false awakening

Dream 1:

I had just gotten back from school. I was going to tell my friend a story from yesterday, but didn't get to for some reason. I messaged him on facebook what it was about.

Dream 2:

I'm in some sort of underground tunnel system. Or some could call it a "fairy cavern". There were about 10 other people there with me. We are riding something, I think it was a small, weird version of a horse. We're playing some sort of game, where we have to get to something first. If we got close enough to the roof, we would float. I found myself on a ledge and jumped, missed, tried again, and got it.

False Awakening:
I wake up in my bed. I get out. I look back down and I'm utterly terrified. It's filled with tons of termites and bug feces. I go yelling to my mom before I actually wake up.

Dream 3:

I'm laying in my bed. I have four pillows, each a different element. I was laying on the left side of my bed, atop air and fire pillows. The ones beside me are water and earth. It's almost as if you could feel the element you were laying on, and what it was on top of. I threw the fire one off beside me, when I had a feeling of panic. I somehow knew a mouse got on my arm. I jump up, and try to hit it off. My hand goes right through it. I wake up :l .

Dream 4:

I'm at some sort of football game. We're waiting in a driveway, beside a ton of other people. My "house" is close by, so I run in. I go upstairs and past someone elses room next to mine. I go in mine. I open a window slightly and realize a game from my computer is causing music to play. I try to exit out, and run back down to where me and my mum are sitting. Over the speaker system, you can hear the music playing. Everyone is laughing and saying to stop it. They didn't know who it was, so I didn't do anything . Sometime later in the dream, me my mom and someone else are walking some dogs. I have my old dog, Tumbles. We're going down the hill by my house when I run around the back. I put him in his cage (which he didn't even have) and waited for them to get here. They never did.

[COLOR="royalblue"]Non-Aware (Dream)[/COLOR] - [COLOR="blue"]Partially Aware (Lucid Dream)[/COLOR] - [COLOR="navy"]Fully Aware and Vivid (Astral Projection(OOBE)[/COLOR]

I went to bed very late, around 24:00 because I played some Dead Island with my friend. But I didn't remember much dreams from this night, however I fell asleep again and dreamed this:

[COLOR="royalblue"]I woke up and my mom asked me how the swimming in school worked if we were free to do what we wanted or if we had to earn a swimming badge first. In this dream I took my sheets and pillow to the sofa in the room outside of my bedroom and for some reason I fell asleep there. Then I remember hearing my dad yelling my name from downstairs in this dream and my mom said "let him sleep". I visualized myself walking in a town and I think I dreamed about it for a bit until I suddenly got more aware and sort of realized what had happened. I remember that it wasn't as vivid as a normal dream, but I tried to chain the dream and I got lucid. [/COLOR] [COLOR="blue"]I realized that the first dream I had was a false awakening but I flew to a house that looked like my real house. I was considering yelling "I am dreaming!" to stabilize but was yet again... worried that I would scream for real as well. So instead I screamed "MOM! Can you hear me?" and I hear an answer "Yes what is it?" and I answered "Uhm don't wake me up I am dreaming!".
"Ok..." she said. Then I went downstairs and went out of my house, at first I considered choosing a jacket but then I thought "Hmm that's unnecessary I am dreaming." I got out of my house and I flew up into the air with great control for a change. I looked in through my bedroom window but didn't saw myself. Then I thought "Oh right I am in my TV-room in this dream. I also thought "Hmm is it an OBE if I see myself? Or do I have to wake myself up... Nah not going to risk it let's try out some stabilization techniques. This dream seems stable enough to try out all of them!"
I did a nose-plug reality check, but it didn't work! So I can't relay on that one anymore, I then went to my stair and felt it with my hands and I even licked the rail just to see if it helped :eek: But I actually lost my lucidity...[/COLOR]
[COLOR="royalblue"]I went upstairs and I think I had a nosebleed so I went to the toilet and grabbed some paper, but then I woke up.[/COLOR]


When I woke up my hands were paralyzed and it hurt when I tried to move them, but it gradually faded away.
The time was now 08:37
I then asked my mom if she had heard me when I yelled. But she had not :cheeky:

08-24-2012 -- [Recently I have been concentrating on and working on my dreams. I am remembering more, writing more down, and having a few more lucid dreams. I have also noticed a marked increase in waking up, writing down long dreams, having a hard time getting back to sleep, and then finding my next dream connects to the one before. This dream was dreamed a couple of hours after The Life and Times of Harry Potter, Warlock, above, and was kind of a continuation, of sorts.]

I am still a massively powerful Harry Potter, and still living in the Hickory house, but this time I am also myself. (Last dream I was Harry Potter ... this dream it is myself as Harry Potter, if you get what I mean.) There are still hints of the sexuality and passion of the last dream, but this time without any actual touching involved.

I keep finding myself looking out the sliding glass door to the patio, sometimes even going out there, and perhaps bits of adventure, though that part I cannot remember. Suddenly, Don Dunn is there, making some kind of arrangements with me in regards to a vehicle. He isn't giving me a car, but it is still quite important, and I am quite pleased with it. Some kind of paperwork or something. Anyway, we are almost finished when he wanders off to check with somebody else about something. I wait a few seconds, then try to follow him through the house.

As I reach the living room, I glance out the sliding glass door to see a huge face appear in the sky in front of Ivanova. This thing is huge, massive, and almost psychedelically colorful, kind of a cross between the real First One this scene was reminiscent of and Galactus. It is massive, powerful, and almost entirely a psychic/mental being, rather than physical. I am wondering if this thing might be powerful enough that even I couldn't take it out.

It is warning us to get out of the area, not being pushy, but trying to protect us. An enemy First One is also here, and it is trying to keep us apart. The enemy First One attacks the friendly one, and it is also almost entirely mental/psychic, but it is shaped like a Trek shuttlecraft. The friendly being keeps the enemy drawn to itself, so we can get away.

I am still staring out the same sliding glass door, but it is now on a space ship in deep space, and I am not only myself and Harry Potter, but also Captain Sheridan, and I am wondering if Garibaldi has gotten around to betraying me yet, before I suddenly wake up in a tilting bed because one of the supports has broken again. Then I really wake up.

[Real life influences my dreams again as I just was given a car by a friend because mine broke down, but I picked it up from Don Dunn's shop. Also, the supports on my bed have broken a couple of times in the past, leaving the bed tilting with one or two corners on the ground, but when I really woke up, the bed was still holding together ... for the moment.]

1:42 p.m.

I thought I was awake. I was on the bed. I can feel the bed. I can feel my body. I can see my room. The light was in. But I move my arm in front of me and I can't see it. I can't move it or can't see it. Am I getting blind? I can see my right arm move via my right eye. Realized it's a sleep paralysis. I willed myself to wake up. No go.

I am starting to panic. I locked my door, so no one can come in and help me. I moved but my eyes are still faulty. Afraid. How can I live with a bad eyesight? I thought up dozens of ways to live. I am hearing the audio playing in the background. I want to wake up. But I can't. I'm still in the in between. I tried moving my body and feet. I can still hear the audio. I moved my right arm and took the phone so I can change the audio; didn't work. I'm still asleep. Relaxed somehow. I just have to wait it out. Went into a semi-aware dream. Moved in the "room" and did capoeria moves. I jumped-crunched. McDo. Meeting all N2. Donnie. BP nearby. Change of venue. Closer. Checked my body on bed. Still can't move. I was on the bed trying to move. I can but not awake.

Finally woke up completely. Moved my arms, checked my room.

I woke up fairly early this morning, so I went back to sleep. I soon found myself taking a shower but realized I didn't know how I'd gotten there, as I'd been in bed a moment ago and hadn't gotten up yet. Immediately upon realizing this, my vision faded to black, and I could feel myself back in my bed. I could still hear the shower, though (which led my clearly-not-yet-awake mind to formulate some crazy theory about how sounds in dreams are formed, though I can't remember it now).

I opened my eyes, and the shower noise stopped, leaving my ears ringing for a few moments.

Having just woken up, I decided to check the time. In place of my clock, however, was an advertisement for a site called lucidkids.com, advertising their "memory games to play before you wake". Despite missing this obvious hint, I decided to visit the website anyway. Conveniently, my laptop was right there on my bed. However, I woke up (for real this time) before I had a chance to get to the site.

Apparently I got lucid last night but all I wrote down was this:

Lucid in old burned down basement. Keep having to lick walls to stay lucid. Trying to solve why it's burned down. Have a FA, mess around with powers and focus.

Too bad I don't remember the dream nor writing that down. It doesn't sound too awesome though

I just had an awesome lucid dream last night, and since I was supposed to start coming back to this DJ now, I thought that this would make the perfect place for me to start up agian.

So anyways, It started out with me at some kind of festival for very famous people. I didn't get to go inside the building but I kept on seeing limousines and other exotic and high-end vehicles driving into the parking structure.
Eventually, for a reason that I cannot remember, (My recall was poor at this point) I started driving a bus. The bus had extremely bad handling and I could barely reach the pedals.
I was about to go though an intersection and I stepped on the brake. Only my big toe could reach and I barely pressed it down. The bus ran though the intersection and collided with another car.
"Oh, I'm in deep crap now..." I said.
Someone on the bus said something. This triggered lucidity.
"Or, maybe I'm dreaming!" I said to myself
Now I can't really remember what happened after that, but my recall picks up when I started flying. (I think I might have had a false awakening, too.) I can remember saying something like "I get to fly as fast as light"
Next thing I know, I was in third person, flying away from earth. Earth shrunk to a dot in a matter of seconds. Then, all of the stars turned to white lines. (Think Millennium Falcon light speed) Then I accelerated again, going so fast there was just a purple tube of energy around me.
At this point, My lucidity sort of amped up and things really got good. I appeared in my neighborhood, and went back into first person.
"Cool, I'm having one of those "Neighborhood" dreams"
I took a short time to stabilize. I began to look for my dream guide. I began calling for them to show themselves. I noticed another DC, a small boy with a huge baseball helmet.
Before I knew it, Dream characters started appearing everywhere. Some of them looked deceptively like my DG, but were not. The people were there to distract me. I waved my hand over a group of people, and shouted "Delete"
The people spontaneously disappeared. I made my way down the street, deleting people as I went, but more and more people were appearing, and the "Delete" was becoming less effective.
"Pause" I shouted. Everyone but me froze.
"Delete All" I shouted, and all of the people, frozen in their positions were pulled towards a small portal in the floor of the street and fell down it. The portal closed when everyone had fallen though.
I turned around.
"Draw Dream Guide"
It took me a second to realize this command actually worked. I turned around, and looked at the spot where the portal had closed.
A black man with long hair in dreads appeared. He's tall and thin, in his 20's and had a huge silver and black boombox and bling necklaces. He stood up.
"You're not my dream guide!"
"Yes I am, man!" He said in a phony voice.
The dream immediately destabilized and I woke up.

Two dreams again ._.

Casually watching youtube on the microwave

I remember watching on the microwave, specifically 2-3 videos on Nintendo 64 best games countdowns. I watch the last video, and my dad comes out to the kitchen, and I start talking to him about the Nintendo 64. He recognizes some game I have never heard of, then I remember the countdown hitting #2, then the dream ends.

I then see my dream friend wake up, and he is a bit depressed that he remembers none of his dreams the previous night. I then tell him what precisely happened in his dream, like I was a bystander or something.

"Epic" house fight

Okay, so me, my brother, and my mom are at my grandparents' house, and I either have my psp, or my yo-yo with me. If it was my psp, it was dead, if it was my yo-yo, it had no string. Either way, I could not use either one, so I just had it in my pocket. Due to boredom my grandma suggests we go digging for something of which I can not remember. So we grab two quite heavy chairs, three small shovels, go into a van, and take off. We go up a mountain, but on the way up, we go around three corners, all of which have a lake next to them, you have to drive a bit into the water to get around and up.(Deja vu moment. Not sure if I dreamed of this place before, or what.) We end up at the top, and we see about 3 homes, and a lot of land. We put the 3 shovels in a soft spot in the dirt in someone's front yard, and I am sitting there wondering why we were doing this, and if one of us owned this land or something. My mom and I sit down in the heavy chairs, and wait two to three minutes, then grandma grabs one shovel and says "they need to be taken out like this, one jerk to the back, to knock the dirt out, but keep the ___(...Something. Don't remember what) in." So what is left on the shovel is what looks like granola bars, but I assume it is some vegetable. We do the same to the other shovels, and next thing I know we are back at my grandparent's home(Dream home, doesn't have the same appearance as the real one).

I look in the street and there are archers and swordsmen standing there, after something of which I do not know. They all sort of stand down, so we think we are safe, but as they start dispersing, one man who looks like Boromir from Lord of the Rings keeps his bow fired straight at me. He shoots it, and I dodge, running to the backyard.
A huge fight ensues, and I try to gather reinforcements. I see two cats with about 6 six kittens, and somehow know they will help. Oddly they were located behind a fence in the backyard, which had another fence behind it. I keep walking, and see some pigeons, I see them, say that we are in danger, they all fly off, but I think they are on our side. I think see a huge tree get up and start gathering bushes and other trees to help. The big tree reminded me of an ent. I see a pigeon, and hold on to it, it brings me way into the air, and drops me, I grab onto a nearby tree, and climb down. Then the dream sort of ended.

I do not think either of these as being fragment dreams, they were both pretty entertaining, I'd say my dream recall is getting much better

5-12-12

I wake up and stand still. I feel the vibes. I wait for them to calm down and I then 'roll' out of my bed. Now I am in my dream room. It is bright and light shining from my windows. I jump out of my dream bed and say "Lets do this!" My goal was to practice manipulating energy or find a way to talk to my subconscious but I lose sight of my goal because as I look around everything looked....bland. Like I am inside some crappy pc game. Everything looked like it was on low resolution. I look outside my room. I don't see trees that should be there. Everything is just bad looking.

I find a portal. It looks like the ones from Spyro 3 for the psx. I go inside and I am in a void. I remind myself I am dreaming while I am in this void. I walk forward for a bit and all of a sudden I am in this tiny little building with no door leading outside into this dark forest. I see a sign written in blood. I get the feeling this would go nightmare but I just became brave and went through with it. At this point I lost lucidity. Soon everything becomes video game like. I have a health bar at the lower right of the 'screen' I encounter strange wolf like creatures which I assume are werewolves. On my first encounter I 'die' but I respawn. The second time I turn my hands into claws and kill them. My health bar didn't matter, even when it went all the way down nothing would happen.

I go deeper into this forest of darkness. i climb up this wall very fast. Another wolf was waiting for me. I slash it to bits. This 'game' also seemed to have a crafting system. A screen comes up. But then it went away. A dream shift occurs and now I am back in my crappy low resolution house. I get up from my bed. I see a woman across the hall way. I put my hand on the wall and I say "Oh I feel that". I then run towards her and punch her away. I wake up.

this expectation thing is giving me blue balls. For real ! last night I wtb with a mantra. And I had a "lucid dream" not a magycial one.I did a nose plug reality check and I could breath so I thought "I'm dreaming" and then my heart pounded really quickly and I felt like I would wake up so I just concentrated and waited for the black to turn into something better. It did, and in a few seconds I could see a bunch of squares with trees and flashing colors. Better unexplained . Anyway I was still nervous my heartbeat would wake me up , but I could only see my dream, not get into it. It was like I was watching a t.v. with a very blurry image. Then I woke up and did another reality check which failed. But I remember thinking I should record that on my iphone so that I don't forget I was lucid in the morning.

I'm mad that I was never actually awake, and when I actually did wake up my recall wasn't as vivid. I can't remember the dream before my lucid. But I remember the two after it.

I followed a girl B and her friends to a camp across the river, located on a dark island.In order to reach it , one had to complete the obstacles. So copying B I just sort of glided across the balances etc. and made it. There I followed people and wanted to leave, I knew M would be worried. She came just as I was leaving and I didn't even ask "how?!" she managed to get across. Anyway a friend, alexi, said it's a camp kind of like college. I didn't get involved in the dancing but there was a gym with a couple of my peers. I finally found where people hid out during the summer. I found an old "Friend" j there and she didnt mention much but complemented another girl. It was weird because I ignored her mostly. She wasn't surprised I was there. Before I saw J, I was looking at how clean their bathrooms were . The other ones had blobs on the ground. I ran outside with just a towel and back and saw the Jule and talked about her with j's blonde friend. Juile is you know... was all I could get out.

At an old-western themed bar. Nina and F were above shouting to get beverages. I saw Nin and just exited but came back to help my sis win some money.

[COLOR="royalblue"]Non-Aware (Dream)[/COLOR] - [COLOR="blue"]Partially Aware (Lucid Dream)[/COLOR] - [COLOR="navy"]Fully Aware and Vivid (Astral Projection(OOBE)[/COLOR]

This night I stayed up with my friend and we played Dead Island Co-Op. I was planning on going to bed early anyway, but the game bugged and made me lose all my best weapons so I stayed up in front of the bright TV-screen and had to do it all over again. So I ended up going to sleep, very late and my dream recall was destined to be bad.

[COLOR="royalblue"]I did end up remembering some dream from the morning though, but I have no dream recall from the night dreams. I also woke up from some bug flying around in my room around 03:36.

I was playing a high graphic version of some World of warcraft like game. I remembered that I were some kind of ice monster and I were doing a dungeon boss fight with some friends. My best ability was a channeling ice attack. I also remember that I canceled the attack by mistake, usually like I do in League of Legends and that my team mates got angry at me.

I were in some garden and I saw my parents smoking cigarettes and they both hate cigarettes for real, so I wondered why they liked them in this dream. I also took a cigarette just to do the same thing as them and make them think about what they taught me. I have some memory of me packing a bag and saying good bye to everyone.

In some other dream I was playing Counter-strike with a friend, but it was lagging so I tabbed back to my desktop and tried to see if there were any programs that made it laggy. I remember seeing that another game was running at the same time, that game seemed familiar to me in the dream, but I have no idea what it was now. Also when I tried to close some programs, more program popped up. Kind of like a gamer nightmare.

Then I was watching a soccer match, Barcelona VS Aston Villa. It went to overtime and the time was 20:00 in the dream and I remember that everyone started to walk away and didn't wanted to see the ending because 21:00 was too late. I also remember seeing an 7 year old girl screaming that she wanted to see who was going to win. I also remember meeting my friend Johan in this dream, but I don't remember what we talked about.

I woke up and wrote Barcelona - soccer match on a piece of paper and imagine that it felt so blurry and I wondered what was going on, then the dream changed and I was in the Dead Island game.

I was in a cage and zombies were approaching us in the distance. I see a man with a Electric Shotgun (Don't ask me what that is..) and he was going to shoot me. I screamed for help but nobody helped I got shot and woke up.[/COLOR]

It have been a while since I had a false awakening, but I will try to take advantage of these opportunities from now on.

A fantastically strange dream I had this morning, 19 August 2012. We begin at a Level Two dream, a dream-within-a-dream.

The time is approximately 4:30 am. I have been unable to sleep all night, and we are all partying in the French room. I feel the beginning of a depressive episode, or more accurately, a disrupted-sleep cycle episode.

I talk to random people about even more random stuff. This one guy sits in the corner, brown hair and blue eyes, looking positively stoned. I try to talk to him by waving my T-shirt in front of his face. Nothing.

Finally, I get him to speak. He asks me a bunch of game show-style questions, and says a series of long words, with each one supposed to be longer than the last:

1. pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
2. supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
3. antidisestablishmentarianism

Clearly, those are in the wrong order. He then asks me some questions about golf. I know nothing about golf - have never played.

I wave my shirt in front of his face again in the shape of an Ouroboros. Nothing.

I then sit down at a table with some classmates. A girl is reading this book about careers and life decisions, and a guy she's friends with is talking with us about it. She seems to have the wrong assessment of it, though, by giving a bunch of false analogies about how your decisions are like making a cake or something, about how important it is not to mix certain ingredients together. The basic premise is that once you set off on one path, you can't set off onto another. The guy said that this is not true.

With her permission, I begin to write down some of what she says in my all-purpose notebook, which becomes a fury of words and doodles. There is more than one path to reach any goal, I think.

Suddenly, the teacher, who reminds me of my Cantonese French teacher from grade seven, terminates the "Party" in a military-style manner. I pray--I know, that I won't be included in this disciplinary action. I go to the front of the room to dispose a water bottle into a recycling bin, as it has been done since the dawn of time. She yells and says it was the water SHE bought, but dumps it away anyway. I begin to wake up from this second dream.

An anti-depression group on Facebook sends me a huge message in which the entire group of more than 1,000 people are included. The leader of the group asks me to "get help" for my actions at the party. What?

It is OK to take a winding path.

LEVEL 1.5 DREAM - TIME SCALE: NONE.

A book lays out four points. Yes, this is the same book that the girl was reading. Point one: STDs are bad.

"Internships are also bad, and you'll be frustrated with them for the rest of your university career. Just kidding! Teen life after graduation isnt that bad".

It goes on a bit about the importance of sleep, or rather, why sleep is something to be taken advantage of even when you can get none of it...

LEVEL ONE DREAM - BEFORE THE INCEPTION

I go to bed at 11 pm, but I continue not sleeping. Was that anti-stigma depression group on Facebook involved to a certain extent? I draw conclusions and make recommendations about a certain university in the vicinity of Cambridge, Ontario, noting five: Waterloo, if not Waterloo then Wilfred Laurier; McMaster, Guelph and Western, maybe Queens...

I drift off to "sleep", which isn't really sleep at all.

One inception later...

LEVEL ONE DREAM - AFTER THE INCEPTION

It's almost 8 am, and the building I'm in looks like a mix of all the styles of buildings I'd stayed in during my visit to China three years ago. It has the appearance of a hotel, my bedroom to the left and back of a bathroom, the door near the front, my parents' room to my left.

My mom questions me about that online chat I had with three different guys that appeared on the room in different colours, red, green and blue, or maybe mauve. It's Monday. For some reason, the chat takes place at about the same time as that "Party" in the French room, and it continues until about 4 am, when I "fell asleep" but drifted into that other dimension.

Suddenly, I'm back in my normal house again, but there has been no discrepancy in surroundings. It's dark outside, despite the time of day. I check the weather forecast: the fourteen-day trend shows today below normal, about 9C (about 48F), and Tuesday is above normal. Wednesday is below normal, and Thursday's temperature is actually unknown after the thunderstorms, but it turns out to be about 12C (54F). Friday...snow?! At first, first glance, the first three days are unknown in temperature.

LEVEL 0.5 DREAM - TIME FRAME: NONE, NOWHERE, literally "no WHERE"

I'm tracking my depressive episodes on a spreadsheet, as the yellow lines jot up and down. I think about how my earliest episodes had negative healing energy, and how my late grandmother suffered from it. This time, I had better consult positive healing.

I'm reading a book, or maybe an Internet page similar to Dream Views, on a guide for lucid dreaming. The page is attached to the main server like a paper clip, like a yellow banana-type paper clip!

The columnist's name is Heather, or maybe Courtney, or maybe Stephanie. She comments on a method, and asks, "will your gin/ be like that"? I think that's a typographical error on my part, sorry, cheri-o.

Back to the method granted during the 1.5 dream level: does that mean they're saying you should avoid STDs as much as possible, and reach for your career goals as much as possible? In other words, are they telling you to be a virgin, and stay a virgin?

Which university should I pick?

Of course, I am advised, to take home foods, and not drugs! Consult my spiritual 'minister' instead, who is along for the journey this wjole time. I pray--I know--that your dream will awaken.

Before the military-style party-coup takes me away for the excecution, I announce to a TV-style audience interview that I discovered THIS part of the brain, as I point to the area above my ear, whisking my hands in a scalpel-like motion, the temporal lobe...

The manifestation of spiritual ecstasy...

We must always question reality, even when it seems we are not dreaming, in order to lucid dream. I try to do a reality check, but I am actually aware that I am NOT dreaming...

I awaken for real this time. It's 4:30 am, and I have a cold, which is not apparent in my dream.

Moribund. I see Orion rising in the east. It it a winter constellation. Soon it will be back to slow yet. There are two very bright "stars" in the sky, one atop Orion over eastern Taurus at about magnitude -1, which is Jupiter. The other is barely visible behind some tree, near Gemini, about magnitude -4, quite obviously Venus.

A'ho Calalami - a sacred chant (an even more sacred ritual by sacred beings on this sacred Earth). The ramble, the ramble, the ramble. Timetable of an elongated executive quasi-quarter century.

PART II

I think, in fact, that there is no recollection between my first falling asleep and my first memory of being in my dark bedroom. Maybe this is actually a WILD experience.

I check the time, and it appears to be consistent. Around 5 am. Yet, I look at it again, and it flashes all over the place, and I realize I don't need to do my second check, of reading what I had just written.

I am in a dark room. The mirrors scare me greatly, yet I look into them with interest. I realize that it is a dream and I begin to be lucid, and I walking into the mirror, apparently stuck there for just a moment, entangled, before I emerge into another universe...

LEVEL TWO DREAM

I walk out into the living room, trying to smash through the front windows. It stops me, yet darkness has turned to daylight, about 7:30 pm, near sunset. I walk into a mirror again, when it was dark, and I return to my bed, I return to the mirror...

I walk toward the front door, opening it. I see the reflection of a woman in the mirror, who looks like my mom's face merged into somebody else's. She apparently beckons me not to go outside, but I do so anyway, and walk out onto the street.

The theme of today's mission is nutshot.

I walk into my street, turning left, but 100 metres in, I stop. I decide that my mom was right after all, and I turn back. When I check the mirror again, there is no more reflection. The mirror no longer scares me. I am no longer afraid. I walk to my bedroom.

The sun has almost set now.

LEVEL THREE DREAM

Without any discrepancy, not even for a moment, I fall into another dream, perhaps through sleep, and awaken as I climb down a set of stairs. It does not scare me, as huge stairs did in the past.

I'm walking down into the depression group's cavern. There are literally hundreds--maybe thousands--of people here, each one applauding as I walk down. It resembles a set of circular stairs more than it does a Maya temple, but it is easily 500 metres en plus from top to bottom.

A frail-looking elderly woman in a wheelchair is pulled up as I step aside to let her pass. I walk to the right, and to my left stand thousands of people, each with a different face, applauding, just applauding.

Finally, I reach the bottom. The lights are on and it looks like one of my friends' basements, only MUCH larger, but just as low-hanging with the ceiling. I ask one person as soldiers stand by. "Why", I ask, are there more people down there?

"They're probably just reproducing. Ha, I'm kiddding. Say, Junior, know any grade 12s who can handle a rifle?"

This is a real program. In room 1, I find strangers talking.

I then step into Room 2. Here are four people I recognize sitting on a sofa, along with more people I recognize sitting all around. This includes one guy who said I'd helped save him from a life of suicide.

I ask them where I might find the bathroom. I was also going to ask me whether they saw my crazy moves at that party in the French room, because at least one of them was here, but I didn't have the time, I needed to pee. They all point me to the girl's bathroom.

"What! Dude, that's the female bathroom!"

They all laugh.

You idiot. You know if you pee in a dream, you'll wake up and actually have to pee in waking life. Have you lost your mind, or more accurately, your lucidity?

I then walk into room 1 again, speaking in an Indian accent, "do yoo know vherre dee bathroom is?"

Some guys are sitting there talking, "he didn't have a rifle". I shrug and then smirk incredulously. Where they looking for me?

I wake up. It is around 6:40 am, and I go to the bathroom. The golden sunlight pours in but I manage to drift back to sleep.

PART III

I'm in a backyard garden of some sort. Somebody's kid might get charged for violence, because the school's charter expressedly prohibits violence against another student's "dick", "nuts" or "ballsack".

I read a hithertofore-yet-unknown chapter of the Bible. It's called Hittites, and near the end, a voice that seems to be God asks a man to renounce everything he's known to date about religion. It has an Egyptian air to it. With much haste and hesitation, he does. "Let ye forget all you have learned, and seek God's salvation from here anew. Replace all your man's word with my word. A new pearl will appear in your forehead".

The Bible I'm reading has excluded a certain chapter beginnign with the letter L. It's certainly not Luciferians.

It then goes onto the New Testament. I begin to close the book.

Should I go to church today?

Now, I'm on a boat of some sort, without any discrepancy. The founder of a project, who is female, talks about the benefits of getting dolphins and humans to play together in this lake. First, she says, the dolphin feeding will attract phytoplankton, causing a bloom. This will then stretch out, and bring gold nanoparticles to the surface, as well as lower global carbon dioxide levels, in a method not yet unexplained. I thought they'd tried iron fertilization for algae blooms and that failed to lower carbon in the atmosphere by any significant amount?

This is the same method, she continued, of bringing gold to the face using algae, and creating a gold mask and a gold leaf that one will now wear on the face.

When I wake up again, it is 8:20 am.

I woke up in my bedroom, but there was no usual light coming from my window. I went into the hallway, and noticed that we had a staircase. This was weird, I lived in a single floor home. I went to my brothers room and found that my cousins were there visiting. My brother was not there. "Wanna play football?" Said one of them. I was transported to a football field. There was a crowd and everything, and I was on a team of people I did not know. I made 3 touchdowns and won the game for my team, whoever they were. After the game I was back in my room. I went outside, where I found my computer and desk in the front yard. There were pine trees all around, and all the nearby houses were gone except for one. I sat at the desk and turned on the computer, which was a blank screen. I then noticed a little boy standing there.
"Hi there. What is your mom doing over there?" I said, pointing to an old black lady swinging a golf club.
"Oh, she's just getting ready to rob you." The boy replied. His mother came up to me, holding the club. She told the boy to go home. I looked up at her, and saw her crazed expression on her face.
"You are being robbed. Give me that computer!" She said.
I reached for my crowbar that was on my desk. I stood up and smacked it into her face. "No, this is my computer. I paid good money for it and you didn't earn this." I said.
"Well... I guess you're right. See this? It's my laptop. I hate this old thing, I can't even load a youtube video!" She said, pulling an old Dell laptop from her bag.
"Too bad. Go get a new one with your own money." I then swung my crowbar into her face again. She didn't seem hurt at all. She just walked away, and went back inside her house. After such a strange ordeal, I decided to test if I was dreaming, as I do every day. I plugged my nose and tried to breathe through it, and for the first time, it worked. All of the sudden, clarity snapped into place. All the things around me became instantly real, in such a way that I cannot even describe. I at first wanted to jump up and scream to the world how amazing it was, but I realized that doing this would wake me up. I calmly went back inside to tell the other fake people, when my brother came out.
"Austin," he said, "Can I play the computer now?" This poor figure of my imagination was just as addicted to the computer as he is in real life I thought to myself.
"No, you aren't real. Now go back inside!" I said to him. He simply sighed and said, "Dang it..." and walked away. I was still very excited about being in my first lucid dream. I tried to fly. I jumped into the air, and willed myself forward. It worked. It was like being on a zip-line, but without anything to support you. I was so amazed and happy about it, that I lost my focus, and crashed down into the concrete. The pain I felt was so very real, but did not last long thankfully. I tried many more times, with similar results. I gave up and went inside. My cousin, Josh, came up to me.
"Congratulations on your first lucid dream. How does it feel?" He said to me. Knowing he was not real, I still played along.
"It's awesome! I could do this all night." I replied to him. I decided not to get into a fight about who's real and who isn't. I floated upstairs, and passed a bathroom. I covered my eyes as I passed it. I was afraid that by looking in a mirror I would cause a nightmare. I opened my eyes when I was past it. Curious about what dream tests really worked, I tried some. I covered my mouth and nose again, and breathed. That seemed to work just fine. Then I tested the "look at your hands" technique. I looked down at my hands, and noticed that they were so realistic, that if I did not know any better I would think I was awake. The only flaw was that I was missing two fingers. I tried to summon somebody, so I said out loud, "Bring me my best friend," to nobody in particular. Instantly, my best friend from 8th grade appeared. He was just as real as he was in life.
"Nice weather today isn't it?" He said. I wanted to reply but he disappeared shortly. I flew downstairs and went outside. By then I had been in the dream for a while, almost 15 minutes. I looked at a digital clock, and it made no sense at all. It read "2G:F&Y". I looked away, then back again. This time it said "SCREW YOU". I laughed at this, and with lightning speed, ran down the road heading for a town. I got there in an instant, and entered a Target store. Inside I explored the virtual reality, making short reality checks to ensure I did not lose my lucidity. 5 minutes or so passed and I was growing bored. I decided to try something my cousin Josh would do. I went to the check out, where a bored teen girl was. She obviously was tired of the mundane routine of working at a register. I shouted in her face, "GET EVERYONE OUT OF HERE THERE ARE ZOMBIES ALL OVER THE PLACE!!!".
"Dude... what is your problem?" She replied in a monotone voice. I looked around, noticing that there really were zombies all around me. Much more than I expected. I used superhuman strength and lasers from my hands to defeat the zombies, but more came. "This is so fun..." I thought to myself. I fought more and more zombies until the dream was over.

Non-Dream Dream Lucid Dream

Dream 1:

I am in lab and I want to take a look at my coworker's (NG) cells under the microscope. She begs me not to look because they are precious but I promise it will be OK. For some reason I put the plate of cells under the sink instead of the microscope and I fill the plate with water - ruining her experiment. I lie to her and say that some new girl bumped me while I was looking under the microscope and that caused water to get into the plate. She gets really mad then turns into a hideous woman who tells me I'm hot.

Dream 2:

I make a trek to Mexico on a motorcycle with my lab mates.

Dream 3:

I meet a beautiful Asian girl on some crazy packed campus - probably UCLA. It might have been a festival. I am playing some weird basketball game in waste deep water - I think this is where we meet. It was love at first sight. She immediately trusts me so much that she gets into my car to drive her to her house. I am driving an automatic black Honda. We park somewhere that resembles a desert and take a very difficult path to her house. I have to climb an almost vertical dirt wall. She had no problem but for some reason I had trouble doing a pull-up. We are worried about rattlesnakes. I crack a few jokes about getting bit in the face (smooth).

We get to her house and start playing video games. One game is a betting game where we bet on whether or not we can complete a maze. Other games were virtual reality. We fall in love but I know that my wife is back at home. I mention something about sex and she tells me she can't or something. I say I know and neither can I. She tells me that she would be content with sleeping on my feet / cuddling like really good friends. This makes me extremely happy - true love.

Dream 4:

I am watching a strange baseball game from the stands. My team (USA I believe) is losing by about 25 runs. Players can choose whether they want to hit baseballs or giant credit cards. The cards are very difficult to catch and the kids are having trouble in the outfield (I think it is the little league world series).

Dream 5:

I am having sex with my wife. My penis is about 5x bigger than usual and I have a giant condom on. She makes me stop because it feels too good and there are people close by.

WAKE UP FOR ~30 MIN

Dream 6:

I get back to bed and start thinking about being at a baseball game. Since the last game I went to was a Giants game I naturally start visualizing AT&T park and the view from my seat. At first it was just a thought then I slowly starting gaining more and more clarity on my visuals. After a couple of minutes I was THERE AT THE STADIUM. AWESOME!!!

I perform a reality check by climbing some rafters above the seats. It was incredibly easy so I concluded that I was dreaming. I take off flying over the stadium - very high up. This lucid is extremely vivid. I want to test the reality of my lucid. I recall looking down at my shadow, waiting for it to appear after passing through the roof shadows and sure enough my shadow popped up right when it was supposed to. I was amazed that my mind was able to produce it so perfectly.

It was a very windy day and I loved feeling it hitting my face when I was flying. I tried thinking about what to do next. I couldn't think of anything cool so I decided that I wanted to have sex. I left the stadium and was flying over the bay. I summoned some hot chicks in a boat but I had trouble stopping / slowing down. I was flying very fast. Each boat I passed I summoned more hot chicks but I couldn't stop. Finally I landed in a boat. I started banging this smoking hot chick but quickly realized that her dad was also in the boat. I wished him away and continued. Unfortunately I "woke up" shortly after.

Dream 7:

I am in bed trying to find a place in my dream journal to record my lucid experience but I there were no available pages. (false awakening)

Suddenly I am in some kind of subway station with my brother. We are trying to figure out how to get to an amusement park.

Then I wake up for real.

Hit my longest lucid yet this morning! It felt like it might have gone 20 minutes. Very exciting! Go go Intro Class!

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #10: The Horschwager Olympics (Early this morning)

I'm at home in the master bedroom and something tips me off that I'm having a dream. Fortunately, it's daytime but I still feel compelled to leave the house as quickly as I can. (I've been getting stuck in the first scene very often lately.) After having trouble getting out of my upstairs window last time, I decide to dash downstairs and try the front door.

The second floor is a perfect reconstruction of my house, seemingly down to the smallest details. I even have to fiddle with the baby gate to get downstairs. The ground floor, though, has changed into a hot, stifling gaggle of steam tunnels with no obvious exits.

I notice a mirror on the wall and check my reflection. I look like myself but with a pudgier face and feathered, rather flamboyant 90s-looking hair. (Still dashing, of course!)

I return to looking for an exit and spy an old-school cast iron stove against the wall. I see that it has a vent/chimney sticking out of the top that I imagine must lead to the outside. It's only a few inches in diameter but I decide that I can squeeze myself up it and make my escape via reverse Santa Claus.

I crawl through the oven and start willing my way up the vent. It's ultra-confining and hot to the point where I feel some mild pain on my skin during the trek upward. What a way to travel! Why didn't I take the mirror? I operate with a noticeably reduced IQ in my LDs, I'm afraid!

I finally emerge in daylight on a coastal city on a bright, clear morning. It's like a cross between San Francisco and Nice, France. Wife jogs past me and I jog after her through a bustle of dream characters.

As we run along, Wife hands me her iPod and tells me to listen. It's playing some catchy pop number with a female vocalist. It's not my style but it's got this great hook that I can't resist humming along to. As I hum, Wife and all of the other dream characters that we pass start singing as well. The sort of thing that only happens on cheesy television programs and my lucid dreams, I think.

Eventually, the road breaks away from the coast and Wife stops to rest. I decide to go off on my own and try to compete in the Olympics (recent goal.) I walk through the door of a nearby building, expecting to find the Olympics.

A greeter DC guides me into an enormous room that's a combination locker room and ice skating rink. I'm somewhat perturbed to find myself in the Winter Olympics but figure that I can change this later. I grab a duffel bag out of one of the lockers and carry it with me. A harried-looking receptionist and "E" (IWL friend) direct me to go to the second floor via elevator. I ask them what city this Olympics is taking place in. They respond that it is in "Horschwager" this year.

The elevators look dilapidated and out of service. (Doors hanging off loosely, bare shafts visible, etc.) I decide to take the stairs. The stairs, however, are a confusing maze of narrow bridges and snaking archways with sheer drop-offs all around. I wander this maze for a good while, reminding myself that "I'm in a lucid dream, about to compete in the Olympics" but the clock eventually runs out just as I reach a strange, glass-enclosed room. I wake up.