SilverWolf's Sleep Sessions

I remembered more dreams last night then I ever have in a single sleep session, which is really super awesome for me! so yaaay!

Now if I can just get lucid.


Dreaming within a dream, trying to escape dream!! Fragment. Induction Method attempted: MILD

I was dreaming that I was dreaming, and in this dream I was trapped! I don't know how or why, but I was trying to escape my dream, and could not find my way out. I tried to escape the dream several times (in my dream) and even tried to wake myself up, to no avail! These dream-within-dreams are very freaking confusing!!


Rodents, Wolves and Bears, OH MY Sunday august 25th 7:00 am Induction method attempted: WILD/WBTB

A FULL dream, huraaay!

My dad goes to town, and comes back with two pets for Mom. One of them is like a giant overgrown rat. I want to say it's closer to a guinea pig, but that doesn't feel right, even if it looked the same. The other pet was a strange creature; I don't know their name, but I think they are an Australian critter I know I've seen before on TV. It had grey-blue fur, long back legs, shorter front ones, a long tail and big ears. We named it Roosey because it hops around like a Kangaroo, though it is also capable of skittering around really fast. The other critter was never referred to by name in the dream; I'll call him Mouse. Mouse was round, fluffy, with brown fur.

My dream skips forward to that evening, after Dad brings home the pets. They are not kept in a cage though. Instead, they are able to roam free; we just have a wood divider separating the living room half of the house from the kitchen half of the house. This way, our dog Meatball can't get to them to eat them. I end up going into the living room for some reason, and the divider doesn't close all the way behind me; Mouse and Roosey come flying through it into the living room. I leap on top of Meatball, holding him down and call for help, because he is struggling like mad to get to the two critters.

Dad scolds me for letting the divider open like that, and then has me let the little guys outside to go to the bathroom. It is dark outside, and I need a flashlight. I get them, and take them outside; Mom and Dad warns me not to let them get too far away, Well.

As soon as the door opens, BOTH of them just run as fast as they can, waaay in the yard. I can't see them anymore because it's so dark. Mouse, with her waddling gait, comes into view; she's not quite as far away as Roosey. I scoop the lil' critter up, and start looking for Roosey; I'm about halfway into the yard by now. I can't find her at first, and then...THERE! I see her, but she is right next to a fox! I start to go after, but she hops away again. I decide I need help, so I turn around, heading back to the house. I get to the driveway, when I notice a large grey-white timberwolf sitting in the driveway, staring at me. Knowing they seldom attack humans and needing to get Mouse inside, I walk by. Then, right by the door, theres ANOTHER wolf. As I head up the stairs, the wolf tries to snatch Mouse from my hands. I yank away, its fangs grazing my hand. I throw open the door and dash inside.

Breathless I tell mom and dad about Roosey and the wolves and fox. Mom takes mouse, and examines my hand while Dad goes into their bedroom to get his rifle. Mom sighs, shaking her head. I'm only scratched; she's worried about Roosey. She tells me that it's messed up--Dad doesn't often get attached to these rodent type pets, like mice and stuff, but he's really bonded with Roosey, and now she's probably out there, hurt or worse. She says it's just not fair. I agree, looking out the window into the darkness. Then Dad comes out, rifle in hand, and I go outside with him to show him where Roosey is at.

WE go outside, and dad fires several shots into the air. THe wolves all dash away immediately; there wasn't just the two I saw, an entire PACK of them runs off. I lead dad to where Roosey is, and find her. But she's rolling around on her back, badly injured. I'm about to pick her up when I notice a bear at the edge of our yard (a very large brown-bear). I point out the bear to Dad--it hasn't noticed us yet. He takes aim with his Rifle, putting his fingers to his lips to make sure I stay quiet. But for some reason, he doesn't shoot. The bear looks up, and starts plodding towards us, and STILL Dad doesn't shoot the bear. I'm freaking out now, and I ask him what the heck to do, and he hands me a shotgun that he did NOT have when he came out. AND it's not the gun we have IRL, it's a double barrel shotgun. Dad is watching the bear, and I aim the gun. I ask, as it gets creepily close, if he wants me to shoot it. He doesn't answer. My fingers wrap around the trigger, but it's so sensitive that at my slightest touch, the gun goes off and misses the bear completely!

The bear stands up on his hind legs, roars, and then notices the same fox from earlier. It is skittering by him, and the bear claws him, shoving the animal in his mouth. Dad tells me the bear isn't interested in us, and tells me to grab Roosey. We start to head back into the house, and Roosey needs to get to the vet. The alarm wakes me up as we are crossing the yard.


Demonic Dog 10:00 am Fragment, INDUCTION method attempt: WILD/WBTB

Dad and I are in the house. He explains to me that our pet, Tori, is actually a demonic dog--even if she has not yet shown it. HE tells me that she will be used to do things, such as enter our world, if something isn't done about it. For some reason, he believes that I have to be the one to kill the dog. I don't want to do it, the thought saddens me deeply, but I go grab my survival knife that I keep in my room (for when we go camping or fishing). I hide the knife behind my back, and approach Tori. I hug her, give her kisses and pet her...and then I stab her twice in the chest, very quickly. I then carry Tori outside where I sit with her, holding her head in my lap, and apologize for having to do this to her, and for her being used by evil. I am crying at this point, watching her die. I wake up still feeling the intense emotions from the tail end of the dream fragment.


A Knight Beheaded Time unknown Induction Technique Attemted: WILD/WBTB

Another good vs. evil dream, with a bit of humor at the end. I'm in some strange area where all of the plant life is grey and dying. The trees are dead, the grass is dead and crumbly beneath my feet. There is an entire crowd of people around me, most dressed like modern day people, but there is one man, a knight in full silver colored armor. We are all enclosed in some giant fenced in area, which leads to some open arena-style place with two exits. We are being herded towards that arena place. Someone speaking from an unknown location, as if from some kind of loud-speakers, tells us that there are two men, one for each exit. One of the men is evil, the other is not. We are told that we have to choose which one is the evil person, and make our way through these shadowy-looking beings in the arena area, and kill him. If we choose correctly, we can all go home. If we choose the wrong person, our world will be in grave danger.

The knight steps up first; that's when I notice he is blind, wearing some kind of headband over his eyes. He leaps over the fence into the arena, drawing his sword. He immediately slashes at one of the creatures, killing it. Then he turns behind him, and slashes at the fence! One of the creatures laughs at him, and beheads the knight with long claws. His head sails over the fence, his body collapsing to the ground. The head then floats back into the arena, re-attaches itself to the knights body, and he closes his eyes and looks as if he's just gone to sleep! I wake up at this point.

I did it! I FINALLY made it Lucid the second time that I can remember--first time since giving up over half a year ago! It's a very long dream too, took me 4 pages of paper. Very vivid, and very memorable, with enough lucidity that I was able to exert some pretty cool control--but not enough lucidity to take control of the course of my dream.


"Bear" Lucidity

Sunday, August 11 4:00 AM----went to bed at 12 Midnight


I'm in a deep forest. THe trees are incredibly vivid and bright green--much brighter than any in real life. They are tall as well, probably hundreds of feet. I walk for a bit across the soft mossy ground; my feet sink into the moss. It's pleasant, warm, and tranquil. It really does remind me of something from either Tolkien or possibly the Chronicles of Elantra. It isn't long, however, before I see something ahead--a very large, very mean looking bear.

The bear is mangy looking, with tufts of thick brown fur sticking up here and there. He's snuffling the ground, making grunting noises as he does so. I'm starting to feel really scared, considering running before it notices me--and then I have the realization that I don't need to be afraid of the bear. I'm Dreaming, and it can't hurt me! I didn't do a reality check, I was so sure I was dreaming (although I wish I had, nothing like a reality check failing!). The thought that I'm dreaming simply pops into my head--I'm not even sure what triggered it, except that I fell asleep repeating that I would realize I'm dreaming.

I decide to play with my newfound lucidity by dealing with the bear in a rather cinematic way--I'm in a fantasy setting, may as well throw a fire-ball at it like any mage from a fantasy novel would do. I'm just about to form the fireball in my hands when another thought occurs to me; a perhaps better way to deal with the bear might be to put it to sleep instead! So, I fling my hands forward, and a wave of energy rushes forward, striking the bear. At once, the creature lies down, and starts snoozing! Impressed with my work I head on my way, to wherever the forest path will lead me.

And then I lose lucidity completely. For some reason, after a bit of walking, I start to be very afraid of the bear again. I have the uncanny feeling that it will be majorly ticked off when it wakes up, because I put it to sleep, and that it will try to eat me. So now I'm running, trying to get out of the forest before the bear catches up to me.

I then come across what I can best describe as a very odd hunting lodge. It looks rather small from the outside, but inside it is amazingly large--almost like I'm outside again. There is a person I've never met--I can't remember what he looked like, but I *think* he had short blonde hair. Anyway, I tell him about the bear chasing me, and he takes me to the back room to help get away from it. The back room is very impressive. It is massive, the ground covered in moss, and logs are stacked about the walls. The walls themselves seem to go higher and higher--I can't see the ceiling, and a path of these strange logs lead up, up, and up. I start to run across the logs, every once in a while coming upon a gap that I have to jump--very reminiscent of a side-scrolling video-game like Super Mario World.

At some point, I regain lucidity again, as I'm running across the logs, and remember that I don't need to fear the bear, he cannot possibly hurt me. So, I walk down the log path, to the ground below. (Blame my not jumping down on being only partially lucid--I'd have LOVED to jump down instead of walk down. Darnit). After I get down, I leave the hunting lodge, only to find myself in my living room. However, the living room is entirely different from how it is IRL. For one, there is no wall between the dining room and living room. For two, there is moss like there was in the forest, covering the floor and thick jungle-like vines covering the walls. There's a single couch and the door leading to the bathroom in the back of the living room.

My mom and dad are sitting on the couch. I excitedly tell them how cool it is that I'm in a dream right now! Mom tells me how awesome that is, congratulates me on having a lucid dream. Dad, however, starts telling me how it doesn't matter, it's just dreams, not life--and it is stupid anyway. I'm standing behind the couch, and mom starts arguing with dad about what he said. I take little notice, however, because I feel the dream starting to fade--and I retain enough lucidity to know I want this to keep going.

"Uh oh!" I exclaim out loud.
"What?" Asks my mother, turning around to face me.
"The dream is fading." I say. And then, I look at my hands, remembering some of the things I've read here about how to keep from losing a dream. Oddly enough, my hands appear mostly normal for dream hands--the only real difference is they are fuzzy. I then vigorously rub them together, shouting "STABILIZE!" When that doesn't seem to be working enough, I start to spin. I spin three times, mumbling in a sing-song voice "spin, spin, spin" as I do so. When I stop, mom asks me what I'm doing.

"Stabilizing the dream" I tell her. My lucidity wavers slightly and I have the foggy idea that mom will be more convinced that I'm dreaming if I change my appearance. I decide to shape-shift into one of her favorite music singers, Michael Jackson (I too am a fan, I must admit). I go into the bathroom to the mirror hanging on the wall. I look into it, but I'm still the same, despite my desire to change shape. I frown, then have an idea. I turn around, and tell myself "I look like Michael Jackson."

When I turn back around, I am the spitting image of MJ, how he looked during his video for the song Dirty Dianna, complete with long dark hair, the thin white shirt and leather pants. I'm wearing the buckled boots he wore in his video for the song "Beat it" and in the background, the opening strands of Billie Jean begin to play. Dad comes into the bathroom, telling me how stupid I'm being and all of this lucid dreaming stuff is. In my new shape, voice sounding EXACTLY like Michael Jackson, I put a finger to my lips, shushing him. I then place my index finger on my Dad's chest, and in the same tone MJ uses when he states "Who's Bad" in the song, I tell dad "BEGONE!" Of course, he looks quite confused.

"Be gone?" he repeats in surprise.

"Be gone!" I repeat firmly. Then he just pops out of existence--poof, just like that, leaving me amazed. My excitement, however, is short lived. Before I ever even make it out of the Bathroom to show Mom that I really am dreaming, everything goes black, and I wake up!




7:00 am


I only remember a fragment of this dream. I remember being in the kitchen telling my mother about my lucid dream from earlier. I heard dad get up, then mom got up starting the coffee. I came out, told her about the dream, and that's it--I remember nothing else. I would classify this as a false-awakening fragment.