false awakening

Lol, so... bad bad night's sleep. It got so hot and humid and I woke up at 4:30 sweating my tuchis off. I didn't finally get back to sleep until everyone was gone and then some, maybe 8am. The dogs barked a couple times because it was windy, so it kept waking me up. One time, they barked and I thought "Oh shit, someone's trying to break in." I thought that because we really did get 3 bikes stolen recently. I was really really drowsy when they barked that last time, and I started to drift off.

Then they barked again, and I thought it sounded like they wre barking at the front door, like they do when Danny comes home. He left for work at 6am, so I thought maybe they sent him home for some reason. I heard the bedroom door open, and Danny said something. I tried to speak to him, I think I tried to ask him "Oh did they send you home?" But my voice was paralyzed. I managed to wake up, look up, and saw no one. Then I fell right back to sleep, and I could hear Danny say something again. He even lifted the covers on his side of the bed, and I thought he got in. Then I woke up again and he wasn't there. I gotta be HELLA-tired to get FA's like that haha!

Later on I woke up, still super tired, and I rolled over on my tummy which is more comfortable for falling back to sleep. I felt some vibrations, but instead of the nice, calm vibrations I had recently gotten used to, I felt the demon again. So I knew a lucid dream had started, or physical HH, take your pick. He climbed on my back, clasped my hands in his, and held me down, just like in the good ol' days. It was the grouchy one again, because when I tried to move, he growled like a dog. I tried to free my hands, mroe pressure and more growling. Mind you all, I know this isn't real, so I'm nto scared, just annoyed. At this point I could usually wriggle free and start an LD, maybe after sexing or slapping the guy, or both. But he was really strong. So I stretched my arms out, and did like an airplane move, more growling. I tried to reason with him, like oreo told me that last time (which worked the last time!), but my voice was paralyzed again. I even lifted my right hand to my mouth, and nibbled on his fingers haha. I admit I was having fun, but I wanted to LD! I was finally able to do the roll-out-of-bed technique, and it worked. Kinda. I rolled off the bed, and was falling a while without ever hitting a floor, Dumbass growling the whole way, and I either went nonlucid or just back into hard sleep, can't remember.

We love you when you're maaaaaaaaaad!

Meanwhile, in High School (6:59)

I'm sitting at a table in a room filled with tables, working on an assignment, when I see someone out of the corner of my eye. It's my mom, sitting at another table, trying to catch my attention by waving something. Exasperated, I acknowledge her, but she wants to start a full blown conversation. I pack up my things and say, apologetically, that "I just can't right now." Predictably, Mom gets furious. I walk over to her table (Dad's there too) and try to explain that I'm old enough now that she can't expect me to share every detail of my life with her. My voice sounds like maybe I'm about to start crying. Nothing doing, though. Looks like I'll have to pack my own lunch and find my own way to school, today.

I go back downstairs and check the time. It's later than I thought! Forget packing a lunch, I'll barely have time to shower and get dressed. I also think I should do my laundry, but when I look into the basket, I realize that I have more clean clothes than I thought. No need to bother, then. But later, when I actually go to choose an outfit, I have trouble finding clean shorts. I'll have to do my laundry tomorrow, which will be harder since it's a weekday and I'll be busy.

Dad drives me to school. I'm sitting all the way in the back of the car, and I'm surprised to see some orange traffic cones passing by my window. Some road work near the left turn just before the high school's parking lot. Looks like Dad's doing what he's supposed to be doing.

I take a seat in the classroom. I've decided that while I'm back home, I may as well sit in on some Spanish classes at my old high school to get in some extra practice. The teacher, a dark-haired man, begins the class by introducing himself and explaining about the course textbooks. Apparently he wrote one of them--part of a series of textbooks on a variety of subjects, all published in the same format but written by various guest authors. At one point, the teacher switches to English for a bit. His accent is kind of cute. Then we go around the class and introduce ourselves. I don't know anyone there, obviously. When it comes to be my turn, I explain that I'm actually a college student. There's something of a commotion from another student in the class, and I wonder if maybe he's doing the same thing as I am and I should have recognized him? That would be embarrassing.

At one point, the teacher's been talking about something, and he asks the class which of us consider ourselves to be "a member of that crowd?" I'm one of the few who raises a hand. A few minutes later, I realize that he might have been asking which of us have had sex, but with so much circumlocution that I didn't realize it at the time. Oops. Well, if so, I'm sorry for misrepresenting myself, but there's not much I can do about it now. Besides, I'm in college, they'll have expected it of me, anyway.

The teacher starts a presentation, and everyone puts away their drinks. Except one is still on the table, and one of the students accidentally knocks it over, spilling soda pop everywhere. The teacher interrupts his lecture to go find cleaning supplies, and I try to help out by mopping up some with a napkin. I hope that my helpfulness is a mark of being more mature than the majority of students in the classroom. But the teacher holds out his hand to throw away the napkin for me, and I let him take it, even though it sort of undermines what I was doing. Anyway, the napkin wasn't very absorbent, so now there's pop on my hands. I need to find a sink. I find one in the hall only a few feet away from the classroom.

A lot of the students are handing out out here until the presentation starts again. I look around and see an office whose name plaque carries a very strange title. I wonder if high schools can hire people to do things as strange as that because they're government-funded. Someone walks past me and into the office, and I wonder. I also talk to one of the students outside. They tell me they wanted to go to the big concert today, because it featured a big presentation about Mormonism. I had heard about the concert, but I didn't know it was about Mormonism, and now I'm kind of sad I missed it, too. [IRL: The concert is this afternoon, and it has nothing to do with Mormonism.]

When we go back into the classroom, there's a stage at one end, complete with curtains and a podium. A man at the podium tells us that as a surprise, Mitt Romney has come with his campaign team to give a presentation. After this introduction, a few people walk out on stage. I'm not sure which one is Romney [although IRL obvs I know what he looks like], and the introduction kind of trailed off, so it's not surprising that the applause is slow to start. It's also very quiet, and peters out quickly. One of the campaign people says "Wow," loudly and sarcastically. Well, I'm not sure what Romney expected. We're mostly Democrats here at my university.

They launch into the presentation, which is an animated, rhetorical speech delivered while the campaigners circle and crisscross the room, making sure to invite each audience member personally to agree with what they're saying. It makes me feel a bit uncomfortable. Somewhere, I've found a pillow, and I clutch it to my stomach like it's some kind of security blanket. I stare at the floor, only half listening. I feel like I've read this argument before, somewhere, anyway. Something about how the Democrats are trying to convince you not to vote Republican because of what the Republicans /won't/ do, but when election day comes, you need to vote based on what /will/ happen. And so on. One of the campaigners notices my aloofness, so he gets up in my face and tries to engage me by giving me a manly punch on the shoulder. I look at him expressionlessly and say in a carefully controlled voice, "Please don't do that again." The man puts on a mock-surprised face and looks around at people nearby as if to invite them to start bullying me, but in the end he just leaves.

From behind, a woman crooks an elbow around my neck and good-naturedly shakes me a bit. Addressing herself to someone I can't see, she asks, "Is this called 'egging?'" (as in, "egging someone on"). Ah, so she's playfully imitating the campaigner. The person says yes, it is, so she laughs and releases her hold on my neck. Pressing herself against my side, she murmurs, "There's someone touching you right now, and you don't seem to mind." Bemused, I try to think of a socially proper way to respond that it's okay because she's a woman. But before I can, she lets go of me, and I can finally turn to get a good look at her. To my delight, I definitely recognize her from somewhere. While I'm snapping my fingers and trying to place where that was, she just introduces herself again as [XXXX]. Surprised, I tell her I remember her as a campaign assistant for [XXXX]. She laughs and says no, then dances off to the other side of the room with another girl. I'm reminded of the friendship between Meekakitty and Nanalew. Suddenly, the dream ends, and I wake up. For a moment, I think that it's only been about two and a half hours since I fell asleep. But that must have been a FA, because it was more like six and a half.

Supermarket (8:15) (LUCID)

I'm in a supermarket, and at some level I'm aware that this is a dream. As I walk through the crowded checkout lanes, I look closely at all of the faces that I pass. Each one is unique and distinctive and interesting, and I wonder whether they all come from people I passed on the street in waking life. I read somewhere on a forum that that's where they come from. The dream seems pretty stable, but I feel compelled to keep moving, or else it will fall apart. I walk up to a cashier and ask her for the credit card that a customer just gave to her. "Sure, one moment," she says, and then she hands me something, but it's not a credit card. I leave the checkout lanes and continue through the store. It crosses my mind that this counts as a lucid dream. Cool; I haven't had one of those in a while.

I decide to call Mom on my cell phone. I worry that maybe I'm actually sleep-calling her in waking life, too, so I try to think of conversation topics that wouldn't sound too bizarre. Meanwhile, I'm still walking quickly down one side of the store, looking around at everything. The store's wide entrance is coming up on my left. I can't think of anything else to talk about, and Mom seems more confused than anything, so I just say goodbye to her and hang up. I leave the store.

Somebody's angry at me for turning out into the road in front of him, but I'm sure I wouldn't have done it close enough that you would actually call it "cutting him off." I decide to play out the scenario to see what actually happened. I get in the car and start driving toward the hilltop road that passes near the supermarket's parking lot. Indeed, there's almost a solid line of cars coming that direction, with one little space in the middle that perhaps I could grab if I timed it right. But there's something strange about the road configuration that makes me think I wouldn't be able to accelerate quickly enough to avoid pissing someone off. Okay, better to avoid that.

I stop the car and get out. There's a mid-sized lake to the right of the road with a big yacht anchored near the shore. A bunch of sailors are walking around over there, presumably on shore leave. I start walking along the narrow path between the lake and the side of the supermarket, going over to see what's going on. But then one of the sailors starts walking along the path toward me, shouting something about me not being allowed to come this way. An irritating fellow, but only doing his job, I suppose.

I keep walking, but suddenly I need to poop. I remember how in the past this has always made me panic and wake up, only to find that I didn't have to use the bathroom at all. Well, I know better, now, so I'll just go to the bathroom in the dream. I squat in the middle of a grassy lawn and start doing my business. The sailor is still walking towards me and shouting, so I interrupt him to warn him that even though I've avoided behaving "beaverishly," if he keeps it up, I may have to. (Apparently, in this situation, "behaving beaverishly" means that I'll strip totally naked just to annoy him even more.) Going to the bathroom is taking a long time. Some of the sailors are running close nearby. I hope for their sake that they don't accidentally step in any of the poop. The sailor still won't leave me alone, so I carry out my threat by pulling my T-shirt over my head. This makes my vision go completely black. Oh, darn.

I wake up to a confusion of covers. After a moment, I figure out that somehow I've come into a squatting position. Uh oh. Looking down, I see that my worst fears have come true--there's quite a bit of poop on my covers. Despairingly, I try to wrap up some of it using the sheets, but it's not enough. This will be hard to deal with. Then it occurs to me that there's something distinctly nightmarish about this situation, and I tell myself exasperatedly, "Come on, wake up for real." And I do. [No, I never did have to go to the bathroom. Why my dreams always do this to me, I don't know.]

Pop Quiz (9:42) (LUCID)

A smart math major I know is pacing the front of a classroom. He's quizzing me about details from my previous dreams tonight. I know I definitely missed a few when I wrote them in my dream journal, so this will be a perfect opportunity to recover them--my unconscious itself is telling me what they were! He mentions something about a homework assignment, and a few different people named Erik. [Ironically, I can't remember the details of these details.] It occurs to me to wonder if he's even telling the truth. I have no recollection of the events of which he speaks, so he could easily be inventing them, and I'd never know. Still, I wake up and write them in my dream journal. Only, it was a FA, and when I actually wake up, I can't really remember them any more.

These past couple of nights I have had dreams with depressing themes:
Death
Crime
Violence
Rape

Dream sign would have to be dead dogs... and a nearby town (the location of murders in my dreams)
I think I had a couple false awakenings, where I recount my dream and then wake up later without anything written in my dj

I had this very very vivid dream today,

I was someplace familiar which i do not recognize the more i try to remember it the more it becomes supernatural, like it was more of a place of an analogy anyways there is possibility of a war between us and russia and in that place i am, army tries to get men to enlist and get into war, i say no or i try to run away after i say yes i dont remember anyways i run away and find myself at a semi-abandoned city, i get into a market and directly take all lighter stuff(gasoline,lighters etc etc) thinking that most important thing is fire to survive
and after that i stay in some abandoned buildings lighting a fire during the night

( BTW i somehow realize that i am dreaming and i somehow,unconsciously direct the scenerio towards something i would like! i felt that even i was not lucid, i felt like this again in another dream last week or before)

i think i underestimated the quality of the reality of dreams, the physics of light, shadows, reflections and most of i could rememver/observe was very accurate and realistic

on second dream i saw my cousine, she was going to primary school, and she said she goes to another city everyday to go to school and there was some conversation

on third dream i was on facebook, unlike me i wrote "anyone to play x game?" and a girl which is quite distant to me even i try to be nice and friendly said "hahaha okay lets play" i kind of hated dreaming about pc, tech and facebook

on fourth dream i was with my brother on street we somehow found a gun and we were playing with it and there was a guy we didnt say "piss off" and he got spoiled, played with our ancient like gun, he fired it it was firing 4-5flaming burning red like iron balls just like guns of 200year ago anyways then he started to aim to a street cat i said hey dont do that cmon man and after that he aimed for someone i know(i dont remember who it waas maybe it was just dreamy feeling of i know hehe) and he fired, it hit fences of balcohony and i started to beat him,

like one of my nightmares i was so powerless so weak in my dreams though i beat im so hard i did it but it was challenging

So I went to bed with the intention of getting Lucid... And I sure did... Here's how my night went.

I was in a dream, doing something... Can't remember what, and I became Lucid. I can't remember what I did in this one, but I know I was definitely Lucid..
You'll see why I can't remember what I did in a second...

After about 5 mins of being Lucid, I woke up, then DEILD back into a dream, and became Lucid again... It was raining, and I lifted up my hands and changed it to be sunny.
Then I had an FA, and did a nose plug RC and became Lucid... again... Then I was at school, and was talking to some chicks, and I woke up...

At this point I was just lying there like, 'uh... ok, lets keep going!' (WBTB) So I went back to sleep with the intention of becoming Lucid again, and I did. Now I told my sister that we were dreaming, and then went and flew around for a bit... Then my lucidity faded, and I had an FA, did a Nose Plug RC and became Lucid again....
This red bit repeated over like, literally 7 times.... :/ So when I woke up I was just like "duh herp derp what just happened'...
xD

9-16-08

Lucid Dream:

I can't remember at what point I got lucid. I remember something about Ninja and how he made these cookies. They were yellow rectangular snicker doodles. And I wanted one. I had one in my hand, but before I could put it into my mouth I started to wake up.

I must have been somewhat lucid at this point because as I lay there trying not to wake up, my mind thought it remembered something that pj had written about concerning False Awakenings. I thought it had something to do with rolling out of bed and falling, but because you weren't really awake you wouldn't hit the floor, but then be able to fly and continue the dream.

In retrospect, I know realize that this is something my mind made up, but in the dream I really thought pj had come up with this idea. [Please correct me if this is really something I read here on this board.]

So I rolled out of bed, and sure enough, I started falling and not hitting the floor so I then started to fly. It had worked out perfectly. I suppose it is a pretty cool technique that I hope will work again for me.

I started flying over these tall trees in a neighborhood. I was having trouble with control. I could fly straight, but couldn't change direction quickly.

Finally I came to these really huge white barked trees that were supposedly on my street. I decided that I wanted to impress my neighbors so I flew to the place where the branches came out from the trunks which were at least twenty feel above the ground. I swung around on the branches for a while before dropping down to the ground.

There is a place here that gets fuzzy.

I think the next thing that happened is that I had climbed a telephone/power pole. On the pole was a little door. I opened it up and there were cookies. I stuffed thatm in my mouth. My friends, the Johnsons had supposedly made them. I think I saw MJ standing on the ground below.


Then I was in what was supposed to be my house. I went to the fridge and opened the door. I wanted to eat more cookies. I didn't see any, but I knew that I was capable to creating them. I shut the door and opened it again. There was now a stack on cookies. They were about 4 inches across and flat like pancakes. I picked up the stack and shoved the cookies all in my mouth in one huge bite. I chewed while I created another stack of cookies. I shoved them all in my mouth too. I did this seveal times. The cookies were soft and had chocolate chips. I binged and binged and couldn't seem to get enough.

Finally I stopped myself and thought about the tasks. Because this was an accidental DILD and not preplanned, I had not read over the tasks or thought about them . I tried to remember what they were. Finally my mind thought it knew what one was. I looked at my couch and saw a place where ketchup had spilled and had dried. I knew the task had to do with removing spots off furniture. I stared at the spot and concentrated. The spot of ketchup started to move. I could see it start to lift up off the couch. The place underneith was completely clean. I was proud of myself for being able to do that so nicely.

I then tried to think of another task. I couldn't remember what it was. I felt frustrated that I hadn't checked on what the tasks were. I laid down on the couch. Then suddenly I remembered the picture on the badge of the DV advanced task with the two people facing away from each other. I knew it had something to do with splitting my consciousness. I had no idea how to do it. I wasn't even going to attempt that one since it seemed weird to me. But since it was the only thing I remembered to do at this moment I decided to give it a try. I decided that part of me would stay right here on this couch, while part of me went somewhere else. I concentrated on this thought for a while, and nothing seemed to be happening. Then I noticed that I was aware of two things. I could feel my body still on the couch staring ahead. But another part of me was standing in the large room watching people on a stage. I watched them for a while until I finally woke up and decided to write the LD down.

3-15-08

I finally had a long enough lucid to do one of the Tasks this month.

Lucid Nap Dream:

I knew I was supposed to talk to NJ. The next thing I knew I was walking into her house without knocking. I called out for her. I looked down the hallway and saw her husband quickly shut one of the doors in the hallway.

I was suddenly motified that I had just walked into their house without knocking. I realized that S had to shut the door so I wouldn't wake up thier two year old son that I knew he had just gotten to sleep.

I saw N and apologized for walking into their house without knocking. That I had no idea what had come over me. I then asked her what she needed to talk to me about. I knew she had called me earlier saying that she needed to talk to me about something, but I no longer remembered what that was. She looked a little confused too and said that she didn't know either.

Suddenly a suspicion came over me. I wouldn't walk into anyone's house without knocking in real life.

I then said to N, "You know, I think this is a dream. In fact, I know this is a dream. Wanna come to the door and watch me fly?"

I opened the door and then flew out. I felt so good to finally be in a lucid dream again. It had been so long.

As soon as I thought this it all began to fade. I felt mad that it was all over already. Then I thought angrily to myself, "Every day on Dreamviews I give suggestions to the Newbies about extending their LDs and preventing things like this from happening. And I can't even keep it from happening to myself."

Then another thought suddenly hit me, "Why don't I actually try some of the things that I tell the Newbies to do?"

At this point most of the visual was gone, though not completely. And I felt somewhat aware of my physical body in bed. I decided to try the "rubbing my hands together" trick. I did and and felt a little worried that I was actually rubbing my real hands together in bed, because it really felt very real.

I then concentrated with the visual. I have noticed in the past when entering a dream it is often easier to just imagine the scenery passing me by, instead of making myself move through the scenery. So I was able to do this and everything became much more vivid again.

I continued to fly over the neighborhood. I moved my arms as I flew "Swimming" style. I still wondered if I was moving my arms in real life. I felt if I moved my hands lower that they would suddenly catch on the blankets. But then I moved my hands so they were moving below my body closer to my chest and stomach. They didn't catch on anything, so I knew that what felt so much like my physical body was once again just my dream body. (This isn't the first time I have thought I was moving my physical body, when it was only my dream body all along.)

I saw an interesting tree below. I flew up to it and over the top touching my hands all over the top as I flew. It looked like it was shaped as a topiary. It was either dead or dormant because the leaves were all brown and crunchy. But the tree was all filled in and very dense... and very round.

I flew around it again and this time put my hands on the top and tried to do a handstand. I tried it several times until I felt like I was completely straight. I balanced there for a bit enjoying the feeling of being upside down.

At that point I heard Mrs. Moore's voice from down below say, "Well, I've never seen anyone do that before." I knew that she knew that this was a lucid dream. But I understood her to mean that she had never seen someone do that in their lucid dream before.

I started to fly again. Twice more the dream started to fade and I was able to follow my own advice and bring it back. Each time I felt very close to losing the dream. So I was very proud of myself for getting it to continue. I really didn't want to lose lucidty yet. I needed to have the joy of having a long lucid again.

At that point it hit me that I really needed to try one of the Tasks of the Month since I hadn't had a chance to even try yet. My mind was blank for a moment as I tried to remember. The first one that I remembered was the "indestructable" task. I really didn't feel like doing that right now. I then remembered that the other one was to bring an inanimate object to life. I really wanted to do that one.

I looked down below and saw a front yard. In it was a lot of gravel. My first thought was that I would swoop down and fly really low and make the rocks come to life and run after me. That thought actually sounded very appealing to me, as I pictured the little rocks with little stick legs running down the street.

So I swooped down...but the rocks didn't follow me. I decided that I needed to put a little mor effort into it. I landed right in front of the yard. I took a good look at it. There were some dead looking bushes in a planter type area. There was also a plastic flamingo and a ceramic cat nestled in among the dead bushes. There were several choices here....

I wondered how I should try this. I then remembered that when I made the tree walk (as a past Task of the Month) that I had just looked at it with the expectation that it would walk. I had done nothing special. So I just stood there looking into the garden and waited.

I glanced over at the ceramic cat. It's eye suddenly blinked. So it would be the cat. I was thrilled that my mind was able to do this while I just stood there doing nothing.

I watched the cat. It started to walk over to me. I knelt down, and touched the cat. I could feel real fur. It was a small cat, white with black stripes. It looked up at me while I continued to pet it. It's fur was very short and somewhat think, almost like a stuffed animal. But it was very real, and it purred while I pet it.

And at that point I woke up.

Old LD from 1-26-08

Lucid dream 1:


I didn't quite WILD. But I drifted into a dream immediately. I was with my mom in the kitchen. She had her sewing maching on the table. I was talking to her, but I started to sense things were not right. I questioned it and realized that I was in a dream. I continued to watch my mom, she was jumping all around and acting like a kid. I wondered why I didn't pick up on the fact that it was a dream before this point.

I thought, "Now's the chance to do a lucid task of the month". I decided to start with the basic. I was about to ask her what my New Year's resolution should be....but then I "woke up."

It didn't take me long to realize that this was a False Awakening. I don't remember where I was, but the next thing I remember was that I was flying. I could see beautiful red cliffs all around me. I flew for a few minutes then I saw a guy on the ground. He was standing by a trailhead and reading a sign. I started to land by him. At first he seemed surprised to see me flying. But then he knodded as if figuring out that I was lucid dreaming. I reached out my hand and he started flying after me. He was in his twenties and had dark hair that was receding a little.

I could see the ocean in front of us. I flew over some hills and saw the land drop out from under me and I was now flying high over the beach and soon over the water. I started sinking a little and was slightly nervous that I was going to end up in the water. But then I had confidence that even though I'd go low that I would still stay above the water.

I looked behind me and saw that the guy didn't want to come over the water. I turned back and went to where he was standing. I then remembered to try the task again.

So I asked him what my New year's Resolution should be. I had no idea what he was going to say. I was very curious. He finally said to me, "Your New Year's Resolution....you should ratify your drinks."

I said, "What does that mean? And what do you mean by 'drinks'--I don't drink. I don't get it".

I wasn't really satisfied with that because I didn't understand it. So I looked around. I saw a boy with dark curly hair that looked about 12. I asked him what my N Y's resolution should be. But he wouldn't answer. Then for some strange reason I decided to kiss him (I have been doing that in LDs lately...age doesn't seem to matter...it's like I'm just curious to see what it's like to kiss dream people). But as I closed in he was like a ghost. I couldn't make contact.

So I went and found a group of little girls that looked about 6 years old. I asked them what my NYR should be. Then I felt I needed to clarify. I told them that NYRs would be things like, "I will exercise more regularly this year"...or "I will eat healthier" and things like that.


But then one of the girls started crying over something, and I went to comfort her. She looked like Lana from Smallville when she was little. I told her that she was a very beautiful little girl.

Late for School

I was going down a flight of stairs when I saw a girl sitting at the top on a ledge. I looked at her and told her she had nice -- but I only pointed to my lips to indicate I liked hers.

She said, "Lips?"

I nodded. She started talking, but I don't know what she said.
I went downstairs and started eating breakfast. I noticed I was late for school. It was 11:30 A.M. or so. I used to never be late or absent from school, but I was afraid that I would be in some sort of trouble for just staying out.

As I left, someone, maybe my mother, was yelling stuff to me that I didn't want to hear. I ran around a puddle. There was a mist in the air. It was raining a very large mist.

I realized I left my kids at the bus stop. I was horrified that I would leave them there alone. I told them to come on up to the house. It was my Dad's house. My wife came out and reprimanded me for leaving them out there without supervision, and for not giving them breakfast.

I felt so bad for having just eaten but I didn't give them anything to eat. They had an umbrella, but they were standing out in the rain waiting for a bus that they had already missed, and hadn't eaten breakfast. I felt horrible.

Fighting My Brother

My dick-ass brother was being a dick. He was laying out the rules for us fighting. We rarely actually fought, but we were about to.

He was saying, "If you punch me in the neck, I'm going to punch you in the neck. I can't wait for that." He was tall and thick. IWL he is very tall. I didn't care. I started throwing jabs.

He ran up the stairs so that I would follow. I decided not to play that game and waited down stairs. He came back down.

He's an asshole.

My brother the asshole.

Sorry, that wasn't dream. That part was a poem I just made up called, "My Brother Asshole."

Old Time Movies

I was watching some kind of black and white movies. Two old men were walking on lawn chairs floating in the water. The were connected by something in the middle, but the chairs broke away from the middle piece under their weight. They were in the Bahamas or something.

E-mail addresses from that era kept flashing. They were all numbers because they weren't as advanced as we are now.

Whisper Awake

IWL, my Custom Alarm was on.

I dreamed I was sleeping and trying to go back to sleep. I was trying to become lucid, so I didn't want to move. I dreamed someone said in a whisper, "I'm whispering. Can you respond?"

This scared me. It's a strange thing to say unless something is wrong, possibly with me. I woke up.

Messed Up Sexy Time

I walked into a restaurant and had a drink. There were two girls in separate beds close by. I was playing kind of cool. They may have asked my name, or maybe I offered. I told one my name and the first answered. I told the second my name, and she said her name was whatever her first name was, and said her last name was my last name. Well, that was all I needed to hear.

I got a good angle to look up her dress and she obliged. I tried to feel her up, but then just took off my pants. As I took off my pants, I realized that since I was dreaming, I should be able to pull them off by just pulling them through my legs. This thought was a byproduct of always having trouble getting my pants all the way off. I should have become lucid with that thought, but no.

I decided to get on this girl since my pants were mostly down. When I got back to her, she was turned backwards. I could still do her, but it would be uncomfortable, so I turned her around. Now she had a mans face. Shim still had the same body as before.

I tried to put it in shims vagina, and I said I would prefer if shim had the woman's face.

Damnit!

I got out of bed and looked out of the window. Some people were driving by the house, and I told them that my pops had already gone to the wake. The guy drove off, almost running into my ditch. I "went back to bed".

Woke up...there's a girl in my bed. She's about 5'3 110 black straight hair light skinned....black, small breasts...like an A cup, but booty for days! OH, and she's naked. I need to do this chick. She's sleep so i start sliding her up the bed towards me...okay maybe she's a 120 cause it's a little harder than expected. Once I pulled her up, she woke up. She started playing with me, and I tried to enter her...but it felt like I couldn't put it in! It was like she still had clothes on or something blocking it. Everything goes to black...and I can still feel her touching me as I try to insert my junk but it's a no go.

Woke up...headed outside. My brother was there. He's telling me how he found some liquor in my room, and he put it in the utility room. I was like "I might as well turn it up then. I was going to look for it, but I noticed the dryer was out on the carport. WTF....bro was acting weird too...doesn't ever curse and he was.....A hearse pulled up next door, and I guess they put the body of my friends dad in it.....but it was weird. They put him in on a stretcher, and the body was still moving. I've seen dead bodies before, and they always look like they're still breathing, but it was beyond that. His hands were moving, and he even braced himself when they slammed the stretcher in there. WTF...it's not even him. It's some lady.

I had a dream this morning that I was looking at sheet music. I turned the page, and the next page was what it should have been. I went back to the first page of the music, and it had turned into the page of a manga. "I must be dreaming," I said as I was suddenly snapped back to my bed. Unfortunately, I could feel my dream eyes closing, which meant I was waking up. I opened my eyes and realized I had woken up in sleep paralysis. I could move my fingers a little bit, but even that was really difficult. I knew it was important to stay calm, so I focused on keeping my breathing steady to keep myself calm. I figured I'd "wake up" from SP if I just stayed calm and kept my eyes open.

Then, I got the idea to use this as an opportunity for DEILD. I closed my eyes, hoping to transition back into a dream. Before long, my ears started ringing, which I'd heard was common during SP. It'd stop whenever I opened my eyes, though.

Eventually, I just woke up - for real - instead. I was pretty sure the SP had just been a dream because it had had that "hazy" feel to it, and I was also fairly certain I hadn't been holding my Link plushie, which I would've been holding if I was awake (though I can't say for certain that I wasn't, since I didn't look down at my hand and could barely move).

I soon fell asleep and had another dream. In this dream, an old lady who looked to be about 90 or 100 walked into a doctor's office, sat down on the chair, and said, "Goodbye, humans. I'm the president's own woman."

I had a nonlucid where Lance from work had a posh little shop in a richie mall. It was called "The Clinique Boutique". You needed an appointment to get in, but I managed to get a walk-in at the last minute. The store didn't look like a make-up store, rather a really pink, fluffy gay bedroom. But nice gay, like, expensive pink comforter from probably Neiman Marcus. So the way you bought make-up was to have this little consultation, sitting on the pink fluffy bed all school-girly like. He soaked me for $12 on a tiny jar of concealer.

And I swear to god I woke up to Danny humping the bed, then waking himself up and making a "Ahhhhhhh" sound. But he doesn't remember it. Maybe HH? Wouldn't be that weird if I just HHed it, kinda like a FA, but it really really seemed real. Lol. I've been laughing all day every time I think about it!

So I'm in a dry spell again, and this doesn't really look like the salvation but I was lucid nevertheless.

I woke up (in a totally different room than I ever woke up in before) and panicked because I slept over 12 hours (it was 19:45, so the math was legitimate), some undetailed stuff happened and then I suddenly got the though that this gotta be a dream. But just a second later a false awakening hits me, though I don't recall any details after that.

The dream starts as I'm in my room and I'm playing on a console connected to my TV. On the console I'm playing slender which apparently in my dream had been adapted for console. I think "this game isn't so scarey, I wont be scared that easily" not even more than a few second into the game just thinking about the possibility of being scared sets off my paranoia as has happened plenty of times in waking life when alone and in a dimly lit room. I turn off the game, the room is suddenly darker for the TV being off.

I have a false awakening and I'm in bed,I reach for my dimmer switch that I keep in my bed and hold in the button trying to brighten the lights. Of course it doesn't work. The switch is acting up, so I keep at it and eventually get it bright enough that I am satisfied with the brightness enough to get off the bed to turn on the main ceiling lights.

I get up and within the dream I hallucinate a man hanging upside down from the ceiling facing away from me. He's in black and white and seems to be sort of folded in on himself. To skinny even his head, and his shoulders are close together, his arms go into his waist from wrist down and doesn't have any visible hands. I'm having a hard time moving around at this point but I figure if I move I can break the hallucination, but as this was actually a dream it didn't break. I wasn't in a hypnogogic state as I believed in the dream. I bat at the man with my right hand and it goes through his head. He seems to flicker as if a horror movie effect from the Ring or something.

I walk past him and try to turn another light on. Again the light is acting up and I don't seem to notice that I'm in a different room then I was a second ago, then I am back where I was and try for the light I was originally going for. It too is acting up, but after a few flicking of the switch it finally turns on, but a bit dimmer than it should be.

I head for the stairs and find myself at the top not noticing within the dream the chronological gaps or being out of place suddenly from where I was. I hear something and as this point am pretty scared. I turn around and hear someone coming in through the backdoor in the basement. I turn around and look down the steps, they are shorter then they were before I went to go up them as they are in waking life. I bend my knees reading to pounce down the steps the moment I see the intruder and take them out, being confident at the time that the adrenaline would give me enough strength even if it was a larger man or two men about my size.

It's neither though and I don't have to pounce. It's my mom and a friend of hers I've never seen. My mom is in semi-Gothic makeup and clothing and her friend is in an outfit made of pleather. I'm relieved that it's not an intruder that I'd have to fight. I think I recall my mom saying something like what would you have done if it actually had been a intruder larger then myself. I replied saying that I think I would have been able to take them do to the adrenaline pumping through me at the moment.

I also think that later I should call the government and inform them an the hallucinations I was having, just having been evaluated since I have been applying for disability and not having any mention of the kind of hallucination I believed to be experiencing to the doctor who evaluated me.

I hop downstairs and we move to the other side of the basement. Never actually having moved through the door going to the other side of the basement I find myself there with them. It's no longer the basement and there is a fourth person with us. A very large muscular man. There is no instruction in any sense. He wasn't there and then he was,again not noticing the chronological gaps, talking to him as if he had been introduced earlier.

I hop where I'm going rather then walk, I hop very far on one stride and gravities effect on me seem to be less do to the adrenaline I believed to be pumping through me and this seems to make perfect sense at the time.

My mom and her friend make there way to a table the big guy ether falling behind or no longer existing in the dream since I stopped thinking about him. I make my way to a somewhat older looking elf with a monocle in a lawn chair. I see his deathly sick wife laying down a little bit away from where most of this was happening. I can't discern whether she is human or elf but it never occurred to me to wonder that in the dream anyway.

I seem to have vague memories of him and pose a question "what if a man could go back in time?". I ask this believing that it was in his power to travel with us in time, to save his wife. Although I don't believe that to be my true motive for trying to provoke him. He instantly reacts negatively, but then he seems to dualisticly hold a bit of a gollum-esk argument with himself without me having to throw much into the conversation. I notice that he has some small fangs as he speaks.

Likely my motivation for trying to provoke the fellow with the monocle into time travel was my belief that somehow I could attempt to attain immortality if I did travel in time with him.

I dreamt last night, that I and my brother somehow got trapped, and shortly after, I fell asleep and woke up in my old house, younger than I am now. I then explored the neighboorhood, and was lucid about it. It was very entertaining and magical.
Then I woke up in my current house, and I thought that I woke up for real. Wrong. Soon after I teleported myself (by thinking about it) back in time to my old house again, and this time I played basketball with some random bguys, then I explored my town, and went into different shops and met different people. Very interesting dream indeed.
It would ahve continued with me thinking that I woke up, if it hadn't been for my alarm clock. Unlucky me, for I would have loved for this dream to have continued ( I could probably have resummoned it, but I had to get up )