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WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID
BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT

This is a complete but rough draft
From a couple nights ago


Spirituality's Just a Clunky Flashlight: Surprise Gratitude

I wasn’t expecting to have another lucid dream. Not since I did the other night after probably years of not remembering a lucid dream. I wasn’t even particularly focused on it last night, I was more interested in the emotional processing of dreams I’ve been remembering.

Before falling asleep, I went into the deepest meditation I think I’ve experienced before. During this meditation I was using audio with delta binaural (as well as other aspects) for the first time. I had used the demo before, before falling asleep and having the first lucid dream in this journal. That was the first lucid dream I remembered in a long time and it happened maybe 3 nights before the lucid dream in this journal entry.

There were many exceptionally vivid visuals that arose during the meditation. I kept coming back to my breath, but sometimes would just give in to the feeling of witnessing instead, feeling like why focus on the breath if that’s not the real point? Being the Witness is. Then I would lose my deeper connection with witnessing and come back to my breath. Cyclic.

I finished the meditation, rolled on my side, and meditated a bit without audio. I jumped when my name and something else was said in my ear. It seemed like a loud voice because of my stillness, but it was a whisper as if coming from a man, a lover, behind me. It was just so real and audible that it startled me.

I fell asleep normally, not trying to WILD or whatnot.

My mom in the living room, then in my room. Us conversing throughout this. Having the sense that I’m both in my living room and in my bed asleep simultaneously. She kind of giggles at me. I wonder if she’s there with me or not, if I’m hallucinating or something. She comes to my room and I’m only there, not in two places at once anymore. My window is open and there is a breeze. I ask her to close it for me; I don’t want to get up. She starts to close just the blinds and I ask her to close the window as well. She does. (Was some man coming toward the window, flying?)

I thought, this is a dream.

Darkness, vague sense of my body and no surroundings, as if I had my eyes closed in the dream. A strong, turning slowly in bed sensation. I couldn’t control it. slowly, over, over, tipping the sensation of falling at the same time. The slow shift ended.

Walking, it is rather dark around me, a kind of muddy and empty yet dense darkness, like mist. Around something, turning, perhaps it was a small gate that I walked around.

The dream felt very ordinary. Almost disappointing.

meditated for a few breaths but then

wanted to experiment with other things

Asked to see my higher self (I don’t think I reflected on the forum thread specifically, but knew it was something I wanted to do.)

A muted gray "wheel of fortune" with different faces on it, spinning slowly. alternating panels of dark grey and darker grey. Thought it was a very fitting image for how I conceive of a higher self intellectually.

Kinda sorta looked like this

Seemed somewhat boring, too intellectual.

I asked to see what I “need to see”. saw a white light in nothing, black background.

Questioned what I was seeing, like, this? Thought of typical images of god as light.

After waking I thought of the similarities to Alex Grey’s God sacred mirror painting. Similar colors.

I looked for depth in the light but it seemed kind of boring. Again, too intellectual perhaps. On reflection, was it the center of that higher self wheel?

After thinking it was boring, another light moved into my vision as if responding to my thought. I realized it had been there but I hadn’t seen it. It was so bright when I started to focus on it. I questioned that this was really what I needed to see, thought I was just making it up. I reflected on the light being there all along, but I hadn’t seen it next to the dullish moon-like first light. The bright light fell onto the dark ground next to me. It clattered and I saw it was a flashlight.

I guess I dismissed it, that is the feeling I have after waking, and felt joy at being lucid in the dream world

I took a moment to feel gratitude and amazement at this lucid experience. I remembered a show I’d seen the other day about dreaming and how the brain comes alive with activity more than at any other time. I saw that clear image of the brain and nervous system pulsing with activity, inside my body. Deep, shimmering, pervasive gratitude hit and filled me.

Similar to the end of this video.

I felt grateful for being in this state and a deep appreciation and almost affection for my body for allowing it. It felt like this state was healing me. It was that awed, blissful feeling in dreams that I desire to experience more.

I looked around and saw a lit up tunnel in the dark distance, like a tunnel for cars. I decided to try to conjure something. What popped into my conscious mind was a baby and I immediately tried to conjure one. (Odd because in waking life I don’t feel much desire to have a baby, though I love to be around them.) The attempt at conjuring was so quick, it seemed to step on the heel of the thought of a baby. I wanted to give it love and feel its love.

A cat had already been walking up to me. Small, solid, short haired. I concentrated on changing it and a baby’s light transparent image superimposed over the cat for a second but that cat wasn’t going away. I thought about learning more about dream control and gave up on the baby thought.

The cat talked in a witch’s type voice. (Funny, now I remember that I had been listening to Ken Wilber the day before this dream and I’d thought about Ken’s voice being grating and nasal, kind of like a witch.)

The cat seemed sinister.

I picked it up, being careful not to hurt it. Held it like a baby, then shifted it into a more upright position. I thought of it being like Chaos, (my loved and peculiar cat that died a few years ago,) but no, not Chaos.

The physical sensations in this dream were very obvious. The light breeze, the cat against my chest and under my hands.

The cat said it wanted a kiss in that same crackling, grinding, deep yet high witch’s voice. I wasn’t sure if it would hurt me or not. I took its face in my hand and held its mouth closed and gave it a kiss.

I remember its teeth and the feel against my lips.

I was afraid of being bitten (the only times I’ve remembered feeling intense physical pain in dreams was when I was bitten. It has happened twice.)

It was talking like it wanted to hurt things. I kind of tuned it out while I tried to decide what to do. I thought it was talking about wanting to hurt a baby and other darkness, I could hear it but I was only half-hearing and half-aware. It kept talking on and on.

At some point I flew low to the ground

That tunnel, somewhat lit, going into it. On my feet now. The cat still in my arms. Did I put it down? I think so.

Fear and darkness, though I wasn’t completely overcome by the fear. I remember looking down to the other end of the tunnel.

The dream changed

Walking slowly through an office
many people at desks in this main room
one man I identify with emotionally as I walk by is creative
he is conjuring a model/landscape of buildings on his desk that rise up slowly and gracefully

much like the Game of Thrones intro.

The young man seemed very creatively developed but he felt stuck and repressed.

I felt myself fading out of the dream slowly, into nothingness. Nothingness for a bit. I hoped I wasn’t coming out of the dream. Heard a sound, realized it was like breathing. I still felt like I was sleeping. Still. Then I tested my breath, tried to change its rhythm slightly and felt the change, felt the air going through my nose like when I meditate. damn, I’m awake.

This dream helped me put my finger on that feeling of bliss that I’ve experienced in dreams many times that is so profound and just expansive and freeing. Gratitude. And appreciation. A deeper love than egoic love, though it is kind of like the feeling of when you first fall in love and everything is vibrant and feels like you’re bursting.

So this is what gratitude is. Fuck. I want to be grateful more! LOL. I’m grateful for wanting to be grateful, even.

So strong. I’m going to practice bringing that into my walking life.

I just felt some gratitude while saying that and it warmed my stomach (where some deep emotional knots are). Gratitude. Wow. God and gratitude seem the same at this moment.

Reminds me of a woman I know who is so vibrant so much of the time. Gleeful in a grounded and beautifully feminine way. She showed me about being feminine in a positive and not fake way, truly feminine. I’d tended toward being a tom boy before that. Well, I still do but I also appreciate that exuberant feminine side.

Now I want to love. Everything. (Dammit, bring back that creepy cat!)

It feels like the gratitude for my body and brain lit up with lucidity was what I “needed to see”. A roundabout answer to a question I wasn’t sure how to ask. Being grateful, I feel in a sense like my higher self, as discussed in the thread.

Since that dream I’ve researched practices in gratitude. Tonglen and others have appeared. My main focus is bringing it to all of my life (waking, dreaming, lucid, all). Now, can I be grateful while being with that cat or other similar darknesses? Yes, I’ve experienced that to degrees. Experienced gratitude along with protective boundaries simultaneously. I don't want to get stuck in "blank gratitude" – not consciously to the extent that I’d hurt myself with it.

The emotional tone of the gratitude in the dream and that came with me into waking life is hit on in the tone of this song.

Nothing In Between by Stuart Davis

Nothing In Between by Stuart Davis

Spoiler for Lyrics:

There is nothing in between us when we sleep
Every night the bliss begins to leak
Nothing in between us when we laugh
it’s something that our head will never grasp

It’s seen in between

There’s nothing in between your joy and mine
It’s all a lot of nectar on the vine
Joy is how my parents were entwined
and there’s nothing in between their lives and mine

We’ve seen

There’s nowhere to hide in the open Reality
Love is so wide, there isn’t a boundary
There is only one eye without any enemy
when you’ve seen in between

There’s nothing in between our skin and light
Nothing in between the wind and kite
Nothing in between our lips and grace
Nothing in between the tongue and taste

It’s seen

(Refrain)

There is nothing in between you and I
Nothing in between blue and sky
Nothing in between us and love
Nothing in between wings and doves

(Refrain)

There is nothing
in between

Lucid spike experiment looks promising. I learned that the spike at original volume just before REM period (0-19mins) wakes me up in a relaxed state. Feels like im almost asleep but im fully aware of my surroundings. I have also learned when entering my REM period(20-35min) the spikes original volume is too low and i end up sleeping right through it. I will have to go in to my recording software and tweak vol settings to figure out a level that can either wake my mind up or my physical body. End of Report

Awake Non-Lucid Semi-Lucid

I'm walking down a hill. Everything's very vivid. It's sunny, which is hot on my skin, and I need to narrow my eyes to see properly. I continue trudging down the hill until I get to the bottom.

I stop. There's a small villiage in front of me. The floor of it is made of small white stones, and there's a lake beyond. There are small boats between the houses. Is this Carvahall?

I become semi-lucid as I think of Eragon and how it's a book. This must be a dream. I forget to RC and stabillise, but I know for certain I'm dreaming.

I slowly walk forwards. Carvahall isn't like this in the book. It's a northern villiage where it's cold. There's no lake beyond, but a river, and they're farmers, not fishermen.

Oh well... It's still nice to be here. I notice that one of the boats has turned into a small plane. I turn it back to a boat because I want to feel like I'm in ancient times.

I walk up to a passerby and ask the name of the lake. He looks puzzled. "Why, it's Leona Lake of course!" Then picks up a net and walks away. I smile, because Leona Lake is next to Dras-Leona, not Carvahall. It appears my mind has put all of Alagaesia in one place. Looking beyond the lake I can see the Beor Mountains and a forest that is most likely Du Weldenvarden. Where the dwarves and the elves live.

Hey, maybe Eragon is here! I walk through the villiage until I think I find him. He's heading toward Leona Lake, a frown on his face. He's carrying both a shortsword and a longsword. I sneak up behind him, flip around him and grab both the swords. Then I throw the longsword back at him, hoping for a duel.

He doesn't look impressed. Apparently he's going across Leona Lake to find a captured friend. It's dark now, and there are loads of stars. I offer to join him. He looks suspicious for a moment, but then agrees.

I lose my lucidity whilest staring in amazement at the stars. He points to one of the larger ones and says that his friend is in that direction, so we begin to follow the star. Instead of travelling around the lake, we just get in and swim right through. I can't help thinking that this is so bizarre.

[Dreamskip] We're across the lake and walking up one of the hills that lead to the forest. We find some headstones, but this doesn't feel right. We glance at eachother, and pull out our swords. A moment later, dwarves jump out screaming.

April 22, 2011

Notes
After forgetting my dream last night, had 3 dreams tonight, one lucid. Went to bed at around 1am, woke up several times but eventually at 1:30pm. Great dreams tonight, some of the typical weird stuff that happens in my dreams. Attempted control at the end of the lucid dream, almost succeeded, blocked by some creepy projection of myself. Very memorable at the end of the lucid, very unsettling. Reoccurring people, which I've never noticed until I started this journal, and of course my dog Riley shows up again. Motifs of weird adventures, futuristic settings, otherworldly experiences, school, etc.

Entry 009
My first dream begins in a house. It's my house, only my room specifically seems to be bigger, with a really strange wall shape. The room sits kind of like a townhouse, on the second floor of some other apartment and only loosely attached to the main house. The atmosphere inside is just like my room-- books scattered everywhere, clashing color schemes and fabrics, random nic nacs on every surface. I'm sitting by the window, looking out at the street below. There's an eclectic shop across the road, filled with antiques and dried squid hanging from the ceiling (what?). I see a friend walk into view, maybe Sejal, maybe not, I can't really remember. She waves, I wave back then open up the window and jump down to the street. We go inside the shop for awhile. There's an old woman who looks like some kind of cartoon gypsy or one of those old fortuneteller machines sitting behind the counter, watching us like a hawk from behind her round spectacles. We leave and I go back up to my room, only to find everything either gone or covered in a white sheet. My mom comes in and said she did some "cleaning" and that she's packed up all my stuff for me to go to college.

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Another dream in similar setting to the first, only without the previous one ever happening and with the place that was my room now being a classroom. We live in some futuristic world, with tall white skyscrapers and even a couple flying cars here and there. Despite all the modernity, there are still places like the antique store with dried squid cramped along the narrow paths between buildings.

I'm walking, then I stop at a towering building meant for residential apartments. On the first floor I can see Burell, but I'm not here to see him. I am at a different floor in the building. I ring the bell and Donahue answers. There are already some students waiting inside. I get the impression that we always have school in these residential apartments for some reason, even though the classrooms are more like personal houses of the teachers than classrooms at all. We have a lesson, but I'm hardly paying attentions. My gaze keeps shifting to the wide, floor to ceiling windows which give a panorama view of the world outside, flying cars and all.

Eventually, one lesson ends and the majority of the students file out of the apartment. Only myself and a couple others are leftover, and we're all given instruments. We practice for awhile, then Donahue says something about us "being ready". Apparently there's some kind of festival around a bonfire today (something that seems strangely uncivilized for a nation with flying cars, but whatever...) and they need musicians so that the dancers have a beat. I leave, stop in at the antique-squid place again.

When I come out of the shop I look up at the sky and see it's getting dark. I have to hurry to the festival. Someone or something is with me all this time, but I'm not sure what it is. When I (we?) get to the festival, all of the other musicians have already taken their places in a horseshoe of black chairs set upon a hill. I kind of lurk in the back of these chairs, but never sit down or play. I have an ominous feeling, like something sinister is happening. I see Donahue front and center playing a tuba or something like that. The people around the fire dance.

As I'm walking back to the building, Burell sees me and intercepts. As we walk back together, I tell him I have some strange feeling about Donahue and the festival. Burell then tells me that I was right to, then reveals some dark past of Donahue's; why we have classes in his apartment, why there's a festival, why we were made to play music in the festival. When we get to the building, Burell slips in to his apartment on the first floor. As I'm standing there, staring at the place where Burell was standing only a second ago, Donahue sneaks up behind me and taps me on the shoulder. Is something wrong? He smiles.

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Final dream. I'm lucid. I'm in some kind of futuristic world, an underground society connected by dim, floating lights and wide tunnels of whooshing air used to travel. I've just moved in to a new, comfortable home and I'm inviting people over for a party. We're playing video games, watching TV and talking; just generally having fun. Eventually, however, some neighbors come over to complain. They're already holding a grudge against me for not inviting them, and so they want to interfere in our fun. I invite them in and I get some impression that I shouldn't have. Riley is here, and she's snapping at their heels. The floor is made of large multicolored tiles that light up underneath your feet and I can see myself backing away, lighting yellows, purples, reds, as they move forward.

The dream gets fuzzy here, I think I may have temporarily lost lucidity, but I get the impression they severely beat me up and that one of them rapes me.

When the dream comes back to me, they've switched my new home in to some kind of place of indoctrination. A bunch of brainwashed kids are sitting around me, my previous party guests, all wearing bathing suits, raincoats, tutus and other bizarre clothing. Occasionally a new person tries to enter the room and join us. If we find them attractive we let them in, and if we don't we beat them to a bloody pulp. One fat little girl in a purple bathing suit tries to come in. The room tenses. There's no way we can let her in.

Just as we're about to strike, I stand up and shout "NO". I'm wearing some kind of cosplay or costume with a tutu and a crown. It's very scanty. I run to the front of the room and tell the girl to quickly leave, and she won't get hurt. This action seems to somehow snap the rest of the people in there room out of their daze. I notice the original neighbors look furious. I also notice they don't seem to have human forms any longer, but are more like purple shadows with glowing eyes. I run out of the house with them chasing me. Somehow I am faster or more quick-witted than they are, so I can easily escape. The problem is how determined they are. They never stop chasing me for even a second.

I come to one of the air tunnels people use to travel in this world. There is a slight breeze coming down the tunnel, and floating in the air are things that look like orange lifesavers used on boats. I jump into the tunnel and the wind catches me before I drop to the bottom. I'm still slowly heading to the bottom, however, and I realize that you have to grab the lifesavers for the tunnel to effectively work. I somehow control the wind with my mind to blow harder, and then I'm swinging from lifesaver to lifesaver like a monkey, the wind at my back driving me down the tunnel.

I do this for a long time, sometimes running through crowds of people at entrance to a movie theater, one time skating down an underground waterfall. I have to keep running or else I will be caught. Eventually I'm just walking through a crowd, aware that my enemies are far behind me. My lucid mind starts to wander. I remember that I need to try and control my dreams sometimes, and then I remember that one of the tasks of the month was to gather some flowers, and so I decide to create a field of red flowers. I see a door up ahead and open it. As I do a field starts to spawn ahead of me, an endless field of roses and poppies and other, unidentifiable flowers. I look back and the door is gone. I realize that there is some kind of presence with me. I look to my right and see a carbon copy of myself, grinning malevolently. "You can't control this." She says. I fall flat on my face in the field, and I can feel myself losing the dream. I try to feel the texture of the ground, like I've heard can stabilize the dream, and for a second it works. I can feel myself getting a grip back on the field. Within seconds, however, my twins face is between me and the ground and she's laughing at me. "It's already gone," she says. She's right. My eyes are flickering open, and I'm getting glimpses of my bedroom and the field alternately for a couple seconds. I try for several minutes to re-enter, but all I can see is my own face glaring at me, laughing.

I wake up.

Lucid Non-lucid

The beginning of this dream is blurred, since i had it so long ago. i was on a road of some sorts, and shouted out something like empowered dreaming now, and instantly became lucid with no signs or anything. When i was lucid, i jumped off the road, and came to a patch of land with a slight slope going down to a lake. on my right were trees, and on the lake there was a brick wall running through it on the left side, and bordered by trees on the right. the lake itself was shallow, with an abundance of weeds, which were everywhere, and a patch of rocks sticking up in the center. i figured id try to learn how to fly, and began to jump up high, and float down to the water, but was unable to fly. i tried about 3 times, each time landing in the water near or on the rocks, and swimming back (for some reason when im learning to fly i often have water to land in). getting tired of that i went to the brick wall, i felt it and looked at it, and decided to climb it. i looked at it and tried to force handholds into it. it somewhat worked, but when i becan to climb i woke up.

April 15, 2011
Lucid Dream 216: Enowapi 2090
Series: Mind of a Gamer, Episode 4
DILD
around 7:00am



The first part of the dream I remember is running the a swamp/bog area. The water only comes up to my knee at the deepest. I am holding an AK-105 and there are several guys running with me. My friends Mike B and Jon B are there. As well as Postman and 2Gats (two guys I used to play Socom 2 online with). We are in an actual version of the Socom 2 map, "Enowapi" (the all time best map of any shooter EVER). I run up the front ramp and head out onto the front ledge. Jon B puts the C4 on the front door. I notice there is an enemy off in the distance try to flank us. I lay down in the bushes around me. I'm watching him, but he is running behind to much brush. Finally he stopped moving behind a bush and was taking aim at Jon. I popped off three quick single shots and dropped him. The door exploded and I sprinted and ducked down in a nearby set of bushes.

The rest of my team was standing outside the front gate hurling grenades deep into the base passed me. I looked down at my gun and noticed there was a yoshi head with a crown on it. I thought, "This wasn't in socom? This was a COD Black-Ops feature. I then realized, that I was actually in Enowapi and not using a controller at all. I knew I must be dreaming. I performed a RC to confirm.

Seeing a real life replica of Enowapi just about made my jizz my pants. I seriously had to set the gun down, shake my hands and calm myself. I performed some quick stabilization even though the dream was crystal clear. I picked the gun up just as two enemies ran toward the front door. I waiting until they had ran right passed me, stood up and shot them both in the back. I then took off for the middle of the base. There is a ramp that leads underground in the middle of the enemies base. This is where we are supposed to plant the bomb. I sprinted toward ramp and two people started shooting at me. I popped one of them, but I couldn't see the other one. I jumped over the railing and landed half way down the ramp.

There is always a camper at the bottom, so I wasted no time and started shooting as I turned the bottom corner of the ramp. I blasted the guy in the head before he could hardly move. I waited a second and the guy from up top jumped over the railing and landed on the ramp. Before he could take a step, I jumped out and dropped him. I laughed to myself and thought, "Man this feels exactly like the old days. I am playing this exactly like I used to on the game." I knew what was next, so I sat in silence at the bottom of the ramp. My view kept changing from a normal first person perspective, to a third person perspective (the game is a third person shooter). I noticed this and decided to try and switch back and forth on my own. I felt around on the gun and there was a D-Pad on it. I started using the arrows to switch from first to third person. It felt so strange and amazing, that I just switched back and forth for a while.

I waited in third person and an impatient camper came running down the basement hallway toward me (thinking since there was no activity, no one was there). I popped out and dropped him before he could even get a shot off. Jon B, came running down the ramp with the bomb. he told me the last guy was outside, so I told him to just go plant the bomb and I would wait for him to come down the ramp. Jon ran passed and I was just about to say, "Watch out for mines," when I heard an explosion and knew he had stepped on one. I ran away from the ramp and into the basement. I picked up the bomb and headed toward the bomb plant area. I could see several mines set up around me. I almost stepped on one, but I managed to avoid it. I planted the bomb and sat in the corner watching it. I heard the last enemy shooting down the ramp as he ran. I just waited and watched him step on his own teammates mine and blow himself up.

The bomb went off and I exited the basement. Both teams were waiting above the ramp. Coach Beast from the show Glee was there. Along with two other people I know.... cC and Evan. Beast said, "Damn Yosh...you had one hell of a round. I've never had 7 in a round before." I said, "Hell I have had all 8 kills several times." Jon B and Mike came over and gave me a fist pound and were cheering. We had won the game 6-5 (you play best of 11). I asked Jon, "Man I wish they would remake Socom 2." Jon replied, "They did" he pointed all around us and then said, "It took them long enough though." I asked him what year it was and he told me it was 2090. Beast held out her hand and a holographic futuristic menu popped out of the air. Reminded me of the one from my Yoda dream. It had the scores on there. I was 8-7. I thought, "Damn! I was getting my ass kicked before that round." I held out my hand and a window popped up for me as well. I chose the Seal team again and pushed the "Ready" button. We had all decided to play another match.

I was walking back down out of the base toward our swamp spawn. Evan caught up to me and said, "It sucks we can't just fly down there....Damn, lucid restrictor plates." He held out his arm and I saw a metal plate on his arm. I looked at my arm and saw one as well. I decided to try and fly anyway. As soon as I took flight, I felt a shock of electricity zap my arm. I landed back on the ground. I thought, "Wow, that is pretty cool actually." Evan started talking about my friend Shawn's plasma TV and DVR and something else as we walked to the spawn. I was barely paying attention to him. I was just taking in the beauty of the map around me. It was awesome, because it was exactly like the game in every detail I could notice (it makes sense, because I have played that map so much I know every single elevation change, nook, cranny, tree, and bush ).

We played another match and because of the restrictor plate (i suppose) I ended up losing lucidity during the round. It played out much like a normal match in Enowapi and may have had some time skips. I ended up going 19-3 and killed six in the final round of this match. I either woke up at this time, or simply forgot the rest of the dream.

Series Details
With the dream series, "Mind of a Gamer," the gaming world and the dreaming world collide to produce a lucid paradise. Read as I take video game scenarios to the next level. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

First I was taking a class in "aqua boats" I can't remember what I called them in the dream, but it was like go-karts on water, and they were really fast and not really like water at all. There was a lot to the dream, but I didn't write it down and forgot most of it now.

Next dream I was at an anime convention or something in a hotel. The Sailor Scouts were battling their various nemesis in different rooms, I saw them as I was searching for something or just exploring. Then I found some people playing
MMORPGs and they talked about some new good ones I should check out. Then I watched/joined a live-action Call of Duty game before leaving to go to class. The teacher kicked me and my friend out for having some sort of gaming device that we were going to buy. I stopped by a girl's desk I guess I got close to and wrote my number on her desk before I left. My friend and I went to the check out for our games, then I was playing a Mario racing game, like the slide race in Mario 64 but not.
I came across a quaint touristy area in a park, they were selling candy and trinkets. At some point I jumped into the air and turned into a hawk, but it was too difficult to fly and too slow, so I turned human and flew that way. But I decided I should be invisible so I don't cause a seen, at the thought of invisibility I became lucid!
I made a mental note on what it was that caused me to be lucid, looked at my hands to keep the lucidity. (And even saw my feet way down on the ground, I was still flying.) I looked around for cute girls, there were a lot of people waking around in the park. I passed over a few then swooped down and picked a cutie up. When I kissed her I kept my eyes open and even tried to look at my hands to stay lucid, because I lost it last time when I kissed a girl. The first kiss went well, but directly after that I lost it and woke up frustrated.

I wonder if I'm paying too much attention to how things feel when I'm lucid, I'm too interested in the "realness" to just go with the flow? But if I go with the flow I might lose it lucidity and go back to dreaming... Although I don't remember ever losing lucidity that way. Research is needed.

Out of the many dreams I had last night this is all I can Remember in great detail.



I had a dream about being younger although knowing I was older in a playground with a lot of other kids.

I was apparently taking 2nd grade school classes again and was at recess, I walked around the park, it was covered in wet grass and puddles, it was a little chilly. But not too much to worry about. There were colorful slides and structures on the playground so I went towards one of the yellowish blue forts and decided to play on it. but three big kids were in my way and said they wouldnt let me on and that I would never get passed them, but I did, one by one my stubborness pushed them aside and I got to the top of the slide fort, they were angry so they started to chase me . I ran all around and hid behind slides. as I was hiding I noticed my school building, it was familiar in a way I could not explain. My teacher and some kids were playing in a large puddle it was deeper than most of the kids.I looked over and to my horror the three older kids found me and were running towards me, I noticed a HUGE slide easily taller than three school buildings combined and started to climb it knowing that it would be the best place to secure myself in, also aware that I could kick any of them down if they chose to start climbing, halfway up, however them pulled on my legs and threw me down, then they started wailing on me. I lost conciousness.



2. (LUCID) I was in dark room with a couple of candle lights illuminating the room, there were two portals on either sides of the walls I fought to stay lucid using every stabilization trick I knew, but soon after wandering around the candles the dream ended.



(Lucid) After I awoke from my first lucid I decided to fall back asleep and after about 10 mins of Sp, Large gusts of wind pulled my from my bed and threw me into a new room. It was a very brightly colored house. Very clean and nice. The walls were a bright feiry orange with blue to the sides. I looked around the rooms and saw my mom cleaning like usual. I went back into my room and saw my little brother playing video games (also like usual) I felt like the dream was trying to trick me with things I was comfortable with, so that I would just accept reality. But I knew there was something different to this place. A whole nother vibe to it. I walked outside and down the stairs around me were some quaint shops and a large cathedral. The whole town was vibrant with color, but very empty. I wandered around the streets in hope of finding someone new and interesting but i found no one. I woke up soon after ( or atleast I thought I did)

I awoke in the middle of my room telling my big brother about the dreams I had just had (later noting that I had no recollection of ever telling my brother that, because he had left for california the night before, which meant that I was in a false awakening and therefore still in a dream.) Tricked by my mind, I lost lucidity and continued with the dream plot.



(Fragment)

The next thing I knew I was in a large field joining in on a huge sport that most of my classes were playing. I saw alot of kids from my school and teachers as coaches. I joined in my World Civ 2 teachers team and grabbed a lights blue jersey. The game was played with a round ball and the object of the game was to tackle anyone who had the ball for a point. I played a couple rounds of the game until it ended and socialized with some of the friends I knew how I normally would.

I woke up.

03/05/2011
"Out to Clean Up the Streets"

I was on the streets of a suburban area. I have a vague recollection of a few different confrontations, within this setting. First, there was a gang of thugs who kept harassing my crowd. Then, at some point later, there were bomber planes swooping in and dropping ordinance all over the neighborhood area. I became lucid, among all these occurrences, and started messing around with telekinesis, just to be sure that this was all a dream; raising my hand to the sky and controlling the paths of some of these bomber jets with my mind.

Sometime while I was lucid, there was another scenario involving a run-in with thugs. I was with a few friends, and a car pulled into the area, machine gun fire spraying from within. The bullets screamed through the area where we had been standing, and I could feel them tearing into my lower body. It hurt a little, but not enough to take me down. They just left me kind of numb, fighting off the convincing atmosphere, and trying to hold onto my realization that none of this was really happening. I remember running out from behind a hiding spot - which I'd taken up instinctively - and trying to chase them down, being peppered with more bullets as the car sped away. Ultimately, the whole experience was too intense and unclear for me to completely take control and catch up to them. I trailed off to one side, falling behind, still feeling the lingering sensation of the imaginary bullets that had shredded through my imaginary body. I held my hands up in front of me, trying to hold onto the dream, and bringing everything back into an extreme level of clarity while looking at my features.

Time went by, and I was still lucid, having a conversation with some of the DC's I was hanging out with, earlier. I started levitating small objects with my mind, to try to prove to them that I was dreaming. We were in someone's house, and sitting around in the living room and I was getting a little bored, trying to think of something to do. Finally, I said that I was going to go after those guys that did the drive-by, again. One of these DC's was the most vocal about his skepticism of the whole lucidity thing. He said that I was stupid to even try going after the thugs, because he apparently thought I was going to die. I argued with him for a moment, telling him that he was acting just like all of the other oblivious DC's. I tried to explain to him all of the weird occurrences; the gang activity; the bombings; etc. It was all classic dream content. He wasn't buying it. Oh well. The last thing I remember about this moment was picking up one of the DC's little kids, to play with him for a minute, before I left.

Soon, I was back out on the street. I was looking around for the car that did the drive-by, and plotting out my course of action. I wanted to try something new, so instead of using telekinesis as a weapon, or looking for another weapon to take on, I decided to morph my arm into one...a rocket launcher. I had morphed my arm into a blade before, but never any complex machinery. It was almost effortless. I held my arm in front of me, passively visualizing a textbook transformation. My arm began to change and shift; smoothly and organically, in some places, but in sections and compartments, in others. Within a matter of seconds, I was wielding a red and yellow rocket launcher that looked like it was straight out of Unreal Tournament. The visual detail was just incredible. It looked completely unique, yet almost too incredibly intricate to have been made up, on the spot. Since my arm was the weapon, there was no trigger, so I pretty much 'willed' myself to shoot the weapon - and firing it was awesome. With one shot, a swarm of missiles scurried out of the barrel(s), screaming wildly out to a car that was parked on the street. All 3 or 4 missiles converged on the spot and blew the car to shit, lighting up the darkened streets and alleyways around me. I never ended up going after the thugs. I just walked up and down the street for a while, popping off rounds from this bad ass weapon.

Eventually, I had found another group of DCs, and I was showing off more lucid tricks to them. At one point, I drew a door on the wall with a marker or pencil, then I opened the door, revealing another door, inside. I then opened this new door, and found a slender, wooden beam which I slid out of the wall. It turned out to be a few feet long. After that, I stuck my arm in the hole it left behind, and continued pulling stuff out. Can't remember everything that I pulled out of the wall, though.



03/10/2011
Fragment
I was having a 'superspeed' foot-race, with family and friends. We were all crouched at the starting line, and everyone kept trying to cheat; jumping into false-starts and whatnot. I was able to get everyone to calm down just a little bit, but the start of the race was still ugly as hell; everyone stutter-stepping into their run, and no one really starting at the same time.

The actual race was amazing, though. We were tearing across the terrain like Sonic the Hedgehog; running so fast that, even when we got out to the ocean, we just kept on running over the top of the water. The whole thing actually had kind of a Mario-Kart feel to it. In fact, I think one of the characters was actually Mario, at one point. I believe it might have been Todd, but I'm not sure. All I know is that he was on my heels, the entire race.

Very clear, detailed dream - hence the long journal entry.

This dream began with me talking to a friend on the the phone. She mentioned something that caught me by surprise because I didn't remember telling her anything about it. I did an RC by checking my hands and noticed one didn't have as many lines on the palm as it should. I became lucid and took the time to anchor myself to the dream by chewing some gum (Trident Spearmint <3).

I decided to try and find Catie (a DC that represents my subconscious/dream guide/whatever you wish to call it). I didn't want to walk all the way over to the front door so I opened a window and decided to jump out of it instead. The moment the window was opened, a crow flew in my room and told me I should look for Courtney (an irl friend) instead. I wasn't sure why it wanted me to search for Courtney but I thought I may as well since it was the first time a crow had spoken to me without being asked a question first.

For some reason I went downstairs and went out the backdoor of the basement suite instead of the window. Once I opened the door, the fox (I really should name it soon) appeared and followed me out. It didn't do anything to attract my attention so I just ignored, I've grown used to it showing up randomly and following me around. I'm even starting to like it's company, except when it makes me lose focus by yipping, yelping, barking, or whatever you call that sound. Anyways, instead of being in my backyard, we were in the street of some residential area that seemed strangely familiar.

We went down a couple houses and stopped at one that I somehow identified as Courtney's (although it didn't look like her's). I knocked on the door and, through the window, saw someone making their way over to answer. A girl opened the door (or woman I should say, she seemed to be slightly older than me) but it wasn't the Courtney that I'm friends with, just some DC. An adorably cute one, mind you, but a random DC nonetheless. Her face did seem familiar however but I'm not sure why. I've probably seen her in another dream or maybe seen someone who looks similar at the mall or something.

I was happy to see her and I soon got the impression that she was supposed to be my girlfriend in this dream. She was even happier to see me and greeted me with a hug that literally seemed to last hours. I noticed the faint scent of black jellybeans (which are awesome) so I guess she was wearing perfume or something. Do they even sell perfume/cologne that makes you smell like jellybeans btw? I should Google that. I managed to do a couple reality checks and a few stabilization techniques before she finally let go. It was at this point that I realized the fox had left to do something. She then kissed me, which also seemed to last for hours. I didn't need to do anything to stabilize the dream during those ''hours'' though, she had (spearmint flavored <3) gum or something in her mouth so the taste was enough to keep the dream from falling apart. We eventually made our way to her bed and did the grown-folk. =P While we were lying in bed, she started telling me something that she felt was important but I couldn't pay attention because the dream was destabilizing. I "woke up" soon after.

I was back in bed and checked the clock to see how late I had slept in. When I saw it had odd symbols on it, I realized it was only a false awakening. I did several reality checks to make sure I was dreaming, then I went back out the basement suite's backdoor (the fox didn't show up this time), and headed towards Courtney's place again. This time she was wearing a blue slip dress. Normally I don't remember what DC were wearing in my dreams but this time I did so I guess my recall's improving. Hurray for progress. We sat down on her couch and started talking about something but I can't remember what was said. The dialogue seemed to have been significant to the dream but I've never been very good at remembering conversations, I'll have to focus on improving that. The dream fell apart soon after.

I woke up and checked the clock, this time I really was awake. Turns out I had only been asleep for just under two hours but the dream felt like it lasted much longer than that.

I don't know if this dream means anything but if it does, maybe I still have feelings for Courtney (my friend, not the DC). We never really had a full-on relationship but we had something going on between us; for a short while at least.
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I need to remember to ask that fox a couple questions next time I see it, like why it's been following me around lately. I've got to come up with a name for it too since simply addressing it by ''the fox'' sounds weird. Also, I just had the strangest feeling of déjà vu déjà rêve (since it feels like I've dreamt of this before) while typing this out. ._.

i can still remember this because what happened inside of it
dream part1 this dream is some kind of mishmosh there is a lot of those

i had body and verbal control we were sitting at a bench in our primary school at night for some reason well we were talking at the bench we were talking about the school trip to some waterpark the night went on so we went inside the school which was a morrisons then i saw nibbler from futurama then i read a newspaper saying about a mysterious killer and nibbler teleported into the vent and went crazy and tried to kill us and i saw a portal a time portal because it was day and the waterpark jumped in it ended
part 2
i repeated the portal bit again and i started to fall, i hate that feeling and i fell on the floor and got some blood on my mouth you know the matrix yes there was blood on my lips in real life (i died so many times in my dreams it just went on now) so anyway i went into this massive water slide and as i finished i saw some children and as they got closer i saw that they were cyborgs and i started to get chased by them and then i got in a dinghy and flew away

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!