishima, but thicker, with longer limbs, and completely bald.) According to this guy, I wasn't ready to face Colonel Quaritch. I was still "just Jake," and - as this guy would tell it - was not accustomed to my Na'vi form enough to maximize potential. So, he was about to teach me about how to manage my pain. Apparently, as I had somehow already known, this powerful man was planet-renown for his skills, and my best move would be to listen to everything he said. I braced myself, knowing I was going to be in for a tough trial.

Suddenly, I was rocked in the stomach, with a fist that would have caused a human being to explode on contact. Another one followed, with yet another close behind. Before I knew it, I was on my knees, in agony, my ribs feeling like they were being beaten in with a baseball bat. He didn't stop, though, screaming at me to get up, before slamming me with another body shot. This man was definitely not human. His strength was something out of a video game, and I could swear I was able to sense the shock waves jetting off of each punch to my midsection.
I honestly don't know of many times I've ever felt pain like this - if any. The blows rained in on me...almost rhythmically. He was in no rush. Just punching away, at his leisure. Completely unprepared for this, I tried desperately to drag myself away from him; helpless.

I didn't know if he was supposed to be teaching me or was actually trying to kill me. That was until he began to explain how I had the potential to block all of the pain out of my mind, and maintain focus and endurance for battle. He said that it was something that all warriors were able to do, and that I would be able to tap into the Na'vi's ability to do it at an accelerated rate. He wasn't exactly nice about it, though... Each punch would drive itself into my gut, and I would yell out in pain, this man's only response being to yell back at me for not taking it like a warrior.

...I definitely didn't feel like a warrior, at the time...

More punches came, and I was now in too much collective pain to fight back, even if I wanted to. Still, I dragged myself along the gargantuan branch beneath us, which easily supported our bodies, without wavering. He was all over me, though, and just would not fucking let up. He jumped from one side of me to the other, anytime I would start trying to scramble away a little more quickly. Each punch was now starting to bring me closer to tears, already having me openly screaming out with each torturous thud - and he could see it. He picked me up to my feet, my body practically limp, and glared at me sternly. Holding me up with one hand and barking at me to stop crying, he slammed more punches into me with his free hand, and each one was no less devastating than the last. I was being brutally beaten, and it was more than I could bear.

The gnarled look of torment in my face was slowly turning into a snarl of determination. I knew I couldn't just sit there and let him beat me to a meat-sack of pulverized bone. My eyes locked on his, and my fists tightened, every muscle in my body soon following suit. Immediately, he picked up on this and sneered, growling "WHAT?! ARE YOU ANGRY?! HUH??" through his teeth. His eyes were on fire with the a display of malice that just couldn't have been false. This was becoming a life or death situation. I felt my legs strengthen beneath me, beginning to stand up straight, slowly, but almost involuntarily. The pain was sequentially residing as the fist continued to pound away. I was getting stronger with each blow, able to sense that each punch would still have left a crater upon the trunk of the enormous tree we were in, yet I was becoming increasingly unable to feel them.

After a few more seconds of the onslaught, I was standing up tall, glaring at him with a scowl. Finally, he stopped punching, glaring back at me, still looking at me like a mortal enemy, but no doubt gauging my stoicism, after such a merciless attack. From what I could tell, he had decided that I must have been successful in my ascension. My torso still burned from all angles, but my entire muscular structure felt tightened and invigorated. The pain was still there, and it was damn intense....but I just didn't care. He told me that I was now ready for battle...

My recollection of the dream skipped ahead, and I was then running and jumping through the towering trees with a female Na'vi. She swung across a gap between branches, on a vine, and I did the same, right behind her. The two of us landed on another branch, this one just barely big enough for us to fit upon. When we landed, I took a sweeping glance down toward the ground - hundreds of yards below us - and I felt my stomach turn. It was the first time that I realized just how high up we really were. I found myself thinking "what the hell am I doing way up here?" and I think this could have eventually led to lucidity. However, all chance of that soon disappeared, when our attention got drawn to the sight of the Colonel's aerial gunships flying in over the landscape, toward our village. What might have been our last run through the trees was now over, and it was time to go to war.

(I woke up here, and the movie was actually just getting to the final battle, practically in sync with the content of my dream, leading me to believe that some of the audio might have been seeping into my dream content, when I was beginning to awaken. I was hungover, and it seemed to take some time for the pain in my stomach to fade. Instead, it seemed to go to my head , which was throbbing. Even some time after all of this, sitting at the computer, I had to hug my stomach, just because it seemed like the faintest - probably just mentally projected - trace of that horrible pain still lingered.

Not the best sleep I've ever had...)

no lucidity last night, but decent recall.

3 main dreams,

First being outside school and seeing some friends but also in the background hearing some Circa Survive music. One of the friends is Caitlin who I know is a Circa fan, so we walk over and check it out. (much more happened in this dream but this is all I can really remember)

I believe in a separate dream I was actually at a Circa Survive show, but before the show, walking around trying to meet up with the band at the bar and such. I also remember trying to find some seats, and I got some front row seats with some of my friends, but I left my seat to go get some food.

Blurry recall of a dream with my family in the mountains, eating a picnic or something but I was eating separately from them. I think I was eating outside and they were eating inside.


Well that's all from last night.

I'm, let say, a bit disturbed about this dream. That was the most awkwardest, illogical dream I ever had. And quite funny xD

Hours of sleep: 8.5
Recall:4/5
Vividness: 3/5

I'm sitting in the auditorium of my old high school. There are a lot of other students. I look around me, but I don't see any familiar face. Well expect of the teacher. And guess what? It's again my chemistry teacher who died very young a year ago.
I'm sitting at the back of the class with the "back-ground-group" (those pupils at the back of the class disturbing the course ) I'm talking really loud with my new classmates, we are laughing a lot. She gets angry and starts to shout at us. I get in some argument with her, about discipline and order (stuff like that). Finally, to not disturb the course anymore, I get kicked out of class (literately).
I'm kind of angry and simply walk out of the school.
Outsides I am on the campus of my university and I go to the bus station. In the meantime, I see the car of my dad. He stops in front of me and picks me up.

Me: That's what I call a real coincidence! Where do we go now?
Dad: We have to take some bread!

That sounds awesome So he drives me away from the place.
After a second or so, the car stops in front of my grandma's house. She died 3 years ago and the house was sold to a lady.

Me: Euu That's not a place where you get bread.
Dad: That's wrong. I know she has bread. You just have to knock at the door and ask for some!

Quite convincing statement. So I go there and ring. I don't know what I have to say. It's quite weird asking a complete stranger for bread. The door opens.

Lady: ... hello?
me: euu hello... how are you?
Lady looks at me suspicious.
me: My grandma used to live here... Eu I wanted to talk with you.
Lady: .... Ok
We are standing there quite awkwardly.
me: ... may I enter?
lady: ok, feel yourself at home.

Everything looks like it used to be. I enter in the living room. Another DC appears next to me. Apparently, he entered also.

Lady: Take a seat.
I feel quite unease
Me: No thanks I and my colleague prefer to stand.

The DC let fall himself in the sofa and takes the shoes off. I look at him kind of disturbed. He takes a scrabble book and a pen out of his suit. He starts speaking like a guy from FBI

DC: We heard that you, euuh
he looks at a page
DC: ... Misses Marple? Is that right?
lady: Yes
DC: Ok, we heard that you earn
he looks again at his book
DC: ... some delicious bread? Do you know what consequences this has?
Marple: That's not true! Get out of my house!

Suddenly a lot of men in suits get into the house.

DC: Arrest her and get her out of here!

Five men take har, tie her up and pull her out of the room.

Marple [shouting]: I demand me release immediately! You have no right to do this!
DC to some other guys: Go in the basement and look for the bread! Now!

They go away to look for the bread. I'm confused The guys come back with a slice of bread. the DC takes it and gives it to me

DC: here you have your bread! Enjoy it!

They leave me alone and I'm standing with my slice of bread. Awesome

Where's your head at?- (youtube.com/watch?v=8md51JnCNFQ)

Had a wbtb this morning, which felt different from the others. Sleep paralysis came and went, but the hallucinations were odd. It was like my body was a puppet, being moved around by an amateur puppeteer. This messed with my transition routine, because it led to me opening my eyes prematurely and seeing my body lying there motionless.

I tried again, this time I was a little bit more patient. when the puppeteer moved my body and raised my right hand( like I was in class or something), I focussed. I imagined walking from one end of my room to the other, paying attention to tactile sensations in particular. I felt my couch, or imagined what that felt like. Then I was on my bed again, I knew this was a false awakening. I reality checked, using the nose pinch and it worked. I was now lucid. I remembered my current goal, to ask my subconscious something and get a verbal response. I rubbed my hands and calmed down, being aware of everything but not focussing on one thing. this works best for me, suddenly things were vivid.

I did a little dance/jumped around. I looked to my right and my laptop was mounted to the wall, no keyboard just the screen. There was a desk, with an old desk-top computer and my phone on it (there's no desk or desk-top in my room). I didn't know what to ask, so I asked my subconscious to play a song. The screen on the desk-top switched to you-tube, there was only one song on the list "The instrumental, by Lupe fiasco". I didn't click on it, I wanted to see if it would play by itself. Suddenly my laptop shows a video of the guy from scrubs, playing with a guitar. I turn back to the desk-top and try to type in something into the search box, but the keys turn into a calender with pictures. I give up, and turn away from the desk-top...then out of nowhere through unseen speakers....

WHERE'S YOUR HEAD AT?,
AT,WHERE'S YOUR HEAD AT?.......starts playing. I drop to the floor with uncontrolled laughter while singing along. someone turns the volume down, and a video starts playing on the laptop. Its of two guys on motorcycles somewhere, but they seem to be looking at me. I look out my window, its a sunny day and I feel like driving. (yes plane-airman..wanted to drive instead of fly)

I look back at the laptop "can you give me a Bugatti Veyron?" I ask. One of the guys in the video answers " yes, I can.......but not right now". I start laughing again, that's cool. Something tells me the dream is about to end, as if on cue my dad and sister burst into my room making a lot of noise. I'm smiling "welcome to my dream", I say as the dream fades and I wake up.



Summary:

well, I guess the subconscious can talk to you. On to the next goal, to ask for him/it? to tell me each time I'm dreaming..'(hopefully he wont refuse)

Wbtb seems to be working for me every-time I set a genuine intention to try it, I have had 15 lucids and so far its : Dilds-4, Wbtb-11...once I increase my awareness hopefully I can become lucid almost each night not just each morning...like some people on here.