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February 18, 2011
Lucid Dream 181: An Unsatisfactory Performance
Series: Sexcapades, Episode 1
around 4:00pm
DILD

Category - Party/Sexual


....Sexual Content Dream....I can't remember the start of this dream for anything. I have flashes of waiting on a pier and getting onto a cruise ship. Other than that, I haven't a clue. The first think I remember, is running into a friend from high school. I was on a large cruise ship and ran into "Agi." It was night time, and we were at the back of the ship and there was romantic music playing. I began kissing her neck and slowly laid her down on her back. I remember thinking, ok I better stabilize so the dream doesn't end. From this point on I was lucid. I performed some quick stabilization techniques and removed her bathing suit. She looked absolutely stunning naked. We started slow, romantic sex in missionary. After a bit, I was bored, so I started hammering away. I changed position to where I was standing up straight and holding her upside down. The back of her head was still laying on the ground. After a bit, I rolled her over and changed holes. I was now rocking it doggy-style in her ass. I later placed "myself" between her tits and began titty f***ing her. About this time, two other females joined in. I lost lucidity during the three way action.

Agi had now turned into an attractive asian chick. I was dressed and talking to the two woman who had joined in. We were all four porn stars on party cruise. As we drank and smoked a few blunts, the girls were talking to me about the asian. They said that this was the fourth session in a row that she was unsatisfied with. I immediately got defensive. I said, "What? I was putting everything I had out there? How could she not enjoy that?" The two girls both agreed with me and said that they were more than pleased with the session. One of the girls moved her foot up and began massaging "me" under the table. One said, "Maybe she likes getting her ass licked?" I replied, "I did that! She seemed like she was enjoying it!" I woke up while taking shots with the porn stars.

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!

Dream Lucid Me DC DG?

Dream 1
I´m sitting on my bed, watching some videos from my computer. They´re all some horror movies and they all have zombie virus as a theme. I remember only one from this dream. (Okay, this one didn´t really have zombie virus in it.)It was about some boy who had some sort of decease which prevented him from bending his legs. (He was my cousin in the dream.) There were two guys in some maze made of hay. The other guy had a big gun. I was the other one. I left, and then saw some scenes where the other guy went back first to one of the walls, which was covered in blood. When I came back, I saw the deceased boy dancing on top of an pile of corpses (The gunman was on the top.) and saying something like "Now we´re a big and happy family forever." (Thats what kids with necronomic powers allways say in horror movies, right?) Then the dream changed.

Dream 2
I´m in some mansion. There´s a man in there who is blamed because he did something with bees. Later I find out that he used the bees to carry an virus of some sort. Then one of the mans in there goes crazy and shoots the beeman to the face with an shotgun. (Luckily, he only had one ammo.) Then people start to eat each others fingernails. (Well, more like fingertips. They said they have lots of lactose in them.) Thats the point where I decide to run away and never come back. When I exit the house, I see people eating dogs. (Alive dogs, that is.) I run to a tunnel. Then I suddenly remember how to exit a dream. I close my eyes and open them as fast as I can few times. Then I remember that I could become lucid instead of stopping the dream. But the dream starts to fade. I manage to stabilize it and exit the tunnel. I start to fly, but some kids fly after me saying something which I can´t remember. I send them away. Two other girls appear saying something about some sandal competion. I tell them to stop coming to me, because I want to enjoy my lucid. But as they´re turning away, I remember something again. "Unless you know where my dream guide is." ,I say to them. "Follow us." ,they say. We fly closer to the house where I left. "Patrik, come here!" ,they yell. "Is my dream guides name Patrik?" ,I ask. "No, he´s going to help you find youre dream guide." ,they answer. We land and some cartoon style japanese/chinese (Thin, eyes closed, big teeths on upper jaw, that kind of cartoon.) appears. "Follow me." he says. I follow him to a door and he opens it. All four of us step in. It´s some basement, which seems to be under construction. There´s cobwebs everywhere. There´s some pretty pale thing standing there. "Do you know where my dream guide is?" ,I ask. He just stands there. The door slowly closes behind us. I see an cardboard troll thing behind a low wall. It rises higher and higher. I get a little scared. "Don´t worry." ,Patrik says. I calm down and look at the troll. It immedietly goes back behind the wall. "Well?" ,I say to the pale thing. Still no answer. I keep the troll behind the wall by looking at it onces in a while. I start to here some music. I quess it´s supposed to be scary but it´s not. "Go through that door." ,the thing finaly says. It´s not really a door. It´s just some foam covering an hole in the wall. We pull it away, and on the other side I see an thing similiar to the one in the basement, but this one seems angry. I also see two platforms there. The angry thing says something about damn kids while I step onto the higher platform. There´s two red balls on it. But then the dream starts to fade and I wake up.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! I kinda failed my WBTB this morning, fell asleep again and woke up a few hours later. I figured I still had time for the G+C combo, and even though it worked, I couldn't fall back asleep afterwards. The lucid was a fun one though, so I don't mind!

00.15: Sleep

05.55: Crazy elevator ride
I'm in an elevator with a black guy. He's got a glock and I realise he's going to shoot someone. The doors open and he kills two people instantly. The doors close and we go to the next floor. Rinse and repeat. I press myself to the corner of the elevator to not get hit. The doors open once again and this time the two people don't go down in a second. They are pumped full of lead and blood gets everywhere. The doors close. We go down a level and when they open again. Two guys rush in with guns pointing at our heads. The guy I'm with drops the glock and I pick it up. "You think you're fast enough for me?" one of the guys ask. I draw and shoot two shots in an instant. Nothing happens though, and it's like I was shooting blanks, but we all knew I would. "Haha see? It's as fast as a doubleclick with the mouse" I say and they all agree that I'm fast.

05.55: Fragment
*I'm at some appartment complex. A few old people have just moved in next door, and some guy really wants their appartment. He begs and almost starts crying. I spot a river full of colourful pieces of glass. I pick a blue one up and head towards the nice pond in the middle of the place.

07.20: WBTB 10 minutes

08.10: I am in control MILD
I'm running around at some complex, playing a weird game with alot of othe people. The map reminds me of some "Golden Eye" map, winter and sterile surroundings, glass windows and metal stairs all around. I hide behind some boxes. I need to get a hold of some brown stones. They are scattered all around the map, and you're supposed to put them in snowballs which you then throw at people to kill them or whatever. I get out of hiding and find a small brown stone and put it in a snowball. Some guys on mammoth's run past me and I follow them.

A smaller mammoth is at the back and I intend to get him. I throw the snowball at the beast and it collapses. I start fighting the small rider, and suddenly we're in a garage. I can't fight as usual, and my kicks are so lame. I have the advantage though, and I land atleast one nice kick in his stomach. Some other people shows up, one guy laughs at me. "You want some too?" I ask and walk up to him. I start dodging to the side like a boxer, and remove my gloves. I can't seem to hit him though, and it's really frustrating.

I become lucid and stop what I'm doing. I turn around and give the smaller guy a blow in the stomach that throws him with incredible force into a corner. I quickly turn around again and grab the other guy and his girlfriend with telekinesis. I slam them into the wall next to the other guy and hold them there. "Everyone, line up infront of me!" I yell at the remaining people in the garage. They start lining up, side by side infront of me. "Come on hurry up" I say and grab the remaining people with telekinesis and position them.

I count seven people infront of me. I look at my hands and rub them. It's time for some payback I think and turn around to the people at the wall. I recognise the girl, it's Ariadne from "Inception". "You're way too cute to die. Get in line" I tell her and she gets in line with everyone else. "Hmm... Now we're two people too many" I say and try to figure out who I need to get rid of. I take a close look at each and everyone, and a half-bald, short guy in his late thirties gets my attention. "You" I say and point my finger at his face. I close my thumb just like I was holding a gun, and he jerks. A small red dot appears on his forehead and he collapses. A guy next to him looks almost the same, and I decide he's next. "Kill yourself" I tell him. He points his finger to his temple, and pulls the trigger. He collapses next to his friend.



"I am in complete control over you!" I say. "You're just a part of my subconscious". I try to remember my dreamtask, but I can't recall what it was. "What was my dreamtask?" I ask them. "Beer and bread" a guy tells me. An old classmate of mine, starts talking. "You owe me a beer! Remember last ti..." I cut him off by grabbing his throat with telekinesis and lift him up. "What did you say? I can't hear you" I tell him and watch him struggle. He's making grotesque faces and strangled noises. "I am in complete control!" I yell at them as I walk down the line. When I get back to the middle I release him. He gasps for air on his knees.

Suddenly I remember my task, to summon Ozzy once again. "Get out of the way" I tell a girl at the end of the line and push her to the side. I look around the corner and whistle. "Ozzy! Come here boy!" I yell. Nothing. I look to my left and then back again and there he is. He runs up to me, he's brown this time, and he's got a tail, but his size is the same, around two feet tall. He bites my wrist gently and don't want to let go. "How are you?" I ask him and wonder if he can answer me. I hug him and scratch his chest, the feeling is very realistic, but as I close my eyes, I start to lose the dream.

I try to DEILD, but my recall isn't the best, and I'm afraid I will lose the memory of the dream, so I give up.

08.10: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7½ hours

Supplements: 2 x Omega-3, 200 mg B6, 250 ml applejuice, 1 x Lucid Dreamer at WBTB

That's it! I'm not sure I've had that good control with telekinesis before. Everything happened in an instant and there was no resistance at all. Was also a very long time ago since I was actually evil in my dreams, but I have to admit it was fun!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

NON DREAM DREAM LUCID DREAM
I am walking up the stairs, trying not to make too much sound, my shoes hard against the hard wooden floor, as if they might fear that I’m a prowler. It’s the house of my auntie, Chris (perhaps triggered by the lengthy conversation with my mum last night about Chris and Oma and Luke) – the original house from childhood visits - and I’ve just arrived in Holland. Coming up the stairs onto the first floor, the door is open, so I’m planning on going into the first room opposite the stairs without stirring anyone, but when the bed comes into view, there is a soft pre-dawn light filtering through transparent curtains, and my cousin Luke is going down on his girlfriend, she wearing nothing but a green t-shirt (perhaps a reference to my favourite colour at Induction Day at Amnesty yesterday)... They see me almost immediately, reacting surprised, the girl gesturing with some embarrassment that my room is upstairs, as I also try and save the situation, like I don’t want to interrupt I only need to know where I’m sleeping and I’ll be as quick as gone. In the next room, where I expect to find Chris, there is again movement under the blanket, and multiple heads stick out surprised, with at least three couples all surprised to see me.

Upstairs in the dark, spacious attic like a small community hall with hard wooden floor, there are lots of people who are familiar to me as the friends me and Luke used to hang with when we were all younger, and starting with Luke, I give them all big powerful hugs, crushing them close for a brief passionate hug in the excitement, although physically they all resemble closer the dark long-haired, Latino faces of More’s friends we used to hang with in Cusco, or in Plaza Dorego in Buenos Aires, and I suppose thusly, a gringo, a friend of a friend, I’m more excited to see them again as they are of me. They’re all coming to visit at the same time, and next I remember that a band, modelled physically on the consummate rock star faces of The Church (in mid-December 2010 they played at my last shift working at Notes), singing 90's grunge music, the singer almost resembling a thinner version of old Peter Fonda (from the Californication episode a few days back on late Sunday night), playing a low-strapped electric Stratocaster, in the middle of the room without needing to set up.

At the drinks table, a guy who is in his late 30’s, a musician type, recognises me as the guest of honour, asks me to crack his back, and I don’t need too much instruction before I hold him firmly with my left hand on his shoulder and with my other hand cupped inside his left shoulder blade push it forward with a sinewy pop that seems to relieve him. He then tests out how much looser his shoulder feels, softly but still quite rigidly assuming a drummer’s stance and playing a simple beat on the air. There’s another veteran of the rock scene, tall and strong and a bald head, dressed sharp and all black, and, in the obliged manner as if the gig and their being present were contractual, he pours me a drink as if for a competition winner. He and the drummer talk about how tough musicians have it, continuing without irony even as I tell them that they’re lucky, they get to make a living out of playing music.

*

In another scene, I am downstairs, outside in a small narrow courtyard on the side of the house, and one of the girls across from me talks about how they have this thing they do, and I realise that there’s a guy that has already scaled the two tiers of sloping tiled rooves.

He is standing on the edge of the roof, if only for the rush of adrenaline, when he suddenly snaps backward violently as if slipping, and very quickly slides on his back down the first tier of slick, concave terracotta tiles, bouncing down onto the second shorter tier, when we all stand, reacting to break his mortal fall, but without significant resistance caused by any one of us, he somehow slows, turning on the lip of the roof and, cart wheeling smoothly in the air, lands gracefully on his feet.


In a subsequent scene, I move naturally through the liquid surface of a horizontal, rectangular mirror set at eye-level on the wall, coming out again in the darkened back of what resembles a garage and move to the front, with the big barn-like door open and strong sunlight coming in through the gaps in the roof as if it were made up of long sticks bound together, or lots of big holes in the jungle leaf roofing.

I notice a strange looking child next to my leg, who seems to be alone (perhaps like the toddler in the stroller alone outside the general store along Glebe Point Road yesterday, staring expressionlessly down the street) and I stoop to it, perhaps to ask where her mother is. The ugly, fat baby, standing up wobbling with arms outstretched, not physically older than 2 years old, talks to me, although in a squeaky voice, perfectly, like talking to a much older kid. Loose, pock-marked skin, becomes mice ears the next time I look (like my pet rat when I was in my teens who developed a tumour and lost all of its hair)...

Holding it in my hands, I put it down to let it free as an over-grown bald and wrinkly mouse, that resembles the skin and deformation of a person with an ageing disorder. I think about it again (perhaps based on my background thinking lately to more regularly question to the logic of what I’m experiencing, and exercise my memory like whether I can remember the steps that lead me to my present location) and suddenly realise that I must be in a dream, immediately holding my nose and when I feel the contradictory wind through my nostrils, I say out loud that I’m dreaming to Simon Patterson who has been with me for sometime now, who I know will be interested in this realisation and follow me in exploring its implications.


Lucid dreaming, I suppress the thought that I might wake up if I get too excited, as well as the thought to write down this breakthrough and document what is happening subsequently (as if learning from the previous attempt – with the differently coloured humus – where I immediately began writing in the excitement, a reaction that I explained to Symo and Ken on last Friday night as being stupid, saying that ‘I totally missed the point’), and have no trouble focusing on trying to change the scene with my mind, focusing specifically on the mirror which we have been passing through. I see the people in the courtyard on the other side, but now the conceit doesn’t function, and the mirror changes from a realistic inanimate object into never existing in the first place, an empty black frame built into the wall. I had assumed that my sub-conscious was still active, and it seems from this evidence that my awakening of conscious awareness in the dream has limited the fanciful potential of my imagination.

19.02.2011

Cash drop hour!! (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was attending a class of something. It was probably a class about ESP or some sort of psychic stuff that I already archive and use on a daily basis, I cannot remember well.
The teacher was pretty eccentric and I was feeling bothered because the teacher was trying to teach me something she was well aware I already archived.

We went to some sort of beach with the entire class. The teacher told me how to do some kind of energy work, but I told her I knew well about it. While we were waiting for other students, a red parrot flew by me and turned into a dark red pigeon. It stopped by me and the teacher stared in amazement. I started to pet the pigeon and it started to purr like a cat. I was surprised of such situation and looked at the animal. It was a cat, a beautiful red skinned cat. It almost glowed. The cat was asking for love and purring very intensely.

Suddenly, I waked to a kiosk with a stage. A sat in the stage with a few random psychics that I do not know in waking life. One psychic told me to create a PSI Ball and throw it to one guy or gal in the public. I did. My PSI ball hitted a guy who woke abruptly from his chair and grabbed a can of coke. He drank the whole can in one gulp and died. I was surprised of what happened. Another psychic threw a PSI Ball to other gal in the crowd. She stood up and grabbed a can of Red Bull. She drank it in one gulp and died as well.

A third member of the crowd got hit by another PSI Ball, but before she could grab a can of a soda, I threw a bottle of water. She drank from it and did not die. I told the other psychics that sodas were not good. From here, we did some sort of manifestation against soft-drinks distributors.

I walked to my neighborhood and I saw a few DC (both adults and kids) picking up cash and stuff from the floor. I saw a small banner that said, "Cash drop hour. Next event at 2:45 PM" I figured that some rich people arrived to throw free money. I went upstairs, home, where I met with a random DC. We were watching some TV when she realized that more people was dropping cash. I ran and exited my building. I grabbed a $1,000 bill before it scape, but it had a white face, so it was fake. I focused on picking up as much cash as I could from the ground. However, I arrived late. I realized that at least I could pick up some cash. I had a few $10 bills and two $500 bills. I was happy because I could pay of some credit cards I have some balance left. I also had some credit vouchers from restaurants and some Magic the Gathering cards. I ran home and when I arrived to show the DC all I gathered, I had none. Both the DC and I ran downstairs and exited our home. We saw some people picking up stuff from the floor. The next cash drop event was going to take place in a street, but my friend did not want to go.

Suddenly, the dream rewinded itself to the beach. I realized I just been there, so I turned lucid. My level of lucidity was very low and I had little control over the dream and the plot guided me. I recalled the Cash drop hour and I wanted to be there first, so I decided to teleport there.

I arrived at my street and I saw a TV where they announced that several people was dying fast. I saw it was the kiosk where I was with those psychics. I felt sorry for them as I knew the solution, but I wanted to be there first so I could take some cash to the waking world.

I saw a few kids with a big stack of Magic the Gathering cards. One of them told me, "I got his amazing card. It is some awesome! I might throw it at the cash drop even to make it more interesting!" I asked the kid to show me the card. I replied, "It is just Liliana Vess. She is a nice planeswalker, but I got a few of those... she is work about $10... nothing to freak out" The kid showed me some useless cards and some other good, but not big dollar cards.

I wondered when the cash drop was going to start. I was not sure how long the dream was going to last and I wanted some cash. I asked to myself if I really could take any cash at all.

It was sunny and I wanted to do something, so I decided to draw a portal with my fingers like I did in the past, with no success... I did not focus really into the task as I wanted to wait for the cash drop thingy. I snapped my fingers twice in order to summon Dreamer, but I neither put a lot of effort, so it failed. I had no control on this dream and I was neither thinking straight. While I waited for the event to happen, I woke up.

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This took place a few years ago maybe 2006.

Background: I am white and American and have had black friends but that's about it.

My dream had me as a young man about 21 walking on a typical street with my guy friends. I knew I was black and I could see my hands and also felt this was a dream. I knew my friends and all their peculiar aspects that make people different. I felt the freedom of dreaming and knowing it and being white and yet never being able to shout the word I did so now, "Yo nigga! Nigga nigga nigga!" My friends looked at me like I was really stupid like "whats your damage?" That was not what I expected, as a white person you come to fear that word lest you start a fight or be branded a racist. My friends continued walking down the street more discussing some crazy things this guy did. I was looking around at street lamps and random stuff so I could see the world through a black mans eyes, of course there was no difference. Then I started to float above my friends and looked down at them as one of them was getting all animated telling this story.
Then I was in a nice house, I was the same person and felt the same. My coat was no longer on and I was wearing a childish looking striped shirt and I was in a bedroom, my bedroom. I recognized it and yet knew I had never seen it before. I walked out of the room to look around. In the hallway a my sister [never seen this girl before and yes she was a black attractive girl maybe in her mid teens] came out of a room and started yelling stuff at me, she was really angry. I had never seen this girl before so I just stood there thinking of how strange this was getting. She stopped and waited for me to say something but before I could my mom walked in [yes another person I never have laid eyes on], "What is going on in here?" My sister yelled a lot that I was doing something to upset her. I was starting to identify with my new self and didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to say the wrong thing and make things worse. This was getting intense and I could feel my dad [he was a quiet guy but large, the strong silent type but the mom ran the show, and yes he is unknown to me, as a white man anyways.] My sister on a rampage yelled "BUT MOM???" I felt I had to get out of there and the dream, or whatever it was, faded. I woke up happy to be out of there but glad I had a new appreciation for the Afro-American experience.

18/12/2010

Lucid dream – OBE type exit

I went to bed very early at 8:00 because I had a headache and was very tired. I awoke from this dream experience at 8:57. The fact that I was dead tired probably helped me fall into a REM stage of sleep faster than usual.

Firstly I woke up with some fragments of a dream that I now forgot.

I went back to sleep doing a 3rd eye meditation. I started to feel a spinning sensation and soon I fell out of my body and on to my bedroom floor. I felt the floor boards against my back, I was laying on my back facing the ceiling. Suddenly I started getting pulled through the floor. I couldn't see anything it was all black. I felt as though I was being stretched.

I sprang back into my body like a rubber band. Stayed there for a while then started floating up towards the ceiling passed through the roof the sky was all blue, strange since it as night time. I started moving faster and faster, the suddenly 'landed' in my room in a fully lucid state.

I didn't bother with any reality checks as I already knew I was dreaming I opened my bedroom door, the house looked so real nothing was out of place, I suddenly had a bad feeling that maybe I wasn't dreaming. Since I was wearing nothing but my underpants. I quickly ran into the bathroom directly opposite my room. I looked in the mirror, my eyes were all red and swollen.

I must be dreaming my face looks too strange, I did a reality check of pushing my hand through the other one, it passed through with ease, phew I was dreaming. I looked at my hands in the mirror they were just a ball of skin/hands joined together.

I waked out and back into my room I put some cloths on just in case, I still wasn't totally convinced.( even if I did push my hand through the other one) I walked out into the living room my brother and his friend were watching TV the room was very different from real life so I knew I was dreaming.
I looked at her and said “ Come with me.”
She said “no I am with him”
“Of course you are, sorry I'll leave now:, and I headed out the back door.

Strangely my backyard was that of a house I lived in over a year ago. I was walking towards the front fence, it is a 6foot high steel fence, I thought I will just walk through it since I am dreaming So I did just that, but to my surprise the fence actually fell over.

I walked out to the road there were lots of cars driving by as if it were a main road. I decided to just walk out into the middle of the road and steal someone's car. A motorbike was approaching I though to myself cool this will be fun to ride around on. The bike stopped I signalled to the guy to get of, and take his helmet off, he obeyed but looked very sad. I was struggling to get the helmet on apparently I had something on my head not too sure.

While I was struggling another bike exactly the same pulled up and the guy from the first bike tried to get on his, I stopped him. “What are you doing, you can not take that bike:, I said to him. “I only just bought the bike”. “When did you buy it”,” yesterday lunchtime”. I fely really sad for stealing his bike so I gave it back.

I then woke up and was surprised to find I had only been asleep for less than 1 hour.

December 8th

I was crawling through the streets of Africa, I was hiding from nothing. I went into a dance pad to see the girl I like in the arms of my friend. I unleashed a massive payload laying down every person in the room.

I then escaped noticing a lot of blacks looking at me, admiring me becuase I just shot up a bunch of white dudes in the Dance Pad. The next thing I remember I was driving the car below and racing it against someone.



As I was racing in labs, the car disappeared and I realized that I was running . Then I stopped and found my dad waiting for me in a near by bush. We went to play baseball, only to find a kid I know beating up another kid in the sandlot.

Then the scene changes and I heard about some assassination during WW2. The guy who did this was kept in prison and died at the age of 42.

The scene goes blank and I find myself wandering through different floors of my school. I remember entering a floor and have people yell at me saying it was forbidden.

I enter my Spanish class and sat down with my students. My teacher said we were working in groups; so I got paired with a Devil, Zombie, and a ghoul which looked similar to the one below.


It was crazy and I forgot to do a reality check. I ran out of the classroom and remembered drinking from a water fountain. As I was drinking I jammed the water fountain. Then it started to over flood and the water turned into eggnog and cappuccino. I remediable seeing a chess board in my dreams and playing against a man who said he was trapped in the dream world for 7 years. I immediately did a reality check but woke up instantly. This was a really crazy dream.

This whole adventure stared with a normal dream that I can't remember the details of, and lead into a false awakening.

I woke up the same place I had fallen asleep, on the couch, to my roommates L and S and S's family getting home from the Chinese New Year Parade. I turn to tell S my dream, but in stead she mocks me for falling asleep instead of doing my homework. I told her I didn't plan to sleep for long, and she asked when the paper was due on the story I was reading. I told her there was no such paper, I just had to read the story. She gave me the face of "sure there is no paper" and began to walk away. I decided to write my dream into my dream journal and that reminded me to do a reality check.

I pinched my nose shut, closed my mouth and was able to take a full breath. "Oh my God! I am dreaming" I say with excitement. For awhile I was just nerding out that I knew I was dreaming and the dream began to shift. I looked through the house and saw sections missing. Not like the walls just weren't there, but a loss of detail in the dream. I if I had painted white over it with photoshop. Not many of the things in the room were retaining their detail. I thought it might be because I was not able to retain all the information within my conscious mind.

I began to wonder what I should do. I could do anything. I turn to see my roommates S and M on the couch. I turn to M and say "hi" in a silly way. (It almost a ritual irl to keep saying it over and over each time getting more silly) She turns and looks at me with a blank, neutral stare. Clearly not interested in socially interacting with me. I am not phased (for I am used to that irl) I say hi again in an even more ridiculous way. She smiles and says hi back, waving in a cute way. I start to tell her that I am in a dream. I decided not to try and convince her she is not in a dream, I just feel like I needed to tell someone . I open my mouth to speak, and words come out in a soft raspy whisper. It was very similar to loosing your voice. I thought of a speech from a brain scientist I say on TED.com where she has a stroke and is analyzing herself from the inside out. There is a particular part where she is unable to understand language that reminded me of it. (which I found interesting upon awakening that I was drawing from my rl memories) I try to talk a bit longer and words become a bit clearer, but I decide to move on to try other things before my dream collapses.

I turn to see M's computer in the living room. It is playing mabinogi (her fav MMO RPG) by itself. I think, that maybe she is just set on follow, since we have made the mistake before, but at a closer look it is actually fighting and wining. After deciding that that was awesome I step away from the screen to find that nearly the entire living room has disappeared. I feel exhausted, and I begin to have trouble focusing my eyes. I decide to concentrate, and begin to think of what everything looks like so that nothing collapses. It did not take long for me to feel back to normal and for the house to be restored. I again decide to move on.

As if to answer the question of what to do next I begin to float in the middle of the room. I smile, totally thrilled, because that is the main reason lucid dreaming is appealing to me, flying. I continue to float until I bump lightly into the ceiling. I giggle at the amateur nature of my flying, but decide to try anyway. I open the window, and begin to soar into the peaceful, foggy city of San Francisco. I almost start to cry I am so happy. I am lead into another false awakening.

I wake up on the couch again to everyone coming home and I begin to tell S about my lucid dream. She does not seem as excited as I expected, but I am having trouble telling the story because I am super hot and fumbling over my words. I feel sick and she seems to think I am also. She makes the comment that if I ever think she looks like she might be sick it is because I am sick. I remember saying that earlier (not irl) and realize I must be running a fever. I am unable to move most of my body very far, so I ask her to help me up. She grabs my hand and pulls me to a sitting position, but I only fall back down again because I can not keep my body erect. I try to get off the couch, only to sort of slither with my blankets onto the floor. I still can't move. S then asks me bout my lucid dream. I tell her about how I did a reality check. I actually went through the motions, but purposely left space so that I could really breathe. (I wish I hadn't because then I would have known that I was dreaming ). After I explain about how the world was not there, it seemed like it had been photoshoped away, she begins to say how I am sick because I am working to much, and how I need to slow down, yada yada yada. I begin to defend myself and wake up on the couch.

I do a reality check immediately to find I am awake.

No, it wasn't scary but I do remember seeing a yellow spacecraft. It had magnets to get cars with. I was confused because I wondered why every car that it passed didn't go up there with it. It was pretty much a dark dream.
I then dreamed of flying and having se...a wonderful time with some cute guys, and girls!? I know that's weird.
I flew with rocket boots, that were white and blue. I flew so far that I "escaped from the dream" and went to an all dark place, and I expierenced the sensation of flying, with endless possiblilties. I asked for my dream guide, because I recalled my dream goals. "Dream guide!" I sort of commanded, but I saw a man with a coat covering his face, well imagined him from another dream. I thought Allison was my dream guide, but I guess this one was. He didn't come meet me yet, I guess I am not ready to meet him, or that wasn't really my dream guide. I noticed, two DCs tried to stop me from having a certian "thing" with these other cute dudes, but I told them to backoff, because it was a dream and I didn't care about them. I have been more violent with my DCs lately because they annoy me with their concerns over the fake world. In a pervious lucid, a dumb Monkey/sheep thing was driving a car and used its powers to become bigger and defeat me. "I don't think so! You can't beat ME in dreamworld!" I said as I increased in size, so huged that I broke out of my dream and entered SP. (I must've been REALLY angry.) It was the weirded SP ever. Back to the weird dream, I was so used to being lucid, I just did "whatever."
I had another lucid when I slept with a guy in a weird stall. It was fun lol! idk why my dreams have been about that, lately, it's not like it's even my Dream Goal!!
So I have had alot of lucids in the past few days, and they're all weird. It might be the fruit I'm eating? Also, the Lion King song "I Just Can't Wait to be King" was stuck in my head, so that might've come up in the dream. And in my lucid dream, I dreamt I was having a lucid dream, but I went in the dream and knew I was dreaming. It was like a false awakening, I was highly aware.

I shouldn't even categorize this as lucid. But technically it was an LD.

I'm standing in the Freeman Hall elevator and something seems a little off. I do my RC and realize I'm dreaming, so I rub my hands together because thats supposed to "stabilize the dream." I immediately wake up. FML.

However, I had a pretty funny dream later on last night. I was eating lunch in the dining hall with some people and decide I have to get to class. I go to the elevator, push the up button and look at what floor the elevator is on. Here's the thing about the elevators in Freeman Hall. If you value your life you do not go anywhere near those things. They are a death trap and you should only be on one if A. Your water just broke. or B. You have to shit and the turtle is already poking its head out. With that said, I'm watching the floor number go down and finally it gets to 1. Instead of stopping, it keeps going into the basement. I wonder whats going on and my question is answered when the floor number is replaced by a depth reading of how far the elevator is plummeting into the earth. Eventually it comes back up, except when the door opens, the elevator is literally ON ITS FUCKING SIDE and bouncing all over the place. I decide to take the stairs.

I am taking a nap and fall asleep

I am playing a game where there are dungeons and such and the whole game is a massive maze.
I go around this maze for a very long time, this is a 2 hour long dream. The character is Amaterasu
but the game is nothing like Okami At some point, I get this power-up that allows me to duplicate my
character or teleport it. I continue through the maze, it is quite a labyrinth, and eventually I realize
there is a map map and every now and then I look at it and realize that I'm in a completely different
section than I thought I was and remember. I have this icon for my character and I notice the same
icon on other places of the map. I remember that I can switch between and that I had gotten the
power-up that lets me teleport. I pressed some button and was able to move one of them around on
the map. I exited the map and the character shot over to the new position. I see big blue letters on the
screen saying 62 remaining. I was like wow, I must have built up a lot of points to get that many charges
for this power-up. But then I got bored and stopped playing the game. I am in my room at home talking
to my mom on the phone. I am talking with headphones I have plugged in to it and somehow my
connectivity is shown on the computer screen. She tells me she is going to some meeting thing, I can't
remember what its for, and she doesn't know how long it will be, but after a short conversation the call
cuts out. I am on my computer playing some desktop defense style game and it somewhat resembles the
map from the last game. For some reason I keep trying to get a hold of my mom. I pull down a list of
numbers on my screen and non of them are her name. It only shows the numbers that you can connect to,
like a wifi card would with networks. I have this strange fear of something bad happening. I try for a very
long time to get a hold of her but the signal is just too bad. Every now and then I'll start a game, but I won't
even finish the first round, then shut it off. I get up and go to go downstairs. Halfway out my bedroom door
I realize my headphones are still in. I turn around, take them off, and throw them on the bed. I walk out and
look out the window adjacent to my door. I can see flashes of blue light in the sky that indicate a storm. That
explains to me why the phone connectivity was so bad. I walk down stairs and realize in the back of my mind
that I am dreaming but I'm not really aware of it. I wonder, "This is a dream, my family is probably going
to be messed up ad hostile in some way" as most of my dreams are. I walk down and my brother is standing
in the hallway outside our computer room and my dad is doing something on his computer. My Mom is in the
room next to that. My Dad sees me and yells "Go back upstairs!". Everyone becomes hostile as I thought and
starts coming toward me. I am standing at the foot of the stairs but in the rec-room and my brother and mom
advance on me. I "decide" that this would be better to handle lucid. I literally willed myself to become lucid
and everything became extremely vivid, it wasn't a fuzzy dream to begin with, and I push everyone back with
my mind. unfortunately, the fast transition into lucidity woke me up. I am laying in my bed in a very dreamlike
state. I am disoriented and feel almost as if I am in sleep paralysis, but as soon as I realize where I am and
what had happened, I feel no paralysis and I get up, reality check ( passes ), and I scribble down notes on the
dream.

'Chuzzy.', said a voice. Being the light sleep I have been getting recently, my eyes snapped open. Who said that? I sleep alone in my bedroom, and wasn't my family supposed to be in Dubai? Then..?
'Chuzzy.'
My eyes dart wildly in search of the owner of that voice. While that word may sound funny, the dry raspy voice that said it most definitely was not. I noticed something. I couldn't move. Sleep paralysis? WHAT THE FU--
BOOM.
The door to my room gets ripped apart. Who's there?
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No one.
I get that 'feeling' that someone's in the room. Not necessarily human.
Something dawns upon me.
I MUST BE DRUNK! YEAH! That's gotta be it! (Mind you the total alcohol consumption in my entire life will amount to no more than 5 sips.) Man, one hellova party last night. Haha, he smacked his head good. With that thought, I fall peacefully back to sleep, kicking myself when I woke up.



**Sorry for the quality and content, but, I need sometime to get back into the form I used to be in.

I don't even know where to begin, this has never happen to me before, not like this.... ! It was SO CRAZY .. !

I am in a dream , sleeping .. dreaming .. turns into a nightmare , I am in this group of people going to meet the devil , but in my dream I kept referring to him as Lucifer.
I look into the sky and there are minions flying everywhere spitting out fire balls on the ground...



I look at the center of the field and I see this "Lucifer" being ,,
he's dark purple in color , long black horns ,, has hooves for feet ...



and in an instant everyone around me dies when he snaps his fingers they all burst into fire
and die...



I am standing alone ,, looking around at the floor ...dead bodies everywhere... Lucifer tries to take me... reaching his hand out for me,, but I don't want to go ! I won't go!



So I'm in this dream/nightmare, but I start having conscious thoughts like when you're awake and can talk to yourself inside your mind .. I was able to do this in my dream , becoming "Lucid"
and can hear a small voice inside me saying , "Don't panic, but.. get out of here now!!" I push off the ground and start to fly !



I am then taken to so many beautiful scenaries , but the scene keeps changing ... fast ! I'm in one place, then another, then another ! All so beautiful !! So CAPTIVATING !
I saw this ocean surrounded by beautiful mountains it was breath taking , I could feel myself getting too excited , I started to fly , faster .. faster and faster !



Then ,, I started losing control of the dream a lil bit...

I could feel my heart beat start to race really really fast ,, complete and total adrenaline rush !! I don't know if I just had the sensation of that in the dream or if that was happening in real time, real life...
but however, just to be safe I still I thought to myself "I have to go back I don't want to give myself a heart attack in my sleep?!"



I can feel I'm flying still (in the dream) , then all a sudden I'm in 2 places at once .. this lucid dream ,, then I can feel myself laying on my bed asleep at the same time!



Then those visuals of flying come to an end , everything changes...



My whole room becomes dark , (by the way my eyes are still closed , but I can still see everything with my minds eye I guess they call it )..



So... my bed starts spinning and sinking simultaneously .. !!
All I begin to see is me sinking further and further into my bed, like free falling down...down...down... it seemed to never stop,, I don't know if I was excited or scared, I think a little of both !



Either-way I was getting nervous cause it felt like I was about to black out and I was afraid of where this next dream would take me ,, so I finally snap out of it and I make myself
wake up in the physical world....



I still have that vision in my head, the visuals were just WOW intense & mind-blowing ,, it was all so detailed, so vivid, sinking in the bed, so graphic , it's like my bed was melting into the ground ,
I was still me I was able to have my conscious thoughts it was I guess a type of sleep paralysis , asleep , but awake at same time...

I hadn't had a crazy dream experience in about a month and a half, I thought maybe all of it stopped , but I guess not.. this experience though , which was a lil terrifying ,
was still kinda cool .. I think ..

I was at school in the strings room. We were packing up our instruments to go to something. My instrument needed a truck, so we packed it up and loaded it into the truck. I was then wandering around the room, bored. I think VE and some others were there. I decided I wanted to try a viola or violin since the teacher wasn't there. I randomly picked out a violin and started to tune it. I started on the E string, but then RE was there and she turned on the tuner, and I went back to the A, which was extremely flat. As I was adjusting the pegs Mrs. B. walked in and told me that I shouldn't be touching the violins since I didn't know how to handle one. I muttered a "sorry" and put it away.

Then I was in the middle of nowhere, some random residential street, with the truck with our instruments. It was nighttime it seemed; everything had a dark blue tint to it. I watched them unload the instruments. I was wondering why they were doing it here, in the middle of a random street.

Then I was at McDonalds. I really wanted a cheeseburger for some reason. I ordered just that, and contemplated ordering fries, but decided against it. Then I turned around, and found a shitload of food on the counter. There was a giant bowl of fries, a few cheeseburgers, a drink, and some other random things. I wasn't sure who they were for, but I started eating it anyways. I didn't understand how I had gotten so much food for so little money.

Then I was in the car with my mother, GU, and VI. VI was sitting in the very back for some reason. Apparently GU wanted to surprise her with something, or so he told me mother, who was also in front of me. My mom asked how that would work since she was sitting right behind them. We drove down some random street, and then it ended.

I know for sure that I was lucid at some point; I remember thinking that I knew it was a dream, but I can't remember where or when.