Thread: My Dreams

1/2/09

I woke up in a car with my family, and my Mom happens to be driving. She explained about this nuclear war that was going to take place, and we had to take shelter somewhere. We stopped at this beach house, and went inside. Before we could say anything, a Nuclear bomb went off, and killed me. I felt no pain, I just felt like I was tumbling down a steep hill. Instead of just waking up, I just transitioned into another dream with the same general plot. I started out descending into this huge metropolis. When I reached the ground, I entered a nearby building. The interior of this building was completely white, and oddly enough, had no corners. I pressed a button, and dark blue water just swirled around me. It was sort of like a giant urinal. . I was freaked out, so I booked it out of there. The dream transitioned to a beach setting, where we were selecting a sort of water vehicle, to escape the blast radius of the next bomb to go off. We were too slow, because whoever we were at war with called an airstrike, and killed us again. (I am sick of dying. Sick of it!)

1/6/09

"My first recorded Lucid dream."

My dream started on a speedboat, going over insane rapids. The weird thing is, the river is a lot like a ski slope, and it keeps on looping. Eventually, I realize this, and I call for a "tourist submarine." I get in the thing, there is a big window in the front of the Sub, which is ironic, because the water was too murky to see through. The sub stopped at these ancient ruins, which was presumably a tourist attraction. I temporarily transitioned into a ski slope. I looked at the lowest and least steep trail. I decided it would be a good trail to get my ski legs back on. (I haven't skied in two years) As I went up the lift, I noticed the trail get longer, steeper, and higher. When I got off of the lift, I was at the summit. I took one run down, which I fell on. When I reached the bottom, I somehow teleported myself back to the ruins. On return, my submarine was gone. Then there was a fat guy pretending to be a walrus. My family arrived on a boat, but it crashed on arrival. So we had to walk home on the coast, but once we made it halfway there, the scene transitioned, and I was at my house. I don't know what triggered it, but I suddenly became aware that I was dreaming. I told my family, "Shut up for a second, I think that I'm dreaming." So I did a hand reality check, and the color of my hand was bright blue. I didn't show it, but I was amazed at how real all of this felt. It was like I was in a parallel dimension within my brain. I was estastic! I got a bit too excited, and the dream began to fade. I then tried rubbing my hands together, and all the detail returned. I soon left the house, and tried moving clouds. I could move them, but that was too easy. I pulled in some clouds from a distance, bunched them all together, and made a small, but very dark storm cloud. I pulled in some more clouds, and created a miniature hurricane. I started to get scared, so I just threw the hurricane out onto the horizon, using telekinesis. In doing this, I accidently sorta, bent the landscape. It didn't mess anything up, it just stretched it out like a rubber band. I didn't intend to do this, it was an accident. I suddenly found myself in an unfamiliar plaza. I tried to do the landscape bending thing again, and was successful. I walked over to a back alley, and since I stretched out the landscape, it was longer, darker, and more nightmarish. I didn't wan't this dream to turn into a nightmare, so I just took the door next to me. I was inside a sort of Irish pub, that was distorted from my reality, or well, landscape bending. Without warning, I heard a loud beeping noise. It was my alarm clock! I then woke up.

Date unknown
I don't remember much of this dream, only key points.
The dream started in a parking lot. I heard these people talking, and I thought their voices were me talking. I was in my dentist's office at one point, and I looked for a radio. I found two radios, and they looked like Mac computers. I don't remember what point in the dream this was, but I became lucid for like, two seconds.

Here's my most recent dream, I only remember the lucid parts:

I was walking toward this large van, so I could get a ride back to my house, when I felt an odd feeling, like something wasn't right. So I did a reality check (the one where you try to breathe with your nose plugged) And whaddya know, I was dreaming!I got in the van anyways, just to get a feel for the dream world. I got in the front seat, looked beside me, and for some reason, my Baby sister was driving the car. I looked away, and I made myself beleive that my cousin was driving the car. (No, he is not a baby.) And when I looked back, there he was, driving the van. When I got home, there was a bag of nachos on the table. I was curious because I have never eaten food in a dream before. I reached inside, pulled one out, and to my surprise, it tasted like nachos. I was amazed at how real they tasted, and that they tasted like anything at all. I decided that I had spent enough time getting a feel for this dream, and I was going to do something awesome. I went outside, looked at the road ahead of me, and I tried to fly. I got a running start, jumped as high as I could, and I got pretty high up, but then I just fell down again. Annoyed, I went and did something else. The street ahead of me was pretty busy, so I went and played in traffic. I positioned myself right ahead of an oncoming truck, put my arms in front of me, and I stopped the truck right in its path when it hit me. When I got back to the sidewalk, this guy walked up to me and tried to beat me with a plank of wood. I just laughed at him for even trying. I blocked the wood with my elbow and almost at the same time, punched him square in the face! But then his friend showed up, I got caught up in the brawl we had, and I lost my lucidity. After that, I just woke up.

I really need some tips on flying. I need some help with that.

My recall dry spell is over!


My first dream started with me walking into a huge fortress like structure. I was very tall, and very menacing. A DC approached me and said something along the lines of, "I'm better than you unless you jump off of this building." He pointed to an elevator near him, and I stepped in. This was the kind of elevator which actually had windows, so as I went up, I saw a load of empty offices. When I got to the roof, I saw my friend J. I asked, "Does anyone even work in this building?'' He replied, "Yes, ten people actually." And then we proceeded to jump off of the building. Instead of just plummetting to the ground, we just floated gently to the ground. I landed in a back alley, but J was gone. I saw this small, yet horribly mutilated creature on the rooftop. It saw me, jumped on me, and pinned me to the ground. I thought the words, fear. It suddenly ignited, then I thought the words, beyond fear. Then it cooled off, revealing its real face, then it let out a cry more horrific than anything you have ever heard! It was really, really insane. Fortunately, the dream transitioned into something less... terrifying.

My next dream started in a place where we raced... bees with...cereal. I don't understand either. Anyways, we would try to get through this obstacle course in a forest with a handful of cereal in our pockets. While we ran through the forest, the bees would try to steal our cereal. Anyways, the dream then transitioned.

This one started in Portland. I don't know what triggered it, but I was a low level of lucidity at that point. Even so, I did a reality check, which brought up my lucidity level a lot. I remembered that I wanted to work on flying in a dream. I told myself constantly, "There is no spoon, there is no spoon." I looked up, put my hands in front of me, and jumped. I got really high up, but I couldn't seem to actually fly. I decided to try something that was still awesome, but not as hard. I decided to run down the street as fast as possible. I think I made it down the street in about 3 seconds! When I stopped, I accidentally lost my balance and tripped. But I didn't fall down, I sort of... fell up. Like I just started floating randomly. I was very happy that I was aware enough to fly. I looked down, and I saw my dad looking up at me, he had this expression on his face like, "What the hell?" After I looked away, I just woke up.

So it started in this insane, no, weird apocalyptic scenario. I don't know how it happened, but half of the world was this insane, hellish, unstable, volcanic landscape, but the other half, (the one I was on) was just fine. Like, just completely okay. Instead of relief, I felt this massive sadness. Billions of people had just died! I was in a classroom, looking at this globe. A teacher of some sort was showing the safe and unsafe portions of the planet. He explained that this calamity had come down from outer space, but fortunately, was just a thin crust filled with magma. When it hit the earth, half of the earth was not destroyed, or blown up, it was merely covered in this magma. Everyone on the southern half of the earth was slowly burned to death, knee deep in molten lava. It didn't explode, it just sort of, spilled on to the earth. Anyways, the scene transitioned, and I was walking down my street. I was completely miserable. I thought to myself, "This can't be happening, how could something THIS bad ever happen to the planet?" "All those poor people are dead!" Now the lucidity kicked in a little oddly, this time. It happened when I said this; "This... this is the sort of thing that happens in a dream! But this real. Wait a second, is it?" I did a reality check, and concluded that I was dreaming. I felt releived that none of this was really happening. I looked around, and everything looked, and felt so real. I somehow ended up in a gymnasium. I saw a lot of people there, and I decided that I'd mess with a few of them. I told one of them that they were a dream character. They looked at me like, "Are you crazy?" I tried flying, but the room was too small, and I still need to work on dream control, so I couldn't. After that, I woke up.