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This dream was a long one, but my recollection of it was all over the place. A few notes worth mentioning:
- I, along with my friends Alex and Robbie, are out in what feels like the middle of nowhere. The area includes: Midwest American farmland, a scary forest, and a house. The house is occupied by a man who my friends and I are associating with and his stepmom (no recollection/mention of his father).
- There is a giant, spider-like bug out in the field. For whatever reason, we set out to go camp on top of the bug. To get to the bug from the house, one must go through the scary forest. Inside the forest we encounter both spiders and monkeys, and are forced to run away/defend ourselves at times. The dangers of the forest make us weary of returning to the giant bug at one point.
- Robbie and I are outside of the forest, debating whether to try and navigate it again so that we can reach the giant bug. Eventually a spaceship materializes, one that would allow us to fly and land on the bug. I see the bug scurry across farmland in the distance. After this Alex and the other guy meet up with us. They have aged, now looking like old men. The other guy says his mom is pissed at him for the college he chose to attend, which I also happen to attend.

It has been a while since I wrote here due to some friends visiting.

Last night I had a dream that involved minecraft. I think I was in a minecraft world. I remember seeing some monument that made me think something like "wow, I remember that one! That one is really ancient from before we updated the server! AWesoem, I must conserve it". Then I don't remember much more other than that I was in a dark place with an old classmate that was acting strange. He seemed evil and tried to make me follow him. I suspected that he was going to kill me so I started to run. I think he ran after me but I am not sure.

I, along with three of my friends, am fighting a guy. Though I don't remember clearly seeing a face, emotionally I recognize this guy as the current romantic interest of an ex-girlfriend. We are wearing mechanized suits, a la Iron Man. Being that it's 3-on-1, we are beating him up pretty badly. I notice that the appearance of our target is changing; he first transforms into my friend Armand, then my friend Bradley.
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I'm walking down an alley. To my right are four arcade machines. One was definitely Metal Slug, one was a shooting game, and I think one may have been Puzzle Bobble. The set-up reminds me of the arcade room at a pizza place in my hometown.

I went to bed last night stating my intention: I will have a lucid dream because I will recognize the dream state.

It worked!

I am taking a test about Star Wars, or something. I put my test in a book and put it aside while the teacher talks. Then, I take it back out, and the answers are filled in and it's graded with a B! I am distraught by this so I call the teacher over. She doesn't understand either. Later, I am outside a house on the opposite side of my block, talking with my girlfriend. She tells me about her 'neighbor,' a girl whom I went to high school with. Following that, I go to some weird dinner party where a bunch of my friends are sitting at long tables. I see my friend Jeremy, and he tells me that this is a dream. I am ecstatic! I jump up and thank him profusely for telling me that I am dreaming, for I am now lucid. I try to spin around, but I forget to close my eyes, so it doesn't work; I'm still in the banquet hall. I look up at the ceiling and try to float through it, but I notice my mother and float over to her. I start dancing with her, and she says something like "Don't you think this is a little inappropriate?" "No, mom, I'm dreaming!" I respond. I spin her around and kiss her cheek, telling her I love her and I'm so happy about this. I rub my hands together and the dream feels more intense. Then, I look up to the ceiling, and determined to fly through it, I wake up laughing. It's a false awakening, though I fail to realize it. I was impressed, though (with myself), because my first thought was at least to write the dream down. So, I woke up downstairs, which should have clued me in, but I turned off a bunch of lamps because they were too bright, which did not serve to alert me to my state. I grabbed a weird notebook which happened to be full of drawings of 3 guys doing goofy stuff, and I wrote like a damn 3-year-old (should have recognized that, too; I wrote the word 'dream' as 'dreem'). I then 'went back to sleep' and had another dream.
I'm walking through some strange caverns that lead to my old high school. I see the Avatar and other strange floating characters; I observe that each of them has some weird spirit guide floating next to him/her, but Aang's is a copy of his own foot. Weird! I meet some people from work out in the lobby and we go sit down at some tables and eat vegetables. But then it feels as if I am driving and I'm at a dark intersection; I see 'French' to the left and 'British' to the right; I head left and run into some strange spy-sniffer person, but I'm not a spy and have nothing to fear.

wake up, try to MILD WBTB, no success

I'm in my neighbor's back yard, and they're setting up for dinner. I don't know why I'm there; these people hardly ever talk to me. It's even weirder when they all say hi. I start petting a dog that they don't have. I let him off the leash because he's whiney. The father wants me to put the leash back on, so I do. They invite me to sit at the table with them. There is a lot of random food, and I don't really remember eating anything. A belligerent grandpa figure comes to the table (he's not there IRL) and tells us about a movie he played the villain in recently. It looks like it's going to rain, so we go inside, and I help them put the food away; specifically, I clear some vegetable scraps from the counter, and then I put some pizza in a box to go in the fridge.

I think I was angry at myself for moving every time I woke up last night. I have cats and it's second nature to throw them off me (one likes to lay on my head) when I wake. I have to get more disciplined with this. *sigh*

Anyway, for what I can remember, I was dressed in a nightgown more suited for winter than summer, pale pink and up to my neck like a granny nightgown. I was trying to sleep in the bathroom, my bed somehow fitting where the toilet should be and the wall. I do remember combing my hair with one of those simple black combs that hair stylists use - which is impossible to do in reality as my hair is naturally curly. My hair color was odd, bright electric blue streaks with white blond and my normal color. It was raining outside, and the rest is fuzzy but it had something to do with unplugging a lamp? Not sure.

There was a noise downstairs and when I opened my apartment door, the downstairs was actually more than one door leading into the laundry room: it was an entire downstairs, wooden railings and flights of stairs. There was a door to the left of my apartment, one that's not there in RL. I open it and the room is a mess, with a bunch of men messing around with each other (yes, like that) I giggle and close it. Someone is standing on the stairs and asks what they were doing. I make innuendos and the DC nods in understanding.

Then...I woke up, went back to sleep and remember a jungle, I'm climbing trees and am disgusted by all the bugs I keep touching as I'm climbing. I don't want to fall because there is a tribe of nasty natives on the ground. They have a giant crocodile. I do end up getting caught, but as I run, I go into this mall-type place and see the Doctor from a show called Doctor Who (LOL). I'm happy to see him because he can help me. However, the natives end up killing him and I wind up sitting next to my dad on a couch in what used to be my best friend's house. We are watching what I experienced on TV.

So weird.

This dream makes no sense at all. And it was awesome.

It started off in Medieval France, in what was effectively a middle-ages work camp. We were imprisoned in tight spaces, doing work that none of us wanted to do, and none of us were being paid to do. I remember that, one day, whilst walking down a stone path towards our work site, we encountered a strange plane. By strange, I mean it was a cross between one of the planes with the open sides in star wars, and the early prototype bi-planes. It was... strange. There was somebody there who was helping us escape. I can't remember much about what he said, but I can remember a few quotes.

As we were flying, I could see beautiful views of medieval France, with peasants working in their daily lives, as well as the fantastic architecture. Nobody seemed phased by us, flying above them.

I can't remember anything else from this dream. I can remember a few fragments from other dreams throughout the night, but nothing worth expanding on.

I am not publicizing my dream journal, but I wanted to tell my goals.
have precognitive dreams weekly (completed just about, but I'd like them to occur even more)
grasp control in lucid dreams
have more lucid dreams
meet a friend within a dream and then meet them in the physical realm (I am not sure if this has happened or not, but I would like to now that I'm more aware)
meet my dream guide
meditate more
meet a friend, learn together, and share a dream
be told more by my dreams
make it so real-life and dreams feel equal, and it seems that they both unlock each other.. so I would like to be much more aware of my dreams

I also thought of an exercise, just imagine a room. tell what it's like and it most likely gives a valid psychological analysis. many things do so.
not only that, but imagining this room could be a good way of meditation. maybe as you fall asleep what is meant to occur in the future will happen in your dream, metaphorically.

The dream is a pretty vivid one. I am with my mother somewhere in Alaska wandering around on the small, snowy streets. We get into a shop which was actually more of a bar. Some people are inside drinking on the massive wood tables. I want to buy something but all i can buy is bubblegum. Therefore i decide to get some but my mom disagrees. After a share of weird replicas like" But i want to" i get some. We walk outside and head forward. From behind a man walks past us. He looked awe-full and was walking randomly in the same slow pace. After this encounter i find myself in Radauti(a small city near where i live) in some sort of hospital. IRL the place is a glasses shop but i was there with a doctor and and one of my colleagues from school. In that place there was also a piano but i guess because i listened to some piano covers before going to bed. The rest of my classmates were outside just walking in circles. Presumably they were headed to a club but in that rithm we'd have to wait for one to be built near us . I keep moving between the hospital and my the group. At one point some kids start shooting at me with some toy guns. This is probably my first dream in which i feel pain. The dreams just goes like this with me waling around and talking to my friends , looking at the kids, at a patient in the so-called hospital and refusing a friend who asked me to carry their backpack home.

I realize am i lucid right at the beginning of the dream. No RC no MILD or anything. Just a sudden lucid dream. The dream looked clear but my field of view was narrow. Once again a first person dream. I give shared dreaming a try and go to summon a friend in my dream.I get into a park, crossed by a wide street with the trees on the side almost as tick as a forest. I try to summon my friend but fail miserably. In concentration i closed my eyes and when i try to open them back the dream is gone.

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so as I went to bed I had this dream-

I was putting away dishes and then someone knocked on the door, so I ran to the door opened it up and there stood most of my family standing there (about 30 people)yelling hurry up time to go but I walked away and started playing Halo 3 on my xbox for an hour. Then again they started screaming hurry up Austin! very loudly but again I didn't do what they wanted me to and went to watch tv and after about 30 minutes of watching LOST my family burst through the door and start to drag me out the door then I awoke.

MILESTONES:

☐have multiple Lucid dreams in one night
☐have great dream recall
☐be able to fly perfectly
☐turn into whatever I want
☐share a dream
☐ control Lucid dreams perfectly
☑ have two dreams in one night
☑ have three dreams in one night

FUN THINGS TO DO:

☐survive a zombie invasion
☐meet the very first DC I had and talk to it (It was a mermaid for you who are wondering)
☐create a dream hangout
☐kill people on "my list"
☐bring death to the grim reaper
☐ get stabbed by the grim reapers scythe and not die.
☐ become the GRIM REAPER
☐end a dream with dying in a BIG explosion
☐strap a DC to a airliner and escape the plane before it crashes
☐ destroy the monalisa
☐ draw the monalisa
☐destroy the earth
☐have a dream within a dream
☐play with R.O.B. the robot in my dream (I know I am a retro nerd)
☐ beat a world record in a dream
☐ see who would win Chuck Noris vs. Chuck Noris Hmm.....
☐ have a war with smileys
☐ meet my idol (BILLY JOEL)

I found myself in some strange world with only a metal buliding. Now I wasnt really myself because I was a bug alien thingy, sorta like a praying mantis or something close to that. Anyway, I recall all of my dream but somehow my friends were all captured by our enemies, the humans. Only I was able to escape from their evil clutches. Im pretty sure that they did manage to capture me once but somehow I freed myself, but this I hardly remember. So Im sneaking my way through this buliding until i come across a room. Without thinking, I open the door and go inside. The room is half cafeteria and half arcade so I stay low to the floor to avoid any unwanted eyes on me and make my way to the arcade side. Suddenly a kids appears but instead of screaming and alarming everyone else, he asks me if I want to play an arcade game with him. Since I happen to love video games, I agree with though Im playing the game with the enemy, though that doesnt seem to cross my mind at all. Also I dont know how I was supposed to play considering I had praying mantis arms...but somehow I did. The kid challenged me to a race, whoever could beat the game first wins. I remember one of the arcade games being Mortal Kombat (old one) but I cant remember what the other one was but I have played the game before. Anyway, we go through the entire game but just as one of us is about to win a lady enters through the door that I came in from. She looked like one of those scientist people from an anime that have purple hair and keep it up in a bun, also she was wearing glasses. I immeditately duck under the table (I have no idea where that came from since the huge arcade machines were there...) and hide from her. I believe that this person was the one who had captured me before and now I was freaking out. She starts to walk over where the kid and I were, then I believe that she asked the kid something. The kid responds by saying something about magic, though he was talking to the lady it was actually aimed towards me. Out of nowhere, I pull out some strange device just as the lady begins to duck down and almost see me. Using my magic, i was able to speak through the device, though I really dont see how that was supposed to help me in any way. The lady was so focused on the device that she failed to notice me at all until my magic was slowing draining and I had nothing left. The device shut off and then the lady demanded that it speak again. I tried hard to use my magic but I was bone dry. Just then, she says that she knows Im there but doesnt try to grab me. Either the kid or the lady then say a word that begins with an "S." Ive never heard of the word before and so without thinking I hop out. I look at the kid questionly and he simply states what the "S" word means, that the humans were going to come and get me but they couldnt enter the room. However, that means that I would be trapped in the room forever if I didnt leave. I couldnt deal with the fact of being stuck in the room so I crawled across the room to another door, looked at the kid and he looked back at me, though I could tell he wanted to help me but couldnt. I opened the door and glanced around the halls for humans, the coast was clear. So I slithered across the shiny steel floor until I came across something. It appeared to be a book. Determined to figure out what it was, I went over there. It was then that I noticed that the book had a picture of one of my friends on it! (My friends were all animals by the way, not alien thingys like I was) Now the book was one of those slightly bigger ones with an almost sqiushy touch to it. I knew that it had to be the real deal and attempted to use my magic but it was still gone from the stupid device. I cant remember this part but somehow I was able to get my magic back, I think that the kid had somehow helped me but Im not entirely sure. But I was able to free my animal friend, so I continued to free all of them since there was a trail of them leading me all the way to a book store. Once I finished saving all of my friends I woke up.

7/29/2010

I can't recall much but I remember laying on my bed looking up at the ceiling which was a window. Sort of a condo but the ceiling was glass and it was open so I could view the skies. I was talking to someone next to me he was wearing a suit and was going over some money accounts.

I look up at the night sky and notice these huge vehicles moving and when I focused on what they were ..they were incredible space ships. They would zigzag and stop abruptly.. it was pretty scary because I knew these were not driven by humans. They were displaying their dance of lights and what was weird they were changing shape fast. It reminded me of the transformers how the space ship changed form going to one unique shape to another..
I saw 3 of them.. one black..one dark grey and another silverish and they just were displaying their lights. All of a sudden they changed into huge 3 separate mist. I told the guy next to me I wanted to close the window because I felt uneasy.
The window couldn't close and I saw spot lights scanning the air...

That is all I could remember..

key: not a dream non-lucid lucid dream

Okay well I have to write this down, but I didn't have it last night.

I'm standing in the back of the church I went to for most of my life, I moved and never go there anymore, but I don't think about my presence at the church. I see one of my friends, Meaghan, in the church with us and she's wearing a knee-length light blue dress with a flower pattern. I think to myself that her being here is unusual, because she's an atheist. I wonder about it for a little while but don't become lucid. She goes to my dad and shakes hands with him as she starts a conversation that I can't hear.

I can't remember any of that certain part, but I remember this next part in the same dream :

I am standing at the top of a staircase at the church, not a very large one, but a staircase. I am with Meaghan again, but this time we are with our friend Jade. I sit down at the very top of the staircase, my feet on the first step going down. Then suddenly Jade is behind me with her hands on my shoulders, I feel her trying to push me down the staircase.
"You've got to try this, Jesse!" she says, laughing.
All the while both Meaghan & I are yelling "No! Jade stop! Stop!!". I'm grabbing the railing on both sides of the staircase, fighting against Jade, because I don't want to be pushed down the stairs. Then she succeeds, and as I am falling down the stairs the stairs turn into a large red slide, and the scenery around me changes from the church to a playground on the outside of the church. I come off the slide and Jade is standing near the side of the slide (LOL. SIDE OF THE SLIDE.), she's laughing and says "Now that wasn't too bad was it??" I start laughing and say, "No, it wasn't!"

Another remembered part in the same dream:

Me, Meaghan, and Jade are in Wal-Mart. It's nightttime. We pick up random objects although we have no money. We're homeless. I see Christmas objects all around, and I somehow know that it is dark and snowy outside. We run into a woman with a cart and a Wal-Mart vest -- she works there. We tell her we need these things from the store, but we have no money because we are homeless. She starts crying and says how it's only part of the Christmas feeling to help homeless children. She sets us up a large airmattress with warm blankets for us to sleep on in the backroom.

I really enjoyed this dream, I'm not sure why. It was interesting, and memorable.
Again, not sure why...

Missed Dream Signs:
-It's July, not December. The snow and Christmas merchandise made no sense.
-Meaghan is atheist, and she's at church with me.
-I am not homeless..
-The staircase inside the church was not an actual part of the church.

Oh I wish I would of become lucid....perhaps next time...

So I figure this can't be all bad, what with convenient tagging and other features and such. Carbon copying from dream journal, go!

7:00 AM awakening time:

-First part of the dream I'm with my sister and mom, sister's playin' the vidya and mom calls me to help her move furniture

-Later, I was a father, with a wife and two kids. We were moving from slums to slums, because we were being chased by the Asian mafia. We don't want our daughter (age six) to know. Our son (age 14) found out, though my wife has some mental deficit, some automatic repression which prevents her from acknowledging the cause of the mafia's dissent with us, but she is very aware of the danger. so we pack. we pack and we are silent, segmented. Are we being watched? Would they bother monitoring us? We have a plan to escape. I'm staying up all night, nerves a wreck, clutching at every outlet for comfort, thirsty for normal conversation, giving long hugs to my little girl during midnight water trips, coaxing them into midnight snack trips, eager for that added two minutes of family contact. My wife and son believe me, when I say I know where we're going. The truth is, I know they'll never let me leave. Let us leave. This hackneyed plan is only a gesture, all I can do to show that my character does not stem from dogged compliance with this situation, but the drive to do what's right. My last lesson...

We don't get very far at all. I'm on the porch with our last box. We were going to leave at dawn. An agent steps on my foot and is about to say something clever. I tell him to shut the fuck up. I'm crushed, alone. My last lesson...

We're at our new home, mother and son resigned to slavery, daughter introduced with all manner of sinister as to what's in store for her. Only half of our belongings made it here. The rest go to pawn shops. Three agents now, and I recognize them by face. They're here to give me punishment. They taunted me; they were sure I wasn't armed. Of course, I was sure they weren't watching when we packed. I bided time for strategy, but that soon caved in (caved in like my survival rate, judging by the way they talked). By a staircase and a toolbox, I wrenched out of their grip. I shot one down in an instant, turned to shoot the one behind, shooting twice in one fluid turn, so that both shots were at sloppy, thoughtless (no revenge, no regret, only instinct) angles. The third man is terrified. he has a round face and rounded teeth, and a swoopy bowl haircut which makes him look none the less ugly. I make a terrible error: I think. His gun won't fire, he makes no excuse but I'm sure I've seen the shells fly out on an earlier day. I try and bribe him in a tone that asserts confidence, but a vocabulary so honest it betrays the status quo. A door opens from a floor above. I know this well-groomed tan man. I shoot the nervous round-face, and my bullets bounce off his chest. My gun isn't forming a good seal with the bullets...? The bullets are too small...?

The man from above tosses at me some trash, contemplates his pistol, reholsters it, shuts the door as I glance at the flash bomb beside me. As the light envelopes, I can't think about my family at all. Only this. This is death, and it lasts a few seconds, and there's no pain, just a powerful thump to all of my body. Then that is gone. What now? There's the warehouse, and the flash, and I'm

a 19-year-old girl, staring at a sleeping 19-year-old boy, light filtering through the curtains.