lucid

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4-11-11

The Void
Lucid 80%

I was in my childhood home and realized this was a dream sign! I shouted “this is a dream!” and my much younger mom, aged appropriately for the era, looks at me like “What?” I run outside as a little kid and then age up to my present age as I run for the street; I can make great wormholes here on the flat surface. I pointed but nothing happened. I flicked my hand and bam there was a small black wormhole on the street. “Oh crap I have no idea for what I want to do!” I try to think of my dream goals and the wormhole vanishes but I try to think some more while keeping hold of the dreams lucidity, kind of like dribbling 2 basketballs at once. I dig and come up with a memory of summoning myself and flick another wormhole but this one is deformed looking like spilt ink. ‘Summoning myself on any other day would be a cool idea but I want something less me, more mind blowing, I got to think!’ “I got it! I can look for something to do with my career path” and I flick open a perfect wormhole and stand on it.
I get sucked down into my wormhole and I see blackness then out of the void pictures start rolling by from left to right. All are big pictures with maybe a perfect tree on one and the next has a motorcycle on one [btw I saw this same motorcycle in the last wormhole I created and have no interest in motorcycles]. One picture has a lot of words in boxes connected by lines and then the next has a girl blowing bubbles into the air . They all seemed like they were representing something. They seemed pretty endless so I latched onto one by touching it and was sucked in and wound up in a well lit hallway with wooden bookshelves on either side. A woman, blond in her mid 20’s in casual business attire, said to me forcefully “Well now that you’re here we can get down to business.” Then they all (the 3 other women of about the same age and dress) started walking for the office at the end of the hall so I joined them. Once in the office I sat in one of the plush and comfy leather seats and she asked me what my other offers where, caught off guard by this whole thing I said nothing (hey less than a minute ago I was out on the street outside my childhood home!). She took my quietness as stalling and said “well we have a pretty good package here and have connections.” I got a thought from someone else in the room that the connections were political and Bill Clinton might be involved but this was not talked about openly (yay for telepathy!). She walked behind the big desk with tons of stuff on it from different people and lots of papers. The office looked cool to me, I love so much detail in these nonphysical places. She sat on the corner of the desk (I got the idea it really wasn’t her place to be sitting in the seat) and said, “So ok let’s talk.” I felt too much on the spot and had a good enough time so I pulled out of the dream and woke up to happily record my LD.

Once awake I realize how tired I really was and waited a second to recall my dream before I recorded it.

Assassin
lucid 50%

I am in a holding cell with a Plexiglas wall. Me and this other guy are in this one cell and we are assassins and our skills are going to be tested. There is a woman in the other cell by herself so we 3 will be tested and only one will get the assignment. The guy in my cell wonders if I can take him but I know this is a dream and he doesn’t stand a chance but I keep hearing his thought “can I take him?” I decide to school him a bit. My mind goes into hyper fast thought, realizing he is too far away to start on him with my hands I kick my chair at him and jump thorough the air at him. I land as he catches the chair and holds it as a shield as he falls back onto the floor. He is strong and using his hands and knees to hold the chair up so any force going down is not going to do much so I push the shielding chair in the direction of his head just a bit so I can step on his groin. I didn’t step hard just enough to get a needed reaction, he lowers the chair over his groin and I bring around my hand using my thumb as a small knife to prove my point as it stops just outside his neck. He looks at my hand and knows he has been beaten and would have been dead in seconds had a real knife entered his carotid arteries this way.

I wake up and this time write stuff down!

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February 20, 2011

I walk into an area that has a lot of shelves with all kinds of stuff on them. I pick up a fake plastic tree that’s standing in the way and put it on a table and realize that I just knocked off the top half of the tree. I look around to see if it is laying somewhere and see a lot of other stuff. I look back at the tree only to see it is a dog now but this makes sense to me because it is half, like the tree. I feel really sorry for this half dog and can see inside his halved intestines and think about if the other half will still connect and if he will be OK. Then there is a girl there and she is upset at the dog being halved. She yells “this is all your fault!” Me: “He’ll be ok don’t worry so much.” “you don’t understand he’s just a DOG!” Me: “We’ll get his parts and he’ll be ok!” I then take the half body outside and put it down gently. I go back inside but no one is in there now, there was a guy around too but he didn’t say anything. I went outside again confused and the dog was walking around! He only had 3 legs but at least he was improving!

I see some similarities to other dreams I have been having. “be ok don’t worry so much” were the words from another dream a few days ago. I will heed my subconscious’ warning and not worry so much.

Edit: 2/25/2011
I walked inside a building the other day I heard a girl yell "It'll be OK don't worry so much" to her friend. I was shocked by this and hurriedly walked around a corner and did a RC! I have been hearing this statement so much lately, dreams and waking life.

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This took place a few years ago maybe 2006.

Background: I am white and American and have had black friends but that's about it.

My dream had me as a young man about 21 walking on a typical street with my guy friends. I knew I was black and I could see my hands and also felt this was a dream. I knew my friends and all their peculiar aspects that make people different. I felt the freedom of dreaming and knowing it and being white and yet never being able to shout the word I did so now, "Yo nigga! Nigga nigga nigga!" My friends looked at me like I was really stupid like "whats your damage?" That was not what I expected, as a white person you come to fear that word lest you start a fight or be branded a racist. My friends continued walking down the street more discussing some crazy things this guy did. I was looking around at street lamps and random stuff so I could see the world through a black mans eyes, of course there was no difference. Then I started to float above my friends and looked down at them as one of them was getting all animated telling this story.
Then I was in a nice house, I was the same person and felt the same. My coat was no longer on and I was wearing a childish looking striped shirt and I was in a bedroom, my bedroom. I recognized it and yet knew I had never seen it before. I walked out of the room to look around. In the hallway a my sister [never seen this girl before and yes she was a black attractive girl maybe in her mid teens] came out of a room and started yelling stuff at me, she was really angry. I had never seen this girl before so I just stood there thinking of how strange this was getting. She stopped and waited for me to say something but before I could my mom walked in [yes another person I never have laid eyes on], "What is going on in here?" My sister yelled a lot that I was doing something to upset her. I was starting to identify with my new self and didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to say the wrong thing and make things worse. This was getting intense and I could feel my dad [he was a quiet guy but large, the strong silent type but the mom ran the show, and yes he is unknown to me, as a white man anyways.] My sister on a rampage yelled "BUT MOM???" I felt I had to get out of there and the dream, or whatever it was, faded. I woke up happy to be out of there but glad I had a new appreciation for the Afro-American experience.

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This is part of my effort to electronically record some of my older and more memorable dreams. I put these into a document then cut&past to DV. This one is as of yet undated but I am thinking 1999.

I am in a dark meeting room where everything is old wood like some old British library but this is a small room with a long table that can fit about 10 people. I am alone in the room and and walk around to explore a bit. There is a nice old grandfather clock in a nice wooden cabinet that catches my attention.
Then to my right, while still admiring the old clock, comes a person and to my astonishment it is me! He is followed by 9 other me's! They come from the right and the left! I feel there is an overriding part of me in this controlling some stuff here for me. I go to a seat at the table as we all do. I sit down in a seat I know that I should be sitting in and look at all these other me's. They all look the same but I can tell they are all very different and all of them have a different self view. They are all me yet all different me's! They have all come from their different lives and are all here to discuss somethings. I really want to hear what is going to be discussed! There is a head me who sits at the right far end and just takes charge. I am impressed by his take charge manner as I was in no way like that then. We all know he is the leader here. I marvel at how I am sitting at a table where everyone looks like me! He wastes no time and starts to talk and though I can tell this is his intro I can only hear "rrarr rarr arr arra arra." I am furious that this is somehow being blocked from me. I try to keep the dream alive but feel like I am being pushed out of it. I am pushed into darkness and wake up.

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Dream 1 : Needy Old Lady
Not waking lucid but dream lucid, I could remember past dreaming experiences and fully knew it was a dream.

I was on the road behind my childhood home just walking along. I was not lucid but I knew this was a dream. I say some other people ever now and again. Towards the end of the road there was a young guy who looked something like a young Bob Saget, tall, lanky, very skinny, black hair combed over, he was flanked by an old woman who seemed to be annoying to him. She kept talking at him as if she wanted him to say something or understand her motives. I walked besides them. Then she saw a sitting area on the corner of the block where about 20 people were sitting in a circle waiting for something. I had seen this here before in the dream world, it was like an outdoor deck but this was round, on the corner of the homes property near the street and had seating benches in that circle for 2 levels of seats, with a railing around its perimeter. Strange but not too much, still I am not sure exactly the meaning of it or what it is supposed to do. People always sit in it like they are expecting something to happen. The annoying old lady saw it and abruptly broke away from her “victim” almost bumping into me. I stopped short and she turned to me and said “excuse me.”
I saw her sit down up there and exhale like she was finally resting after much stress. “I am finished with life!” she said leaving me to believe that she was between lives instead of being a dreamer. “Freeing isn’t it?” I said, “Yes” she replied with a smile. I walked on up the bigger road to see what else was around. After a few seconds I felt her presence behind me, and to my left, and when I looked she was in the appearance of a Halloween rubber skeleton! I’ve seen stranger appearances but I had to roll my eyes at this one, this was a little weird. The old lady was blathering on about some inane trivial nonsense obviously trying to have my attention. I didn’t give it to her and just kept walking and looking ahead.
She started to feel my legs like they were unnatural to her and my back and stomach a bit (These were all her height as a little skeleton woman). “Oh you’re so real!” she said as if expecting something unreal. “I am real” I said with conviction.
Then the way she was talking changed a bit and when I looked back she was now a little pig woman, with the body of a pig but the face of a woman but with the snub nose. This had to be something she had perfected in her own time, it takes a bit of thinking and manipulations of feelings to get something like this to work. She was saying something about needing help so I picked her up. She sat up in my hand saying something, then I thought that her butt in on my palm, and though this is a dream, it is still disgusting. I shifted her to both hands in front of me so I could toss her out in front of me giving her a bit of a head start. I got a feel of her though and she didn’t feel like a pig instead she had an icky type of old-lady-skin where it is very thin and slips a lot right under the skin, almost how chicken skins slide around on the wet meat after being cooked. This creeped me out so I put her down almost tripping over her. The scenery turned into a home like setting, a long home where we could walk around it like one of those homes that are museums. She was still chattering away as we walked by people to each side of us who looked to be dressed in clothes from the 1700’s. She started to ask why I wasn’t attracted to her. Exasperated I said “I can’t have a relationship with a pig.” She protested a bit with some squealing.
Then she changed into a cow-lady! Now she had a fake cow body like if you were wearing a cow costume, but only knee high to me, and her face was her full woman face with white cow coloring. So she was a tiny fake cow woman. I turned and looked at her and said “Udderly ridiculous” Then I motioned like “get it?”, she was not amused, I walked on. Then she talked about some things she had done to help people as if I would like her for these things she’s done, but by now I was beyond pretenses and was on to have as much fun out of this as I could, so in mock adoration I said, “That’s moo-tastic.” She just stood there exasperated as I walked off and hoped she would not follow. I watched a woman ironing with a hot flat iron in her 1700’s era kitchen as I walked away.

Dream 2: Airport
Still dream-lucid

I was in an airport parking lot and while looking for something interesting to see came to a 18 wheeler being loaded by 3 young adults. I gave it a look and walked in. They paid me no attention. I came to the back of the truck where boxes were piled high, bored and a bit angry at this place, I laid down on the trucks floor. If they thought I worked there maybe someone would get angry and give the place some life! A young woman who held herself like she was in some kind of charge of this work asked the guy in there looking at his clipboard about me “Is this guy working?” “Yea he’s working” the guy said surprising me a bit but I decided to play along for a bit. I got up and followed her to the pile of boxes in the middle of the trucks trailer that had to be sorted “They have to have the info down” she said refereeing to the mailing address info on the boxes. She turned to go back into the truck more and tell me something but I realized this was my chance to freak her out, I could wake up, pulling myself out of the dream area with no apparent way to have left. I willed my real eyes open and could still see her portly self in her red hoody as an after image.

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Very productive night and a full LD.
As I have been doing lately, I went to bed reading my old DJs. While reading I discovered a bunch of people in a dream from 1995 that are the same as the group of dream friends I have now! I do not know these people outside the dream world and in fact the last siting was at the enclosure with the short haired girl. I had forgotten this old dream and will be looking for more through the thousands of pages of DJ scribblings.

Dream 1 : Childhood Home
Lucid 100%

I was in my old childhood home's sun-room on a sunny day and the sun was pouring in all golden and radiant. I was amazed at how lucid and clear minded I was. I stepped up to one of the many windows and drew back the yellow lace curtains and was amazed to see this place was my old childhood home! I realized what was happening right away and nudged with my elbow into the person besides me that I thought was my mother (I never looked) "This is a dream! This is not now ours, the Zennusies own it." remarking on the ownership of the house. Then I see the old metal shed in the corner of the yard is gone and there are drag marks across the lawn like someone dragged it out to the garbage in the front yard. To my mom I say "so the shed is gone?" I thought she had moved it. She said nothing and I felt she was confused. I had no time to lose vainly trying to convince dreamers that this is a dream, I had to enjoy! I looked out at the yard and it looked more crappy than I had recalled but yes now I remember it really was this bad. Imagine a grass lawn that had never seen weedkiller or fertilizer in 30 years. "I can see individual blades of grass!" The blade stuck out from its background of dirt, one of many dirt patches. The vividness was every bit on pare with physical reality! I ran to the back door to this sun-room. It was always made fun of for having this crappy door with too many locks but this time I imagined many locks and there they were and I chuckled as I unlocked them all to get out, "click, click, click, click".
I ran out into the yard and remembered someone saying on DV that they ate grass to increase lucidity, this thought discussed me for a slight millisecond till I realized this is not physical grass it's harmless. I found the blade I was looking at from the window, or close enough, and pulled at it but it was tough to pull up! I gave it the thought to pull out and "pop" it pulled out. I chewed on it and it had some grit like dirt on it and oddly didn't taste like grass but something like weak black licorice! I was in heaven (figuratively!)! Walked to where the shed would have been in the corner of the yard with my eyes closed to feel the dream's senses. I recalled Hyu doing this on Terraluna and gaining lucidity. I concentrated on my breathing in and the taste of the licorice grass and even a slight breeze on my face, I could feel everything; hands, feet in shoes, everything! I was near the shed now, seeing with my mind not my vision, but thought I should not see the shed there or else it may interfere with the particular version of the dream I was in and that may lead to loss of stability. So I turned away from the shed's place and walked out of the yard around the garage. "This is crappier than I remember too" I thought. In the road I looked back at all the houses just as they used to be in my youth. The house right next-door was a perpetual dump and here it was right in front of me in all its pathetic glory, I was excited and yelled in my amazement "That's the crap house! Ha!" I looked at the other houses they were all the same, what a great copy of everything!
Time was a wasting, I needed to think of something to do, in a LD, fast! I couldn't think of anything, the physical world seemed too strange and too far off, like an imaginary place you are sure exists but can only barely picture. Then something came to me and although I knew it wasn't what I really wanted, I didn't want to waste time being bored lest I lose dream control. "Give me a portal to another dimension." Nothing happened. I had to direct it. I looked down at the road and flicked my hand down at it saying the same thing and a tiny portal appeared. It looked like a black and blue portal about the size of the palm of a hand! Kind of small but this is a dream, it'll do. I continued what I was saying for clarification about the dimension "one that I'll understand." I didn't want to see weird stuff I couldn't even benefit from or stuff so strange I lose dream control.
I walked over to the little portal and it sucked me in and around in circles. I saw a lot of black and blue swirls. Then I saw a motorcycle just floating in the mix of it all! I was thinking "WTH? Why's that here?"

Then all of a sudden I am in a doorway to a girls room (the walls are pinkish and the white dresser with mirror is in front of the girls) and the girls in there are hurriedly putting on makeup in the mirror like its a race. I notice one of them but I can't imagine how this scene can have her in it and ever be! The girls then all run out of the room in their race but don't seem to notice me to any degree, I'm sure I am invisible, I remember the feeling from other LDs. I get a good look and yes it is Svetlana! She is Russian, born and raised, how is she in this crazy American home with all these kids? In shock I just call her name "Svetlana??" as if to say "is THAT you?" She stopped in her tacks and turned around! but she didn't look at me at all and instead picked up one of 2 hair clips on the floor. (The ugly green carpet btw was pretty dirty.) She then ran off to catch up to her friends. I figured she had heard me but couldn't recognize me. On one level people can hear you but still ignore you in this state, they are having their dreams too and I am not supposed to be in it. I followed her into the living room. She ran left but I stood to the right at the doorway hiding behind the wall so no one that can't see me bumps into me. There are about 4 other people watching TV (1 adult, 3 kids in sweat pants and shirts and white socks) There is a kitchen to my left with warm moist air coming out like there is a big dinner being made in there and I could feel people in there. So there were maybe 9 people in the house. A chubby little boy about 9 years old ran by and I got a good look but never seen him before.
The dream quickly collapsed and I was comfortably thrust back into my sleeping body and darkness. I instinctively knew what time it was and it was earlier than I needed to be up but I could write this out now.

This was a valuable dream so I wrote it down (4 pages) in the dark for 3 pages.

Post script: If this really was a parallel world I was in, then all I could think was that maybe Svetlana was adopted by an American family and this was her life. I'm not sure why I latched onto her, she was a marginal character in my life and only know her a bit and then only for a month.
The length of this recounting refers to the LDs detail not the actual length which was at most 5 minutes!

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1/3/11

Nonlucid
This girl and I were riding bicycles through a building that was not completely built yet.
Next we were on the grassy ground laughing about it all. This is when I saw she was Penelope Cruz.
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She rolled on the grass and I tossed a blanket end over to her. She gave a mock surprise and I said "it was the wind." She laughed and rolled herself up in the blanket till it was even over her face. I rolled her onto me and said "your on me supported be my body" but there was no answer and no thoughts coming from this pile of sheets. She was not in there and this was just a replicated pile of bed sheets.
I wanted to go somewhere new and then I was walking into an office with someone like Penelope Cruz. I stood in front of the desk and she walked behind the desk sat in the chair and put her feet up on the desk. The man and woman who just walked in too looked astounded at us and we couldn't be happier.
Woke up and committed it to memory.

1/4/11
Dream 1: The Enclosure.
Partly lucid

I was walking through a field and thought about hunting then I thought I saw a large flightless bird and said "I think I'll hunt quail. Ha yeah I'll hunt quail!" It seemed funny to me given how small and the birds are and can't even fly. When I came to a large earthen wall, like the kind made out of mud bricks with mud pasted over it. I hopped up on the wall and yelled mockingly "I will have a quail!"
Coming down off the way I saw it was some kind of enclosure and where I was at was the corner of the enclosure and the walls when far off into the distance. I saw a crack in the ground here which I didn't want to fall into. I went out into what looked like an African Savannah. There was a side of the enclosure that was for people where no animals were. I walked quite a bit looking at the grasses till I came upon a place that's like the diners they have at zoos so you can wash up and eat.
Standing outside the diner where some people I knew, they had been waiting. We said hello and talked a bit and I stuck close to the attractive short haired brunette. She was a little surprised by this. I showed her into the diner and she was surprised by this too. Then we sat at a small metallic table and I asked her how she was. She knew what I was going to ask and said "OK" before I even finished. I thought of something to say quickly, "So hows... your wor" "Great... yep." she said looking awkward. I didn't know what to say she kept cutting off my thoughts. We sat in silence for a minute. "Well don't let me keep you." I said abruptly. "oh Thanks" she said with a half smile and got up. "let me see you out."
Instantly I was back at the place I came into the enclosure. This time I remembered not only the first time I had been here before but there were other times I had been here. Excited, I ran out into the Savannah with the animals. I ran besides gazelles and saw giraffes and other animals off in the distance. I saw a lion and was afraid if I looked at him he may come over to me so I kept running and ran next long hill on the human side of the enclosure. After a bit I knew I was coming to the same diner area as before but this time I saw only 2 of my friends from before and the short haired girl was gone, and, this time I saw the 2 a little before the diner area too. "hey guys" I said, they waved a bit. They were saying something like "are you having fun" and I saw the short haired girl come out of the mist that was forming and she said "Well if its not the stud!" This was a bit of a surprise and I wasn't sure she was talking to or about me, I even thought it may mean my fly is open! I looked down at my fly area and saw I was squeezing an orange stress ball but that was it. I started feeling a little shy and silly about that as she said hello to the others.
The short haired girl and I walked off so she could leave and we could say good bye. We came to a train and we said some good byes but then there was a staircase going up that had a lot of people on it and I just had to see what this was all about. We walked up it into a big long line going into a warehouse looking building. The line wound around several staircases and a girl managing the line at the top said "everyone over here move over!" We moved over into the line nearer the door. I remembered this was a large paintball shooting fest going on inside from the last time I was here.
Woke wrote down key elements.

Dream 2: The Shape
nonlucid
Some friends and I were outside a dept store in the parking lot and 2 guys who had just participated in a competition came walking towards us. One was the winner and he held a blue wire cube on a black little board as he grinned. The other guy sadly through his thing on the ground. I picked it up and looked at it, it was called The Shape and was a fluid that could change into many different shapes just by thinking it and on its own. It was like it was a part of my hand I could feel it moving into links and then tiny ropes. We when into a grocery store and the Shape as I was looking at it in my hand climbed onto a light fixture and was making all kinds of funny shapes.
This is when I remembered this dream before. The last time The Shape went up into the lights and I became frightened that the shape was going to kill everyone and ran out of the store.
Remembered this and forgot this repeatedly throughout the day.

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1/1/11
Dream while siting in front of the TV (max 3 min).

I am talking to this guy that seems like a manager or something, he has this clipboard and is saying something. My hair is very wet like I just came in from the pouring rain and the water in my hair is dripping down between my eyes with hair washed down with it. I push the hair back up to get the water away from my eyes but then realize like "What? How can my hand be here? I am napping in front of the TV I can feel my hand at my side. " Standing there feeling the dream self I also felt my body and my feet up on the ottoman. "I am standing dripping wet here in a known dream and yet I am napping in front of the TV which I can still hear!" It was very weird being fully in 2 places at the same time. The guy that was talking to me looked at me like "whats happening to you?" The sheer weirdness of it all woke me up.

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In order to encourage better dream events I have only been journalizing memorable dreams and these two sure count. Only a few times (6 or less) have I been someone else, may be 3 where I have been the other gender (female) but this is the first time I have switched gender in the dream and realized it while it was happening.

December 28 Morning.
Dream 1: Poison
I am in some sort of a science laboratory working with other people. We are talking about unimportant stuff when a guy walks in and I take him for being mean since he is looking hard and mean at our group. He just glares and then walks out. I abruptly leave the conversation and follow the guy down the elevated walkway in a cool looking scientific type building. He walks into an office and I wait and then walk in after him but the secretary stops me. I tell her I have to see him but she says I need an appointment, while not even looking at me. I bend down and swing her chair so my face is over her shoulder where we are both looking away. I say sternly "look, unless you want what he has been using, I suggest you do as I say..." and I trail my fingers seductively over her face "I know you want to help me" and I brush her hair from her forehead and kiss her there. I thought about sex but this was no time for that, I was on a mission here. Then I stormed out of the office. I went to a indoor basketball court where there were a dozen little glass tubes with red or blue poison in them laying on the hardwood floor. The bad guy walked in after me and looked a bit angry and surprised. At this point I felt as though I was playing the part of a woman. I picked up one if the tiny glass tubes and threatened to break them all depriving him of his powerful poison unless he promises to stop using this poison. He looks calm and says "no" as if to say "go ahead break them all see if I care." So I start breaking them by smashing them on the floor. When I pick up the last one I say "this is it!" and I go to break it and he shouts "stop! ...ok."
We know what has to be done and I have to walk him to his firing and other stuff up stairs. Still playing the woman we are supposed to be a couple or so he wants to be and this is a great cover so that no one suspects anything and tries to free him from his fate. I roughly grab his hand and try to position it like a couple would have it. I know I am a guy but am playing this woman too, I feel I can do both and that this won't affect my male identity in the least, still it feels strange. He looks scared and is doomed, there's no way out for him now.
I wake not knowing what he had coming that was so bad. I committed it to memory.


Dream 2: The Between Worlds Family.

I drove up to a diner/small restaurant place with only 3 cars in the lot, "I wonder if it's open." It's cold outside and I marvel at how real this feels and how vivid the colors are. Inside there is a smell of cooking and food and the air is nice and warm. It is open and there are a few customers. Though I was not totally lucid I knew this was a dream place and there was little use of getting any food so I looked around for what to explore. A door in the ceiling seemed to beg me to explore it. Looking up at it I saw a staircase looking like it was partially matter, blinking on and off in a misty hazy form. Naturally I walked up it into an attic. It was dark and its floor had no flooring just insulation between the boards but then I saw some flash of something. I looked harder and saw a flash of a floor, of a room. I walked up into the dark attic fully to investigate this. Walls started to flash into reality then I concentrated and focused on these things flashing into existence. The place started to take shape, whole rooms showed up, well lit with furniture, hardwood floors with rugs and carpeting. Then a humanoid shape started to flash in front of me. It was a little scary for a second. I focused on it but it had walked off. I went in the empty attic to where it was going and tried to focus and then a room appeared in ghostly flashes and in it a father, the mom, and a young boy. They knew I was there and wanted something from me. "What could they want from me, how can they even see me?" The man approached in his ghostly form "We want you to know we exist." I felt sorry for them, unseen and a little fearful. I thought about why they were up here and I heard "Because they are down there," being that there was too much going on down stairs that they didn't want to live with. They had a little home up here above the diner but it was unseeable to the people down there and the family seemed afraid the diner would come up into their living space and thus push them out. I felt sorry for the family and floated down through the ghostly floor and the diners ceiling into the dinner and out the front door.
It felt goo to be away from that partially real/unreal/between worlds home/attic, though as I stood in the parking lot I remembered being here before but it went a little differently. The first time I had seen some shapes and a ghostly form and got spooked and left.
I forgot to to commit this to memory and recalled this during the first posting above. I was just too sleepy to record this dream in any way at the time.

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I have been doing some soul searching with my dreams and it seems to have been working with my dreams changing from me walking around aimlessly and alone to me involved in situations and always around people.

Dec 22, 2010
Dogs and People
Partially lucid
I have been exploring around a city to see its crime ridden side but after seeing one lone heroin junky and how he was more frightened of me, I decided to go back to my car. I knew I was in a dream and could lurk around the alleyways unharmed but also thought I had a car parked somewhere.
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On my way back up the city was a vicious dog looking like he was going to attack. I did what I usually do and flew above him about 7 feet up but found it hard to get any higher. The dog lunged at me and I easily hit him in the forehead with my fist. I was surprised how real he felt against my fist. He still looked threatening though and since I couldn't get much height I dematerialized, so much at first the city started to fade but I pulled back a bit and was cloud-like but I could still see the city. I tried not to look at the dog just in case it was a replicant I didn't want to give it more power. The dog jumped at me again but this time I felt it pass through my abdomen and left arm. It stood at the side of the road looking at me quizzically.
Once back in the town square there was a market. I landed and rematerialized and looked around to see if my car was nearby. Then a guy came up next to me also looking for his car I thought. He had a lot of clothes on and a blanket over himself like it was a scarf. He seemed like a pleasant black man but was very worried. A woman came up to us complaining about where their car was and I said "especially the way they aggressively ticket here." She said "I know right!" in a loud new york Hispanic accent way which startled me as I was going to say something else and I thought she was a replicant. Replicants always do what you expect them to do and that was unexpected.
I woke and committed it to memory.


Dec 23, 2010
Campus and Girl
Became more lucid as dream continued.
There was a lot of me exploring a baseball field in a school's play area. Soon I felt like I was a kid again and got on a tiny van bus. My mind though was not a kids, just my body. The bus drove around for a bit and I got bored and told the driver "let me off here." He was angered that a kid would talk to him like that, "hey you sit there and behave!" I was lucid enough to know I was invulnerable and now I was angry so I started to throw stuff off the bus out the window. He yelled "THATS IT!" and turned the bus around but it was one of those places you cant just turn around in, that you have to make a lot of lefts before you get back to where you want. So while he had stopped at a light I opened the sliding door quietly and walked out. The bus drove off with the door open and I crossed the street to the other side being that there was a park over there.
Once in the park I took off my shoes so that if school officials came looking for me they wouldn't notice me(?) [Hey at least its more than what Superman did for his disguise]. When my feet touched the ground I felt how real the ground felt, there was texture and temperature and I could even feel my socks over it all. This boosted my lucidity and I began hearing and feeling the thoughts and emotions of everyone nearby. It was very intrusive upon my own mind and I manged to block most of it out, I couldn't think with everyone else's thoughts in my head. Thats when I felt the place and it felt like a college campus. I followed this place's strongest feeling about this to a building to my right. There were a lot of 20 somethings sitting around studying and a few discussing things. Distance didn't matter, if I looked at them I could hear/feel what they were thinking making it hard to stay focused. A guy leaned out of a window and yelled that he was looking for students to help in his office with some light work and some light lunch would compensate for payment. I wondered where this was supposed to be and "Berkley" came to me but this was way too obvious a dream environment to ever be physical.
I walked into the building and looked in rooms till I saw a TV on in one of them and entered. There was a white blond girl of 20 or so explaining to two Hispanic guys, that just wanted to watch TV, about the paper that they had due. I got a picture in my mind about this paper after I took a seat on the sofa with the 2 guys, it looked long and they had few ideas put to paper. "Come on guuuuys we can do this!" the girl said like a cheerleader of this paper. I thought she was pretty cute so I watched her talk a bit. She smiled at me and said to all of us "big hug!" And she hugged the 2 guys and he arm came around to me to. I felt she was touching me on purpose but couldn't think of any way to reciprocate. Then she leaned near me and, as if not noticing, pressed her elbow into my privates area which did feel good. At this point I thought "oh, its on now!"
Woke up "ah crap..."

A whole LOT of dream time this night, maybe 3 hours. I got to sleep on time but was tired.

I also think my dreams have been influenced by the news events lately, I have to stop watching the news...

Dream 1 : Teaching My Dog and Cat to Hunt.
Nonlucid
I was out in my backyard and the dog and cat were back there sniffing the ground and stuff as usual but then I saw there was a rabbit between them but they didn't seem to see it! I ran out into the yard and called them over to the rabbit and said "go get it!" a few times. After a bit they got the idea and started to chase it. They caught it and just stood there with their heads down like they were biting at it or something.

Dream 2 : Pink Shirts and Bomb Making
This is a very long dream which I will shorten to get to the best parts.
Partial lucidity
I was coming out from an alleyway and there were a lot of shops here along the street but they were closed and had a strange chain-link type of fencing over them. It was on a small hill and i walked down the hill to a parking lot where it leveled off. I looked at some of the cars here and then an old Italian American type guy came up to me and started asking things about my interest in the car. I was not at all interested in him OR the car and said "no thanks" and walked off.
There was a shop nearby which I walked into and people were sorting electrical stuff from these hand sized bins. I walked around pretending I worked there but really just exploring.
Then I noticed this guy on a step ladder had a pink shirt and black tie. I was taken back by that, and though I said nothing, they heard my thoughts. The guy with the pink shirt looked down at his shirt and looked annoyed and then somehow ripped his shirt off single-handedly tie and all. Then I saw three more guys behind him, also wearing the same things, do the same.
As I walked around I watched them all working but one guy seemed to be sneaky and I thought he was trying to put together parts to make a bomb. I followed him to his work station but the parts there could never make anything much less a bomb.

Dream 3: Taking Down the School
Lucidity was maybe 80%. I knew it was a dream but my mind was not focused clearly.
I found myself in a school. At first I was not sure where I was and had to walk around to get a feel for the place. Every place has a feel for what it is. I was in a middle school office. It was a large office with a big section for seating and kids to play on the floor. A couple of middle schoolers sat in the seats while about 4 younger kids played on the floor. I walked around and got a feeling there was a hostage situation. I didn't get how that could be, the dream world almost never has a staged one time event like that, usually ongoing events that anyone can join at any time and fit right in. Still no one was leaving the school at all so I decided to take a look around.
While contemplating what I wanted to seem like (whether I wanted people to see me as a teacher, school administration, a visitor, or even a student) two boys walked by with one hanging onto the hoody of the one in front of him trying to walk away. Bullying! I stepped out the door and said "You two! In here." and they meekly walked inside the office area. Another office woman came up behind me and said "thanks" smiling. I could feel that she thought I was a teacher so I figured that's what I'll be.
I walked around and around, through halls and rooms, sometime they paid me attention sometimes not but no one seemed to feel like there were hostages anywhere so I took the long walk back up to the front of the school. I sat in a office across the way with those window-walls where the top is glass and the bottom is a very short wall. I thought if I could make all the windows break then everyone would have a reason to leave and then at least if there was a danger they would be safe. I used my telekinesis to pull on the windows but they didn't break or even rattle. This was really weird, actually impossible, how come the windows were resisting my powers without even trying? So I tried again even harder this time, still nothing. Then I noticed there was a door, and part of its doorway, that had warped towards me. No one noticed the door or my gesturing, I needed to do more, much more. I pulled hard on the door and everything around it, then looked. The door was way out of shape and the ceiling was bending down and towards me and still no one was noticing me as I sat amongst other people in this office. I went all out, using two hands I telekinetically pulled a huge amount of the building, bringing the ceiling way over and half the school and it was beginning to look like it may collapse as there were snapping and cracking noises! I didn't want to become a victim of my own success so this damage would have to do but no one noticed a thing. This is not strange since dreamers usually don't notice anything is strange till they wake up, just last night I dremn't of serving lunch in a shoe and thought nothing about it. I would have to start something, so I got up and said "We have to leave!" while thinking about the ceiling caving in. Three people noticed me and turned their heads as I spoke. They started leaving and then other followed them, we were all headed out! I held back from the doors a bit, the trouble makers should not be the first one out. I just thought they might know me or what I did; when your lucid you find it hard to think that others are not. On my way out the door I tried to hold the door for others but there were people who felt they were in charge doing that and the administrative type holding the door didn't let me hold it so I walked with the others. Everyone was grouping up outside like during a fire drill which is what it felt like and I felt that most people thought it was. I stood by a couple of women at the far end of the school and feeling pretty good about my mass exit I decided to say "wow they did a great job [getting everyone out] didn't they?" They agreed and one woman in a slight German accent said "yes." I looked at the side of the school and it was straight not bent over like I thought it should be.

Lucid
Dream1: Uncles Will
I become aware that I am in someones driveway standing next to an old white car (1970's type maybe). I've never seen this house or car before. A man comes to me and starts talking. I really don't care because although he may look like my uncle he's more than likely just a dreamer* and besides the dream world is much more interesting. He continues to talk to me as I pay him no attention and start exploring. I see some potted plants and pick one up to take a closer look, some of these dream environments can be so intricate. It looks like a poorly taken care of bonsai tree with a pool of water in its pot. I look up across the back yard, beside us and the car, and wonder what it all looks like and then I fly up and very very slowly flying towards the street. As I do I look down, I'm not up too high at all and I take the planter I still have and pour the water down to the ground where this guy (still talking) and his stuff is. This is fascinating to see how I am flying, back to the sky face down, and the water falls down to the ground and splashes. My supposed uncle is not happy now and starts saying he is going to leave me out of his will and that I am not going to get this silver pitcher he has placed down onto the cement driveway. I get really angry at his cheap attempt to insult me and control me with these paltry trinkets. I fly down to the ground and go over to his little silver pitcher and say "you can take your pitcher" then I kick it into his car "and shove it up your ass!" He looks at me completely shocked, his eye wide and his mouth hanging open. I just stood there waiting for whatever he had to say to that.

Nonlucid
Dream 2 fragment: The 10 Story High School
I am running around in this huge HS. I've been here before and realize that I am not a student here but seem to have some important stuff to run around and do. My female friend (not from real life) tries to keep up with me as I run around trying to figure something out. Its hard for her to keep up since I am the only one flying or sliding down stair handrails (the school is very crowded and it seems everyone is ALWAYS on their way to class so I use the handrails as a short cut).
I've been to this school 4 times before but in the past it was much more detailed and partially lucid.


During a nap today (45 min).
I had 2 dreams both nonlucid and both as if I was viewing a TV show.

Dream 3: After School Show
It was a crappy kids show where the actors are lame and so's the acting. I wished it was over and the ending came as they all came together and sang a lame ending song about how they all get along and play fair. I marveled at how 28 year olds could play 16 year olds and still be on TV every day.

Dream 4: Cooking Show & Shoes
This was a cooking show like Rachel Ray but for kids with the same "its a cooking show but we do a lot of non-cooking things too" theme. The girls on the show where preparing lunch which for each of them (4) was different. The leader of the show then said "now lets use our place-mats!" They then put their bowls and cups into the foot hole in shoes! Each shoe pointed in the other direction but side by side with the food sticking out of the shoe or ever fluffy bedroom slippers. They then carried them from the kitchen to the circular table.
I woke and was like "wtf?" Not only were the shoe place-mats weird but the fact that I didn't think it was weird in the dream!


* I refer to DC's as dreamers a lot because I see them as people dreaming wondering the dream world. They act out living at home, being at work, or whatever they usually do. These dreamers are different than what I call "replicants" these are characters created by my mind and are linked to me by my attention. The difference is one is a real person sleeping at home and the other is a drem't up facsimile of a person, animal, or thing. I can sometimes feel the difference between them but the real test is to take your attention away from them completely and then see if they are still there. If they are gone they were a replicant. This has helped me a lot since I would always wined up looking for something I just had since as soon as I took my attention away it was not there any more.

Dreamers can vanish as well but usually under extreme emotional stress. Rarely I have caught them vanishing while interacting with them but just before they do they stop talking, or whatever, and look like they have just remembered something. The next instant they are not there. There's no "poof" or nothing just vacancy. It's a bit of a shock to NOT see someone in an instant.

Making these posts online has helped my dream activity but tonight was the exception, though not totally boring. They can't all be gems I guess.


Dream 1: The Loading Docks
I was outside and I came to a building I recognized from a previous dream and entered this huge loading dock for the larger truck types. There were maybe 15 or 20 loading bays for trucks to pull up and unload, which made for a very long warehouse. This time there were only a few people milling around, not working. I assumed they were dreamers dreaming of their work conditions and started to explore. The place was huge beyond anything I have ever heard or seen and it was so huge that it killed any desire for me to survey trillions of crates piled high with boxes. So I started to do some jumps and flips (which are really short flights).
I imagined having a light-saber and then I did (the two sided type) and an opponent appeared also with a light-saber. I knew this opponent was just a replicant (a self created dream character tied to my mind for its continued existence). I spared with it a little doing some really cool in-air flips and jumps in a small mock fight. It was a little like the Matrix meets Star Wars. The replicant did not attack because I wanted to do all the moves myself, I wanted to feel the feeling of spinning through the air and coming down to the ground with a mean clash of our sabers! It was pretty cool. After I got my fill I smiled to myself, looked around at the boring warehouse and intended to leave the dream.
I awoke a bit but didn't think it was important enough to write down.

Dream 2: Warehouse #2
Finding myself in yet another drab warehouse got me pissed off. This one was different being much darker and much smaller and had guys working hard loading the one truck and there was an actual staff doing different jobs as well. "More dreamers toiling away." Not only all this but after a few minutes I could feel the radiation (telepathic emotions) of the supervisor, who was operating a forklift, and he was hating me for not helping out like I was lazy! There was NO WAY I was going to work at this crappy-assed job while I am SLEEPING! So I milled around a bit to get him off my case, I didn't want him to create a scene. I made like I worked there and people started to say "hey" or nod their heads to me as I walked, up an aisle, by their work stations. They were assembling some electronic equipment parts in little spaces under the large metallic shelving and each station had one florescent light above. It reminded me of a place I had visited before but I could feel the place's vibe and it was different so I continued walking. I walked up to a lady assembling something at a workstation at the end, and blocking the end a bit, of the aisle I was walking up. There were some cables on the floor and when I paused to step over them she said hello. I nodded a curt hello and stepped over the cables and other assorted junk to get beyond her station. I did npt want to be nice to anyone lest they pull me into their dream activities. One moment your saying hello and the next your lucidity is gone and your doing things you had no intention of doing, the dreamers can pull me into their illusion the more I interact with them I have found. There was a long aisle beyond her station but with no people in it, just boxes and metallic shelving.
Awoke a little angry at the tedium of my nighttime activities but to be fair I had not gone to bed soon enough and was letting fate, or whatever, pick the places I was in.

The second night I have seen results from posting here. Things are happening more in my dreams because of my new interest and postings.

Dream 1: Dream Meets Lucidity
As usual I am walking around but then I see some people that like they are playing some kind of shoot'm up game. There are some big chubby guys dressed in those brown sheriff uniforms ducking behind those huge metal shipping containers. There were also girls doing the same thing on the other side of the lot this was all in but the girls were in black bikinis. This looked like fun so I ran up into a warehouse and up to the second level to have a good view. When I thought about doing some shooting a gun was provided as pictured here
I am usually lucid to some degree and that was true now as well. The gun I held was all too real. I held it up and looked at it and felt how heavy it felt, heavier than I thought, this was a serious weapon. I cocked it open and took a look at the bullet from the chamber, and knew just how much damage this slug could do. When I thought about shooting those girls with this gun it made me sick. I no longer wanted to be in this dream.

Dream 2: Daddy Long Legs!
I was over a friends house (they haven't lived there in ages) and was happy to see all the same faces from so long ago again. They all looked so young again! Before I could enjoy my reminiscing 2 women knocked at the front door which I was standing next to so I opened the door and said hello. I have never seen these people before and this little side matter was sapping my lucidity but I wanted to see what they wanted. "Would you like to see some of our samples?" the younger woman said. "Sure" I said half heartedly. They held up a brown paper bag with some little boxes in it. I reached in and a daddy long legs spider got on my hand. They are harmless but still they feel creepy, so I said "Daddy long legs...." to tell them I got one on me and to help knock it off but they just went on explaining what they had. The spider crawled up my arm and as I was saying "Daddy long legs!" again and again as it ran up my back and down my shorts!
I woke up and could still feel that creepy feel their feet give you on my butt! I laughed at the silliness of the whole thing and wrote down dream 1 and 2.

Dream 3: Time Travel Over Florida
I was seeing a view of Florida from about 100 miles up, I could clearly see the coastline of it and a few other states. Still this was Florida 125,000 years ago as said the small sign/scroll on the state it said 125k. As in this picture the state is huge and more much fatter. I moved in hoping to go down and explore but as I did the time on the scroll started to fall and the states shorelines moved in quickly. I a few seconds Florida looked like it does now and the counter reached 0 and disappeared, then I understood that I was moving in the direction of the future. As I moved closer the states borders shrank till it got so small it was mostly a thin needle of a state that then shrank back into the continent leaving behind the longest line of beautiful coral reefs. These reefs stretched from the continent to down around the everglades and I got a sense they are one of the jewels of the Earth (125,000 years from now) and that there was so much different and wonderful aquatic life down there. In some way I wondered if I should be feeling sad for all that human stuff that was down there being lost but I did not at all, not one bit. I was now over the reefs and I marveled at how beautiful they looked.
I immediately woke up to write this down but was so tired that I took the chancy path of recording it to memory instead. I'm lucky to remember this at all I guess.