false awakening

The first thing I was able to see is two police officers in a SVU show talking. I must have been in third person point of view as I became in 1st person shortly after. My brother and I were seeing this cop show playing and we realize it had started from the beginning. So I told my brother I would fast forward the clips as there were some scenes I didn't care to see. The remote controller was refusing to work properly, instead of fast forwarding it simply pause. Not too long after I have an FA and during this transition I began to realize that I had been dreaming all along.

That's when the transition had end and I awoken to find myself in the bed. I was in my father room and could tell a few things were different how it usually look. Outside was dim but when it shine through the window it made it darker than usual. I figure I must still be dreaming. There was a mirror all the way at the end of the bed. I can see an apple underneath my mouth near the top of my neck. I get off the bed, my dream memories told me that I had fallen asleep with this and apple and now it has become apart of me.

With some effort I manage to pull the apple out. I rather eat apples not wear them. I then toss it on the carpet and found my way back to the bed. I notice that one of the covers I usually sleep in was missing. Suddenly I wake up. Lucidity Time: 52 seconds

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember being in my room at my mom's house. My older sister was asleep on my bed, while Sam was under my bed (the bed was slightly taller) on her laptop. I walked into my bathroom. My sister had woken up and followed me in there. "I'm about to take a nap." she told me.

She then made to go back into my room, but then I became annoyed. "Go to sleep in your bed.." I growled. She gave me a pissy look. I looked on the floor. Percy, my bearded dragon, was looking up at me.

Suddenly, I wasn't in the dream anymore. I was back in my bed.

'This had happened to me last night,' I thought. 'I woke up from a very short dream and I had a false awakening. Maybe it's happening again. Nah, maybe not...'

I was laying on my side with my left arm under the pillow. I heard my family downstairs, talking low; 'probably getting ready for breakfast,' I thought.

'That can't be right, though. my step mom has work, and my brother wouldn't be up at this time...'

I slipped my hand up through the covers, clasped my nose, and breathed in just to make sure.

Sure enough, it was like my fingers weren't even there.

Before I moved, I remembered where I was. 'You're in a dream. Hang on..' I tried to prop myself up on my elbow, but was having a very difficult time doing so, like I was stuck to my bed by a very large wad of chewing gum. So I tried to take it slowly. I still had my 'eye mask' on, and I didn't move to take it off yet. I remember feeling the coolness of my pillow as I was trying to get my arm out from under it.

I reached out my right arm with much difficulty, and felt for my bedside table. The cool corner of the table brushed my fingertips. At first, I was grabbing on for support, but then I just placed my hand fully on it, trying to ground myself and increase my sense of touch. To test it, I wanted to see if I could 'break' the corner with expectation, but before I could finish expecting it, I was back in my regular bed in RL.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID



I remember I was doing my WILD technique, when suddenly I found myself in my bedroom at my dad's house, sleeping in my sister's bed. Sam called my name. She sounded close. I grunted in reply, because I was "asleep," doing my WILD attempt. She threw something at me on the bed. I opened my eyes and looked at it. It was her phone. A message was open on it that was a conversation between her, my mom, and some guy that wanted a dog [that we didn't have]. I read the messages for a moment, then I found myself back doing my WILD attempt again, in my bed at my mom's house (where I started). A couple seconds passed. I realized where I had just "been."

'Dang, I was just dreaming.' I thought.

About a minute passed. I could feel slight vibrations in my body, and, now that I think about it, I didn't really feel anything at all. I almost felt "wide awake."

I heard thunder roll outside my window, and rain began to pick up. I wondered what time it was. Then I heard my sister and my brother come into my room. They were talking about the storm, "It's starting again." I heard my sister say. I wondered why they were in my room, but my main curiosity was about the thunder and rain. Were we under a thunderstorm or tornado warning? I decided to call this WILD attempt a bust. I sat up, and RCed just in case. I almost knew it before I even did the RC. Sure enough, I was in a false awakening. I tried to control my emotions and actions, but they had already begun to take over me, and I started to rush like I normally do in my lucid dreams. I was ripping my sleep mask off and getting off my slightly larger bed before I told myself that I need to stabilize and remember where I am. I stopped myself moving with MUCH difficulty. I was excited. I could see a little bit of white light coming through my window.

"Okay," I said out loud, to myself. I closed my eyes (which was probably a mistake) for a second, then opened them again. "You are in a dream right now. You can do anything..." But before I could finish grounding myself, the desires of myself started to take over. I walked over to my bedside table and tried to turn on my lamp. But of course it didn't work. I almost told it to light itself, but something else occured to me. I realized I was halfway hunched over, staring at a stuffed animal on my bed. It had a frightened look. I realized what was making me hunched over was my hair. It weighed a good 10 pounds on top of my head, and was all in front of my face. I tried to move it out of the way, but it would barely budge.

So I said, "Hair, UP!" Suddenly, my hair began twisting around to the back of my head. I felt around for my hair. Sure enough, it was "up", like the direction. I don't know what was holding it up. And then I added, "like in a ponytail..." Then, my hair began twisting itself all around and formed its own crude ponytail holder. It felt a little loose and I could see that it was bumpy in my mirror that was now very close to my bed. I then said, "Erase bumps." But I didn't get to see what would happen, because, before I knew it, I was back in RL, in my bed, still doing my WILD attempt. My chest felt hot. My heart was pounding. 'This can't be good to feel.' I thought. I tried to stabilize my breathing and focus on the lucid dream I had just exited. But, to no avail. I decided I should probably get up and record the dream, anyway.

Morning of July 14, 2015. Tuesday.



Instead of my first dream of the night being sensual and lucid as usual (probably due to the so-called Tetris effect regarding actual lovemaking), they have remained so for a couple days throughout and as such, have not much of a plot otherwise. Still, one has enough additional detail to perhaps post online as it involves one of those common (to me) imagery-based events that seem very familiar, even nostalgic, yet completely fictional.

Yet again, I am back in my (implied) teenage years in Cubitis. The bed is aligned east to west along the northeast corner against the outer carport door (that door being perpendicular to the main entrance into the living room), which is where it was during the height of unexplainable clearer dreams associated with my wife-to-be before we met.

There is another presence in the room other than Zsuzsanna and I on the west side, supposedly also with a bed in the room; an unknown female, though who leaves in a short time without saying or doing anything other than a straight walk out the door from my room (without acknowledging us), though it does not seem that much of a privacy issue even though it seems possible she may return (though she does not). After an extensive level of intimacy with augmented touch with Zsuzsanna, and even though it is semi-dark, I find myself looking at some sort of “impossible” Warren-like comic magazine/“computer” composite in the same location on my bed (it is not much like an ipad - but more like a normal magazine though with computerized pages), though which transforms into solely a comic magazine after a short time, though mostly in color. Firstly, there is a black-and-white splash page that shows a scene similar to art from near the end of the “Heavy Metal” movie (from 1981) with a female riding a winged creature. There is some sort of ambiguity that implies more imagery can somehow be inserted into the page into any white space with some sort of software routine. Although I contemplate this idea, I do not use it or see any options to do what is implied (or any context menu showing additional art to be inserted wherever - the ground below the winged creature is mostly white and featureless, implying that perhaps figures or buildings can be inserted as well as perhaps something else in the sky).

It soon gets more and more “familiar” (as if I had read through the fictional magazine numerous times in the past) as I turn the pages. There is a page that is somewhat like “Wizards” movie scenes (from 1977) in a typical Bodē-like three-by-three vertically narrow nine panel layout. Eventually, I am looking at what seems to be a very unlikely but “familiar” Vaughn Bodē Erotica comic, yet featuring Disney’s Magica De Spell. She appears to be standing (on the right side of each panel) and engaged in conversation with another female “duck” over most of the nine panels. The art becomes so vivid and detailed (and focused with full clarity upon), I partially forget I am dreaming and start to reflect on the intense “familiarity” of this book. It seems, though, that each page is only a “demo” (or sample) of various other magazines and I do not quite recall if I have all or some of the full copies elsewhere. (Magica De Spell was actually one of the first cartoon characters that appeared in dreams from age four, though only in two-dimensional still images and not really that often). This of course distracts me from my lucidity, though I do eventually shift into other sensual scenes without any comic imagery. I even enter a lucid “false awakening” (which is fairly rare) as if I am more lucid in coming out of another lucid dream. (Typically, concerning non-lucid dreams, my false awakenings are almost always far less vivid than the previous dream, though real movies that use this trick imply the opposite. The fact they are less vivid at least with me, is probably one reason why they “work” as a false awakening in the first place - with less reasoning skills available than the previous main dream.)

DILD #1:

I had an earlier dream where I was flying around with Dreamer at night. She was carrying me in her arms, but she was having difficulty flying because I was so heavy. I tried telling myself that I was as light as a feather, didn't work very well.

DILD #2:

I had another dream where I was waiting for a plane to take me to perth, but I was in the United states for some reason. I didn't know when the plane was supposed to leave and then I realized I didn't have to leave for another 3 days.

I slowly realized it was a dream and wandered around the airport for awhile. I watched workers furiously trying to clean airplanes and get the luggage on board. I also stole some food from vending machines and ate it while I calmly explored.

After awhile I decided that I wanted to do some tasks. I tried to remember some but got very nervous and worried about waking up. I woke up almost immediately, remembered some tasks, then waited to deild. I was shaken awake in the dream (back at the airport) by this chubby African girl. She was quite pretty and she had a really thick accent. I thanked her and wondered if she was one of those traditional dream guides that people keep talking about. I had her follow me around because I figured that she might be helpful.

I began walking around the halls looking for a painting; I said to myself, "There will be a painting behind me!"

There was, but then I heard the African girl say in her thick accent, "There's no painting there."

The painting immediately disappeared. I walked around a corner while saying to myself, "There is a painting around that corner!"

There was, and I made it fly into my hands with telekinesis. I was staring at it when the girl pulled at my arm. I looked back at her and she had a friend with her now. I looked back at the painting and it was now a map of Europe. I was getting a bit frustrated with this naughty DC that kept messing with me. I looked away and back at the painting again and it looked like a black and white illustration of an assembled jigsaw puzzle. I figured that was good enough so I threw it on the ground and made it grow and stretch until it was big enough for me to dive into. I guess that I should also mention that this entire time the annoying girl dc was pulling at my shirt incessantly. She was QuiTe annoying! But I tried to just ignore her.

The painting was on the ground and I was ready to dive in! I got in the standard diving stance and then dove in head first, right into a hard, solid floor. I slowly got absorbed into painting as I rested there. The world was black, I figured that I must have been in the black part of the painting so I walked until it got white. I could see more black lines off in the distance. Not the most exciting experience, but I thought it made sense. I jumped out of the painting and decided that I was now in a hospital instead of an airport. The two African girls are still there following me around. I saw this blonde lady receptionist that reminded me of one of the girls from Dr. Who. I beckoned her to follow me too as I walked outside.

It was dark and wet, and there was snow gently falling all around. I saw an old friend standing out on the curb. I figured he would be a helpful dc. I asked him if he had the mysterious seeds I needed (while also reaching in my pocket to find some just in case he didn't have any). He pulled a handful of assorted seeds from out of his pocket. They looked like an array of various nuts - cashews, almonds, macademias, and pistachios. I chose the only one I didn't recognize and threw it in the dirt. I stood there, staring at the ground with my motley crew of acquired dream characters. We eagerly waited for it to grow. Got too excited and woke up.

DILD #3:

I was at my parents' house in Colorado. My mom was cooking a vegan feast with green chili and beans. She was telling me that I should do some things for my dad so that he would be more likely to help me out if I needed it. I got really upset and said that it wasn't right that I had to do things like that as an exchange in order to have his love and support. I think I threw a tortilla in my rage. My dad came downstairs and started talking about facts and figures, keeping everything rational and away from emotions, where it was safe. I noticed that I could draw lines on the wall with my mind and I thought for a few seconds that maybe I just had super powers. Then I realized that I was dreaming and I walked outside and started to fly. I was having trouble flying but I was still enjoying it. I woke up after a few minutes of flying around the neighborhood.


DILD #4:

I was watching an 80s movie with Dreamer that had Brendan Fraser with long hair in it. It was about a group of hackers that were rebelling against these humanoid machines that had kidnapped another genius hacker for her brilliant programming skills. The hacker group had somehow managed to make it so that the machines couldn't see them, all except for one special machine that had the sense of smell, he could still smell them when they were near him. Brendan Fraser was running down the street from these special machines that had been built specifically to entice him. They had huge lower bodies that were covered in knotted pubes, it was supposed to attract him because that is what he was supposedly into, but it just looked ridiculous. He eluded them behind a wall when one of the machines saw me watching from a distance and she spat flames at me. I said to her, "Are you serious?" then shot flames back at her. It singed her slightly then I suddenly felt very poweful. I made all of the machine women in the area erupt in flames that were so hot that they turned to ashes.

I then walked over to a spot on the parking lot pavement and dropped a seed in the earth. A clone of myself separated from my body and walked off but the body that I was watching the dream from stayed to watch the plant grow. A long, vine-like plant grew straight up from the ground until it was about 5 feet tall. It then sprouted these bright red flower buds at the very top. I walked away to look for something inanimate to talk to and I decided that a car would be a good choice. I said to the nearest car, "HEY, how's it goin'?"

The car suddenly had eyes and a mouth but it appeared to be sleeping. I tried again, "Hello, are you awake?"

I noticed that I had a text message from some stranger that wanted to help me saying, "Hi, can I help you?"

I responded, "Who are you?"

Then a green-haired bully came from out of nowhere and started attacking me. I threw him to the ground to subdue him then the dream ended. I tried to stay still to wait for another dream to begin. I had a false awakening with my old friend from a previous dream and I was telling him about the lucid dream I just had and I was showing him the weird text message that interrupted me. Haha, woops.

Wake up in a dream, lucid, I'm at a house with some people. One guy's brother is a soldier, and not very nice, he almost tries to kill me, but I have the powers of air and fire and he backs off. We all go to a dance, then sleep and wake up again, but in a different dream world.

Morning of June 30, 2015. Tuesday.



This is one of those odd but generic dreams with mostly only louder audio over a seemingly long time period, though I do have my eyes open at some points in both my main dream and in my false awakenings. It has several false awakenings as well as real partial awakenings where I hear my wife’s breathing (which seems to somehow be creating the other voice at times), though it is only barely audible. Although I would classify it as a typical environmentally-influenced dream, the change in sound in-dream in contrast to the actual audio (as well as its volume) is rather bizarre. This has also sometimes happened when I fell asleep during a television broadcast (as well as with music) and, although the sound sometimes sounded the same in-dream, it sometimes changed in dramatic ways. (Similar to having one-second dreams every few minutes while in semi-sleep while watching television, sometimes which are mostly like the real image, sometimes which are completely different, often having a grid or thin lines or even briefly glowing “asterisks” in some parts).

In my dream, I continuously hear an old classmate (Bobby S) speaking to me (which is strange, as I have not heard his voice since 1976). I am not sure if it is by telephone or directly near me, but I do not see him, so I assume we are having a long telephone conversation. (Unlike similar dreams of this nature, the sound comes from the environment rather than the ear that is on my pillow.) He does say “good morning” at first. I do not recall most of what else was said or spoken about and he does most of the talking (sometimes even seeming to answer me when I do not perceive myself as speaking). Though we were not that friendly in reality (even having a brief fist fight in high school), he sounds very friendly in my dream. Every now and then, either a false awakening or a temporary partial awakening comes about randomly. I do not seem to be cognizant of sleep paralysis - which I assume (only in conscious afterthought) that I must be in to be so “grounded” in my actual bed next to Zsuzsanna as a continuous (and undistorted) setting. However, there are none of the pleasant feelings and augmented “conscious-self-as-dream-maker” awareness as with sleep paralysis.

Black: non-dream
Blue: non-lucid
Red: lucid

Dream 1 - Earthquake
I just remember a clip from a dream where I thought we were having another earthquake or something... At first I thought I felt tremors, then I thought that maybe it was an earthquake about to come, then all of a sudden the whole bloody world just started shaking violently. I think I tried ducking underneath something but I can't remember the context very well.

Dream 2 - Fresh baked bread
I bake bread from time to time to save money and because I enjoy it, it's a fairly new hobby and I made my best loaf last night.. I had a dream about cutting a piece off and then tearing it up to share around with my flatmates, they tried it and I knew it was good, but for some reason I think there was a lack of interaction and I was a bit skeptical to the realism of the dream.

Dream 3 - Fucking evil thing chasing me
The kind of fucked up dream where you just KNOW that something is after you even though you haven't seen anything... I was in a sort of combination between the chemistry labs at uni and the chemistry labs at my old high school, I was trying to get away from something and I ran into a room with an exit on each side. The doors were getting smacked on and the walls were closing in.. Like really fast.. I just knew I had to get out of there, at some point it became SUPER realistic as I kind of tapped into a semi-lucid state and decided to dispel the dream. At first I thought I had woken up and was pretty stoked, but then I wondered why I wasn't in my room O_O so I concluded that I must still be dreaming... Then I started getting chased again >_<
So now I'm back in the same room and the walls close in again, this time everything is fast-paced-super-realistic-action-like, I see a small window and run towards it pushing it open and then climbing through. I think something happens and I have to climb back inside, and everything is just chaos but super vivid.

Seems like the more stressed I am about something, the more stressful my dreams, which also helps me remember them a bit.

fell asleep at 23:45, with the mantra "I have lucid dreams every night"

I don't know If i woke up at my 6:10 alarm, but when i woke up at the 7:00 alarm, I remembered an FA:

Attempted WILD, FA:
I remember lying on my bed, at night. It was very dark, but I was watching a video on my laptop: "An intro to WILDs" I tried one of the exercises, and successfully created a dreamlet, but reawoke in the same FA when i attempted to do an RC. I try again, this time successfuly doing the RC, but fail to realize I'm dreaming because I feel so happy that I succeeded at WILDing. The dream fades.

I wake up at 8:15, remembering some fragments about running down a hallway, calling out to a friend to "get on his plane". I also vaguely remember being a WWII fighter pilot and having a superior who was bent on destroying me. I also recall a small visual fragment of showing my then-girlfriend a gift I got her: a Christmas-themed manual photocopier. I give it a quick look-over to figure out how it works, but am interrupted when she says it's worthless. I don't remember anything after that.

At 8:30, i decide to experiment with WILD. I use laberge's 61 point relaxation, hitting vivid dreamlets at the 10th point. They get deeper and deeper, and I remain aware even though I'm not using any anchors or anything(), and as I approach entry-depth dreamlets, I am awoken by a dog.
I notice, to my surprise, that 30 minutes have passed. I wake up for the day.

I had signed up to play this online Lego game where your character, a Lego person was able to move around the world, build buildings, vehicles, etc in a big megaserver. (Kind of Roblox type thing, but with real Legos)

I looked through the missions that you could play for the day and most of them looked pretty boring. All of the missions were displayed on this title screen in little landscape portraits. Playing a mission gave you more Legos. There was also some steam workshop type setup to make your own levels, and most of the levels advertised were player-made. There was one mission that looked suited to my talents. It involved getting to a nav point 12 kilometers away from the starting point while avoiding getting killed enemies.

I dropped in in a Lego mech-suit that I had built. It looked something like the mech suits from the James Cameron avatar. (Yes, I have to clarify which avatar I am talking about, even when it comes to the mech suits since Legend of Korra has mech suits now...) Not a perfect replica by any means but it gave me that sort of vibe.

I remember a voice in the game telling me that I had to connect the oxygen supply so that my character could breathe. I connected one of those bendy lego tubes from my cockpit to one of the oxygen tanks on the front of the mecha-suit.

The planet I was on looked like Laythe from Kerbal Space Program. Minimal texture quality and detail. The navigation marker showing me the point that I had to get to (I think I was rescuing someone, actually) It looked like a KSP target marker as well. I was also getting a Spore vibe for some reason.

I remember beginning to walk to the maker. I began to be attacked by these red and white fighter ships, also made of Legos. My mech suit had a large machine gun that shot lego studs. When they hit the fighters, they disintegrated into piles of legos in the most satisfying way you could imagine.

The fighters came few and far between at first, but the difficulty quickly amped up to obscene levels as squadron upon squadron of fighter swooped in. At one point I remember calling out that some of the fighters were actually Lego Star Wars Republic Gunships. (I used to have that set until my cat knocked it off the top shelf of my room. Now its just spare parts in a plastic Tupperware bin, along with most of the other Lego Star Wars sets I played with as a kid.)

I had no way to know that my mech was getting destroyed, and it was. I blew up and failed the mission and got taken back to the mission select screen. I saw that I was not allowed to attempt that level agian for another 24 hours. Dang it! One of those type of games.

Dang video game dreams...

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In another dream, I was on a paranormal investigation team with some of my friends and my parents. I was annoyed that my parents were there because I was afraid they wouldn't let us do dangerous stuff like go into creepy abandoned houses. (Because all the fun of being a paranormal investigator is to go into creepy places and camp out there.)

The place we were investigating was lame too. Just a house in a real life cul-de-sac near the entrance to my subdivision. Nothing about the house seemed out of the ordinary. The people who lived there kept it surprisingly clean, but they complained of noises coming from the basement.

When we went to investigate their house disappeared leaving only a concrete foundation with a rusted iron trapdoor. I became partially lucid and got a bad vibe from the door and told nobody to open it. My parents (of all people) were the ones most enthusiastic to open it. What an expectation reversal we have there! I took some encouraging but we decided to open it.

I don't recall what happened after that. One odd detail about the dream was that the sky was a hazy yellow and the plants were lush and green.

I recall the night that this dream took place coming to a close with some odd dream music. A repetitive beat of a bass drum and a very low-pitch synth beat that almost seemed to vibrate my whole body every time it played. Simple, but it was catchy.

This occured in some odd state between waking and dream world. I knew I was dreaming, but I wanted to hang onto the dream music for as long as possible.

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I remember watching the moon crash into the earth from the deck on the back of my house. It was a clear summers' day with only a few scattered clouds.

The moon was crashing thousands of miles south and I could just see about half the disc over the horizon before I felt an impact shockwave. First in the ground, then in the air. All of the clouds formed a wall that passed across the sky heading away from the impacting moon, and sweeping up all the clouds as it went.

I realized that a disaster of such astronomical proportions means that I must be dreaming. I then found myself in the front yard rather than the back. Manei was there. One of us said that the moon hitting the earth wasn't as bad as we thought and that it was like when the dinosaurs died out. All that was going to happen was dust was going to block the sun making it cold and stopping crops from growing.

After becoming lucid, the careening moon disappeared and we forgot all about the catastrophe. The dream shifted some.

I found myself flying halfway across the neighborhood until I found that this girl from my neighborhood who used to bully me as a kid.



I stopped and hovered above her party long enough for everyone to notice the flying person. I then reached behind myself because I thought there was a pie there, and sure enough, there was. I threw it in her face. Oh so satisfying. I threw snowballs at some of the other party-goers.

Dreams are good for revenge and blowing off steam...

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I vaguely recall being semi-lucid at my taekwnondo studio. I was attempting to learn to do flips without destabilizing the dream. I remember in one I landed on my back but it didn't really hurt. My Taekwondo master was there and was helping to coach me on my technique.

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I remember I was playing tennis at the court at my high school with the girl that I used to crush on in high school. Funny that the dream chose tennis because I'm not very good at it, and from what I can gather, neither was she. But for some reason, in the dream, she was like a tennis champion or something, and she was kicking my butt.

I became semi-lucid and then kicked her but in tennis. I then remember flying a loop around the tennis court and then rocketing off south. I wanted to fly to the beach resort my family goes to in puerto rico. I remember breaking the sound barrier and flying above the clouds. I could see the curvature of the planet moving under me.

I stopped and sure enough I was right where I wanted to be. But when I flew down I noticed that all of puerto rico was completely undeveloped. No cities, no roads, no people. I don't care. I landed atop one of the mountians.

I lost my lucidity and got into this game about figuring out what tree in the rainforest was the oldest. All of the trees looked identical but were scaled to different sizes with bigger trees obviously being older. I recall some kind of hologram would come up when I walked near a tree showing its exact age.

The dream somehow shifted to my parents bedroom in my house that had been converted into this castle theme. The walls were made out of gray stone bricks, there were torches instead of lamps and there were coat-of-arms banners hanging above the bed. A female DC said that she was a re-decorater that my parents had hired. She told me to come with her and she would give me a tour of the new expansions on our house.

She began walking me around through hallways and big cavernous castle halls. I figured there was no way these would fit in the space that was formerly my parents' bedroom. She seemed to like pointing out all of the paintings that were hanging about. I kind of got a Minecraft vibe because I knew that there were paintings in Minecraft. I also felt that the torches and stone bricks made it feel like that. I surely had to be suspended above the lake behind my house. When I began thinking about the implications of how I had transitioned into here, the dream changed yet again.

I was on a paved bike trail. The scene was exceptionally vivid. On my left was a railroad track. Beyond that was a forest of exceptionally tall and thin deciduous trees with leaves. A strong wind blew, revealing the silvery undersides of the leaves. On my right was a strip of land filled with weeds and wildflowers stretching about fifty feet until it hit a chain-link fence. Beyond the chain-link fence was a trailer park. The sky was dark and cloudy and I think I heard thunder roll. More wind blew and I saw how vivid the field of weeds and shrubs was.

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I was being chased by a group of soldiers. The dream began on the road outside my neighborhood. There were no cars on it, and I was standing in the middle of the road. They had two tanks and a huge platoon of men.

Somebody told me that my voice had power that I needed to use to defend myself from them, and I became semi-lucid. (Soooo much semi lucidity its making my brain hurt... I can't belive I am saying this, but whatever happened to good old nonlucidity?!)

The next thing I knew I was being chased through a baseball diamond. Soliders kept popping up. I kept yelling 'baseball' every time one appeared and he would turn into a baseball in a poof of smoke like a magic trick.

I remember on the bleachers around the diamond there were all of these pieces of plywood laid out like a track and some of the soldiers were riding around on ATVs trying to shoot me.

The dream came to a climax in my house where the commander of the army, this fat Mexican guy wearing a general outfit had me cornered. He was like the boss and he was harder to kill than the other soldiers. I looked at the knife block in my kitchen and levitated all the knives out and surrounded myself. It seemed like there were hundreds and hundreds of knives.

I then yelled 'Knife Storm' and all of the levatating knives short toward him and stabbed him.

I then became fully lucid and realized that I might be becoming just a tad too violent in my dreams. I didn't beat myself up too much for it since I wasn't properly lucid but I promised myself I would try to seek peaceful resolutions more often.

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I was playing a game where I was attempting to WILD. I remember thinking that I was not good at WILD and would probably fail t the game. I had to do it by holding my mental state in a very particular way to fill up a circular meter. I got about 3/4 of the way every time and it would go back down. While I was doing this I was presented with the weirdest hypnogogic imagery of multicolored tablet shapes against a white background that would fade in and out of existence.

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I was with some friends exploring an uninhabited tropical island. The island had mountains around the sides with a crater in the middle as if it were a volcano. Inside of the crater there were no plants, just pools of water. The pools turned out to be hot springs.

I owned the island, but somebody else 'stole it' from me and built a resort and reaped all of the profits for themselves. I was upset that the resort destroyed the natural beauty of my island and charged people to use the hot springs. They built some kind of pool or water-park complex fed from the springs. It also felt like we were in the park near my subdivision.

Next thing I knew my entire family was there, and in what I have realized is typical dream fashion they were all just super-annoying spoofs of all of my family members. They kept wanting to put sunscreen on me even though we were indoors.

I remember there were also lifeguards that had a bunch of rules. We were not allowed to jump in the pools or splash one another. They also had these hoses that you could use to spray other people but when I went to spray some kids that were about 10, a lifeguard told me to stop. (Why do you have the hoses for spraying people then?!?! )

I became semi-lucid yet again. A lifeguard told me to put on a swimsuit.

"Oh, great. I'm naked..."

I manifested a swimsuit. I actually probably would have gotten properly lucid if I hadn't gotten distracted looking at this one girl. Now with me, no matter how hot a girl is, I don't go all googly-eyes over them. (In waking life or the dream world) But something about her just drew me in. The funny thing is I don't even remember what she looked like. Green eyes, black hair and a black swimsuit are all I really can remember.

It was at this point that I realized that a good percentage of people at the hot spring were naked. I wished this girl was one of them...

The dream repeated, back to the part where we first discovered the island. The only people there were my friends S and C. S was his furry self and C looked totally normal. S told me that he was the one who changed the dream so that now I could get a sun tan in peace. I thanked him for that.

Black: non-dream
Blue: non-lucid
Red: lucid

Dream
I was a ghost buster pretty much, or paranormal investigator. The places I seemed to go were dark and misty, spooky looking really... There were dead tress and stuff, and it was usually night. It must have been a pretty long dream but I can't recall everything I did, I do remember helping ghosts and stuff, all the ghosts seemed pretty nice except for the last one I helped.

This ghost wanted to regain a part of itself, and that part was hidden in darkness so I couldn't see what it was. I tried my best to help it, and I manage to disperse some of the darkness (the darkness flowed like mist). I managed to see what the ghost was after, it was a short dark-haired girl that the ghost wanted to possess (the girl looked like the person I've been wanting to talk to in my lucids). I woke up after that... At least I thought I did. I'm unable to move and I realize I'm in sleep paralysis, but the ghost had possessed the girl and came to lie beside, only then did I realize it was evil. I tried to roll off the bed and I felt like it worked, but I realized I had only experienced the *feeling* of rolling off the bed, and in actuality I was still lying on my bed unable to move.

After this I ended up waking up for real and it was daylight now... Also my windows were frozen, must have been very cold last night.

I also can't believe how realistic that FA was, EVERYTHING was as it should have been. The pillow, blankets, the position I sleep in, the bin beside my bed, the desk on the other side of the room... Crazy

I had P.F Chang's chicken fried rice for dinner last night and had an especially vivid dream early this morning. I think the meal might have had something to do with it!

Anyway--my dreams. The first I didn't record immediately so a majority of the details are lost to me.

I go to college! But a few close friends are there (no one I know from high school is attending my college) and I’m just beside myself; I’m so glad I’m not alone. I asked them if they had roommates yet. One did, but the other did not. When I go home I tell my mom everything. I’m 200% sure more happened in this dream because I remember dorms and expanses of grass and sunlight but I have no idea how it fits together. I’m very sad about that. Ye that’s it for the first one!

the second one was lovely and felt like it took place over the period of a couple/few days.

They opened a new school right next to my old high school. Because the school is so close students go to both as necessary. It is larger inside than outside. On my first and second days my mom accidentally goes to drop us off in the wrong place so my brother and I have to correct her and go to the right place. It’s dark both mornings. I think one of the mornings we had a fight.
The school is lovely. I lose my schedule the second day but before school there is a lounge of sorts to stay. On the first day I go through my schedule (I think) but on the second day after being in the lounge I have no schedule and forget where my classes are. I share a cookie with some friends in the lounge before going to find my first hour. I think I find it. Second hour not so much. I peek into a few rooms, one is a potions class. Then I decide to just explore.
The school is a square/rectangle with hallways that are built so you can always look over the railing to see the main floor. Soft sunlight comes in windows of open classrooms and windows at the top of the building I never looked up to see. Rooms are built off this hallway. I look in a lot of them but I only remember the art room right now—a smaller room with dark wood floors with a large piece of paper taking up the entire thing nearly. The walls are lined with paint. I end up looking into a large room with a boy in it, and he is suddenly very close. Other students are coming behind me and he tells me softly to just stay still, they won’t see me. He has brown hair with light curls and a thin face. He looks tired. In the dream I think he might be a ghost. The perspective switches to third person at this point and I turn away from the door, shutting it behind me. The boys behind me are surprised but I pay them no mind.
I see that I’m not in my own body. I’m a curvier girl with black curly hair. But I turn to a mirror beside the room and my hair turns red and straight; going back to first person as well. I’m shocked. The mirror does not reflect me correctly, fragmenting me and appearing cloudy grey behind me rather than reflecting the actual background.
There is a time lapse, I think. I’m now on the floor of the ground level beside a girl in a dress spread on the floor. There are a couple others. The girl's hair reminds me of Rapunzel but really looks a little more like me in my waking body. I don’t know what we’re doing to her, but I suddenly feel the need to do a reality check as I feel myself waking up and do, only to have a false awakening. I lose lucidity at this point UnU
I “go back to sleep” to a room in the school where I’m on a couch or a bed, watching two siblings sleep. I’m pretty sure I’m in my waking body again, just in a dream. Someone keeps coming in to put more blankets on them. They are both thin with black hair. The boy’s has a slight turn and the girl’s is a black bob. She’s talking in her sleep about how hot it is and I wonder if the blankets are to blame. He wakes up and we get into a conversation about what he does—ironically, he is a dress designer. I ask where he needs to measure me (across my collarbone?) and try to find a tape measure in my drawer only to find he has his own. I sit in a room in the soft sunlight and he starts measuring me for a dress. We chat a little and the dream ends.

I've never had such a long dream!! It was exciting! I'm pretty mad that my false awakening ruined my lucidity though. How rude.

TWAke up with the weezer song butterfly in my head. I can remember sharing my dream in my dream and talking about people way down who could tell that it was all a dreamy. The dream people are laughing and laughing. They are looking at my body sleeping in a bed and start shaking me up. "hey! he's sleeping!!!" i think..

Wild... brief lucid

laying flat on my back doing breathing with the word "remember". I can feel my hands go heavy and i forget for a second. Soon I am sleeping in a whole new bed. It's a full sized with a black comforter pulled tight. It doesn't tip me off. I go back into my wilding. I enter a dream in the dark on a block in a neighborhood. I do a nose pinch and try to stabilize but the excitement knocks me right back into my body. I try to deild and wake back up in my bed. My kid is sleeping next to me. I thought she was in her bed. She is in her bed. I wake up.

Post W;ld
My Bloomin Onion is being indecent. I'm in the chilli's telling it to cover itself.

I remember "waking up" in bed. Light from morning is coming in the window. As I get out of the covers I notice that all my fingernails are bare except my thumb, even though I painted them just last night. I think to myself that this is really odd, but I don't think to RC because I believe the paint got rubbed off on the covers. Dangit..

My brother and I appeared inside the garage, where we enter a small door near the left end of the wall. Once we were fully inside we found ourselves in a different place. It look like an underground battle arena, we were both in 3rd person point of view, watching a child fend himself from the traps hidden under the ground. We laugh considering how young he was and I started trying some of the moves he perform to evade a few situations. Soon I became 1st person point of view.

Once this happen my brother and I both became lucid and found our opponent. He was a huge human male wearing modern clothes with a baseball cap. The only weapon my brother and I have was a cylinder shape silver liquid spray can. The towering human charge toward us, which we began using the spray can that cause the enemy to become sticky and unable to move. However this was not enough to defeat him as he soon broke free from it and quickly lunges at me with his right arm.

Feeling confident I decided to block his attack, which led us going back and forth with hand to hand combat. After a few more punches to the face from one another. I lost my lucidity and soon after the dream scene had change. I found myself in the living room , the use to be large human was still there and threw his pants on me. I told him you should be more polite and continue to walk off. I then enter an unknown hallway that led me to my family. My father,mother, and brother were eating at the table.

The sunshine pierce through the house making it very bright. All of them greeted me when I sat down with them. My father began talking to me but as soon as he did, I was having trouble hearing him. He then ends his speech by saying " that means I'll be working 6 plus 4 in total 10 hours each day " I stand up and ask does that mean I have a job? My father loses eye contact with me and remain silent. I left the table and retrace my steps to the unfamiliar hallway that surprisingly led me back to the living room.

Once I've made it back I sat down and observe distant family relatives celebrating for their return. I watch them in till my brother showed up and sat next to me. I turn around to face him, I ask if he remember the dream we had today? He doesn't look at me and stares at his plate while using his fork to play with the food. He then tells me he wish he didn't remember it. I made a smirk telling him it was fun. That is when my eyes catch my father and I notice the other people I didn't know well leaving.

Some of the guest didn't clean up so I offered to help out. The items I pick up were, some random green liquid , a dark box I didn't pay much attention to and a pen with a red pencil. I gave all of the items to my father except for the red pencil. After that the sunshine had faded, which soon left the house to be dim. I was still sitting at the living room reading a book and notice my brother sitting at the far right from where I was. Moments later our cousin approach us. I continue reading the book but was interrupted once she threw a napkin hurled up in to a ball at the page I was reading.

I then got up and open the napkin to begin saying let see what my cousin has said to me. The words were short and didn't seem to be something I could understand. It stated "Dak-Shur" I came back to the table to see her now sitting and tell her and my brother a funny joke. We laugh for awhile, my cousin stated that this seems like the first time seeing me and proceeded to ask my various questions. If I was goth or in to certain dark books, I replied by saying I wasn't but didn't mind any content like that.

She then kicks the chair I am in and for sometime the dream scene change. I must had been in third person again as I see two bobble headed man, one was arresting the other that had been dress in a police uniform. They argue for quite sometime before I found myself back in the living room sitting in the same spot. I assume I must have fallen asleep, and look at the window to see it was still night. I notice my brother was no longer at the living room table. The conclusion that he went back in to the underground dreamworld we were in the morning. I jolted to the garage and turn on the lights.

I made sure to look around so I wasn't followed. I then open up the small door inside at the end of the garage wall. I dismantle one of the wall plugin. Soon after the front door to the garage began to creek open. I could see the face of my cousin looking at me. I shut the door without any warning and continue back to the dismantle plugin. I then tried to force my consciousness to transmit through the plugin to enter the dreamworld. However it did not work, I close the garage door and enter back in the living room.

My cousin kept giving me strange looks, wondering what I was hiding from her. To evade her stare attacks, I enter inside the restroom in the living room. Pretending I needed to use it. That's when the ground beneath my feet started shaking violently. I could hear bombs exploding outside. I make an attempt to turn on the lights but it wasn't working. I fled the restroom and my father room. I tried turning on the lights there, it didn't work the first time , the second time the lights came on in a different angle than it usually would.

This is a common sign in my dreams I thought. So I did the nose pinch RC twice and confirm I am dreaming. I went in to the kitchen and phase through the back door. While I am doing this I decided to say I am dreaming. I'm outside now, it looks like night still, the sky has skies above one another. The closest sky was cloudy while at the farthest sky had many visible lighting strikes resembling Jupiter thunderstorms. I make a decision about walking on the road or going up hill. I chose the hill as I check out the enticing sounds of the lighting.

I was then approach by a tekken character and decided to greet each other. But soon after we both got tackle down to the ground by a DC. This makes me have an FA. Lucidity Time: 2 minutes