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Alrigtht lets begin:
LUCID FAIL!
So I was in my neighborhood in the middle of the street between my house and my friends. It was night and it was fall (oddly enough this was in september). And I do the same DILD technique (if i go to my house i'll wake up) And then i realized i was dreaming.
So i try to Fly when suddenly i can't i keep trying and trying but i just can't
i actually tried to summon Jason Vorhees but couldn't do it so i just go inside my house and wake up.
LUCID FAIL!

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Alrigtht lets begin:
THE FLYING DREAM
So I was sleeping over at my friends house (i know a little weird) And i was dreaming about something (idk what it was)
So i start running to my house thinking "If I go to my house I'll wake up!" Then it hit me: I was dreaming
i often did do the previous thing (go to here and i'll wake up)
but i never really thought i was dreaming until i saw something about it. After i became lucid i jumped up and began to fly!
it was kinda weird though since i was in a weird position. But after that i flew pretty much for the rest of the dream. I actually sometimes couldn't fly for a little bit but i quickly came back
IT WAS AWESOME!

I am standing on the deck of my old house, I can feel my body in my bed slightly, and remember having just been laying down. "I must be dreaming..." I say, I jump off the deck and start flying. I yell, "I'M DREAMING, YEAH!!!" I feel myself stalling in the air, I slow down.

I then feel myself waking up, I say to myself, "Damn!" and wake up.

Good morning everybody. It's Saturday, so I have some time for side notes. Usually I post my dreams via phone, on my subway ride in to the city.

I remember five dreams from last night. But I can't remember any of them very well. I've been pounding NyQuil every night, and that really affects my recall -- though it doesn't seem to affect the weirdness of my dreams too much.

Looking back on these dreams, it seems pretty obvious a lot of the imagery comes from a photo article msn.com had yesterday about huge mansions. A lot of the mansions had movie theatres. And one of the mansions had the "organic shape" of the science lab in the first dream.

I was lucid for about half a second in the fourth dream. I seldom get a solid lucid dream. Maybe once a year. I don't try. Lucidity, like meditation and OBEs, seems to be bad for my nerves rather than good. I don't know why. I usually let my dream life just take its course.

Also -- sorry to MoSh for appropriating his avatar into the fifth dream. I think I have found the dream-sharing interactions on this site so interesting here that I made up a DC to dream-share with.

Dream #1

I was in a restaurant with my female friend T. The restaurant was nice, dim, with tall tables and chairs, all widely spaced. There were very few people in the restaurant. However, I ended up talking with some guy sitting a few tables away from us.

The guy and I ended up talking about spiders. I was trying to make some point about how spiders are actually nicer than a lot of people think. I was trying to use some weird etymological (not entomological) argument.

Eventually I turned to T and asked, "How do you say 'phobia of spiders?'"

T asked, "In Japanese or French?"

I said, "In French, of course!" as if the argument had all been based on French etymology.

T gave me the phrase. But as she did, it was also like I was trying to work through the phrase in my own mind, trying to recall it for myself. As I did so, it was like T was explaining a whole series of things regarding phobias.

T expanded over my whole field of view. Darkness surrounded her. She was eating some kind of tofu soup. I now focused deeply on one of the cubes of tofu. It seemed to break in the broth. The fragments dissolved and became something like stars in the darkness.

As this happened, T was explaining the optical, neurological, and muscular processes of a phobia. As she finished her discussion, the stars became directed toward moving out of some kind of wall. I seemed to be moving with the stars. They pushed out through and past the wall. I went with the.

Outside the wall, I looked back to see that this "wall" had been some kind of half sphere of organic material, like a microscopic picture of a spore. The view of this was in black and white, with all the outlines and ridges of the "spore" in white and all the smooth parts of the spore and the spore's surroundings in black.

As this was occurring, I heard T say, "You see, we can take any sort of psychological process, such as the phobia of spiders, determine its physical characteristics, even down to the temperature change of the body, and re-engineer an organism through these phenomena. And that is how we've created our first mouse."

I was now floating deep in the blue waters of a sea. I saw, down at the sea's floor, an organically curved building, which I recognized as a research lab, covered in sand.

I thought to myself, Why would they have created a mouse? Wouldn't they have created a human from all that human data? But I then realized that you would first have to create small animals, then work your way up to larger animals. I also realized that all of this would have to take place in the depths of the sea, because you'd need the pressure.

I now saw inside the research lab. I saw inside an office that was unlit. The only light coming into the office was from another room, and from the wall-sized window which showed the blue sea outside.

A man sat in the office. He was young, tall, strong, tan-skinned, with slightly curly hair that went just below his shoulders and gentle blue-green eyes. He wore a slightly loosed blue-green t-shirt and blue jeans.

The man was on an old-style, big cell phone with his girlfriend. He was talking about how hard this work was. He sometimes wondered if it was even worth it for him to continue. He also wondered something like whether it was ethical for him to be doing this kind of work.

But he then told his girlfriend, "But, hey, they're paying me 30 a month! That's right! I mean 30 Gs!"

I quickly did the calculation and realized this was a lot of money.

Dream #2

I was in a stadium-style movie theatre. The movie was playing. The movie theatre was relatively empty. In fact, the only people who were there, I think, were friends of mine. The movie theatre may have been part of something like a hotel or resort, and we all may have been at this resort for some specific lesson or project.

I saw my friend T down a few rows from me. I went down to her row and started flirting with her. We ended up cuddling, and getting to the point where I had her long skirt pushed up pretty far on her legs. I thought we might even be getting ready to go back to her room.

But T got up and went somewhere else. I sat watching the movie for a little while. Then I saw an extremely attractive, blonde woman in her mid-20s down a couple of rows from me. I didn't know her, but I went to talk to her. She was very well-groomed, and she wore a pale purple, fuzzy sweater and a long skirt.

We were talking for a little while. Then she started leaning and nuzzling against me. I thought I probably shouldn't respond so much to her, after I had been messing with T and getting her so excited. But I eventually got so aroused by the woman's advances that I began responding.

We started getting pretty involved. I thought to myself, All my friends are in the rows behind and above me. They can all see what I'm doing, right after I'd been doing it with T. What will they think? And what if T is still back there?

The blonde woman and I were now in some store that looked like a dollar store full of Christmas decorations. We were embracing each other fondly and calmly, as if comfortable with the thought of soon being in bed with each other. We stood near a wall-height window in the store. The sunlight was bright and golden-white.

Suddenly I could sense T coming from some part of the store behind us. I thought, I can't let T see me like this! She'll be so upset! She likes me so much!

So I took the blonde woman, folded her up (like she was now only three feet tall), and shoved her into a clear-plastic shelf. The shelf was also holding metallic red and gold letter-shaped Christmas streamers wrapped in flat cellophane packaging with cardboard tops.

I turned back and looked along the aisles. It was a little bit dimmer farther back in the store. I could see T walking up toward me. She was smiling somewhat innocently. When she finally got up to me, I could see that her hair had gotten long and kind of messy.

Dream #3

I floated down from the ceiling of a basketball auditorium. I descended over a wide staircase, at the top of which was a wide entranceway. At the bottom of the staircase was the basketball court.

A group of people walked out from the entranceway as I descended the final slow feet to the stairs. The group was led by a white man. He didn't look real at all. He looked like a cartoon. He was amazingly wide, with unnaturally tanned skin, a plasticky wave of hair, and a frozen grin. He wore a sea-green polo shirt and khaki slacks.

Behind this white man were five black men, dressed up like the Harlem Globetrotters. They all looked like terribly exaggerated cartoons! One of them even looked like the bottom half of a bowling ball in red and white striped shorts -- with no top half for his body!

I told myself, This is unreal. I'm dreaming.

As soon as I realized I was dreaming, everything took on such a tactile clarity that I felt like I was awake. I said to myself, Oh. I guess I just woke up from my dream. No wonder I thought I was dreaming. I told myself, Well, hopefully next time I'll realize I'm dreaming while I'm actually dreaming.

The basketball players all ran out to the court. I ran out as well. It was like I was supposed to play against all of them. They all ran around me with the ball. I kept almost getting the ball from them. But they would pass it around and keep it away from me.

At one point, all five basketball players were in a line, tossing the ball back to the next person as I approached the person who had the ball. I was especially frustrated not being able to get the ball from the player who didn't even have a top half to his body!

The players were now all around me, near the hoop. The were surrounding me. I felt like if I didn't get the ball now, I would lose for sure! Suddenly, a white woman dressed up as Super Mario got the ball from one of the players. She bent over to look into my face (as if I were waist-high -- only a child?) and nodded at me, letting me know she was on my side.

The Super Mario girl soared up into the air. It looked like she was going to make a slam dunk! The hooped seemed to be 20 feet high. But the girl looked like she was going to make it. But as she approached the hoop, she just threw the ball straight at the net. The ball flew off and rolled away somewhere off the court.

The Super Mario girl landed. Some of my other teammates gathered around me. (I only came up to their waists, as if I were a child, although this didn't occur to me in the dream.) The Super Mario girl may now have been wearing spring-green overalls and a pink shirt with tiny, little flower designs on it, though she still had the Mario nose and mustache.

The teammates all explained to me that the Super Mario girl could have made the dunk. But that wasn't the point of this game. I looked at the ground. I didn't want to hear that. I thought, If she could have made the dunk she should have just made it. The basketball players had all frustrated me so much. Somebody should just have dunked on them!

Dream #4

I was in a basement of some really fancy hotel or house. The basement was like a nice, den-like room, with warm, orange walls. There were a lot of people here. We were all having some kind of multi-day party or retreat. We were all somewhat rich, and most of us had been friends for a while.

There were a few groups of us standing in a few different lines to get night-time desserts from a number of different small bars before heading to some late-evening recreation like playing an easy sport or watching a movie.

I was (or was seeing from the viewpoint of) a white man in his 50s or 60s. I was somewhat tall, strong, with tanned skin. I had grey-white hair, short, and well-combed. I had steel-blue eyes. I wore a blue shirt, possibly navy blue, and pale-khaki or white khaki shorts.

In front of me was a little boy. He was blonde, very pretty. He seemed to be wearing only a pale blue, long-sleeved, Gap shirt (which is what I wear as a shirt to go to bed) and nothing else. The shirt went down almost to the young boy's knees.

I and the boy still had a few more people to go before we would get served. The bar we were at looked like it had some kind of tropical theme: it had bamboo shoots for the bar front, and had a roof over it that looked liked thatched palm leaves.

I seemed to be hugging the boy from behind. The boy finally told me he didn't feel like he wanted to do this, and that he really didn't want to do the late night activity. I understood that the boy just wanted to go to bed.

I got out of line with the boy and began walking out of the room. As I did so, I said goodbye to a few people, explaining that I was heading out for the night, because the little boy figured it was time to go to bed.

I noticed how all the other older men were with older women, like they were with their wives. I couldn't figure out why I was with a little boy.

Dream #5

I walked into an apartment that was a maybe three or four floors up in its building. The apartment had brick walls, and it looked out over some kind of city scene, like in a slightly busy area of Brooklyn or Manhattan.

It was late afternoon. The light outside was dim blue. But inside the apartment it was warm and well-lit. The apartment felt cluttered, but nice and comfortable.

There were other people in the apartment, all friends. It was like we were having a party. Everybody was happy and cheerful. But I also had a sense that we were really here to strategize about something. It was like we were making plans to defend ourselves against some really bad thing that was about to happen or that had already begun happening and was in its early, relatively mild stages.

The apartment may have been a very large studio, so that the kitchen, the dining room, the living room, and the bedroom, were all really "one room," even though the place was large enough and the space was varied enough so that each diferent place felt like a "different room."

I walked over to the dining table, near the front windows. The kitchen was just to my right. I looked at a sheet of paper. It was in a different language. I began talking about what was written on the paper.

One of my friends, a young man all dressed up in fancy garb and a powdered wig, like the picture of Vivaldi in MoSh's avatar on this site, came up to me and asked me if I spoke the language on the sheet of paper.

"Oh, no," I replied. "I don't speak Latin. I don't speak any language other than English. I mean, I think people are fooled, because I learn songs in other languages, and I sing those songs pretty well. But that's mostly j-pop, and I definitely don't speak Japanese."

I felt stupid, having to admit that I didn't speak Latin, after I had spoken, apparently with a tone of authority, regarding the language on the sheet. I thought I had acted in a misleading way. So now I tried to make up for it by thinking of a song that I knew in Latin. But all I could think of was Leporello's aria from Mozart's Don Giovanni. And I knew that "wasn't quite" Latin.

I began to see the words of Leporello's aria handwritten in pencil on a sheet of paper, very watery and blurry.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning. Had a few beers last night, and didn't expect to have more than a few dreams, but alas! I did have more than a few. Feeeeeeew!

9.30: Running around randomly
I'm with my friend Felix and he's together with a girl from our class in highschool. Monica is there aswell and we're all running around the town, playing some kind of tag. Next thing I know, we're in a car driving along a country road. I take the wheel and I can't control the damn thing. I crash into a white fence and the owners of the house comes out screaming. "Yeah yeah, I'll fix it" I tell them.

9.30: Fishing
I'm with my two brothers and we're fishing. We only got one rod so we have to take turns. I put on a worm and it's really wriggling, always slipping off the hook. It doesn't take more than a second for my brother to get his first fish. It's ugly, grey and slimy. I grab the rod and I see something in the water. It's a hurt abborre. I get really excited and try to catch it.

9.30: Plumbing job
I'm trying to install a drain for a vampire. It's supposed to be in sand on some kind of plateau. I work on it for a few minutes for myself and when I'm done, the vampire lord comes up to me. My foot hits something and I look back. A blue and black head with pointy fangs is in the sand, trying to bite me. I move away and I ask the vampire what the hell that thing is. "Oh well... He tried to set me on fire a few hundred years ago..." he tells me while looking very sad. It starts raining down ash and small firespecks like he's projecting the memory onto reality.

12.00: Pokémon
I'm watching my friend G review the latest Pokémon game. He's got some imba pokémon worm thingy, made out of crystals. He's fighting another guy. They tell me some numbers and I don't really listen. A movie plays before my eyes and there's a narrator. "This game contains over 40 hidden mist villages, and alot of other things to explore. It will be the last game int he Pokémon series" I can see Supermario 2 on the screen and he's jumping blocks and doing some complicated shit.

12.00: Ass kicked in store
I'm in a store with Monica. I grab a bag of candy and a milky way bar. I walk to the register and I see my sister's ex. He seems happy and is buying some snus. His two friends are also standing by the register but make room for me, allowing me to go ahead of them. "Oh thanks" I tell them and I start unloading my things. I put up a milk and suddenly the two friends are standing very close. They put a "Next customer" sign just behind my milk. "Oh sorry, you guys go ahead" I tell them and I'm just about to move. They slam me down on the floor with a legsweep and starts kicking me. I groan and grunt as each kick hits my body. It doesn't really hurt. They walk away and I stand up, and shrug.

12.00: Fragment
*A young black guy is talking about his brother and how he achieved superpowers. He's explaining it all in an extremely homosexual way, and does that hand gesture: "Talk to the hand!"

Amount of sleep: 10 hours

Food before bed: Beer and 2 x Omega-3

That's it! I felt like I was going to have a lucid, and I think I was close to attaining lucidity, but I never got there. Tonight I will just chill out and try to think as much about lucid dreaming as I can. We'll see!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Dream fragment
I was on a beach with some kids and we saw this really bright shining sparkley crab.

Second dream
Where the world trade center, twin towers in New York where the 9/11 happened, there was this masssiiivveee church, just as big standing all new in its place. The church slopped a bit. Me and some random dream friend ran up these stairs all the way to the top. We didn't take the lift. In the stair well, it was dim lit with plants growing on each floor and it was really earthy and nice. When we got to the top, it was cold and there was a fog below the platform we stood on, so we couldn't see down to the street below. There were priests and other religious people, giving us bunches of lollies sayin', 'throw them down to the streets below! For all the people!', because there were heaps of people on the street below all crowded around the church, it being new and all. So we threw them down into this fog we couldn't see past. I threw one out too far and it landed in these random icecream fridges on the same level as us... I kept throwing them down. I think there were pineapple/banana lumps..... These really tasty looking chocolates I saw at the Deli yesterday but didn't buy. I hear bells, ran down the stairs, talked to someone really breifly than ran back up and continued with my lolly dropping......mmm

Awake and forming logic
I figured, that because at the top, because there were walls and random 'floating' ice cream fridges and a fog, we were infact just being bribed into throwing lollies onto the floor of this level in the church, the very top level. It was like the priests little candy/lolly/icecream room. Its so strange. They have a little hangout where they can chill and eat ice cream and banana ( ) lumps. argh! I want a room like that!

I had a dream I kissed her (H_____) - she was right there next to me while I was sleeping but I hadn't had a chance to - I woke up and went back to my room around 4 am, she didn't notice me leave until the next morning

A little more success this morning; I dreamt that I was watching the making of some 60 Minutes special interviewing 25 people who were involved in ... something in the 60's or I don't remember exactly. Mike Wallace was interviewing people, but he was also one of the people involved, so he was interviewed by a woman named "Silica". +1

0 !

I was at home, and we were having some sort of party. Randomly Miley Cyrus shows up (though she didn't look like herself; she was blonde I think with blue eyes, and was wearing some blue plaid shirt and jeans). I sort of want to release my hate on her but I decide I should try to be nice for now at least. We ate pizza, and then she went to leave. She went to some van outside and was about to drive away. I called out to her and asked her what instrument she thought I played. Before she could say anything, the dream had faded.

Kids

In this dream I was driving two little 3 year old kids to their parent's house. They seemed lost. I remember the little girl sitting on my lap As I was driving. When I got to the place where their parants were I was unsure of how to pick the girl up and put her down without it looking creepy. But somehow i manage to get her into her father's arms safely.

Camp

Something about being at a camp party, can't remember much just walking around a lot.

Lucid

I was floating around some city. I came near a bridge and saw some weird megalithic structure coming out of the river. It was huge and brown. didn't know what to make of it so I floated away.

Fund myself walking on some street in a residential area and spotted Jaas and his gf Haley. I said "hi," to them when I became lucid as I passed but they both gave me a dirty look. I said "fine, if you'll be like that I suppose I'll just fly then."

I flew upwards anjoying my lucidity. i then decided that I should do nothing and stabilize the dream. I got in the cross legged position in mid air and slowly floated down to the curb while fixating my gaze on the dream. As I landed on the curb it felt pretty stable and solid. I decided to try time dilation so I put my hand on the ground, I focused in between my fingers and began counting. I counted to 10 really ast and decided to slow down. I wanted to stop at 12 and did but by then the dream seemed really intense and then it destabilized.

tank bus

some weird dream where I was in a large army house that was being taken over by bad people. I vividly remember jumping and floating down some step. I was trying to get to a big tank bus. I managed to get inside it unnoticed and then started driving it out of the building. My memory fades here.

Big House

I was in some tall house that was under construction. I had to go up stair cases to the top level. Then I went back down. I found a treble light on a deck a few stories up and a supervisor told me to go unplug it. I followed the chord up a few floors and in and out a bunch of rooms while also untangling from other chords. This was very long and tedious.. Eventually I found where the plugin was and unplugged the light.

John M

Had a dream where i ran into an old friend John M at a house party. I said last time i sen him he was a meth head. Bt now he was healthy with a round face, sunglasses and bleach blonde hair. We talked a lot and caught up on old times.

My new GF is a slut.

I was at some house party where a local olds band "Nobody's Shadow" was playing. I had some native gf that was new...We ewnt around the party a lot. At one point I got up and tried to leave the party but the singer of the band persuaded me to stay.

So I went back to the table with my new gf. and people were telling me stories about how she had a new bf every week. There were twin brothers at the party and apparently she dated both of them. One of them went up to me and wanted to fight. I was like, "Are you serious? She's the slut, you should be slapping her... why pick on the poor new innocent guy like me?". then he said something to me which was mean, and I said something dumb like. 'Well perhaps there's Poo poo in your bed... That was me... sheesh." but nobody cracked up.

I was Mr. Darcy. Well sort of. Really I was a woman, impersonating Mr. Darcy. For some strange reason, my goal was to get to Jane. To make her love me. I was going to show her that I was a woman, make her realize that sort of love was okay. I was at a bar, drinking with the rest of the guys. It was actually quite enjoyable. I was tired, so then went to sleep. The next day I was at Jane's house. We were kissing under a tree. Something happened and we needed to run quickly. It was as if we had been discovered. I grabbed her hand and took to the air. I told her it was faster to travel this way. I figured we would just head to the moon when I heard this meow... and my cat licked my ear, waking me up.

October 29, 2010

Popped G/C and Melissa. Bit of a waste. Mantra'd "This is a dream." I love this mantra, now. Short, and does the trick.

The Possession (MILD, I suppose, but I was lucid the whole time)
There was myself and two DC's.

Sylvia and I were witches. We were battling some major undead demon that was able to spawn black banshees. We were in a graveyard, and black banshees spawned all around us. We defeated them, and won. We managed to get right close into the big guy, who I called Vlad. Sylvia staked him (not with a cross, but with an imbued, sharpened bit of wood) and I doused him with imbued water. The water, my dream knowledge quickly told me, was imbued with life energy (this hearkens back to a Final Fantasy trick. If you cast a Life spell on an undead, it instantly "kills" them).

However, something happened in the moment of Vlad's death, and it killed Sylvia also. Back at a house, I was attempting to prop Sylvia up. I still had some life water left from the fight, and I was going to pour some down her throat. Trevor came into the room and saw us. "Oh my god!" he exclaimed.

"Help me prop her up," I instructed him.

He came over and held her up. I poured the rest of the water into her mouth. We looked at each other, and a beat later, her eyes snapped open. Then, she started attacking me! "Sylvia, what the hell!" I shouted.

As we fought, I realized that she was possessed by something evil. "Trevor, hold her down! I need to imbue a different type of water!" I said. He grabbed her from behind and subdued her as I escaped the room.

I went just across the hall into the kitchen. I pulled a pot out of a cupboard next to the stove, but it was really small. This won't do. I hovered my hands around the sides of the pot, and expanded them outwards. The pot changed shape with my motions, expanding to the size of a dutch oven. I conjured water to fill the pot by placing my hand at the bottom, and lifting it upwards. The water level followed my hand. Then, I needed it to boil, so I wiggled my fingers at the pot and watched the water start to ripple, then bubble, then come to a full boil (I was so impressed with the control at this part, too!).

As the water boiled, I held my hands over the water and they started to glow. I spoke an incantation. I can't remember exactly what I said, but I basically instructed the water to cleanse whatever evil is in Sylvia, out of her.

I brought the water (in a water bottle) back in the room, and Trevor had Sylvia held down on the bed. I cleared my throat, and he moved over slightly so I could get the water in her. She glared at me and I told her, "Drink this, now!" I poured some water in her mouth, and she didn't swallow it. In fact, she started gargling it, just to piss me off. I tried to hold her jaw shut and put my hand over her mouth so she would have not other choice but to swallow it. However, it didn't work, and she eventually spit it back out at me.

I dragged her off the bed and could see that whatever evil thingy was trying to possess her, the good Sylvia was fighting it. She was having troubles standing and I taunted the evil spirit, saying it was done.

I dragged evil Sylvia over to the kitchen, and put the pot of now cold water on the floor... and dunked her head in it a few times. She finally swallowed some water, and the evil spirit was defeated. We sat for a moment as she recovered.

I think I actually had 9 dreams or more. Late in the night, I was having really short cycles, about 15-30 minutes each. After a few, I realized I should try to DEILD chain them and then succeeded in having 2 lucids. But I didn't write anything down so my recall of the lucids to spotty and some of the non-lucids in between are lost.

Also, one of my best nights on Zeo. Scored 92. 8h 54m total sleep with 3h 37m in REM.

The Pink Dress
0914: C. Cycle 3 dream. It's Halloween or close to it. I'm in the Daisetta house. I'm arguing with my sister about something. I walk outside and lay on some couch cushions at the street curb. One of the neighbors is a an attractive young woman. An ex-girlfriend? She's dressed in a hot pink party dress with black trim and sunglasses. I thought of Marilyn Monroe. I guess it's a Halloween costume. She's walking around me, as if trying to arouse me or make me jealous. She has a younger sister of about 10 years who is also in a dress and is mimicking her older sister. The little girl is stumbling around in high heels and it's kinda funny. At one point, the little girls says "I just ate my burning bush." The older girl and I both laugh.

WBTB, 10 minutes

Family, TV Show
1025: D. Jumpy. Not sure of the order here. Sharing a room with my sister. I am folding laundry. She has written on a dry-erase board: "DO PIANO." She says something to my mother about Tai Chi. Watching the Jay Leno show. In the audience are a bunch of women from the army. They play 20 questions with the male actor guest. I recognized him but can't think of his name. In the dream, they call him "Clausen."

Sleazy Game Show Director
1111: C. No dreambody for me. Just watching like a movie. Two twin teenage girls wandering in the middle of nowhere. They hear voices coming from an abandoned warehouse. Inside, they find what looks like the filming set of a television game show. But all the people are just cardboard cutouts. There's only one real man who is "directing" this strange show. He's really sleazy. The girls approach him and he tries to convince them to appear on camera.

fragment
1130: D. This is where the really short dreams started. Man has a book of jokes. He's reading them aloud and laughing. In the floor are grooves on in the grooves are marbles. So you can place a chair on the marbles and slide it around.

Mocking Note-Taking
1145: C. I'm in my own bedroom with friends H, B, and D. H is explaining something. My television screen has been unplugged and moved on to my desk. I have a pen and am pretending to take notes on what H is saying on the palm of my hand. I'm trying to make B and D laugh. The conversation gets sidetracked by my prank and H is interrupted.

First Lucid, Angry
Method DILD (prospective memory)
Lucidity C
Control D
Vividness C
I am in the bedroom of the Daisetta house. H is also here with a bunch of other DCs who I suppose are his friends. I don't know them but we are all hanging out and it's cool. I am wearing pajamas and at some point I rip my pants. The DCs all tease me and I get really embarrassed and angry. I storm off to the kitchen and sit in a chair to stew in my anger. Occasionally, the DCs would pass by on their way to the fridge and would tease me more. As I'm thinking, I remember my intention to become lucid and become lucid. I nose-plug RC. Then I grab one of the mean DCs, lift him up, and throw him out the front door. I do this with a couple other of the DCs. Now everyone is upset at me. I walk outside. It's dark of night. The street is lit with the red and blue flashing lights of police cars. Dream fades.

there were some short non-lucids in between here, but I can't recall any details

Second Lucid, Task Attempts
Method DEILD
Lucidity C
Control C
Vividness C
From a non-lucid, I DEILD into this one. I was trying to re-enter the scene from the earlier lucid. The scene ended up being similar but not the same. I'm on a dark street in a residential neighborhood. Across the street is a gas station. I try to remember my goal for today. I was actually summon a bunch of my friends and have a party. But in this dream, all I remembered was to try summoning. So I try summoning S from work with the turn-around technique. I try and fail several times. Then I think to call her. I don't have my phone. I walk to the convenience store in the gas station, hoping to buy a prepaid cell phone. There are two attendants inside. They are arguing over something. I'm reminded of a scene from the movie Encino Man (wow that was a long time ago). I get impatient and just steal one of their personal cell phones. I don't actually know S's phone number so I just dial a bunch of random numbers. It rings and goes to her voice mail. Her outgoing message is weird. Half way through it, I start to will the message to be more personal. At the end she says "I love you." Not very satisfying.

I decide to do something else. Many of my recent lucids have been kinda weak and unfocused like this. I walk through the neighborhood and find a group of DCs sitting in what looks like a line of roller coaster cars. But they are just on the ground on the sidewalk. I talk to one pair of women. I think they are in their 30s. One has long black hair and is wearing a blue blouse. I don't remember what we talked about. Here, lucidity fades and I don't recall any more of the dream.

a few more short non-lucids that I don't recall anything detail about

Date:10-27-10
Time: 2:30 pm.

This isn't a dream post in the regular sense, this is more of food for thought. Different (not new) ideas about dreaming. I mention God, and soul, but there isn't a specific religion, and this isn't me preaching. I don't mean to offend anyone, or take anyone's enjoyment out of Lucid dreaming, if you don't agree, that is perfectly fine, but this post is more for the thinkers on the sight. Also I don't take on sides of Astral Projecting/OBEing/Lucid dreaming. Instead I think of them more of experiences than any kind of category. I will post a link to a new thread, so please do not comment here. Comment on the actual post. Thanks, and enjoy!

What if lucid dreaming was more than dreaming while being conscious What if it was a gateway to another world? Think about it, all of the dream characters some of them you have never seen before, what if they were actual beings? Sure some of them are just DCs representing you, but what if there were others that weren't? Today I took an hour long nap, a successful wild! After several failed attempts at realizing FAs, I finally started to think, I ended getting out of my bed at my place of work. From there the rest were LDs. This isn't going to be a post about my specific LDs (coming shortly), they are about my ideas that I ended up with during the dream.

I want to make a few notes about what I have discovered in the dream world today. First DCs are representations of yourself. What ever your thinking, that DC will be saying. I noticed several times when I was thinking or talking to myself, a nearby DC was repeating it, at first I didn't think anything of it, since it always happened, but now I paid attention to what I was thinking, and who was talking. The exact same thing. Now this idea goes further with, whatever your doing (just not controlling the dream world, instead just letting it happen) will be done to you. I noticed a DC eating something, but for some odd reason my mouth felt like it was full of food and I couldn't do anything. I didn't put two and two together until today as I have had that happen several times. Other properties about yourself can be manipulated by a DC along with the DC can manipulate yourself. You almost trick yourself out when in a dreamworld. Once I understood this, then I could control anything I wanted. I could fly at will (no arm flailing), summon tornadoes, breathe underwater, run super fast, read minds (my own haha), shoot energy blasts, and tons of others when the other night all I could do was explore. Flying was the best one I got the hang of it, no more butterflies, just the excitement to be able to fly! I used to walk my dog at night, and looked up into the sky and said I wish cool nights like this were in my dreams, and that I could fly! Today it happened! More to what I accomplished in the actual dream journal entry!

Have you ever heard a radio in your dreams? For me I never noticed until now, but there were always some kind of background noise somewhere. Once I started listening to it I found the source. It sounded like rapid clips of commercials, shows, and songs put together, and having it play super fast. Kind of sounds like channel surfing. You have the white noise, and occasionally you'll come across a channel that works and hear it for a second until you switch it. Now imagine there are hidden messages within it. It seems like your being is being contacted (no pun intended) by another being through this. I listened closely at it. First I thought it was just everything I heard today being played at a super fast rate, that my subconscious was playing it out. Then I thought it was all of my thoughts playing at a super alarming rate, since my dream is within my head, people can speak as fast as they think! there are no physical limits.

Then I heard the word God a couple of times and sat down next to it and listened. It brought up all of my concerns about dieing. It even said I had till Halloween night, or right around it until I was going to die. Then an announcer came on the speaker phone of were I was at and asked if there was some body named something was there, I couldn't remember the name. And the radio laughed and said never mind. They said that i was afraid of being just short of making it into purgatory and that I was afraid I would end up in hell. That was correct, that is what I am afraid of, not death itself. They said something about cleaning up my act, and that I would make it to heaven eventually, I just have to make peace with God. Then I tried asking a question but the radio shut off. It turned back on after a couple of minutes and said that what I was experiencing was part of the afterlife, since we have a soul we are able to just barely connect with other souls. But there are still DCs that were just DCs made up by my mind.

Then I met two people who escorted me around my dream, I asked questions about this afterlife thought, and said it was true. I just thought back to when somebody on here said DCs tend to try and trick you into believing your not dreaming. So I denied it for a couple of seconds until I thought of something. I asked well aren't you two apart of my dream, so I can control you, and I attempted to control them and their actions, but I couldn't. I could do it on everything else, but couldn't on them. So I began to wonder about it. They said we were able to control what we called a "dream" by physical manipulation of the environment. Since there were no laws of physics, I could fly, but it was me flying, it was the environment bending to what I wanted. Objects can appear, because the environment put them there, not us. That is why we have to turn around think of something, then turn back around and it is there. Then shortly after all of these thoughts I woke up, but with brand new ideas of what the meaning of our dreams, and why we have them.

Date:10-27-10
Time: 2:30 pm.

This isn't a dream post in the regular sense, this is more of food for thought. Different (not new) ideas about dreaming. I mention God, and soul, but there isn't a specific religion, and this isn't me preaching. I don't mean to offend anyone, or take anyone's enjoyment out of Lucid dreaming, if you don't agree, that is perfectly fine, but this post is more for the thinkers on the sight. Also I don't take on sides of Astral Projecting/OBEing/Lucid dreaming. Instead I think of them more of experiences than any kind of category. I will post a link to a new thread, so please do not comment here. Comment on the actual post. Thanks, and enjoy!

What if lucid dreaming was more than dreaming while being conscious What if it was a gateway to another world(Not the astral realm, but the after life!)? Think about it, all of the dream characters some of them you have never seen before, what if they were actual beings? Sure some of them are just dream characters representing you, but what if there were others that weren't? Today I took an hour long nap, a successful WILD! After several failed attempts at realizing false awakenings, I finally started to think. I ended getting out of my bed at my place of work. From there the rest were lucid dreams. This isn't going to be a post about my specific lucid dreams (coming shortly), they are about my ideas that I ended up with during the dream.

Getting started: I want to make a few notes about what I have discovered in the dream world today. First dream charactersare representations of yourself. What ever your thinking, that DC will be saying. I noticed several times when I was thinking or talking to myself, a nearby dream character was repeating it. At first I didn't think anything of it, since it always happened, but now I paid attention to what I was thinking, and who was talking. The exact same thing was being thought, and said. Now this idea goes further with, whatever your doing (just not controlling the dream world by manipulation, instead just letting it happen) will be done to you. I noticed a DC eating something, but for some odd reason my mouth felt like it was full of food and I couldn't do anything. I didn't put two and two together until today as I have had that happen several times. Other properties about yourself can be manipulated by a DC along with the DC can manipulate yourself. You almost trick yourself out when in a dreamworld. Once I understood this, then I could control anything I wanted. I could fly at will (no arm flailing), summon tornadoes, breathe underwater, run super fast, read minds (my own haha), shoot energy blasts, and tons of others when the other night all I could do was explore. Flying was the best one I got the hang of it, no more butterflies, just the excitement to be able to fly! I used to walk my dog at night, and looked up into the sky and said I wish cool nights like this were in my dreams, and that I could fly! Today it happened! More to what I accomplished in the actual dream journal entry!

Have you ever heard a radio in your dreams? For me I never noticed until now, but there were always some kind of background noise somewhere. Once I started listening to it I found the source. It sounded like rapid clips of commercials, shows, and songs put together, and having it play super fast. Kind of sounds like channel surfing. You have the white noise, and occasionally you'll come across a channel that works and hear it for a second until you switch it. Now imagine there are hidden messages within it. It seems like your being is being contacted (no pun intended) by another being through this. I listened closely at it.

First I thought it was just everything I heard today being played at a super fast rate, that my subconscious was playing it out. Then I thought it was all of my thoughts playing at a super alarming rate, since my dream is within my head, people can speak as fast as they think! There are no physical limits. Then I heard the word God a couple of times and sat down next to it and listened. It brought up all of my concerns about dieing. It even said I had till Halloween night, or right around it until I was going to die. Then an announcer came on the speaker phone of were I was at and asked if there was some body named something was there, I couldn't remember the name. And the radio laughed and said never mind. They said that i was afraid of being just short of making it into purgatory and that I was afraid I would end up in hell. That was correct, that is what I am afraid of, not death itself. They said something about cleaning up my act, and that I would make it to heaven eventually, I just have to make peace with God. Then I tried asking a question but the radio shut off. It turned back on after a couple of minutes and said that what I was experiencing was part of the afterlife. Since we have a soul we are able to just barely connect with other souls. But there are still dream characters that were just made up by my mind.

Then I met two people who escorted me around my dream, I asked questions about this afterlife thought, and said it was true. I just thought back to when somebody on here said dream characters tend to try and trick you into believing your not dreaming. So I denied it for a couple of seconds until I thought of something. I asked well aren't you two apart of my dream, so I can control you, and I attempted to control them and their actions, but I couldn't. I could do it on everything else, but couldn't on them.

So I began to wonder about it. They said we were able to control what we called a "dream" by physical manipulation of the environment. Since there were no laws of physics, I could fly, but it was not me flying, it was the environment bending to what I wanted. Objects can appear, because the environment put them there, not us. That is why we have to turn around think of something, then turn back around and it is there. Then shortly after all of these thoughts I woke up, but with brand new ideas of what the meaning of our dreams, and why we have them.