* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***

I was in a car as a passenger. I was talking to the guy driving about a combination of a song and "lucid." I was referring to lucid as a drug or something. It could have even been lucid dreaming, but I referred to it a just "lucid"; furthermore, I referred to it based on a false memory, or an earlier part of my dream that I don't remember, where I was talking to a girl about the same thing, or she had mentioned it to me, and I just remembered it.

ANYway, I was talking to the driver about it. He was dressed kind of weird, and he was kind of weird. He took my comment of the song and "lucid" and decided to act it out. He rolled down the window and hung himself out the window hanging on by his legs on the inside of the door. His feet were kind of touching the steering wheel.

I told him "No, stop" or "No, don't do that!" as there was now nobody holding the wheel. Before we crashed, I took the wheel.

Dream Skip

I'm in a room with a bunch of people. It is some weird kind of police training or something, but not very formal. It is also not entirely a police academy. It's like friends or something. I also mentioned to one of them about lucid.

Dream Skip

I'm in a room with a bunch of women exchanging gifts in bags because of something nice someone had done. I wasn't going to get a gift and I knew it. I was kind of hoping someone would think of me, but at the same time, I don't like to be the center of attention. I don't really like getting gifts, so I was OK with it.

Somehow, lucid was also part of this scenario...I think.

I was lucid upon entering this dream. I was floating--clarity was low. I thought I would have trouble going above a certain height as I always do, so I tried to just float up and not think about it too much. I was floating up into a starry sky.

I floated up for a little bit, but then I remembered a response to someones comment regarding semi-lucidity. I had advised him/her that I thought he would have success in going through a wall or ceiling while lucid, and that he should try it. I immediately put my face through a wall in my dream. Half my face went through a wall and I saw a guy with long, braided hair with a gun. He was holding up a guy at a convenience store. In my dream he was a terrorist.

I was then in an old condo where I used to live with my mother. I now wasn't sure if I was dreaming or not. Instead of doing a reality check because I never think to do one, I slowly tried to put my head through a wall. I didn't want to do it fast in case I was awake, lest it hurt.

The funny thing is, I wasn't successful in putting my head through the wall. Then I thought it was weird because I did believe I was dreaming.

I was very tired, and I believe the best lucids come when you go to sleep on time. That is true for me in any case.

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I was with a friend B.L. We were on a train track. He was basically lying down face first, but not relaxing. He had a rock in his hand, and the rock was on one of the rails. It powered him like a train. He slid along the rail holding onto the rock.

I was holding on to him, but I was falling off. I tried to get him to go some way different as I was about to fall off, but he wouldn't. I got upset and pushed myself off this non-existent train car.

He then threw the rock at me in disgust and walked away. I took the rock and threw it right behind him so it would bounce and hit him, which it did, sticking to his butt.

My friend got mad. I explained I only threw it so it would barely hit him and let him know he didn't have to throw the rock at me.

Then I saw some railroad workers. I didn't really want them to see me. I also saw some trains go by. The first locomotive was normal, then I saw some plastic ones. They had advertising on them like a car wrap.

I was annoyed at how "they" are making everything so cheap today including locomotives.

Note: Yesterday I met my brother and his wife and their 1 1/2 year old son at Stone Mountain. I asked both about their LDing. I later went to a friends house and we went back and climbed Stone Mountain to see the "super moon" last night. It was full and really close to Earth last night. I see that as three stimuli that could have helped me go lucid just now.

I was a slave along with hundreds of other people, to aliens (I never saw). We had built a huge wooden tower and were now painting it. The paint was unnecessarily thick and difficult to use.

I was working with a group that I really liked including a girl that I liked. We somehow broke away from everyone and made for a grassy knoll. There were some rocks (like man-placed stones we saw at Stone Mountain). I threw some into some trees that lay just beyond the path of rocks. I was trying to hit the trees. Someone else started to do the same. We encouraged him to hit what he could.

Then I lay down to go to sleep on the hill. I woke up and everyone was gone. I realized I was under a spell that made it really hard to wake up and move. I decided I better catch up with my friends and get back to work otherwise I may sleep forever, or the aliens could get mad that I left and was sleeping.

I forced myself to get up; I was so-o-o-o tired. I worked my way up the hill and towards the top, very tired, I forced myself to run up so there would be no lying back down.

I found the tower and started looking for my friends. I really needed to find my group and pretend as though I had been working on it the whole time.

I worked with them, but then went to a hire point on the tower. I saw myself in a mirror, though I didn't see the mirror. I was wearing a black knit cap and looked like I had had a really rough day.

I then found the girl that I liked. She could see that I was feeling rough, but I knew that everyone felt rough from working so hard. I felt guilty for trying to gain her sympathy, but I thought it would make her like me.

I took my black cap off and put on a blue one and I felt much better.
Soon I realized I better get back to work again. I am back on the tower looking for my friends. They are the group at the top painting. The paint was as thick as the Nutella we ate at the mountain last night, and it was the same color. (You think I carried the Nutella into my dream?)

I was working around this guy with a bicycle at the top of the tower. I was trying to get to painting. Then someone had to go to the bathroom. I did too, so I went with him. The bathrooms were like something cattle would use. There were these super-long gates to the stalls. It is hard to explain, but I realized it was too weird and that I was dreaming.

I was a little afraid that if I defected and my job was real, the aliens would be mad, but I didn't think much about it. I sat down in defiance and was lucid.

I looked at my righth hand. I had written on it with a red pen. I tried really hard to focus on the numbers and make sense of them. There was a long division symbol with the numbers and the word "look!" It didn't mean anything, so I looked up in the sky to see the stars thinking about a recent dream where I did that and saw stars. I saw them again.

I decided to try my personal task which was to revisit an old nightmare. I stated the address of the house where I had the nightmare. Then I tried to make a ring of ashes appear. I couldn't do it. I tried to make them red hot even though I couldn't make them appear. I saw a place get red hot, but I couldn't sustain it. The next step would have been to have a demon appear in the red-hot ring of ashes.

I got frustrated that I couldn't make my nightmare begin. I tried to make fireballs shoot from my hand, or to just appear in my hand. No luck, so I started to fly. It was fun but I couldn't enjoy it. I wanted to enter my nightmare, so it was totally disappointing.

I was flying around my old stomping ground and thought of someones idea discussed in the Lucid Dream Game Idea thread--super-speed. I tried it. It kind of worked and kind of didn't, so I just started flying around.

There were some bicyclists. The were amazed that I was flying. Someone asked who I was. I gave them the wrong name and then someone called my by my complete real name. I asked how they knew and they said people knew me and were calling out to me.

I flew through a restaurant. It was really cramped. I made my way out the back and then I woke up.

Note: Next time I LD, I plan on trying to find my old house. I think I may have better luck if I try to reproduce my nightmare in the proper location. I don't know why I didn't try to fly to my old house. I guess I just didn't think of it.