ElizaLS
Dream Marveler

It's been a while since I've updated this (over a year), and I've just recently gotten back into lucid dreaming, so it's as good a time to write an entry as any.

I'm in a house, when I realize I'm dreaming and run outside. I'm in some sort of a town at sunset, and it's very beautiful, and so my first instinct is to leap up and try to fly. It doesn't work very well the first time, so I try again and get a little higher, and by the third time, I'm jumping higher than some of the buildings. The whole thing is very vivid, and I hang in the air for a little while, extremely happy. There's some sort of clock tower-like building near me, and I turn around upon seeing it and notice a large, scenic-looking lavender mountain wreathed in mist. I don't know why, but my first thought is that there must be cats on that mountain. I become determined to climb it.

The dream skips a bit, and I'm back at the house. It's still sunset, so not much time must have passed. I lose most of my lucidity at this point, or at least I'm not acting on it, but I still remember the mountain, and conveniently, the house is right next to it. The backyard of the house leads into a patch of sparse woods, which leads to the base of the mountain. I look over at the mountain, and, confirming my suspicions, notice multiple all-white cats crawling on it. Now even more set on climbing it, I begin plotting to do so, but I am first stopped by my family's former housekeeper in real life, Tricia (who, sadly, passed away from heart complications almost exactly a year ago), who tells me I need to eat dinner. She tosses a crepe into a pan next to another crepe that's almost done, and I wait a few seconds, and for some reason, I take the less-done crepe and start walking around, looking for something to fill it with. I remember thinking that I would be willing to eat it plain if it got me to the mountain faster, but I know that Tricia is going to make me fill it with something. I forget exactly what I filled it with, but I do remember sticking a large hunk of chicken in it. Immediately, I run outside, and begin climbing the mountain, but it has become a banister with a cellphone at the bottom.

There was also one point in the dream where I was slipping on the outside of a hockey rink, not on the actual ice, and I was embarrassed.

I was at a camp called McKeever, and we were going into the dining hall. Something prompted me to do an RC, and I did, disbelieving that I was dreaming, but I thought my nose was open the first time. Then it did work, and I ran inside the dining hall and attempted to put myself through a wall. It didn’t work. I tried to put my finger through the wall, and it broke it (not my finger). The McKeever staff got mad because of this, and they sent out people to kill us. I almost woke up here, but I rubbed my hands together and didn’t. Us and some other teacher ran up a trail, but she saw the evil people there and ran us up another, but they were there, too. So she muttered something and said for us to go off in different directions. I was scared, because there were hooded evil people everywhere. So I ran up to one and yelled, “You’re not real!” The thing seemed unfazed. I repeated it, and had the same unpleasing result. Finally, I pointed at it and screamed, “Your hand is… broken!” The thing hung its head and began to cry.

My dream:
I was eating cornflakes standing up. I kept seeing bugs, like large moths, in it. End of story.

Well now, another lucid.


Oct. 25, 2011
I was following the dream plot for a while. I was on a school trip with some random people, and some others were trying to kill us. I don't remember much of that bit, except the place we were staying was all brown, and I wanted to wake up at one point. But then, I decided to take control of my dream, since I was, after all, lucid. I dove out a window headfirst and floated/glided to the ground, where I tumbled around and emerged muddy. I laughed, got up, and rubbed my hands together. They felt amazingly realistic- dusty and smooth. I marveled at how real everything looked. I was in someone’s garden. Then I leapt up and floated for another moment, and came upon a street sign leading into a brambly path saying “East End Avenue.” So I went in and ran, trying to bend air as I went and failing-ish. I followed the path all the way behind someone’s house, and they saw me. I tried to casually walk back, and they walked past me, and I said “Sorry about that, I was just-“ to a teenage boy, but he ignored me. Someone (there was a basketball court near their house) then commented, “I wish it wasn’t raining,” because it was drizzling, so I yelled, “Make it stop raining!” Unfortunately, it began pouring. I giggled and saw a bush with oranges that were slightly green, and I yelled, “Look! Real California oranges!” even though I wasn’t in California. Then I woke up.

Oct. 22, 2011-
I was on a virtual pet site called Chicken Smoothie (it's real) with my friend Abby, and we were looking at possible Halloween adoptables on my desktop computer. One of them was something from an anime Abby liked. It was basically a matrix of pink squares with mold-like stuff on them. Under it, it said that you could grow a house and pets on it. Then Abby went over to my sister’s laptop, which was on a desk and connected to a monitor, and turned it on. I told her she wouldn’t be able to log in, but she did, and there was a Word document on it where she was frantically typing something in.
Then I woke up and realized that laptops are not connected to monitors.