lucid

I am making a video for a school assignment, when suddenly I am in the screen and the video is actually happening.
I am sitting cross-legged on the floor of a classroom with a final exam on a board in my lap. I am anxious. The exam is for my writing class, but the questions are all very silly, with equally silly answers. I consider each question carefully before selecting an answer, and wonder why I thought this exam would be so hard. A puppet frog (similar to Kermit but not exactly the same, smaller) keeps trying to distract me. I answer the last question, then raise my hand to get the teacher's attention.
Suddenly, everything changes into a commercial for a brand of beer called Happy Birthday. Everyone, myself included, is drinking beer and singing Weird Al's Happy Birthday song. It's a huge party. Someone spills beer on me, but I don't care.
The screen changes again and I am in a soap opera. Someone brings in a tray with the frog from before in it, but it is dead and has a bent hypodermic needle sticking out of its back. "Who would do such a thing?" the guy holding the tray says, and somewhere, a woman starts crying. I am angry. I killed the frog because it would not leave me alone, but I cannot tell them that. I know if I keep my mouth shut, I can get away with it.
Now I am out of the screen and watching again. Adam Sandler comes on the screen, then looks directly at me (or the camera, however you want to see it) and asks, "Will you drink a Happy Birthday with me?" I realize that there is a beer in my hand, and I drink, celebrating that finals are over.

Last night I had a dream and I was Nancy Drew. I was solving a TV-Train case (in other words a fake mystery that takes place on a train but is being filmed for TV--no, not a murder mystery) and like usual, Nancy ends up having to solve a real one too. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Well it started off with "me" (as ND) and the other contestants meeting in a passenger car with only seats. Well I decide to work on my own on this fake mystery-(I don't remember what the fake mystery was about). Well somehow "I" got involved in a real mystery-don't know how but I did-the train seemed to be under a "ghostly/haunted" power since there were these weird "accidents" that weren't part of the fake mystery judging by the organizer and her assistants' faces.

The first accident was the train stopping in the middle of nowhere for no reason and it took 48 hours before the train could be fixed. While everyone was waiting for the train to be fixed I slipped into the train's kitchen (don't know why-but I did) I discovered someone''s journal-(I wore gloves just to be safe when I was touching/reading the journal).

I than slipped back out and went else where on the train. I discover a solid, sliding door that was locked but I was hearing someone on the other side of the door. So I unlock the door using a bobby pin and I discover both a kid (tied up) and a dog. I than try to phone my friends (Bess and George) but I only said 5 sentences before someone try to clobber me. When I woke up I was in the same room I discovered earlier but both the dog and the kid were gone and I was tied up. So I thumped on the door and someone came and opened it-it was one of the other contestants.

Than it switched to a (not-filmed) meeting in the train's kitchen and the other contestants were starting to get a bit fearful one said "I don't want to do this constant anymore if we could end up tied up." I than asked "Did anyone see a dog?" Another Contestant said "I let him go free since you had left a note saying that is what to do." I replied back I didn't leave any such note." She showed me the note and I slipped my regular writing out of my purse and we compared the two. She said "This isn't your handwriting on this note." Somehow Bess &George appeared on the train (I spotted George's black hair through the kitchen's door's window), the organizer wasn't too happy for me to have extra assistance but didn't complain.


Everyone except me, Bess and George left the room. They explained they had a dream that I went into a house and the two of them and the Hardy Boys were working at something., the Hardy boys were working at a computer at the front of the house's library (yes in RFL my parents' house has a library) and Bess and George were working at a computer in the back of the said library. They woke up the next day, called each other and than called the Hardy Boys (and they too had the same dream). I had the same dream when I had been conked out. Just as i was telling them I had exactly the same dream I noticed something was wrong with the stove with food on it. There was a humongous fire going on, on the stove and it would burn half or more of the room if it wasn't put out. So Bess George and I put it out quickly.

End of Dream

non-lucid
Lucid
Background Info

So i slpet over Isaiahs (my friend) house yesturday and we had fun played games and all that stuff and we went to sleep at like 5 am. And for the 2nd time ever i had DILD: in my dream i was in Isaiahs house and we were just talking and out of nowhere we hear gun shots so me and my Isaiah's family rush down to the garage to hide( Two story house). So while i was there i decided to look out the window and i saw a guy with two AK47's coming towards the house so me and Isaiah rushed and lucky locked all the doors in the house. The guy trying to hurt us decided to shot at us from the garage window and we were all hiding behind things i was extremely scared but for no reason i decided to pluck my nose and close my mouth and as we all know i could breath so thats when i realized i was dreaming. I got up from where i was hiding made a gun shape useing my hands and shot a bullet at the guys head without even trying. First thing i said was "HeadShot" then i was like wait im lucid dreaming and for no reason the scene changed and i was at the beach so while there i tried to shange the color of a coconut tree i wanted it to turn red but instead it turned orange so i gave up. I awoke with my frined trying to draw things on my face but hey at least i Lucid Dreamt

P.S does anyone know any tricks on how to control color more becuase i can never seem to change a color to my liking

In which I watch a silly Kurosawa film with E…

I live in a big house with an entertainment room set up with large, cushy couches and expensive electronic equipment. A giant flat screen TV is on my wall with speakers hanging all around. I’ve rented Rashoman, a movie that I’ve never seen but always wanted to.

(In real life, my house is nothing at all like this and I have seen Rashoman, but anyway this is a dream so let’s roll with it.)

Just as I’ve dimmed the lights and settled down on the couch with a bowl of buttery popcorn, there’s a knock on my door. I get up and open the door: it’s E, H and C. They ask what I’m doing for the evening, and I tell them that I’ve just sat down to watch a movie. H and C say they don’t want to watch it, and they ask if they can just hang out in my backyard. E, on the other hand, seems interested. He asks what movie it is and I tell him it is a Kurosawa flick. He says he’s never heard of Kurosawa, and I ask him if he’s seen Seven Samurai. He says he hasn’t, but he’s heard of it. I tell him that Rashoman is also a samurai film, and he seems excited to see it.

We go back to the fancy, entertainment room, and I tell E that Rashoman is a samurai adaptation of children’s TV shows from the 60s and 70s. He thinks this is really strange but I point out that Kurosawa made a few adaptations like that. I mention that Yojimbo was a samurai adaptation of Fistful of Dollars because I know that he really likes Clint Eastwood. He said he once saw a samurai adaptation of Macbeth and I said, “Yeah that was Kurosawa too!” We can’t remember what that movie was called though, and we think about it for a long time before remembering that it was Ronin. We talk about how much we love the scene in the end in which the archers all shoot arrows at Robert DeNiro.

So we sit down to watch Rashoman, but the first problem is that the subtitles are not in English. We can’t read what the people are saying, but that turns out to not be such a big problem as the plot is abstract anyway. First we see cartoon samurais singing the Ladybug Picnic song from Sesame Street. Then we see samurais in squares like at the beginning of The Brady Bunch. Then a bunch of samurais in miniskirts start dancing like on Laugh-In. Finally, a group of samurai sitting are around on beanbags drinking mate. Toshiro Mifune is one of them and he is wearing a fedora.

E tells me that this is ridiculous and that he doesn’t want to watch anymore. I’m embarrassed because I was only recently singing praises about Kurosawa. I tried to construct some argument about how he was making an ironic statement, but eventually I had to admit that the film was stupid. E went outside with H and C, and they all three called for me to join them. But I told them that I was going to finish the film since I’d already sat through half of it. E responded that I was just hot for Toshiro Mifune. Maybe so, I thought. He was a good looking man in his youth, I said, but I sure wish he’d hurry up and start killing people.

The phone rings and I get up to answer it. I'm not sure what happened then, but the next dream started with a phone call (though in a different setting) so I think they were back-to-back.

In which R is in the hospital…

A continuation of the dream above, I think.

I'm in line at the bank and I get a phone call from my mother and rush to the hospital because R has been in a car wreck. My grandmother and brother are there too. My mom explains that he has broken his neck and one of his vertebrae is lodged into a part of his brain. She says that he is in surgery to have it removed. This is expected to be successful and he should have a total recovery.

After his surgery is finished, we are admitted into his hospital room. His face and head is swollen and there is a large contraption, like an Xray machine, attached to his head. His limbs are being held down with belts and there are tubes coming out of his arms and chest. His eyes are open and he is looking around the room. I walk over to him and touch his face and tell him that he’s been in a car wreck but that he is OK now. He just looks around the room and doesn’t respond. I ask him if he is comfortable or if he has any pain. He still just looks around and doesn’t respond.

My mom is with me. She’s a nurse, and I can tell that his silence makes her nervous. I say, “maybe he can’t talk with all these tubes coming out of his chest.” She nods, cautiously. Then I lean over, close to his face and say, “R, can you hear me? If you can hear me, blink your eyes.”

He still just looks around the room randomly and I start to think that he doesn’t even see me or know that I’m there. This is terrifying, and I grab his head between my hands and shout at him, “Blink your eyes! Blink your eyes!” but he does nothing at all.

I start to cry and my mom pulls me away from him. R moves his arms around and gurgles. I look at him and realize that he is an empty shell. He is not conscious of being a person or that there are other people around him. He is simply an organism responding to external stimuli- whatever made him a person is gone.

I go out into the hall with my mother. My grandmother is waiting there with me. The doctor comes by and explains that the surgery was successful in that R can breathe on his own. But he has lost most of his brain functioning and now has the cognitive abilities of an earthworm. He says that it is a miracle that R survived, and that I should look at this as a gift from above to learn about compassion.

This makes me hysterical. I start screaming at the doctor that his practice is a modern day torture chamber. There is nothing miraculous about this- it’s a horror. R is dead and only his body is left over, kept alive by their interference. If there is no hope that he will ever recover then there is no miracle at all. It’s a miserable situation and I don’t want to hear any b.s. about miracles and gifts of compassion. My grandmother tries to comfort me.

I’m alone now thinking about everything I took for granted- all the days that R and I had together in which I didn’t tell him how wonderful he was and how happy I was to be with him. It was really a horrible feeling. I was also overwhelmed thinking about what to do next. He could live out another 40 years in this condition. He had not made a living will, so the hospital would probably keep his body alive even though he was dead. It seemed like a prison sentence to me that I would have to spend the rest of my life taking care of this hollow shell. Then I thought of the expense and how I’d never be able to work again, and I started to wonder if I could make him a ward of the state. When I asked a nurse about this, she told me that I was being selfish. But I told her that she was being foolish. If there was any hope that he could recover or that he could be aware of anything going on around him, then I would do anything I could to help him. This situation is hopeless though. He will never have any more consciousness than a slug. It’s cruel that he is being kept alive and also cruel that I should have to spend the rest of my life in poverty to take care of him.

Then I realized I needed to tell his family what had happened. R’s cell phone was destroyed in the wreck, so I didn’t have anyone’s phone numbers at the hospital. I didn’t want to go home because I didn’t want to leave him for that long before I figured out what to do and before I talked to his brother. So I decided to go to the hospital Internet café and send a FB message to his brother telling him to call me at the hospital. My brother was there, and he came with me to show me how to use the new computers. These computers looked like leaves with very long vines at the end that had to be connected to a large living stalk. I told him that I wished that technology would stop changing so fast. He connected me to the Internet and then left me alone.

I thought that R’s brother doesn’t check his Facebook page that often, so I decided to send a message to many people- V, A, S, R, and G. Once I’d compiled the list, I struggled with the words. If I just wrote “Tell V to call me- urgent” then I might put a lot of people into the horrible situation of not knowing what had happened. They would imagine all sorts of things and think that R might be dead. Normally when people need to talk about something like this, they say “Everything’s OK” or “R is doing fine” but in this case, it wasn’t true. He was not dead, but he was not doing fine. The news I had to share was so horrible that I couldn’t figure out what to do. I didn’t want to put any of them through the horror of wondering what was wrong while they made their way to a phone to call me. Sometimes the unknown can be worse than reality. But at the same time, I didn’t want to come out and tell them what had happened because it was so horrible that I wanted to do it over the phone- not on Facebook. Then I thought of R’s poor mother and how devastated she was going to be about all this. Really, this was all so upsetting that I couldn’t do anything so I closed the leaf computer and just put my head on the table and cried, wondering what to do. I couldn’t fly all the way to Delhi to tell them because I couldn’t leave R for that long. So finally I decided to go home and get my address book with all my phone numbers.

I asked my brother to take me home. We went down to the parking garage of the hospital and walked to his truck. It was smashed in the front, but the engine was still running just fine. My brother explained that this was the truck R was in when he got in the wreck. I looked at the truck in amazement. It hardly had any damage. How could he have injured himself so badly in a vehicle like that? My brother explained that the truck had rolled over several times so R had hit his head on the ceiling. But I looked at the roof of the truck and could see no indication that it had rolled.

“This doesn’t make sense,” I told my brother. He lit a cigarette and stood outside the truck. We were parked on the side of the road in front of the hospital. There was traffic all around us.

“I thought we went down to the parking garage?” I asked my brother. He turned around and looked at the hospital and the garage behind us. I realized that he didn’t really look like my brother.

“This is a dream,” I told him. But I felt buried down deep in it. I wanted out of the dream, but it seemed so heavy. I can’t really explain this feeling- it doesn’t make sense- but I felt like I was covered by the dream.

I started swimming in the sky up out of the dream. I could see the hospital and the road behind me. I swam up and up until I could feel myself inside my body in my bed. I was stuck in sleep paralysis. I tried really hard to wake up because I knew that I had to hurry up and find R’s brother’s phone number. I tried to swim up some more and finally woke up. It was 6 AM on Martin Luther King Day. I can’t tell you how relieved I was to discover that this was a dream. It took a good hour to shake off the horrible feeling.

non dream - lucid - non lucid

(I can't remember the beginning of the dream.)

I'm standing on a bridge with Yuya (I'm assuming on Teraluna). We want to go to another planet, and she projected the location into my mind so I can take us there.
My attempt to create a portal to this location is interrupted by Yuya breaking out in laughter.
I turn around to look at her.
She is laughing so hard, she barely manages to avoid falling to the ground.
The way she expresses her emotions impresses me every single time.
She doesn't hold back at all, she just lets them out unrestricted.

"Did you just try to... open a portal?
*laugh*
Is that how you got here the first time?"

"Yes... ?"

She has to hold on to me to not fall over due to all the laughter.
She looks at me, tears in her eyes:

"You're one of the only guys in existence with the ability to teleport to any location you clearly remember...
using only a little energy... and you... opened a portal, stretching over a few million light-years?"

It did feel weird every time I opened a portal, I always assumed this was not the way I used to travel.

"Uuuuh, yeah... I forgot... I guess?"

After catching her breath she puts her arms around me and her forehead against mine.
She's projecting images into my mind; memories on how I used to travel.
I have the ability to summon wings which allow me to quickly travel through the fabric of space, basically resulting in very fast teleportation.
I summon my wings, focusing on the place she has shown me, and try to move both of us to that location.



(I remember teleporting, but not what happened immediately after arriving at our destination)



We're on a different planet; a lot of stone, rock and red sand.
I'm riding on what resembles a gryphon. It's quite big, I'm sitting on his neck.
Yuya is sitting right behind me. She's holding onto me for additional support.
We're flying through a massive canyon on said planet.
It's probably a few hundred meters wide in some spots, but very thin in others, where the gryphon needs to turn fully vertical to pass through.
There are habitats on each side of the canyon, built right into the walls.
Some primitive bridges are connecting the left and right side.
Yuya and I have been talking for some time. (I don't remember the conversation prior to this moment)

"Oh! and I remember someone else from the past! Or... at least I think I do?
A woman called Selene... I think she was a goddess?"

There we go again: Yuya breaks out in laughter.
I hold onto her arms because she's starting to let go and I'm afraid she might fall off.

"Selene, a goddess?
How on earth did you get that idea."

I tell her about the painting I drew as a kid.

"Selene... yes, of course I know her, but she ain't no goddess.
You and Selene were fighter buddies, even before you and I met.
She was very playful, whereas you became more serious as you grew up, and also much stronger.
We were hanging out sometimes, but you became so much more powerful than she was, so she couldn't really join you on your adventures anymore."

What Yuya said feels right, maybe I wrongly combined my memories because of that picture and reading about an other Selene in WakingNomads DJ.

"But you are the goddess of water, right?"

"Well... yes, I used to be, but I am no goddess any longer, that was a long time ago.
I still have all the abilities I had back then, so nothing really changed, but I am no longer officially a goddess"

"I see..."

I have a lot of thoughts on my mind. I remember incorporating Selene in a story when I was a child, I think about some of WakingNomad's adventures, whether I'll be able to share dreams one day, and many more things.

"You're going to loose it..."

"What?"

"If you don't focus on where you are you'll wake up..."

I notice the clarity of the dream has greatly decreased. My vision is blurry and I can no longer feel the wind.
I try to focus on my surroundings, on Yuya holding me, on the feathers of the Gryphon, but it doesn't work.

"You're thinking too much. You need to be asleep in your dreams, not awake.
You need to understand that this is real. As soon as you let go of that, your mind will let go of the dream."

She's right. The only really long lucid dreams I've had were with her, and they were so overwhelming that I indeed knew every bit of it was real.
And these are waking thoughts yet again... My vision is gone, I can barely feel Yuya's presence anymore.

"I'm sorry..."

I wake up.

Hello, fellow explorers.
Excuse my current lack of English skill, I came to North America since grade 10 and now in first year in
university in Canada. Since then I started to learn English and I am still working on it.

Anyways, this journal is supposed to be about my first lucid dream.
Long story short I will be straight forward.

Without much knowledge of LD/OBE(I am still working on it through reading and listening to talks about LD/OBE), I relied on Timer method which I learned from Lucidology as well as WBTB method.
I went to bed around 11:30 pm. Woke up around 3:10 and was awake till 4:00. Went bed again and boom.
I was dreaming yet I realized that I was dreaming because I knew that I went to bed seconds ago. My first impression of lucid dream was quite interesting. I was keep thinking 'Is this real?' and it was fun to watch the excitement that comes follow as soon as the realization. Also things were not quite stable as real world the world I
saw in dream is more like, the scenes you see in the movie 'Waking Life', in other worlds, the frame I had was quite slanted and moving. Anyways, In the dream.
I was at my native country's home. There I saw my brother whom I miss so much since he's in military and haven't seen him for 2 years and decided to explore dream world and wanted to fly which I failed. I felt about 3 mins past and all of sudden, it ended and I woke up at 6:30.

Thanks for reading, next time I'll try to be straight to the point.

Hopefully I can write more LDs in future time !

16.1.2011

The Center (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dream: Birds in Flight

★★☆☆☆

An interesting game, this is. Flight, life, through the perspective of a small bird. But it seems there is more to this game than meets the eye as soon I am met with a group of individuals, all derived from the game world. They're on a quest, a mission to find the center of everything, the hub of the multiverse. I follow them, cloaking myself with Invisibility, but my attempt to conceal my lurking fails as one of the group members bumps into me. Moving ahead, through an underpass, I try to make it look like nothing happened, but they're wise to my scheme, and from the underpass come scores of groups, each similar, but different, decoys to allow the escape of the original. *My frustration wakens me. . .

DEILD: The Hub

★★★☆☆

I slip back into the thick of things, appearing, floating, above a bridge, the group from before ahead of me.

“How did he find us?!” shouts one of the four, exasperated at my appearance.

“It's called a WILD, bitch,” the expletive flows off my tongue.

Flying ahead, I realize the hub must be close, and sure enough, seated in a cold rock face, I find it. It's a. . . USB hub? This is silly. There has to be more to it than this. Even an ethernet hub would be better. Hmm, I bet I could change it, change one of the ports, make it possible to easily move throughout dimensions. So I do. But the results are more than I expected. . .

Inside the hub, I find a frog-like, almost slug-like being. It seems he takes requests, sending clients capable of coming to him through time and space, or bringing objects to them. He does it all through portals, which he creates and facilitates for the masses. I ask to return to Earth, to where I came from, and I'm treated to a vivid display of swirling dimensions and the vastness of my universe as I'm thrown through the portal, back to Earth, into the vast oceans of the past.

I'm a small amphibian, it seems, in the early days of life. A fish is about to eat me, and I have no way to defend myself. Acting quickly, I make a request to return to the hub, using a GUI I manage to prompt. Just like that, I'm whisked away to the hall from before, the foyer at the center of everything.
I decide starting a new life here might prove interesting. . .

DILD: Prey

★★★☆☆

A chill permeates the room. They know what's coming, the people around me, and they're afraid. Crying and fear erupts around me as everyone starts to run. I lie still, on the floor, confused, yet calm. It forms to my right, a monster, a creature of nightmares, taught tan skin stretched across a huge, dog-like body. Hundreds of teeth, sharp and pointed, line its gaping maw. Death is on the agenda tonight, as it bounds at my unmoving body.

Why has everyone gone? Why don't I care? Oh yes, that's why. . .

With vigor I stand, and with quiet dignity I deliver a world-shattering kick into the gut of my would-be reaper. Death greets the beast before it can finish its tumbling flight, well before it hits the ground.

★★★★☆

01/16/10

I coax my motorcycle to its maximum speed, streamlining my body as I approach the closing elevator doors. The elevator cab has already left for the top floor, and I strain to hold the metal doors open. In half a second, I'll crash into the back of the open elevator shaft and hurtle half a dozen stories into the secret basement of the compound.

Pause.

No reason for that. I don't have to follow the rules, after all. I stand in the open air, looking up at the elevator cab as it slowly escalates to the top floor. That's where I'll find her.

Go.

I fly through the doors, over the pit below. The front wheel of my bike hits the far wall, and I twist

Speeding up the elevator shaft at maximum, up the vertical wall. Vertigo. Disassociated from gravity and catching up to the elevator cab, about to impact. I jump away from the vehicle; it fades away. Suspended in the air for a moment, and I reach toward the closed doors leading to the floor second-to-the-top. I pull myself in, catch on the small ledge there, hang for a moment, looking at the bottom of the elevator cab. It's moving towards me now.

Jump. Over the elevator, clinging onto the doors leading to the top floor. With a wave of my hand, they're opening...

I wake up. Damn it guys, could you break up a little more quietly?

Action Movie Physics. Scare Factor: 3.

Slightly becoming lucid when my bed was 'put' outside my bedroom window where I lived 15 years ago. Still I questioned myself whether it was dream or real. More lucid I started running around the playground outside, doing pull-ups and flexing my muscles. Trying to fly, but failed. Reentering our house seeing a friends x-girlfriend has taken residence there, wondering if she can see me. passing a loudspeaker in the entrance that says my name out loud. The girl wonders what it was and makes her way there, we pass each other (she can't see me!). I stay put and admire her as she bends over to investigate the source of the sound.. -

so i woke up at 9 am with a headache but it was incredibly easy to drift back into sleep,after two-three hours i was inside a dream :
i was standing on the sidewalk of a very busy street thinking that i was late for school(i'm not even near that street on my way to school IRL)
I said to myself ,this is a dream! so i walked across the street trying to find a place to launch myself into flight ,i started climbing a wooden pole and i was getting near the top ,for some reason i had to look down and there was a skinny guy with bad teeth and a dirty leather jacket ,he was also climbing the same pole ,i said:"hey man this is a dream ,watch me fly!" he had a big smile on his face and tried to pull me down from my pants, i didn't try to resist ,i just took off ,it was so fast i couldn't make out the details of what's underneath me, at this point i started losing control so i decided to land on one of those half done buildings .
i looked around and there was a bunch of boxes stacked on top of each other,they looked pretty old and some had a Nazi flag on them, i somehow reached for the ones on top and they were full of whiskey bottles , i grabbed a bottle opened it and started drinking like crazy ,it did taste like whiskey ,for some reason i lost lucidity and woke up .

(non dream) dream


I became lucid in my house (after doing a spontaneous rc like I normally do)

I realized I was dreaming and I was happy about it, I've been slacking off lately I thought to myself (I have but now I'm getting more interested again) so I walked outside on to my balcony at my house and saw some geese in the yard and randomly decided they should be my army of shrubs! controlling them was like controlling units in an rts so I ordered them to go burn down a house near me I watched it go up in flames and chuckled light heartedly. I made myself focus and figure out what I wanted to do, I think I decided I was going to make a turkey or something for totm but when I got to the oven in my house the dream ended. (I hit the end of my REM period (man I hate that))

I decided to start writing my lucid dreams in this journal, I guess to stay motivated. Anyways stuff in parenthesis will be anything that didn't happen in the dream, and stuff outside the parenthesis will be the dream.

Enjoy.

Non-lucid Lucid
January 16, 2011:
I went to bed around 2:00am. Before going to sleep I reviewed the day's events in reverse. I woke up around 6:35am, and put a ring on my left hand. As I was going back to sleep, I repeated the mantra "I will lucid dream," in a singing chant (in my head, obviously). I fell asleep on my back, became lucid in a dream and had a series of three or four lucid dreams. I woke again at 7:05am

I was in a store that had lots of xmas decorations, trees and stuff. I went into a room with an office desk. I heard someone at the desk, but I could not see him.
I picked up a bottle off the desk and I knew I was dreaming as I hit the edge of the desk several times with the bottle. The room was dark and it was hard to see. I said I wanted more vividness, and said "give me light!" but it didn't work.
Then I woke slightly and felt vibrations. I entered another dream.
I was in bed with N. I got up and walked around the room. It was still dark. I said I wanted more vividness, but it didn't seem to work. Then I had a little sex with N.
I woke slightly again and entered a dream again.
I remembered to look for Sheila. I saw a door and said that she would be on the other side of it. But she wasn't. I saw a corner and said she would be around the corner, but again she wasn't. I was getting upset that it wasn't working.
Then I saw a female face, part of a painting or statue at first. She was a solid greyish color. I grabbed the woman and tried to make her turn into Sheila, with no success.
Then I saw Sheila sitting at a table in a diner, facing away from me. The first girl became annoyed and angry. I tried to make her go away and tried to remove her consciousness.
I approached Sheila and said her name. She turned and smiled at me. Her face was painted blue, with stripes and designs. I said she looked cool. We might have kissed, I'm not sure now.
The other girl was still there. She and Sheila kissed. The first girl was not angry anymore.
Then I must have lost lucidity and Sheila turned into a cat. I put her in a bag or a large purse.

My goal had been to find Sheila and ask her to find me in non-lucid dreams to tell me that I am dreaming. I was only half successful.

1/16/11 - Realization
Dream Non-dream Lucid

I had to babysit two of my cousins last night, and my aunt and uncle didn't come home until about midnight. My uncle drove me home even though it was late, but I've had to sleep over before because of how late they can be. Enter dream scenario.

I was at my uncle's house, and he had just returned home. He told me it was 3 am, and that he'd have to take me home in the morning. I was a little confused. I remembered being in the car with him earlier, and wondered why he couldn't have taken me home then. Suddenly I realized that he already had taken me home, and that I was in my own bed, asleep. I basically spazzed out. I ran downstairs, and outside. It felt a little cold, because I'd been expecting it to be, but it really wasn't much different than the temperature inside. I knew for sure then that I was dreaming. I guess I was still a little shocked, because I woke up immediately.

I wish I'd remembered a lucid task or something! Maybe tonight...?

Well, I slept better last night. (Understatement. I slept like a freaking rock, which is weird for me. I didn't even wake up to my WBTB alarm.) Still didn't have great recall, but the quality of the dream makes up for it.

1- Cell Phone (fragment)
I get a text message from my friend saying that her parents finally gave her a cell phone, so I can text her now and not have to worry about my phobia of calling people. ((Part of a much longer and much more interesting dream that I can only get flashes of.))

2- Unplanned Vacation
((My family is having some issues, I believe it involves the mafia, but I can't remember that part.)) My nonexistent sister is driving off without permission to go to Edistoe Island. I rashly jump in the car and demand to go with her. At the very least, I should be able to keep her out of trouble. It isn't long, however, before I realize the implications of this little endeavor. Not only will my mother be absolutely furious with me, but my sister is obviously somewhat crazy and I don't want to get dragged down with her.

"Pull over and let me out," I demand.

"What? No. You wanted to come with me."

"Look, I can't do this. I have a good life here, and I don't want to screw it up. Just let me out, I can walk home from here."

She sighs and pulls the car over. "What a goody-two-shoes. Mom's still going to be mad at you, y'know."

I grin impishly. "Not if I tell her you kidnapped me." With that, I get out of the car and run off.

I become lucid shortly afterward. It's a low level of lucidity, though, because I still think I have to go home. Wanting to stay off the main road, I leap of the bridge and fly toward the ruins of an older bridge secluded in the woods. A large beam stretches out across the river. It is fairly wide, something that would take absolutely no skill to balance across, yet I quickly find that dream gravity can be a pain in the butt. As I start to walk across it, I become really heavy and am finding it hard to keep my balance. What is this, dream vertigo? Fortunately, I make it across without falling.

On the other side, I am approached by two calico cats. One of them looks a lot like Sadie, but I examine her markings and see that she's not. I speak to them for a bit as they listen in silence.

Then I lose what little lucidity I had. A lady dressed in a short white dress walks up to me; she looks a lot like the Queen, with her unnaturally pale complexion and her choice of clothing, even her silvery blond hair color. Her hair style is different, though. Whereas the Queen has long, flowing hair, this woman's hair is short and curly. I don't notice these similarities in the dream, due to my cat snoring IRL and waking me up. ((For all I know, she could have been the Queen. Changing one's hairstyle is not that difficult, particularly in a dream. I didn't really have much time to find out.))

3- An Actress?
As I am getting ready for school and trying not to miss the bus, students and teachers are meandering around the house. I don't find it odd, just annoying. They won't leave the room while I'm trying to get dressed. And damn, I forgot to print out my lab report.

Distracted, I somehow put on a shirt on top of my jacket. My AP chem teacher walks in at that point and laughs at me. "Ugh, I give up."

I put some sort of makeup on, and when I look in the mirror I realize that my whole face is blue. It actually makes me look really cool, but I can't go to school like this!

After I fix that problem, my ears are suddenly painfully rejecting my earrings. They are bending around and making the metal stab me. Annoyed, I take the earrings out and throw them on the floor. "I just won't wear any today."

A bit later, I am shocked to see that lady in my house! "Who is that?" I ask my mom. She tells me it's some actress. "But I had a dream about her! How is that possible?" I am being quite loud. The lady, who is standing beside a large man with a top hat and a cigar, turns around and smiles at me. I blush, but I can't look away. ((I wake up again shortly afterward. Hmm. I still can't say for sure it was her. In the majority of the dreams I've had of her, she's always either tried to kill me or nearly gotten me killed. With a few odd exceptions. It's not like her to just stare at me without saying anything and make me wake up. Which, by the way, is way more annoying than trying to kill me.))