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I am not sure if this was a real definate lucid dream or not, but this is one of the most recent dream I've had this week.

I suddenly found myself flying, and I started off as hovering outside of my house nearby this boy school. I realized I was hovering, and I said to myself, "Wow!" and I was really excited. I think at this point, I realized I was dreaming.
So I decided to take this oppertunity to go off somewhere and fly. But the thing was, I couldn't get myself to fly up into the air. Instead I was slowly floating down. I was at a street intersection and and I was very close to the ground. Then I was hit by a purple (dark blue?) car.
And thats where I woke up. It was a very short and sudden dream, but I remember it very clearly.

Sunday 4.21.13

Last night bed around 10pm - 7:30am

Today nap 10:30pm - 2pm

Got only indication that vibrations would start, but they didn't develop. Had a few non-lucids.

DR: I'm watching a bicyclist rushing down a steep, concrete slope to his buddy, who slid off the bike and kept sliding down. He landed on the bottom ledge, where ocean waves were breaking and making spray. I was surprised, because at first it looked like concrete banks of urban river, not ocean.

I'm walking through ruins of something, maybe factory. There is a small monster chasing us. It turns out to be a small dog with something on his face. We take him with us, give him a bath and he looks like a normal dog. As he is on a blanket next to us, I see an extra paw and I look closer and she is giving birth. Her former owner sais she lost the dog somehow and she wants it back. So there is a debate as to whom she belongs now.

I'm between tall houses, like projects in NY. There are kids playing outside without supervision. I'm really scared for them. As they are running around, some of them are pushing strollers. One has a newborn in it and the other one the puppy. I'm so scared for them.

A woman comes to me with big book. She opens it and tells me she had been gathering info about [girl's name]. I tell her I don't know her, thinking she wants to rant about my friends daughter. She says it doesn't matter and she reads me about her anyways.

Not much recall today, i think because i went to sleep slightly later due to making of certain video.

I recall some kind of base and some fight.

First of all, I'm sorry for the absence (again). Good thing I'm not a mod, like I wanted to be a few months ago. Adam's had a stroke, but he is recuperating. I think recuperating is different from recovering. Recovering sounds like things will be the same as they used to be - things will never be like they were, and in many ways, that's a good thing.

My dream that I had today, as I slept late for the first time in weeks and caught up on much needed rest, was beautiful. I was inside of a multi-story building with my 12 year old daughter, Kat. Somehow the building was a dragon (?), and the balcony was its mouth. we held hands and jumped off the balcony together, floating harmlessly high into the air, and landing together in a lush green park, with pink flowers, white flowers, every kind of flower, and clear water bubbling in a brook nearby. several time, over and over, we flew and landed sometimes jumping up to fly, others simply lifting off without any effort. I remember seeing a rust-red dragon flying in the distance, but it never approached us, never caused us any harm, we were in no danger. It was just relaxing and very nice. I woke up refreshed, feeling my daughter and me had spent time together, just us, making a memory.

These are dreams from some time ago, I cannot remember what days. But most of them are fairly boring, and I'm only putting them in for the purpose of my dream journal.

I was swimming in some harbor area, it was kind of half lake, half swimming pool, half lake with these huge concrete walls going up the sides. It was almost like a large cement dock for boats that was no longer used.
There was a small beach between the walls with a sandbar just big enough for two or three people to walk along. The harbor was quite wide though.
I met up with my dream guide and we went to go flying somewhere. (enter dream logic) We got onto some school locker doors and started flying on them like hover-boards. It was me, my dream guide, and this other dream character, a boy with black hair.
I commented on how it was strange that these people "looked so similar to people I've seen in dreams". In other words, I was very close to being lucid.
We flew on the locker doors out of the harbor area into a small town by the side of the ocean. We were flying very low, and weaving through the streets until we came to this very large square warehouse building.
The building was what I remember the most about the dream. It was made out of corrugated sheet metal. The sheet metal was supported by steel beams. The entire structure was very old, and had rusted and collapsed in some places. The floor was flooded, because the building was next to the water. There was a bridge stretching across the inside of the building, perhaps about three stories above the water.
Among some of the breaches in the building's side. vines were hanging, and the sunlight was showing in. The entire scene was very vivid, and oddly beautiful...
I got off my locker door and just watched. The male dream character flew down into some hidden door near the bottom of the building. My dream guide disappeared from the scene.

Once again, I was on some beach, but this was much more open, without the concrete walls. I was wearing only a swimsuit, and decided to go swimming.
I started to run in the water, just as a fairly large wave formed in the water. The sun was setting behind the wave, and I could see through it. I saw about half a dozen sea-urchin type creatures in the water. I began to run the other way, but the wave crashed and washed up to about my knee, and one of the urchin creatures was stuck into the back of my right leg, right around the back of my knee.
Once I was clear of the water, I noticed people running from the water while screaming. Some people had as many as ten of the urchins stuck to them.
I looked at the one stuck to my leg. It was about the size of a fist, with spikes about two inches long. And this was the weird part, the urchin was actually a bright pink color.
But the spikes were stuck in my legs and there was blood pouring down. I bent over and puts some sand into the palm of my hand. I used my hand to knock the creature off my leg without touching the spikes directly. But I could feel the stinging sensation spreading, as though I had been poisoned.
The last thing I remember was some dream character, a boy with black hair pointed a gun at me. He didn't have any of the creatures stuck to him.

I was talking with a group of people online via Skype chat. Everyone I was talking to was from this website (Dreamviews) and we were moderating the forums.
Our goal was to find people who posted fake dream journal entries and pretended to be really good lucid dreamers when in reality, they were not. We were supposed to take down the fake DJ entries.
Somebody accused me of being one of the fakers.

I was in school, and remembered immediately that I need to a reality check because my school is one of my dream signs.
I looked at the clock, looked away, and it had changed, I kept doing it, about 3 times, and it kept changing.
Surprisingly, I didn't actually get that excited, so I stayed in the dream.
So, as soon as it hit me that I was dreaming, my vision twirled, and this yellow, Chinese/Korean, text appeared in front of me.
And then immediately, I was back to clear vision again.
I decided to tell one of my teachers I was dreaming and then I was watching her and her husband playing golf, and then I flashed back to where I was in the classroom.
So, I went through the day until I was in a computer suite. I told people I was dreaming, and they just went "Cool." and stuff.
Then I heard someone say "I need some earphones", so I tried to materialize one, it ended up looking like a pencil, but oh well, it was my first time, and he seemed to like it!
I was then at home, on my laptop, and I could hear my Mum, sister, and Dad come through the door, and I immediately had to tell my mum I was in a lucid dream!
When I told her, she started shouting "YOU'RE NOT! YOU ALWAYS DO THIS! YOU'RE SO SELFISH!" etc... and then I woke up.

-End-

I was at my dad's and it was sunny outside.
I was in my room and had just woken up, I rolled over to check my laptop and noticed the time was "100:3", so I looked away, then looked back and it was now "100:4", I kept doing so and it kept going up one digit.
I knew I was dreaming.
Everything turned dark and fuzzy, I got up and couldn't stand up properly, it was like I was drunk.
I started rubbing my hands together and the dream started to stabilize. I walked through the corridor and could hear my sister in the shower; I started talking to my dad but can't remember what either of us said.

-End-

The whole dream was oriented around a Train.
Me and my dad were in a train station, and I knew I needed to take over the train because it was full of slaves (the slaves were like little goblin/oompa loompa things).
The train station was like a post apocalyptic settlement. (a bit like a Fallout 3 settlement, kinda reminded me of a lighter version of the Metro 2033 station)
We stole the train, but it was coming off the tracks like they weren't even there, it was like spinning and stuff.
We were then in another train by the slave train suddenly driving near where I live down a hill past tree's etc... we then jumped into the other train and started riding it down the hill, although, it was hard to stop.

-End-

It was Halloween.
I think I was moving house?
Me, my Dad, and my sister where in the Merlo. (dad's old tractor)
Going to pick up what we thought was an old car, it was mum's current car for some reason.
Got there.
Tried to pick up the car in the Merlo.
Walked around the village.
Saw people from my school.
There was smoke everywhere. (It was like fog)
I was trying to scare people.
Went back to old car. (now looked like 30's era car)
It was on fire.
I tried to blow out the fires by blowing on them.
The fire started spreading more.
I tried to blow out all of the flames.
Pulled old photos, videos and cassettes out of the glove box.
There was suddenly a middle agedwoman watching.
She wasn't helping.
She said that she was scared because it was dark so she was just watching us, we all started laughing, she started drinking wine.
The tire melted on the car.
The whole car was ruined.

-End-

Dark Souls-ish Dream - The Lost Gun

Genre: Dark Fantasy

Legnth: Medium

Lucid Non-Lucid


I am standing in a large central hub of a dark, twisted world. This hub is essentially a gorgeous train station, however it is ancient and crumbling. Vendors of all sorts of goods are set up throughout the train station, and other "players" are scattered around, talking to each other. I stand in front of a bandaged vendor, and from what little skin shows I can tell that he has been horribly burned at some point in his life. He has just improved my favorite gun. A gorgeous, ivory-plated six-shooter, with an extended barrel and runic carvings throughout. Its a classic pistol, flint-lock and like something out of the revolutionary war. I really don't know anything about guns, but somehow I knew plenty in this dream...

I have just spent tons of this universes currency on him improving it, and I am excited to try it out. A "player" - someone that I know is another adventurer and survivor like me - comes to the same vendor, smiling. She has white hair, a reoccuring theme three nights in a row for me. I smile back, and put my gun on the table to pay the vendor. He thanks me for the business in a gravelly, damaged voice, and I reach down for my gun to go test it out.

Its gone.

Looking around, I see the white haired woman making her way quickly out of the Station, pushing past players and looking about anxiously. That bitch just stole my beloved gun!

I run back and buy another, totally un-upgraded pistol in haste. It will have to do. I holster it next to my musketeer sword, my other weapon, and chase after her. She sees me hot on her tail, and breaks into a run, choosing to go the way of the sewers. As I run after her through the muck - phantoms materialize out of no where in the shape of british red-coat sailors. I fence with them quickly, knocking one blade aside, and putting a few bullets into his back. I leave the other one and run after the thief once more.

I finally catch sight of her as I reach the end of the sewer. Many more red-coats have formed behind me, but I pay them no mind. She enters a door that looks very much like an old schoolhouse door, and I crash in after her.

The Schoolhouse and Skrillex

As I crash into the door, I find myself in a gutted school room, also looking dusty and ancient. My girlfriend is asleep on one of the beds, and I actually notice that it seems to be more of an infirmary than anything, though I know she isn't sick. I forget my quest for the gun instantly, and I lay down to go to sleep. Before I can, there is a knock on the door, and a girl I recognize from my college campus asks if her and her friend can come sleep because of some strange situation I can't remember. My girlfriend shrugs so I say yes, and she proceeds to bring about thirty people into our room.

So much for one friend?

One of the kids begins to play a Skrillex song (a dubstep music artist), and I tell him that I have some nice speakers in my room (which I do). I take his iPod and then realize that the remix of the Skrillex song doesn't actually exist... Wait... Is this a dream? I think to myself, as my alarm goes off.

Phew! That dream was a doozie, and I was ALMOST LUCID! Gahhh. I think I was way too tired to lucid dream though, as I was already starting to fall asleep at 9PM and ended up finally going to bed at 1:30AM

More to come tomorrow!

I dreamed I was playing an Elder Scrolls game, but it was weird because it looked like it was running on Skyrim's engine but it wasn't Skyrim. The landscape was more of a sub-tropical landscape, and the building designs were a lot different. The graphics were actually better in some ways, though. I was going through a forest city and there was a brown building with 2 levels and a peaked roof, made out of wood surrounded by vegetation, it looked more Bosmer-y than anything...

Then I was working on some 3-d modeling, I was modding the game, trying to adjust the sizes and proportions of some of the models without screwing up the animations or having it do weird stuff in the engine.

Then the dream shifted, and I was inside of one of the brown buildings, only the inside looked like a department store, and I was basically window-shopping. I was on the second floor (decorating stuff, bed linens, etc), thinking about heading into the basement to look at furniture. I was trying to get ideas for bedding, towels, interior decorating... etc., going through different designs and fabrics for duvet covers and towels, and unable to decide if I ought to go with blue, green, purple, or a warmer color... I liked some of the floral patterns, some of the others were tacky. I thought about taking pictures of them with my phone so I could think about it later, but figured that by the time I had money to buy anything, the store would have already changed their inventory.

I'm not usually one to sing around people, at least not on my own, so when I found myself in the middle of a 7-11 singing along with the overhead music I became lucid. It's not uncommon for me to have music in my dream or sing inside my mind while in the grocery store but this is a new treat for me in a lucid dream and I go with it.

The song I'm singing is All-Star by Smash Mouth, not my first choice for a musical number but apparently easy to remember. As I begin singing I start walking around the aisle, checking out my control and it occurs to me that I should make the most of this neat scene. I have always wanted a musical number in my dream and now I have one.

As I finish the first stanza I slightly raise my arms and the dozen-plus people in the store all stop in place, shopping baskets in hand, and begin singing the chorus. It sounds really cool and I'm totally digging on making this happen.

"All that glitters is goooolllddd! Only shootings stars break the mold!"

I continue singing and I'm even impressed I can recall the words so easily. the novelty of singing in a dream isn't wearing off though I find I'm not so keen on my voice as the solo participant. Still, I keep singing as I slowly walk among the stock-still shoppers.

"It's a cold place, and they say it gets colder
You're bundled up now, wait 'til you get older
But the media-men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture."

"The ice we skate is getting pretty thin
The water's getting warm so you might as well swim
My world's on fire, how 'bout yours?
That's the way I like it and I'll never get bored."

And again the people erupt into song and I'm thankful to blend in with the harmony.

"Hey now, you're a rock-star
Get the show on, get paid..."

I don't know any of these people but it's funny watching them standing there like an awkward music video.

"All that glitters is gooolllddd!"

As they sing this part they raise their arms in the air and wiggle their fingers for emphasis. I can't help but smile. :)

"Only shooting stars break the mo-o-ollld!"

The song ends and I'm slightly glad the pressure is off. My throat feels dry and scratchy and I wake up, still smiling and feeling happy.

I'm an All-Star! :D

My memory of the dream starts from the point where I'm walking down a street in my neighbourhood and I notice some people yelling near the block my house is on. I come closer and I see 3 guys wearing skimasks running around, I think they were trying to steal something from one of the nearby shops when probably they were noticed. Not especially odd, since they were stealing literally in broad daylight.

Apparently my little sister, and I believe one of my older sisters, are with me and one of the criminals managed to get his hand on my little sister to use as hostage. He held a gun to her and threatened to shoot her if anyone would try to get near them. As soon as I saw a gun pointed at my defenseless sister as she was being used by those pieces of scum, I felt some kind of fearless strength suddenly rising within me extremely fast and I knew I was going to save her no matter what.

There were three guys, one was holding my sister and the other two were frantically running around him. I spotted an opening when the guy holding my sister aimed his gun at someone else and I ran for him, knocked him over and ran away with my sister running on front of me, so I could take any shots aimed at her with my body. All three of them start shooting at us, and as we were almost around the corner of the builings one bullet grazed her arm and I took a bullet to my back and my left arm.

We escaped the robbers, or whatever criminals they were, and now we were in a room much like my bedroom. My sister is lying down and she is happy I saved her. I am standing and I just can't seem to shake the feeling that even though we made it, she got hurt in the process, and that I should have prevented it. I know we're in a house where my parents and other sisters are as well and decide to go out of the room to do something, I don't know exactly what. At this point my memory of the dream stops.

I woke up shortly after this dream and it left me feeling a bit sad for about 10 seconds or so, which is extremely long for me. I guess this dream did a number on me

I'm in a home, exploring different rooms and levels, the home is a mansion, I find a bathroom but it's also a staircase, I try to go to the bathroom on the stairs, which are also a toilet, I'm exposed, anyone could come by....

I'm in a restaurant or some kind of public space, I'm in conflict with a woman, she's being aggressive, physical, she's behind the order counter and has rocks in her hands and I think she's going to throw them at me, I'm down on the ground at some point, she's a brunette...

We're outside now, I say something to her that I think will have an impact on her, make her realize how she's behaving and that's it not ok, I'm criticizing her but I think she understands that it's for her own good...we're sitting on the ground outside of the restaurant, she has light red hair now, it's thin and tied back in a small bun, I look at my reflection in the glass of the doors beside us, my hair looks like it has been done, I look pretty, I ask her how old she is, she smirks and says "2004"...I take this to mean she graduated in 2004 and calculate that she is 27 years old. She says she knows "Charles" and "Joseph" ....but Joseph doesn't like her....

I'm with my dad in Edmonton, I have to get home, Im trying to figure out if he'll drive me back to Vancouver, he says he can only take me so far but we can't go tonight if my mom can't pick me up, I imagine I can take a cab where he drops me off from and tell him it's ok.

Seeing some patterns - I've dreamt about going to the washroom before, in weird locations, where I'm exposed. Also the dream about my dad, being in Edmonton and wanting to get back home, needing to get back home, not knowing how I'll get back or if I have enough money, seems to be a theme.

I'm pretty sure the restaurant scenario with the woman has something to do with my mom.

- The first dream I had was rather morbid. I was at some family member's residence, and they got into an argument about nursing homes. After I butted in to the conversation, the wive went and told me that when you're dying of natural causes in a nursing home, that you feel this brief moment of incredible pain before you pass. Ouch.

- The next dream was considerably happier. I was on the set of the new Star Trek movie, even though the cast was replaced by completely different people. We shot a couple scenes, and after that we sat down at one of the tables and played poker, joking around at one of the guys (the comic relief in the movie) because he made a comment saying "Yeah, I've seen it like once..." when talking about one of his own movies. We pointed to a extra sitting at a desk saying "See him, he wasn't on set, we just added him in post-production. The game quickly dissolved into a rock-paper-scissors contest. The first time everyone at the table picked scissors. Next time everyone put down something weird, one person put down a house, one put down a steamoller, etc. I put down paper and won.