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There is a large, red truck parked very close to the garage door on a familiar-seeming driveway. The driveway is fairly short and only slightly inclined. Reilly is in the truck (it must be hers). I hop in, I think on the driver’s side. We start talking, catching up. She seems very neutral.

Last night I had a new dream that involved my grandads old 1983 Plymouth Reliant. This is the same car where all the dreams took place where I was riding in the middle of the front seat between my mom and my sister and my mom couldn't get the car to start.

I think this also took place in spring of 1994 when I was 15 and had my learners permit and the car was parked in our driveway.

In this dream, I decided I would go out and start the Reliant and drive it up and down my parents long driveway some to give the battery a charge.

I first went and grabbed the keys out of the drawer in the chest by our back door where my parents kept all of our keys. I then went outside and unlocked the drivers side door to the tan reliant and then sat down on the tan vinyl bench seat. When I put the key in the ignition, it made the same buzzing sound that I always hear in the recurring dream I keep having. I go ahead and close the drivers side door to make sure I do not have anything unnecessary draining batter power incase the batter has gotten weak. I then turn the key and the car starts right up without any trouble. I see all of the red lights on the dash illuminated and hear the buzzing sound. The lights quickly go out and the buzzing stops when I put on my seatbelt.

I then turn the radio to my favorite station, and then put the car in reverse and back it up until I am almost to the street at the end of our driveway. When I get to the end, I put it back in drive and drive it to the other end of the driveway near our house. For the next 15-20 minutes, I am driving the Reliant from one end of the driveway to the other while listening to the radio. I feel a certain sense of freedom know that in a few months I will have my drivers license and can drive myself where I want when I want.

I eventually park the car back by our house, turn it off, lock the door, and then go back into the house.

In this dream, I do not see anyone else unlike the other dream I keep having where my mom and sister are both in it.

I'm standing on a large driveway. An older woman, maybe 50 years old, turns to me and says, "Here are your presents!". I look further up the driveway and there are a bunch of used pieces of furniture. There's tables, chairs, bookcases, etc. I can't tell if I'm happy about it or not.

I'm outside in the driveway at my old house with a few people. I think my little sister is one of those people but I'm not sure. There's a girl there that seems annoyed or even angry at me. Gale walks up to me and smiles. I smile back and grab his hand happily. He pulls me into a hug and I feel happy. After we pull apart, it's just us and the girl who seems angry. She gives me a mean look and pulls me away from Gale. He then turns away and walks back to his house without saying a word. I pull away from the girl and panic a bit. I look around and I feel like I need to be with Gale. So I start walking quickly to his house in the hopes of seeing him again. I can't find him so I pull out my old phone and try desperately to text him. But no matter how hard I try, I can't text properly and I keep messing up. I become really upset. I can't think about anything else but having him with me again.

20.10.2014

Children Blocking the Street (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The foundation of the dream environment is similar to one I’m residing in waking life. The weather seems to be very ideal, with more clouds forming around than usual, almost to the point where it might rain later on in the dream.

The garage, vehicles used, and the dream characters I’m close to most of the time are almost picture-perfect copies of those in real life. But this is a presumption based on magnifying my peripheral vision, and getting pretty bleak conceptions of their visage, but I get sensations that makes me feel it’s them, and I feel I’m shifting into third person perspective every now and then.

I’m not sure how the first event occurred, but it was either my relative backing out their vehicle from the garage, or me backing out with the vehicle’s front facing what would’ve been the perimeter for the garage to close down completely. Whatever the case, let’s focus on me taking the vehicle out.

I can sense there’s at least two people inside the vehicle, excluding me, and it feels like I’m driving my relative’s vehicle instead. The reason being is that it felt a bit more spacious, and the engine seems to be running smoothly; this could just be my mind rendering out an ideal portrayal of my vehicle, though.

As I’m driving out of the garage by making a left turn, and then preparing to turn the wheel to go straight out, I see another vehicle coming into the garage. It doesn’t seem that my relatives are shocked by this, in fact, one of them suggested for me to keep going, and don’t bother minding what’s going on. I take a look of who’s inside the vehicle, and I noticed it looks a bit like who I’ll nickname as Amb.

Same visage, except she looks like she’s stressed out, and had a rough morning/day/whatever time the dream is emulating. I get a strange sensation glancing over her, and with the confusion still lurking about in my mind, I’m not as fixated on what will be going on beyond the neighborhood. I eventually snapped out of it, and continued to drive along to the street perpendicular to the driveway.

I drove slowly, mostly out of habit to watch out for children that may be going to school, or may be randomly playing. At this point, I just let predispositions roll out as I’m watching myself and controlling my movements on and off. As I’m turning to the right side of the vehicle, I didn’t hear any squeaking sound as the vehicle is landing on a flat surface from a highly curved highway.

The transition is so smooth, that I briefly reveled in the thought of said transition, and I felt this subtle moment made me cling onto lucidity a bit since being victim to psychosomatic experiences in my dreams, and predispositions from waking life are going to be the “vehicle” of my movements and processing what’s going on.

I can literally feel the gravity as the vehicle is landing on a flatter surface, along with the rolling, and then the abrupt stop from the curb, and then the vehicle gradually picking up pace. Naturally, I presumed there would be a stop sign just a few feet ahead of me, and using my peripheral vision validated this belief.

From here on out, the perspective changes completely, and just when I thought I would have to make a deep turn to the right to straighten out, and be perpendicular to the stop sign, the vehicle is already straight. It’s like the transition was like what you would see when playing a Need for Speed game on the GameCube where you would press the “Z” button to reset the vehicle in the straight position after crashing, slowing down, etc.

And before you know it, a band of children are forming a barricade, making it seem impossible, at first glance, of passing through them unless I ran over them. I didn’t want to do this, obviously, even though it was a dream. The children were diverse in race, though the ones that seemed to have been leaders that enticed this weird human barricade were Caucasian. There’s a boy wearing an open light sky blue dress shirt with dark shades of blue stripes forming a checkered pattern (but only having the light sky blue as a filling within the borders).

His hairstyle seems abnormal for a little child, and it looks like he had applied too much hair gel. The hairstyle consists of random spiked hair with curved spiked hair that looks like it’s very close in becoming hardened to the point where I wonder if his hair literally his part of his whole skin for his visage.


The more I observe this child, the more I feel as if I’m on the ground just to be able to look up and see him entirely. He’s probably wearing slightly baggy jeans with the soft fading blue colors along with white shoes. He has his hands in his pocket, and his visage twisted at an angle just a bit to exhibit a serious demeanor that I won’t be able to pass this barricade for quite some time.

Then one of the dream characters in the vehicle told me to keep going, even though I knew I wasn’t going to take action…until I looked more to the right, and that some of the children to the right were gone, or were a bit slow in making a completely impasse for us all. I take the chance to go to the right, but going at low speed even though it was a perfect chance for me to just swoosh through them.

I'm standing at the bottom of my Grandma's driveway with my little sister and a few others that I feel but cannot see. I'm wearing a brightly colored dress that reaches above my knees. It's orange with white lace. I'm barefoot and swaying in place. Someone who I cannot see tells me that my niece needs my dress. I can feel that it's really important so I immediately take off my dress and hand it over to someone. I'm left standing there in nothing but a pair of white panties. I know that I'm naked but for some reason I don't really feel embarrassed about it. I noticed everyone starts walking up the driveway, so I cover my chest with my hands and walk up with everyone. I walk slowly. Once I reach the top, I walk into the little fenced area in front of Grandma's house and I see that my older sister, my little sister and my niece are standing there and looking at me. I then have the dress put back into my hands. I guess it's okay to put it back on now.

Me and my sister are at the bottom of my grandparents driveway. This girl walks up to us and begins to whisper something into my sisters ear. I become paranoid because the look on my sisters faced turns fearful. Then the girl looks down and giggles and then run though the gate and I watch my sister chase her. I chase after my sister asking her what did the girl say, my sister seems to be angry now, and the end of the driveway goes to a dark river instead of the street, the girl runs on the water and makes a right, I see my sister get into a canoe and row hastily towards the girl, I tried to jump on the my sisters canoe but she went to fast and I fell into the water and it drug me away towards the girl and my sister, I see a yellow canoe by me in the water and I climb in and begin to row towards them yelling for them but I can't catch up, and now I see three of my cousins in canoes rowing beside me and all of us are trying to catch up to my sister and that girl.

I'm at my grandparents house, I want to leave right now but everyone else says they're going to leave the next day, so my grandpa says I can take his rv and head out now. I agree and get into the rv, I turn it on and its starts to roll backwards down the long ass driveway. The brakes don't work, but I think at least it's rolling backwards really slow, so i back it into the fence. Then this guy gets in and says lets start over and suddenly he's in the driver seat and drives the rv into the grass field next to the house and says he hopes there isn't shit in the grass, I think about the holes, but he speeds up to the top, and I see a perfect turn in but he doesn't take it and it irritates me, he keeps going and goes through the front yard gate, and then we go back down the drive way.

I'm not certain if this was one dream, or several shorter dreams/fragments. They seem to be somewhat related.

Part 1: I was playing Super Smash Bros. Brawl, with several of my friends. We got to the character select screen, which was a mess. There were many characters missing, and many characters that didn't belong, though I can't quite remember who. There were two Meta Knights, for one - I selected the second, and picked a bizarre-looking costume that looked like it had a o_O face on it. The game started, and my character looked like Kirby, except he had similar moves to Meta Knight. I hit B, and it looked like I was just Kirby with the Tornado power.

The game ended, and my friends just vanished - I started looking at several of the other characters. Selecting them had odd effects - selecting Link had the game say Zelda, selecting the one next to Link had it say Mewtwo. Going over to Samus, it was automatically in Zero Suit, though in a slightly different pose, and I could switch to a "Dark Samus" costume which was nearly identical, save for the facial expression and a much lighter skin tone. I went over to Ganondorf, though the name displayed was "LEAVE." I started a game, with no other players, and it ended.

Part 2: False awakening. I got up, and found myself looking at a completed dream journal. Elements from the previous dream were present, including the odd names and such. It mentioned something about a modded game, and the G-Man from Half-Life.

Part 3: I was outside, on my driveway. There were several friends of mine present. There was also a roughly 3x3 foot piece of sheet metal - presumably 16gauge steel. I picked it up, and simply snapped it into three equally-sized 2x1 pieces and one 2x2 piece. One of my friends came over, and said something about needing it, so I dropped it. I walked over to the other end of the driveway.

Part 4: I was on YouTube. My inbox mentioned comments - I clicked to view the video in question, and it was a video of part 3, from my perspective. The comment was something along the lines of "I'm impressed - my friends Colonel Ans and General Angus know that's a difficult way to" - and I cannot remember the rest.

Driving home to new house, somewhere on a steep hill. Talking on the phone to Anin while wife is driving, looking at mountains in the distance. Arrive at driveway, which is mostly dirt, and very steep and long. Drive most way up, but car won't make it. Roll back down. Tell wife to try again; don't want to climb it in the rain on foot. Same again, make it most way and then start rolling back. Quickly apply brakes, very hard. Brakes won't hold, even when I move into driver's seat and stand on brake with all my weight, while reefing on the handbrake. Roll back to base of driveway.

Kingscote. Waiting for boys to get into car. One of them lets off the handbrake. Car rolls toward road, and knocks letterbox out of ground. I push the car back up the driveway, and look for a chock, since the handbrake now won't hold the car.

This is one of my
Five-Star Lucids

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I remembered two dreams last night, one of which is this entry. (I'll finish typing up the other one in the morning.) This dream was another cool lucid, if not a low-level one. I did some more stabilization, including looking closely at an incredibly detailed flower, and I teleported to an airport reminiscent of the brief shot from Fight Club where the narrator runs up to a window. I kinda lost my lucidity, and the dream, after that though. It was still worth it.

I started out in my bedroom. There was just a slight amount of moonlight coming in through the window blinds, but other than that, it was very dark - so dark, in fact, that as I was walking around, I had my hands out in front of me. I could barely see the outlines of objects in my room! According to the preexisting plot of this dream, I had just finished a WILD attempt, and I had entered this dream moments earlier. I was 'lucid' - but not actually. I was only pretending to be lucid as part of the dream plot, when in reality I wasn't lucid at all. I remember being slightly nervous because the area was so dark, and I wanted to get out as soon as I could. I was initially standing near the foot of my bed, but then I started following an invisible ball of energy, which was floating not two feet in front of me, at around shoulder level. It gave off a distinguishable presence, even though I couldn't see it, and I knew that this ball of energy was KingYoshi. He had been waiting for me to enter the dream, and was now going to show me where to go (what...?!). It started moving towards the window, and I slowly walked after it.

I arrived at the window and forgot all about the "KingYoshi" ball. When I walked up to the window, the lighting coming through the blinds became a bit brighter and more aqua in color, as if an alien spaceship had just come down and hovered in front of it. I grabbed the right side of the blinds, bunching a few of them up with my hand and pulling them down with a slight amount of effort. I sensed there was a dark hand above the blinds, trying to prevent me from pulling them down and onto the floor. Anyways, I was now looking out a window without the actual windowpane in place; it was just an open area now. I don't know if there was a windowpane to begin with, but did it matter?

I looked out the window and down towards the ground (my room is on the second floor of the house) and I saw the front driveway of my house. This was a little 'off', because the window to my bedroom in real life is looking out over the backyard, not the front area of the house. But this didn't matter. In real life, the driveway of my house is a big square area that consists of many neatly-arranged, reddish stones with a connecting driveway to the street. It was the same in the dream, except instead of there being a 2-lane residential road, there was a pressed gravel road. On the other side of this road, instead of houses, there were lots of pine trees. There was also a large pine tree on the right side of the driveway, right next to some smaller shrubs and greenery.

Back to myself, I was still in the house, overlooking this area. Like in my previous recorded dream, I made a lazy jump out the window. However, even though the distance from my second-story bedroom to the ground seemed pretty far from the window, as I jumped, the distance seamlessly became next to nothing. There was next to no impact when I landed. I only recoiled slightly, which wasn't very noticeable. The atmosphere and time of day was still nighttime, but it was more well-lit outside because of the moon (which I knew was out, even though I didn't actually see it in the sky). I started to walk down the driveway, away from the house, and I became lucid once I got about halfway there. I did the nose-plug RC, and I could breathe, so I knew I was dreaming. I rubbed my hands together and looked at them, counting five fingers on each hand. If something was weird about them, I never noticed.

I continued walking down the driveway and, since I was only semi-lucid, I didn't think of teleporting at the moment. Instead, I involuntarily decided to turn right down the gravel road and walk in the moonlight. Right before I turned the corner, I saw a few green dandelion weeds (minus the yellow dandelion part) at the foot of the large pine tree next to the driveway. These weeds were accompanied by a few white daisies, and a small clump of lilacs. The flowers all looked normal; realistic - the daisies had white petals with a yellow center, and the lilacs were lavender in color, just like they are in real life. I knelt down and smelled the air around the flowers, and I could actually pick up the scent of lilacs! It was awesome!

I turned my attention towards the daisies. I picked one up; it didn't put up a fight and resist being pulled up from the soil at all, as if it was just floating in air. As I brought it towards my face and looked at it closely, I realized that the white petals now had a huge amount of tiny, pint-sized holes in them; these holes were more abundant towards the outer regions of the petal, and a few of these petals looked like they were eaten a bit around the edges. I saw the slight bending of the petals as they connected to the center, which now looked like the middle of a sunflower with all the seeds, except this was a solid yellow. The amount of detail was stunning; I'd never seen details as crystal clear and sharp before, regardless of the fact that I was only semi-lucid. The flower was so sharp, in fact, one could easily have thought there was aliasing around the edges. My gaze was fixed on this flower for a good minute or so, just observing all the details.

"Wow, this is amazing!" I gasped sometime during the observation, completely astonished.

I could make this entry a five-star one just from that moment alone.

After I finished looking at the flower, I got up onto my feet again and dropped it to the ground. Then I continued walking down the gravel road, surrounded on both sides by large, dense pine trees. I observed that the trees on the right side of the road were a bit thinner and shorter than the ones on the left, looking back and forth a few times and chuckling because of that strange layout. After two or three minutes of just walking along, I got to a clearing. It was like one of those half-circle campsites you see along the side of the road, except at least five times the size, and there was one of these on both sides of the gravel road. The ground was all gravel now, with the exception of the grassy terrain that started on the edges of these 'campsites', where the pine trees were clustered, bordering the area. The place made a big circular clearing that must have been a good two hundred feet wide and long.

On either sides of the circle were some pretty strange setups, though. On the right side of the clearing, there were two thicker, square glass panels that were propped up on their sides, about thirty feet from one another. They were at a good ten feet high and wide. On top of them, going from one panel to the other, was a longer glass panel of the same thickness. In between the two square glass pieces, and sheltered by the long one on top, was a big bed. It looked like something from a game; the bed was very smooth (like plastic) and basically consisted of a solid, wood-colored rectangle with another, pale red-purple rectangle with smoothed edges on top and coming over the sides like a bedsheet. I saw a low headboard made from the same wood-colored piece as the rest of the bed. There was a white rectangle, again with smoothed edges, for a pillow on top of the covers near the end.

I was losing my lucidity; by now I was probably only at a 3/10, but I kept going in regards to dream control. I turned to the left and saw a small, beaten-up wooden house. I walked over to it and opened the door, entering into a bedroom. This bedroom was about 15x15 feet with smooth, medium-tone hardwood floors, beige wallpaper, and brown wooden paneling along the floor (I'm tired; I can't remember what it's called at the moment). There was a closet in the middle of one wall; it took up a good chunk of the wallspace and was made of two smooth, sliding wooden doors with no handles. I went over to this closet, dug my nails into the wood of the left door, and pulled it over to the right, expecting an airport terminal to be on the other side. I needed there to be a large glass window and viewing area - I'm surprised I managed to teleport like this, let alone to the proper area, with such a low level of lucidity. The door opened to practically an exact replica of the airport briefly seen in Fight Club, near the end of the film. It's that place the narrator is in when he's got himself smushed against the window, frantically looking outside. I could see down the terminal and saw a regular seating area, but the place was all empty. There were no people whatsoever.

I'd completely lost my lucidity at that point, and the dream not ten seconds later.

I was at my Dad's old house with my wife. Another family lives there now in waking life, and I knew that in my dream. I kept telling my wife, "Let's get out of here!"... but she was on her computer and wasn't moving.

I looked out the window of the kitchen door. I was afraid someone from the next house would see that someone was in my Dad's old house when they weren't supposed to be.

A car started to pull in the driveway. I just knew we were busted; but the car never drove up the driveway. that happened twice.

I told my wife to come on again, but she was eating a pan of pound cake or swirl bread. I decided to leave by myself. I slipped out the back door certain someone would see me leaving, but I had to get out of there.

The dream ended.

I had other dreams, but I can't remember them. Maybe I'll remember them later.

I was driving a van. There was a prehistoric dog next to me that was excavated and lived. He was more ferocious than any dog on Earth today.

With my right hand, I broke off a piece of wood about 2" x 2" x 1 1/2' that was loosely secured to the side of my seat. I needed to protect myself. I kind of gave the dog a whack, but didn't really want to hurt it, so I ended up just pushing it towards the sliding door. In waking life I was recently working in my attic and had to deal with 3 wasps. I caught and released two. The third I didn't really want to kill, but ended up trying to by pushing it against the rafters, though he got away.

The dog became submissive after I pushed him towards the door of the van. I asked a dream character if it could really be a dinosaur dog. I don't really remember him answering, though I got the feeling he said that it was dug up.

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I saw a driveway, not mine, with flowers that I left. I went to get them. I picked up a 1 gal pot with a rose, and some much smaller pot. I couldn't get the third.

There was a hole at the side of the driveway. I put the plant I couldn't take in the hole to protect it. Then I realized I shouldn't have, so I got in the hole and put it back out. I climbed out of the hole disturbed that I had to get a little dirty, then the owner of the house turned into the driveway.

I was busted! I was thinking about explaining to the lady that came home that they were actually my plants. That dream ended there.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I know this dream was longer, but I can't remember anything else!

In the beginning of the dream, it was daytime, and I was sitting cross-legged on the driveway of my house. My house was on a clean, smaller street with nicely arranged bungalows; there were also a couple large trees here and there. My driveway was a bit cracked up because it was fairly old. My front yard was a 15x15 foot area of grass with a tiny evergreen tree, only a few years old, in the middle. In real life had planted it when I came home from a school field trip four years ago, and it appeared in the dream now.

I didn't look back at my house at all, and was just looking out onto the street. I heard my mom coming and glanced to the side, seeing her sit down beside me with a skimpy metal rake. "Here, you have to do the leaves," she said. I thought about it for a few instances and then became lucid, saying, "am I dreaming?"

"Yes," she said, sounding uninterested, and got up. She started to walk away and I looked around the street, asking, "you sure?" and she replied "yes" again in the same tone. I'd never been told by a DC that I was dreaming, so that was exciting. I didn't even use dream control to make her say that. However, since my lucidity was pretty low, I didn't remember my dream goals. I started to run down the street, randomly superjumping (even feeling gravity pull me back down), until I woke up. It was fun, but not what I would've done if I was more aware.