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So I was dreaming and for whatever reason I was in this big dining hall because I got accepted into Hogwarts (which I was suspicious about because I'm too old for them to send a letter) and apparently some of my friends had gotten accepted too. So I'm sitting near my friends Giana and Kelly from my Art class and then I figure out I'm dreaming. So naturally I build myself a skate park and a rad board and I start to skate. Then I see this door and I kind of go out of lucidity. I see these weird land-shrimp things and they're all different colors behind different doors controlling different dreams. Then I find this green one and he's chilling on top of a floating island and I go to chill with him, but he gets angry and throws mounds of dirt at me and I dodge them but fall into water. After that I woke up.

Early this morning I woke up knowing, I dreamed the terrorist attack. There were 5 of them. All military, not some crazy jihadist. Except in my dream they used guns. They attacked the airport guns blazing and I was there trying to stop them with an Ar-15. It was one of those dreams I should have typed on this board as soon as I woke up that something very bad was going to happen today. I waited for the news to broadcast the story of a terrorist attack, but when it came it wasn't guns, it was bombs. But I knew it was today, i knew it would happen because i dreamed the whole thing. Yeah, i know, "you're crazy, just because you dreamed it and it happened doesn't make it some kind of psychic thing". true, but this is the 6th time in my life I dreamed about an incident before it happened. I don't care if no one believes me, but the people who know me personally know that when i say something is going to happen, they know some shit is about to go down.

I am fortunate that I so rarely have nightmares. This isn't really a nightmare; it isn't all that scary. But in my relative spectrum of dreams, I might consider it a nightmare because it terrorized me.

I begin in my childhood bedroom, reading a book. My father enters. I immediately feel annoyed.

He begins: "We're going to a dinner. You need to get dressed."

My response is automatic: "I don't want to go."

He ignores my plaint. "Get dressed. You'll like it. We're going to talk about one of your favorite books. It was either The Great Gatsby or To Kill A Mockingbird. I couldn't find The Great Gatsby on your bookshelf so we're going to talk about To Kill A Mockingbird." He backs away and closes the door behind him.

I am enraged like only a narcissistic intellectual can be. "TKAM?! I hate that book! You didn't find Gatbsy because I'm reading it right now! I hate TKAM!"

(The Great Gatsby is a modern tragedy about desire and false identity. These are themes that resonate with me. To Kill A Mockingbird is a book I only read once in high school and I probably have a naïve understanding of it. Nonetheless, my impression is that it is a heavy-handed and moralizing tale about prejudice and innocence.)

But, I am a child in this dream so I have no choice in the matter. The next scene is in the house of one of my father's more scholarly friends. There are several families with kids in attendance. As for my family, we are all together. I must be about 16 years old. That's before my sister went to college and my parents divorced. It's the last year the family was together and also an awkward age for a teenager on the cusp of adulthood.

At this dinner party, the adults congregate in the dining room while the kids assemble in the darkened den to watch a movie. I'm not watching the movie, I'm trying to hear the conversation of the adults in the next room. They are talking about literature. I want so much to be in their conversation. But then I recall the disagreement about the book, and that makes me upset.

A new pair of people enter the room. I am slouched on a couch. My sister is on the other end of the same couch. Around the room, other kids, mostly younger, are seated on chairs or on the ground. They are all hypnotized by the movie. The two new entrants are a mother and her daughter. The mother looks at me and introduces the girl. "Do you know Ashley? Go sit down, Ashley."

Ashley, huh? I study the girl. She is about my age (in the dream, about 16). She is pretty in a reserved kind of way. She has dirty blonde hair and wears a powder blue cotton dress. She seems shy. She doesn't make eye contact. She walks to the couch and sits next to me. Her mother leaves, returning to the dining room. Ashley scoots closer to me, leans her head on my shoulder, and puts a hand on my thigh. Her motions seem automatic, like she is just obeying her instinct.

I have mixed feelings. Ashley, Ashley... do I know an Ashley? She is pretty and she is close to me, so I feel attracted to her. I reciprocate her interest by leaning my head toward hers and placing my hand on her thigh. I feel her react, leaning more into me and squeezing my leg in confirmation of our connection. But now, my adult-self is awakened and I become lucid. Oh, this poor girl. I feel disgust. I'm not supposed to be here. And this pairing between me and her was all arranged. Parents trying to play matchmaker with their kids. And my sister too, egging her on. I recoil from Ashley. She seems offended, but I'm already on my way to the next room.

I storm into the dining room where the adults are having their book club. I shove the table roughly, causing all the books and drinks to spill. I look angrily at my father. "I didn't want this! That girl you fixed me up with... And I hate this book!" I grab a copy of To Kill A Mockingbird and throw it into the wall. "I wanted it to be Gatsby!"

The dining room scene fades. It's just me and my father and we are back in my bedroom. My father pulls out a revolver and holds it to his neck. He says, cryptically: "This is Gatsby!" He pulls the trigger. It is a glancing blow to his neck but enough to rupture his arteries. I am horrified and wake up.

I was looking at the mirror and i saw my beard was a bit short, but i didn't shave for like 2 weeks so I must be DREAMING!

As i understand i'm dreaming, my pupils dilate like crazy. I say out loud "Say no to drugs kids!" and i amaze how everything feels like real life, even the way i think. My access to my memories are very good because i remembered the Dream Views Podcast where Ophelia mentioned she doesn't have pupils in her dreams.

I start to explore the house i'm in. It's a hybrid between the house i'm living in and the house from my childhood. I look outside and it is where my childhood house was located. I jump out from the window, land on the street. There are lots of people i know and i can go talk to them about meaning of life etc. but i decide to jump from one car to another and i fail somehow xD

A dream character who is a middle-aged man with a big moustache approaches to me and says " Dude, how come you can't jump only 5 meters in a dream that you know you're dreaming ". I say "You're right, sir" and complete the jump with success. As i'm done messing around, i turn my back to a wall and think "There will be a door on this wall and it will surprise me when i enter it" and boy, did it surprise me!

I opened the door and saw a bright purple color and BOOM! i'm inside my grandmothers house. There is a dismantled oven at the middle of the house, and there are 2 guys trying to fix it. One is my 70 year old uncle who doesn't have any knowledge about electronics, one is my cousin who looked as if he really knows how to fix an oven. This cousin of mine i'm talking about has down syndrome... guess he didn't have it in this dream lol

I watched them for 2 minutes and i gotta say it was worth watching, they took apart the whole oven in 45 secs. I wanted to go and see the other rooms and explore but somehow i couldn't pass the oven pieces, it was very crowded... As i was thinking it would be cool to see the oven say "You shall not pass!" i wake up... Damn

The last few seconds of the night I was petting a little white hamster on its belly. It was either completely white or had a bit of light brown on its back. It was somebody else's hamster and the person was beside me. The hamster spread its arms and legs as I rubbed my finger on its belly and made a face (and maybe sounds too) and it was warm.

And now all day I'm thinking about getting a pet rat once I live on my own and have more money. Which will be soon. Why not a hamster? Rats are much more intelligent. Ferrets look and move cuter and are bigger so they'd be nicer to cuddle, but they live ~7 years and rats only live 2-3 years so there's a smaller chance of me not wanting to live with it anymore and being faced with a dilemma. Ofcourse as a lucid dreamer of some skill, I can have a good time with animals in lucid dreams :)

I'm in some kind of school. School having just let out everyone is either getting ready to leave or fooling around. At some point I realize I can make myself stick to the walls by pressing a foot to the wall and having classical music play in my head, my center of gravity would shift from pressing down to pressing towards the wall. Not nearly as strongly but enough that I could then put my next foot to the wall and then my hands. I had to concentrate but I could do it. I was stuck facing away from the wall with my hands and feet touching the wall. I concentrated more and removed my hands and straightened out my legs and I was able to slowly walk on the wall. Most people didn't seem to notice and the one person who did was pretty sure it was a trick, most likely because their view of me was largely obstructed. Having exhausted myself preforming this new ability I have to stop and walk on the ground. I look for my backpack and get ready to leave, to find that I am already wearing my backpack. So I head up the staircase and out the big glass doors of the school. Outside the property of the school is like my step dad's yard except in reverse. Where the front yard and house and sheds and stuff would be was all school. The steep driveway instead was in what would be the back of the backyard leading down into the main road. I pass a gym class that was mostly let out as well but the gym coach had hold up a few students he didn't seem happy with. I continue past them to wait near the driveway for the buses to arrive. My brother who was apparently part of the gym class threw a baseball to me, I pick it up and throw it back. It seems to fall a bit short then it rolls and seems like it's going to land right by his feet but then it instead rolls under a car. He fetches it out and seems mad that is landed under the car and throws the ball at me. I'm out of the way but the way the ball is heading it would go down the driveway and likely be lost forever, so I smack the ball with my hand, it lands near a pile of junk. I saved the ball from being lost but I was to annoyed to go pick it up and throw it back again so I leave it there.

22/3/16:
Dream 1: I was involved in digging something out of a cave or exploring underground with a girl. I must have been successful, because we ended up at a train station sitting on a bench discussing the success. The girl then jumped on top of me and we started making out, good times ensued.

Dream 2: My brother and I were on a bus going down a hill. There was a train station at the end which we wanted to get off at, however when the bus stopped down there these two guys with suitcases and dressed in wacky clothes started shouting and pushing through people. They were yelling that they had to put on a play and were running late. The bus driver let them off first but warned them that they would have to sacrifice an act because they were running late. They got off the bus and sprinted across the road and down into the park, where one of them tripped over and his suitcase spilled.

Dream 3: I was walking down a cobblestone garden path with a woman next to me, presumably my sister. We were both dressed in fancy renaissance clothing, and I was telling the woman all about the man she was about to meet to potentially be her husband. I told her he had been my friend in childhood and was very kind and smart. This continued for a bit until we got close to the mansion and bumped into the man himself. He greeted m like an old friend and then turned his attention on the woman as they began to hit it off.

Dream 4: There was an old, rich white couple, sort of like the neighbours in Here come the Habibs. The woman was furious at the man for ruining her business empire, but he was determined to rebuild. They must have had some sort of wrestling business, because the dream jumped to me being in a basketball court in the tunnels about the stands. A whole bunch of fans and wrestlers alike were walking out in protest of the business troubles.

Dream 5: I was travelling on a tram down Melville road and thinking of how to talk to some of the other travellers. I came up with an idea of setting up a food charity/dispension system for refugees. I got off he tram at a stop and looked around some food shops then hopped back on and went back the opposite way which I was travelling before.

Dream 6: I was in the cinema and the original movie which I wanted to see had a problem and wasn't showing so I went into another theatre to watch some other random movie. I took out my phone to tell my friends what had happened but I remembered I was in a cinema so I shouldn't use my phone so I put it away as the lights darkened and the movie started.

Dream 7: I was on a train with my brother discussing how redistributing money to everyone would improve the economy and everyone's quality of life. I explained to him how 80% or something of all the money was just being held by rich people and not used, so I made I'm think about what would happen if people spent all of that money and it circulated around the economy, and how good that would be. He seemed a bit wary but I continued to try and convince him of the benefits.

Dream 8: The Avatar (the last airbender kind) was learning about the water element and was nearing the end of his training. He was walking down the street at night with some of us when we got attacked. He held the attackers off as we all rushed to safety, displaying his practical mastery of the element. We then filed into a room and watched as he performed a concert on an instrument with the water master. It was a sort of harp, I don't know if he played it with water or with his hands but it symbolised water. Either way he played successfully and proved his mastery of the theory behind water. The water master told him he was now ready to continue on and learn the final element, fire. The avatar got a bit cocky at that, so the water master grinned and told him while he may be ready, he still wasn't the champ yet and held him down with tendrils of water which he couldn't break. He let him go after a bit but the point was made.

Dream
It was day time on a school trip, there was a group of us and something about a killer on the loose. He was apparently after us and more specifically, me. We were on a bus at one point and I remember seeing other kids on another bus, they were in the same group or something as the killer and are his accomplices. Wait, so the killer is a kid?
I'm in a building now, it's the hotel or whatever that the class is staying at. I'm sitting at a desk and I'm Malcolm from Malcolm in the Middle. I had earned money from doing something (I think selling notes for class) and bought a gun for self protection. It's night time here and the gun is in front of me on the desk under the light of a small lamp, then the killer shows up. I can't remember how but I shot at the killer which was lucky because he had a gun too. But it's surprising because the killer is actually Aaron, a childhood best friend. I remember getting a scolding from the teacher (I mean after all, I'm like 10 in this dream and I have a gun..), later on I end up with my gun again but this time there's modifications. Oh sweet modern technology for being so damn cool. This part was really vivid and awesome, I added heaps of attachments to the gun I had, turning it into a full on rifle. There's a firing range which I shoot at twice, jesus that's powerful. I fiddle around with the rifle and dismantle bits and pieces before reassembling it, there are lots of details here that I can't write up. I'm in my room again and I have the gun... Wait, what was that? I swear that I heard something but it was just so faint.. I raise my gun slightly and then as if he was just going to peek around the corner, I see the killed (Aaron) poke his head through my door.
*BOOM* I have a sort of panic moment where I let loose a couple bullets in his direction, he's stunned that he didn't get the jump on me and that I have a huge ****ing gun. He ends up getting apprehended in the end..

I also remember something about a killer except this time he has a square upper arm scabbard which has a dagger sheathed in it. He jumped out in a comic-book fashion with lines of effect whizzing past him while he drew his weapon and prepared to stabby stab..

note: after a week of exams, I was so tired that I fell asleep in uncomfortable position on the sofa. Here the lucid dream:

I am in the garden and I'm searching for the something(I don't know what). Someone opens the door of the house and get out in the garden. I say to myself that this is a dream and I become lucid. I turn around and start walking but I feel a back pain, I try to ignore it but it's still hurting, it's so hurting that I decide to wake up. I woke up, put me in a comfortable position and tried to go back in the dream but it didn't work.

Preface:
Took Benadryl (allergy med) because I ate something that was making my face and ears itchy. I also lit some incense to make myself feel more comfortable, so that I could fall asleep.

I am in a house with my sister. We are packing, moving and throwing stuff away. A lot of our belongings are in piles in the middle of the rooms. Broken furniture makes up most of it. In real life, we are always concerned about leaving the doors opened or unlocked because we've had a burglary in the past. In the dream, when I walked in I didn't even bother closing the door behind me. My sister didn't care about it either and made a remark, something like,, "I don't care what happens to this stuff". I walked around the house and I could see that many of the rooms were organized in the same way: small boxes and belongings against the wall, and trash piled in the center of the rooms. I can't find my jeans in all this mess, so I ask my sister if she wants to go to Burlington (shopping) with me. She is not turned on by the idea and tells me she doesn't want to go. I leave without her.

From my house, I walk outside the door and I am in some kind of shopping community, which ends up getting darker and becoming a mall. I am trying to get to a clothing store I like, but there is a crowd. There are two girls in front of me. Both of them are shorter than me and they are taking their time walking. They go into the same store I am trying to get to and I am annoyed. I find a denim jumpsuit that I think is cute, but I don't take it off the rack. I see another that is gray; I take it off the rack and say that its the wrong color, so I put it back. The girls have already reviewed my shopping rack so I keep shopping.

Fragment
I am driving on a freeway to get back to a mall. I have been there before. While I am driving, I decide to take another route or the route I think is correct. The highway turns into grass and I am at a dead end. There is a man standing there with dark hair, I think he is holding a hammer?

Notes:
I 'm a little disappointed that I have not been able to wake up in my dreams lately. I have been concentrating on my yoga practice but I think something else is missing. I can explore more through meditation.

3.22.16

Last night bed 11ish-8am.

DR1
My mom is driving an open top car, on a winding road. Ocean on the left, hill on the right. I look over the ocean and the sunrise is just spectacular. The skies are so beautiful, and the ocean is so calm and almost white, only a touch of lightest blue. I tell my mom to look but she is not looking, so I tell her to stop and she slows down and pulls to the hill side of the road so she can look. ( I think I got this because I watched kardashians and they were driving in snow)

DR2
I'm working for someone who knows and works with celebrities. It's New Year's Eve and we are prepping for a party. I get a phone call but people that just came are so loud, I tell the person to hold on, I need to walk to the back rooms of the house where I know it's quiet.

So this person tells me that I defaulted on paying for some Amazon purchase. I tell her I didn't and I find some receipts saying that I paid it off on January or February 23rd.

She tells me if I want an Amazon card, I need to get my blood tested. So I go the another room where someone I know is talking to me about it and asking me which arm I want to have blood drawn. I say neighter. This whole time I'm holding a tiny cute puppy in my arms.

Somehow they talk me into it and I lay on the exam table, puppy still in my arms. I gave her my left arm and she puts a needle in it. I look up and Pierce Brosnan with his partner walks in. He looks sharp in black tux and white shoal. It's 15 min to midnight. I wonder what are people thinking about seing me there.

Done my meditation before I venture off to the girlfriends house for the day.

I started off by just laying there concentrating on my breathing, letting it flow naturally. As stayed like this for a few minutes ( don't know how long I meditated for ). Had the feeling of energy waves traveling up my body now and then, felt nice. Before the end off my session I felt like I was on a jumbo road, like my body was acting like a worm going up and down. I felt very alert, my mind felt very clear, thoughts where very clear.

A good session indeed!

I've set my alarm up for WBTB these past 2 night's but it hasn't been going off so I've been waking up nautrally, must solve this problem later today. I woke up and decided to NOT get out of bed and to go straight into WILD ( bad choice I know ). Next thing I know i wake up, must of fell asleep within seconds of trying to WILD.

Must fix alarm.
Must get up out of bed for 5 minutes.

Fragments

I was in school, inside a classroom. It was late afternoon. I was arguing with someone.

I was a captain at a pirate ship, fighting with other captains. I just thrown an enemy overboard and taken over the ship.

I went out of my house, I had to do something outside. On the way I though about modifying a game.

It was a side scrolling platformer. I was a mouse that had to collect gold and reach end of stage. It was really hard, as there were many traps and ghosts flying around. I thrown knives at these ghosts and this dispersed them for a while. I tried to reach a platform, but there were really strong winds pushing me back. I've fallen down.

Some relationship issues yesterday so I didn't sleep well last night and poor recall

1) I arrived in Norwich, I think my parents took me there. There were lot of people running, we walked through crowds of runners, I had a bag over my shoulder looked in it and relaised I had forgotten my kit. I was devastated because I had laready run half the marathon and was going to change so I could run the second half. I was was very upset and woke up.