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It started with me walking in my elementary school door. I open the double doors and walk forward turning my head to see the cafeteria on the right side it look exactly the same as I remember it. I saw a few teachers eating as I walk more in the hallway and walk pass this boy who was about to enter the cafeteria, I assume he was happy because he has a smile on his face. As I walk more I began to realize that I was taller than I was in waking life then I just thought I'm always in depth with my dreams so I realize I was dreaming, once I said I'm dreaming I saw the whole place vibrate very quickly. I walk to another hallway knowing this will lead me out of school. As I walk I thought to myself this feels normal no spontaneous feelings or surprises, everything felt calm. I made it at the end of the 2 double doors and went outside, it was night as I run around the city lights looking at the sky. I became bored of this and wanted to leave elementary school again. I enter back in it running faster than usual and went through the school as I run on the road I began thinking about how I know my physical body is asleep. I then saw a huge green sign up on the road naming the streets which made me notice a large hill. I wanted this to be my final action in the dream so I ran as fast as I could to it and went up the hill and jump as I see all the cars and other roads below me. I make an attempt to fly however as I feel the air coming on my feet it was not enough. I went down feeling the wind pass through me rapidly as I get closer to the roads and cars. That's when everything went black and all I could hear is two voices that sounded like me they were both screaming at the same time. I felt like I was being spun around in a vaccum. That's when I woke up in my Father room and my father told me he was sorry for waking me up. I could still hear the faint sound of my two voices I felt dizzy and place my head back down. Then I saw my brother came inside the room as I turn around he tap me to get up so I did as he show me his new game stop card. He made me get a better look at it as I hold the card and thought it was nice. Then he show me his new game which made me question him because I already knew he had this game. That's when I truly woke up. Lucidity Time : 5 mins

I was playing pokemon on a handheld. It was a new version and I was making my character and picking my "friends", which could be my rival, champions, etc. I was then in the old apartment in Venezuela and was getting home from maybe work. I was getting undressed to lay down and I started singing that song Birthday by Katy Perry, which I've only heard once or twice. Once I got undressed, I grabbed all my dirty clothes and was taking them somwhere.

I was in an apartment in Venezuela and was on the computer. I had just finished doing something when everyone started leaving to go to a party. When everyone left it was just me and my aunt. I closed the sites I was on so my aunt wouldn't see because they were porn sites.

I was in the van with Ron and he gave me a tray with pizza and a few things on it. It took me a while to get out of the van and when I did I woke up

I dreamt I was at a shooting range and it was really really windy. It was ou in the middle of nowhere and the wind was causing sand to go all over the place.

I'm standing outside my IRL local library with two women. One of them needs to get something from inside the building, without getting caught. There's only one person inside to avoid being seen by, that and hiding her face from the cameras, so it seems fairly simple, but she's still worried, and she's standing around working out various plans. This seems to be something she intends to do on her own, she's not asking either of us for help, and the other woman with us is just waiting impatiently off to the side, but it seems to me this would go a lot easier and faster if I just went ahead and took care of it myself. After all, unlike her, I don't show up on video, and it'll be much easier for me to avoid that person inside - they're mostly walking around the main area near the door, so I'll just go around to the side of the building instead and walk through the wall.

The section of wall I phased through comes out in the fantasy section, off in the corner of the library and out of sight. I'm looking around at the fantasy books, and thinking about how I used to eat this stuff up, and about how much more difficult it is for me to get lost in a book now. I'm aware that the quality of the books hasn't changed, it's my own mindset - but I somehow feel sure that if I look at one of these books, now I'll find one I can get absorbed in. I pick one up and flip through. The paragraph I'm looking at now involves characters named Maedhros and Fingon - I recognize the names from Tolkien, and I note this as odd, since this isn't a Tolkien book. These aren't meant to be the same characters either; the author seems to have just stolen the names for his own characters.

The dream scene changes to a scene from that book. One character is explaining three weapons to another, and he's making a big deal out of a knife that secretly contains some kind of poison. He says there are two options with this - a whole dose inside will kill instantly, but "a thousand light touches... well, depends on how you define death." The scene changes; he's meeting a small group of people in a forest, one of them a queen, and they're coming to some agreement. He secretly places small doses from that poison in each of their drinks, which will give him some power over them - to his mind, this is simply making sure that they don't back out of the deal they've made. After they drink, they instantly realize what's happened and regret making this deal, but it's too late now.

I'm at my school. They're giving out food. All of the food, for the most part, is unhealthy. They're giving away junk foods like donuts, chips, and soda. I notice as people eat these foods their bodies begin to fade and they start to blur out. The more you eat this food, the blurrier you'll get. I look around trying to get natural food so I don't fade or blur. The school is making an effort to make me eat their junk food, but I always manage to find a vendor somewhere that is giving me natural foods.

I recently decided to meet my dream guide (or any DC of importance) to learn about myself through training, battles and his teaching. Here's my first two lucid dream related to this goal.

Lucidity: 5/10
Control: 5/10
Vivacity: 6/10

I'me in my parkour gymnasium. For the most part, it looks just like in real life. After a few minutes training, a woman (I feel like she is my dream guide) comes up to me and tells me I'm dreaming.



Oh, of course I am.
My lucidity is very low, I start taking off my socks (lol) but it seems like I have thousands of them on.
Meh whatever.
I take off running with no goal in mind; I can see the girl just standing there, I can tell she thinks I'm an idiot.
I wake up and DEILD.


Lucidity: 9/10
Vivacity: 9/10
Control: 6/10

I DEILDed from the last dream, I landed in front of my house (IRL).
In real life, I used to wonder if I was really myself in my lucid dreams, or if lucidity was just an illusion.
Let's check !
I start rubbing my hands together and I shout things like "more lucidity" or "more control."
After a few seconds the dream has become incredibly vivid. There's a cold breeze that gently shiver the trees' leaves; despite the night's darkness, I can clearly see the grass dancing, and the street's lamp's yellow light. My hands are rough, just like in real life.
I reached an amazing level of lucidity, and I can clearly tell that I truly am myself in my lucid dreams.
I would like a little more light before I go look for my dream guide. Not bright sunlight, just a twilight sort of lighting. I place my right hand up in the sky, and when I pull it off, a shiny moon stands behind it.
I find it kinda fun, so I repeat the action a few times until I end up with about a dozen full moons
I get going, but I only have to walk a few meters before my cat wakes me up >

5/17/2014

My husband went to bed around 1:30am and I went to bed around 2am. I woke him up and he recalled a dream.

2am lucid

My husband realizes he is dreaming. He is driving and feels like he wants to drive through other cars on the road, so he does and it works.

It goes mostly without saying that I haven't had a lucid dream in a while! This is primarily because of my tendency to lose motivation for periods going on months. The funny thing is, I've been in one of those periods for the past month; i.e. not recalling any dreams, and generally just having no will to do so. Then, out of complete no where, I had a lucid dream last night. It really was the most random thing. Not that I'm complaining! It's been so long since my last lucid that I forgot how good it felt.
I was in a mall with most of my mom's side of the family. My baby cousin, Presley (who is a little over 2 years old), started speaking full, sophisticated sentences and running around the mall at speeds not normal for a human being. For some reason, THIS of all things is what caused me to go lucid after a couple of years of no lucids.
Seeing Presley act like this caused me to think that this couldn't be happening. This must be a dream. The clarity hit me like a truck, and the excitement came just as fast. I stood stock still for a moment and told myself to calm down, and to help stabilize the dream, I held my hands in front of my face and examined them closely while trying to relax. It seemed to work, and the dream gained even more clarity. From this point, my mind was racing on all the different things I wanted to try and do. Rather than do something crazy though, I decided to explore the mall peacefully, seeing what I could find. I remember a vague thought crossing my mind, 'Maybe I should go to the world from my comic,' but I didn't end up doing that.
The mall was quite big, and looked very similar to the main lobby-like area of Bioshock Infinite's Burial at Sea: Episode 2, the area where the Big Daddy roams around. Luckily for me, there was no Big Daddy. ...As far as I know. I ended up finding a store where a bunch of teenagers were partying. Can't remember what exactly the store was, but the inside was flashing with neon lights, strobe lights, pretty much all the lights you can dream of. I approached the group of people...
And then that's all I remember from there. Not sure if more happened and I just don't remember, or if I woke up at that point, but I'm leaning towards me waking up. This is probably the longest lucid I've had yet, clocking in at about 3 or 4 minutes, whereas my other lucids have been anywhere from 5 seconds to 1 minute. Not only that, this is the first time I've ever stabilized the dream (which could have something to do with the longer time, now that I think about it... ). Not sure how I thought to examine my hands for further clarity, but I have read that tip before in the past, so it must have come to mind.
Definitely exciting though! A random lucid dream after two months of no recall whatsoever. Now if I could just stay motivated towards it all.

I can't remember the first part of my dream but when it was half way over i was in a huge park with my dad. We saw a painting on the wall and were given a task to paint clouds. He had to paint the first layer and i had to paint the second. After we finished I appeared in a school auditorium. I was talking to people than walked and tripped. I fell and landed with my feet in the air and my head in the mud. I got up to wash my hair with water. As I was walking a guy told me i had to stay in the building. I got this scared feeling he wanted me dead and his boss was about to walk in with a weapon or something so i ran. He yelled out to me to stop. But I flew out through the roof. I was in a city like place where there were shops close together. I was flying really high till i began to lose my vision. Than I think i fell down and was pulled into a area that looked like a war video game. I saw a boy in a camouflage suit who took out his gun to shoot me. I ran behind a nearby tree and hid. But than i saw this man who looked like he was in his 40s or 50s so i moved to the right of the tree. The boy who was going to shoot me saw me and was about to shoot. But i grabbed another boy near me and yelled at him not to shoot because i had his partner. The boy than took out a grenade and threw it at me but i used my power barrier i made with my hands to reflect it back at him. Than the older man kicked the grenade on the floor under me and the boy but i made it go back at him and it blew up on the older man. He was like It was not his fault cause his hand sleeve withered. I was like I think your using the wrong word. Cause I thought his arm blew off. Than I woke up.
My second dream was short. I appeared in a wide open sky
place. I was flying and saw a small castle. Kind of looked like it was in three parts. I thought it was pretty cool though. I wanted to land on it but i was starting to fly higher and higher and was afraid i would go into space so i did my best to fly down. I flew down than in a circle around the castle in the sky. But than suddenly there was a blue and red flying air ship in front of me. It shot missiles at me. I deflected and dodged some but i think i ended up being destroyed. I than appeared in a cramp room. There was a little girl with short brown hair with a doll. I told the dc this is a dream and asked her if she knows what dream views is. She said whats that? than the dream was starting to fade. I tried to stabilize it but the girl disappeared, my vision got blurry and than i woke up.

Lost Island

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Im in a plane with a nice girl and Kato, the guy from the hunger games.
We're having drinks and the interior is one from a private plane. It starts crashing and I can hear loud noises. I find myself in the water with the girl and the guy. The water is really warm and I start swimming. The others follow. We crawl onto the beach and start walking arround. It's an tropical island with palmtrees and colorful birds. We climb on soe trees to get a good view and find out we're not alone. There's a village like the one from lost. We hear noises and turn arround and everything goes blank. I wake up in a prison cell. I break the door in and run out. It's night and it's really dark. I hear birds and my own steps. I run to the beach where a water-plane swims. I hear people chasing after me and wake up...

Morning of May 17, 2014. Saturday.



There is a town that, if the orientation is relative to La Crosse (which it seems to be in my dream) it is east of where I am presently living in my dream. This seems to be a fictional location but still seemingly on Gillette Street (“Gillette” of course, relative to “close shaves”). There are quite a few people around.

The story is, that worms have all but taken over the next town to the east. These worms mostly crawl up walls and fall on people and “bore” from the back of the neck (being a possible play on someone being “a pain in the neck”, “painfully boring”, and “getting under one’s skin” - and “worm” also sounds a little like “word” - so what I gather from this is - “boring words being a pain in the neck and getting under the skin” which is quite relevant and timely).

There have been a few times in my life where pests almost got the better of me, but not in this case, and of course never in a “real” or life-oriented sense. The worms are known as “Vermicelli Obnoxious”, but when rendered harmless by some sort of special cheese sauce (with some sort of human DNA mixed with earthworm DNA), they turn into macaroni and die as such, yet with a clay-like essence.

I know this sounds ridiculous (even for me), but it really was quite vivid and coherent, though not lucid until just at waking point. A chubby man, reminding me a bit of an unwashed hot dog vendor in a park during an expo (circa 1997) is setting up some sort of “repellent”. The cheese sauce in question seems to repel the worm, so I am not sure how it could kill them if they supposedly always crawl away from it, but such is typical dream “logic”. He checks one larger pot in some sort of outdoor cooking area. The special “repellent” is in a circular pattern, seemingly blocking the apparent space in the pot’s lid from where the handle is attached via screws. He checks the other pot, which seems solid through the lid due to the handle not being attached with screws and instead welded on. For a moment, he seems puzzled, but then leaves it as it is without putting in any special cheese sauce.

I am not sure I trust the circumstances of “saving the town”, but I still volunteer for the dangerous journey into worm territory. Over time, we (the group and I) are walking about in a safer area of the town. However, arguments and name-calling break out. There are three lines of people that remind me of how I was part of a line in the playground at West Elementary with other lines of students for other teachers as we were to return to class. I was part of the last line to return to class (as if it was some sort of punishment) because there was always a particular student that was basically a troublemaker - who tried to claim that this was somehow everyone else’s fault even though he was the only legitimate bully in the entire grade, so the teacher, Mrs. Faison (an older black lady who was my favorite teacher at the time) would walk around until he was “settled” before taking the line of her students into the school (as you can guess, sometimes this took a few minutes or more as he talked to himself, the student in front of him and the student in back of him, saying that he actually was not talking that whole time he was talking - Mrs. Faison showing quite a bit of patience with him, really).

Again, in my dream there are two lines of about eight people each facing each other and oriented east/west, and an additional line, facing south and standing near a sort of park utility building that has a singular awning the length of the building. The whole fiasco of name-calling seems to be related to the first “team” of worm hunters and aid workers or whatever being jealous of the other two teams that actually have done more work regarding direct involvement with more people and “worm attacks” and a higher risk. One male at the head of a line of a team I seem to be in yells something about “showing your feathers” as some sort of metaphor for being “ruffled” I think though I am not sure.

Eventually, the cheese sauce seems to be working and it is safer to go into more previously infested areas of the town. I sit down at a picnic table with several others. A girl, who reminds me of Steve Irwin’s wife (I saw them in real life at a show in Brisbane prior to their marriage and before they became more well-known), is walking around checking out the area nearby and walks back near the table. She looks in my direction and warns people that some of the worms may still be active and stares at me cautiously as I feel smaller, lighter things falling on my head.

I feel a strange knife-like poke in the back of my neck and reach back to pull it out at the same time a fair amount of clay-like “elbow macaroni” falls from my hair as I quickly brush it all out as they all (the worm-creatures) are somehow rendered harmless or dead, most of which are now either pale gray or a sickly pale pink. This was a “close call”, but the one I pulled from the back of my neck seemed to be one of the last worms left in the dangerous “Vermicelli Obnoxious” stage. All the other worms in the town, it seems, have either died or turned into harmless clay-like elbow macaroni. For a moment, I thought I was in trouble, but there was one and only one boring worm being a pain in the neck.

After waking, there is an odd concern about my dream that I did not have in-dream, that being Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Conqueror Worm” - about human mortality and the inevitability of death.

5/17/14

Last night bed before 10, but couldnt fall asleep - 4:50am

I'm Italy, Liguria. One Italian tells me this, while I'm looking at postcards to buy. The cards are nothing special. Some rocky shore, some dry chaparall mountains. I'm asking something from a guy at a train station. He starts laughing and replies to me in Italian, something like he is Tony... and Italian and why do I think he knows what I'm asking or speaks the language. To my surprise I speak Italian a bit too, or maybe more like just some international words and we communicate a bit, laughing.

I'm at this train station at the end of the dream. It's the end of a trip for me and I'm meeting up with others to leave. There are 2 small, maybe 7-9 year old kids trailing me. We are some friends, or have some deeper connection. They don't want me to leave.

Even before that, I'm telling someone that while we were in Mexico? (Italy), there was a big earthquake, not like a 6 something, but 5 something.

Before that was something, about mountains or hills. It was a long dream, I woke up from it, said "great, a dream" and went back to bed. Have to by me that pen with light I saw on amazon for the gift money I still got there, so I can write them as they happen.

17/5/2014
i remember like none of my dreams only a little part
i have this glass monopoly cup and its pretty big, i store spare change and stuff in it. i had a dream i had a bunch of change, some of not even american currency and i was putting it in there. i then remember having a huge stack of one dollar bills and putting it in there. and thats all i remember. i know there was more