false awakening

Got a lucid dream for my birthday. Just wish it would have been a more pleasant one. Usually, I will count false awakenings as separate dreams, but since this is all so continuous, and had such a "dreams within dreams" feeling, I will count it as one.

11/15/2010
"Arachnoception"

(I had just gotten a copy of Inception, and decided to watch it, last night, while going to bed, to try to induce something Inception-related. I got more than I bargained for...)

I can barely remember the early parts of this dream, but I was driving through DeLand, with Josh. We were taking the road that passes the landfill, on the way back over to my side of town. For some reason, we had to take a detour through the landfill. While driving through it, we apparently stumbled onto some kind of criminal(?) element, and were dragged out of the car, at gunpoint. We were taken inside, and the only thing I remember here, is that I was in what I think was a bathroom, and I got attacked by some creature. It was about the size of a rat, and I believe its body wasn't actually organic. It seemed to be something of a shell, made out of what I think was a child's toy. From within the object, spider-leg-like tendrils protruded, which served as both legs and powerful pincers. It reminded me a lot of the creeping coffins, from Lords of Shadow (which I have been playing, lately). I had to fight like hell, to keep this thing off of me, but eventually got away from it. Not much longer, after that, the cops showed up and raided the compound, starting a huge firefight. In the fray, we were able to escape, and I vaguely remember a small dog being killed, in the fight.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up, in my bed. It was still night out, and Inception was still playing, on my computer. After a moment, I stepped out of bed, and I was immediately ambushed by the "creeping toy" creature, from the dream. It came from out of nowhere, and ran up my leg, biting and scratching with its pincher/legs. This thing fought with all the ferocity of a rabid squirrel, and I could not get it off of me. My leg was getting mangled by the little creature, and it hurt like Hell.

Once again, though, I woke up in my bed. The pest from the dream was nowhere in sight. However, this time, I got out of bed and was met with a dull pain in my leg. Switching on the light, I saw that my leg had bruises in like 6 different places, and it was throbbing. My muscles were progressively tightening, and I could instantly tell that there was venom running through it. I was so confused, though. I knew it had to have been a dream. Right? Hobbling out of bed, I made my way over to my mom's side of the house, surprised to see that she was up this early. My leg was growing worse, when I showed her, dark black spots showing up, and the skin tightening, to where you could start to see the shapes of the tendons. She kind of shrugged it off, and said it would be ok if I just didn't mess with it. More bewildered about the whole thing, than anything else, I just walked back to my room and went back to bed.

And, once again, I awoke in my bed. The pain in my leg was gone, as was any sign of the bruises. So, naturally, I assumed that it had all just been a dream. But, again, just as I stepped out of bed, I was attacked by the creature from the "previous dream." It scurried up through my robe, and around my back. It never bit me, this time, but its steps were like thousands of thick, fingernail jabs, themselves, scrambling all around the upper part of my body. I was able to get a hold of the thing and grab its "legs," holding them open so that they couldn't form the pincers that they had, before. This thing was strong, like a tiny bear trap, but I held the tendrils open, again making my way to show it to my mom. By this time, I didn't know WTF was going on, and I just wanted to know that I wasn't going crazy. On my way out of my room, I passed my pet dog...oblivious to the fact that I don't actually have a pet dog. I did, however, think that it was strange that I recognized the dog as the little dog who'd gotten killed, in the "first dream." Unfortunately, I already had my hands full, and I didn't stop long enough to realize this as a dream sign. Instead, I took the creature over to my mom's room to show her. She looked down at my hands, then back up at me, then back down at my hands. She said..."that's just dead skin," with a confused look of concern on her face. I looked down, and saw that she was right. I was just holding a handful of what looked like gator hide.

By this time, I thought I'd completely lost my mind. Apparently, my mom did, too. She cocked an eyebrow at me and said "Uhh...I have some pills or something...if you need them?" implying that she was afraid I'd completely cracked. Puzzled beyond all hope, I just turned around and walked back to my room. I kept thinking about Inception, and maybe that the idea had somehow been planted into my mind that this spider-thing existed, when it really didn't. I just felt really defeated by my lack of understanding of the whole thing, and just went back to sleep.

The next thing I knew, it was the middle of the day. I was talkin with some guys I was unfamiliar with, who my mom had let into the house. Throughout the time they were here, we'd gotten into smoking and they informed me that they sold. We pretty much just hung around the house for a while, and I tried telling them about the dreams I'd been having lately, about the crazy little monster thing. Nobody seemed all that interested, though. Later, those guys and I were heading out somewhere. We'd gotten into the car, when one of them said he left something inside the house, tossing a huge bag of weed into the car, before walking back to get whatever it was. I kept yelling at him to hurry up, because I didn't want to be just sitting here, with the huge sack in the car. He was just taking his sweet time, and it was annoying the hell out of me.

Of course, just as I was beginning to suspect there might be cops nearby, I heard "WOOP-WOOP," a siren barking at us from behind. I actually can't remember if I was driving or not, but we sped off, down the road, the cops chasing us. We were driving in a slick sports car, and just hauling ass, but they were catching up. (Been playing a bit of Grand Theft Auto, also. Haha.) The guy next to me started freaking out, and dumping all kinds of contraband out the window - everything from weed to small bags of cocaine, which I didn't even know were in the car. In a quick, 3rd-person view, I saw the white powder blowing all over the people on the sides of the road. It was actually pretty hilarious. Suddenly, back in first-person, I got an idea. We pulled over, and I waited for the cops to come within a stone's-throw from our tail, before chucking a bag of coke at their windshield, at the last moment. It blotted out most of the glass, and they ended up swerving to miss our car, and crashing into some nearby pedestrians. Then, for the first time, after all of this chaos, I realized just how absurd all of this actually was. I realized that this had to be a dream.

The other guy in the car was still freaking out, telling me that we had to get the hell out of here. I just laughed and told him to relax, stepping over to the crashed police SUV. Gathering all my strength, I reached a fist up over my head and swung it downward, trying to destroy the engine block, like I'd done to other cars, while lucid. This time, though, I was only able to dent the hood. It was a little more superhuman than waking life, but not what I expected. I tried a few more times, swinging heavy punches at the hood and grille, but I couldn't get anymore damage than about what a baseball bat might have done. Needless to say, I wasn't very happy with this. I was determined, though. I kept thinking that the cops might try to shoot me, through the windshield, but I was already prepared to either dodge the bullets, or just let them hit me. Thinking that there had to be some other way to get through to the engine, the idea just kind of struck me: A light-saber! I had never created one, while lucid, so I figured that this would be a good time to try. Holding my hands up, beside me, as if gripping a sword, I tried to materialize the weapon out of thin air, imaging it growing to length. Nothing happened, though. The dream was very vivid, and I was having a hard time controlling it.

As if by my cue, the cop in the passenger seat held up a blue light-saber of his own, grinning behind the powder-covered windshield. Now even more determined to have one, I made a motion as if it was already in my hand, stabbing directly at the grille, while trying hard to visualize the weapon coming into existence. Finally, I saw the orange glow. The tip of the blazing saber burned into the grill like it was paper, eating through the metal and sinking further into the engine block. I gave a quick tug of my arms, drawing the blade sideways and widening the hole, completely putting the truck out of commission. My accomplice and I then hopped back in the car and prepared to take off again, but instead, I simply woke up, for real.

After a few reality checks - which I should have done, the first few times I 'woke up' - I got up and started jotting notes down.

(This felt like a B6-enhanced dream - very vivid and chaotic - but I didn't take any B6 before bed. Most likely, it was the Reese's Cups I ate, late last night. It would have been nice to just have had a bad-ass lucid, but all that shit with the spider-creature-thing just made the whole thing unpleasant. It was still early as hell, but I didn't bother going back to sleep, after this one.)

14.11.2010

Partial projection - Lucid flight over downtown. (L-DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID ASTRAL PROJECTION

I have decided to stop using the new table by my bed and again record my dreams in the kitchen table. The trip from my bed to the bathroom and to my kitchen helps with my recall a lot, so I will go back to my old method. Five dreams, two were lucid and I partially astral projected.

Sixth:

I felt my Physical body in bed and I was already with vibrations. Once more, it was going to be a successful L-DEILD. The dream started to form again but I felt that my vibrations were stronger than usual. I attempted to Astral Project. I focused on my Astral Body and the vibrations skyrocketed. I started to push my Astral Body out of my self and focused on a rope. I started to experience double consciousness. I felt my body in bed and I felt part of me in the Astral Realm. A few second later, I could feel my eyes closed and at the same time, I was looking to my wardrobe. It is hard to explain, I had some sort of double vision. Suddenly, I felt my cat purring and walking on my legs and I lost focus on my Astral Body, got pull back to my physical body and fell into a lucid dream.

I was by the door of my home. I knew it was a dream but I wanted to confirm. I looked at my hand and it was odd. I opened the door and I could see downtown. It was downtown. I flew and there was very odd building. I wanted to fly to the top of that building. On the top of the building, there was a platform. A voice or someone told me to not go there, but I ignored it. As I was approaching the building, the reality of the world twisted and deformed. I decided to land and to attempt to Astral Project again. I ended my dream and woke up with vibrations.

I felt like a pull on my third eye. I decided to attempt to project through my third eye but for some reason (maybe my cat again) I lost focus and consciousness.

I had a false awakening and I started to talk with my wife about my AP attempt. I left the room to write down my dreams and travels and I had a different home. Our living room was big and we had like hundreds of notebooks.

When I woke up for real and went to write down my dreams. After 15 minutes of writing down I closed my the door of the microwave. My stupid microwave's light malfunctioned and gave me a big scare thinking I was still dreaming, but the RC did not fail.

Missed dream signs:
- The FA.

This morning I fell asleep in my bedroom and suddenly perceived a weird feeling that I immediately connected with an OBE, based on some previous experiences that were basically the starting of OBEs. The feeling was both visual (like complete darkness and then a sort of light) and kinesthetic, quite familiar to me, but difficult to describe. I decided to let the feeling go on so to go further into the experience. Then I decided to move and turn around on the other side of the bed; immediately I found myself moving as I wanted to (I actually fell asleep on a side, with my arm around my partner's shoulders). I was very lucid, I actually wondered if I was moving with my physical body. I got up of bed and started moving around the room, noticing that I was very light and was almost fluctuating and thinking that this meant I was having an OBE. The emotion was very strong. I decided to get out of the room. I passed through the closed door, I did it slowly but with no effort and noticed with great lucidity that I was doing it. I found myself in the corridor, that looked a little different from the actual one, and very lighted (while in "reality" the shutters were closed, so it was dark). I kept moving lightly, fluctuating in the corridor, almost flying, and then reached the front room. It was wider and a little different from the actual one, with a huge glass door as big as the whole wall (instead of the two much smaller ones I have). Everything was wide and lighted by the sun. The emotions grew while I kept flying around the front room. I noticed that my hands could easily pass through the glass of the window, and did it more than once, always very lucid. I looked at my hands (it is a reality check I often do during the day) and they were almost trasparent, the fingers were like crooked and crossed together. Then I decided to go somewhere else and chose my parents' house. Only for a moment I found myself there, in the corridor of their house, still fluctuating and having that sense of extreme lightness. Was difficult though to keep staying there so I woke up. Actually it was a false awakening, I woke up in another dream, in bed, with my partner, in the exact posture in which I fell asleep, just with the bedroom looking a little bit different. I was telling her about the experience, being very excited and thinking about writing the experience in my journal. Then I woke up, finding very difficult, in the first moments, to realize that the previous conversation was a dream.

[[That night, I decided to write down my intent in my DJ before going to sleep. They are in order of importance]]

Intent: Recall -> Lucidity -> Summon Swords

I was on a giant white telephone for some reason. I can't recall much but I remember noticing it wasn't normal. I became lucid just like that and did the nose pinch breathing RC to make sure. I could only breathe in from one nostril though so I was confused [[I woke up and realised I had a runny nose only from one side IWL]] So I thought "What should I do? I remembered writing down my intent in my DJ so I attempt to make 2 swords appear out of thin air in my hands [[A cool power a character I made up has]] But it wasn't working. The giant telephone disappeared during that time. I woke up afterward. I was in my bed, writing the dream in my DJ when I WOKE UP AGAIN!

I got home from school and thought, "I'm tired. I'm going to take a twenty-minute nap." So I came upstairs and launched myself into bed. I didn't even know that I'd kept my mind conscious when my body began to fall asleep after about fifteen minutes.
I could've sworn I heard some sort of scraping/ticking noise. I felt the pulsing of my heartbeat under my skin all over my body. I suddenly just knew, "This is what sleep paralysis feels like. I've done it."
As soon as the pulsing stopped, I opened my eyes. I could see a picture of my room, but it was fragmented, distorted. Just to make sure, I tried to check my hands---I had no fingers at all! I think I did something wrong because I had to force myself to move. In other words, I was still paralyzed. Suddenly the view shifted and everything went back to normal. I did a reality check and was awake. I felt so terrible!

Ive had this dream, where i am sitting at the base of the stairs that spiral up and my house is pure white except the railing on the stairs which is a rusty gold. My parents have plans to go out for dinner and dont tell me, we seem extremely rich and my mother is in a beautiful red sparkeling dress with marilyn monroe hair and my father in a very handsome tux, they strange thing is, they have no faces. I am at the base of my stairs playing with some toys and my mother and father go to the door to leave, me being confused i see the door open and a man walks in, they say this is my babysitter, he (unfortunatley) has a face, he is extremely pale, fingers boney and hair bleached white and swooped to the side ( in a AFI lead singer style) and he is wearing a white tux, that is sometimes pure white or has tiny black stripes going down it(it goes in and out of this) he is very well groomed and matches the house perfectly the only 2 things standing out are his eyes and a strange book in his arms, his eyes are pitch black and when you look into them they have a deep blood red swirly ness to them (like the eyes in 30 days of night that the creatures have) and his book is carved with rune like carvings and is glowing red with a giant bookmark hanging out of it, the moment i saw him i was struck with fear so i ran over to my parents and begged them not to leave and as i did i noticed when i looked outside there was nothing but a black void. They kept saying "its ok, its ok" and then left. I went to go sit back down and continue playing with my blocks and little toy train when he walked over and sat down right beside me and asked this question "would you like to read a book?" but the strange thing was his voice sounded like it overlapped, like 2 voices in one. one sounded very sweet like an angels and the 2nd voice sounded like that of a demon, deep and disturbing (and the strange thing is at my age i was a very sheltered child i was only 7 i had never heard a voice like that before in my life). and i shook my head saying no and he kept insisting "come on come on just a lil peek" i kept saying no then he got very stern and said "read the book... NOW!" and he opened it up and i got a slight glimpse inside but it was nothing but pure death and agony so thats why i said no.. i got up and ran and ran and my house warped and twisted and like computer data broke apart into the black void. (you remember those old microsoft stand by screens when it would create a junglegym in different colors) well it had looked like that in the middle a giant junglegym and i ran towards it and in the middle there was a tiny workshop, where a fat man worked on something but it was very loud inside i could tell. i kept yelling PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME!! HES GOING TO GET ME!! and yet he kept shaking his head no no im sorry i cant i cant hear you i cant help you. so i kept running around and around until my legs slowed and no matter how hard i pushed i couldnt run anymore until he was right behind me and as he touched my shoulder with his deathly cold hands i woke up, shaking and crying and i was only 7 at the time ive had several other dreams like this where ive been chased, i always had nightmares as a child.

But heres the weird part.....

When i turned 9 i met someone by the name of Joshua, today he is my best friend and i would give my life for him we connect in so many ways..
Strangely enough he had the EXACT SAME DREAM except his was inverted and everything was black and his man was in a black cloak with pure white eyes, and instead Joshua actually looked into the book and was showed hell(that which when i spoke to him he had an extremely difficult time trying to express it because he started shaking and it was so difficult for him to talk about the agony and death he saw) so he ran as well and came into a white void, but with tiny twinkling red stars and he got caught and was shown the book again, but then something strange happened...

I came, but not as a child as he had seen me but as an adult, i was in a white cloak with long flowing hair a pair of glasses and he said i was beautiful and he described my body a lil same as now. he described me a little as i look now, but older.

i had pushed down upon his chest and woken him up, just as i was he was shaking terribley and was drenched in sweat.

He says i appear in his dreams often, i save him from many terrible things....
Funny thing is, this dream happened RIGHT AFTER he had moved away from me, and i lost contact with him, and then i didnt have glasses..my hair was short..i looked nothing as i do now, and i never hit puberty and he had never seen me after that. But when we saw each other again after 6 years.. he completely freaked out because it was like he was reliving his dream.

So how then.. could he have seen me and why do i always appear to him to save him.
I am 16 now, and ive always felt a strange sense within myself, especially when i dream and when im around anything paranormal.

I had also had a time when i was 8 when i had fallen asleep one night and woke up with amnesia, i didnt remember where i was or what day it was, the time, or anything before that, it was like my life was erased from my mind, i have a few memories as a baby and toddler but i have nothing else, i dont remember life before i was 8, only my dreams and a few memories..

Id like someones imput on my situation..

Sincerely, Mai.

09.11.2010

Trip To the Beach (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was a kind of "dream-within-a-dream". I went to sleep in a dream and ended up WILDing into a lucid dream. Technically a DILD though.

I was wandering down the street of a seaside town. The buildings were old, made of stone, and whitewashed. I was pleased that the WILD had worked so easily (suspiciously easily), but reminded myself that I only had about half an hour before I'd have to get up for work. In actual fact it was a Saturday, I could've slept on... retard. I was drawn into a conversation with one of my roommates who I ran into outside a cafe. He told me that there was, I quote,
"A special kind of broadband connection in the shower block over there. It lets you send yourself across the internet." I confirmed with him, and he did indeed mean my actual physical body. Having nothing better to do, I reckoned I had been handed a great opportunity to try something interesting with my lucid dream, and followed him to the building at the end of the street. The shower block itself was delapidated, but still functional. It was right at the entrance to the beach, and it looked like it was there so people could wash the sand off themselves. I pulled back one of the curtains to see if I could find this miraculous wire. The shower was on full blast, and I could barely see through the steam. There was a thin brown wire hanging from the wall, quite innocent-looking. I stuck it in my neck, as I assumed this was the way to teleport oneself through the internet. Faulty dream-logic, I should've got myself a scanner of some kind!

I was getting nowhere so I turned to leave. In the doorway, carrying a red laptop, was my ex. She asked me to help her do something on her laptop (I think involving some sort of user-interface) and I obliged. I almost got caught up in the intricacies of the laptop and lost lucidity, but before that happened, I closed it.
"Want to walk down to the beach?" She asked.
"Sure, why not," I said, with no other pressing engagements, apart from the nagging feeling that my alarm was going to wake me up any minute. We exited the shower block and took a left straight onto the sand. There was a huge, wide open expanse of flat sand between us and the sea, so we started running. I found I could go very fast. After one burst of speed I jumped, and went soaring through the air. She did the same. We continued this, getting closer to the sea all the time. But then, disaster!

My alarm woke me up for work, and I got up (in my old house) and got into the shower. I was in the middle of washing my hair when I realised,
"Wait, what?"

And woke up.

08.11.2010

I want to help the knight! (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Two dreams.

Second:

I was in a hotel similar to my previous dream. I had to do some errands before leaving the hotel. For some reason I looked at my hand and turned lucid.

I had five fingers, however, I realized I also had a thumb totaling 6 fingers. I ran to the window of my room. The room had a king bed and a couple of portraits. I looked outside the window and I saw a never ending sea. It was very sunny and I felt the wind coming from the window. My dream was not stable so I decided to start to fly to make it stable. I was flying easily and planned what to do. I recalled I want to Astral Project from any single lucid I have, I was about to land to close my eyes and project, but my dream was still fuzzy and I knew I was going to wake up if I attempted.

The imagery changed. I saw a lake and a forest surrounding the lake. I was planning to dive inside the lake and see what was on the bottom. I remember from a previous lucid I saw a ton of ear plugs sunken on the bottom of a swimming pool. However, I did not feel I was ready to do that yet. I know very well my dreams and I knew I was not ready yet.

I kept flyign for a while and I landed in a small street. I saw a military base and there were soldiers and a general. They were saying, "We serve our manager! We serve our General! We are proud to serve our Country!"







I found it funny I was dreaming with the military and wondering why. I kept waking and saw another group of soldiers. There was a sign that said, "Masturbation is also a good exercise." I laughed when I saw that.

I took flight again and went to a country. I was now located in the mid age era. I told myself I could find some gladiators as I was in the proper era, however, I saw a small soldier base and I was wondering what my mind was doing. There were a few soldiers with armors. I also saw a knight that was next to the horse. A young female DC approached and she was told, "You will proudly slay it!"







She put an armor on and climbed on the horse. Several pikermen approached as well and told they were going to be an escort for war.

A general called my name and said, "Even you can help. I know you are in a dream form, but you can still help." I was given a small spear and a shield. I threw the shield away as I knew I was not going to get harmed. I said, "I am going to poke our enemy knight's horse feet! The horse will go nuts and throw the knight away. I was told that I could not help in that battle.

I did not find amusing what I was doing and my dream was getting fuzzy. I started to fly again to make it stable. I saw a few trees and some weapons (swords, scythes and more old school steel weapons) I felt the dream was not stable and it ended.

I had a FA in my bed. I could not see but I had my computer in front of me. I was able to download a video from my dream and I though it was going to be a great tool to recall dreams. I tried to download the video, but the PC worked bad. I realized it had no sense and I turned lucid again. I still had no vision and I could not move. I knew I needed to fly so I made the computer vanish and tried to move. Suddenly, a voice said, "That is enough lucid dreaming for the night, wake up!" I woke up and it was actually time to wake up.

Missed dream signs:
- None.

Realized dream signs:
- Realizing I was not in the physical plane.
- Downloading a dream from my PC to who knows where.

Reality check performed:
- Hand check. Failed and turned lucid.
- Just turned lucid.

I woke up in my room but everything looked strange, the desk was different, and things were kind of wavy.
I thought maybe I was having a false awakening. I thought about it, and realized it even felt unstable and felt like
I was dreaming or thinking really hard rather than having just woke up. I looked down at my hands, and they were really blurry and weird looking.
Practiced moving objects 'with my mind' once I realized I was dreaming, lifed my entire to a sitting position using just my mind, but mainly because I was
afraid to try to move my 'dream limbs' and wake up. Anyways I ended up waking up after a short while I lost concentration.

answered my phone that was buzzing, fixed this thing on my wall, went back to sleep...

first thing I remember I was biking downtown on a bmx. random.

went to a party - climbing through ropes and stuff to get downstairs because, according to the DCs, there were loose bricks above the arch way and they didn't want them to fall? - really random..

-fragment-

I was in my res room - using my laptop and checking my email - I got an odd virus that would only let me use IE, which I hate. Dream sign - things not working properly - ended up waking up (after this fragment) and being like thank god fuck ie, etc. Kept getting weird text messages (phone not working right) in this fragment.. I remember I had actual mail on my bed (weird) and after opening it there was two leather passport-shaped leather things. One of them was addressed to me, one to s___ bow__. The passport like things had our marks for our courses on them- i remember mine was a 90 xD - and had some kind of military markings on it - sergeant I remember but with weird markings - i came to the conclusion that it said master sergeant. I realized there was a problem with them and they must've been addressed to the wrong person - after all s___ bow___'s was there which was really random. I remember wondering how the hell I was going to get them back to the mysterious sender. Later on, a____ came in, looking kinda like a player or something with his collar popped and a cigar in his mouth. he also had some kind of glasses on that made him look like eminem or something. xD He asked me if I got my marks and I said yeah (the pasport things?), he said yeah man its sick or something and lit his cigar. I told him not to smoke because the wind was blowing inside the direction of my room and I didn't want the fire alarm to go off. I looked at the wall as I pointed to the fire alarm and it was kind of like a leftover fragment of the backing of the alarm- like someone had torn it off the wall.
-fragment-

next thing i remember i was talking to a guy about the party, how the chicks there were all filthies - i showed him a text from my friend that said a couple of the chicks were squirting.. xD the text in the message kind of kept changing when i was trying to figure out who sent it to me, but i didn't really notice it consciously.
semi-lucid here - i was at what looked like res but i knew it was different - i got lost walking around after argument with two people being in my room when i didn't want them in there
weird-cartoon-looking cop showed up and asked if we needed help. i told him i was alright and kept going, should have known i was dreaming - he looked fucked and i was pretty much far away from my room at this point so I don't know how he knew about the argument.
I ended up walking out of res (getting lost) and ended up in something similar to Walmart somehow.
on my way back ran into s____ and she said she would help me find my room cause i was lost but then ditched when she ran into her friends.
I think maybe after she ditched me I ran into my friend that I talked to about the party, but that doesn't make sense because I know I got lost in res/had the argument with those people that were in my room after talking to him.. But I remember finding him as the first person when I got lost and finally found my room so I don't know..

-fragment/dream memory-
I remember that the strange version of the school is a fragment of another dream where I was riding a BMX through the different levels of res during the summer,
but the building was all torn down and destroyed and in this dream the res looked similar colours to my res rather than the abandoned building.
so the res was basically made up of the abandoned building from a different dream but painted, and with a walmart. xD
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-fragment-

I remember at one point h___ kissing me then pulling away and shaking nervously, folding into a ball on the bed saying, "its the drugs im so sorry its the drugs" etc. while i tried to comfort her.
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-fragment-
i was at the end of a hallway type thing and there was glass, on the other side of the glass was a bank.
I remember looking and seeing there was a red switch type button at the bottom, and an emergency exit button at the top..
a cop saw me looking at the glass and she pulled out her firearm and shot at me by accident because i was standing by this glass? soon as she fired she put her hands up as if to say - oh shit no
all the sudden i was at a bus stop, and she had shot me through the side of it. no more hallway or bank.. :S
she ran over to see if i was okay.. i remember after she shot at me asking myself - am i shot? and coming up with the answer, no i feel no pain - but I lay down anyways because i had a plan - i told her when she made it over to me that if she didn't want to get sued she had better get me a prescription to some pharms.
then she told the paramedics i was fine, and to leave - and then she tazed me. (maybe this was my phone vibrating?)
pretty much woke up from there - no more dreams after that - my phone's alarm went off

I've been having difficulties in finding the time to post my dreams, so I have a bunch of them waiting in line. I will post recent and old ones, interspersed, or I'll never catch up with the date.


01:30 GMT

Volunteering late night
I'm in what seems to be a mall, doing some voluntary work for some people. But they are quite snobish. I even spend a lot of money in a coat because of them and in the end they just couldn't care less about my efforts or my dedication. It's late night and my boyfriend drives us home through some roads we don't know and he feels lost, but I follow my intuition and we're on the right track.
[in RL we'd just been doing that: on a mall, getting food for the homeless people and then got back through a new road but our intuition guided us right home. No snobs involved, though.]

05:05 GMT

Guru on a librabry on a mall
Again in a mall. Shop visiting. Remember picking up some bras, but didn't buy them. There was some guy's presence - guy who had a crush on me or vice-versa, but can't recall what happened. Then I am at cash register and there's beautiful fairy dolls on the counter for only 1 EUR. I want to take one for my mother, but as I try to choose which one is cuter, the dolls inside don't match the picture outside. On one of the boxes, there's a cute fairy in red on the box's outside but inside it's military toys. I give up on that.
Then I move on to a library and remember looking at the books, but soon I spotted a staircase leading to a second floor and because I see many familiar faces, I decide to climb upstairs. On the second floor I find many buddhist practicioners sitting on cushions and some monks and lamas. They are waiting for the beginning of some teachings but I see the teacher and I don't recognize him. It is a young boy, with an indian look, more hindu-like than buddhist, but I'm curious to hear what he has to teach, so I also look for a place to sit. There are seats right in front of his trone,but they are reserved and I am sent to another room where people have to follow the teachings through a TV screen. I loose a bit of interest and I am trying to decide to stay or not, when..

Plane crash
I am instantly transported to inside an airplane. It's a big one and it's making a long trip. It's coming from Sweden, or going to Sweden or of a swedish company or at least I think so. I'm sitting on one of the seats and the airplane suddendly plunges almost vertically. I feel that rollercoaster stomach feeling very clearly as if it was real, but I think "It will be just fine." And the plane recovers for a while. Then I have a vision of a road full of ups and downs and bathed by the moonlight when the plane starts to sink again. I turn back on my seat and put my knees on the seat and grab the back of the chair with both arms. It helps reducing the feeling on the stomach, but now I'm concerned that I'm going to die, so that sensation is the least of my problems. Then I have another vision, I'm hovering above the plane and I see it crashing against some huge glass wall. Then I am floating above the earth and see the beautiful oceans, green land and fluffy clouds. Then I feel I am transported back again to inside the airplane and I can sense that the crashing on the ground is about to happen, but then I have another vision of kids playing on the street, laughing and chatting and then... I go into nothingness and in slow motion I start to wake up. I feel like I really died and this is my after-life dream.

Meditating
After a while I fell asleep again and I went back to a dream I immediately knew I had already dreamed before the plane crash, but hadn't been able to recall. So now I have an opportunity to remember it again, although it's not so interesting.
I was in my old office in Brussels and in front of me is my ex-boss who had a big crush on me and vice-versa. I look at him, knowing that I am dreaming, and trying to figure out if he is just a DC or if this is a shared dream. He looks quite real to me, but we never know for sure. I am pushed by my office colleagues to the elevator and we all descend to the -2 level. We're preparing to go somewhere but we wait for a second group (that didn't fit on the elevator with us) and which includes my boss. I wat to see him again, because a shared dream with him would be worthwile exploring. But then someone comes and says he got out on -1 level with the others and I decide it's not worth my time to go look for him.
I decide to check this floor and to think about next lucid step. I remember that my guru told me to just sit and meditate but once again the usula problem: too many people around who will distract me. Then I see a door that leads to a huge warehouse-type of place and there's people there too, but I spot a kind of pedestal and I fly to sit on top of it. I'm sure nobody will disturb me up there. I cross my legs, I can distinctively see the floor and my legs and the veins in my legs. I feel confortable and because I totally focus my eyes on the floor, all the rest of the dream scenario fades around me. I forgot the vizualisations I was supposed to do, but I just breathe in and out without loosing focus and feel happy that it is working. Then I experience total loss of weight, I feel floating myself in space and then I get a sensation that I am plunging backwards with my head into a black-hole. I don't allow it to scare me. It actually feels very blissful. I let myself go with this falling sensation and then I feel sort of vibrations in my temples, then forehead and then eyes. In the end it feels more like someone is tapping on my head, but I stay relaxed. Then I feel I am close to wake, because I can hear the street noise, the kids going to school, car engines strating, etc. But I hold on and then I wake up to realise I'm still in a dream. I'm back in the warehouse but now there's a mirror in front of me. I look at it and I don't know now what to do. Should have went back to meditation but instead I plunged in the mirror and went to the black void again. More vibrations, more falling sensation. Almost waking up, hearing the street noises again and then waking up again in a dream. This happened maybe 3 or 4 times through different ways and led me to think I was again in a loop not managing to wake up - but this time I didn't really want to anyway.
Last time I wake up in front of the mirror, I am dressed in a green barely covering the skin, outfit, with a kind of corselet with ties across my chest and stomach with lots of skin showing and hot pants. I felt hot. I wanted to see my boobies. I opened the corselet but was disappointed to see that my boobies were actually smaller than in RL. Oh well... I could try to make them bigger, but what was the point. I am still admiring my dream body so I get all naked. Then some guy comes and says they need to close the warehouse so I need to go away - nevermind he has a hot naked girl in front of him. So I flew away to the exit and now my lucidity was dropping fast. Just remember entering a bar where lots of guys were having a drink but none of them seemed to care about the hot naked lady who just came in. I didn't know anymore what was the point of this dream, so I gave up and woke up.

08:00 GMT

Non-dream Dream Lucid-Dream

I went for a nap 3 hours ago and had like 7 lucid dreams. But most of them I couldn't do anything. Here's the best one: I wake up in my room, paralyzed. I realize that if I wiggle my fingers around, Ill get the rest of my body. I sit up. And there is a ton of stuff on the floor like clothes and trash. My vision is extremely blurred. I think to myself "well this isn't right, Im in a dream!" I walk out into my living room and everything is dull colors. Almost black and white. Shades of gray. I walk to my front glass door. I look outside. Its full of color. I hear rain. As soon as I step outside everything got extremely clear. With full and utter clarity. Theres a big rectangular pool outside with dark blue water. Theres palm trees around. Its raining. The place was filled with awesome tranquility. I jump into the pool. The water feels real. The water was warm. The sounds and the feeling felt completely real! I stood in the water looking around completely amazed. I wake up.

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In short, I have recently been having dreams right after I fall asleep, dreams where I wake up in my bed, do something in my room or apartment, then wake up in my bed only 20 minutes after I had gone to bed.

This has happened three times in the last 2 weeks
- first time I woke up in my bed, realized I was dreaming, then woke up for real in my bed.

-two nights later I woke up, went to my door, opened it and saw a strange figure, realized I was dreaming, then tried doing some lucid dreaming stuff to no avail, stumbled back to my bed, woke up for real, again only 20 or so minutes after I had gone to bed.

-the most recent time was last night when I dreamed that I was organizing some papers on the floor of my room, I felt extremely tired, and just wanted to sleep, then woke up and realized that I had been sleeping, this again was only a short time after I had gone to bed.

This seems to happen more when I go to bed pretty late. It is weird because I have never had dreams just after I fall asleep like this before, now it is happening all the time it seems like. Also I haven't been trying to remember my dreams or anything recently, let alone become lucid, it is just happening. Are these false awakenings of some sort? Maybe it will happen again tonight...

DJ Log: November 6, 2010 – Morning, 8:30AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

#1. Lack of recall (fragment)
I remember having a very vivid, but short dream. There was plenty of out-of-control flying and crashing through trees and other things, but I don't recall very much of this one at all.

#2. Goodbye annoying DC!!!
(Note: This one was quite interesting, as I had several false awakenings that all landed me back into my bed with my hat in the exact position that I went to sleep with. Sometimes, when it's cold I'll sleep with a knit hat on instead of turning up the heat. During the dream, I clearly recognized that I completed one of my short-term dream goals, but failed to realize that I had also completed the basic task of the month. It's quite possible that flying into something in the previous dream lead me to this scene.)

I get up out of bed and push my hat up and out of my eyes. Realizing that I went to sleep with a hat on, I wonder if I am really awake or not. I walk into my living room to find a large mirror on the floor. Thinking that this is somewhat strange, I lift the mirror and lean it against the table. Upon not being able to see my reflection in the mirror, I became lucid. I began to move around, trying to align my reflection in the mirror with no success. A DC is standing behind me, asking me if I was dreaming, over and over and over again. I think about trying to put my hand through the mirror, but am quite distracted by my DC. Becoming quite annoyed at the DC, I turn around to tell him to shut up. The moment I turn, he looks away from me. I wave my hand in the air, as if I was waving goodbye and the DC begins to melt into a puddle on the floor. I yell at the melting DC, “Thank you for melting into nothing, you annoying mother-f***er. You just aided me in completing one of my short-term dream goals.” The DC stares at me with a frightened expression while he melts away into a smoldering puddle on the floor. I am already lucid at this point, but I decide to try an RC that has never worked for me before, pushing my finger through my hand. It is a difficult decision to choose which finger I wanted to try, as there are at least 8 fingers on my right hand and only 3 on my left. While looking at my right hand, all of my fingers fall off of my left hand and land on the floor. I finally jab the first finger on my right hand into my left palm. There is a bit of resistance at first, but I am able to push it through. I want to see if I can see the finger coming out the other side, so I turn my hand over. While turning my hand over, I hear a loud noise that sounds like a loud burst of static from a 2-way radio. I immediately false-awakened and found myself back in my bed with my hat pulled over my eyes.

Realizing that I am still lucid, I quickly get out of bed and push my hat up from over my eyes. While pushing my hat up, I count 7 fingers on each hand and no thumbs. I walk into my living room again and see that the large mirror is now hanging on the wall. There is a DC standing just to the left of me. After glaring at the DC for a moment, I walk over to the mirror and stare into it. I can see my reflection, but it is very fuzzy and distorted. I lean a bit closer to the mirror and put my hands on the surface. The surface felt solid at first, but gave way after a brief moment. My hands, then arms pass into the glass, then I completely fall into the mirror. While falling through the mirror, I heard a loud pop sound. I false-awaken into my bed again with my hat pulled over my eyes.

I reach up and push my hat from over my eyes, while counting at least 7 fingers on each hand. I try to get out of bed, but realize that my legs are paralyzed. I am fairly certain that the SP from my real body is penetrating into my dream. There are no walls or ceiling in my bedroom, as I can see the dark sky in all directions. I try to stabilize the dream by spinning. The whole room begins to spin and I start to feel nauseous. After trying to stabilize for a while, I attempt to move again. Suddenly, the ambient light in my bedroom changes from dark to relatively bright, as the sunlight from outside was starting to shine in the windows. As soon as the light changes, I am able to move freely and count 4 fingers and a thumb on each hand. I try the nose RC and am sure that I am awake for real. I sit down at my PC to write this journal entry, and RC a couple more times to make sure I'm really awake.

Lucidity: 6/10
Vividness: 7/10
Length: ~5 Min.

I was in my bed and got up. My dad said that we were going some where. So we were in our car and I thought that I might be in a dream. I thought "but it feels so real" and stuff like that . Then I tried to lift a rock using Earthbending and it worked. So I jumped out of the car. I walked to a playground and someone said that something wasn't working. So I just did what ever too it and said that works now. And it worked. Then I looked up and saw Keona. I was like "wow I still remember what she looks like." So I ran over there to try to fuck her. She was getting uglier by the second. Then I found out she turned into a guy and was like "fuck, that sucks." And I woke up.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

[I apologize in advance for how much of the page this entry takes up. It was my longest lucid dream to date, though, and I wanted to make the best record of it I could.]

I'm at my old high school, outside the entrance to my mom's old classroom. The open-air entrance on one side of the classroom and the semi-enclosed atrium on the other side are reversed from the sides they're on in real life. I'm listening to an old woman [Betty J.? Aunt Edie? I'm not sure] talk about life. I also remember reading some text about how in the old days, we just lived together with love and respect for one another as a matter of course, without any need for external forces like social programs to manipulate or engineer good feelings between people. [Yep. That sounds like my mind, all right.]

I'm playing PackRat. [Again. I am so sick of dreaming about PackRat, and I know perfectly well that the only way to stop dreaming about it is to stop playing it. That'll happen at the end of this year, I hope.] I discover that the reason an old collection cannot be completed is that they created all the cards, with artwork and everything, but never actually made them available to players.

I'm looking through a rack of envelopes of photo prints, organized by the subject of the photos.

I'm reading a novel on a shiny, black electronic reader. The last page of one chapter has a small illustration of a rolling, bouncing boulder on it [this illustration is from a particular PackRat card]. The electronic reader has small, rectangular “previous page” and “next page” buttons in the lower right corner. It also has readouts in the lower left corner of the screen that show remaining battery life and how many inches from your eyes the screen is. It says that a distance of at least 9 inches is recommended. I see my reflection in its surface and am surprised to discover that I'm wearing glasses. [I don't wear them in real life, but I might have to, someday.]

I go to say good night to my dad. He shows me that he's discovered a way to screw this cylindrical part onto his guitar so that it still has its protective plastic cover.

WBTB at 3:58 A.M. I stayed up for 10-15 minutes, taking notes on the dreams I recalled so far. Then I listened to the second half of my binaural beats file and continued doing affirmations, this time including remembering to stabilize my dream as one of them. I then spent about 45 minutes being kept awake by my coughing and sneezing, but eventually, I managed to get back to sleep. I think I even experienced sleep paralysis for the first time ever; I remember a moment when it felt like my body was vibrating or shaking really fast.

When I find myself in House #1, I immediately know I'm dreaming. [Since I was lucid from the very beginning and can remember a little bit of the sleep paralysis, I think I may have just performed a successful WILD, even though I didn't originally intend to.] This time, I succeed in remembering to stop and take in the scene before doing anything else, in order to stabilize the dream. Once again, I gaze around in awe of the fact that my mind can create such a detailed and realistic environment. Everything looks real, even though I know it's not. I walk around the house a bit, and when I get to the sinks in the bathroom and kitchen, I look at the faucets and quietly expect them to turn on, and they do, without my touching them. [I think that's pretty cool.]

I go out into the study, which looks pretty much just as it did in reality, except that the space inside it is entirely filled with spiderwebs. I turn back and go back into the house, with spiderwebs sticking all over me. When I come back in, I accidentally let a spider into the house, too. It has a big, nearly spherical body with stripes in two different shades of gray. I squash it while it's walking along the wall in the master bedroom. Then I discover another, even bigger, red spider/crab thing on the carpet, and squash that one, too, saying something about how sorry I am for making a stain on the carpet. [The carpet I squashed the spider into was light brown and semi-shaggy. House #1 never had carpet like that; that's the kind of carpet we have in House #3. I didn't notice this until after I woke up, at which point I found it highly amusing that the details of the carpet had been off in one of my dreams and I hadn't noticed. ]

My mom is there in the house. [I don't really remember the specifics of this part, but] I lie down on the bed in the master bedroom and get under the covers so that my parents won't see that I'm quivering and shaking in the throes of SP. [I don't even know.]

I decide I want to leave the house and go explore other parts of this dream world, but I feel obliged to take leave of my parents first and tell them where I'm going, but I want to keep it a secret from them that I'm dreaming. I say to myself, “If I told them I was going to school, would they believe me? Given the setting, they might.” As I say this, what I have in mind is that I'm going to pretend to be setting out on foot for my junior high school. [Funny; that was the only school I ever took the school bus to. I did walk from my house to the bus stop, though.]

I walk through the side yard toward the front gate. I find my parents in the corner of the yard, where the wall with said gate in it meets the wall of the neighbors' house, doing some kind of yard work. I say, “I'm going to school. Bye, Mom!”

“Bye, (Emiko)!” says my mom, and it sounds exactly the same as it always does when my real mom says it. [Obviously, an unaltered memory.] “Have a good day!”

“You, too!” I say, or something like it. I walk out through the front gate and down toward the street. The neighborhood seems more spacious and spread-out than it is in reality. Now that no one is looking, I begin flying, taking off from the middle of the street and traveling parallel to it and upward from it at an angle, like an airplane taking off.

As I fly higher into the air, the dream and my dream consciousness start to fade away. Now, having read the DEILD tutorial, I had some idea of what to do. I lay absolutely still in my bed and concentrated intently on the dream I had just been having, willing myself to start dreaming again. It worked. [First successful DEILD, too! I was really on a roll last night!]

I end up in a group of interconnected, upstairs rooms in a building somewhere. I seem to have flown there. The rooms are white, and there are chairs, upholstered stools, and bookshelves in them. From reading a plaque on a wall near a doorway, I learn that these rooms are reading rooms dedicated to a strange alternate take on Christianity, centered around an alternate set of gospels written by different people. [I didn't recognize it as any sect that exists in real life.] One of the rooms has an analog clock on the wall. It doesn't have numbers, just a circle and two hands, all made of the same rough, gray metal. Even though I already know I'm dreaming, I deliberately look at the clock, glance away, and then look at it again to see if the hands have jumped. The first time I try this, they seem to be in pretty much the same position they were in, so I try again. The second time, they've jumped to a totally different position. I am pleased with myself; again, I was expecting that to happen, so it did.

I leave these rooms and start walking down a flight of stairs. The dream starts to fade again, but again, I manage to stay in it through sheer willpower.

The stairs end in a wide hallway. There is a set of double doors to the right, leading into a room. Judging by the decorations and items outside these doors and inside the room, it looks like there's a wedding going on. Am I the bride? I wonder, but when I enter the large, rectangular room and see the retail-style displays of clothing and stuff, I think, Oh, good. Just a fair, then. I see a real-life friend [I forget who] to my right, who says to me, “Cute dress, (Emiko)!”

“Thank you!” I answer, even though I think this is an odd thing to say, because all I'm wearing is a damp, clammy black blanket wrapped around me. It feels like it's made of swimsuit material. I continue further into the room, turning to my left and walking that way. I look down and to the left, between two racks of clothing, and see another real-life friend, Eleanor B. She's wearing a royal-blue bridesmaid dress [the one she was wearing the last time I saw her in real life, which was at the wedding of some mutual friends]. I call her name twice to get her attention. She looks up, sees me, and stands up to talk to me. I come over and talk to her. When I take a closer look at the clothes hanging on the rack we're standing next to, I say something like, “And are these the new Christmas sweatshirts from Target? Cute! I want!” The sweatshirts are white and have patterns on them of snowflakes made up of narrow lines, either in shades of pink or shades of teal. They also have hems and seams in those colors. I take one pink one and one teal one off the rack and carry them with me. They feel soft.

I leave that room and find myself outside. In the distance, I can see big mountains with snow on top of them. I continue exploring and somehow [I don't remember the exact route I took] make it into an old Japanese temple (or residence, or something). It has a very old, very traditional room with tatami mats on the floor. I pry off each of my sneakers in turn, using the toe of the other foot (suddenly, I'm wearing sneakers, I think). [Yes, I actually thought that while in the dream. Now that I think of it, I think I was suddenly wearing regular clothes, too.] Leaving my sneakers (the exact same ones I have in real life, I note) out in the passageways, I enter the room with the tatami mats and walk around in it. I can feel the mats and my socks under my feet. I say aloud to myself, “Wait – we're allowed to walk around in here? Oh – of course we are; that's what I was expecting.” Yet again, something is so because I expected it to be so. [In all my real-life experience visiting historical tourist sites in Japan, we were never allowed to actually enter the rooms with the tatami; we were only allowed to look into them from the outside. I always wanted to walk around inside them, though, so now, in a dream, I got my wish. Cool.]

Outside of this room are some passageways that are all painted a dusty shade of teal, and have wooden signs hanging in them. I walk around in here for a few minutes. One of the signs says “Telephone,” and indeed, there is a pay telephone on the wall in a wooden box. It looks like an old tourist facility.

One of the doorways within these passageways leads into a spacious, modern restaurant that I recognize as the one inside the onsen [hot spring] that I visited while I was living in Japan. There are a few people sitting at tables here and there. I walk through the restaurant, looking for one of my real-life friends [I don't remember which one now]. I don't find her there, so I decide to head for the restaurant's exit and go somewhere else.

The way to the exit is through a long passageway with a wall on the right side and an upholstered bench on the left side where guests can sit and wait for tables, which separates the passageway from the rest of the restaurant. There are two people sitting on the bench. As I approach the door, I think, What shall I do next? Task of the Month – cell phone – oh, yeah! For a split second I think of getting out my cell phone to text somebody, but then I remember the new Task of the Month for November. I turn to one of the two DCs sitting on the bench, the one sitting nearest the door, who happens to be a black, pregnant woman. “Hey, can I tell you what I'm thankful for?” I say to her.

“Okay.” She straightens, sitting forward on the edge of the bench, listening to me.

“I'm thankful for my family, and [something else I can't remember now], and my computer, and for being able to come here!” I say. [Meaning, to the dream world.] Unfortunately, the dream starts to fade again just as I'm finishing my sentence.

FA in which, instead of being me, I'm Cobb. Mal is there when I wake up, the real one. [They're characters from Inception.] We talk about something, probably the dream I just had. [I don't remember now exactly what it was we talked about, but dude. That was a really weird FA.]

FA in which I count my fingers while they're spread out against the legs of my jeans. When I find I have a sixth finger on my left hand, my reaction is, “Oh, damn. Gosh-darn it!” Apparently, I really want to actually be awake. But I'm still feeling sleepy, so I lie down, sprawling over the sides of the white, wooden bench I'm sitting on.

When I woke up for real, I just lay there for several minutes because my body still felt heavy. I recalled my dream and was pretty impressed.

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Side notes:

That was the longest lucid dream I've ever had. I'm also very impressed and pleased with the number of times I succeeded in controlling what happened just by expecting something to happen. I really got the hang of that skill last night. Finally, I'm amazed that I managed to stay lucid for that long, and to force myself to keep dreaming so many times when the dream threatened to end. Wow!