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28/10/13 5:37AM
I was taking a shower in some small room, to the left of me was a door with a glass centre, the walls and door except the glass where white.
while I was taking a shower, a big grey ( around 8 foot tall) I saw through the window of the door, I started to get scared, as he came towards me, opening the door, I fell on the flood, trying to kick the door closed, he was stronger than my feet, and managed to get the door open. He came towards me and that's all I remember.
Oh throughout the entire event, there was a humming sound, kind of sounded like a binural beat, a coming and going of a hum like this line -
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that's how the humming came and went, it was kinda slow.
This dream was quite vivid, I remembered it as if it had just happened to me, still not fading in my mind.

I don't remember seeing my spirit guide being in this dream.
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28/11/13
I was at my house, on the road when a very slow flying missle / bomb plane dropped in the neighbors front yard, I was standing on the road with someone, we both went running when we remembered / realised "oh shit" it's a nuke!!.. so we started running, than as if in slow motion, the bomb blew, and the shock wave slowly reached me, and my friend after, disintegrating us. seen in great detail. I was at peace at that last moment, I was ok with dying.

bomb. externally controlled missle/small aircraft. I was OK with this dying.
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29/11/13
cubensies , growing huuge, as tall as my knee caps, some guy there.. at this garden, his normal garden, looked like he started it not long ago. he was another me.. but not me...?

cubensies, fertile soil, some other person there as well.. possibly a friend but shadowed.

another dream that night someone's postage was tracked by police, it was someone I met only once, he managed to realise what was going on and got away before authorities got there. Don't remember spirit guide in this one.
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3/12/13
just a note: After going to a party at my best friends house, some of his friends came over at night, we started eventually talking about lucid dreams and such. They 100% think ther person in all my dreams is my spirit guide. He's a shadowed figure with perhaps a tophat like a detective? Tall guy.
space for Dream;

non lucid
*I put in a letter request to amitabha for someone to be reborn in sukhavati.
*Some old chinese man jumped into a deep cave for a reason I believe wasn't good enough.
*Montre keep talking about how in cally they have shops were they sell gang related clothing. I thought in my head how retarded.
*Lama dojree was giving one of his students a hug telling that person he loves them.
*I was in a three month class just for lucid dream. There were these people in the class that had no interest in lucid dreaming. I said to them it makes to sense at all why your here! I also said to them how do you know which is real waking life or dreaming life.

Nice that for once, my dreams aren't so fragmented and pointless.

I was at some movie theater (or just regular theater for plays and such) and my family was watching some performance. I can't even remember if what was shown was a movie or a play.
But after it was over, we got outside and everyone save for me wanted to talk about the themes of (whatever it was we just saw) but I wasn't interested. I don't think I had enjoyed it as much as my family. So I had to wait patiently while they talked. Fortunately, it didn't take them too long.
We changed topics to who was going to ride in who's car. I got with my grandfather. It was just me and him in his car. We pulled out of the theater and were in a pretty remote looking rural community.
He turned out of the theater, it was a bland building and went to the right. After about a quarter mile the road became dirt and turned to the left. I also remember there being a sign saying "watch for poop" and thinking that was funny.
We wound up outside this farm house built on a small hill. Most of it was surrounded by a dense, lush forest. I got out, and all of my cousins were there. The farmer came out and introduced himself. I think he had some really generic name like "farmer Joe" he started giving us a tour of his farm by gesturing to in different directions and telling us what there was. I was excited because he had goats (what!? I like goats!) I know he also had chickens, roosters and three cats.
He told us we were going to be helping out on his farm. He gave me this metal tool that looked sort of like a big two-pronged fork. (I have no idea if that's a real farming tool to be honest.) and told me that the cats would lead me to my work spot.
I began to run after the cats. Because the farm was in a rural area, I was running through a maze of trees and bushes to get there; I woke up trying to find my work assignment.

i know this seems like a really pointless post as its just a dream fragment... but i think it will be good to start my journal up again after a few years i got up to recalling 6-12 dreams a night yonks ago but now i will have 1 or 2 and they are pretty fragmented.

#1
All i remember is dreaming about my friend eileen i think we were on a train.

reason:
the next day i was catching a train into the city and my friend eileen was maybe coming.

Dream of: 26 November 2013 "When Buddha Was Buried"

Clifford (whom I first met when we attended the 7th grade together in 1964) and I are in a house (which somewhat resembles the Grandview Avenue House in Portsmouth where I lived with my mother in 1970). Clifford (around 30 years old) seems to be living in this house, although I'm not quite sure of that. Clifford's wife is also in the house.
I have a little bit of marijuana which I intend to smoke in the basement. I know that Clifford is straight and I don't think he has ever smoked pot, or at least not more than once or twice in his life. I think that trying pot would be good for him for him and that he would benefit from getting high. I invite him to descend to the basement and smoke with me and he seems to agree to do so. I say, "You're going to get so happy."
He comes down to the basement with me. I light up a joint, take a couple hits, and hand the joint to him. He takes two or three hits. I wish he would take more, but he has to go back upstairs. I hope he smoked enough to feel it.
A pudgy girl (15-16 years old) walks half-way down the basement stairs and stands there. She's dressed in white and wearing a rather short skirt. As she's leaning over the banister, I hold the remaining little bit of the joint close to her face just as it goes out. My finger is so close to her face, I almost feel like tickling her chin, but I don't. I wonder how old she is and I reflect that she's clearly too young for me. She walks back upstairs and disappears.
I see Clifford standing up at the top of the stairs. I'm wondering if he's high, but I can't really tell by looking at him. I'm feeling the marijuana, but only moderately. Clifford reaches down and hands me a paperback book with a colorful cover on which is printed the title "Buddhism". I say something like, "I like Buddhism. I like to think about it."
I open the book and discover that one section of the book has come loose from the binding and has been stuck in the back of the book. The first page of that section has a chapter heading at the top which reads, "Hallucination". This seems like a perfect example of my belief of the relationship between Buddhism and drugs: both Buddhism and drugs are involved with the subject of hallucination. I appreciate the book and I tell Clifford that I like to think about the intricacies of Buddhism.
I abruptly have a memory of Clifford having given me something else about Buddhism just yesterday or the day before. I try to remember what he gave me and I seem to recall seeing a picture of the grave of Buddha. Recalling in my mind the picture of a freshly dug mound of dark-brown dirt under which Buddha was supposedly recently buried, I try to describe my sudden memory of the the picture by blurting, "Oh, when Buddha was buried."

So when I first recall the dream, I am with a group of my friends about to enter into a house. It looks perfectly normal on the outside: a standard, middle-class American house, painted a medium blue in color and two stories. I am unsure why we are going inside, but I am with my friends so I follow them on in.

Coming inside I find us in what seems to be an exceptionally long hallway with only the way we came in and another door that continues on into the home. My friends quickly run through the next door, leaving me behind. Running to catch up with them, I'm surprised to find that when I follow through the door they are no where in the room, and I come upon a kitchen. It's completely void of life and when I holler for my friends I get no response. Concerned, I turn back around and go back through the door that I had just entered through.

However, to my dismay, I am not back in the hallway. Now I'm in a bathroom and there is a girl sitting on top of the toilet cover, a laptop in her lap as she steadily types away. I'm highly confused at this point and attempt to speak with her, asking her where my friends are, but she seems to blatantly ignore me and continues typing on her keyboard. I leave her to go through the door I entered once more and find myself in yet another room. I am steadily freaking out at this point, quickly running through doors and rooms to try to find my friends and get myself out of that house. Occasionally I come across people but they act as if I do not exist at all and ignore any interaction.

I run quickly through as many doors as I can, and I finally come across a door that looks different, this one painted entirely black as opposed to the plain wooden doors that made up all the others. I reach for the knob and slowly open the door. Just as I open it all the way, an external force in reality awakens me and draws me from the dream.

Dream of: 25 November 2013 "Anti-Gun"
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I'm out in the country at a brick house on a large lot owned by my mother. The house sits on the side of a hill with a thick forest behind it up on the hillside. Another house also sits on a large lot next-door on the side of the hill. I go outside and witness some commotion taking place next door - the police are over there. As I watch the activity, I gather that a gun has been lost from the neighboring house and that the police are investigating the loss. Finally, the neighbor - a tall thin man around 40 years - emerges from the back of the neighboring house with a large military gun which sits on a tripod. I know that this is the gun which was supposed to have been lost. The police leave.
The man proceeds to lug the gun over into our yard, set it up, and start shooting up into the trees behind our house. Then he returns to his house with the gun.
I'm infuriated by what I've just seen. I know that my mother lives out here alone and I don't know whether she has given the neighbor permission to shoot the gun in her yard like that. I also know that my mother is incapacitated and can hardly move around.
I have my own problems: I have some kind of disease and I'm also hardly able to move. I can't walk and I'm pulling myself around on the ground. I manage to pull myself back inside our house where I'm surprised to find the neighbor's tall thin blond-haired son (around 20 years old) walking around the house. When I ask him whether he has permission to be in this house, he ignores me and continues walking around the house.
A woman walks into the house. She at least is friendly. I talk with her and learn that she is a housekeeper for the neighbor, from which I conclude that the neighbor must have a little money if he can afford a housekeeper to stay in the house when he isn't there.
The son walks back into the living room and leaves a fishing rod lying on the floor. I think about standing up and throwing the fishing rod outside, but I can hardly move and I'm unable to do that.
My mother walks into the room. She's up and walking around, but she doesn't look like herself. She's a thin woman probably about 50 years old. I ask her about these people, but she doesn't seem to respond to my questions. It looks as if I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands.
Suddenly I notice that the neighbor is actually sitting in an easy chair right here in the living room. Now he's wearing glasses and he looks oriental. I know this is the same fellow (even though he looks different) and I tell him he has to leave. I say, "Look buddy, I don't want you in this house. Are you going to leave or not."
My problem is that this house belongs to my mother and I'm not sure what she thinks about all this. If this were my house, I would be doing things differently and I wouldn't be standing for any of this. Since the house belongs to my mother, however, I don't actually have the authority to throw anyone out. Nevertheless, even without authority, I'm throwing the man out.
I'm thinking that I'm going to tell the neighbor and his son that I'm "anti-gun". I don't believe in guns. I don't even believe in military guns. I think I might even say that I'm a vegetarian - which seems somehow related to being anti-gun - but I decide it isn't appropriate to bring up that subject at the moment. Along that line of thought, however, I think that when the neighbor was shooting into the trees, he would have hit any birds or squirrels or other animals which might have been in the trees. I reflect that I've witnessed quite an amazing chain of events here.
In his left hand the neighbor is holding a book with a dust jacket which he has found here in the house. He pulls out a cigarette lighter and sets the book on fire. He stands up and throws the book on the carpet in the corner of the room. The fellow then walks out of the house. I immediately view this as a case of arson and I think I must call the police. I walk toward the book to see if the house is catching fire.

Dream of: 24 November 2013 "Sexual Dilemma"
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I'm in the country at the house of Eubanks (a guitarist whom I've known since 1972). A party is taking place and a crowd of people is mingling in the pleasant yard outside the house. Other houses are in the area, but I'm unsure whether people live in those houses. Wheat (an attorney friend whom I've known since 1987) shows up and brings me a six-pack of beer which I stick in a refrigerator. Quite a few attractive women are present and I enjoy circulating among them. When I finally decide to drink a beer, I look for my six-pack in the refrigerator, but I can't find it. Nevertheless, I manage to locate some beer and soon have a green bottle of beer in each hand. One bottle looks as if some of the beer has already been drunk from it. After I ask some of the women if they want beer, I pull more beer from the refrigerator and hand them out to the women.
I feel as if I want to be with one of the women, and I feel one woman standing so close behind me that she's breathing on the back of my neck. I mumble to her, "Let's go somewhere."
She responds, "Let's go now."
I'm not even sure which woman she is, but I know that all the women were attractive and probably in their 30s. I figure I'll just let myself be surprised when I finally see which one she is. I know we can go to a nearby house and be alone, so - still without having seen which woman she is - I start walking toward the house.
A black fellow intercepts me and tells me that he'll pay me $10 for a beer. I'm just about to stop and get one for him, when I realize that these beers don't even belong to me.
Suddenly, I have another realization: I've stopped having sex. This will be embarrassing if I go into the house with the woman and then have to tell her that I can't have sex with her. The problem is that I really feel like having sex. What am I going to do? I want to have sex, but I've decided that I'm not going to have sex anymore. This is definitely a dilemma. I definitely feel like having sex with this woman right now and I think that she's going to be willing. What to do?

Slept at 6:30 - 6:45pm and woke up at 9:00pm

Lucid dream occurred around at 4:24 Am

Experience: i could hear country music playing in the background, saw a you-tube animation video protesting about the war on drugs.

Watching animation, then went down stairs at a person house who use to live with/ be my guardian (but didn't like at all) and realized it was empty, which i thought was unusual and experienced lucidity.

Daydreamed about a girl i fancied and we were in a hotel private pool nude and saw snake tattoo on swirled around and up her leg.

the next dream scene was in a Arabian desert with the sound type mud huts. I was suddenly feeling extremely scared and wanted to get out of lucid dream, even thought nothing scary or threatening actually happened.

But i ended up in a Arabian hut with tent door, and saw an Indian man in a suit who didn't say anything but smiled slightly. i asked my subconscious to appear and when i saw the guy (thinking and hoping he was my subconscious) i yelled either "i want bigger muscles" or "i will have bigger muscles". the logic behind this was auto suggestion to plant a thought that would then affect me in my waking life.

Then i saw blackness, which i assume was me exiting lucid dream due to surge in unnecessary and sudden fear, at which point i experienced higher fear and anxiety because i was scarred of experiencing old hag or some other horrible experience . I had my eyes closed trying to get out of sleep paralysis, planning to pull the cable (light switch) next to me. eventually SP broke and i finally got out of it.

While lying there i saw the ceiling through my eyelids, until i finally moved and got out of bed.

waking experience: upon waking up i did have an urge to lift weights/ potent desire and i can't seem to shake the thought of what it would be like to be big a muscular all of a sudden. I don't have an overwhelming urge to build muscle but it is more potent that before i attempted auto suggestion technique =) I'll have to see if it wears off during the week and hopefully i can learn to not get so terrified upon achieving lucidity

To start out with, i haven't had anything close to a nightmare for years, so this one is kind of weird. i wasn't one of the characters, i was just watching and couldn't do anything.
There was a group of boy scouts in an abandoned park with at least a mile of wilderness on every side, and the scouts were spending a week there. It was all fine, setting up camp in one of the picnic housing area things, then a kid found a gameboy with a game in that was like tetris mixed with DDR (i don't even know) and the scouts played the game until night time. when it became night, there were loud noises and my vision turned staticy with a red hue.

I woke up.

it was late at night, so when i went back to sleep, i came back to the area and i was one of the scouts, trying to spend the night there. the last thing i remembered about the dream was a wolf or something jumping out and attacking someone . The dream wasn't very scary to me, just more dark than any of the dreams i have had for years.

My dream starts off on the street I lived on three years ago. I am by my old house along with many of my good friends and random DCs. There is also a house on the street in the dream which is abandoned, but has running electricity it would appear. Many of us are going in and out of the house and I think some of us may have been scavenging items from inside. I am now outside the house in the middle of the road. I go full on YOLO and I try to fly. I begin running down the sidewalk and jump. And to my surprise, I am flying. I immediately come back down to the ground however. I then try again, and I discover that I must flail my arms to stay airborne. I now land and realize I have discovered human flight! What should I do now?! Go to the government? The news? Nope. Time to go impress girls. So I now begin dashing towards two girls one whom I know, and I don't remember who the other one was. They seemed concerned that I'm coming at them so fast, but a take a jump and go up in the air over their heads. I then begin flailing my arms around like a fool and float above the two girls. They don't seem very interested though for some reason and leave. Dafuq? So I now follow after them in hopes that they'll be impressed with me flying. I mean what the actual fuck? I'm fucking flying! I pass my old history teacher now and show him my flying skill, which he nonchalantly acknowledges and goes on about his business. Okay seriously though, why is no one even remotely surprised that I'm a human fucking being flying on his own? I don't recall anymore after this point, but I do recall a dream later on that morning.

In the early morning I dream I'm leaving a football stadium. Right next to the stadium there's a very large industrial park. On my way to my school bus home I see my friend Collin's dog. Collin isn't here, so I assume it's lost. I now take the dog on board and sit with my friend Mike. After a long while of highway driving we see a car parked in the middle of the road. The driver panics and swerves into the left lane, barely dodging the car. We now see a car coming at us, and the driver swerves back into the right lane, barely dodging the car. She realizes we missed our ramp, so we now turn off onto a bumpy dirt road. The speed limit sign reads 43. Everyone is really confused by this very specific sign. Not too much further down we see a speed limit sign of 46. Okay what the hell? What's with these weird speed limits? Not too much later, we see a stampede of elephants coming at us. Our driver flips her shit and makes the bus do a 180° before flooring it back up the road. We then return to the highway and try going to the next ramp. Mike, the dog and I get dropped off near an old white house. Our friend Mark is outside standing alone watching us with a smile from ear to ear. He now calls us out in a hostile way.
"Hey look man!" he shouts with a smirk. "They stole your dog!"
Mike and I are somewhat confused and shocked now. That intensifies when a crazy old hillbilly comes outside and stands next to Mark.
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"Oh I'm sorry," I say. "I though this was my friend's dog. I was gonna take it to him, but if it's yours then please take him and we can go."
The man now takes us both hostage and we are transported inside the house. The dream is a little choppy until the next part. Mike has already received his punishment and is bleeding out in the corner of the room. I am now sat down against my will in a blood-stained rotting wood chair. The man now hands me a paper back colored white with a red and blue stripe on it. He tells me to wear it for the purpose of not seeing my death coming...like it'll really make a difference. I hold the bag and look at it carefully as I come to a realization. I look up at the crazy old bag as he loads a quad-barrel shotgun with 12G slugs. If that's not enough, the shells also have large piercing tips on them. Fucking-A, overkill much? I watch him snap the shotgun shut and look at me with a bleak grin. I realize that this is the end of me. I'm dead. There is no escape now.
"Come on, please!" I beg. "I gave you your dog! Why can't we just leave it at that and go our separate ways?"
I don't recall if he answered our not, but he now prepares himself. He stands facing me, and is just about to lift his gun when I go ballistic.
"NO!" I shout, standing up and ripping the paper bag in half and throwing the pieces aside. I now realize I'm dreaming. This is too screwed up to be real. I can't accept this as my real fate. As I stand I unintentionally have slowed time for some reason. This wasn't a lucid decision, but I'm definitely gonna ruin this man's day with this power. He is moving about a thousand times slower than I am right now. I am moving as if time isn't slowed at all. I now extend my right arm out and summon a Smith and Wesson .44 Magnum in my hand and unfreeze time. I put three quick shots into the hillbilly and he falls over dead. I probably only need one with that kind of fire power, but I don't care. This bitch is too crazy! I hear someone come in from behind and turn around. A woman enters, probably his maid or something. She is in fact wearing a pink maid outfit. Fuck it, no witnesses. I now use the last three rounds in the handgun and kill the maid as well. I throw the gun aside and now rush to Mike's side. He's badly wounded. I don't know if he was shot or not, but he probably was. I now lift him up and make my way to door, and I notice people are coming in. Shit! If they see all of and Mike dying in my hands I'm fucked! Time to improvise! I now rush Mike somewhere different and hide him under a desk. I can't think of what to do to keep him down, so I summon a pacifier and put it in his mouth. I then hypnotize him to believe he's a baby who's sleeping in his bed, and remind him not to cry. Several girls I know now enter and I go to greet them. They are seriously concerned about the two bodies on the floor and the blood all over the room. Well God damn it, what now? They ask what happened, to which I say I don't know. I'm sure by this point Mike has probably died due to blood loss. I see his girlfriend is among the group of girls.
"Hey, I don't know how to tell you this," I begin. "But I think Michael is dead."
She is now devastated, and she wants to know where he is. I now lead her to Mike, who isn't moving, and Kaitlyn(his GF) now kneels to his side and tries to tend to him. I stand and mourn as well. And that's all I remember before waking up.

Waking Nomad

When I woke yesterday and today nice dreams dissappeared too quickly to catch. But both times I was left with a fatish pen, blue to look at so that's my guess for week 1 rv target.

I hop this link works. It's on Google Images. I am on my phone.

My hipnapop (waking dream imahe) was like this but fatter

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http://www.hendrypens.co.uk/ekmps/sh...en-88-33-p.jpg

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First of all, I think it is very interesting that I had a dream about being in an airplane, sitting next to someone who I believe was the cause of a situation. (I had this dream the night leading in to 9/11, so it could have been on 9/10)

I was in the middle of a row of people, and sitting next to a guy I went to grade school with (thats how much subconscious decrypted it). For some reason we were arguing (it might have been intentional). I am not sure what about, but it led to us playing what seemed to be "pranks" on each other. Whatever I did in response to his last prank really set him off.. he stood up, gesturing like he wanted to fight, and starting yelling at me. He was blaming me for something, all I could say was "No my friend, YOU are the one that did this, YOU DID IT!" As soon as I noticed we were the center of attention, I started to scramble around looking for something. Reaching into whatever I could find, bags, jackets, pockets. I found a container of some sort of jell like substance. I opened it, grabbed a handful of it, slapped him on the forehead, and spread it across his face. (I guess I didn't get the info I needed, so I marked him in some way). I then took off running, I could feel the sensation that someone was after me. I ran through some hallways, went out the nearest doorway into a courtyard type area. There were people all around, most of them were on computers and didn't even notice me busting out of building. I noticed a large room directly ahead of me, it was filled with a ton of people. I thought "There are too many people for them to notice me in there.." I also knew I was going to be able to find out some info about what was going on.
I ran inside, it was a very "futuristic" setting. All glass windows instead of walls, computers that were just a glass pane, sitting on a single pole or stand. Everyone inside were using these computers, so I ran up to one. I pulled out a card, like an I.D. card or a credit card, and swiped it into the computer. It brought up a huge load of information about who I was, what I was doing, why I'm here and what needs to be done with me. I skimmed over the info, a warning message at the bottom caught my eye. I don't remember all the text but it said I was "in cooperation with..", I assume some sort of resistance group or something. I didn't understand so I asked the guy to my right what it meant. He looked over and said this in the most calm, innocent way "Oh, they are about to terminate you." My eyes went wide, and I booked it out of there.
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Side note:
I later remember grabbing a wallet while I was searching for something to mark the guy with. I am pretty sure this was his I.D. and not mine, but I was rushing myself within the dream.

No order to these, just as I remember them..

1.)
I was outside a Log Cabin ( I assume I was trying to get in), a woman was with me (possibly my mother, but I can't remember), we were face to face with a very protective and angry mother Wolf. The person I was with was terrified, but I didn't have the choice to fear this thing or we were dead. All I could do was stand my ground, and keep the other person behind me. When the wolf would jolt forward to attack me, I would do the same thing. Every time, it would back off just a tad, but continue to stay in front of me. At one point I remember it grabbing a hold of my arm during one of the attacks, but all that did was kick in my instincts. I must have done something right because it backed off and went about its business elsewhere. Not one time did I have to attack the thing, or hurt it.

2.)
I was hiking in the woods with two of my friends, and another person I did not recognize. We met a group of canoer's who couldn't find their way "home," so we attempted to explain different ways they could get back to certain area's they might recognize. Afterwards we moved on towards a big waterfall, we started walking on a fallen tree that lead to the top. The person I didn't know decided to jump on to a pile of floating sticks, but he went most of the way through them, getting partially stuck for a moment. He then got pushed down the waterfall and looked quite injured. Will immediately climbed down the rocky cliff, while Mike and I looked for a safer way down. I said screw it and went down the cliff face as well, but slipped almost instantly. As I was falling, I attempted to fly, but for some reason I could not. I hit the ground SO HARD that I changed dreams, I sped forward to a diner setting, where all of the same people were sitting, eating lunch and joking around about what just happened..

color legend: non-dream dream lucid

Lucid #4 Subconscious

When I realize I’m lucid. I don’t really gain much consciousness. I’m still stupid and zombie-like. But all I know is that I want to air-bend and fly. I forgot to root myself in the dream, a rookie mistake. This was probably why I had such a low level of lucidity.

I am standing on a dirt cliff with ruins of a white castle behind me. I decide to attempt to fly first because I air-bended last lucid dream. I don't know how to go about flying for the first time. And I realize that I am at a low level of lucidity and I probably won't be able to fly, but I try anyway.

I try to bounce really high but it doesn't work because for some reason I am still conscious of my recovering knee injury and the fact that in real life jumping is still hard. I manage to jump about 5 feet in the air but couldn't get any farther because of my knee.

The scene shifts to a city with tall white buildings. There are a lot of dcs. I decide to ask my subconscious a question. I remember two dcs say something to me but I don't remember what it was. I ask my subconscious what I am most afraid of. I have to say the question twice.

The second time a huge flock of birds fly overhead by the tops of the skyscrapers around me. They fly in a tighter and tighter formation and then expand in the shape of an airplane. I guess that my greatest fear must be of plane crashes. I think to myself that I don't think I’m really that afraid of them but I don’t know, I can't really argue with my subconscious. I ask my subconscious what my purpose in life is and I
wake up.