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    1. 5th January 2017 Long Vivid Dream Turns Into a Memorable Lucid (with pics)

      by , 01-06-2017 at 04:13 AM


      I woke very exhilarated from this dream and had motivation to do an online DJ entry with pictures once again.

      Thu, 05 Jan 2017:

      Start in packed restaurant or similar, commotion outside, peek out blinds, 2 cars stopped yelling at each other, one with several Latinos and one several African Americans. They speed off down the street dangerously.



      I pull out my phone and have the description of one car: a turquoise Subaru hatch/wagon. Friend tells me I should text the info to (telephone #) instead of 911. I start to punch in the telephone number but then I realize I may be forgetting part of the description for the vehicles. Seems to be a campus security text #. Makes sense since 911 will be not go to local police directly. Shortly after we walk to a campus eating place with windows and all eating outside, safe? One of the guys says it is safe and that he actually works here sometimes , a campus job I guess. Girl Friday arrives.



      Transition to us walking in a dream neighborhood that definitely feels familiar from dreams, with neighbor house to the right. Also becomes (Current neighborhood)-like then dorm-like. Inside big house at some point.



      Girl Friday flirting, sweet, takes me in another room to show me some lime green clothing-something. She removes her outer shirt, should I turn around. I feel a little boldness to keep looking on and do so. Did she want to show me those socks that seem to be lime green? "A" arrives and shows me his T-shirt with a print on it and I notice my
      Spoiler for sexual content:
      Mr CL comes in and seems to greet us with a hug as we're in kind of a lounging position perhaps in bed or on a couch. Up and moving around the house, I can see clearly through neighbor's windows, a sexy neighbor lady. Maybe I can see something sexy as I see her across the way, walking around several different times during the dream, through their windows. We also have many windows looking out.



      3 neighbor ladies wearing outfits that are a cross between lingerie and maid costumes.



      I have an FA: I think to myself, I'll go back to sleep and be bold and lucid. Yep! Several different Asian college couples are having sex in different rooms. I warn my son who is walking in the direction of the couples having sex and say something like "they're doing what I guess you college kids do" and he laughed it off and keeps walking. Those 3 ladies from earlier are having some kind of sexy costume time interacting in flirty poses. I see a door between the two houses and
      I feel strong boldness and realize I'm dreaming and go through the door and when I get to the room the three ladies are lounging in bed, two of them sitting up near the front of the bed



      and before I go any further I do look at my hand for a little bit to make sure I am actually dreaming and not breaking into my neighbor's house. My hand looks normal at first so I look again and sure enough 6 fingers. I have the first lady on the left
      Spoiler for sexual content:
      (schema edit; nice mental control achieved) and then
      Spoiler for sexual content:
      Part way through I realize her
      Spoiler for sexual content:
      after considering just magically swiping them away and then continue
      Spoiler for sexual content:
      transitioned to this rectangular device. Many people and family are around and I think that this is a good chance to show how lucid I am but then I have second thoughts and want to be sure and do my hand RC again before doing anything cray in front of everyone. I don't recall much more after the RC before waking.
    2. 00:00 Thursday 2013-11-28 (LD #10) Thanksgiving

      by , 11-28-2013 at 10:37 PM
      00:00 Thursday 2013-11-28 (LD #10)

      00:00 ? bedtime

      03:06

      1) riding on a skateboard down a wide, flat, smooth street. I'm going pretty fast and I really enjoy this sensation. Up ahead I see PJ in the distance. I'm on the very front tip of the skateboard. Visuals are very bright, vivid. I see my father walking under some trees up ahead, he seems young and happy. See also my mother off to the right.
      04:25 no recall (recorded 03:00 waking dreams at this time, fell asleep at 03:06)
      can't return to sleep. after 30 minutes get up to rocking chair, for about 20 minutes. Visualize parent's house and neighborhood, reinforce "I'm dreaming." Move to kitchen, make and drink warm milk. Sit there massaging jaw. Do some relaxing breaths. Decide I feel sleepy, return to bed and fall asleep in not too much time.

      06:00 BTB

      07:36 (alarm)

      2) movie theater taxi driver money tatoo kicking buying snacks at table don't have enough cash in the store there's a security guard can't get by, think about eating it and putting it back on thes shelve, at a table with young people they're laughing I don't have enough change to buy the snacks, I empty my pockets including a chestnut, I say this chestnut is awesome it's worth lots of stuff, I'm missing just a few cents to buy the snacks, I have to back.
      I'm at the top of a sandy hill, I turn around and see my wife is coming up behind me, I jump down the face of the sandy hill and slide/ski all the way down to the bottom near the water it's lots of fun, my wife laughs behind me watching, it feels awesome. Arrive on the beach near the water, my wife is behind me, I think it will be awesome to live near the beach and come here every day. There are strange plants around. Two inspectors arrive and are asking for paperwork I think they're after me because I haven't paid yet for the snacks They're harassing my wife I leave quickly to go pay and get receipts, I'm on the way back, I'm in a starnge tilted room, I see a very dirty priest walking from left to right behind me.
      I go fowards now in a car open to the sky (like a top-down convertible), there's a bus, at an intersection, I'm in a hurry to get to pay for things, there's lots of traffic, the busses I see are very ornate, old 1950's style A/C transit buses, I'm confused/surprised by this.
      I'm in a taxi with a bunch of other people, they're laughing, I'm in the back seat, some guy is pushing through to the right I'm trying to protect my place but he gets there. There are a bunch of movie theaters all around. I think what am I going to do at this movie theaters I should have stopped at an ATM. The driver starts driving and passing the theaters, I call out "stop stop let me off here." Driver makes some comment. I think I have no money for food how can I pay for the taxi? It turns out the fare is only a dime because it's the olden days. I think what sort of tip to give: nickel or penny?
      I imagine the taxi driver takes these pennies and puts them in his pocket, and there's a hole at the bottom of in his pocket and the coin rolls down his leg into his shoe. The pennies are safe there but If he's really rolling in the dough the coins will make a lot of noise when he walks.
      You don't mess with taxi drivers because they'll kick you so hard it will stop your development. I'm thinking about kids who have strange facial features because they're development is impaired and their different parts age at different rates. Taxi driver has tatoos all over his leg in green/blue, words.

      Concentrated on relaxing: relaxing breaths, doing deeper and deeper into relaxation on every exhale, releasing tension, keep doing it, keep eyes relaxed and unfocused, and got back to sleep.

      09:00 BTB for nap

      10:12

      3) in a dorm building looking for my room. I'm on the wrong floor because I've been in a different room. I'm studying with some loud (classical? opera?) music playing on a stereo. There was another guy in the room complaining that guys in the hallway were too noisy (playing violin?) he says he'll never be able to sleep he has to get up early. I'm in this room becaues I need to get up early, too. He asks me to go outside to talk to them and quiet them down. I say sure I put on my shirt and my shorts, he starts to go out, I say hey I'll do it but I have to put on my shorts first, he talks to them they say something about OK, I realize I'm playing loud music myself, I approach and old looking CD player and look for, find, and press the stop button. I'm flexing my muscles, in my underwear, windows open wide to the outside, I imagine girls in other dorms could be looking in.
      Go into hallway looking for my room I want to tell my roommate where I am. I was in this other room for a night maybe two. I look into a room, there's an older guy and girl, they're RAs probably, older, he says, "Oh, Hi (my name)", and I'm amazed he knows my name, I'm not on his floor, he must know the name of everyone in the building. I say "sorry, forgot I was on the wrong floor," I go down some stairs still looking for my room, I pass an attractive girl going up the stairs, (I helped her with something?) she says something, make a brief connection, but continue on. Farther I see a french-looking female student with goggly eyes and I think "nah, not my type don't want to pay her any attention."
      End up in a place with a weird old woman I think is my mother (no resemblance to real mother) and some other guy, "I don't like how things are around here, I like things the way I like them." Then she gets upset and starts saying "Oh, this is not the time to have this conversation not with this guy (our friend's name the man) over." I get a close up of her lower face and mouth. She has a weird thick beard on the neck under her chin, a thick bristly dark hitler-ish mustache under her nose, and is chewing a massive pile of gum in the left side of her mouth which is open. The gum looks like a piece of a cotton mop with individual strands. It's quite a disgusting sight. It's yucky.

      12:14 Lucid Dream LD DILD #10

      4) ... fair amount of prior ND detail I felt, but couldn't recall
      Approaching a building, want to enter to get something, it has security. The security guy had blown someone else's head off with a shotgun that looks like a water cannon the kind that you extend out, fill up, then push the parts together, but this was a shotgun. Security guard is shooting at me, I'm leading him around corners , I try to time it so I go around the corner and wait for him to turn the corner so I can surprise him to shoot him.
      I'm in a room, it's dark/night-time lying on a bed, there's a spider wafting towards me on a strand of web, I try to blow it away, blow blow blow it doesn't go far away, it climbs rapidly up its web towards the ceiling above me. Then there's another spider, and soon there are many rapidly multiplying juicy puffy-body squishy nasty spiders. They were freaking me out, I didn't want to squish them with my hands I was looking for something to over my hand like a glove so I could squish them they were everywhere and multiplying, more and more and more were appearing. They're growing to the size of large snails, sitting on the wall in lines. I get up to leave the room, and as I leave the room I stop in my tracks and do a double-take, and say "Wait a minute, this is like a dream, I must be dreaming" and I am lucid. It felt very realistic. I looked back into the room, it's day-time/light, there's a window looking outside. the spiders may be all gone, but I thrust my left hand forward and willed a bolt of fire from my left hand on to the floor in the room. It appeared and was 1/2 translucent and made nothing burn but I saw the bolt. I tried to shoot lightning bolt but nothing happened. Did another fire blast. Went back in to the room and thought "stabilize." Rubbed my hands together, counted to 5, then patted up and down my body with my hands: chest, stomach, legs. I looked down at my body and I saw my naked chest and stomach. I saw my underwear and reach down to have a look inside, "It's going to be big" I think, it turns out to be normal sized. It seems a bit greasy like there was lotion on it. Everything is *really* realistic.
      I'm in this bedroom, then I go outside. It's like a garden path in an apartment complex, lots of tall plants off the path. Lush vegetation. A swimming pool complex comes up on the left. Some people (3 girls?) are leaving it. I think "oh don't leave the pool!" (I'm looking for a hottie). There's a gate, I enter the pool area. I'm looking for a cute female, everyone I come across is not attractive / old. I tell myself "I'm dreaming, remember, you're dreaming, I'm dreaming." I walk more into the pool area. I do a RC at this point because I start to wonder if I'm dreaming because everything is so life-like, the people and the grounds. Check hands, they are not bizarre like last time, fingers were stable but longer than in life, and a little bit translucent. I'm pretty sure I'm dreaming and nose pinch confirms it solidly. "OK, I'm dreaming" I say. Looking at a woman off to the right, look at some people in the pool off to the left, I go and look at them, I'm not finding anyone to my taste, then I think "Hey what am I doing? Just summon!" So I did a hand-behind-the-back summon of PT. I put my right hand behind my back, say "PT, take my hand!" wait a few seconds, and slowly pull my hand around to the front (didn't feel a solid hand connection), and there is PT! I looked at her and said, "Yeeeeaaah, you're PT!" Face may not have been precise but height/age/general look was right. I tried to kiss her, she didn't want to. I look into her face and say, "You want it!" Then move to kiss her. Her face became flat and her lips were thin/unsatisfying/unresponsive, I must have closed my eyes, and I fade to
      awake.

      Half-hearted attempt to DEILD back in but don't make it, didn't really try very hard. I may have moved. Wanted to record because I felt like I started to forget, in fact I at first didn't recall the body-pat stabilisation and dream body inspection.
      Elapsed time: ~4-5 minutes. Longest or tied for longest LD so far. Definitely most visually vivid/realistic. No dream fuziness at all, this is first time I had a touch of doubt in the middle of the dream because of realistic visuals. Maybe also because it was a bit longer than the others. Patting the whole body, bringing my dream body into my vision, produced very stable and vivid visuals. Didn't look around as much as I had planned to. First time see dream body. Dream body is a bit leaner / in better shape than now . My younger self.
      Dream in S2's bed, LD on right side.
      My relaxation technique works! Relax, don't try to WILD or force sleep, relax, unfocus eyes, release tension from body on every exhale, go deeper and deeper into relaxation on every exhale, don't "come back up higher" on inhales. The drowsiness/sleepiness feeling came on immediately upon the exhale of the relaxing breath at both the 09:00 BTB and 10:12 waking. Probably could have kept on dreaming but it's Thanksgiving and I had to shop for dinner.
      Happy that I performed most of practiced new stabilization: body pat, look at body, count to 5.
    3. 00:00 Tuesday November 5, 2013 DILD #5!

      by , 11-08-2013 at 07:00 PM
      00:00 Tuesday November 5, 2013 DILD #5!
      02:25 bedtime
      06:25
      1) lying on ground eyes at ground level MFLd's path (to left to back yard) promising to get the sprinkers installed so all the plants will grow properly. I'm touching and looking at the plants and imagining the sprinkler heads going nearby. Lying with wife on the brick path, we're settling down for the night for sleep just down from the circle. We have to make room for the nuns to come down the path at night (imagine one walking down). S1 (current age) comes and asks me about a towel and what are my plans when I go to the gym. In the gym I give advice: calfs twice a week, it's the smallest muscle in the body. Then all the other muscles 3 times a week. A trainer is there agreeing with me. Return to the MFLds's porch. Talking to man who own's the Gs house now whom I later suspect of pulling down the chimney.
      On the circle by parent's house(DS), nighttime. Standing with LDiS (old gf), I start flying (levitating while vertical) with her, holding her so she flies with me she's facing me. I very slowly fly upwards, I see the pespective changing on the lights and stars, it's fascinating. I'm saying "I always like to fly like this it's my favorite way". We go up pretty high. It's awesome. I show how the perspective changes while we can altitude. I'm flying by will, can see the lights from city and the stars. We're going far above the power lines. I ask her if she's ever flown that high before. She says maybe once or twice. I say I'll tell you a secret: I didn't used to fly this high myself. We're flying away from where we started, dark trees below, we kiss a few times. Coming down. It's daytime back at parent's house. I see the entire chimney ripped off of the house leaving a gaping hole. I'm saying "holy crap what happened here?" Like the next door neighbor who lived at the G's house had pulled a wire that was attached to the chimney and pulled it down. Wife there very upset, trying to re-install the phone wire and other wires. In front yard, lots of people around (workmen/inspectors), sitting at table with workmen with a workplan on a brown piece of paper. I'm trying to read it. The worksheet shows the progress of the repairs. Front and back side. On the back side it 's about repairing the phone lines. It's blank, I ask what's the status. I see scribbled on the paper then "must fix first". We first must fix the bathtub to upgrade it to hold 45 gallons. Wife was trying to tie the cable and the phone lines back on the house so at least the alarm would work.
      Talking with some people on the G's side of the fence, they're from a TV show doing an interview. I don't want anyone to hear. We walk all the way to the bathroom window, some are following us from the group, I'm trying to tell this guy the story, I don't want to tell him that I was flying, I said I went for a walk with a lady, and ex-girlfriend whom I hadn't seen in 20 years, who is also the former girlfriend of the next-door neighbor. I'm trying to get close enough to this guy to tell him the story quietly, he keeps backing up when I step forwards to him maintaining our distance. I say "come closer", then put my hand up to my mouth so that only he can hear, that this ex GF shows up and went walking and came back then this happened. I think what they've done is disabled the alarm system and that they were casing the joint and planning to rob the house in the night. The guy agrees. Sitting at the table, a woman comments about an analogy about sex, what's the point of a little thing rubbing in another place, agreeing that the exGF showing up is suspicious.

      F1) something to do with the workplace

      Memories of dreams of flying over the G's house, but that's usually in the daytime and at low altitude. Decades old dreams.

      06:42 (WBTB long recording) MILD over previous dream's night flight.
      08:51 DILD #5

      2) driving towards the mountains on teh freeways. The freeways were covered and long. I was trying to get to my favorite lake UL. I was on a open topped train, like of nothing but flatcars with nothing on top of them. my feet were barely clearing the objects immediately to the right of the tracks by inches. Very slow moving train. I had a backpack on and shorts and a t shirt and I was going to UL. I thought "what will I do when I get there? I have no camping gear or more clothes, the clothes will get smelly." I guess I have a car and so I can leave and return. I'm standing on the edge of the car barely missing things on the right. I start running along the flatcars to the right, going up and down different levels, my body is light and I'm running very quickly and easily.

      3) arrived in a town with a water park. Bright daytime. Touristy looking location, tons of people. I say "oh I've arrived in XXXX" (some name of city). I didn't expect to be there so sono. I planned to enter the water park and check out the hot chicks in bikinis. Crowds of people were pushing all around me to make their way to the entrance. Some woman was annoyed and said "why are you all pushing!?". MEO. Walking up a short stairway. Go around building to the right then left. Enter the water park, my friend MR is with me. I'm annoyed by his presence that means I can't go girl watching. We enter a restaurant and look for a good table, the tables line the edges of the room only. Look all arond the room. There's a table/booth back to the right by the door. Not the best table but we go there. M sits down, my seat (on the left) is covered with chocolate syrup and a pile of melted ice cream, as is the seat in the next booth to the left. I say "my seat is covered with chocolate syrup!" They clean it. Look at seat, it's clean. I don't sit down.

      F2) a guy is kicking a ball, but he violated regulations by kicking it on protected red Indian ground, he should have started kicking it over the line on the allowed ground. Someone says "you got a XXX (some nonsense word) on your shoe" to the kicking guy.

      4) walking on a road, a tiny chinese girl is walking towards me and crying. Comes up and grabs my leg, I think she's lost. Almost doll sized. I pick her up and comfort her. Walk down road a bit more and find her family's house to the left. Give her back to the parents. Large family. They think that this is a nice man, not all strangers are bad. Continue walking, it's a dead end, I need to get down, trying to see how, have to walk through a garden. Looking at a park fence. I need to choose between the left playground and the right playground. They're both tiny. Bright and clean small park behind the fence. Evertying is made from shiny bright chrome, large chrome tubing. I enter park by unlatching fence, latch is strange plastic thing that pulls up off of the fence. Looking at gate mechanism for a second, it's weird. I go in and close/lock fence behind me. Walk through tiny park, basketball court big enough for 2-3 people to stand, some weird large headed chinese people are playing on this basketball court, I walk through to the road beyond.

      5) leaving a bathroom where I did #2, walking in an indoor hallway outside the bathroom, imagined the smell being in the hallway. Ahead of me where there should be an archway to an intersection of hallways is a solid yellow wall. It's not supposed to be there, it's supposed to be an archway, DC friend tries to walk though the wall but hits his head. I approach the wall and think to myself "There is no wall." And imagine my body parts moving right through the wall. Doesn't work at first, try again. I imagine I just need to keep moving my body parts as if there was no wall, like it's an illusion. I make it through but the resistance is immense, like walking through taffy. Another DC comes through the wall. I say "that wall was really sticky. Really sticky." We turn to right go down hallway to a door, I say "oh, thus must mean I'm dreaming." DC smiles knowingly and he opens the door and heads outside. I follow, I think "ok this guy knows about dreaming and he's going to tell me some things!" He knowingly nods again. I have so many questions I want to ask about so many different things. Daylight outside. Everything is bright and vivid. There were people around, but not too crowded, like an outdoor college campus walking between buildings. We walk slowly, and turn to the left. I think I should stabilize. I reach down to the ground, I look at the texture of the stone/pebbly concrete and run my fingers over it, feeling the bumps. The touch sensation is a bit muted, like 75% of WL. I touch a nearby fence/railing along the side and run my fingers over the fence and feel the shapes. I think OK it's time to look at my hands, I haven't done this in a LD yet. Did hand RC. Hands were BIZARRE. Fingers transforming and pulsing while I look, becoming stumpy and growing long. clumps of mini-hands with gnarled fingers in place of fingers that look like tree roots. I'm fascinated by my hands, and while walking keep looking at them again and again. I notice that everything around, especially DCs, are so bright. Turn to the left again, a building is to the left. "Godzilla hands", twisted a zillion of them I think of my hands. I ask the guy whom I'm following "why is that? Is it some sort of impression I have of myself?" People very bright, very clear. Female DCs around, I purposefully ignore them to concentrate on stability and a long dream. Walk a bit more, turn around and look back behind me. Still looking at hands some more. I feel embarassed about these hands. I wonder if DCs can see the hands the way I see them or if they look normal to them. A female DC is inspecting her hands. Someone asks her if they look weird to her, she at first says no then embarassed says yes.

      Fast transition to wake, "No!" I say. Lying on right side. Spent a minute trying to DEILD back in but decided to record. Length 2-3 minutes.

      09:20 temp 18C
    4. LD: TOTM--Shooting Fireworks out of my Hand

      by , 10-15-2012 at 08:16 PM
      July 4th 2008

      Lucid Dream:

      I was in a new house that was supposed to be in Flagstaff AZ. A lot of things happen here, but one thing that I remember is suddenly worrying that I have never watered my front lawn yet, and I was so worried that it would be dead. I went outside to look and find that it is very green and nice. While I am out there, the sprinklers go on. and I'm greatful that they are automatic and that that's what kept the grass alive.

      At some point in the dream I gradually become aware that I am dreaming. This is not a sudden thing. I almost don't do anything about it. But then I realize what this means. I think of all the possibiliteis of what I could do.

      The first thing I decide that I want to do is to finally try the hand RC...while in a dream. I have always done this in real life and never in a dream. So at this point I feel that it would be wise to actually try this out while in a dream so I know the difference of how this feels when I do this awake and when I do it in a dream.

      I point the finger on my right hand and press it into the palm of my left hand. At first there seems to be no difference between this and when I do it IRL. Then I look at the back of my left hand. I can see a place start bulging out where I am pressing my finger. I press harder. The skin on the back on my left hand turns white as it it now sticking out about an inch. I wonder if I can actually get it to break the skin. I push harder. Finally my finger appears and I can see the details of my fingernail. There is no pain, only the feeling of pressure.

      I pull it back out and do it again. The results are similar, but it breaks through the skin faster this time. By the third time the finger comes through fairly quickly. At this point I'm satisflied and feel that I know what the finger RC feels like now.

      I then decide I want to try the DV Task of the Month. I try to remember what it is. Then I remember. It has something to do with eating pizza. I look around. I'm still in the kitchen. I open the fridge and see a frozen pizza. I pull out the box and open it. Since it was in the fridge and not the freezer, it's very soft and tears easily. As I hold the cold piece of pizza, I notice that in my other hand I have a slice of hot pizza. I first take a bite of the hot pizza. I enjoy the taste and then decide to compare flavors. I then take a bite of the cold pizza. It has a different pizza flavor, but it still good in spite of being cold.

      As I am chewing, I suddenly have doubts that this was the Task. I then remember that someone had used eating pizza as an example task (not true IRL). So I tried to think again about what the real task was. Finally it comes to me. I'm supposed to shoot fireworks out of my hand. I look out the door. It's daylight outside. Since I'm indoors, I decide that I will just stay there and give it a try.

      I look down at my right hand as I point my first finger out towards that other side of the room. I wonder how hard this will be. I concentrate. At first nothing happens, and I'm disappointed that I'm not able to do this. But then I think about all the other things that I have been able to do in LDs and I gain confidence. I point my finger out again and concentrate. Finally a spray of sparks comes out of the end of my finger. The sparks look a lot like the kind that come out of the fountain fireworks you buy at the fireworks stands. The colors are mostly red and gold. They shoot out in a jet all the way across the room.

      I stop and try it again. Another stream of lights comes out from my fingertip. I notice as I do it that my finger tip is getting hot, but not so hot that I'm in pain, but the sensation of heat was very real. I look at my fingertip and notice that my fingernail is glowing red from the heat.

      I don't remember what happens after this point. I think I have a FA and try to write it down. Finally I wake up for real and write down notes.


      Here is a picture I took on the 4th that looked like the firework I shot out of my finger--except the colors were different. This is turned on its side to look like it did in the dream.


    5. #156. The Demon Boy

      by , 09-27-2010 at 05:33 AM (Things to Run Away From Really Fast)
      ★★★☆☆

      LUCID

      If my hair keeps changing colour in the pictures, it's because that's what it tends to do IRL.

      09/26/10

      Fragment about going to my (late) grandma's church for a Halloween party. There were some really cool decorations. A distinct lack of alcohol, however.

      I'm in the front entrance to our house. Everything seems normal, and I do a routine reality check just because. I count my fingers. Onetwothreefour... new ones start sprouting. Well, that's weird. It's almost like I'm dreaming or something.

      I try again, and I get to seven before I give up. Obviously I am dreaming. So... Nomad's task. I need to get to a forest. I jump out the nearest window into the front yard. My brother is there, hanging out with a DC from the Halloween party. Definitely dreaming, then, and whoa...

      The dream is destabilizing. The entire world tilts on its axis, and white lines start running parallel to every object in the scene, as they do in Assassin's Creed. I stop to take a breath, keeping my eyes open, and I start touching the objects around me. I kneel down and touch the grass, the concrete driveway, a metal railing, and I'm back.

      I decide that the best way to get there is to run in a straight line. There's a forest directly to the south, I convince myself. I cross the street at a run, hit the wall with one foot, and leap onto the brown-shingled roof.

      I don't stop. From the first house, I jump onto the roof of the next. Keep moving. I land on some kind of antennae, and the structure sways dangerously as I make the jump to the next structure.

      I'm on a scaffold. The next building - a warehouse - is an impossible distance away, several feet higher than the platform I'm jumping from, and twenty feet away. I jump the gap, and I'm suspended in the air.

      I pull at my momentum, bending the dream to allow me a few more meters in height - and I grasp the edge of the roof. I pull myself up near the chimney. On the other side of the warehouse is a big camping tent set up in someone's backyard. I jump. I land on the tent, and it cushions my fall, billowing out around me. My vision is filled with yellow and red, and I think hard, imagining the demon boy I'm supposed to rescue, and the dark thing that's after him...


      The forest is oppressively quiet. I can smell the pine, feel the hot mugginess created by a recent rain. Fully immersed in my character, I stand in the center of a huge clearing, waiting.

      A flash of red goes zooming by. I've found Nomad's demon boy. I'm slightly disappointed. I was hoping I could use this opportunity to discover Amon's origin (a DC I've apparently mentored throughout his life). Instead, it's just a regular demon.

      He's being chased by a wolf. I recognize the creature as an entity from my childhood nightmares. It's back, and I'll have to deal with that eventually. For now, I allow the demon child to distract it.

      I spot a piece of paper on the ground near a pond. Picking it up, I skim the text. Instructions from Nomad on what to do next.

      Did you save the demon boy? Y/N

      I look up across the clearing. The demon is running as fast as he can, frantically trying to get away from my nightmare creature. The wolf is gleefully giving chase. I'm not sure whether he's actually any danger, or if he's just toying with the demon. Either way, I have no interest in rescuing the child.

      Did you propose to the barmaid? Y/N

      I look at the paper, and blink. And blink again. No, WakingNomad, I did not propose to the barmaid. Although, I should pay a visit to Denn sometime in the near future.

      Scare Factor: 3

      Also, this result amused me.

      Updated 11-10-2014 at 01:37 AM by 31096

      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    6. #153. Thai Food

      by , 09-23-2010 at 05:31 AM (Things to Run Away From Really Fast)
      09/22/10

      One gigantic funeral/conspiracy dream I don't remember. Moving on.



      I think I'd been dreaming about dolls. There was, of course, something entirely creepy about them. Also, dog trainers, road trips, and friends of Zoe.

      I'm walking down a short flight of carpeted steps, into the entrance hallway of a house somewhere. My foot hits the bottom step, and Oh, I think. I'm dreaming.

      Reality check. I need to get back into the habit. Finger count: six.

      I'mlucidI'mlucidI'mlucid, I repeat to myself, concentrating. What did I want to do, again?

      Oh yeah. "Do nothing."

      I sit down on the light grey carpet and place my hands palms up over my knees. I take a deep breath, and close my eyes briefly.

      Everything turns a swirly grey. Alarmed, thinking I'm going to lose the dream, I open my eyes and begin touching all the surfaces in the room. Carpet, wooden bench, painted walls.

      I feel that the dream is secured, and walk out through a screen door. The screen door pulls around me, warping, and I push through it.

      I find myself at the entrance to a meeting place. A gym, or something. Apparently, it's for members of Nomad's shared dreaming class.

      I introduce myself as "Sam", and chat with some of the other students. One girl's avatar or userpic was very pink. We ended up making out on a couch.


      I'm losing lucidity, and I don't notice. One of the students is an old friend of mine, who died a couple years ago. Elaine sits beside me and whispers something in my ear.

      I'm hungry. We're sitting in a cafeteria, and I have to get back to class soon. I want some vegetarian food, but the Thai place is closed, and the sushi place doesn't have anything without fish in it. Someone brings a Saskatoon Berry Pie from the restaurant next door.

      Scare Factor: 2/10
      Rating: 3/10
    7. #137. RC Fails

      by , 09-02-2010 at 07:51 PM (Things to Run Away From Really Fast)
      09/02/10



      I pull myself out of bed, even though I really don't want to. I'm tired, and miserable, and everything's just a bit blurry. I drag myself into the kitchen and sit down, staring into space. Really, this whole thing seems a little... off.

      I hold up my right hand. "Two, three, four, five, six." Seems normal. My hands are leaving little motion paths behind them, just like they would in a dream. I dismiss the phenomenon, though. The paths aren't distinct enough to really be noticeable.

      Never mind that I'm sitting in the back-room kitchen of the motel my grandparents used to own. Never mind the fact that my grandma sold this place years ago.

      I feel shadows forming in the corners of my mind, indicating traces of worm-like creatures on the verge of existence in the other room. I go still. If this was a dream, I could deliberately induce a nightmare. That would be fun.

      Maybe I am dreaming. I'm standing behind the glass doors to the patio, looking out over the lawn and the pine trees planted around the perimeter. There's a bunch of things I could be doing if this was a dream.

      I hold up my left wrist and bite down on the skin there. I catalogue my reactions. No pain, which doesn't strike me as strange, not really, because I can feel my teeth and lips on the skin there.

      I'm tired.

      End recall.

      Scare Factor: 1/10
      Rating: 3/10

      Updated 09-02-2010 at 10:22 PM by 31096

      Categories
      non-lucid , false awakening
    8. #97. Telephone, Take 2

      by , 07-02-2010 at 08:40 PM (Things to Run Away From Really Fast)
      Friday, July 2, 2010

      Teleporting is hard.

      I'm standing by a river. The sky is bright blue, and the dry grass is long and yellow. I'm looking up at the sky, staring at an illusion that's some kind of sculpture, a clue into my quest during this dream. (This was a long and meandering dream, but I don't remember most of it.

      I'm the producer for a play. It's going well, but during the middle of it, Harley Quinn and the Joker show up and start dancing. The crowd cheers, and I'm not sure if this is part of the play or if the characters actually showed up.

      "Write as if it was my plan all along." - written in journal

      There's a parkour club in Quickton. I tag along.

      ---

      I'm Harry Potter, fighting Voldemort. He sends me into an alternate dimension, and I have to get back to my friends. There are death eaters in the buildings around us, raining down stunning spells as if they're snipers. "If you get hit seven times, you're dead," says my companion. I deliberately get hit by stunning spells, counting, and they send me back to the previous dream.

      The windows are leaking. We have to stop it because the magic could get in. We're holding the building against Voldemort, but it's going to be destroyed soon anyway, so we do a quick job. Hermione staples stucco wire under the windows, and I use an air nailer to keep the frame in place. The way that I'm holding it in the dream would probably break my hand IWL.

      I'm either Harry or Voldemort, fighting the other one. "Expelliarmus! Expelliarmus! Expelliarmus!" I shout, matching the other character spell for spell, effectively blocking them. I realize I'm probably Voldemort. "Avada Kedavra!" Seriously, these spells are kind of hard to remember.

      ---

      One of Ben's friends, a guy my age, is pissed because I just told him off for something. He throws a few punches my way, but always misses. He attacks me in earnest, throwing punches hard and fast. I block them easily, redirecting them in circles. One punch hits me, but I barely feel it. The guy is getting more and more frustrated.

      Finally, my brother pulls him off me, and we go rob a grocery store.

      ---

      FA. I wake up in a house that resembles my rental in Squamish. Ben and my cousin Reg are in the basement. I look at my right hand and count my fingers. They're blurry, and my fourth and fifth fingers keep fading into one another. Weird. This doesn't feel like a dream. I try to remember a more dependable RC, and pinch my nose. I can still breathe, but shouldn't I be able to anyway? No, wait. I have my mouth closed. I really am dreaming. I wonder if the boys are gonna go all nightmarish on me.

      I think back to my lucid goals. 1) Talk to a DC on a phone. 2) Find Hazel. 3) Teleport. I go to pick up the landline, but change my mind and grab my cell phone beside my bed. I call someone; I don't remember who. I talk to them and hang up. I type into my contacts for Hazel, but the number isn't there. I phone information, ask for Hazel. The woman on the other end tells me crabbily that there are a lot of Hazels in the world, which one do I want?

      "The one from DreamViews, obviously."

      "This number is not in service."

      It's night outside. My mom is sitting in the car, apparently waiting for Ben. She has some weird emo-style haircut, and I'd be more weirded out if I didn't know this was a dream. I use telekinesis to lift up the fringe over her eye, checking for zombieness. Obviously, I'm not completely lucid. Ben leaves the house, catches a ride with my mom.

      Reg is still here. I have my hand outstretched, focusing on wherever Hazel might be. I'm trying to draw myself there so I can teleport. I turn around briefly.

      "How do I teleport?" I ask the DC.

      "How the hell should I know?" asks Reg. He pauses and sighs, "Just... stay like that for a while. Until you wake up."

      "Or it works?"

      "Like hell."

      The dream starts fading into different solid colours, and I wake up back in the Squamish-room.

      I hand check again. Most of my fingers are missing. I pinch my nose. Still dreaming.

      I go outside and there are a bunch of dogs on the porch. There are also a bunch of people talking about their pets.


      Telephone, Take 2. Scare Factor: 2.

      Updated 07-03-2010 at 10:16 AM by 31096

      Categories
      lucid
    9. #91. Sensei

      by , 06-26-2010 at 10:39 PM (Things to Run Away From Really Fast)
      Friday, June 25, 2010

      Apparently, psychopaths are drawn to the martial arts.

      I'm in the middle of a karate class. I don't know the instructor, and I think I'm new to this dojo. The students are preparing for an upcoming tournament, concentrating especially on their kata. One man is leading a bunch of other students in a kata, but I notice that he moves with a limp.

      The head sensei, an old man, shows up beside me. He explains that it was he himself who crippled the other man. You see, he explains to me, this man was my student at the time. Apparently, the other man was using what he learned in martial arts to abuse women he was in relationships with over the years, and the head sensei put a stop to it. The other man's punishment was that he would no longer be able to reach his full potential as a martial artist.

      I'm talking with some of the other students, when I remember I have to check something. I sit down on the grass with my laptop. Firefox is already open, and I start to type something. Or maybe I'm clicking the Stumble button, I don't really remember.



      A girl from high school shows up and sits on my lap, taking the computer. I look over her shoulder as she types something in.

      I'm playing a video game that's a cross between Saint's Row 2 and Assassin's Creed 2. Why all the sequels?

      I tell my brother about a bug in the game. I load my save game and see my character collapse and die. The game reloads, in a different place. I collapse and die. Cue loading screens to a bunch of different characters and places. Collapse and die, collapse and die, collapse and die.

      Finally, we see a cutscene. An old woman is the queen of the land; she's bedridden and giving orders to messengers. Apparently, she was my character's mom at one point, only I keep dying and getting reincarnated, so I've been missing for the last thirty years.

      "Change in next music and chocolate."

      ...what?

      Lucid moment. I look at my right hand and notice that the three little fingers are bent, but it feels like two of them are, and the other three are extended. Wait a minute. I glance up and look around, but the dream is already over.


      Sensei. Scare Factor: 2.

      Updated 06-26-2010 at 10:42 PM by 31096

      Categories
      lucid , dream fragment
    10. #86. Plastic Surgery

      by , 06-22-2010 at 07:51 PM (Things to Run Away From Really Fast)
      In which insane and bloody doctors offer to change my appearance.

      I'm picking up floor joists by myself and placing them in a third layer over the existing ones.

      "What are you doing?" asks my dad.

      I set down the thirty-foot piece of wood and gesture like it should be obvious.

      "We already did that," says Dad, "We don't need any more."

      I look down, and realize that he's right. Oh.

      ---

      I'm driving around Quickton, driving around all the cars that are parked haphazardly in the middle of the road. Did I mention that DCs aren't allowed to drive anymore?

      ---



      I'm wandering around Ixburg. It's night, and my surroundings feel very real. I look at my hand anyway, count my fingers. I count five, but my pinky finger is just a stub, and I know that I'm dreaming.

      I go through my mental list of lucid goals, and decide that I'll try to find Hazel. Only, I know exactly how this phase of the dream usually works out, so I decide to send her a message instead.

      I pull out my cell phone and send a text, asking where she is. I immediately get a reply. I put the phone to my ear and hear a female voice telling me that she's at the zoo. I tell her to stay there; I'll try to come find her.

      "I'm lucid, I'm lucid." I mutter to myself, going over to the church doors that I'm standing near. I pull them open, thinking, Lions and tigers and bears...

      I see a faint blue light, but when I step inside, I'm still in Ixburg. I sigh. Obviously I'm going to have to work on that "power of belief" thing. Whatever, the door thing has never worked for me.

      I'm standing by a mirror and idly playing with my appearance, going for "more masculine" and "more feminine", back and forth, changing faces at random. My skin is starting to feel stretched too tight, though, and I step back from the mirror.

      A scalpel slices across my cheek, drawing blood. The girl holding it dances back, twirling happily around the room. I watch, unconcerned, as she and another, identical, girl come up to me and place their arms over my shoulders.

      I don't remember exactly what they say, but the consensus is that my shapeshifting abilities leave something to be desired. Amused, I allow myself to be led over to the bed and handcuffed to the headboard. The twins step back and make a grand gesture toward the door.

      An older woman appears, seemingly armed to the teeth with surgical tools. "I can help you gain any appearance you wish," she says.

      "What," I say, taunting, "No anesthesia?"

      "It's a dream. You don't need it."

      I pause for a second, and seriously consider the offer. "Nah," I say, freeing myself from the handcuffs with a thought. "I got this."

      The woman shrugs and disappears.

      I stand up and walk over to the closets that are in the room, looking for a grey suit. I don't know why I'm looking for a grey suit, I just feel like wearing one. I try to make one appear in the one of the two closets, but fine-tuned dream control isn't my forte. I'm better at the "mass slaughter" kind of thing.

      The twins continue to try to be helpful, but I ignore them.

      I go over to the wall and stretch out a hand. I'm trying to dissolve the dream, reach through the Void, and pull up a new location. I see spots where my hands are, and I think it's working. I reach forward - my hand bumps off of a very real, very solid feeling wall. I try again. It's not working.

      I wake up.


      Like a Surgeon. Scare Factor: 2.

      Updated 06-25-2010 at 09:56 AM by 31096

      Categories
      lucid , dream fragment
    11. #71. Spiral Staircases

      by , 06-14-2010 at 07:46 AM (Things to Run Away From Really Fast)
      I'm running up an underground staircase. I had the route planned out ahead of time, parkour sequences that he won't be able to duplicate. I've run through the attic of a school and into this place, a spiralling staircase with nothing but a thirty-story fall down the center.

      I get to level ground, and something feels off. I look at my hand. It's clawed, and pale-white, and moving on its own. I watch with sick fascination as the fingers move in impossible patterns, until I tear my gaze deliberately away, trying not to get more freaked out.

      When I look behind me, nothing is following. I look down the staircase and wonder what would happen if I -

      I jump.

      I feel the sick thrill of falling for a few seconds, before I reach out and catch myself in a web of orange and yellow, meters from the stone floor. I float in mid-air, close my eyes in contentment, and
      wake up.

      Spiral Staircases. Scare Factor: 5.
      Categories
      lucid
    12. #44. Girlfriends, Dead People

      by , 06-14-2010 at 06:33 AM (Things to Run Away From Really Fast)
      I'm in a familiar place, messing with the controls on a high-tech piece of equipment (possibly the Stargate). My partner is a girl named Susan.

      The building is a small house with fake-wooden paneling on the walls. There's old and worn furniture scattered throughout, mismatched and comfortable. There are a huge number of people in the house, milling about and chatting, but the atmosphere is mournful. Apparently this is a funeral or a wake.

      I'm trailing beside Susan as she moves through the room talking to people. Suddenly, she half collapses, sobbing. I turn to our boss and tell him I'll take her away from the crowd.

      I tell Susan that we're going into the lounge. I support her weight as we walk into the room and I have a strong feeling of familiarity with the location. I help her over to a couch and she lies down. I go over to sit on a recliner.

      When I look up, I see that Susan has come to stand beside my chair. She asks if she can sit with me. I move over, and she sits down with me. I imagine the chair laying back and the footrest coming up. Susan and I lay down together, and I drift off to sleep.


      I wake up, curled on my side in the chair. Susan is gone. I get up and pad through the living room that was full of people last night. I pop into my head into the den, and ask my dad (who's watching TV) where Susan is. He says she's probably sleeping in one of the bedrooms.

      I stare at all of the people in the room, whose faces I can't really see. I notice that some of the people seem to be disembodied heads under various blankets all over the room. I dismiss the phenomenon as being normal for a dream, and go to find Susan.

      Susan is, in fact, sleeping in one of the bedrooms. I close the door quietly, trying not to wake her.


      When I step away from the door, I decide it's time to double-check my suspicions. I do a hand RC for the first time in a dream, staring at my left hand until the fingers move separately from my will and thick red blood begins to foam over the knuckles of my ring and middle fingers.

      I'm somewhat disturbed, but I decide it doesn't really matter. I look at the digital clock on a VCR, which reads 1:45 PM. I decide that the time isn't unreasonable, since it was around 11:00 AM when I last woke up, and I had time to sleep in today.* I will the time on the clock to change, and it flickers. I repeat the hand RC.

      I stretch out a hand in front of me, willing open a portal to a skyscraper. Instead of a portal opening in front of me, the door across the room to my left opens with a bang, letting the bright morning sunlight stream into the room.

      I step out of the house and look around. There are mountains surrounding the town. The mountain I can see between buildings is a sloping, tree covered hill, and I'm happy to be on the mountainous west coast. The buildings are probably a couple centuries old. The church I can see has a spire reaching up toward the blue sky.



      St. Paul's Church, the oldest building in Halifax, NS.

      I repeat the hand RC, hoping to extend the dream. The ring finger on my right hand is missing, but when I look closer, I realize it's still there. The light seems to bend around it so that it's just barely visible, like the non-existent puddles on the highway in the middle of the summer.

      There's nothing resembling a skyscraper nearby, so I throw open a few doors, hoping for a portal to a bigger city. I go through one, into brighter light, but I'm still more or less in the same place.

      I'm just outside of town, looking at a delapitated building. There are no doors that don't have shelving inside, so I focus on the people who are there. Selina, a girl I graduated with, and an old man who looks kinda like one of my art school professors (Mike) are the only characters who don't fade into the background. They're picking things up, working on repairs to the heritage site.



      Mike and Selina greet me, and ask what I'm planning to do. Mike says that if I'm planning to go into the woods, I should avoid making deals with the beings there. They can offer a lot, so it's a hard temptation to resist - the creatures could bring back any of my relatives from the dead.

      I wryly assure him that I've had a similar dream before, where someone warned me not to bring back the original Elaine. By this point, I'm well aware that anyone I try to bring to life will come back wrong.

      Mike is wistful, saying that if they would come back right, all of us would be willing to live without our souls, and to hell with the consequences.

      I remember to do another hand RC, but I'm waking up. Everything fades
      and when I wake up, I already have my eyes open. I do another digital-clock RC, but I'm really awake this time.

      Girlfriends, Dead People. Scare Factor: 2.

      *It was around 12:45 PM when I actually woke up.[/QUOTE]