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Real life Dream Lucid Dream Sign
For me to remember, dreams are 067300, lucid dreams are the color below blue, #4169e1, and dream signs are the light purple, which is up one and left one from blue, #483d8b.

Mechanical bottle dream
Something about this mechanical bottle that automatically opens and closes.

Family and the ring dream
Fragments. I remember staying in this awful hotel, which no one else recognized was awful. I couldn't even see to the bottom of the three foot pool, it was so dirty, yet my whole family, including my cousins and aunt, played in it. I made excuses not to, of course. I remember going to places. Sometimes it was stormy, but it was always dark. I had some important ring I couldn't lose for some event. ...And I lost it in the pool.

Lucidity: 7/10
Vividness: 6/10
Length: 20 Min.

I woke up and was looking at my bedroom door. I was completely lucid. And it was completely dark. Almost pitch black. Then someone came out of the shadows. It was a tall green cape with arms, legs, feet, etc. But NO head. That made me so scared. So while saying "no, no, no" a million times because I couldn't believe that I could have such a horrible nightmare.( I also tried to scream but nothing came out.) Got up. When I did I thought about it and he wasn't very scary. I imagined a piece of cloth on his head. And there was. Also that he had no means to hurt me. We shook hands and greeted each other. Then I was in a court yard and I was talking to some black guy. I can't remember what he said, but then someone else came in. Then we fought for some reason. While I was fighting I thought "wow, it's really dark here" and it was. It was creepy. For some reason I had a book or something and didn't want anyone to touch it. And of course he tried to touch it. Everyone did. By now I wanted to wake up, but decided I might be able to make it a better dream. So every once and a while someone would try to touch the book and I tried to stop them. Then someone did. I thought that the book would warp people to a different dimension. And it did. Then I went into that dimension. When I did I immediately looked around. I was on a long road. With weird things on the ceilings. And I was in a desert. Then someone said "look we already changed the store" or something like that, showing the store. Then it went back to my perspective. When it did I said "wow, this dream sucks" and stuff. Then I was on a field fighting over that damn book again. Sahara Winder fell over and looked hot. She was wearing sweat pants. So I went down to her and stuck my tongue up her ass. It didn't taste like anything and I didn't think about what was on it because I was dreaming. It felt exactly like one. The End.

★★★☆☆

Four hours of sleep, and suddenly this monstrosity comes along. It's fairly disjointed; I don't have a whole lot of time to play with it, so without further ado...

10/18/10



Harry Potter tries to mess with the fabric of reality, I have diabolical plans, and Dumbledore disapproves as usual.

"Just think about it," I tell her. "With this kind of breakthrough, we could completely alter the way humans perceive reality!"

Sophie looks up at me, skeptical, one hand keeping her place in the textbook. She's holding a pen in her other hand, and she taps it impatiently against her notebook. She pushes a few strands of short red hair out of her eyes, and says, "I know what happens when you try to play mad scientist, Harry."

We're sitting across from each other at a long wooden table. Sophie's studying - this is a library, after all. The interior is almost entirely decorated with red-stained wood, giving the impression of a highly modern, really big log cabin. With lots and lots of glass (and books). Sunlight streams in from the huge windows, and outside is a view of the forest, and the other school buildings in the clearing.



"Chaos, generally." I say, grinning. Some of the other students notice that I'm grinning, and quietly begin to edge away from us. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

skip

There's this thing I have to do on the computer. It's very important. I'm sitting outside on the green grass, trying to do this very important thing, when - hey, will you look at that? Dumbledore's on Skype!

Albus Dumbledore appears in a new window, looking very grave indeed. This is somewhat offset by all of the spinning and twirling metal gadgetry on his desk.

"Harry," says Dumbledore gravely, "I've received word of the research you've begun."

"Really?" I say, looking up from Minesweeper. "Brilliant, isn't it?"

He sighs. "Harry," he repeats, "This is not a road you cannot walk down unscathed. You'll be returning to Hogwarts."

"Um..." I say slowly, "No."

"By force, if necessary."

My computer pings.

"Did you just -" I say, looking at the screen, "Did you just track my location through my internet connection? You realize I'm on a different PLANET? How the hell does that even -"

But Dumbledore's appearing at the edge of the wards, walking into the school grounds the only way he can. I meet his eyes for just a moment, and I disapparate.

skip

Moving through Ixburg, and I'm running. I'm moving through a jobsite, people from my hometown who were, apparently, in direct competition with my family's business. By some sort of mutual agreement, they all ignore my presence, and I pass through completely unnoticed.

Back doors of the grocery store and I'm having a conversation with someone before I disappear again -

Narcissa Malfoy. We're standing in some anonymous hallway of a starship, looking out into the black.

"I don't disapprove of your cutting his influence out of your life," she's saying, "But I'm not convinced that making an enemy of Dumbledore will be conducive to your goals."

"There are greater forces at work here. He may get in my way," I say coldly, "But he can't stop me."

Narcissa nods once, sharply. "Very well. My family is at your service, as always."

I'm closing my eyes, casting my senses out into the nothing. Golden light is cutting through the darkness, pushing it away, burning.

"You need to leave," I tell my informant, and I'm hurtling out into the void of space, an ethereal being of energy and animal and just a sliver of humanity. And the burning, fierce presence is crying out, raising its wings.

Fawkes.

He's found me through Harry's holly wand, called by the phoenix feather within. I smile and pull another wand from my sleeve, one made of ebony. And as the phoenix is upon me, I call up the Void, and I meet the creature's light with an unfathomable darkness.

Boom.

(O'Neill: What the hell was that?)
(Carter: I don't know, sir, but it almost blew straight through our shields. We're lucky it wasn't closer.)

"Grab my arm." I tell Sophie. We apparate from planet to planet, trying to get Dumbledore off our trail. One, two, three, four, five. Hoth, Antarctica, Europa, Tartarus, Miranda.

I appear in the woodshop of the school in the clearing. There's another person in the room.

"Where is my daughter?" The woman asks.

I look around, but Sophie's nowhere to be seen.

Dumbledore.

skip

"Aurors and their locking spells," I mutter, pointing my ebony wand at the door. The lock clicks, and I open the door to the super-secret impenetrable Unspeakable Library. "Well, come on." I hiss at the nervous man behind me.

The two of us shuffle into the library and quietly barricade ourselves in one of the rooms. We're pretty sure that the information we need is here.

The man is flipping through a card catalogue, mumbling under his breath. I'm scanning the books on the shelf, but something seems out of place. I feel a presence. Thinking it's a guard, I make my way over to one of the closed doors and peer through the keyhole. I'm looking for the beam of a flashlight.

At first, I don't see anything. The hallway is white, and bare, and dark. I look through at a different angle, and

look directly into blood red eyes. There's no pupil, iris, sclera, it's all a murderous shade of red, and for a moment, I'm held captive by the gaze. I notice, peripherally, that she's a ghostly little girl in a tattered white dress and everything is bleeding into itself

She flickers, like a strobe light. In and out of existence, and suddenly, she's in the room with us

Harry is terrified, and I'm calm. The ghost is on us, tearing into our essence, and Harry is terrified but I know that there's no danger but I can feel his fear

Everything's going dark

And I wake up, disoriented, in a pitch black room.

Scare Factor: 4/10

Oh. It was a dream.

It made sense at the time?

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

19-10-10 I am lying in my bed, I have been tossing and turning for a good hour and a bit. I get a couple of hits of deep relaxing sensations in my body. The last thing I do (at least that is what I believe) is to slip out of my bed and lie down on the floor (FA). It seems like my normal floor, even has the exact amount of clothes that needs washing there. I take a quick one-eyed peak, why is my sub woofer over there? (I don't have a sub woofer). Ok I am close to something I try and look some more, but it seems to destabilise the environment. I lie still a bit more. I risk it all open both my eyes and stand up, somehow there is not enough stuff in the room, but it really does look like my room. Right even the curtains have been left in the exact position I left them in. I RC by seeing if I can withdraw them with my mind. They flicker and I doubt no more. I need light to stabilise this. I pull the curtains all the way to the sides, I touch and couple of edges on tables and rub my hands.

Although a bit firmer it still could do with a bit of solidness, the dream does grow a bit brighter and I fly through the glass without breaking it. Cool at least some of my control is coming back. I find a flat to peak into, there is a picture on the window frame of Buddha (sort of a pagan version, with red war paint across his eyes) The flat looks funky lot of nifty little stuff, good amount of light and a DC sitting by the sofa table. I assure him that I just need a bit of time to stabilise my dream and I consider telling him it is all just a dream, but decide against it. After a while I spot a flat with a lot of red/blue light coming out of the window, but as this fades away I just fly through the wall to the flat I was just at. It works, so more control coming back. I really pay attention to how it feels going through and although there is a distinct sensation of going through there is no resistance. Cool.

I fly through another set of walls and find myself in some sort of tunnels, these somehow transform into a real-time-strategy sort of landscape and I think to myself how come I can't produce a real mountain landscape. I try to visualise this, but nothing happens. The RTS landscape turn into a tunnel style scene again and I can see some light up ahead. I fly toward it and find a hole in the wall too small for me to pass through, but I am confident enough to just pop through the wall again. I exit a little while later on a scene hat could have been Berlin in the wake of being carpet bombed during WW2. All the building have no glass, are missing some of the corners and it looks amazingly real compared to the RTS landscape I just bitched about, nice, maybe I need to just not try as hard. I fly up and around, and seem to be going really slowly with a bit of a height limitation, so I decided to try and fly backwards and it works amazingly well increasing the detail of the scene around me. I get entangled in some electrical wiring hanging overhead, which I laugh about and quickly get out of. I wake up soon after.

Notes: It takes too much time to enter the dream (1 hour plus here). However I am unsure as to why my WILDs are so short. Do I disturb the sleep cycle by spending so much time awake and aware prior slipping into a dream again or is it a stabilisation issue? However I am pleased that my control seem to be coming back.

Oh and pardon the wall of text, but I am trying as much as possible to note every detail as my recall is a bit shaky atm

10/18/10 non lucid, Random, almost lucid

This is a bunch of random dream segments basically put together as best as I can remember them.

My friends buck, sarah and I were smoking some weed in my car outside of the mall.(we actually did the previous night before seeing jackass 3D) Except this time we were parked in a really stupid spot and their were cops EVERYWHERE! To me it seemed like a stupid idea but they didn't stop. Of course eventually a cop came up to the window and started to yell at us. In the middle of him yelling I realized it was a dream but never gained lucidity. SKIP

The teacher who I student aid for got really mad at me because I stayed up too late the night before. SKIP

I was with Sarah again and we got out of my car and walked into my garage. It has a keycode but I don't remember opening the door or typing in the code. Inside my garage there was a party going on. There was a disco ball and lots of smoke. I'm sure I didn't know any of the people in my garage and I wasn't upset either. Before we open the door going into my house a random guy comes up to Sarah and starts making out with her. I could tell she wasn't into him so I pulled her away, escorted her inside and knocked over the guy. Their was something about him being in theater school.SKIP

All of a sudden I was a little kid at a lunch table with about 8 other kids. It was a new schedule and we got to decide one snack we got one time during the year. Everybody wanted goldfish except for me and I convinced all of the other kids to change their mind. Everyone had to agree on the choice. I suggested Grilled Cheese and everybody was every happy about it except for this brown haired little girl. She wanted Mac n Cheese which i've never really been a fan of. I ignored the rule and said "No, were having grilled cheese" and she ran away crying.

Notes- I think the Part with Sarah in paragraph three may relate to some jealousy or protective issues? I have a girlfriend and never have liked this girl so I have no idea on that.

When ever I dream about weed it's normally extremely vivid. Maybe this could be my dream sign.

October 18, 2010

Synopsis: Abstract dream. Were escaped test subjects running from an evil doctor. Brief lucidity. Flying. Next dream, I try to rebel the system from within it.

Note: I was very sleepy after I woke up from my dream. Well, I didn't really wake up. More like, I was only half awake. I stayed drifting in HI for a few minutes before I remembered that I even had a dream. But by that time, what felt like a vivid dream was hard to recall.

Abstract Adventures
Me and a friend want to leave. We walk straight out of the house and into the parking lot. Waiting for us is a small helicopter. My friend makes me drive it! I'm terrified! I don't know how to fly this clunky machine. Once inside, my whole world turns upside down. Uh, literally. We crashed.

But were fine, and I think nothing of it.

It turns out we were so desperate to leave because were running away from this evil doctor! We were his unwilling test subjects for some sort of experiment. We run through suburbia, which was just abstract and weird. We reach a tower, and climb up its various levels. I don't remember much of the tower anymore, but I do remember on the top most floor was a witch conjuring up a spell. I didn't figure out who's side she was on.

Were on top of the tower now. The doctor has us cornered! But that's when I suddenly realize I'm dreaming. Lucid, I tell the doctor "were not going to run from you anymore!". Then I grab my friends hand and fly instead. I try to grow bird wings, but I don't know if it worked or not. My friend disappears. Common. Lots of DCs just up and puff away when I become lucid.

I continue flying and exploring my strange abstract dream, like giant cardboard boxes strewn together. I woke up after wards and fell into random HI for several minutes.

Thoughts: the tower was a spiral, a repeating pattern in my dreams for 2010. Probably not a coincidence that reaching the top made me lucid, since the spiral itself can represent consciousness.

Rebel from Within
Some evil corporation has everyone I know slaving away from them, in an all-generic-building. Oh, and these weren't regular people. They were scheming rats, like the rats from Nyhm. I had two choices. Slave away, or rebel. I saw what happens to people who rebel outwardly. They got locked away in some room, never to return.

I thought I could out smart the rats though. I'd work hard, earn their trust, learn more about their system. And eventually, I'd learn about their weak points and take them out when they least expect me to! Well, it sounded like a plan. Except that it's really SLOW.

Anyways, I never actually got a chance to rebel! Unless you count spying. I was spying on the big boss while mopping the floors. He had an assistant named Amadeus. Amadeus seemed like an honestly good rat, and it annoyed me the way the boss would say his name and call him for any little thing.

Thoughts: it could have something to do with me trying to overcome old habits. The process is slow, and you have to observe yourself.

Starfox

something about Chris Highestridge at first, but no details recalled. But I remember being in a starfox video game. The graphics were like the super nintendo version.



It was a space level and there were gigantic ships I was flying through. I would blow them up and stuff, then they would explode all around me. But in some parts only parts of the ships blew up, and it seemed to take forever the part of ship to blow up.

My dad goes black and never goes back

Had a dream that I was standing in a room when my dad walked in. He had black skin and was kind of fat. He looked a lot like the black dude from the family guy. There was another dark guy with him (data) They were talking to me about something. But I couldn't remember.

Kaomea's Inner world

Remember being in a bed with Kaomea. Her hand was on my chest again where my heart was beating. This time I was doing the same thing as her. We were talking about ???? She made an important decision that made us both happy. Can't remember, but we kissed with the intent of that decision in mind, and when we did.... we both turned into light and I woke up from the dream.

Strange WTF.

first I remember walking along side a school with a fence. I remember being in this place before when I was with a group of people hiding from a zombie apocalypse. I remembered that we all got killed, then it occured to me that we shouldn't have given up so easily. I mean don't zombies die after a few weeks of eating nothing? Don't all the bugs get at them and eat them eventually?

With that in mind I walked around the school fence and turned the corner of the building. A black yappy dog (Asuka!)came out of nowhere and I decided to follow the dog.

We went back the way I came and then oticed that on the other side of the fence, that elderly people were gathering at a hall. I saw them getting out of cars and stuff. I followed Asuka down some steps and through a door.

Asuka was in her normal form now, but she was behind me so I only felt her presence. I was in a mall of some sort and a bunch of boxes of books were floating in the air. Some man was trying to get them to stop floating. I jumped up and smacked the boxes down. I noticed that the man was Mike W. from my childhood. He said he worked for the book man and set up a book man table in the hallway of the mall. I remember heping him set up the table. He started saying that he came here to alberta to help celebrate Thelma's birthday or something. Then he started reading from a card.

Lonewolf

I logged into Lonewolf's Private dream forum and saw that he had moved "The Nagual Manuel" thread over there so that no outsiders could read the thread.

August 30, 2010

I had at least 3 dreams last night, but only two of which I can remember clearly enough to write about. Unfortunately, none of them were lucid because by the time I realized I was dreaming, I was already out of the dream and nearly fully conscious. 

This dream is very hard to remember. It is dark out, and there are either 3 DCs, in which case I am present in the dream, or 4 DCs, in which case I am not present in the dream. The 3 DCs and I are fighting in kind of a circle each using a different element. The one fire bending is wearing black samurai clothes with red trim, the one water bending is wearing black samurai clothes with blue trim, the one air bending is wearing black samurai clothes with brown trim, and the one earth bending is wearing black samurai clothes with green trim. I don’t know which one I am, or who won the fight. The dream fades

I am in a cave structure similar/the same as in previous dream. The walls are reddish brown and very rough and not manmade. The ground is a canal filled with water and in some places caves were hollowed out in the walls, their floors high enough not to be touched with the water. I am there with multiple DCs, some my family. I go outside with DCs of my friends (I think) and my brothers. The outside is through a huge opening in the side of the rock. The canal inside connects straight to the river outside. It’s very weedy on the banks of the outside river and we are in the tall river grass. I see a car and a minivan floating in the water, kept in one place by balloons. I think, well I do need a car for when I turn 16, so I wade into the water and pop the balloons on both cars. I don’t want the minivan so it floats away down the river. I drag the car through the water and somehow lift/drag it onto shore. It is yellow and upon further inspection with my DC friends is just a nearly life sized plastic toy car missing its wheels and steering wheel. I am disappointed. I take it back inside the canal cave and realize that it floats. A lot of DCs are congregated near the exit of the caves in the biggest hollowed out place. I remember that I need to leave to go to the Olympics where I am a professional water-skier. I find oval glass objects that are hollow inside and have glass stripes of colour inside them. I know they are of some importance so I hold onto them and rush to the back of the caves, using the car to float (I now remember that these were also in a past dream). An adult DC frowns at me, knowing that we are near late for the Olympics. The DC of my brother Owen chases after me, probably wanting the glass objects (they were very pretty). I paddle away faster and reach the back of the caves where there is a hollowed out room of hidden things. I pull my car into the room and look for a place to put my glass things. In one corner there is a pail and shovel and other beach toys. I see a shelf above my head and put the glass things there knowing hardly anyone can reach. Owen catches up with me and I grin at him because I beat him here and he didn’t get here fast enough to see where I put the glass things. I think we fought over them in a past dream. It is time to go and as I leave I see that the wall at the very back of the caves is the same wall in my basement at home, cement and bare wall structure with insulation peeking out in various places. I am now in a car with black leather seats driving down the highway into the rain. It’s very dark out. I am on my way to the Olympics to water ski. Then I realize, I can’t be a professional water skier… and as I come back to consciousness I do a reality check.
Grr… it was too late by then.

I was walking down the main street that goes past my neighborhood with a group of 10 or 15 people when someone points out that there is a tornado. I see it in the distance, approaching us slowly.

(tornadoes are one of my major recurring dream signs; they often show up and I often have to run to shelter from them, usually with other people. Im not particularily afraid of tornadoes, and even in the dream do not experience fear- i just seem to go along with it. )

So we start running down the street, when suddenly, missiles start cracking through the asphalt and flying into the air. We are dodging the missiles and we run down a side street that doesnt exist in real life.

At this point there are only 5 or so people in the group. We run up to a house that has a basement that is accessible from the side of the house, as it is built on the side of a hill. We run down the steps to the basement

entrance, passing several cats on the way. We enter the house through a sliding glass door. Inside, there is a large glass wall through which we can a sloping hill going up from the basement. we can see the bases of trees and we are panicking because the tornado is close apparently. I look around the basement and see a door opening to the bathroom, as well as a door opening into a small room which has one of those hair machines for drying hair that usually can be found at old laides' salons.

The dream changes- how much later, im not sure.

I'm sitting in the economy section of a plane. My mom is sitting next to me, in the window seat. SHe asks me what I am going to do with the money we stole. (apparently we stole millions of dollars from somewhere)
we are flying over snow capped mountains. I spend several moments deciding that i will spend the money on several houses, cars, a yacht, and to pay for college. { interesting since this was a topic that I was frantic about before I went to college-- funny how these things stick with you}

The dream changes again

I am being chased around an old fashioned- looking city. I move around by kicking off the corners of buildings, flying great lengths with each push. I am being chased by a group of policemen with old fashioned british-police style hats.

A woman gets in the way of my escape; I accidentally smash into her or clothesline her or something.

One of the policemen screams in rage that I just killed his wife, and the chase begins again.

{throughout most of this, I am laughing, ecstatic; the chase is not frightening, it is funny-- another recurring dream sign of mine; I have never had a dream in which I was being chased by something scary-- all my nightmares include confronting something supposedly evil; never fighting it, not usually seeing it.}

They chase me into a square in the city, however, there is noone around, unlike in the cobbled streets where i killed the policeman's wife. The square is made up of a hanging garden of weeds, shaped somewhat like a maze. The weeds are hanging from white railings of sorts, though they are not very high- only 3 or 4 feet above the ground.

The dream fades- I briefly remembered another dream after this, but as I am still new to dream recall and LD it escapes me.

Don't remember anything from last night