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tonight after 6h30 sleep, i woke up from a lucid dream where i saw my grandmother ( rip) and became lucid with a strange excitement

then, i tought i was awake because the dream scene went black, but i couldnt move...so i guess it was sleep paralysis

in a brief time i was getting out of bed but in a strange house..i i thought «ok i im still dreaming !»

i visited the wall of the house and entered a room where my parents were watching TV..

all i was thinking was « how can this be so real ?? ». i looked at my parents astonished with the vividness.. then my father came to me and hug me and the the dream was gone

it was my 2nd lucid dream..i should have stabilized it better and perhaps decided to do another thing :

I'm at what I presume to be an away football game for my highschool. This place was supposedly very ghetto and dangerous and that was soon to be apparent. I'm standing up against this wall which is part of a building and I see a line of people 20 feet in front of me with guns. They start shooting at each other and it turns into a gang fight, but the people next to me up against the wall are unphased by it and so am I. Then I get the feeling bullets are being shot near us so I run around the building to the other side and I see my friend Kolby running next to me. That's when I got the feeling of a gunman chasing us (classic nightmare) and that if we didn't run away fast enough we were going to be shot. I see Kolby tripping over himself he's running so fast and I'm close behind. There's also like 20 people scattered running with us and we run into some forest. Some classmate named Matt from my school is sitting in the forest so I tell him to get up unless he wants to be shot and we continue running through some forest until I wake up.

I'll keep it simple because I don't have much time.


We're in the jungle. Guerrilla warfare at it's finest. Setting up traps with cobras in them. Throwing grenades from trees....just killing people so easily. It was pretty crazy. I remember thinking about how I killed someone for the first time. Then I'm back at some office, they're giving me some "top secret" mission, I think I just got my clearance or something. The difference between the two jobs were day and night. At first I was like some maniac commando, and then next, some spy.

01-15-2013 -- [My first day of using 5-HTP, and though my dreams seemed kind of vivid, they also seemed kind of short. And for some reason, I could not be bothered writing them down in great detail. I had two dreams, and this is the sum total of what I wrote down: Ziva, NCIS, and wrestlers at the BPM. Tom Drick, Betty White, and clowns at new church by Winn Dixie. Let's see how well I can expand this, a couple of days later.]

I was at the Buena Park Mall, on the east side near La Palma, half in and half out of the mall. I know I was watching some wrestling, and there were some good matches with some tough wrestlers, and yet they seem to be older matches from back in the 90s, even though I am watching them live.

Somehow, one of the wrestlers is Ziva, from NCIS, and I think she is working undercover, as am I. I think we are talking to some of the wrestlers like Brutus Beefcake and Rick Rude, and trying to figure out who are the faces and who are the heels at this point in time. Oddly enough, Ziva is pregnant at the time. Odd stuff.

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01-15-2013 -- I find myself at a new Church located across the street from Winn Dixie on Orange Blossom Trail. Tom Drick is leading worship, and it isn't in place of Pine Castle UMC or Tarpon Springs UMC, but in addition to both the others. It seems he is turning into a work-a-holic, and is now leading worship at all three churches, simu;taneously.

So we're in this church, and Tom is leading songs, and Betty White seems to be speaking, and is somehow talking about working as a clown back in her early days, while Tom is running out the door, heading for one of his other services at one of the other churches. Familiar people (but nobody I can specifically identify) are running around, discussing things, and I'm just kind of relaxing.

Eventually things calm down and the service seems to be ending, and I find myself out in the parking lot. Betty White may be on a Segway, and seems to be getting ready to leave, and I think her for joining us, and what she had to say, and am trying to ask about her time as a clown, and she indicates that she was never a clown, though she may have played one on TV, and it is all very strange.

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01-14-2013 -- [Since these are short dream fragments, I'm lumping them all together in this post.] Can't remember anything earlier, but I find myself at a dry cleaners, where I need to get some clothes cleaned or fixed, or even get some new clothes. A lot of the clothes seem to be western garb, and some of it is kind of wild looking. Also maybe hints of a security uniform, though not much.

The guy who is supposed to be cleaning the stuff is also giving me advice on what might be good clothes to wear, and is telling me I should get some more fabric, and he will make some more clothes that might go well with what I am already planning to wear.

Somehow I find myself with my dad in his truck, and he is driving me to a fabric store. We're in Buena Park on Crescent, and we're just north of the nursery, and he is driving on the wrong side of the street, because he just plans to dash past the nursery and pull into the driveway at the crossing guards' house, which is where the fabric store is supposed to be, and it is a pretty short distance.

Unfortunately, there is a cop right at La Reina, so we've got sirens after us as we turn in at the house. It turns out to be a bank, and we've gone inside, and dad is pretending to be drunk and falling asleep (how this would get him in less trouble I don't know), but somehow it allows him to knock out the cop.

So we're back on the road, just going a block further, to where we find ourselves in another bank. Dad is now really drunk, and Melody is here, taking care of him. More cops come in, and they are now grabbing me and dragging me out to his truck, even though I am a little kid, far too young to drive, as dad is passed out on the table.

They lead me to the and are badgering me about how I am too young to drive and how dare I drive, and being very rude, while I haven't driven at all, and am starting to get very angry with them, and am about to start yelling at them, before just flying away in disgust.

The first dream I had was circled on a park, nearly like a Jurassic Park of modern times sans dinos. Families from all over came with survival possessions, their family, pets, and anything else they thought they needed. I wasn't conscious of the end point of this park, what was the point; however, I was well aware that this park was a kill or be killed kind of park. We needed to be the last family standing, by any means necessary. In this kind of primal world, my family chose to bring ourselves, the dogs, and our cars, which weren't really our cars...

I don't remember much of this one, but some parts I do remember were quite vivid. It was a lush forest with plants that grew too high to be natural. The air was fresh and crisp, yet there was always a sense of tension, a sense of someone watching you from the shadows. We were taking a short break by a beautiful park when we came across another family. Nothing was said, but we immediately started attacking each other. After an unsuccessful few minutes, the other family decided to get in their car and speed away, making me miss some poorly thrown javelins by me. We decided to get in our car and go after them, but before we set off, my mother suggested putting one of the cars inside the other (we apparently had come with two cars...or the other was simply procured magically). I don't know how, but one of the cars fit inside the other, and we were fussing about which car had to have its windows down so that we could have access to the windows in general. While my mother and I were getting the window situation squared away, my father was looking and calling for my dogs, not quite sure of where they went. My mother kept telling him they were inside the car(s), and I realised they had both magically fit on the floor of the back row with plenty of room to walk around and lay down and things...these dogs can't remotely do that with our cars, they're far too large an animal for a space that's kinda tight. It was then I rethought the absurdity of this proposition, and then it got me thinking about the impossible nature of me having a javelin in the first place to throw, and finally settled on the fact that cars can magically fit inside each other and be fully operational. I came to these conclusions rather quickly and my dreamworld collapsed; then I woke up.

I was awake for a while and then went back to sleep; sadly, I did not remember any more dreams

01-16-2013 -- [Two dreams, one night, at least slightly connected, so I am going to list them both in one post.] For some reason I am in Melody's room in the Hickory house, and trying to go to sleep, but really having some problems with insomnia. My body just doesn't want to sleep, though it is the middle of the night, and I am afraid mom is going to come in and give me problems.

There is some very strange evil-Harry fan fiction that seems to be hanging on the walls, and near the ceiling, there is all kinds of stuff lining the walls like my room at the Moran house. Mom walks by and asks how I am doing, and I try and indicate I am all right. There are huge yearbooks from Melody's time in school that are about the size of the bound volumes of the Hornet, so the yearbooks are full-sheet newspaper size, which seems quite large for yearbooks.

Suddenly I find myself in Knott's Berry Farm, walking from the wild west section into the Roaring Twenties section over by the Knott's Berry Tales area, and walking back along toward the Good Time Theatre. The area is completely deserted, and there is nobody around, but that doesn't seem to stop them from doing a scheduled show.

I am outside, and though it is in the Roaring 20s section, the buildings seem to be very Wild West area, with balconies and such. I hear a voice call "Hello!" in a very familiar way, and a can-can girl opens a door, steps out onto a balcony, and hangs a leg over the railing. "Hello!" and there is another one doing the same thing. "Hello!" and again. This is seeming very familiar. Especially since as I look, the can-can girls look like Lana, Arlene, and Jill. Band members start to play, and I recognize Vince and Chris. The main performers come out and it is Jay Meyer and Betty Taylor.

It is suddenly looking like when Disneyland closed the Golden Horseshoe Revue, the entire cast just picked up and moved over to Knott's Berry Farm. They even seem to be singing Hello Everybody, though they fall silent or whisper every time they have to say the name Golden Horseshoe, and I am thinking it is probably because Disney owns the copyright to the name of the place ... but I am getting to listen to the show I love, performed by the people I love, even if it is at Knott's, and I am suddenly very, very happy.

I have a soda, which kind of gets knocked over, and I am running to grab the cup before it manages to roll on stage, and I manage to succeed, so I'm doubly happy.

Suddenly I find myself waking up again, back in Melody's bedroom. The lights are off, and I can barely move. Feels kind of like what I would guess sleep paralysis might feel like. It is dark, the lights are off, and my eyes are closed, but I can see almost a sort of after-image like the light was just turned off the second before I started to wake up. I'm struggling to my feet, and find myself standing between two beds. There is stuff dangling from the ceiling, like Christmas tree ornaments or something.

The shirt that the Harry Potter fan fiction was written on is now a weirdly folded envelope that I am starting to write down the Horseshoe dream on, and time is starting to go all over the place. I went to bed at two, and it is now five, or maybe three, or one (yes, before I even went to bed) and it is all very strange. And then I really wake up.

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01-16-2013 -- Starts with hints of the last dream, sleeping in Melody's room, then starts to turn in to a sort of a roommates in the house dream (even though it is still taking place in the Hickory House), and then shifts even further to a dream where we are still in the Hickory House, but we are the Simpsons, who live here, but film the Simpsons TV show on the set for Evergreen Terrace.

So I'm in the Hickory living room, kind of watching the last episode, and Russi Taylor (voice of Minnie Mouse) was a recent guest star, but has never gotten to see the episode she helped us film, and since it is just about to come on the TV, we call her to come out from Melody's room, and come watch it.

Oddly, it seems to episode she helped us with, Frick was building large old fashioned computers (the kinds with the huge tape drives) and somehow putting them on human legs so they could run around. Russi's character was a female computer with really sexy legs, but they stuck out at an odd angle, which made her a freak, and nobody wanted anything to do with her, even though both her legs and voice were really, really sexy. Very strange!

Meanwhile, things shift, and I suddenly find I am with a roommate in the dining hall at Indiana Wesleyan University, attending an FCM convention. The roommate is not actually anybody I know, though it kind of looks like Meeks from Dead Poets Society. They are telling us that we have been invited to attend a couple of normal college classes while staying here, as part of the convention (which makes no sense, but hey ... dreams.)

The physical campus looks very much like Brookhurst Junior High, though a slightly larger version. We're standing near room 66, and the class we get to sit in on is in room 33B or something like that. We're walking down corridors, and it seems the room we are looking for is past the office area and further south (we'd actually be in the middle of Brookhurst, the street, except in the dreams there are more classrooms).

We find the right area, and I walk into what I am hoping might be the right room, to find myself facing what looks like a younger version of Ducky (from NCIS ... but looking more like his Man From UNCLE days). The room is along the lines of a huge lecture hall, and the professor looks quite nice, but he turns out to be a rude, insulting nightmare. I walk into the next classroom over, hoping I might have the wrong room, but the next room over seems to be a business class, and every single student is dressed in the exact same business suit, and we sure wouldn't fit in, in that room.

So I come back to the room with Young Ducky, and he is insulting one student on his appearance, telling me to use soap next time, and insisting that a third needs to mess up his dorm room a lot more, just insulting everybody in the room, being miserable, and not teaching us anything. Finally, I just stalk out of the room, deciding I am not going to bother with this 'benefit', trying to make my way back to the cafeteria, and thinking this convention is really going to the dogs.

I am at this strange place, can smell something akin to rotten egg, do a RC while trying to find the switch but instead find the tail of a rat… well that scares me for a second until the RC and lucidity finally kick in; I am inside a sewer, how interesting these don’t exist in Mexico.

Feel somewhat familiar to the place but not sure why, go search for an exit and fly out of it. Strange city around, a lot of three floor houses made of wood, again this is not like Mexico at all, wonder where I am at. Teleport to the tallest place and look around, see a weird tree not far from here so fly down and walk around the streets to get over there.

Look up at the tree, it had some kind of dark tumor, the tumor moves its head over to me and then stares… … that is not a tumor is it? The thing makes a crocodile sound and then jumps down at me and I jump out of the way then teleport, that thing is at least 6 meters long, look at it from above the building, don’t really want to fight the crocodiles, this is their territory living with humans I guess?

Back to sleep.

I am sitting at this tree, do a RC and become lucid while getting up. Shake off the dust and then walk over to the next street, saw some cars in there and want to… oh wait dream don’t have to go back home.

At some point some silver-like thing shows up and it starts to follow me, I keep telling it to go away but then when I scan find out that this place is more than just a random dream location, time was reset here to a few years back when I showed up first in here, this thing is a time seal!

Grab the hand of the silver thing and tell it that we should get going, wasn’t expecting it to leave that fast but whatever it just runs and I have to keep my own pace at the start, finally get things down and we go through the croc place, just that now there are around 20 crocs and not just the gigantic one, we find two who are tree sized and I have to help the silver thing with TK to evade being eaten then run away over to the sewers, jump down and teleport us to the real exit on a river, cast a barrier on the last of the croc place but then wake up.

Back to sleep.

FA, go out of bed and RC then decide to work on the goals, just as I am thinking that get teleported back to the crocs place, the silver thing shows up again and it attacks me, teleport above its hand and just use gravity to push it down, weird why am I being sealed on this kind of place?

Use teleportation and bring down the enemies I remember from that time that reside in this planet, think they were troublesome at the time but oh well, just use barriers to finish them all off right now and then try to teleport back home, instead arrive at some weird school.

Back to sleep.

I am at school, do a RC while going over to the bus and become lucid then ditch the bus, fly back home and expect to be able to teleport over to Nathan, but as soon as I try appear as a 8 years old kid in another school, this is other dream from the past… get things sorted out after scanning this planet and solve the puzzle before waking up.

Back to sleep.

I am at school, the bus is coming and I am bored of waiting, do a RC and become lucid… wait again this one!? Have to solve it before being able to go Nathan, judging by how these are either memory or time seals it must be his doing, he really doesn’t wants to meet me uh?

Teleport over to the room with all the materials, remember I had to solve something there. A teacher from University shows up and she tells me to leave, ah I see this is a combination of many different seals, so this is how you want to play uh?

Go out and walk back to the bus, see some giant turkeys on my way back and use powers on a lot of things, but don’t start anything yet. When I get to the bus family shows up, get them on the bus and then head back to the construction place.

Back to sleep.

I am in this small hill, do a RC while going up and at the other side the school is waiting for me, enter the tools room and find brother there, make him invisible so the guards won’t see him and just brainwash them into believing anything I say.

Teleport proper material and start to repair what was broken, the same teacher from before shows up again and thanks me for helping out, I go out again and find the turkeys, go over to them and only see a small one there, the son of the giant ones, the giant turkeys are at least 12’4 each, give them their son back with TK and then fly away, getting tired of this game and having insomnia, I will fight you no matter what Nathan! His answer to that is waking me up while I fly over to another planet.

Back to sleep.

FA, go out of bed and RC then when I am about to leave get teleported to a planet made out of skeletons, alright you want to play like this uh? Since he is already applying his powers we will play with his rules.

There is no doubt that his seals are much better, harder to break and more intricate than my own so normally shouldn’t be able to defeat him but not today. He created 3 seals before, I just need 5 more, he may know how seals work far better than I do, but I just know DW that much more than him.

He choose locations on the first universe, I sit down and start to use scan then move about through his seals, he creates a new one and I use scan to alter the location to other places and universes of dream world, place as many micro-seals and objects on the locations he tries to control. Also solve the problem with teleportation in a few seconds and then place some other ones on book world and finally some others outside my own worlds, he creates a total of 14 seals when I am done preparing things and solving them, create two more, one is a bow and the other an arrow.

Make a polygonal seal and then force him to be chained to the seal, he tries to break it but of course I made them on different places and controlled it to make each part of the seal tied to the location and its innate abilities, he will have to solve each puzzle to get out while all I have to do is shot the arrow. Prepare the bow, the arrow and make the shot, he makes another seal to slow me down by making it impossible for the arrow to move forward but that was not the plan from the start, the arrow will not be moving forward or moving at all, it is teleported to his location and he is switched with it “Hey there Nathan, welcome to freedom” he isn’t very happy about that and tries to get back, just wake myself so he can’t break it until tomorrow at least.

I had 2 dreams last night, but I only remember bits and pieces. I'm not sure whether waking up after each dream is a good idea, because I seem to either go straight back to sleep without properly registering I am awake, or I end up staying awake for the rest of the night. Anyway, dream recall time:

I am sat in a dark room on one of those computer chairs that spin around. I have a huge bottle of fizzy orange juice. The bottle itself is about 1m long. My mum walks in, and asks me why I bought a bottle of OJ for £88. At this point I realize that wherever I am is a room at the side of an airport terminal, and I bought the drink from one of the shops. I'm texting some random guy, when I walk back into this dark room. (I don't where I left to go or anything), and I see the bottle cap on a desk on the corner. Walking over to it, I realize that there is an imprint on the cap. The cap looks like a plastic shot glass, and the imprint is sort of like chalk? Or some black charcoal dust.

Looking down, I see that I have received a text from the same guy. It is a picture message of the bottle cap and my ID card leaning against it. The ID card shows that in the dream, I am a scientist, and I look different, have a different name etc. I decide that this guy must have stolen my ID Card because of:

*In-dream Flashback*
I am sat at the table in a kitchen with a skinny man stood in front of me. He asks me a question that I don't understand, then places the black/charcoal thing in front of me, however it looks like a pale version of the resin you use with a violin. We have a conversation which I didn't actually hear. I think it was like mind speak, and we knew what the other was saying. He then picks up my ID card and puts it in his back pocket. I ask for it back, and he acts like he didn't realize he had done it.
*End of Flashback*

I realize that by putting it in his pocket, he imprinted the ID card onto the charcoal. When I come back from the flashback, I am hidden in my wardrobe, looking out into a room that is once again, very dark. In front of me sit a brother and a sister, who are also scientists, but also hackers. I don't know how I know this. They both look very mice like mice, and they are talking about something they are working on. Something they say causes me to realize that this plan is about doing something to me.

They then go onto have an argument about the fact that they can't fail like their dad did. This is when I realize why I know they are hackers because they turn around to look at the computer. Attached to it are hundred of wires and hard drives etc, and they are doing something like a search on me.

Then I wake up. My second dream was a lot shorter:

I am stood in the garden of a new house I have just moved into. Because it's winter, there are no leaves on the trees, and the garden is covered with branches and it looks really scruffy. I walk over to my mum and my grandma, who are making plans for the garden. My grandma is on her knees looking at some paving stones. Paths got through and around the garden, and my grandma insists that there is too much grass, and that we need more stone paths. Sure enough, I look up and there is a patch of bright green, freshly cut grass. My mum tells my grandma that we will not have any more paths, because she really likes grass.

And I woke up again.

01-17-2013 -- [This dream happened very early in the night when I should not have been having dreams with the 5-HTP I have been taking. I went to bed around 11:30, and woke around 2:00, earlier than I would expect. On the other hand, it was weird and disjointed, which I would expect from such an early dream.]

Big, long chase-style dream, with tons of scene changes, and very hard to remember details. Starts with an odd combination of a kids' play area and perhaps a ship (much like the ship I got pulled under in the David Tennant Bat'leth dream), where I seem to be kind of climbing into a kids play area. But soon things shift, and I find myself half-flying, half skiing through a snowy mountain area that seems familiar.

It is very much something we are doing in real life, but there is still a kind of a hint of Runescape, and it seems like some sort of route (like doing herbs at the five herb patches). Dale is doing this with me, but it has been a long time since he has done it, so he doesn't remember where things are, and I am half trying to help him, and half trying to beat him and gain more experience.

Anyway, we're sliding down the slopes of this snowy mountain, and eventually slide off on what almost seems to be a sort of freeway exit. It feels like halfway a small town exit off I-95 in the Tampa area (San Antonio or perhaps Bushnell), partway something off I-4 near Disney, and partly something in the Rancho Palos Verdes area in California. Anyway, we're on the off ramp waiting to make a left turn, and Dale just makes it in a gap in the traffic while I have to wait a bit for more traffic to go by.

It seems like I head west a few hundred yards, and then make a u-turn and head a bit further East, which begs the question why we didn't make a right turn instead of a left turn off the freeway off ramp. Weird. Anyway, Dale is ahead of me, and I soon find myself driving into a sort of combination apartment complex and retirement home, where it seems I have to deliver some newspapers.

It has a very Register feeling to it, because the paper comes in two sections, and I have to put them together. I know I have to deliver 8 or 9 papers to this complex, but I can't remember which units are my customers. Luckily there are only about 15 apartments, and I have a few extra papers, so I might be able to just deliver papers to all of them, and avoid any problems. At some point it also turns from the Register, to an issue of Grit.

Somehow somebody is ranting about how dogs aren't allowed, though they just might barely allow a small puppy, but somebody else has brought both a puppy and a dog, and that's just not allowed. Meanwhile, all the people are coming out to meet me instead of allowing me to drop the papers off at their porches, and taking papers directly from me, while a sprinkler is soaking all of us and the papers. It is very confusing and surreal.

Anyway, Dale is still ahead of me, and I have to try and catch up with him, and so I have to get out of here, but all the old people want to walk with me and talk with me. Meanwhile, I am trying to fly out to gain some speed, but the area I am leaving seems to be lined with the kind of netting / fencing that they use on a golf driving range to keep you from being able to hit golf balls out of the area, and the stuff is tight and limiting my flying.

I make it out of that area, and move on to the next area, which seems to be a combination of the Animal Kingdom, Knott's Jungle Island, and a Polynesian area I've dreamed about a few times recently. I have to get in here, but I am still being chased by somebody who started chasing me at the gold course as I tried to fly. I am at this second area to make a pick-up of Idexx samples, which is why the flavor of the Animal Kingdom, but the security entrance is actually kind of the covered bridge entrance to Knott's Jungle Island.

I am supposed to stop to see security to get in, but with the idiot chasing me, I just decide to fly over the bridge (and security gate) to escape the guy. Unfortunately, that has security starting to chase me, so I just trade one for the other. I try to explain I'm here to pick up the Idexx samples, but they say somebody else just came and picked them up (Dale, of course). So I ask if he picked up both sets of samples, and they didn't know there were two sets of samples. (The reason they didn't know is that there aren't two sets, but I did find samples to pick up, so whatever Dale grabbed, they weren't the right stuff.)

Anyway, I grab the samples and try to fly right back out the way I came in, but I seem to be being chased by more and more people. There are large vines everywhere in the air, and I am trying to dodge them and fly around them, but there are more and more of them, and I am having more and more trouble. Right when I escape one guy, somebody else always starts chasing me.

At one point, some of the vines I am having to fly around and avoid even seem to be shooting out of my mouth, and at others they are shooting through the pane of glass in the front door of the Hickory House, as things just get odder and odder, in a full-out chase dream that makes less and less actual sense.

Sleep – 10:45pm
Wake ups – N/A
Finial Wake up – 6:30am
WBTB – N/A

- My brother was training for the army or some sort of military force. He came home covered in mud and started telling me what he did that day.

- I was doing my homework on my laptop in my room. I was listening to music while doing this. I was drawn to the window for some reason. When I looked out the window I saw a woman on the roof across the street yelling at a man on the ground. They looked like they were in an intense argument.

- I was having dinner around someone’s house. Everyone else there was part of a family and I was the only one not related to them. They were all sad because their mum/wife had died recently.

Hi all,

For my first dream journal post I thought I would post one of my craziest lucid dreams. This dream was wrapped up in so many metaphors and symbolism for different parts of my life and mind that I literally feel like I took a walk through my mind the night I had it. Most of the other lucid dreams I've had have been far shorter and much more subtle and impressionistic but this lucid dream was definitely the longest, and darkest of all I've had.

I'm not sure if it would be considered lucid or 'semi-lucid' as while I was fully aware of the fact I was dreaming I was still afraid of certain things in the dream that, had I of been fully conscious I would have known couldn't hurt me. I also had many moments of doubting myself and thinking that maybe I wasn't dreaming and maybe I'm awake. Anyway, you decide for yourself.

On to the dream...

It started out as a nightmare, I can't remember much about what happened before I went lucid only that in the moment my mind decided to let me know I was dreaming and 'woke me up' so to speak, I found myself in a giant black room filled with darkness and death and basically everything horrible my mind could conjure up. The room wasn't so much a 'room' as such, but more like a space that seemed to go on forever.

The space was filled with all sorts of bad things everything from demons and dead bodies hanging to negative people in my life that I've encountered. I didn't particularly feel threatened by anything, like what you would in a non lucid dream, I wasn't thinking 'oh god that demon is going to eat my eyeballs as his entrée' but more like 'make it go away, I don't want to look at it any more' This is what I mean when I say I don't think I was fully lucid as while I knew nothing was physically going to hurt me, I still didn't have the control to change what was occurring.

Anyway, I was trying really hard to make all this bad stuff go away and make things happy but I just couldn't do it. I began to have a full blown freak out, soon after this is where I began to doubt myself and for some reason I started to think that maybe I wasn't dreaming and maybe I was just going insane. Going insane has always really scared me so I started to freak out even more wondering why I couldn't control what was happening or even wake myself up.

I became so desperate to wake myself up that I started screaming out to my boyfriend at the time (who was lying beside me) to wake me up, hoping I would say it in real life and he'd hear me. Obviously this didn't happen.

After a while, I gave up trying to get out of the dream and instead tried to focus all of my energy on trying to make something appear that would help me or tell me what to do. I closed my eyes and focused and when I opened them a man sitting in a therapist chair appeared.

The man was sitting, waiting for me in classic therapist manner (one leg crossed, clipboard in hand ready to make notes) and he looked a little like Steven Spielberg. Since apparently everyone we see in dreams we've seen before there is a chance maybe the therapist actually was Steven Speilberg (haha!)

I sat in the chair in front of the therapist and told him frantically that I wasn't sure what was going on, I thought I was going insane, that I didn't know why I couldn't control anything and that I couldn't make it go away. The therapist told me that I couldn't control everything, that I just had to stop fighting it and embrace it and that I would find out more later.

This conversation went on for a little while before I ventured off into the vast darkness, still quite terrified although wanting to take the therapists advice, I tried to embrace it, I tried to let go of my fear. I kept walking and the darkness began to transform into a beautiful dream landscape. Bright colours, patterns, like something from an acid trip. I was literally bouncing off the walls and floating.

Soon after this moment of psychedelia the colours began to change back into more natural colours and everything started to look more real again. I looked ahead and the landscape transformed into my old primary school assembly hall. It was like walking back through a memory and I could see the childhood version of myself at assembly. I examined myself for a second before I went up to child me and hugged myself. I felt at peace and happy, like I had reunited with a piece of myself.

Then my childhood self turned into some kind of tiny demon and started attacking me, I couldn't get it off me so I bit it's throat out and ended up waking up panicked and scared.

01-17-2013 -- [Not sure if this was 1 or 2 dreams. Woke at about 2:30 and wrote down a dream, then had some slight problems getting back to sleep, probably fell back to sleep somewhere between 3:30 and 4:00. Had a dream, and had the sense of waking up and trying to fix it in my mind, but might have been in the dream, itself. I just don't know. Eventually woke up and wrote everything down about 8:15.]

Started out as a sort of dull, halfway repetitive Runescape dream. I was playing the game and teleporting to a sort of version of the Canifis farm patch, where I seem to be growing pumpkins. I teleport there, pick pumpkins, cut trees, perhaps bake pumpkin pies or something, then start the whole process again, about every five minutes, with the next growth tick. Very repetitive, kind of dull.

For a few minutes I find myself in a real life kitchen somewhere, standing outside a refrigerator, waiting for somebody to remove something from the freezer, so I can lay out some slices of cheese on a large piece of aluminum foil and place it back in the freezer. Hints of roommates and things. Then I find myself back at the teleporting to the farm patch, and cutting the logs and all. I seem to be waiting for Dale to join me, watching the mini-map for him, but his orange dot never seems to appear.

There is a slight hint of typical bits of a warehouse dream in here, but nothing that sticks, and it is around this point that I might have woke up, because I seem to remember trying to remember the previous bits in detail, so I may have half woke, then drifted right back into the same dream. I am just not sure.

I keep doing the farm bits, but the tree cutting is getting more and more involved, and I am turning in more and more logs at once (kind of like adding to the bonfire while hunting Skoll), getting to the point of 10 or 12 at once. Where I am turning them in seems to be more and more a sort of lumberyard, and soon I seem to be building one as part of a quest in perhaps Mort'ton, on the other side of the screen, but on the same screen, where I built another one as part of another quest a couple of years ago.

I suddenly find myself remembering building four or five lumberyards around different parts of Runescape, and it seems like it is getting to be a bit much to me. Besides, don't you need electricity to run a sawmill? This game seems to be getting more and more anachronistic to me. Anyway, I am still waiting for Dale's character to show up, and I am feeling very tired, so I decide to lay down on a pile of saw dust, which seems so very, very comfortable.

Things are shifting around me, and the pile of sawdust is turning into an odd sort of combination of a beanbag and some sort of weird ergonomical chair within a showroom of a sort of furniture store, and there is a redhead who is bugging me to get up. It seems the store is about to close, and she is not going to just let me fall asleep there, though she is willing to show me around a little and try to sell me something. [She looks much like the somewhat strange redhead in the funeral home that I saw in NCIS: Los Angeles last night.]

She leads me around the store, which kind of half looks like the Varrock Museum, then back to the corner where I had tried to take a nap. I am starting to gather all my stuff (of which I have more and more by the second), including putting things in my backpack, and trying to unplug my cell phone from the charger and the charger from the wall, without tangling up my wires and cables and things from theirs. My backpack is on my back, my pockets are getting full, and I seem to be having to carry my laptop in my hands, while she is saying something about me maybe accidentally dying, and I am saying "Good!" and reminding myself of the grumpy cat that people keep posting pictures of on Facebook right now.

Somehow the store full of people seem to want to cheer me up or something, so they all start singing some goofy sing-along song that everybody is supposed to join in on, but the singing is not impressive, I have no interest in joining in, and moments later they are still trying to rush me out of the store because they are closing for the evening.

But they are running me out in Frontierland in Disneyland, as it seems that's where the store is now located. I am supposed to be meeting a number of friends here, including Dale and others, but instead the only person who seems to be waiting is Howie, Kluts's husband. I'm talking about the odd store / show combination as we walk out of Frontierland, and then start down Main Street.

Very quickly Howie has turned into a huge, tall black guy (very big, but not fat) as we continue down Main Street. Then we're out in the parking lot, perhaps on a tram, and then even on a freeway. At times we're in a car, or a utility vehicle. At times it seems to be a bus, and at times, it seems to be almost floating on air or something. At one point we are at the top of a very tall, very steep hill, just starting down the other side, and it doesn't seem like we're in anything at all, though it feels much like a roller coaster as we rush down.

When it seems to be a bus, the black guy has lost his voice, but is trying to speak on a mic. He tries again and again, and is not sure if the mic is on or not, because even if it is on, with no voice, he probably couldn't make himself heard, anyway. I'm thinking his voice is even worse than mine.

Anyway, by this point the guy has shrunk a lot, and is now starting to look like Director Vance from NCIS, and he has his wife (who just was buried last night in the episode I watched) and kids with him, as well as myself. The bus is turning into a large SUV, and we are driving along the freeway next to a railroad track. There are train cars sitting on the tracks, with scaffolding on them, as people seem to be cleaning them much like window cleaners. Oddly the people climbing around the scaffolding seem to be a little old woman and her kids, and I quickly recognize them as Bonnie's old housekeeper Mattie and her kids (who I never met).

Somehow we're all impressed with how hard they seem to be working, and what a good job they seem to be doing, and Director Vance decides we have to stop at the trainyard and go in and place compliments for them, so we do so. We've parked at what looks much like a truck dock, though it is dirty, and I am thinking of staying in the car, so the kids don't have to go in, but we all end up getting out of the SUV, and end up being approached again by the same redhead from the funeral home / odd store, who wants to know what she can help us with. Odd.

At the point I realized I was dreaming and became lucid, I tried playing some basketball and jumping high and stuff like that. I got bored though, I wanted to do something more spectacular...

I jumped backwards but up (moving up towards the sky, looking down on earth), in a tremendous speed. The jump made me fly off earth. I could see earth getting smaller and smaller, and small white stars would suddenly start too surround me. Suddenly, I totally let go and just fell, in space, down. Straight down. And I let go. Falling further and deeper away in space. Faster and faster. As we know, there is no gravity in space, but tonight, in my dream there was :-) I fell, and let go. It was an amazing feeling, just amazing. I remember that as I fell there was like ambient music playing, beautiful tones that made the whole thing better, calmer, and more relaxed. Faster, deeper.

I could have done something, tried something, but the thing is, it was amazing to just LET GO.

Smoothly everything got vaguer, and I woke up, totally amazed.

I've hade other lucid dreams, intense once. But this, tonight, was the most amazing fucking experience I can ever remember having. Far better than any trip, dream or other feeling that I can remember having :-)

I'm carefully taking melatonin right now in an effort to fix my sleep issues, and my dreams are pretty crazy right now. Too tired still to really write anything down though.

First dream: I remember a room and casting spells from Harry Potter with a wand. I feel like there was some crazy stuff going on, like murders? Or someone chasing people around. Not sure if this was in the dream or not, but I remember wishing that I had memorized more of the spells, because I kept fumbling with trying to remember them as I was casting.

Second dream: I believe I was in a jungle with some other people, and we were climbing rocks (without any gear). There was water below, and a basketball kept bouncing around in the water as I tried to get it.