Somniloquent G

Finally lucid!!!!!! :banana:

[INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"]12.01.2011[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT]
[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]1/12/11 - 12[/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"](DILD)[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"]NON-DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#1E90FF"]DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#DC143C"]LUCID[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR="#808080"][/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]1) It's night and I'm near X Street. I'm walking across the lawn of the house next to NC's old house and I begin to walk down the driveway. Wait, this must be a dream! [/COLOR][COLOR="#DC143C"]I'm lucid! I can't panic, I don't want this one to end right away like all my other ones! I need to rub my hands together and spin. I remember reading a Wikipedia article that said 96% of people can stay in their lucids longer if they rub their hands together The test was conducted by Stephen LaBerge, who's the most credible source in the field, so I'm going to try that. I rub my hands together while spinning and I actually don't wake up!! This is great; I'm finally in a lucid! I remember that I can't be too excited, or else I'd wake up.

I feel pretty calm and turn around to look at the road. There are lots of people walking down the sidewalk on the other side of the street, despite it beign night. They're kind of hunched over and are walking at a rather rapid pace. I want to kill them. Since this is a dream, I should be able to think them dead and they should die right there. I imagine them withering and falling to the ground, but they don't. They simply walk by and I try remotely killing another group, but this attempt is also unsuccessful. I look to my left and FH is there, presumably trying to attack me, but I don't really know. She's only about a foot away from me, so hopefully I'll be able to kill her because of the shorter distance. I flex my muscles and wish her dead, but she remains standing. In a desperate attempt to halt this menace before me, I try to freeze her, hoping that she'll be locked immovably in a block of ice for eternity. However, this fails as well. Discouraged, I walk back towards the driveway and begin to feel the dream fading away. I rub my hands again and can feel the friction, [/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]but I've woken up and the dream is now over. [/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"](Not really, but I think it's over.)

[/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]2)[/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"] False awakening from 1. [/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]I'm in the kitchen checking my phone, and I see that I have a text from my mother telling me good luck on my LD. I'm somewhat alarmed, as my mother shouldn't know about LDing!! I've been trying to keep it a secret from her. Oh well, it's not a big deal. The tone in the text sounds positive and she doesn't seem mad; by using the abbreviation "LD," she probably has at least a cursory knowledge of the subject.

3) I'm on a bus. DS's mom makes him come over to play with me. I realize that must be pretty embarrassing for him, but I realize it's not his fault, it's his mother's. He walks up to me and says, "BINGO!" He pulls out a game that's apparently called BINGO. He gives me a purple Skittle and tells me to eat it. I do, and he tells me the point of the game is that we both eat Skittles and then we have to guess how many are left in the other person's mouth. We have to try to swallow some without the other person noticing.

4) I'm in a store with JF. There are small glass items on shelves. JF and I talk, and AG and/or dad might have been there too.

5) I'm reading the newspaper in the kitchen. My parents are showing me an article? and they tell me that I'm looking through yesterday's paper. No wonder it looked so familiar! I pick up the one under it and begin searching through it for the article?

6) I'm dining in a very high-scale restaurant. There's an opulent carpet and everyone is wearing suits. A gargantuan chandelier hangs from the ceiling. The roof is open so we can the city outside: it's nighttime and the city is bustling and bright. JM is on my left and BS is on my right. We're at a huge table with a bunch of people from school and we're having a great time in this really wealthy place. I look through the place where there's no roof and see an unusally large plane. It says on it in huge blue letters, "American Airlines." It's going towards the White House, and I'm kind of conflicted - society has taught me that it's bad to wish for bad things upon other people, but in my heart I thought it would be pretty cool to witness a major plane crash myself. The plane smashes into the White House. I momentarily regret my decision, as perhaps just thinking that thought caused the greatest tragedy in American history. I know that thousands of people died, as there were were tons of people in there, including the president, at a huge party. I think about where I am for a moment, glad I'm safe. Oh, wait. I'm in Boston's Logan Airport, probably filled with thousands of people. Most people in the city are probably here. I look around the room I'm in and there are probably over a thousand people in this room alone. I look into the sky and see a train curving towards us. It has a number on top of it like a bus, but it's long enough to be a train. It's flying through the air over the city and it's headed straight for us. We're going to die.

Everyone runs around in vain, screaming like it's the apocalypse. I turn to BS and look at him before getting up and running down the huge staircase. It's a futile attempt, though; the train hits and we all die.

7) I'm on DV when I'm not supposed to be. My dad walks into the room and says, "I hear typing. You're not supposed to be typing now." I desperately try to close the window in fear, but he catches me. I'm in HUGE trouble.

8) UJ is on the back porch telling me about gifts he gave me when I was little. My mother has some stuff to say about them, too.

9) I'm playing through a video game. It's a really long game and it felt like I was playing it for days. [/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"]I think it was a really long dream.

[/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]10) I'm in an abandoned house and it's towards the end of the movie?????

11) I'm at the intersection of X Street and Y Street. It's the beginning of a movie, which is meant to be a comedy. An African-American middle-aged man had the situation under control, but then a young Asian-American (probably around 25) arrived in a police car, but he wasn't much help. He was probably an inexperienced new police officer.

12) I'm walking down Z Street, and at the bend something happens. (I look at a dog?)[/COLOR][/INDENT]

I just had an awesome night of dreaming. Not only one, but two awesome dreams on the same night (7 and 10)!

[INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"]31.12.2010[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT]
[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]12/31/10 - 10[/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"](Non-lucid)[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"]NON-DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#1E90FF"]DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#DC143C"]LUCID[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR="#808080"][/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]1) I'm in a car with AP and UM. They're driving me back from someplace. I get a very negative impression of AP but rather positive one of UM, who's cool. They drop me off outside of a fence to what looks like a dump, but this is where I need to go. I thank them and leave the car.

2) I'm standing on a bus and BH is behind me. I begin lightly singing a Linkin Park song, and BH starts laughing. Only he would get the joke because the two of us are coming back from something where that song was prominently featured. I don't care what the other people on the bus think of me - BH gets it and he thinks it's funny, so I'm not really embarrassed about singing the song on the bus, even though at first I thought I was singing softly enough that no one could hear me.

3) I'm in Seattle, walking around a sparsely populated mall (There are only a few people walking around, and it's not crowded; there are just enough people to give it a friendly atmosphere. I feel comfortable in this place.) that I know is the football stadium. It floods, having the roof nearby (it was glass) completely shatter and water comes pouring in, flooding the mall (which I call a stadium). I passively watch this, but I don't really even notice it or give it a second thought - in Seattle, this is a regular event. It's no big deal and I don't even pay any attention to it.

I'm with JU and we're walking around the mall. We go into a mall and see an Hispanic worker pushing around a cart filled with bottled drinks that look like Gatorade. He's ready to stock the shelves when I interrupt him - I would like one of those drinks. They look really good and JU takes one too. I take a Brisk Iced Tea or two as well as a colored drink (a red one?). I ask the man what it tastes like.

We go to the counter to pay for our drinks. The cashier is a middle aged Hispanic man, probably in his 50s or 60s. He tells us how much the drinks cost ($3.75?) and I take out the change in my pocket and try to count my change. However, it's extremely difficult and almost is hurting my brain. It's taking an enormous amount of energy to count my change, which is sized differently than it should be. It looks weird and I can't seem to count properly - addition is extremely difficult. Looking like an idiot, I try to hurry up. I'm kind of embarrassed, not being able to count my change in this store. I pull out a dollar bill to decrease the amount of change that I'll need, but I still need to find 75 cents in the group of coins that I put on the counter. I try again, but each attempt to count fails. I know I have enough money, I'm just having a hard time counting it. The nickels are and the quarters are the same size, and the pennies have a weird color [/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"](I think it's the regular bronze, but I'm taken aback by that.)[/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]. I eventually just give up and tell the cashier to take all my change. JU and I exit the store.

4) I'm in a van. I'm drinking the Brisk from 3?

5) I'm with a group of people in a clearing behind school, where the football field should be. TB is there, hitting tennis balls off of the side of the building. I remark that he's really good.

A plane passes overhead, but I miss it. Two more planes pass by really low and it's cool that I get to see them. There must be an airport nearby.

6) continuation of 5?? I'm in a clearing behind school with a large group of people. We're where the football field should be, but the football field isn't there. The librarian yells out the window, but no one can hear her. Everyone starts asking around what she said, and finally word gets out. The terrifying news hits me: "All elves must leave" [/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"](or something like that)[/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]. I immediately realize that this is the end of the book, and that was the last line on the last page. None of us ever got done reading the book, but we we all got up to the last line. The librarian was doing us a great favor by telling us what happened, and she wasn't spoiling it for us because we were all up to that point anyways.

Still, I was terrified. The poor elves! They have to leave, and I could see all the Munchkins scurrying about. Hagrid bellows that he'll take in all the Munchkins, who are extremely relieved and thrilled to be taken in. They all squeeze together in a tight circular formation and all of them pack into a small area, which could be easily transported into Hagrid's hut and not take up space. Conveniently, Hagrid's hut is now in the center of the clearing.

7) continuation of 6? I'm in the parking lot of my elementary school, right outside room xx. It's graduation from high school, and so I say goodbye to everyone. I awkwardly wave and utter a quivering "Bye" to my Asian friends, knowing that I may never see them again. I start running home, and this is the graduation race. Everyone in the graduating class is running to find out who the best runners are and to rank everyone according to speed. Being the fattest, I naturally assumed that I'd end up last and finish hours after the leaders. Much to my surprise, I found myself in third place! This was probably due to my great start position, as all of the members of the class couldn't possibly all start at the same spot. Exhilarated to be so close to the top (even happy not to be last), I put in a greater effort. I tried as hard as I could because I actually had a chance of winning, even though I knew that there was no way I could realistically beat these guys.

I was literally giving it 110%. I ran harder and faster than I possibly could, more determined than I ever had been before. Sprinting with all my might, I passed both runners, who were at about the same location. The fastest in our class was clearly SOL. We got to the clearing next to my elementary school and I decided to run through the clearing rather than pick a sidewalk, as the fastest route between any two points is a line. SOL and the other runner both elected to run on the same sidewalk and then curve around. I ran across the leaves, but when I reached the other sidewalk I had to crawl. This was physically demanding, and as it went on it became nearly impossible, for there was no friction and I couldn't grab hold of anything. I desperately searched for ledges, knowing that my time was running out. I eventually crawled by using the little indentations between each sidewalk block since there were no longer any ledges on which to propel myself.

I reached the end of that sidewalk, got up, and began running down the final stretch. I watched with disappoint as SOL and the other runner passed me, just as I was getting up. We ran straight down the street in a winner-takes-all, all-out, gritty competition. The atmosphere was desperate; I [I]had[/I] to beat them. I helplessly watched as they pulled away.

Luckily, I had this planned all along. Two armored cars would buzz down the street and surround the two runners ahead of my, blockading them from the finish line and allowing me to run right by and take first place. Imagine, me being the best runner!

As I thought up this plan, it actually happened. The other two runners were across the street from my house and were in the middle of the street my house is on, a mere 3 feet from victory. The armored cars swerved in, blocking them.

However, something went horribly wrong. The cars were supposed to swerve to the left of the other two runners to block them from their goal, which they successfully did. But there was a third car!! It was supposed to swerve to the right of me to keep my path clear, but it swerved to my left and blocked me from the finish too!! That's okay, though; I'll just run around it and dart to the finish line in a mad dash to get threre before the other runner and SOL.

I ran around and cast a glance at the armored cars, which were opened up on that side. An African-Amerian boy, probably 16 or 17, was being handled by two men and thrown harshly onto the pavement. This is my brother! My brother had been raped!! SOL and the other runner came and blocked the men by standing between them and my brother, sacrificing themselves so that my brother and I could escape. I walked with him up the walkway and onto the porch of our house. He looked so violated, so downtrodden: he was fully naked and his vagina was clearly agitated and swollen. I screamed for the door to be opened, jabbing the doorbell repeatedly? and banging on the door and screaming for someone to open up.

Assuming he had gotten in safely, I sullenly walked into the driveway. Now I was a girl with long, curly black hair, on the verge of tears. My brother had been raped! I felt horrible. This is absolutely miserable! I reflect on what just happened and slowly walk down the driveway. Dad comes out of the house and beckons me inside to discuss my day.

We're now in K's room, sitting on the windowsill in the back. I'm holding back tears. I angrily tell my father that I don't want to talk to him right now. He's mad and is demanding that I tell him what's wrong. I don't want to talk about anything right now after being traumatized by what happened to my brother. It seems as if dad doesn't know what happened. He's asking me how my graduation went and tells me to smarten up. I almost told him that I was the top runner and I know that would make him proud, but this wasn't the time for that. I was going through a horrendous tragedy.

8) I tell my dad I don't want him reading my essays??????

9) I'm with KD, NT?, and JD. They're bringing cakes out of a kitchen? and JD almost drops hers. I'm just standing there not really doing anything and I notice I'm kind of useless and just in the way, but I realize that there's nothing I can do because all the cakes are already being carried by people. Someone comes over and helps JD because she's holding two cakes and one would fall if she tried to balance both of them.

10) continuation of 9???? We're on one of the top floors of some high rise. It's a pretty opulent place, with red carpets and Christmas paraphernalia throughout. I'm disappointed that I kind of missed the Christmas season because I was doing my essays. My mother comments on that and says something about me missing the fun activites.

I'm now playing a Pokemon game on what seems to be a mystical sphere. Inside the sphere is a swirling red aura. Pikachu is in the game. My father scolds me for playing a "baby game" and relentlessly yells at me. BS comes along (he got off an elevator???) and sees me playing the Pokemon game. My father points out that I'm playing it?? I'm highly embarrassed to be caught playing it in front of one of my friends, but I enjoy it so I'm going to keep playing, even though he's here.

BG starts playing a song on a keyboard. It's Beethoven, I think. I jokingly say that "you're just typing gibberish," but I know full well that each key makes a the noise of a different piano key. It's a QWERTY keyboard (at least I think it is, I didn't bother to look at the actual letters). I'm trying to play a game (Minecraft)?? so I pretty much brush BG off and don't pay attention to her. She's having trouble with the zoom-in and zoom-out functions, and I zoom in for her. She's mad at me and scoldingly yells that she wants it zoomed out max. I start to zoom out and eventually get it.

I go back to my game: I'm in a cyclical canyon with a floor of water and enormous monolithic rock walls. I'm flying around the canyon, trying to catch the enemy. We just keep going around and around the canyon but I just can't seem to catch the enemy. BG's in the game now, too.

It's a co-op: BG is on my team trying to catch that thing too. We gain speed and see the tail end of it - it's a huge freighter, kind of like the Republic Cruiser

[img]http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/6/6f/Consular-class_Space_Cruiser.JPG[/img]

but much more massive and with much more height and length. We have to get to the front of it, but even with our burst of speed, the ship is so long we just cannot get to the front of it.

I have an idea! We turn around and go to the other direction, easily confronting the ship head-on with the wind on our side. Being at the front, I'm the first one to jump on top of the freighter and begin work. Our objective is to cut off the extremities of the freighter; I easily succeed in cutting off the pipe/tube at the front. I see BG (and a third member of our team?) go further back along the freighter and do the same. Mission complete - we've succeeded!

I'm overcome with absolute joy. I sit on the front of the freighter, which is now a dragon?? (It's actually a long, white balloon, but I interpret it as a dragon?) We fly over my hometown/neighborhood and are welcomed back as heroes. We fly over X Street. I wave to my adoring fans, and it's almost like the end of a video game where all the characters tell you congratulations and wave to you, proud of your accomplishments. But this was real!

We were flying low, low enough for me to talk to my adoring fans. I merrily greet the Asian students I bid farewell in 7. I called out, "Ni hao!" One of them echoed the Mandarin greeting while the other replied, "Mu hao!" which I assumed must be Cantonese.

There were banners throughout the town and arches commemorating my great deed. Confetti was flying everywhere. I smiled and laughed, having never been happier. One Asian student inquired, "Are you a Buddha?" I replied with a grin, [I]"I am the Buddha!" [/I]I momentarily wondered if I should regret that and whether or not it was offensive, but I determine that it's not offensive at all because he does understand the ideology and I have been Enlightened. It's a rather appropriate statement for me.

Everything is great and perfect. I'm the happiest guy in the world.

I either realize that I'm dreaming and wake up, or realize that I'm dreaming because I wake up. By the time I think about what I should do lucidly or desperately attempt not to wake up, I'm already feeling my physical body and realize I'm just laying in bed with my eyes closed.[/COLOR][/INDENT]

Total dreams: 770
Total days: 372
Total lucids: 12
Dreams per day: 2.081
Lucids per day: 0.03225
Days recorded: 225
Dreams per recorded day: 3.422
Lucids per recorded day: 0.0533
Dreams per lucid: 64.166

Dreams this year: 48
Days this year: 7

Dreams per day last year: 1.978
Dreams per day this year: 6.857