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Okay, so I had fell asleep on my couch watching River Monsters with my big bro around 12am. Woke up at 4:40am (had a lot of dreams within that time) and then went back to sleep in my own bed so it was a bit of an accidental WBTB. xD In the time after I went back to sleep I had many other dreams but I suppose I will mainly focus on the 2 lucid parts:

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April 6th, 2012

Dream 1:

It’s the middle of the night and I keep hearing sounds around my room as I'm laying in bed. At first I hear creaking, as if it’s maybe just pipes in the walls but now it sounds distinctly from floor boards. I make out, now listening more intently and suspiciously, about 3 thump/knocks that sound like footsteps. {reflecting back these were probably hypnagogic hallucinations that I've experience only once before that I remember} I sit up in bed and look around. Through the darkness I can see a dark mass between the foot of my bed and the door that leads out to the hall. It’s 2-3 feet in length and laying on the floor seemingly face first. I’m fairly certain I recognize it as the upper portion of a mannequin but without the head. I think back to watching play-throughs of the game Amnesia with my best mate on Youtube. :[



They’re creepy as f*ck, so I freak the f*ck out a bit (go watch a vid and you’ll understand). XD I rush to turn on my lamp (my beloved cat lamp I’ve had since I was an infant) on my night stand while trying to look over my extended right arm to keep an eye on the shadowy mannequin man torso. It won’t turn on! D: [Not certain if I remember this consciously within the dream, but I’ve had a nightmare or 2 before in which that same ‘rescue/safety light’ refused to turn on]. Whatever the reason, I become semi-aware that I’m dreaming, but am still panicked. I get up out of my bed to get to the front door [for some reason I just had to]. I can’t remember quite clearly, but it was like I had to literally push through confusion and fear to get down stairs. Once there, I become fully aware I’m dreaming and remember the stabilization technique I had read right before I fell asleep almost immediately. I rub my hands together, ignoring my breathing this time*. I then crouch down and rub my hands on the hardwood floor. A new feeling of peace comes as all the panic and fear subsides. I look about a bit: It’s morning. Soft, early sunshine bathes the floor, shining in through a study’s windows to my left. In front of me, the light blue of the sky beyond is meshed with the green of leaves through the front door’s vertical oval, beveled window. I unlock and then slowly open it.
Everything’s as it normally is but—so much more beautiful! I take a seat on the front porch with my legs resting on the second step descending down from it. I look toward the bushes on my right. There are these butterflies capering next to the bush, but they’re unlike any I’ve ever seen. They have a set of 3-4inch wings, pointed at the tips. The wings a so large I don’t see a body between them. The wings are yellow as well, no designs on them at all, just a solid almost glowing lemon yellow. There are maybe 3-5 of them present.

I’m hesitant at first (wondering if they bite) but I reach my right hand out toward them to see if one might want a perch. I was about to touch one when it fluttered back onto a branch of the bush, somehow folding its wings to become an alien-like. It’s more of a ring with green sprouts coming out of the hollow center and many shades of green. It’s fascinating..

Dream 2:

I’m in an unfinished, but well lit, basement with that same best mate I mentioned in the prior dream. We’re casually walking and having a conversation. She’s in the middle of saying something to me when I see something out of the corner of my eye appear and I tell her to hold that thought. I look at the grey cement walls and see that they have beautiful paintings on them (not sure what media but probably spray paint). It’s all in black except for a thick, solid, opaque red line ricocheting about the full-walled scene. I see a stern looking older gentleman frowning and standing with his hands to his sides. He looks to be a military officer in uniform from WWII. I believe him to be a general because he sports a captain’s visor cap and looks experienced. I at first think him also to be Nazi be his uniform bears no marking to affirm this speculation. I walk over to where the opposite wall deepens to form an interrupting corner-like alcove. (See pic) [I CAN draw but am too lazy to now, don’t judge me! ><]



I realize that I am dreaming when I touch the small adjoining wall (shown in grey). I then rub my hands together, feeling the warmth and then the smooth epoxy floor.* I then calm myself and concentrate, putting both hands on the wall. It shifts for a moment, almost like it rotates, and then returns to normal and all is stabilized! [Bi-winning!! >:3] I walk over to examine paintings hanging on the wall directly to my left. They’re all beautiful like mister general but the first one I see is this one with a grey blue gas mask, turned to show only its left side, ink outlined in black. There is a flat black, fall out-like scene behind it. A cylinder shaped water tower can be seen in the distance. It’s beige-grey with red water color shading. I study intently, with the intention of recreating this in real life, but there’s so much detail to take in! Turning to the small segment of wall on my right again, I see a painting with 3-4 consecutive rolling rills with a singular road arcing along each one from background to foreground. It’s all black and white. I look closer and then see a shock-blue colored, 1940s car with a vertically barred grill come speeding along the road from the distance, over the hills and then right in front of my face and stops. It surprisingly doesn’t scare me at all, only intrigues me further..

Alright! First entry online! Anywho, I fell asleep accidentally on my bed and then woke up around 5am. Brushed my teeth, washed my face, put in my contacts, and then went back to bed. So pretty much an accidental Wake Back To Sleep. Oops. Owo This was the third lucid dream I’ve ever had ever, even though it was unfortunately short lived. Hope whoever might read this is able to learn something or at least be mildly entertained. :3
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April 5th, 2012

Dream 1:

I’m in my parents’ room in our first house. I’m sitting to one side of the bed while random members of my Lit class are just chilling amongst its untidy sheets. {really strange scenario I know but my mind isn’t that dirty, I promise} [We’re treating the TV like the projector screen] and it’s just a really laid back version {literally} of our real life class. [...]

Dream 2:

I’m hanging out with this group of other teens [some of which I know (?)] in a house, presumably one of theirs. Eminem is there. It turns out it’s his house [though I believe one of the others in the group is his daughter]. He gets angry and chases us out of the garage. It’s day time outside and we run down this side walk that’s parallel to the right side of the house (when looking at it from the front) and about 15 ft away from the building. Bushes on either side (about 3 and a half feet tall) make it form a sort of alley. (see quickly etched Paint pic) 


Others are running ahead of me and I can hear them gleefully fleeing. I turn behind me to see Slim shady lumbering toward me with all the grace and friendliness of a hungry yeti . He’s bare-headed (short, straw-colored hair showing). His blue eyes {which a google image search now reveals to be accurate} are fixed aggressively forward. {Disclaimer: I love Slim, but listen to his old free styles and tell me he can’t be awesomely scary sometimes!}



I stumble backward and to my right, falling back into the bush some. I feel pricks along my right back side. I realize now that these are rose bushes. He’s almost on me. I’m wondering which creative way he’ll kill me. Squinting, I start raising my fearful, open palms, bracing for the worst. I think “OhGod OhGod—NOooo!!!....Hn?” . He strides straight past me, eyes glaring onward still. I figure that he’s going after the boys of the group and breathe a sigh of relief. {which in retrospect sounds quite selfish but hey, I don’t have the out run the bear, just be looking to cute to maul to death }

I see some of my friends (really a menagerie of acquaintances in real life and strangers) a ways down a short grassy hill just past the bushes across from me (which aren’t all rose bushes like on the opposing side I’m on). I start to walk towards them but as I try to move forward I feel a tugging in my inner right leg just above the knee. Something’s holding me back. I look down: a light green rose stem with dark red/purple thorns has stabbed into my leg. One of the thorns stuck in me is particularly large and hooked. I try twisting the stem with both hands to break free of the bush, being careful to avoid touching the other thorns. The stem is thin but flexible and the fibers aren’t easy to rip. I see a boy from my lit class {again no idea why Lit class is all over my mind O_o’} at the bottom of that short hill in front of me about 30 feet away. He has a large silver knife in his left hand [he seems to be just playing with it, waving it about]. I ask him to bring me his knife to help cut me loose. He either can’t hear me or just acts like he can’t. Either way, it pisses me off. I finally tear the stem, freeing myself, walk around/through the opposing normal bushes and then hobble down the hill into this shallow bunker (golf sand bunker) where him and others are standing. I limp over to him and, glaring angrily into his face, sharply say these exact words, “You. Are the most competitively retarded person I’ve met all day!” {Disclaimer: I don’t use the word “retarted” like that in real life, so please pardon dream me if offended}. He’s not very effected [maybe even still smirking]. {Perma-trolls, what can ya do?}

I then flop backward onto the slightly damp sand so that I’m [laying/sitting] with my knees up. One of the group helps pullout the substantial stem slowly out of my right leg, and I wince at the pain but then act as if it doesn’t hurt like a mother.

It’s apparently time to go, and the other s start to walk away. I stand up to follow them, but trip and fall. I find this to be uncharacteristically clumsy of me but then remember as an excuse “Oh yeah that’s right, that’s because I’m underwater”. I pause after that thought and think, “Waaait..What?? No I’m not!”. I then look up at the sky. It’s a pretty aqua blue with a cluster of puffy white clouds. In the center of this cluster is a collection of thin clouds that appear to form the outline of a face. It kind of looks like a samarai mask.
I then attempt to follow the logic of my situation: “Okay, so I told him that he’s the ‘most competitively retarded person I’ve met all day’ but..who else HAVE I met today?..and why would I think I’m under water? And why is there a face in the sky?? And—wait..I’m dreaming!”



I then try to suppress my elation and concentrate. I think, “Okay! Okay! Now just calm down concentrate on breathing”, as I continue looking up at the formation of clouds. I try evening out my breaths but the clouds surrounding the face start to swirl counterclockwise and I’m losing hold of the dream quickly. My last thought is, “Take me to the Dream Academy!”, but then my vision whites out, then goes black, and I wake up. SO CLOSE! DX

I am trapped in the Antarctic, the lower half of my body encased in a block of ice. Somehow I enlist the help of two penguins to help peck the ice until I am free. Eventually, I get my entire body out and continue my mission.

I reach a lake area abundant in cliffs and retrieve my hang-gliding equipment from my backpack. With the equipment in place, I prepare myself for a powerful gust of wind to lift me. I begin running, and at just the right time I jump, taking flight. I soar several metres above the ground, and the incredible winds keep me in the air for what seems to be a miraculous amount of time. I glide to the cliffs and stop to look at my surroundings, only to take off immediately after towards and across the small lake. As I am gliding, I notice two women on the ground. I manoeuvre my way towards them and stop right at their side.

The women are dressed in short brown dresses, and I wonder how it is that they are able to handle the cold (I am quickly reminded of a man who was able to increase his body temperature through meditation, and think that the women must do the same). They tell me they are part of a tribe that is currently situated across the hills, and they were sent to investigate the large flying animal they saw above the lake. Relieved that what they thought to be some kind of monster is only me, they invite me to their tribe to eat with them.

Some more Katie fragments, and some mom fragments.

Side Notes: I didn't sleep well last night, so my recall is spotty at best. I think the reason I'm dreamign about Katie so much lately is because I'm constantly paranoid about her throwing me under the bus. She does that, especially if she gets in trouble for something. The first, and only thing she knows how to do when she gets yelled at, is to reach into her mind for the first person she can blow the whistle on, regardless if what she says is true or not. Rather than own up to her own mistakes, she tries to dilute the guilt by incriminating others. WHAT A SWELL GAL!!!

The dreams about my mother lately are all arguments. We almost never bicker about crap, and the dream arguments usually lead to lucidity. I'm guessing this is my subconscious being desperate to get lucid again. /therapy

I strode through the vast, aged parking lot with purpose. I had something important to do, and not a lot of time to do it. As I looked at one of the ugly trucks parked in a space about one hundred feet away, I realized none of it was real.
"Okay. If...No. Since, I AM dreaming, that means I don't have to do whatever it was. Which, I really don't know what it was anyway,"I said aloud, taking in the bleak, almost grey surroundings. As close to being annoyed as I can in a dream, I muttered that it was pathetic that I would actually design such a boring place.
"There is absolutely nothing here that would interest me in--
"...Ah..."
There, standing next to a manhole, was Aquaman. Except his hair was this murky brown.
"I must have been on the internet too long...I don't even like this guy,"I muttered.
Because I am...uh...not as nice in my dreams, I decided to accompany him to amuse myself.
"Should he do something foolish or idiotic, it will be fun to watch,"was my reasoning.
WHY AM I SO MEAN IN MY Lucid DREAMS?!
I lazily strolled over to him and exclaimed,"I'm coming with you."
Aquaman opened his mouth to speak and I continued,"You can say 'No', but that would not be wise. Considering how utterly worthless you are, it would be in your best interests if I...accompany you."
Seriously! Why is that I clearly remember those cruel things I said?! I swear, people. I'm not actually calculating or evil in real life. But, I really don't like Aquaman. Sorry, fans.
He nodded and we jumped down the manhole.
...Yeah, so anyways, we landed in a vast sewer. Maybe it's just me, but aren't those things supposed to be really small? Because I could swim in this thing for some reason. Luckily, we weren't swimming in fecal matter--I would never do something like that to me. As we went under and I thanked my lucky stars that I didn't have to worry about drowning--since, you know, it wasn't real--I noticed that Aquaman's hair had turned his normal blond.
Or yellow.
We swam in silence as I wondered why he needed to go into the sewers. I tried making small talk, but I guess DCs in my imagination aren't much for conversation either. Either that or he thought I was a b*tch.
Actually, it was probably option two.
Anyways, I managed to get him to tell me he was searching for a golden haired woman with porcelain white skin. Supposedly some sort of reincarnated sea goddess...
My hopes of a long and possibly interesting conversation dashed entirely, I continued to swim with him deeper and deeper in the water.
Absurdly spacious sewer indeed!
All of a sudden, I saw the most beautiful woman swim towards us. Was she the golden haired goddess that my new found lackey friend had long searched for?
Judging by the relief on Aquaman's face, she was. What a beautiful woman, though.
When I get the chance, I'll draw a picture of what she looked like.
In any case, my adventure was over. Now next time, I'd like a dream where I teach a kitten how to talk--and this time it had better be a lucid!

Uh, the end. Because I woke up.

• Noelle and i are at a movie theater. We had just finished watching one movie and another is about to start. This one stars NPH and another actor I like, but ends up being really bad.
• a book of drawings
• a bunch of people dancing to that "ah skeet skeet" song in a line dance format

• Adam, Diana, and Joel al come to visit me at the same time, which is unfortunate becuase they do not get along.
• I am practicing dancing on a stripper pole.
• Being chased by a wolf.
• Books set in a Victorian era.