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Jojo is on my shoulder, about four inches high.

We are flying through space in a large space battle.

She is helping me blast the enemies with red fire energy. She is wearing a red dress and hat.

I WAS Nancy Drew and I don't mean in the PC games or anything (but I think the PC games are where my dream came from). And someone conked me out. And when I woke up I was on this roller coaster (tied up) and than the roller coaster dumped me on a chariot on a carousel which after 2 circles it dumped me in a magic cage- (you would need to have played Final Scene to understand what I'm trying to say) which puts me in a Magician's Room which happens to be in a theatre that is on fire and I think in the next room there was a sound stage or set which happens to sound like "The Day of Our Lives".

October 26, 2010

I'm in a house with some friends, some real, some dream characters. The house is decorated with Halloween decorations, but there's also like candy decorations. There's a tour lady, and she says something about "no stacking" which in my dream meant taking the candy decorations. Well I didn't give a fuck and I ripped off this huge ass twizler string, shit was like a rope. I take a bite and hurry into the next room before the lady see's me, and I just drop it in the middle of the room (kitchen) so I don't get caught. She comes in and she's pissed. I remember seeing my friend Freas here, but only for a second. I get kicked out and my friend Tom is with me, except I'm outside a dream version of my own house mixed with my old house, and it's night. My friend Tom is with me, he got kicked out too, although this is the first time he appeared in the dream. For some reason I start faking crying really loudly and Tom shakes his head at me no, so I stop. Then he hops over the fence into the backyard and I follow. He tries jumping onto this ledge thing, because there's a window and I guess he wanted to scare/fuck with the people inside. He can't make it up, so provide a hand by trying to boost him up to no avail. Another friend comes over, I'm not sure who, might be my friend Tit, and I ask him to help me boost Tom up. Tit disappears (totally normal in the dream) and some kids appear in the backyard, and start fucking with Tom. They were making fun of him for trying to get on the ledge, and when his back was turned, one of them pushed him. He laughed it off, and then the other kid pushed him when his back was turned. They disappear for a little bit then me and Tom start walking back to the front, and I see a bunch of people outside the front of the house in costumes. They weren't the people I was with inside the house, but then the people I was with came out. I don't even recognize any of them, but I just knew those were the people I was inside with. Then I'm in the backyard again, and one of the kids starts messing with me, and he runs and tackles me, but I put him in a headlock then it breaks up. Then his friend ran and tackled me and the same thing happened, but this kid felt a little stronger. I think that's the end of the dream. At one point though I remember looking up to the ledge Tom was trying to jump onto and seeing two lit cigarettes.

Edit: I just remembered another dream that I had this night. Well, part of it. I remember being sick and puking lol.

Crimney, as the end of October approaches, I'm on a frikkin' roll when it comes to becoming lucid! There's much to be desired on clarity and length, but I'll take what I can get.

This dream marks the saddest dream I can remember having, possibly ever. (Or at least, the saddest I've been within' a dream.) Mainly because it dealt with the death of my Grandmother, who passed in August. No interpretation needed for much of this.

Anyway, I'm on a stretch of country road, this guy is pulled over and we (As cops, looking rather military in nature.) are arresting him for some charges. There are a few people that I don't recognize, just some random dream characters. Strangely, once we get the guy arrested, my grandmother is there, and the guy is... On the dashboard? Not in a gruesome or violent way, he's just... There. Anyway, my Grandmother calls him 'Fu Man Chu' and we both explain the nickname to him. To be honest, he looked more of Hispanic decent than Asian, but whatever, it's a dream.

A basic jump-cut, a doctor says that the blow my Grandmother received from Fu Man Chu broke something or other and would very soon cause her a great deal of pain. I think he actually suggest euthanasia (Though not in those exact words.). My dad goes off to talk to him some more and I'm in some manner of waiting room, which looks to be more for doctors than family members. I notice pictures of various pets and animals (Mainly just a dog though) on a board, then notice a gray cat with long-ish hair and try and get it to come over (Elly, you sneaky sneaky sub.). A guy offers to bring the cat to me as it's just sitting there. I say "Nah, the trick is not to look it in the eyes." (Cat's kinda see that as an aggressive action if you're a stranger.). This goes on for a bit, then the guy comments how "You (The cat) look a bit scruffy, I think you need a brushing.". He walks over to a stack of plastic bins and gets a brush from the top one. I reply jokingly as if he was talking about me "Yeah, I guess my hair is a bit messy."

Cut to a rather strange amalgamation of my previous house and current house. My Grandmother is laying on some kind of combination bed and pool (Ironic, 'cause it's placed where we used to have an actual water bed... Clever Elly.). I check out the pool aspect of it a bit, I close it up and after awhile my dad ads two cream type things to a screw plug. (Yeah, I dunno either.) This kind of starts my Grandmother dying, she's partially in the water. Naturally I'm sad as all hell as stated above, naturally I'm saying things like I love her, don't want to lose her again, etc. Her eyes are gradually getting more closed and, for whatever reason there are whole tomatoes and celery. (Yeah, weird as HELL!) I think the idea was that we were going to make stew out of her?! (What the FUCK!?).

Anyway, I get the heck outta there, crying my eyes out and going towards where the living room would be in the old house. As I'm crying I say to myself "Do a reality check." a couple times. So I do, a plugged nose breathe test (The first of three of my usual RC routine.) and it fails and I become lucid. I look around immediately to look for something to grab (Yay me for remembering to do that.), in this case, it happens to be my computer chair. I make sure to feel the tactile sensations quite vividly, looking at it, calming myself and making things clearer. Once that's done, things are still a bit fuzzy, so I count my fingers on my left hand (12!) and try to vocally clear things up by saying "I want to stay in this dream.". Alas, that dream haze never really leaves. All I managed to do beyond that was look out my kitchen window (The window of my current house.) and see two large military vehicles, camouflage and everything. (Ding! Crap, now I remember my dream before this one!). I say to myself "Wow" and I wake up. Actually, I wake up because my breathing was getting really weird like I needed a puff of asthma medicine. @_@

Not much going on, but at least I managed an LD longer than 3 seconds.

Dream Lucid

It was Thanksgiving day and I wanted to go smoke some weed before eating. I head out and meetup with some friends. I notice that I'm at the LA coliseum. Two joints were being lit and I was able to puff on one of them. A DC is bragging about how the weed he rolled into his was purple. He handed me his joint and let me spark it. I walked into the little tunnel thingy they have there to block the wind. I took the lighter and held the red flame to the end and sucked. It didn't light, at all. I though this was a bit odd so I pinched my nose, I could breathe through it. I tried lighting it again and it worked this time. Knowing that I was dreaming I smoked half the joint in one puff. The cloud of smoke that came out was amazing! I then started to think if I should do the task of the month or not, since it's near the end. Then I noticed my phone vibrated(I guess just thinking of maybe doing it just caused my dream to do it). I took it out and saw my sister texted me asking when I would be home. I replied asking her when dinner would be ready. She said in a few hours, then went on about how some guy came over to the house to look for something. Still being in the tunnel, I walked out into the coliseum and it was FILLED with people (I had been here for the Electric Daisy Carnival) music was blasting and people were just everywhere dancing. I just stood there enjoying the music and how it sounded so good! Then I woke up.

I was walking on the blacktop with my brother. I decided to RC.I became lucid and started to float and just fly instead of walking with him. Then I woke up

I am in my room. There are four of my classmates in the room. I sit on my bed and put some sweets on it. I also have an unopened bar of chocolate with me. One of the classmates asks me to give her some sweets. I give the rest except the chocolate to her. She gives me some money. I look at the coins. One 2,25 euro coin and a 1,75 euro coin. I wonder it for a while, but well, I've heard about 5 euro coins so why not 2,25 and 1,75? I ask her if they are euros or cents. "Cents", she answers. So a 22,5 and a 17,5 cent coin, then.
I leave the room and arrive on a forested hill. My class and a guide is also there. We go for a trip. The path is narrow and we have to walk in line. The next thing I remember is when we came back. This time the path is blocked. I climb about a metre. The path continues about a metre below me. I try to climb on the top of the hill, about one more metre, using the grass growing there to help me. "I could climb this if the rock wasn't wet", I say to the guide. I walk along the path and find a tree. I grab it and heave myself to the top of the hill. I see the rest of the class emerging from the forest. I feel my strength fade. One of them comes to me. "Fourth", he says. I think he meant himself. I manage to get myself on the top of the hill.
I enter a house through the door from which I came to the hill in the first place. It's a simple wooden house with nothing at all in it. Suddenly I realise I'm dreaming, but I feel the dream beginning to fade. I can almost feel my eyelids, closed to keep the image of the dream in my head. A DC comes in and says the dream will not end yet. I wait for the dream to stabilize and soon it does. Almost waking up worsened the dream's quality. I'm now dreaming in third person and have no touch sense. I leave the house. Soon my attention is captured by a scene nearby. There was someone telling Zeus he should leave this plane of existence for a while because his brother, a powerful wizard was plotting something. Next thing I remember is puncturing yellow and red balloons. The dream ended soon after that.

1) (fragment) I was somewhere when I heard a woman say, "At least I can say 'Ich liebe dich'! Haha!"
What's odd is that I don't know any German, but I understood her.

2) (another fragment) I am practicing my 'ser, estar and tener' Spanish homework.
Someone says "What is 'I am'?"
I reply "Soy, Estoy and tengo"
"What is 'You are'?"
"Eres and..." I faulter. The dream ends


How sad 0_o...

3) (yet another fragment lol ) Looking after an old woman, her pelvis being scanned, going into class and getting an approving nod. Drinking gold glitter.

I had two shamanic themed lucids last night, but lost the first one to taking dream notes during a false awakening. Lost a lot of detail on the second one to that as well.

Shamanic Lucid
Clarity: 5/10
Importance: 8/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm in TV's M.A.S.H., when Honeycutt, Radar and I get word from our shaman trainer to report to Japan. Since this is extremely short notice, I only have enough money to pay for my flight there, and nothing left over to live off of once I arrive. But I know I have to trust that these things will work themselves out somehow. Poor Radar doesn't even have enough money for the flight, but Colonel Potter hands him a wad of bill collected from everyone at the MASH unit and tells him they've got his back.

The three of us begin to paddle across a lake, each in our own separate boats. I think there were some lucid moments here, possibly some underwater scenes, but my recall of this part is poor. We arrive on the other side, and some guy meets us on the beach and gets us in an airplane to Japan.

We arrive in Japan and disembark in a mall. I enter a store, but inside is the most breath taking landscape I've ever seen. It's pristine nature with no sign of man at all. This place is so beautiful, it makes me lucid. This place is so spectacular, I don't even have to worry about losing lucidity, it's sheer beauty is a constant reminder. I forget what I did in this place, but I eventually leave and enter into another store containing a mountain landscape. This one is equally breath taking, with gentle mist hanging in the air and the sky a bright sunrise red. I don't recall what I did in this one either.

I leave the second landscape, and enter into a third store containing a forest landscape. I remember flying until my powers of flight give out and I land in the edge of the woods at a pool of water. I figure I'll try walking on the water, but looking as I put my foot on the water isn't working. So I look straight ahead and slightly up so I can't see the water, then try it and it works. I'm walking on water! Beneath my feet it feels like I'm walking on thin ice, and my heel keeps breaking through the ice. I look back down and see the thinnest possible layer of ice beneath my feet. I reach down and pick up a chunk which isn't even a millimeter thick.

I begin to eat the ice, then reach down for another piece. I turn this next piece into red candy and eat that. Then I see a cake in front of me on the hill and I begin to chow down on that too. I worry momentarily that I'm eating too much junk food, then realize that's silly because this is only a dream.

This was probably my longest lucid ever, but I don't recall most of my lucid time.

-We return to the MASH unit, and upon seeing Radar, Colonel Potter picks up the phone and says they need to adjust Radar's pay again.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I woke up just before 5:00 A.M. last night and was disappointed that I'd slept through most of the night, couldn't remember any dreams, and wasn't going to have time for another full sleep cycle before the rest of the house started getting up at 5:30. I decided to try to go back to sleep anyway, focusing once again on MILD affirmations and visualizations. It worked.

At some point between 5:00 and 6:40 [when I woke up for real], I have a false awakening where I'm in my current room and my bed is parallel to the closet doors [not perpendicular to them, as it is in reality]. I'm lying on the floor between the bed and the closet, all tangled up in my blankets. [I'm not sure when this happened relative to my other dreams, so I'm just sticking it here at the beginning.]

I'm looking at the results of a Google Image Search for something involving the terms “japan” and [I think] “front.” Almost all the photos that are coming up are of cherry blossoms, but one of them is of autumn leaves. I say something along the lines of, “There are about ten hundred billion pictures of cherry blossoms, but almost no pictures of the leaves.”

The next thing I know, I'm lying on my back in a wide expanse of grass. Several big, flat leaves in bright red, yellow, and green gently float down onto me from the nearest tree. The sky is blue and the weather is sunny, clear, and calm. There are trees spread out all over this grassy area, all with leaves that are turning autumn colors. Somewhere in here, I recognize that I'm dreaming, but there's no specific moment that triggers this realization. Saito is there with me, and I want to show him a seed pod from a magnolia tree. So, one comes rolling down the hill toward me, and I catch it. It's bigger than it would be in real life, and I say so when I show it to him. He says to me, “It's your mind.” Indeed; by now I'm not only aware that I'm dreaming, but I've caught on to the fact that this is my mind's rendering of what autumn is. I look around for an acorn, but find none. I say, “Of course there aren't any acorns – all my trees are are liquid-ambers.” [That's because that's what most of the trees in the neighborhood where I grew up were.]

This big, tall, flying guy in a blue costume with matching blue makeup, who looks like he came straight from a Cirque du Soleil production, comes and lifts me up in his arms and flies away with me. As I'm being lifted off the ground, the thought of hot-air balloons crosses my mind, and [for some inexplicable reason], I ask myself, “Which city in Canada is the balloon city?” The blue flying guy flies us through a series of very large, rectangular rooms with movie projection screens on all the walls and the ceiling. At first, the screens are showing immersive views of natural vistas in Canada, accompanied by some appropriately dramatic and inspiring music that I don't recognize. I'm not afraid, because I recognize that the movie screens and the guy flying me through them are all part of the Disney theme park attraction I'm now on. The attraction is kind of like Soarin' meets the CircleVision movie at Canada's pavilion in Epcot. The film footage is filmed in a style very much like that of Soarin'; it's obviously intended to make it look like you're flying, except that the shots are designed for the big rectangular screens. The film in the last room of the attraction shows the transition over the border into the U.S., and flies us over Mt. Rushmore and then under a waterfall projected on the back wall. We go under the waterfall by going through an opening in the wall.

Once I'm through the opening, I'm standing on the ground, and the blue flying guy is gone. I recognize the place where I'm standing as the interior of the Snow White's Scary Adventures attraction from Disneyland. There are no ride vehicles anywhere to be seen, though. The Evil Queen is just a little way in front of me. I approach her, and she turns around and says something scary [just like on the real ride]. I scream really loudly and high-pitched. For a few moments, terror completely overtakes all my awareness. While screaming, I think, Wake me up! Wake me up! hoping that the dream will end. [Remarkably,] It doesn't this time. I finish screaming, and observe that the dream hasn't ended, I'm still standing there, and the Evil Queen is also still standing there, turned to face the path where the ride vehicles should be, but is now motionless and silent, as she has finished saying her prerecorded phrase. So I start punching her in the face. I do this repeatedly, but I don't feel anything. While I'm beating her up, I shout at her: “You're an AAT*! I carry more complicated devices than you around on my back every day!” Which is true; she may be computer-controlled, but my laptop is much higher-tech. No longer afraid of her, I walk along the path and into the next scene of the attraction, where there is another AAT figure of the Evil Queen [this is the case in reality, too, but the track layout there is completely different]. This one turns around and starts to shriek something at me to try and scare me, but her words stop and peter out halfway through, because she can see that I'm not afraid of her. I continue walking through the scene. [*My personal shortening of “Audio-Animatronic™,” the robotic technology used to create characters in many attractions at Disney theme parks. I think I shouted more things than this, but this is all I remember shouting now.]

The next thing I know, I'm outside again, but surrounded by buildings this time. I decide to rub my hands together, only to discover that they're really hot. I realize that that's because my real hands are really hot under my blankets. That's the last thing I remember from that dream, but it seemed to take me a little longer to wake up fully. When I did, my face broke into a smile and then a laugh when I remembered the encounter with the Evil Queen. In reality, I had been pretty scared of those moments on that ride when I was a kid, and I still dislike them now. I'm really, really proud of this dream. I think facing something/someone you've been afraid of for a long time and standing up to it is quite an achievement, and a good, worthwhile use of the ability to lucid dream.

Hello. Man my subconscious is really though
Hours of sleep: 6.5
Vividness: 2/5
Recall:2/5

I'm standing in front of my old school. I enter it with someone (a friend). She says that we could use this chance to see our ex-biology-teacher.
I don't want to see him. I know that he's against to the fact that I'm studying education. I try to avoid the cafeteria, because I know he's there. I start arguing with her, try to find some excuse to not go there. She gets angry and says:
"You cannot run away your hole life! You are too afraid to see him face to face, that he says that you are making a mistake by choosing education and not chemistry or biology. And you know that he might be right. You know that you have got potential to became a good researcher. And you will never know if he's right! Screw you!"

... Well ... No comment

I haven't bothered taking notes of my dreams when I wake, relying instead on memory. I recall my dreams until I fall back asleep. Unfortunately, that causes me to have the same dream over, only with knowledge of the first time around at my disposal. Then when I wake up for good, having two versions of the same dream makes it very difficult to properly recall either of them. But they were all pretty dull anyways.

The only dream of note I can recall was a fragment from 3 days ago.


Fragment: Chuck Norris Cult
A guy walks up to me and asks in a tone of voice that implies a joke "What does it take to join the Chuck Norris cult?"

"I don't know, what?" I reply, waiting for the punch line.

"If you knew, you'd already be a member." he tells me.

This somehow seems profound and makes an odd kind of sense. "Well them maybe I'm already a member", I say to him.

Somehow it seemed funnier in the dream than it did upon waking.

was the weekend on a monday and about plans for hte night. I had mom and dad drop me of with my friends that i havnt hung out with for a while near walgreens. We went into walgreens and i wandered looken for an electric ciggarete while they stole shit. We went back outside and discussed our plans for the night. We were on some huge hill and a guy on a skate board flew down it and caught a ton of air and landed it.. Another friend showed up of mine who is in juvie and i talked with him bout it for a while and asked him how hed stay outa there. He didnt no. The dream ended

I woke up...Thought about my dream for a little while. Had to get up to get ready for school. I came back in to type up my dream journal and the dream was gone. This keeps happening. Hopefully I'll remember by the end of the day like I did yesterday. Also, I don't know why but for the first time in a long time I tossed and turned... No more trying to get Lucid on school nights >.< It makes me to damn tired.

This Dream began at school and ended at my cousins house (A cousin I don't actually have in reality). Anyhow, my cousin borrowed 900 dollars from me at school and said she'd pay it back, but then she disappeared for a year or two and I had to track her down.
When I finally caught up to her at her house (because she had moved) she was in rough shape. Depressed and getting overweight and had that emo-look. No one was home but her when I arrived and so I fenced around with asking her about the money, because I thought it would be a hard thing for her to live up to, knowing what state she was in now.
Anyhow, I finally asked her about the money and she told me the cheque was in a drawer in her bedroom, so I went and got it and attached to it was a note addressed to me. It was about my writing and how she found it inspiring, especially the "Horse" poem and she said in the letter that she'd love to read more of them.
So I went back downstairs and thanked her for the cheque. Then I fenced around asking her about the note, and decided to just set it 'on the table' so to speak, so I said "so you liked my Horse poems?" and she said "yeah" and then I forget what happened, but I think I went to the bank to cash the cheque, all the while worrying that it would bounce.

This kid was my age and trying to kill me the whole dream with a revolver.

I remember him following me through a neighborhood and into many residents' houses and only me and him were in the dream.
He followed me through a swamp and we fought fist fights many times in the dream and I tried countless times to convince him to not kill me because it was rediculous how everytime I got his gun away from him, he had another.

End of the dream that i remembered was him and I became friends and both talked about our knife collections.
Turns out he acts just like me.