I was hanging out outside of chiptloe where i am about to start working and I go to the back where there is a tall red head kid who helped me get the job he i hanging out making food and i go in the back and ask him about different meats and i find one meat that looks very sketchy and is obviously heavily processed so i ask him what it is giving the benefit of the doubt and he tells me pork which i never order so i am not familer enough to recognize that it is actually steak just in the way you have it in a Philly sandwich but it was also in a paper boat that should of clued me in that this was not chiplote at all. we were at the end of a long line of tubs filled with food and as i was getting ready to leave so was he.. he came out the back and i followed him around for a while asking him many a question. I think he was getting pissed after i said "so what am i going to be doing on my first day on friday, it instantly occured to me that my first day was on Monday but I didnt catch on that i was dreaming so i listened to his reply of "getting trained" he looked lost about what to say and annoyed at this point we were walking thru a grocery store that housed the chiplote which is absuolty never the case in my experience with chipt;le retruants notes: I noticed that a certain meat shouldnt be at this restruant becuase they only sell organic - Also caught my mistake when i said i was starting friday when i knew it was monday
5:38 AM: 2 hour WBTB (ungh, accidental). Then I am sitting in a car, parked beside a building. I am deciding on something, maybe radio stations. It occurs to me that I might be dreaming, but I brush it off--a thought that arises, but then gets subsumed again before I have a chance to really address it. I think about driving somewhere, then realize I have been sitting in the car for sometime. I get out and go inside the building. As I am walking in, remember I wanted to LD and am pretty sure this is a dream right now. I nose pinch and can breathe. I decide to spin to stabilize. Dream blacks out (as spinning usually causes this for me). I continue walking down the hallway, visualize the scene I was just in. It slowly returns. I enter some doorways, and quickly become disoriented--there are doors and hallways all over the place. No big deal--it's a dream. I can't get lost. I jump up and touch the ceiling, testing gravity. Keep walking, and find myself in a restroom. I recognize this as "dream locale"--I often dream about public toilets In one stall, there is no urinal. I decide to test summoning. I visualize a urinal, look around the side of the stall, and then back. Peekaboo--no urinal. C'mon, now . . . . I think, and try a few more times. Finally, a urinal appears. Cool. I try to do something else with the urinal (don't remember exactly what) but when I look again, there is some pipe extending out of the wall and emptying into the toilet. I spin again and the dream fades. I reappear in the restroom. I wake up. Try to DEILD, but nothing. Lay in bed for approximately an hour. Just try to drift off normally, with the intent to be lucid and observe the dream state. I am at a grocery store. I'm outside, digging through a bin of marshmallow products. I eat something (maybe a single, unwrapped marshmallow) and then begin examining labels to see which marshmallows have vegan ingredients. I recognize the brand of one as not vegan. I also see some cookies sandwiches with marshmallow in the middle. These are probably not vegan, I reason. The fact that they are unwrapped strikes me as odd, but not terribly so. I start to go inside the grocery store. Some fast-paced techno music is playing. I remember I am at a grocery store (a dream sign of mine), so it would be a good idea to nose pinch. I do. I'm awake. I think that I should be a little more thorough, however, and pinch about seven or eight more times. Little by little, I feel like I can breathe, Until I can breathe. I CAN BREATHE. I begin stripping off my jacket because I feel hot (think this was some residue from the original dream plot). Inside, techno is louder. I'm no longer in a grocery store, but an office building with multicolored, vibrantly-glowing cubicles (reds, greens, and blues I remember). In one of them, as I approach, a stickman in shirt and tie is mirroring my movements exactly. I almost run to interact but then remember I wanted to take it easy, and just observe. I take in the visual details of this place, turning around. Above me, there are men in suits walking around on a higher floor. I think to fly up there, but no, seriously, just observe. As I watch, the landscape becomes more malleable. The distance in height is shortening and shortening--but this is more of a perspective thing: almost as if I looked and judged incorrectly the distance before, and my "eyes" are slowly correcting the error. Interesting. I hear wife's alarm and wake up. Try for a DEILD, but no.
Ok, so for this dream, my recall isn't the best because I haven't recorded any dreams for a few days, nevertheless: 1. I was in school. I was sitting in a chair in a portable classroom, and I noticed that in this classroom the lights were really bright. Before class started, I saw a girl I knew, Gabby, walk in. She walked past my desk and as she did I got her attention, but she recoiled as though she hated me or something. I looked at her as she sat down because she usually wasn't like this. As I got a better look at her I realized that she looked alot different, and a part of me became semi-lucid because of this. Her skin tone was now alot more white than it used to be, and she was wearing clothes that I had never seen her wear before, specifically a red and black dress. Somehow, something inside of me told me to leave the classroom, so I got up and left. Once I got out of the portable, I immediately noticed that it was raining outside. I walked through the rain into the main school building. Once I got inside, I pulled out my phone and got on it. I remember not caring if the teachers saw me with my phone out. Suddenly, I got a feeling that I needed to be in my next class, and I have no idea why. I started jogging to get to my next class. As I was doing so, I came around a specific corner, and as I did my phone slipped out of my right hand and flew 10 feet into the air, and 30 feet away from me. I watched in horror as it went up into the air and then came back down and smashed into the ground, and then it bounced up and hit the ground multiple times again. I ran to get my phone, and as I got to it I noticed that its case had flown off, but I also noticed that my phone looked a little different than usual. My phone looked like it was longer in length than normal, and a fall doesn't make your phone longer. As a result of my awareness, I became semi-lucid once again. I picked up my phone and I was praying that the screen wasn't cracked. To my dismay, the entire screen was basically shattered and as I turned my phone over to see just how bad the damage seemed, my phone broke in half in my hands. The other 3 or 4 people around me that had come over to help said that they felt sorry for me. I picked up all the parts of my phone, and I noticed that as my phone did break in half, a USB fell out of it. I knew that I probably wasn't going to get a phone anytime soon, because this was the second time I had broken my phone in less than a year. How would I text all my friends anymore, or even contact them? How will I get on Snapchat or Instagram anymore? I couldn't. I don't remember how, but I got home later in the dream, and as I got home I walked into the living room. The lights were off in the living room, so everything was rather dark. I walked in front of the t.v. and started slowly telling my parents what had happened. I finally got to the point where I told them my phone broke, and my dad got really pissed. "You what?!" he yelled. Only seconds later I forget who, but either I became Lucid and remembered that it was all okay and my phone didn't really break because this was a dream, or my dad told me that my phone didn't break because it was just a dream. Either way, I still became lucid as a result of my awareness kicking in. I then remember leaving the living room and going into some kind of city. I had a specific purpose in this Lucid Dream, to find a certain girl. Once I got into this city, I started walking around. It was night time but the city was still alive and full of energy, so it didn't seem like it. Lights were everywhere. I walked around a corner and a small apartment caught my eye. "She'll be in here" I told myself to create an expectation. I walked into the apartment and started looking around. The walls were yellow, the floor was covered in hardwood flooring, and there were paintings in each room. There were many objects lying around that made this apartment quite unique. Suddenly a group of people walked in through the front door, specifically a family. They immediately noticed me. One of the little kids from this family, a little boy, started running at me. I didn't want to get distracted to what I was originally planning to do, so I ran away from the little boy and jumped out of the apartment through a small window. As I did so, I landed on the ground outside in what was probably their backyard. There was no grass though, it was just a small concrete area with an odd yellow metal fence. I looked to my left as I got up off the ground, and I saw my teacher Ms. Bernstein talking to what looked like, another teacher that was around her age. "Hey Cory! What are you doing in my backyard?" She asked. "Oh, well actually I was just trying to get out." A yellow fence was now directly in front of me, blocking my path. "Ms. Bernstein, do you mind if I jump over your fence?" I asked. "Sure" she said, "Go ahead." With that I then jumped over her fence, but as soon as I did I found myself now stuck in between two fences. I was trapped. The room between these two fences was so small, that I couldn't really move at all. I couldn't get any room to get a good jump or climb over or anything. At this point I started thinking to much about how I was going to get out of here. Such a simple fix, but it didn't occur to me to just destroy the fence or anything else since I was taking a way more peaceful approach in this Lucid Dream. Because I thought to much about it, I ended up waking up.
5:55 AM: Close to lucidity a few times (in high school again, both with people my own age and people who are not). Finally, I am driving with my wife. Not sure how, but enough weird stuff occurs that I nose pinch. I am nose pinching, and about to say that it is not a dream, when I realize I can actually breathe. I look at my wife and say, "I can breathe!" She smiles and is RCing as well. I am still not sure. Jokingly, I say, "I am going to do one more RC." I then open the car door as we are speeding along. "If this is a dream, I can jump out and be OK." She doesn't say anything. I look at my hands. They are a little off, but otherwise normal. I look away and look back several times. Finally, I only have two fingers, and one of them is twisted up like an ugly tree root. "I've only got two fingers!" I say to my wife in a "this is ridiculous" tone of voice. "This is a dream." I then jump out of the car. I glide to a stop, as though the car was never moving at all. My wife gets out of the car too. We are in a wooded area, and there is a dirt cliff high above us. My wife easily flies up to this spot. I decide to follow, but can't fly after her. I begin practicing what I had told myself in WL: I'm flying, I think, I'm flying! It doesn't work, though, so I jump and start climbing up the dirt cliff. My wife extends her hand down to me to help me up. I wake up and then DEILD. I roll left (not normal) and fall through space. I am in darkness for a bit, but then "open my dream eyes." I am falling through some cavernous area, with Egyptian iconography. I see a sign that looks like an advertisement for the Discovery channel. I finally land in what I think was a ruin of sorts. I sense the gravity is low here. I moon jump through the house. Fun! I notice the house becoming more "house-like" and less ruin-like. In the bathroom, I look around the shower curtain to see who is there. Nobody. I look away and look back, expecting a beautiful woman to be there. Surprise! No, she is not there. I try this a couple of times, to no effect. I then see some shadows in the soap dish. The shadows begin to form into little silhouettes of goblins. I begin interacting with them, and begin to pretend to be mean. They respond by swinging little weapons around (I remember one swinging a tiny flail). I remember to give them positive energy. They really seem to hate it, as they begin screaming. I tickle them and they start dying. I wake up. MILD for a few minutes then return to sleep. I am driving along a mountain path and listening to a rock song. I think to myself how this singer has a melodious voice, when I suddenly wonder if this is real or not. I nose pinch but find it difficult to breathe. I stop the car by putting my feet down and lifting the main wheel up. I then look out over a cliff at the town below. I think of how I would love to jump from here, if I could just be sure I was dreaming. I sense for my WL body.Hey, there it is! but unfortunately I wake up.
Pink Barrier Inside a subway with a floating platform, flying trains and a huge area of space where all of this could fit I was waiting for the train to arrive and when it arrived it was so fast that i fell to the ground.I looked at the train and it looked like it was designed like a ginger bread cookie. I thought about how i could get inside the decorated train but saw no way into it and decided to wait for the next. After waiting a bit the dream shifted. I was now in my house. I was inside a room and someone was talking to me as they held onto me. I got the impression that the thing holding onto me was Chuckie in the dream. It kept giving me orders as if the situation was now a life and death game where I had to comply. All of this was obviously a dream so i decided to just sit down and wait for it to disappear.Which it did. The scene than changed again and now i was watching a episode of the Simpsons with my dad. The characters in the show were slowly disappearing and apparently were all becoming angels and going to heavens. It ended thankfully but than the talking doll came back. My dad hit the doll and told me to follow him upstairs. I followed him up into my room and the doll followed. But it changed into a creepy floating zombie girl. My dad was fighting it in my room and i wanted to help him out. I thought about how pink was my favorite color and how funny it was that others saw it as a astral parasite repellent. I used the pink barrier to protect Kiro in a old dream and decided to use it to protect my dad."Dad! Should i use the pink barrier move?" I asked. "Yeah! Hurry up and use it!" said my dad. I used both my hands to put my dad around the barrier and the girl screamed. It was like defeating a boss in a video game. My dad was attacking and i was protecting. When the girl was defeated she disappeared and so did my dad. The pink barrier was still present but when i tried to put it away it burst into tiny pink flames around the room. It changed from pink to blue than pink again.I thought about how pretty the flames danced on the floor and than the dream shifted. I was now sitting on my bed with my nephew and older sister. She offered me a yellow frosted slice of pie. I ate it and said it was the best cake pie ever. My nephew laughed and said it wasn't cake even though it sort of looked like a cake mixed with a pie. After that my nephew changed into a baby and my sister was going to change his diaper. Than i woke up. Waffle Rage Since I was tired of my cousin waking me up just so she could continue with her waffle addiction I shouted at her. She was eating my waffles again and they were almost finished. My parents were in the living room and told me that i needed to calm down. I didn't want to calm down though and hit her. She tried hitting me back and as we fought i realized there was a point where i felt overcome with the feeling of not being able to fight. Even the motion and moves i did said it was a dream. I was happy with this and decided to use this as a way to get out my anger on my two cousins. I would have enjoyed it more if this was a shared dream and i could beat them up. I started fighting with the youngest cousin who was the one eating my waffles. I punched,kicked,tried to push her into the oven, and hit her with a stapler. As I started punching her again there was a point where she started punching quickly and said she was going to fight harder now. I lost the ability to fight at that point and was confused. I stopped for a bit and watched as she tried to punch. But she did not hit me. I regained my strength again and kicked her into the air and started hitting her again until she disappeared. I was happy but than my brother walked downstairs with a plate of waffles. I was long gone. My rage skyrocketed. I ran downstairs and could feel the sensation that my cousins were in the room. I ran to the room and saw both cousins. The waffle monster was present. I slammed the waffles on her plate onto the floor with my hands than ran back upstairs laughing. The oldest cousin came upstairs into the living room because she wanted to fight for her sister. I was ready to fight that trader. I started punching her and kicking her and managed to throw her off a bit. But than she started throwing punches at me. I couldn't move my right arm and i suddenly felt overcome with weakness. "Why is my right arm stuck to my back!? and how come this feeling keeps coming back?...My urge to fight is way stronger..." I thought.She laughed a bit and said her and her sister are leaving now.(The oldest already moved out and the youngest is leaving this week) As they were happily leaving i lunged at the oldest again. She pointed at me and started skipping an laughing. Than a upbeat country song of a lady started playing. I managed to push her on the porch but than the dream ended and i woke up. Conclusion- I'm way better at fighting to protect and with love in dreams than with pure rage. :/ No more rage venting in dreams for me.
Updated 12-28-2014 at 09:15 PM by 67570
Morning of December 28, 2014. Sunday. This dream is possibly based on a very recent real-life event. An unknown male, possibly from a couple houses east of us, had yelled out “hello” from random areas on the footpath and eventually knocked, this happening two days in a row, though only once knocking each time (assuming it was the same person each day) yet immediately left before anyone could get to the door. In my dream, I go into the front room and when I glance out the window I notice that a couple trucks are parked against the house. Not only that, I notice that part of the bumpers are somehow up over the outer window ledge (which in reality is too narrow to support anything and is not really the right level for that as it is) making it seem even more of a ridiculous imposition. Upon seeing this bizarre unlikely intrusion onto our house itself, I look out and glance around our front yard and notice three men fighting and rolling around on the ground. Two of the men appear to be typical local males. One of them, however, has the head of a fish. He lifts his head up, looking blankly towards me for a short time and then goes back to fighting. I am eventually aware that at least one of them is a police officer. The other two are seemingly connected to a courier company, or perhaps two different courier companies. The fish-headed man seems to be losing for a time. Even though my perspective and overall perception are quite clear, I cannot quite determine if the fish-headed man is now (or had been) the police officer or is one of the others. Not much else happens. It does appear that the fish-headed man is wearing a uniform, but it may be a formal outfit for the delivery company. There was an earlier section where my wife’s brother Simon was visiting and he is talking about the changes that a friend of his went through - especially changes within his mind over time. He uses a term which contains “hero’s intuition” - the other word possibly being “unsung”. I hear him speak for quite some time and he seems sincere and at ease. I am not sure who he is talking about - but it seems like someone that had been in the hospital recently. (I do not know any of his friends in reality.) For some reason (dream-based empathy perhaps though I am not lucid), I admit to also being like that in the past but that a person changes over time. Foresight and long-term precognition supposedly become less significant and vivid over time because more of your life is behind you than ahead of you, though this is not always the case in reality.
Updated 08-18-2016 at 08:55 AM by 1390
Some dream having to do with quartz crystals in one way or another. I feel like I had a lucid dream last night, but have no recollection of what might have happened in it. I also recall something to do with this very poorly shot/adapted version of Guardians of the Galaxy with crappy special effects. I was trying to fast forward past this one part that was supposedly really scary. The only full on dream I recall was rather weird. I was in my parent's bedroom but it had been refurbished into a twin dorm room and me and D were living in it together. For some reason I was ranting about cartoons and anime and how I thought that they could be improved. I can remember I was talking about how I didn't like that in cartoons and anime in particular the shows create unrealistic body standards for boys and are even worse for girls. I went on and on about how in TV, the boys, even supposedly the ones who don't exercise and are lazy, can still look so good. And for all the girls it's even worse, all of the girls look like runway models with ridiculously attractive bodies, perfect skin, etc. I then went into saying that the worst offenders are the shows that have a bunch of boys/girls and draw them all with exactly the same body *ahem sailor moon*. Just like IWL, my roommate was a great listener. I said something about attractive women giving this guy nosebleeds, but I can't recall exactly what it was. I went briefly into talking about how I thought love/romance was portrayed unrealistically in these shows. It always seems that the love interest is somewhat pointless because you know they're going to get together with the hero in the end, but you never actually get to see them be together because they don't get together until the end. So all they end up doing is giving you all these romantic cliches and they just feel like a big waste of time. I started to get into another rant about violence in cartoons and anime and how it happens a little too often. Now don't get me wrong here, I like a good action scene as much as the next guy, but injuring/killing another to get your way isn't always the best idea. I think that Avatar adressed this- I woke up around here in my rant. The odd part of this dream is that this whole rant sounds perfectly in character for me. I set a new record for most reality checks in one sitting when I checked my grades from my college this morning. Luckily I passed three classes. In my fourth class, it looks a like the prof is a little late putting in our grades.
Laying in bed, I'm partially aware of some outdoor scene at CSU, as well as my body laying in bed. I can see both scenes, and know that the outdoor scene is just a dream. I focus on the outdoor scene where my friend is standing far away across a few benches and trees. As I continue to pay attention to the dream, I am suddenly in the dream fully. It feels a bit unstable, like I could wake up at any moment. I call out to my friend, and he responds just like he does while in the waking world. I walk over to him, but he doesn't have a whole lot of other responses in this dream character. I talk to him a bit, and he doesn't answer at all, he just looks at me blankly for a bit and starts to turn away. I know it's a dream, so I decide that maybe his role is just long distance shout-greetings. I walk about 30 feet away and yell out to him again. He responds as usual. That definitely appears to be the case here. I yell out various versions of 'hey! and hello!' and get a great genuine seeming response each time. Just a little weird how repetitive it is. Bored with his limited responses, I go into a nearby building, which turns into a clothing store. Not interested much in buying clothing, especially not in a dream, I instead try to find some girls to talk to. There are a lot of girls in this store, but they are all ignoring me and walk away as I walk up to them, even as I say 'hello'. I go up to one of them and step in front of her so she has to see me and tell her that her scarf is pretty awesome because it's the best color blue that exists. She smiles, thanks me and turns away. I still know it's a dream, and decide that this must be some sort of belief I have about people that doesn't seem to be helping with anything. If this is indeed a belief I have on some level, I am now determined to get rid of it. Suddenly, the dream changes completely, and seems completely real. I forget that I'm dreaming. A girl gets on my shoulders and I give her a piggy back ride. I don't know where, I just walk as we talk to each other. She sounds nice, but I have no idea who she is. Eventually, we reach a large room where lot of people are sitting on the floor. I set her down and we both sit on the floor as a video is played on the wall in front of everyone.
*Had some troubles with sleeping that night. Happens to me regularly, although it usually lasts for 10 - 40 minutes before I fall asleep, but sleepless nights like that happen. I have fallen asleep at about 6:30 o'clock. I recall two dreams. One was a nightmare.* First dream I was sitting with a girl I once was friends with, now were just passing acquaintances. We were seating near the table. I was sitting against the white, newly built wall. I think she looked a bit better in that dream. She had brown hair reaching her shoulders, and she was wearing glasses, and light-blue shirt. She had a bit pale carnation, as always. She looked happy, but I was suspicious, feeling that there is something wrong. Second dream - DILD I was back at primary school. My body was changed to how it was back then. We were playing a game with teachers. Some of students got the nails, and the rest had balloons. The goal was to keep the balloon as long as you can. I was holding the nail. I looked at the school entrance, and saw a suspicious looking boy, wearing a purple jacket and a black cap. I punctured one of the balloons and went upstairs. There was a teacher waiting near a class. Brunette, tall woman after her forties. I was going into the class, turned around and saw that boy again. I was frightened, and tried to run to the teacher, as she could help me. Suddenly I realise that it's just a dream. I forced myself to come closer to the boy, and face my fear. As I came closer, my body felt more numb. When I finally reached him, he made a wicked smile, and everything turned black. I woke up in my bed, shaking in fear. I couldn't overcome the fear, even if it had the most ridiculous form I've ever seen in a nightmare. I tried to DEILD, but I couldn't fall asleep until I stopped shaking.
drinking coffee at dinnertime today. feeling a lot like my high school days. chillin on my computer like a spazoid and feeling pretty good about it, overall. the best dreams are about REVOLUTION Must've been a few nights ago. me and Alaya were being led around some kind of museum/restaurant. multi-tiered. I remember walking around, like Mystique, and I was able to morph into different disguises. The climax of the dream involved us all lining up, going back to a childlike preschool setting. chairs set up in rows, waiting to go into the classroom. they were leading us towards death maybe, towards reindoctrination, but here we were in the heart of it as rebels, about to start a revolution in the very heart of the beast. the most triumphant feelings come from these kinds of dreams. more recent: i was on a beach. there was a big riptide pulling me out into the water. (remembrances of another dream where i was diving in the shallows avoiding sharks.) fading. maybe it will come back to me. remembering that the waves were a sign of my dreamworld. always, always, always. interesting that, earlier in my life, i was totally submerged. the tidal waves were enormous, pulling me out into the water. or looming on the horizon, a HUGE event about to fuck everything up. a total change in circumstances. a life altering event. recently they've been more shallow. i've been in the surf on the beach, battling them. is it because i've gotten, ostensibly, more control over my life in recent years?? where am i now, anyways? i read an article in good times about lucid dreaming. felt like i should get back into it. chills coming in as i remembered the feelings from my dreams. FUCK, man. why not feel this way in real life??! had a crazy lucid nightmare the night before diving in Carmel. worst night's sleep ever. must've not been three solid hours. i woke up and the pillow was flung across the room. interestingly it came after a super great meditation session where i felt lots of love emanating. the desire to go hard. to keep exposing myself to pain. i felt the terror pulling me in: "this is the realm of absolute terror. this is where people have seizures." i felt it as i was going into it. terror, chaos surrounding. gangsters. the worst was my mom in rehab, looking fucked up out of her mind, with an IV drip of vodka, a huge jar going into her arm. super rad brian came down and tried to bring me back to reality. "here dude. i'm here for you. here's some weed and honey jack." the calm memories. friendship of easing the pain. but i had to get away from him, keep subjecting myself. Noooooo! as I stretched away. eventually i found myself in a crazy house which i reasoned to be my grandparents. false awakenings. i tried to reclaim my identity thru reasoning. retraced the steps of my life; the past, 2010, 2012, different houses. where was i at now? but the only way to come back to peace was by breathing. breathing. in, out, in, out. all i wanna do is listen to music and jam out. this is part of me. fuck. gotta sleep soon. but i don't want to. i'm holding fast to this. more journalling coming tomorrow.
At the start of the dream I am wheeled on a gurney by some whiteboards which read Mind Control Experiments. I am wheeled to a stop on the far left of a room, with a few other kids my age there. I was my usual self, 21, but I also had psychic powers it seemed. I was checked over by someone, I was asking where i was and why I was there. I lunged at one of the workers while they where checking me and the rest of the kids came over and started beating me horrendously. later I was back on the gurney laying down terribly beaten all over in horrible pain. the person in lab coat than continued to check me, when finished they wheeled me to another room not far away, that I could almost see from my original position. I was put on something that looked like an MRI machine, but instead it had 3 bulbous fire holes gaping down from the top of the inside of the MRI looking machine. I was told to put my hand under the flame, the person in a lab coat had a clipboard and pen. I said "no way!" they said "oh it's no problem you're protected, try it" so I tried it, and i could put my hand right up to the flame with no pain at all I was amazed so I pulled half of my body into the alien looking pizza oven, put my hands and face right up to the flame, I looked inside the flame, that was cool, but I started holding my breath, like I couldn't breath so I pulled myself back out of the alien pizza oven and looked at the lab coat person with a big smile and said "wow that was cool! I never knew I could do that!". the lab coat person smiled, they where amazed that I could do that and I begun to wonder if they where bluffing when they said I was protected and if they even knew that I would be harmed by the flame or not, like it was a test to see how resistant i was. they than wheeled me back on the gurney (still laying down) back to where i was before. There where other kids my age, and younger. I was subjected to a few more tests but I don't remember that anymore, I waited to long to write this down, I went back to sleep and had another lucid dream after this. after waking from my first dream I had a second dream like this.. The next dream was strange... I'm incontinent so I was in my snap-ez cloth nappy under my clothes, no one would have noticed except the slight bulge. I was seemingly thrust into the middle of a currently running dream.. I'm sitting at my computer desk in the upstairs sitting room looking out to the other 2 bedrooms which had their doors open. the right room was my sisters room again like a long time ago, the left room was mine again, like ages ago, for some reason I had my (girl) friend over Jordan, she was talking to my sister in her room ( I looked at her for a few seconds, she smiled at me, I tried to smile at her and I realized I had a dummy in my mouth so I took it out embarrassed and was glad my friends in front of me seemingly didn't notice (or didn't care?)), and i had 3 people over in the sitting room with me. what is strange is that I've never really hung out with these people before, Alexander, Phillip, and I don't remember who the third person was.. So anyway I was watching Phillip, as I don't like people going into my room by themselves without me present, I yelled at Phillip to get out of my room as he was going around touching stuff which I really don't like. he came back to the room we where in, the sitting room, I had a chair, and there where 2 couches in front of me, Alexander was sitting on the right one, someone else was sitting on the left one, and Phillip took a seat on the left one. I stood up. I really disliked Phillip so started to call him names, why was he here in my house, etc. it wasn't to nice but he was never nice to me, I didn't know why he was even there. now Alexander was kind of a friend in primary school, he reached up and quickly touched between my legs and smiled with a knowing smile (he just felt if I had a nappy on! he must have seen the bulge!), he didn't say anything, but I think the others saw what he did, I just plopped myself down onto the ground and faced my head between my knees like a pouting embarrassed kid for a few seconds as I thought of what I'd do.. it wasn't nice but I bit his finger and told him not to do things like that, and he understood it seemed. everyone else started moving, I hadn't looked at them again properly but I did see them looking at me for a split second before the dream finished.
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