lucid

I am in a white car, in the back to the left. I cannot see the driver. I see a street of stores and I assume I'm in Pittsburgh (where i went to college), and that I go back and forth between Pittsburgh and where I live now. Then something clicks: I realize I don't live in Pittsburgh. I start to wonder if I am dreaming. Once I am certain I am dreaming, I jump out of the car without opening the door (what does that mean?). I walk around and then the driver comes out of the car and tries to stab me.

I start to fly instead of fighting back. I am spinning out of control in the flight and I am scared. My body is acting like a tornado. So I breathe in and control it. I levitate down and up and propel myself forward, far away from the road of shops that realistically look nothing like Pittsburgh. I sense water, and I land in the water. I can feel gentle ripples/waves and the water is dark blue, almost black. I sense sharks around me so I levitate up out of the water. I am out of control again, I am flying fast and its like someone else is controlling my flight. I control the dream. I slow down, meditate in the air and wake myself up. I wake up and wish I kept flying, that I found some utopia to explore my unconscious mind and heart and soul. Anyways, this was my first lucid in months.

I am doing reality checks hoping my dream signs (Pittsburgh, sustained flight, perfect gymnastics, figure skating barefoot, etc) appear at night. I am not ready to keep a real dream journal. I mean I want to, need to develop the discipline first. Any tips?

I had a lucid dream. I only remember fragments of it. I was in some communal house and for some reason I realized I was dreaming. I walked out the door or through the wall. There was a grassy field and a light granite path. I tried to stabilize myself, I think I looked at my hands and prayed to stay in the dream to explore. I walked on the path and looked around. Then I slipped into some other regular dream. I'm sure there was more to the dream, it just slipped from me.

I fell asleep in the woman's cabin. Then I was on a windy path with tall grass around it.
I was walking up it, holding a paper bag with books and clothes in it. (Primarily clothes). I noticed a little girl behind me aways away and I thought she was a demon. I knew at the top of the hill my friends were there. I didn't want to let go of the paper bag, but I decided I had to. I put it down and raced towards the people at the top/the end of the path. End of dream. That day, my pastor and I walked up a hill on the retreat, and I told him about the dream. He suggested that the little girl was the girl I used to be, and later in my life I realized that the people at the top were the future me and other friends I would have. The dream taught me that sometimes we have to let go of material things and let spiritual things and friendships matter more.

Another dream I had earlier was I was at Julliard and I asked if I was a student there. Then suddenly I was in a grassy field and at heaven school, and they told me their music and dance school was better than Julliard, and I felt peaceful.

A recurring dream I always have is being at university of Pittsburgh (which I attended in real life), not having my schedule, trying to get to the computer lab to print it out. The last time I had this dream I actually was able to print out my schedule, and then I was in a big classroom and they were teaching Islam on the screen, and I realized that maybe it was a dream. Later I decided it was definitely a dream (first lucid dream in at least two years), and I left the classroom and made the building disappear, through Jesus. Then I was walking in a grassy field knowing I was dreaming starting to explore. Someone started to chase me, I think he or she was muslim. Then I woke up or had a false wake up.

A psychic dream I had was I was with my family in the middle of the ocean and Simon-Peter, my brother, was there and he was in a box that went down to the bottom of the Sea to explore it. Then I woke up.

A long time ago, I dreamt I met a girl and we watched an art movie together and then painted together. Was a beautiful but not lucid dream.

There are so many more that I forgot. I will try to remember them to post them here from now on.

~Rebecca