Ancient Memories

May 7, 2011

lucid (MILD), non-lucid, fragment

I am throwing boomerangs with a few other people in a large open area with a treeline off in the distance and grassy rolling hills. The words 'lucid dreaming' are rolling through my thoughts, and I begin to hear them in the dream as if they were distant thunder. I become lucid and realize that it is due to my mantra as I was falling asleep that I became lucid. The boomerang I have is a bright yellow, and as I throw it and it comes back to me, it turns into a triangle shape. I decide to make it into a frisbee. I press against the side of it with my thumb, and it splits into multiple brightly colored triangles. I realize that this will not work, so I give it a good snap with my wrist, hear a loud crack, and it becomes a regular frisbee. I throw it, and it flies up, circles around me, and lands back in my hands. The remainder of the dream is me throwing the frisbee and flying after it.

I remember more dream fragments that also seem very vivid, and possibly lucid, but I am unsure if they are parts of the same dream. It's a great feeling to finally be lucid again.

May 3, 2011

Non-lucid, fragment

I am in a classroom at school. I walk up to the board to write down some notes. When I sit back down, my teacher is rolling around the room in his chair, and a large amount of glowing dust is floating in the air, much like the compound from a glowstick when you break it. My friends and I walk around during the lunch break.

My next lucid must be sometime soon, as it's been a while with just non-lucid dreams. I'm feeling overdue for a good lucid

May 2, 2011

Non-lucid

I am at home on the computer when I hear something break through the kitchen window. I rush out to see what is going on and my parents inform me that a hunter was too close to our property and a stray bullet came into our house. I go out our back door, which now leads to a sea. I hop in a small plastic canoe and start rowing my way across the wind-whipped water. I see another canoe in the distance, and head towards it. In it is an old man with a hunting vest and hat. I ask him if he was the one that shot our house, and he says yes. When I inform him that he should take it farther away from our residence, he mutters about being able to do what he wants and rows away. Satisfied that the problem was dealt with, I fly up into the top window of a building. There, my girlfriend is helping bake brownies for a school event. Then she realizes that she will be late for the bus. We run out into the rain so she can catch it, and I wave goodbye as it drives away. I walk over to my car to head home myself.

The dramatic changes in setting should have been a good indicator that I was dreaming.

May 1, 2011

Non-lucid

I arrive late for my school's talent show. I rush through backstage to set up my guitar and amp just before the first act goes out. I hang out in the side curtains to watch the first few performers. My spot is coming up soon, so I decide to go for a walk to calm my nerves and get a snack. I go to the vending machine in the cafeteria and grab a puffed wheat square. One of my teachers then informs me that I left the door of my car wide open and unlocked, so I run outside to close it before I have to go on stage.

Yet another installation in a lucid dry spell, nothing is too interesting about this dream.