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1-21-12 (non-lucid/lucid) I was in a giant cave, and waking in a deep ravine. The stone was a dark grey and looked like there was water running down it. Then further ahead I noticed a sudden drop into the darkness below. I couldn't see the bottom since there was mist, which made me more than a bit nervous. Without knowing exactly what I was doing I reached out my hand and a platform appeared, I glided over to it, but it wasn't enough to get me onto the platform, just the side of it, I tried scrambling up the side, but it seemed to be made of some sort of soft rock, like graphite, after I used claws and kicked at the rock with my legs I managed to heave myself onto the platform. I got over to the other side and got to my home. It was in a guild I had apparently left and hadn't been seen there for a while. The only thing I remember from being gone from the guild was a home far away from the guild at another part of the cave system. I tread in and found my old home. I saw that pretty much the whole town coming to visit so I ran into my house and ran through a series of doors until I suddenly realized I was dreaming and before I went through the next door I thought of a ballroom. Then I opened the door and immediately looked to my right. Rajin stood next to a railing to the right, and it was my DG this time, not a random, DC. I looked at the rest of the ballroom, which was beautiful. The walls and ceiling were a shining white color and so were the railings and stairs. On the other side was another platform and door. The floor on the main area was a checkerboard pattern, black and white and the dancing area was burgundy color velvet. I looked at Rajin. He was wearing a Victorian looking suit and a bright red shirt underneath it. I barely caught a faint smile. I walked up to him and put my hand on his chest and kissed him. I tasted blood and vanilla and my dream started fading, so I looked at my hands and clapped, to bring the dream back. He wanted to dance, but I told him I didn’t want to until I found my dress. I ran over to the other side of the door and walked into a very small cylinder, like room, and Rajin told me to improvise so I created a staircase. I walked up to the top and there was a sudden drop. He told me to jump. I trusted him and jumped and as I jumped the dream changed and I hit the ground and felt a snap in my neck. I stood up and righted my neck, I heard a few cracks, but felt nothing. Rajin jumped down and landed on his feet, that smug bastard. Then I walked out into the sun. It’s the first time I can ever remember seeing the sun in my dreams. It was beautiful. The sky wasn’t overly bright, but not too dark, like right when the sun is starting to go down and I was in a wheat field. Maybe he meant for me to see this the whole time. So, being joyful of seeing the sun the first time in dreams I spun around and started running and spinning some more and skipping and I got farther and farther away from Rajin and I woke up.

I was at a marina. There was a boat and the guy inside had a loudspeaker connected to a microphone that he probably used for guided tours in the bay. He was making jokes with an attractive guy in a jet-ski next to his boat. I don't remember the words they exchanged. The guy with the jet-ski had black hair and a goatee and was wearing a dark wetsuit. I remember he waved at me. Another person appeared who had long brown hair and was fairly stocky. I remember thinking he was my brother (even though he wasn't Jared and I have no other brother than Jared.) He said something to the guy in the wetsuit about meeting at the hill. I knew they were referring to the hill across the marina, so I made a gigantic jump across the water in the marina and landed on it. It just so happens that this hill was in the backyard of my mom's house. Then the thought occurred to me that it might be creepy and stalker-ish to keep following these guys around so I went into the backdoor of my home. My mom was in the kitchen cooking some type of macaroni pasta. My "brother" in the dream came inside shortly after me.

I was seeing things through a 3rd person point of view as if I was watching a move, only I wasn't playing any role in it, just an observer. I saw an arabian man (or middle-eastern) standing at a food stand facing the other way. The stand was in a small village with various shacks and stands scattered throughout. He started walking towards another stand when, suddenly, he looked down at his watch. After a few seconds he teleported to a large stadium, similar to the roman colisseum only made of metal. He had some weird white goo oozing out of his chest.

He collected this goo in a jar and put it in his pocket. Then a large group of men, what looked like a mafia of sorts, came out of the darkness. They had weird looking machines which seemed to be similar to guns. They pointed them at the man and asked for the jar. The man denied and ran through a corridor to get outside the colisseum. He ended up in a medium sized room with no doors or windows. The group of men were right behind him. They pointed their "guns" at him and demanded the goo. The arabian man denied again and got into a fighting stance. The group of men charged at him and he charged right back, but before anything could happen I woke up.

My sister Ashley was driving me to my dad's house. When we parked in front of the garage she pulled out some double-stuf oreos from her purse and we ate them. I talked to her about my horrible middle school past. In particular, I told her about a time when I came and sat at my desk in one of my classes: (There were a group of snotty "popular" girls standing next to me. One of them told the others "Let's get away from that boy who talks like a girl!" and they all followed her away from me. - I was a late starter in puberty and my voice took longer to change than most of the other guys) After that, she told me how the friends she has all loved me and that "people who hang out in bookstores are the type who would make great friends for me." Then my dad pulled up in his truck and we got out of her car.

Adventure

I am on a flying object with my brother. Apparently, I have won a trip for two on this flying object, whatever it is. I decided to take my brother along. It seems to be a huge structure, thousands of feet high, with a flat platform at the top and two legs stretching to the ground below. As it glides, the legs pass through wooded hillsides. I wonder about the possibility of the legs breaking the trees, or something.

I seem to know that I am dreaming without becoming lucid. I am able to change the arrangement of the structure's platform by thinking about it, and try to arrange things so that we have a good view of the landscape below us. We walk towards the middle of the platform, where there is a large opening. I try to widen the opening so we have a nice view, but seem to have difficulty doing so. I move half of the floor up at an angle, but we still don't get a great view.

At some point, we end up on the ground in the woods. It seems that this is our destination. Now there are a few of us travelling, and it is getting dark. We can hear things in the trees around us, and a large creature moves above. The creature swoops down a few yards off to the left from us, and I see that it is a prehistoric "Terror Bird". In reality, Terror Birds were flightless, while in my dream this one had huge wings and flew rather well. It was a pretty bird, although somewhat menacing. It also appeared to have human characteristics, and possibly a face. I theorize that this creature is the origin of the Moth Man sightings, although my scientific explanation for the apparition doesn't lessen our danger any. The bird is a predator, and doesn't look very friendly at the moment.

We decide to seek shelter. I duck behind a tree, thinking that perhaps this will make it more difficult for the bird to swoop down at me. Someone decides to light a fire to frighten the bird away. I seem to recall this working, at any rate the bird leaves us alone...

...I have a fuzzy recollection of a train that I need to get on. There is disaster coming, and the train is like Noah's Ark. People are flooding to get on it, but some people who look religious/important are deciding who gets on and who doesn't. The people who can't get on run away very fast, and I have a feeling that despite the urgency of the important looking people they may still be able to save themselves. As things progress, it turns out that the important Pharisees are actually some sort of scam, and the train won't save anyone. In fact, it may be the opposite...

...It seemed like this dream went on for hours. After much travelling, we end up "home" in something like an office building of my old college (which I dream about sometimes) and the hospital I now work in. I am making rounds of some sort, seeing people who were part of the big adventure. We are all exhausted, perhaps some of us are injured, and we have lost everything. It seems like a not so good ending to such an experience, although we are happy to be alive. I and my wife (? I'm not married in RL) have lost our money, and our farm (?). We had hoped to have some kind of a return on our investment through this trip, but now we have nothing. But a letter comes through the mail. It turns out that back in the woods I had a theory that there was lots of gold. It turns out that there was, just where I said. Someone has stumbled across it in the very spot where we were dealing with the Terror Bird. That somehow makes our journey a success.

Happily, the man is friend or family, and is going to share his white gold (which looks like cottage cheese) with us. We will have all the money we need now.

Phlebotomy Phragment

I am in the hospital. I am apparently supposed to either give someone a vaccination or draw blood from them. Heading towards the patient's room, I realize that I have never done this before. The phlebotomist that I am with assures me that it is easy to do, and that people are tougher than I think. Even though my hands are shaky, they won't care if I shake the needle around during the procedure.

I was watching TV with Ray. There was a documentary about Hitler and the Holocaust showing on the History Channel. I turned to Ray and said "Isn't it odd that Hitler was able to do all of these bad things without a lot of protest from the German people?" He just nodded. I watched the screen and it was playing a scene from that time - silent and black and white. There were Nazi soldiers shooting at civilians who were walking by. A man fell down and at first I thought he was shot - but really he was sprayed in the face with some kind of molten metal. It spread from his forehead over his right eye and I could really sense the pain he was feeling.

intergalactic battle.
me (not really) vs the lady with goggles to see the energy of things.
she has an overlord, controlling the "spaceship"
that i get glimpses of thru some metaphysical window.
i am in a house in the attic, the spaceship is outside
being built/constricted. some are opposed (me), some are for.

on another field, i have bunny feet to battle-
she has bunny feet to counter me.
many identical beings are watching us -
they look different with her goggles on (i dont know how i know).
they float.

i lose this battle and my "team" are sent to the next level-
a hell.
it looks like the surface of the sun;
fire, explosion, CME etc.
"wait, why dont we feel it

I'm only few days away from "perfect" recall for a whole month - first time in my three-year career as a lucid dreamer. Perfect, as in I've remembered something for every night/day for a month (my sleeping times have varied). That said, overall I haven't recalled that much. Last night I recalled only a short fragment. Barren streak still continues lucid-wise. 35 days since last lucid now. Let's do another shorty from the the past:

Hostage of Vladimir Putin
Date: September 17th, 2009
Lucid: No

This was a scary and very real-like nightmare. I was in some kind of school and all the sudden Vladimir Putin walks in with some agents. We were taken as hostage. Putin said, that he'll ask each of us a question, and if the answer doesn't please him... bullet into the head. Putin pointed his gun at me couple of times, but didn't ask a question. I remember how my sweat was dripping and how I was terrified. There was a very real fear of death. There was some agent, apparently american or of other enemy of Russia, next to me. Putin asked him that why would he risk his life as there was no chance that he could influence the power struggle between the big countries.

Luckily this dream wasn't very long. The agent next to me didn't even answer, before the pressure got too much for me and I woke up. Not much of reading perhaps once again, but that dream left a permanent mark into my mind.

I am at my grandmother's house. The doorbell rings and at the door is my grandmother's own grandmother, however in this world she is an evil spirit of sorts who needs to be killed. Frantically, my grandmother yells at me to retrieve a knife (which resembled a small door stop) that she kept on top of the door frame of the front room. I do so, but upon learning that my grandmother expects me to kill the evil spirit I become nervous and unable to move. Realising that we are wasting time, my grandmother grabs the knife out of my hands, opens the door and stabs her grandmother twice in the heart, killing her.

I then 'wake up' to find myself in another dream, in which I am still at my grandmother's house but sitting at the dinner table with my brother and cousin. I get up and walk to the bathroom, where I discover that I have a completely new hairstyle: it is shoulder-length and looks as if it hasn't been washed in a while.

This was a short lucid dream, but the first one I've had in 3 months

I was standing in a room unfamiliar to me. A baby was crying from across the room. I walked over to it, and grabbed it's arm. I could feel the rubbery fake flesh in my hands. Spontaneously I said to myself "I'm dreaming!" and became lucid. Since the house was dark, I decided to try my new skills and turn the lights on with my magical powers. I said "lights, turn on" didn't work. Clapped my hands. Didn't work. The baby kept crying. At this point i was only partially in control. I became angry and threw the baby across the room. I noticed the dream becoming blurry and decided to do one of the tricks I learned to increase lucidity. Spinning. This, sadly, didn't work and I woke up.

I had this dream after listening to some Delta waves a few hours before bed. Glad to see my dreams are coming back!

normal / lucid

I was walking in this forest-ish landscape with superheroes (like Batman and Superman), then suddenly, I warped. I was on a VERY high ledge at the top of my closet, I jumped down and said "Gravity stop." while I was about an inch off the floor. The gravity came back on and I safely made it to the ground. I thought to myself: "Wait a minute. My closet isn't this big. I must be dreaming!" Just to be sure, I performed a RC. I looked at my fingers. There were 6 of them. I said aloud, "I'm in a lucid dream!" I turned around and there was a door (In reality, this door would've led to my bedroom.) I wanted to have a little fun. I began to open and close the door multiple times, each time I opened it, there was a different landscape. I started yelling out, "Eiffel Tower! Ocean! Amusement Park!" in hopes to open the door and go to that landscape. It didn't work. I just settled with my bedroom and walked through the door. I began to get nervous for some reason. Then I was scared. I checked the clock on my nightstand. 7:29 p.m. There was an odd slash that went through the numbers. I was still dreaming. I looked around the room. Everything seemed empty. I could feel myself waking up. I rubbed my hands together to stabilize. It didn't work. I woke up

Date: 19 January

Someone's talking to me about staying at Alana's house, or maybe Alana's cousin's, as Alana's staying with a lesbian friend.
I go over to whatever house t is, and I make my house. From scratch. It's not ramshackle, it's just unsafe. e.g for my bed I put my mattress in a mattress-sized hole in the 2nd story floor. Nothing holding it in. Just.... sitting there. I decide it's too unsafe, and so sleep on the 1st floor,under aforementioned mattress.
Alana and my dad walk outside along the docks.
Then Alana's on a plane, and she has to parachute out. She lands in like a cabbage patch or something. There's a chicken bone, no idea what for, but it's old.
Something else about a fish, that has to keep swimming around.

Date: 19 January

Dropping Alex off at her house after hanging out at Sylvia Park or whatever.
I'm walking up the drive, and she has a massive, modern house. It's all white concrete, and sloping, and weird.
The garage door on the left starts opening, and the front door tot he left opens. Her dad stands in the doorway, and he looks completely unlike how I imagined him. He has long hair, and looks like a rock-star would. Her mum is in the garage.

Pretty much a lucid fail. I walked through a door and it led to a beach covered with pedastals. On each pedastal was a plate of fish and some french fries... But each plate of food was cooked in a different way. I was wondering why on earth I was dreaming of that when my friend Gabi came in and told me I needed to wake up. I did.

It started with me and two of my friends on the beach. Which is unusual, because i don't like the beach. Then we walked onto this little gazebo that was set up in the middle of the beach. The "house" resembled the porch behind my house. All i remember is that we were outside hanging out, then all of the sudden it was like we had to leave really quick. And we scrambled to get our stuff and took off, but i ran back and turned off the light because i thought someone would see and they'd know we were there...

Then we ran up this set of stairs that led away from the beach and into this neighborhood. The neighborhood was full of tall buildings and condos. Seemed like we were in Miami, but no one was in the street except for us.

Then the dream ended...