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April 14, 2011
Lucid Dream 215: POW! Right in the Kisser
Series: Sexcapades, Episode 5
WILD
around 10:00am



I woke up briefly and laid back down to sleep. I was miserably tired and felt SP setting in. I really didn't even feel like going through with it, but I was too tired to try and stop it. The dream scene formed around me really quickly without any auditory hallucinations and very little visual besides the dream scene formation.

I was in my bedroom and there were quite a few random people standing around. I saw AJ standing nearby, so i immediately walked up to her and cupped her crotch. I started kissing her and rubbing the outside of her jeans. She seemed to be really enjoying herself. I was just going to go at it hard and if it woke me up...fine. I still felt groggy and tired in the dream, so I really didn't even feel like doing anything else. I literally threw her down on the bed and I helped her undress. I then got into the 69 position, but I was on the top. Instead of performing oral on her I just started face fucking the hell out of her. The t.v. was on in my room and Peter Griffin was pointing at my saying, "POW! Right in the kisser....POW! Right in the kisser..." He seemed to have been encouraging my sexual acts. Her head was getting rocked hard against the mattress. After a bit the dream scene had changed.

We were in a room in the back of the high school library. I stopped the sexual activities after a few more moments and left the room. I exited the school library and entered the hallway. JT and Ryano were walking with me. Suddenly, out of nowhere a fist comes flying and connects with Ryano's chin. He immediately crumbled and fell to the ground as I heard the familiar, "POW! Right in the kisser." I then saw the live action version of Peter Griffin skipping away from us down the hall. Every person he passed in the hallway, he knocked out cold and said, "POW! Right in the kisser...." I chuckled and entered the nearest room.

The dream got fuzzy and I felt groggy. I sat down at a desk and just sat there for several minutes. There were other people in the desks around me and they were talking amongst each other. I didn't pay much attention to them. I just chilled and the dream became stable after a bit. I decided just to do some simple shoe skating/sliding. I slid/skated with my tennis shoes around the school. I grinded down a few rails and skated along the walls. After doing this for a while, I woke up from the dream.

Series Details
Class is thrown out the window in the dream series, "Sexcapades." Not unlike your favorite porn video, I unleash my inner "Ron Jeremy" and give those DCs what they are looking for ! Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

Awake, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

The moment I see my old college campus start to appear out of the darkness, I realize, Oh, cool, a dream is starting. There are lots of multistory buildings all around me, and it's a beautiful day with a vivid blue sky and puffy white clouds. The dream is fairly vivid [and remains so throughout its entire length]. I observe that the environment around me is consistent with the environment I've observed in previous dreams set on my old college campus. [Although, now that I think about it, I think the dreams I have that are set there feel similar more than they look similar. Being in the environment always feels the same, but I think the layout, the spatial relationships of buildings, is slightly different each time. The style of the buildings is always pretty much the same, though.]

I walk along among the buildings, and eventually [possibly after a dreamskip?] find myself inside somebody’s house. The living room has been filled with chlorinated water and turned into a big, deep indoor pool. The second floor of the house is open to the living room, and has a balcony-like walkway that surrounds the living room on three sides. The water comes almost all the way up to the level of the walkway. When I see the pool, I think, This is a dream. I should be able to breathe underwater. I get into the water and start swimming down into the pool, testing this hypothesis. It proves to be correct. By consciously focusing on the knowledge that I can breathe underwater here, I can breathe underwater. While I'm swimming, I feel the resistance that one normally feels from the water when swimming, but not the wetness; I still feel completely dry. I also notice that breathing feels exactly the same as it normally does when I'm breathing air; those parts of my body don't feel any resistance from the water, whereas my skin and limbs do feel it. [I think this experience further demonstrates the same phenomenon that lies behind the nose-pinch reality check: doing something that would obstruct your ability to breathe in reality will not obstruct it in a dream, because your real body is still breathing normally.]

I resurface, then dive again, this time going all the way to the bottom of the pool. I find a small, square sticker there, part of a board game. I retrieve it and bring it to a dream character who is sitting on the walkway at the side of the pool opposite where I came into the room. He's playing the game that the sticker came from. I hand him the sticker, saying something like, “Here. This is part of your game. I brought this back for you.”

The dream character accepts the sticker and asks me to go over to the far corner of the room (near where I came in) and retrieve another, similar sticker that he dropped. I agree to do so. Before I dive under the water again, I pretend to take a deep breath and hold it, for the sake of appearances. I don't want any of the several dream characters who are around to realize that I have superhuman abilities. I dive toward the bottom corner of the pool at the far end of the room, where two walls come together at an acute angle. I find not only another sticker like the first one, but also a die, a playing card, and other, similar small objects from games. I pick them all up.

I decide to try to get back to the second floor by flying. [Apparently because I want there not to be,] There's no water around me anymore. With a short grunt, I try unsuccessfully to take off. I decide to just climb the nearby stairs to get up to the second-floor walkway.

I walk along the walkway and stop in front of the male dream character playing the game. He asks me, “What was that grunt?”

“I was trying to jump up and fly back to the second floor,” I answer.

“Why?” he asks.

I throw my handful of small game pieces at him. “Because you're a dream character!” I exclaim. [Or it might have been, “Because I'm dreaming!” I don't quite remember. The main point is that I dropped all pretense that I was a regular person with no superhuman abilities at this moment, and admitted to being the dreamer.]

A second later, my conscience kicks in. “Wait. I don't know why I did that,” I say. “That was rude. I'm sorry.”

A woman about my age with short, dark hair joins our conversation at this point. She starts off by addressing me, saying something like, “That's right. You're dreaming.” She, the game-playing DC, and I all proceed to have a long, in-depth conversation on the subject of lucid dreaming. [Unfortunately, I don't remember much of what we said. What I do recall is an overall impression that this woman was an expert on the subject, and that her attitude toward me was that of a supportive older mentor. She seemed interested in my progress and how much I had learned so far.] The dark-haired woman asks me something like, “This is your fortieth or so lucid dream, right?”

“Forty-seventh, or fiftieth, something like that,” I answer.

At another point during the conversation, another guy my age, named Andy, is also there in the room. The dark-haired woman points him out to me as another dreamer. [I had no intention of anything like that happening to me. If it did, it was completely without my desire or consent.]

Andy, the woman, the game-playing DC, and I all walk out of the building onto the coast by my university. We're facing a sea cliff with train tracks running along it. We walk along and come to the grassy, topmost level of an amphitheater, built into the land where it slopes down toward the beach. Below the grassy part are many levels of bleachers made out of a metal mesh.

“I really like floaty things,” I observe, addressing the woman. I point out that there are a lot of colorful helium balloons around, and a lot of the other people who are around are flying small, colorful kites. I have one myself.

The other DCs who are there are passing around a strange contraption. At its center is a device that has a chamber in which marijuana leaves are burning, and a fan. The fan is keeping the semi-transparent plastic garbage bag that surrounds the device inflated. The bag is there to keep the marijuana smoke in, but there is a tear in the plastic near the knot, allowing the smoke to escape at a limited rate so that one might inhale it. One of the other, female DCs in the scene comes over to me and my group and offers us the contraption. The other DCs in my group accept it first and take hits from it, then offer it to me. My immediate reaction to getting the opportunity to try marijuana is, Yay! I can do this without getting in trouble or risking the health of my real body, and if I do it, I can brag about it on the forums! [Meaning DreamViews, of course.]

I accept the blown-up garbage bag and maneuver it so that the tear in the plastic is near my face. This isn't easy to do with the fan device constantly inflating the plastic from the inside and making it move around. When I've gotten the tear as close to my face as I can, I inhale some of the smoke through my nose. It has a plant-like smell. The drug doesn't make me feel any different, nor does it change the environment around me.

My companions and I sit down on the metal mesh bleachers to watch a concert [or something like that]. As I sit down, I try to be careful not to get the string of my kite tangled up with the strings of my companions' kites.

There is a blue reusable shopping bag from Wal-Mart lying just to my left on the metal bleachers. It comes to life and starts wrapping its handles around my left arm and constricting its handles tightly, much like Devil's Snare from the Harry Potter universe. I'm not sure if this occurrence is a weed-induced hallucination or just ordinary dream weirdness. I look up and to my right at the dark-haired woman, who is sitting next to me. She looks back at me with an expression that communicates, “Yeah, this is what I was expecting would happen; how are you going to deal with it?”

I'm a little frightened by the shopping bag attacking me, but I'm still secure in the knowledge that this is a dream, so I'll be safe and sound when I wake up. I close my eyes and think to myself, Take me home. [By which I mean, “Take me back to the real world.”]

I then woke up for real, just as I had desired to do. I was amazed to discover that a full 6 ½ hours had passed since I'd gone to sleep. When I recalled my reaction to the opportunity to smoke marijuana, I laughed derisively at myself and thought, Oh, boy. I need to sort out my priorities.

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Side notes:
It's certainly fitting that I dreamed about smoking marijuana on the morning of 4/20. I first learned about 4/20 from peers in college, but on a conscious level, I had completely forgotten about it until I found the “Happy 4/20!” thread on DreamViews this morning. My subconscious sure remembered, though. :-)

I've never tried marijuana in real life, so I can't compare the reality to the dream. That might also be why it didn't really make me feel any different: my brain doesn't really know what it's supposed to feel like to be under its influence. I have drunk alcohol in real life, but I haven't done so in a dream yet. If I ever do, I expect it will probably feel just like it does in reality.

I noticed something today: When I write dream journal entries, I write like a scientist. I write down what I've observed and compare my new observations to previous ones. Sometimes I draw conclusions from all these observations. Often, I perform experiments within the dream and report on their results.

I was reading The Law of Nines in the commons. A guy sitting next to me reached over and turned the page as I was about to finish it. I figured he had been reading along and wanted to continue without me. With a brief glance in his direction, I turned back to the previous page. I made a point of taking a slow drink from my glass of water to show him that I wasn’t going to speed read for his satisfaction. He turned the page again. This time, I glared at him. It was Absence. As usual, his hair was white, but it was shorter. He had his own copy of The Law of Nines, but he was much further in the book than me. I made sure my glass was almost empty before spilling the water all over his copy of the book.

I set the glass down and rose from my chair. There was no need to worry about what he might do to my book. I was only dreaming, after all. I left my backpack on the floor. I took the quickest path outside – straight back to a garden. I realized I still had the book and dropped it right there. Bringing it would just get in my way. Once I was outside, I looked up at the open sky. Smiling, I took flight. The walls narrowed near the roof of the building, so I had to turn my body to fit through. To my surprise, I looked over my shoulder and saw a library on top of the campus center. Weird. I flew further up, kicking off walls to better navigate what quickly became a maze of black metal. It looked like another bizarre architecture project. I wanted to find a portal to the Monolith Gardens. If I was lucky, I might even meet up with WritersCube! I saw an old furnace inside the third floor, but I realized making that into a portal wasn’t going to be as easy as finding a preexisting one. I was sure a portal would turn up if I kept searching.

The fourth floor was a GameStop. I saw the sun rising on a TV and focused my attention on that. I remotely paused the video when the sun was clear of the horizon. It began to glow white. Since I proved to myself in my last lucid dream that I could easily pass through glass quite easily, I ran headfirst into the TV screen. The sun portal widened as I approached and engulfed me. I fell through it with no more sensation than an internal shift in my weight. I pictured huge trees in that brief moment between entering the portal and appearing on the other side. Instead of reaching the Monolith Gardens, I found myself back at the open window through which I entered the fourth floor. I hit the ground running and picked up still more speed. This time, as I fell through the glowing, pulsating sun portal again, I summoned a vivid picture of the Monolith Gardens in my mind. It still didn’t take me there; it just dumped me into emptiness. I frowned.

I waited for the dream to come back, but after a while, I was sure I was awake in bed. I went back to sleep, intending to do better next time.

April 12, 2011
Lucid Dream 214: The Land of Good and Evil
Series: Land of Dreams, Episode 9
WILD
around 3:00am



My cat woke me up by knocking a glass of my bedside table. I decided to attempt a WILD. I performed my technique and hit SP rather quickly. There was a wild rush of colors that swirled all around me. I felt my body start sliding all around my room. It soon stopped and I stood up in my dream.

I walked over to the door, grabbed the handle, and immediately found myself in bed once again. I couldn't move at all and I knew it was only a false awakening. I finally managed to sit up a bit, but it felt like someone or something was hanging around my shoulders/neck. I heard it whispering, "UNC Tarheels.....UNC Tarheels...." I laughed and could hear my voice echoing as if it was through a microphone. I then said, "Hello" and it boomed and echoed as if I were announcer in a large stadium. I decided to not even fight the fact that I couldn't get out of bed and just try to have fun laying there.

I started acting like an announcer and imagining the scene in front of me. I said, "He takes the inbounds pass...there are less than 20 seconds to go and UVA is down by 2 points...." Suddenly the scene formed in the place of my ceiling. My ceiling was like a large window to the basketball game. It didn't seem like a t.v. screen....it was much more real than that. It was really amazing actually. I kept commentating the game... "Zeglinski has it at the top of the key....he makes a move and blows by the defender....he kicks it out on the left wing to Evans....he pump fakes.....and passes out to Mike Scott at the top of the key....there are just seconds left and the big man pulls up...a three for the win...........its........GOOOOOOD, GOOOOOD!!!! MIKE SCOTT AT THE BUZZER TO KNOCK OFF NUMBER 1 NORTH CAROLINA!!!! WHAT AN AMAZING FINISH!!!!"

It was awesome how the game played out exactly like I imagined and announced it. They weighted presence on my shoulders had apparently gotten angry and started jerking my upper body around a bit. I decided to fight back. While laying down, I started punching the air over my left shoulder and could feel my fist connecting with its face. It jerked and punched me in the side of the head, as I landed a few swift combos. I felt the presence's grip release from my shoulder and I began to float up into the air.

I was now floating around in a very colorful cartoon-like void. The environment was anime/video game like and everything around me looked 2D. There was no footing below, just a dark sinister looking abyss. I continued to float around in this colorful world. I noticed that there were several objects floating in the distance. As I approached them, I noticed they were actually 2D people who were extremely bloated/inflated. They reminded me of King Dedede from the original Kirby's Adventures in the way they were bloated. They bounced up and down in rhythm and it was quite trippy. I could hear "Dango Daikazoku" playing in the background. It is the ending song from the anime, "Clannad." I floated around this colorful world for quite a long time. 2D rainbows would sprout up from the darkness below every now and then. The sun was completely 2D and seemed to twist back and forth in a playful manner. Every so often, a bouquet of balloons would float by me as well. The whole world look like it was a level out of Super Mario World 2.

I looked down into the darkness below and I could see red eyes watching me. Every now and then I would see a hooded figure emerge from and submerge back down into the darkness. I noticed several red eyed wolf-like beasts below as well. They were looking up at me and snapping their vicious jaws. I had been using my arms to guide me around and decided to try and fall into the darkness below. I put my arms tight to my side and started to fall rapidly. The music changed to something much more sinister. I could hear violins hissing as the music intensified. I could now see skeletons, snakes, wolves, and dementor/reaper like creatures moving around in the darkness below. I spread my arms just before falling into the darkness and I stopped in mid-air. The wolves began snapping violently at my feet. They were just barely out of reach. I unzipped my pants and began pissing on all of the creatures below. They seemed to get angry and started snapping, grabbing, and throwing sharp objects at me (like scythes and sickles). I just dodged and kept pissing on them all. I suddenly became worried that I was pissing in real life. The dream became unstable and I allowed myself to wake up. Luckily, I was completely dry .

Series Details
In the dream series, "The Land of Dreams," I explore the depths of my subconscious. With no real goals in mind, I explore the creative lands and characters that come before me. Who will I meet? Where will I go? What will I do? These are the dreams that fit into no particular category. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

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[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]Figures, This Had To Be A Dream...[/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE="1"][COLOR="#000000"](DILD)[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="#000000"]NON-DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#800080"]DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#00008B"]LUCID[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR="#000000"][/COLOR][COLOR="#000000"]I was sitting down on a bench with a girl I knew in the dream. I also had the ability to think about dreams I had previously that night, but the dreams I remembered in the dream, I forgot when I got up, either way, good ability.

[/COLOR][COLOR="#800080"]I was on the bench, talking and laughing with the girl, she appeared to be my best friend in the dream. [/COLOR][COLOR="#000000"](That role is open in real life too...) [/COLOR][COLOR="#800080"]In the dream I didn't love her, she was just a friend. We were talking about what we did on some sort of school trip we had not long ago. I apparently had a few funny mess-ups in the high rope course.

I then thought for a bit, "....Wait....who is this girl...?" I did a nose pinch and [/COLOR][COLOR="#00008B"]realised I was dreaming. I then went and moped for a bit, while thinking, "Of course this is a dream, like I could actually have a friend to talk too..." After a few minutes of moping I eventually remembered to do something a bit more interesting, I rubbed my hands on the stone ground to stabilize the dream.

I walked away to get a grip on my surroundings and saw a girl, I was thinking if I know her in real life, or if she really means anything. I was thinking how she appeared in every dream so far tonight.[/COLOR][COLOR="#000000"](Remembering dreams like this in lucids could prove to be useful)

[/COLOR][COLOR="#00008B"]I went and talked to her for a bit, I can't remember what we talked about though, she asked me if she looked nice but I didn't really answer. If I recall, she was wearing a red dress with some gold highlights, and had brown wavy hear, similer to mine, but longer. I can't remember much past this. [/COLOR][COLOR="#000000"]

Sorry if my DJ bores you, dear readers...[/COLOR][/INDENT]

Side note: Leo arrived from london and we are looking for a place to live. I am also sick.



Lucid. Was playing basketball downstairs at my house. Was kind of lucid but didn't really comprehend. I knew it was getting better just by practicing in my head and thought of it more as a fantasy rather than a dream. Played for a while until kara started cheering me on. Eventually I went inside the office and talked to her. I said wait this is a dream why am i playing basketball. I woke. I deilded in and had a bit of a hard time stabilizing. After I did it was my longest dream ever with no need to stabilize again. I was talking to kara saying we have to remember this then remembered to ask if it really was kara. I was getting weird vibes towards her so I left. It wasnt the real kara. I was a little scared and ran out. In my neighborhood I did a lot of cool things. I had full control. I split my house in half. I changed the sky. I destroy anything at will. Then I summed tornado's. I realized that this was too much power and that I needed to use the other control method I read on the forums. the tornado's were huge and really a little scary so I tried to stop them by assuming they would. The didn't stop and were getting closer I was getting scared. I started running super fast and almost got sucked in. I flew away and ran superspeed to safeway. Inside was super funny it was all messed up and I continued destroying things. I kept doing the other control technique and it was getting me nowhere. I was kind of horny so I tried to summon t. I was getting ugly girls until finally I saw her through the wall. I went up and we were talking. I was squeezing her blobs through her shirt. Then I took her shorts off and started having sex. I was keeping it casual and still talking to her as we were having sex. Eventually my heart started to speed up and I immediately stopped. I left her and went into a car with kara. Kara was telling me to do things and I would try to do them. I tried to turn the sky purple and it wouldn't work. I tried to make stars and it didn't work. I tried to make portals out of doorways and nothing. Several times I would walk through I door and say that it would be a portal to nagrand and nothing. I really am not goods at portals anymore. I drew some metal on the floor and tried to pick it up and jump through and nothing. I finally gave up and did some other things o can't really remember and remembered my dream guide. I said I wanted to see my dream guide. Nothing I kept asking and asking until finally he walked by. He looked Asian. There was a sign on the road with his name on it. It consisted of three words. It looked Asian. I don't remember it now. I was rereading the name trying to memorize it and woke.


I was with kara and baron. Our neighbors came in. They were going on vacation and gave us lsa to give to baron. I told them it looked like it was for humans and if they had any lsd. The husband went nuts and said he used to be addicted to it and not to ask him. I asked again and he went on a killing spree. It was a long dream but I dont remember too much. It ended with him getting caught and his assistants killing themselves.

I woke up today some time around 5:00 AM, got a glass of water, and went back to bed. The dream began with me walking down a street near my house. As I was walking, I saw some kid having trouble with his bike so I decided to give him a hand. While doing so, I noticed him wearing a digital watch that read 99:99. It struck me as odd so I did a reality check by counting the fingers on my hands, I had all 10 but one was shorter than it should have been so I knew I was dreaming. Once I became lucid, I began to swing around the city like Spiderman for a while. Didn't do much else but it was fun nonetheless. I kept letting go, intentionally free-falling, and then swinging away at the last second before hitting the ground. Way better than any rollercoaster I've ever been on. I eventually woke up and then went back to sleep.

I'm not sure what happened prior to this but I remember being in a big argument with my sister. I tried to keep my cool but I eventually lost it and started yelling. She kept laughing while I yelled, annoying me even more. I'm not sure what I said but she eventually gave me an odd look and I could tell she was about to cry. I shut up for a few seconds and tried to apologize but I woke up before I could. I wasn't lucid during this dream.

Dream - Lucid

I was trying to take a nap, and was having some hypnogogic hallucination about my friend Amanda, when all of the sudden, I felt sleep paralysis take over. I felt the heavy buzzing sensation in my head, and instantly knew I was about to enter a dream. I started trying to envision a scene I wanted to enter. I saw a dog's tail wagging in black space.

I felt the floaty feeling in my head that I usually feel when I enter dreams, and opened my eyes. I could still feel my body in SP (and could throughout this whole experience). I was in my room, laying in my bed. It was very bright in my room. Everything was very vivid. Next to my bed, I saw my friend Grace, and a girl I went to high school with, Kelsie. I thought about how I hadn't seen her forever. It looked like they were reading my dream journal, which is placed on the pillow on the other side of my bed in waking life. I got up off the bed, and was then crawling on the floor. My room was much spacier than usual, and there was nothing on the floor; it was very clean (another good indicator that it was a dream ). I crawled over to my full-length mirror, which was propped up against my chest of drawers in a slightly different place than it is in waking life. I see myself in the mirror. I'm now all the sudden crawling on the bed instead of the floor. I examine my reflection. I'm wearing all dark clothing. I thought I looked relatively normal and like myself. My eyes started to feel heavy, and I lost the dream and woke up.

April 11, 2011
Lucid Dream 213: MVP
Series: Sexcapades, Episode 4
DILD
around 8:30am



I was in this huge, expensive looking hotel room. There were tons of people there and we were all partying. I was sitting on the edge of the bed with cC (girl I know) watching the huge, wall-mounted, flat screen t.v. It was on a sports awards show. cC asked, "Did you get MVP?" I replied, "Yeah, but they haven't announced it yet." She slipped her hand into my pants and began rubbing on me. The t.v. announced that I had won Major League Baseball's MVP award. I laid back and cC started giving me a full blown hand job. She told me to hurry up and get off because she felt uncomfortable with everyone around. I told her to go faster then. She replied, "Why don't we just become aware?" I immediately became lucid and performed a nose pinch to confirm.

I sat up and rolled over on top of her. I took off her shirt and began fucking her tits. She got nervous and aske dme to stop. She then rolled away from me. I looked at her and said, "We are lucid, remember! What is the problem?" She said, "Oh yeah, I forgot." We then returned to what we were doing. After a few more moments she pushed me off, got up and said, "No, not in a public place like this!" I was aggravated now. I said, "Fine then." I just walked up to random female in the party and began kissing her. I guided her over to the bed where she started blowing me. The dream started to fade and I prepared to DEILD. One of my roommates woke me up in the middle of the DEILD attempt because my grandma was at the door :O.

Luckily, she didn't want to come in, she had just stopped by to give me some birthday cash.

Series Details
Class is thrown out the window in the dream series, "Sexcapades." Not unlike your favorite porn video, I unleash my inner "Ron Jeremy" and give those DCs what they are looking for ! Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

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[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]Still Frame[/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE="1"][COLOR="#000000"](DILD)[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="#000000"]NON-DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#800080"]DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#00008B"]LUCID[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR="#000000"][/COLOR][COLOR="#000000"]Worst Lucid EVER!!! I cannot believe this, I almost refuse to believe it happened it was NOT a lucid, it was NOT a dream it is UNBELIVEABLE!!!!

[/COLOR][COLOR="#00008B"]I was lucid from the start, I opened my eyes and saw my bed, I moved around, and could feel myself moving, but I still saw the exact same picture, it didn't change at all. I kept moving around, I felt my door and opened it, I'm doing all this, but I still see the EXACT same picture, after about 2 minutes of moving around while still feeling myself moving around, the picture changed. I now saw my toilet, I'm thinking WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?[/COLOR][/INDENT]

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[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]Falsely Accused[/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE="1"][COLOR="#000000"](DILD)[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="#000000"]NON-DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#800080"]DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#00008B"]LUCID[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR="#000000"][/COLOR][COLOR="#000000"]First, as a not to anyone who reads this, I was bedridden with a cold, so I couldn't write, nor remember my dreams

I can't remember anything before being lucid, I was at my school.

[/COLOR][COLOR="#00008B"]I was just running around, taking in the sites, i'd found that exerting myself with powers usually ends it. I decided to try something small and wanted to walk through a pole I saw. I tried to put my arm through it, which didn't work. After multiple failed attempts I hit it and it bent, I just hit it until it broke and I walked away to continue to do what I did before. I started talking to a girl and then [/COLOR][COLOR="#800080"]had a false awakening.

I woke up, satisfied that I finally remembered my dream, and that my cold was gone, I left my room. While I was eating breakfast the police broke into my house. They said that i'm under arrest for the rape of Shezi...something, they dragged me off and showed me a photo of her, she was the girl I talked to before my False Awakening. I was dragged to the station and was thinking, "I didn't do anything, and more importantly, I WAS DREAMING!!!" I was too dream-headed to figure out I was still dreaming :(. A Guy my age came to me and said we share dreams and told the police to give me the worse treatment and interrigation the could, and they did. I cant remember much about it, but I requested to see Shezi, but they denied it. I eventually swiped a cop's phone and called Shezi myself. [/COLOR][COLOR="#000000"](now I got something to get in trouble for :P) [/COLOR][COLOR="#800080"]I told her I didn't do anything to her, but she had no idea what I was talking about, I asked her to talk to my interrigator, but he said that Shezi would be too distraught to think right. He told me that Tiruk was the one who told me about what happened, he was the one who came in earlier and asked them to interrigate me, I then figured out that he just wants me in trouble. I kept saying to them that they don't have enough evidence to keep me here. [/COLOR][COLOR="#000000"](they actually don't have any) [/COLOR][COLOR="#800080"]But that didn't mean much to them. Shezi came and cleared up everything though, something happened to Tiruk, but I can't remember what.[/COLOR][/INDENT]

April 20, 2011

Notes
Went to bed at 8pm, woke up at 5:30am. Heard the music in my dream, but as often happens when I'm lucid half-sleeping, I could not hear the words and though I knew it was the sound of my alarm clock, felt it a good idea to ignore it and incorporate it into my dream instead. I have horrible judgement when I'm sleeping. My dream self never wants to go to school. Eventually woken up by my mom around 6am. First lucid in a little more than a week.

Entry 008
I find myself in the city. I'm lucid, but as usual, I don't attempt to control the dream. I allow myself to become involved in the storyline. I see Clemens and a mixture of people from my journalism class and people from my February trip. I realize that this dream will in a way mimic that trip. The city is a mix of Vienna, Budapest and the place I live now. There are modern skyscrapers with quaint European shops and homes squished in between. At once I see museums and horse drawn carriages and then I see glass and steel buildings at another minute. We're told to go off on our own, like we were often told in Vienna. I go on a little excursion. Somehow I end up in someone's house with a grey horse, named Grani over the horse in Sigurd, the Volsung. I'm feeding the horse in metal bowl.

Clemens comes for me. Free time is over. We end up in a low ceilinged building, kind of like a club and a hobbit hole mixed together. We're sitting at long tables eating, watching some kind of entertainment at the front. After we eat, we see a glass enclosed arcade inside. I watch from outside as some people play DDR or sing karaoke. I watch Clemens fail horribly at DDR and decide I want to play. When I try, though, the symbols on the screen are gibberish and the arrows on the pad don't work correctly. I'm kind of disappointed, dream self and lucid self, so I decide to leave.

When I walk outside, the whole city now appears to be made out of quilted toilet paper. Also, the old European charm has vanished. If it were not for the entire city being made of toilet paper, it would look just like the main street of the city I live in now. I walk around for a bit past some familiar structures like the huge mall until I come to what looks like a ramp leading down into a parking garage. I go down. It's not a parking garage, it's the lobby of a bank. Go figure. I decide to set up an account. I'm sweating; For some reason I'm really nervous my mom is going to find out I'm setting up a bank account.

At this point the music from my alarm clock interrupts my dream. Consciously I realize that this is my alarm clock, but I won't allow myself to get up just yet. I don't know why, but the music comes through to me without any words, only instrumentals. This gets interpreted by my dream self as some kind of new super power. The ability to remove the words from songs. What an amazing ability.

I wake up.

still having really long rambling semi lucid dreams. i keep getting lucid, but never for long enough to acheive anything because the dreams are so crowded with people that i get distracted all the time. main bits i remember last night are flying with a few other people, and practising for it by jumping repeatedly without actually touching the ground. this was because i could somehow feel this electric charge like feeling which seemed to be powering flying. it seemed like these jumps were somehow charging the ability to fly.

they sill all have school/holiday type vibes and last night one ended with me trying to get to an old mates birthday party.

also ive been having a recurring dream i had forgotten in which i have a false awakening, and tihnking im awake, i explain the previous dream to whoever is there, but i am so absolutley 100% sure that it happened somewhere sometime that it almost hurts. probably just memories of past dreams that make themselves feel real when you are still dreaming.

its been very odd lately because i thought that i had never forgotten being lucid in a dream before, because usually its towards the morning and i will wake up and recall it. however lately ive been remembering throughout the day little moments where i had been lucid the previous night. makes me wonder what else i could have forgotten

I have no idea what has happened to me this night, I don't even know what was a dream and what was reality.

I have just woken in the middle of the night, I don't know if I'm dreaming or if I really woke up. I remain in the bed for a bit, however I move and blink. I feel a strong earache to the right ear, sort of change in the air pressure, a very high change. It does not pass more than one second that I feel myself literally transitioning in something, I have never experienced anything similar. I'm going through a dark, hypnagogic-like tunnel.

I am lucid already, I am aware of the fact that I have just passed through something really weird, but I don't really think about it. Since I am still in my bed, I decide to get up. There's a floating, glowing red orb in the middle of my room. It is very clear in the darkness, however it doesn't emit any light. I make a reality check, multiple times, I have five fingers on each hand; I also try to fly, it doesn't work; is it not a dream? This can't be possible. I think that I may be astral projecting (even though I have no idea how that works) so I continue with my things.
I don't need to stabilize this, I don't even think about stabilizing at all. Everything feels so real.
I think it would be awesome to try to create an electric wig from the thin air, literally from nothing. I make a crack movement with my hand, assuming that the wig is there. Nothing happens; I attempt to summon the wig a few more times, without any success. I attempt to create a floating fire ball: it's a failure too.

I walk in the kitchen and inspect my surroundings. Nothing is apparently wrong with my house, so I look outside the window. Another orb, with the same shape and glow effect from the red mate, is on my balcony. It is blue. As I turn around, I notice that there's a man eyeing me with suspicion. He looks a lot like Rico Rodriguez from Just Cause 2. He is nervous and angry for some reason; he throws me on the table with great strenght. He knows that I am dreaming, I can feel that he is experienced, a veteran of some sort. Some debris fall from the ceiling, hitting the table some inches away from me. I still don't need to stabilize myself to my surroundings and I can keep my lucidity without any problem.

What are you doing? - I ask him.

What are you doing here? - He says.

I have no idea why he's attacking me, but I try to defend myself by jumping to the sides, since I can't counter-attack with proper spells. He moves his hand to make a crack movement too, does he want to summon a wig like me? Nothing has been summoned. He tries a few more times, he is clearly confused: why can't he summon any spell?
I tell him that I have the same problem and that I think that the light orbs are the cause.

We are going to find out. - He replies, allowing for peace in our battle.



I wake up once again... As I lower my head on the pillow, I feel the earache again; it is followed by the same transition.

This time, I am wobbling between lucidity and un-aware; I am in a large warehouse of some sort... Or a big tent.
Some of my friends are dancing in a corner of the tent, in front of a stage. I decide to join them and dance with them as well. The music I was used to hear in my childhood's parties is playing...
...After some moments, I walk away from my friends and stop in a large, empty area. I attempt to crack the invisible wig to make it appear; a short but successful blue line appears. It follows to the movements of my hand as if it was a wig! Little blue sparks emit from the wig before it disappears. The man I previously saw in the kitchen draws my attention. He beckons me outside the tent, I think he has some good intentions now.

I wake up once again. The lights of the morning shine through the shutters; everything feels as the waking life... I realise that I haven't really woke up during the night because those moments felt like a whole thing within those two dreams. However, there are some small doubts that tell me otherwise.
Was I in a deep dreaming state? I was aware that I was dreaming, but I couldn't for some reason think to the physic plane, nor I was really aware about that.

*Originally posted here*

Lately I've been seeing a fox (or maybe multiple foxes, they all look the same to me ) a lot in my dreams. It's a bit of a long read so bear with me.

When I become lucid, while doing whatever it is I do in my LDs, I tend to keep an eye out for crows. I can always ask them a question and they'll answer it, or at least lead me to someone who can.

A few weeks ago (the beginning of March maybe?), I saw one and asked it to show me where Catie (my subconscious/dream-guide/whatever you wish to call it) was since I hadn't seen her in months. It led me to a sparsely wooded area and I thought I saw her walking down a trail. I called her name and followed her for a little while until I saw something orange streak passed. I remembered seeing something similar happen in a few earlier dreams but I had always ignored it. This time, I focused my attention on finding it and after I few seconds I noticed a fox sitting atop a rock.

At first glance it looked more like a wolf with fox-like characteristics (like fur pattern) but after a bit of focusing, it started to look like a normal fox. I realized I was wasting time with the fox so I went back to where I last Catie, hoping she'd still be there. She wasn't so I sat down and tried to call another crow to help me find her. While doing so, I herd a noise behind a few trees and got a mental image (I didn't actually see it with my eyes, just had the thought pop into my mind) of a bear walking in direction. I woke up after that.

That was the first time I really noticed the fox. Ever since then, it's been showing up in many of my non-lucid dreams and every lucid one. Usually I'll see it in the corner of my eye hanging around where ever I am, sometimes when I'm watching tv, sometimes in a picture, and once in a while it'll just walk up to me and try to get my attention.

A few nights ago I had a lucid dream where I noticed the fox and tried to run away from it. It isn't threatening in the slightest, it's actually pretty friendly, I just wanted to see what would happen. It tried to follow me but I noticed it was limping so I went back to check on it. I scooped it up and began carrying it before waking up. I'm not sure where I intended to go, I just picked it up and started walking. It seemed to be happy about that and it started fidgeting. The more it moved, the hotter it got until I eventually woke up with this burning sensation all across my arms and chest.

Those are the only two times I can recall where the fox played a significant role in the dream, every other time it's just been a random dream character that's just there. Had been keeping my dream journal up to date, I could have gone into more detail about each instance but, unfortunately, I haven't jotted anything down in it for a while.

I'm not particularly interested in foxes nor have I ever seen one in real life. I haven't even come across anything as of late that would get my mind to focus on foxes either. These dreams just feel... significant or important for some reason and it can't be shear coincidence that I keep seeing this fox, can it? Is this my subconscious trying to tell me something? Any help is appreciated it. If you take the time to read this post - or at least skim it - and try interpret it, I'll give you the most amazing thing you could ever imagine. It'll even come gift-wrapped with a shiny ribbon.