lucid

I remember being in my room at my dad's house. The front light was on and I was walking around. I think I thought that I should be in bed and not up at that time of night. I just did the nose RC just in case, and I was lucid.

I remember I was still breathing through it for a few seconds like my fingers weren't even there. I turned around and yelled, "Sam, I'm lucidddd!" She came out of nowhere and was like, "Really?"
Now I remember walking towards the little balcony in front of that window. It had turned into a fading space.. and the space inside looked like a foggy sea. I walked towards it and was immediately engulfed inside. I turned back and I think I saw my house, or where I was standing before I went inside.
So I decided to walk a little further through the water. It felt like I was walking on some nets; and there were these little geysers in the water. They weren't hot or anything.

I can't remember if I walked back inside or not but I guess I did. I remember to reality check just to see if I was still lucid. I found Sam again.

I got so excited, and tried to remember my goals. I could hardly remember them, so I tried something new. I closed my eyes and held out my hand. I tried to visualize something, maybe raisins. While I did this, I said to Sam, "Look at my hand." I heard her gasp. I felt the raisins immediately forming into their shape. I opened my eyes and there they were, in my hand.

I was so shocked. This feels amazing! I remember wanting to go in my bathroom and look at myself. But my reflection might have been a bit weird. I told Sam, "Come on, Sam! Let's go downstairs and eat our hearts out! (Cuz you know it's a dream)" She was like, "Wait, I want to try this!" But she couldn't do it. Lol.

I can't remember much after this, but now I remember being in a little cornfield with either my grandfather or some other guy. There were some other "students" there. We were told to collect these little seeds, and I'm not sure why. Sam was with me. I said, "The heck with this. Let's do this." So I held out my hand and imagined those little yellow beige seeds. Once I opened my eyes, they didn't really look like the right seeds. They were more yellow and looked plastic, so I threw them on the ground.

So, I find myself in my apartment. Wow, second dream at my new apartment! I am upstairs in my room. I decide to come downstairs. I go out of my room, down the triangle stairs, to the normal stairs. It doesn't seem right. But what isn't right. A Green Day(DS) was playing. I couldn't recall which one though. Hm...dream sign. So, I plug my nose, and I am still breathing. I do it again. Yep. Now I look at my hands. Nothing. Then, like magic, my right hand starts growing extra fingers!!! What the hell??? This is a dream without a doubt. So I am now lucid.

I proceed back up to the first turn step on the stairs. I decide to go through the wall over into the next apartment. I put my hand to the wall. Nothing. Damn it. Okay, try again. Still nothing. Then, I remember my intent to believe. I stick my hand in the wall. I did it!!! I begin to crawl into the wall. I keep going, and it's getting dark. I worry I'll get stuck. Then, an opening. I land in the bathroom of the next apartment. There is a man in there brushing his teeth. Oh s***! He sees me. I summon a wand(cause I saw HP7 last night). Now what the hell was that spell??? It's the one where you tie summon up with imaginary ropes. Damn it! He pulls out a wand.
"Expelleramus!" I announce. The wand flies out of his hand and comes to me.
"Excemprum Sentrum!!!" I announce. The poor man begins bleeding all out the bathroom floor. Oops, I forgot that one internally cuts you in half...damn. Oh well, this is a dream anyway.

I now leave the bathroom. I see an old lady with a wand.
"Expelleramus!!!" I have her wand. Now I can be merciful. I can use the attack Expelleramus.
"Expelleramus!!!" Nothing. Aw screw it, my dream.
"Excemprum Sentrum!!!" She falls to the floor and begins to internally bleed as well. Damn, I'm f***ing evil.

I swiftly leave the apartment. I see I've wasted all the time, when I simply could have walked out my own damn door. I am in the parking lot. No cars...not even my own. Odd. So, I continue walking. I walk past our big green dumpster, and I'm at the little grass hill behind it. Damn it! Where the hell is Vegeta?! This is the only time I haven't had a DC I'm looking for come to...oh there he is! Here comes Vegeta wearing his blue undershirt.

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He walks up to me. I ask him how do I know it's really the real Vegeta(HP7 strategy). He says am I fake. Here, I'll prove it. He gets into a stance and fires a Galick Gun at me!!!

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I react quickly with a Kamehameha. And my blue beam is on a collision course with his purple beam.

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The two collide, and we both fly back. We both get up, and Vegeta gets his little smirk he always has.

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I know he's the real Vegeta. I explain to him I need his help in finding the seven dragon balls.

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I tell him they will be useful to me one day. He agrees to help me find them. He says he already has two himself. He holds them out, and I take them. I thank him. I say we should go now. He agrees. We both start to fly away by the apartment park. Damn, we're going like 2 MPH! I tell him to stop. I ask why we are going so slow. He says we wasted a lot of power with that battle. Damn it. We begin to fly, but he stops. I keep going. I wonder what he's doing. I stop and turn. He sees something that is even scaring him. Is it Cell? Majin Buu? I don't wanna find out. I close my eyes. Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Suddenly, I am awake.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING

Good morning! Very low recall during the week. Didn't get more than 5-7 hours of sleep each day. Had a fragment about candy yesterday, but I cba to write it down. Last night night was a night filled with long dreams. I always seem to dream alot on Friday nights. Must be because of sleep deprivity during the week, making it a long REM-rebound.

11.20: Bedtime

05.45: 20 minutes WBTB

07.30: Ignoring girls
I'm with my dad in a car. We're driving from work, and we're going to visit a friend of his. We stop at a garage and he gets out, and starts talking with his friend. A girl gets in the car and tries to start a conversation with me. I ignore her and keep on reading my book. My dad gets in the car again and off we go. After a while we arrive at a house, and we all enter. I sit down in a couch and continue to read my book. Anothe girl shows up and I keep on ignoring them, being kind of a prick.

They want to play some games, and I look up. "What kind of games?" I ask. "Well, Tekken would be fun" one of them says. "On Xbox?" I ask. "Yeah ofcourse, the newest version" this sparks my interest and I put the book away. My cellphone starts ringing, and I pick up. It's Monica on the other end and she's very upset. She keeps yelling at me, telling me I'm being unfaithful or whatever. She hangs up before I get a chance to say anything, and I just shrug it off. I laugh a bit while telling the girls it was my GF and she's freaking out for no reason.

Dream skip. I'm with Monica and we're standing on the sidewalk next to a park. She hands me all kinds of berries and tells me to eat them. "You'll get lucid easier if you do!" I spot a large blue one which looks like a large blueberry. I put them all in my mouth and chew on them. It tastes just like blueberries, and I have to spit several times to get rid of the harder parts. She smiles at me and walks up the road along the park. I take out a branch of Mugwort and eat it aswell. I throw the stalk in the bushes.

08.00: At work MILD
I'm with Björn at work. We're at a new construction site, located ontop of a hill, overlooking a river. There's a big scaffold in the middle made out of wood. I spot a pair of noise canceling headphones on a plank sticking out. Björn heads up the scaffold and greets with a guy there. I follow. Apparently we're trying to score some weed. "Sorry, I ain't got any at the moment" he tells us. I walk back down a bit disappointed, but realise we need a backpack! There is none around, but I spot one up in a tree closer to the river's edge.

"Hey! There's one" I tell Björn, and we head for it. "Haha! They've set up a trap for us" he tells me. I can see several lines going from the tree, anchored in the ground. Björn grabs one and starts pulling. Half of the tree starts falling, and hits the water. The "weed guy" jumps in, trying to get the bag before it vanishes. He appears a few seconds later, holding another black back. "Hey, look what I found!" he exclaims. The water looks very inviting, and just as I think about jumping in. Björn rushes past me and jumps off the edge.

It's perhaps eight meters down to the water, and he hits the weeds. "Oh shit! Björn! Are you okay?" I yell. He starts swimming under the water, without replying. I take a big breath and jump off the edge. I close my eyes as I fall, and the fall is longer than it should have been. It takes a few seconds before I hit the surface, and I start swimming. I turn lucid. I can feel the warm water, but it doesn't really feel right. My legs feels weird. "Hmm... Perhaps I should try to walk on it instead?" I ask myself. The dream starts to fade.

I can feel my body in bed. "Alright, time to lie still and ignore the spasms" I think, and lie completely still, trying to DEILD. The feeling of my arms and hands being twisted in horrible spasms come a second later. I ignore them. The left side of my neck starts twitching violently. I can't really sleep on my right side, as it usually does this. I figure it's actually doing it for real, so I decide to give up the DEILD.

I wake up, my mom's there for some reason. "Aw crap mom! I was just having a lucid dream..."

08.00: Björn's family
I'm with Björn once again. We're having some kind of store together, and his family is there. I'm not sure what it was all about, but he doesn't really like me seeing his private life. We're walking towards his place, and he's got his daughter in a wagon. The handle is made for two people, and he gives room for me to help him push it. We say some nerdy phrase from an old cartoon or whatever as we go up a small hill. At the door, I tell him that his daughter is sleeping. I know she isn't, but she's pretending to do it. She opens her eyes and tells me she was just pretending.

We walk in the house. Björn tells her she has to get ready for bed. "Dad, can we pee at the same time?" she asks him in a very adult-like voice. "It's been ages since we did so! Like two days" I wonder how the hell they're going to manage that. I wait in the living room. Suddenly I wonder what I would do if there would be a naked woman bending over in the next room. A very strong image of a naked womanl comes up in my head. I wake up with a jolt coming from down below. Luckily it was just being activated, but still amazing!

9.30: Fragment
My brother Morgan asks me alot of questions about my computer. What kind it is, how good it is etc. "Is my computer good enough for Call of Duty Black Ops?" he asks me. I tell him it's not.

11.00: Awesome LARP
I'm leaning against a wall, waiting for my turn on the LARP game going on to my left. It's a huge pit with different trenches, buildings and hills. A girl to my right is playing with a white mini helicopter. I take a look at what I'm holding. It's my weapons pack, and I open it up. There's a small black mini helicopter in there. I start playing around with it, trying to fly over people's heads. It keeps hitting me in the face, and it's almost impossible to control. I put it away, and grab my weapon. The ongoing game is about to end, and I can see several people in orange and purple clothing. The orange team is winning. A few asians are doing backflips.

The arena is cleared and it's my group's turn. A gong sounds and I jump the low wall lining the edge. I hit my crotch on it, but luckily it doesn't hurt at all. People scatter everywhere and I head for the nearest trench. The ground consists of dirt and the buildings are made out of wood. Everything's supposed to look like the medieval ages or something earlier. I enter the nearest building. Once inside, I spot another entrance, a table and a candle holder. My pulse is very high, and I can hear my own breathing. I try to relax, and draw my weapon. A matress.

"What the?" I think as I inspect the piece of matress. I figure it's for diverting attacks, and that I have to kick people to "kill" them. I jump up on a table and sits there for a minute or so. I realise that this is probably the worst place to sit. No one shows up, and so I leave the building. I run along a road, seeing no one. Two purple dressed people appear ahead. I have to think for a while before I realise they're my team mates. I run up to them.

Everything changes from 1st person to 3rd. We all run along a road, leading up in the mountains. The grass is green and it's not cold at all. The two guys both have horses, and I try to keep up with them. Just as I think they're going to disappear, a few more people appear. We all stop and talk for a while. I get on my mount, and ride ahead. This time I pull out my real weapon. A black, plastic scimitar. A few of the new guys have improved mounts, large fairytale creatures. I guess they have leveled up or something.

11.00: Fragments
*Someone comments on me having eleven dreams in one night. "That is insane" they say. Like I'm some kind of legend in real life.

*I watch myself in 3rd person. I stand on a hill in the sun. Between two huge skyscrapers. My back is more muscular than it should be, and I've got a tan. Also I'm covered in oil. The view changes to 1st person. I notice that I have a pair of black speedos on.

12.00: Playing ping pong
I'm about to enter an elevator. Monica tells me she wants to show me what she used to do for her ex. I get in and go to the next floor. She took the stairs. That's it. I get in again, and go to the top floor. There's a few pool tables there, and my friends G and Felix are there. We wait for our turn to play ping pong. Two guys are playing against eachother on two of the pooltables. I wonder why they don't use a real ping pong table. A few minutes pass, and we're just watching them.

They're done and asks if anyone wants to play. Felix tells them we want to, and they give us their stuff. I spot the original table and net next to a large bookshelf, and I tell them to go get it while I take a piss. I head for the elevator and go down a few floors. I enter my friend Henrik's friend Ted's appartment. There's a white drawer with a TV on it. I open one of the doors, and is about to pee in it. "Wait a second, why don't I just pee at the toilet?" I ask myself. I get ouf of his room, and enter the toilet instead. I start peeing.

Amount of sleep: 11 hours

Supplements before bed: 2 x Omega-3, 1 x Lucid Dreamer at WBTB

That's it! Sweet. Next time I'm going to DEILD. I HAVE to think about doing a RC. This is like the third time I get a FA and I'm sick of not being able to remain conscious. Also the twitching of the neck was on the left side. It's supposed to be on the right, and so it's a new SP sign!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I am in a snowy area. Quite soon I become lucid. There are people I know in front of me. There is also a pipe that leads into an underground world I discovered some weeks ago. I tell my little sister to go there (or then I pushed her). She goes and peeks in, but I say that she doesn't have to go there if she doesn't want. After a while we go in. Now there are three people with me: my little sister, a friend and a girl I don't know. I know that they don't know were in a dream. The place is frozen. There is snow and some crystal. A man drives towards us on a snowmobile. I tell the girl they shouldn't drive here. We continue to right, to the place where the man called Prince was in the previous dream where I visited the place. He's there this time also. The large room looks pretty much the same as last time. There is a concert of some kind arranged in the room. It's full of crowd. I join them. The Prince comes at me and kisses my hand. I go to my friend. Soon I leave the room and get above ground. I appear in our house. My parent's have had a baby and they are discussing about her name. Theres a door that used to be there some years ago. I try to open it but it's locked. I decide to go another way to the room but when I go past the kitchen, I see my parents sitting by the table. Somehow I realize I'm back in my childhood. I go to the stove. There's a pan with sauce boiling in it. "Oh, now he went to the pan". That's my mother. "He's touching it". They can't see, but my actions are somehow reflected to my baby form that I can't see. I leave the room and go back to the door. I look at my watch, though it doesn't tell me anything. I think the dream has already lasted about 45 minutes, but I don't feel like waking up. I think I went to the kitchen again and was there about 5-10 minutes. I come back to the door. I decide just to go through it and to the underground world. But when I try it, I bounce off the door. I close my eyes and walk straight towards the door and through it (that, by the way, is the perfect way to draw your attention off something, which makes it nonexistent).
I start falling. I open my eyes. A silhouette of a town starts taking shape (seen from the bird perspective). I decide to do the task of the month. Part one: find Santa and steal the gifts. I see Santa and the reindeer. I tie his sleigh with a lasso and start swinging it around. Finally I slam him on the ground and take the bag with the gifts in it. Now Grinch appears. He has huge, black claws. Also Santa come at me. The rest of the dream is pretty hazy, but I think I gave the bag to Grinch so I didn't get the task of the month done.

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9.12.2010

How I've Grown (DILD)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Mzzkc

High in the sky, in a city on the moon, I did battle with a monstrous beast whose height rivaled that of the tallest skyscraper; my cerulean colored blasts of energy, wide and strong, accented by tendrils of black, burned and enveloped my foe, forcing him to the ground with a thunderous roar.

Lucid Dream #8

This is my 8th LD and my second one in a row!

Red = Non-Lucid
Blue = Lucid

I wake up at 4:00AM and go back to sleep. I wake up again at 5:00AM then go back to sleep. About every 10-20 minutes I wake up (naturally) and recall some dreams then go back to sleep.

I wake up... or did it? I do a nose plug reality check.
I get out of bed calm but also excited because this is my second LD in a row. (I had one the other day too.) I try to walk through my window but it was like rubber and pushed me back. I tired again and it worked. Right after that I had a vision that said something like "Can you come here to have coffee (Someones name here)" it also showed what the place looked like. Right after that a car drove up and on the hood it said "Drive in style!" I instantly had to go to the bathroom really bad and got sucked out of the dream.

~FIN

Plans: Challenge one of the tournament tonight at the Hogwarts where I am a student with MoSh. It looks like I'll be working with Draco, though, since we're in the same house. MoSh will be working with Harry and Hermione since they're all in Gryffindor. This sucks.

Tour of the Castle
I am in a bedroom at Hogwarts and I'm not lucid. I really need to RC every time I'm in a bedroom that isn't my own... So I leave the bedroom and enter an office of some kind, there is a big ornate wooden desk, there isn't much in the room, it looks like it isn't in use right now. I look around for a bit, not sure what I'm supposed to be doing in there. I was still pondering that when there was a knock at the door, I open the door to reveal Professor McGonagall waiting at the door. I let her inside, she says she has come to help me get acquainted with the castle. So now I follow McGonagall down the hall. I notice there are two exits from the living area / office, one of them leads to the main hallway while the other leads directly to a classroom, it's the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. I follow McGonagall to the main hallway and then we go around the school, meeting an assortment of people. Filched greeted me with a grunt and a glare until I say he has an adorable kitty, after which I pick up a surprised Mrs. Norris and then give her cause to purr, and she purrs very loud indeed! I comment to Filch that I love anything feline, I am a hopeless cat lover. Mrs. Norris clearly likes me, so Filch soon calms down. He had been a bit upset when I had first scooped Mrs. Norris into my arms. McGonagall says we need to keep going, so I set Mrs. Norris down and follow McGonagall. We are seeing where all of the classrooms are, meeting all of the teachers and others that work there, for the most part I get a friendly welcome.

There are a couple people there who seem less than thrilled to see me. And those are actually people I have already met, I am sure of that. Somewhere along this tour I have become lucid, so I am now aware I am dreaming. Snape greets me with a grunt and a dirty look, I know he wanted to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. I am figuring he voted me in only because, when choosing between Umbridge and me, I am the obvious choice. Lucius is in the halls, I wonder how much time Lucius is at Hogwarts. As McGonagall is introducing me to people, she is saying the role they play at Hogwarts. It turns out the heads of the houses aren't the same as in the book. In fact, McGonagall introduces Arthur Weasley as the head of Gryffindor, I say I thought that was McGonagall. McGonagall says no, seems surprised, then says there would be far too much room for bias if the heads of the houses were also teachers. She says Snape would never flunk anyone in his house. She says Arthur Weasley is head of Gryffindor, Xenophilius Lovegood is head of Ravenclaw, I have never heard the name of the person who is head of Hufflepuff, and Lucius Malfoy is the head of Slytherin.

Speaking of Lucius Malfoy, McGonagall meet up with him in one of the halls. He doesn't seem too happy to see me, but at least he is making an effort to hide that. He McGonagall has something she needs to attend to, and she needs me to wait. Right there with Lucius? Don't take too long... So there I am in the hallway with Lucius, and it seems a bit awkward, so I just wait there silently while Lucius is giving me a strange look. While I am standing there thinking the situation rather sucks, someone even worse comes along. Dolores Umbridge comes along down the hall. She is still not pleased to see me, but it seems she is currently more angry a Lucius for some reason. She walks right over to Lucius and says she should curse him into next week for that trick. She says it took her hours to find the proper counter-curse to get rid of that obscenity from her forehead. I remember the word BITCH being tattooed on her face, I look to see if it is really gone. Lucius is also looking, he says it's good she cleared up that label... the word BITCH didn't properly describe Umbridge. I look and now the words UGLY BITCH are displayed on her forehead, glowing and changing color constantly. I say Lucius is right on this one, Umbridge's forehead looks much better now, then I turn away quickly because I think I might start laughing. McGonagall comes out of the room where she had gone, she looks at Umbridge and gasps. She is staring, all she can say is, "Dolores! Your face! It's..." I interrupt McGonagall and say her face sure does look a lot better. McGonagall is about to say something else when Umbridge takes a look at me, gives a huff, then says I shouldn't get too comfortable since I won't be at the school for long. She leaves in a huff. McGonagall makes no further attempt to stop her, but she does want to know who put it there. I say I didn't do it, but I think it was Q. Q has a sense of humor and would no doubt find that amusing. From the closed door of a women's restroom a bit farther up the hall comes, "Lucius Malfoy!!!" There are a few other sounds, then Umbridge comes out of the bathroom and storms over to Lucius. I notice that, unfortunately, her forehead is now clear of writing. Damn. She got rid of it. She points at her forehead and tells Lucius that she has countered how curse. As I am watching, however, the words DUMB UGLY BITCH appear on her forehead in neon pink. I snort a bit of laughter, turning it into a cough, though it still gets Umbridge's attention. She heads off in a huff again.

I follow McGonagall through the rest of the tour of the castle, though nothing more worth noting takes place. I am thinking it would be sooooo easy to get lost in there that it isn't even funny. I wonder how the students manage to find their classes at all. I guess it is something they get used to, but it seems the setup would lead to a lot of tardy first years, at least for a while. The tour ends back where we started, back in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. McGonagall says again that everyone, or most everyone, is glad to have me aboard. So don't pay any attention to Umbridge, she is all talk and there really is nothing she can do now that I have been voted in by a majority of the board members at Hogwarts. Speaking of Umbridge, she storms into the room and demands to know where Lucius Malfoy is, I see her forehead now sports only one word, and that is FUCKTARD. Q must have heard Tigress use that word. McGonagall says that is really immature, but she seems to be snickering a bit, too. I wonder what it will say next... I was fortunately able to wait until McGonagall left the room before I woke up.

Concert Shirt Swap
I am in a large room, it is an auditorium, and there are people coming into the room and taking seats, it looks like there is going to be a concert going on soon. I am thinking I somehow got in without a ticket, and I am hoping I don't get caught... because the ticket price is outrageously expensive, there's no way I could afford one. I am trying to remember who is playing, is it even worth that kind of money? Well, no matter, I got in free, so I'm happy. It turns out that they are even giving out free t-shirts, one of the employees gives me one, so I look at the shirt, and it displays the names of the bands to be playing. There are a couple opening acts I don't recognize, but the headlining groups are Metallica and Disturbed, awesome! I take my shirt off right there in front of everyone, not really being concerned about the people who are around me to see. I put on my shirt but then I realize I have a big hole in it! That really pissed me off, so I switched back to my own shirt. I look around and I see that some people have laid their shirts around, I figure I will make a swap. Bit when I try, someone calls me on it, I say I thought it was mine... Sorry. The music starts, it's Metallica playing, I am hoping I haven't missed Disturbed. Of course now the place is darker, so I am able to swap my shirt with another. Then I make my way towards the front of the crowd to get closer to the band. It's Metallica, but I don't recognize the songs.

A River Runs Through It
There is a river running through our yard, across the driveway, blocks the driveway. The water is rancid. Oil in it. Can't get out, worried about dogs... what if they drink this crap??? They can't reach. Not an issue. What if it erodes and grows wider? We need a bridge. Mom talking to my brother, John about the bridge. I follow the river to see where it comes from, can it be diverted? Somehow I become lucid... that's John! I don't want to lose him again... I hug him, I don't want to let him go, he wants to know what brought that on...

I am in my own bedroom, I get up off the bed and go out into the living room. I haven't been sleeping, I have been lying in there relaxing, but now I think it is time to get doing something. I go outside to get a bit of fresh air, but there is something weird about the yard. It takes me a bit to recognize what is wrong with the yard, but I finally see that there is a river running through it! I see my mother out there talking to someone, I go over to see what is going on, because I know there isn't supposed to be a river in the yard. The river flows across the driveway, so it is impossible to get our cars out of the driveway. I find it is my brother John that my mom is talking to, I also get a closer look at the water. The water is disgusting. There is a lot of oil and crap in the water, and it also smells bad. My mother is talking to John about leaving the river there and building a bridge... but why would she want to keep the river stench going through the yard?! I follow the river to the west to see if I can find out where the river is coming from and maybe it can be diverted. Somewhere as I'm following the river I become lucid, though I can't identify exactly where.

Now that I'm lucid I head back to where my mom is talking to John still, but now I realize it's a dream and that as soon as I wake up John will be gone again. This realization makes me sad, I miss my brother. I decide to take advantage of the time I have with him. I run over to John and I throw my arms around him in a great big bear hug. He seems a bit surprised, but he returns the hug. I keep hugging him, I really don't want to let go. It seems almost as if, by holding on to him tightly enough, I can pull him from the dream into waking life. Of course that isn't possible, but I hold on to him tightly just the same. I am still holding him when I wake up, and of course he isn't there.

the dream started with me standing at a bar. it was pretty fancy, everyone was wearing suits and dresses. it looked like something out of a big hollywood party. the bar tender came up to me and gave me a drink as if id already ordered. so i handed over a 20 and he refused. he said something about a tab so i was like whatever. i turned round and scanned the room as if i was waiting on or looking for some one. then this guy wearing a white suit jacket strolled, looking suave as hell. we greeted and had a drink then he looked around as if to see if anyone was listening. he came close and whispered something i cant remember but i instantly realised that he was a vampire and everyone else as well.
i looked at my watch and i realised it wasnt my watch as in my dreams i always have my omega watch on.
thats when i went lucid, id been preparing for a lucid dream all day so when it happened i was pretty calm and collected. i imagined myself as a vampire aswell and i felt my heart stop beating. i headed for the door and when i opened it was a sheer drop from the side of skyscraper. it was night time and the city looked odd. ass if there werent any roads or something. i took a couple steps back and aimed for the other building. i took a running jump, and since i was a vampire i had some awesome skills, so i flew over the gap and smashed through the window. i had cuts on my face but i started to heal. i was putting too much thought into being this vampire so it was effected the lucidity so i done some basic stuff to refocus like i walked over to what looked like a dinner table and picked up a tumbler, i imagined the coldness of the glass and the weight of it. then i rubbed my hands together and everything seemed back to normal. i looked around at it seemed to be a penthouse or something. i walked towards the bedroom and opened the door. there was a woman sleeping in a black four posted bed. i walked up to her side and tried to look at her face but at that moment she woke up and sat up. she ddint see me for some reason. she looked confused by something, through this i ddint move or say anything i just watched her. she settled back into bed and fell asleep shortly after. i realised that she probably couldnt see me because it was pitch black and i could see because i was a vampire. i thought i might aswell do some proper vampire shit, so i leaned over her and brushed the hair from her neck. i was readying myself for the bite when my dream started to fade again. i looked around trying to stabilize it somehow but rubbing my hands together didnt help.
i woke up after that but the vampire theme was due to the fact that ive been watching a lot of trueblood lol

Dream on Dec. 8, 2010. I only remember bits and pieces

I was on a journey with other people. We were in a plane, but it was not a normal plane, it was more like a platform that flew without any obvious means of propulsion. Below us was the sea, or perhaps a large lake, and very green hills that protruded from the dark water. On some of the larger land masses, there were picture perfect cottages, easter egg colors with white framing. Willows and other dainty trees grew as well as abundant gardens with roses and tulips. We landed, the platform becoming a deck. There was a marina, and passengers started getting off, moving to various boats. There were large boats, with engines, but I got in a group where there was only a small fishing boat with oars. I tried getting in, but each time I stepped in the boat, it would start sinking. Everyone else but myself and a stranger had left and we were trying to find a way to get in the boat without it sinking. Finally, a little fishing boat with an enginge appeared. It was being directed by a former colleague of mine, Will, from the SPCA. He irritably told us to get in, and the other few people in the boat moved over so we could clamber aboard. There was water in the bottom of the boat and I was concerned we would sink. However, we made it to the other dock, which was attached to vibrant green grass. There was a dirt walkway with granules of sand and rock and a wooden border. We walked up to a large, stucco covered building with a wooden awning with trellises that grew ivys. We walked inside, and I saw another former colleague, Brandon. Everyone was dressed in suits, it was a speech tournament. I remember looking at him and thinking I was going to tell him "Brandon, I had a dream about you!" Ironically enough, I was dreaming about him. Everyone was chattering, waiting for another round to start. I remember feeling as if I were invisible, wandering through this large hall, which seemed to be composed of only hallways. The floor looked like marble and there was old furniture. The hall seemed like it was being remodeled, there was large sheets of plastic sectioning off rooms.

Then I woke up

12/08/2010
"Blackmail: Return to Sender"

Some goons had kidnapped my daughter. They were using her as leverage, to blackmail me into coming along with them, and helping them commit an armed robbery. With no other choice, I went along with it. I don't remember very much of the whole situation, at first, but it involved being something of a point-man in the heist, within a massive house. The squad of thugs were charged with keeping the people in the house at bay, while I was supposed to be the one who actually went in to steal whatever was in the safe. It wasn't long before the occupants of the house began fighting back, though, and soon there was an insane firefight going on. I wasn't fortunate enough to be given a gun so, once I had what I came for, I had to haul ass through the house, ducking and dodging as guns were blazing around me. For the most part, the folks in the house were completely outgunned, and there were innocent people dying all around me. The inhabitants figured me to be one of the bad guys, so I ended up having to grab a pistol off of a dead man and shoot my way out, rounding the stairwell and rushing down, level after level - covering my own ass with frantic shots until I made it to the ground floor.

I rushed outside of the house, gunfire still crackling in all directions. As I was running, a van hurriedly pulled up beside me, and the door opened. Still at a sprint, I jumped inside the van and we sped off. I had completed my mission and got the goons whatever it was they were searching for (though I don't remember what it was. The whole thing felt much like Cobb's attempted escape at the beginning of Inception). All I could feel, was that the victory was a bit dubious. I wanted my daughter back, but I felt horrible about all of the people that had to die for me to complete my objective. To make things worse, I was greeted with the old bait-and-switch, for my services. The goons refused to give my daughter back. They said that they would need me for another job or so, before they would consider returning her to me. Needless to say, I was furious. I was not about to be made into a lap dog for these bastards. I knew I had to do something about this.

Half-heartedly, I agreed to the mission. It was supposed to be another armed robbery, much like the last one. I was told that the head guy was going to be there, himself, so I had a 'plan' on how I was going to end all of this. It was half-baked, but it was the best I had. Somehow, I had the luxury of having Todd be my transportation to this heist. We were in a car that I don't believe was his Jeep, and he was driving. We had to circle the neighborhood a few times, and wait until the goons had already secured the house, which seemed like a cross between an old house of mine, in Houston, and my Grandmother's house, in Daytona Beach. Also inexplicably, I knew that there was a rack of weaponry waiting for me, down the street from the target home. My "employers" didn't know about this, and it was my intention to get close enough to the leader of the group to take him at gunpoint, and bargain his life for that of Cierra.

Making one of our rounds, we stopped over at this rack of weapons (which was, amusingly, set up right beside a house - all out in the open) and stocked up. Todd already had a handgun and ammunition in his car, just in case, but I needed to get my own. Going up to the rack, though, I saw that the only gun it had was a model of a real piece. I didn't even think it was functional, but for some reason, I packed it anyway. There were no bullets on this rack of weapons, but Todd's bullets were able to fit in my 'model' gun, and that made me a little more confident that it would fire. After loading it, I didn't dare test it, though, because we were in a neighborhood, and couldn't draw too much attention to ourselves before getting the job done. I also grabbed a samurai sword from off the rack, and slung the sheath over my shoulder. We went back to circling the block. On what I thought was our last pass, we saw the goons storm into the house. I knew that I was going to be on, in just a few moments. Todd was beginning to lose his nerve about having any part in this, though. I told him that he was going to have to stop and wait for me, but he didn't want to stop. We just kept driving around the block while I argued with him about how I had to go through with this. Another pass. Now, there were people streaming out of the house, some of them dragging their bullet ridden bodies under their own power, clinging desperately to their lives. I knew that there was going to be no other chance. Again, I told Todd that he had to stop, so I could get this done before the cops came. And, again, he doubted the situation just long enough to role passed the house again. Sure enough, on our next trip around, there were cop cars in the driveway. I knew that, If I were to go in now, I would have bought myself a 1-way ticket to prison. It was too late to complete the job as ordered, anymore...I had failed.

Then I got a phone call. The leader of the goon squad said that he wasn't even present, during the heist. He had been testing me, and I let him down by not completing my task. He told me to report back to him, because we had some things to 'discuss,' and it was the most ominous thing I had heard in ages. He still didn't know that I was armed, though (if you could call it that). We drove down the block, still in my grandma's hood, and I got out. I didn't plan on making much small talk...at all. I was going in there determined to get my daughter back, by any means necessary. Clutching the gun and sword, and making my way up to the door - practically on fire with anticipation - I suddenly realized that I was dreaming. I was absolutely ecstatic. Lol. All fear instantly disappeared. This entire scenario had just done a complete 180, and now, even though I was fully aware that this was not reality, I damn sure wasn't leaving the scene without settling the score.

I burst into the run-down old house, immediately stepping in and waving the gun around. There was one guy on a couch to my right, another standing in a hallway to my left, and the leader was directly across the room from me. He sat in a chair, smuggly, with a gun in one hand, and my daughter in his lap. She sat rather stoically, looking at me with a calmness in her face as if she was just waiting patiently for this to be over with. I glared at the leader, beginning to walk toward him (before this time, I had never actually seen him, and he reminded me a lot of Victor Sweet, the dementedly egotistical bad guy from Four Brothers). The guy on the couch suddenly threw out his arm and aimed his gun at me. I aimed back at him and tried to pull the trigger. Nothing. I squeezed it harder. Still nothing. Even though I was lucid, the gun was still acting like a damn model. I just couldn't squeeze the trigger. Even when I clutched it with two hands and both index fingers, it wouldn't budge. I thought that it should be easy, since I was lucid, but no matter what I did, this gun just would not shoot. Frustrated, I began taunting the guy on the couch. I dared him to shoot me, telling him that he could take all the shots he wanted, but it wasn't going to stop me from killing every single one of them, beginning with him. I began to slowly walk in his direction.

He fired. Anticipating the attempt, I swung my hand up in front of me, imagining the bullet hitting my palm and snatching it out of the air. He fired again. My other hand raised, slapping the bullet off to one side while I continued on toward him. His shots came in quicker as I advanced, and I simply stopped paying attention to the bullets, stalking toward the increasingly terrified man. His bullets pelted lightly off of my chest like grains of rice against cowhide. And out of the corner of my eye, I could see that the leader was getting uneasy, too. He tried getting my attention stalling me with some talk about how he "knows me" from somewhere, but I completely ignored him. I would get to him...in time. But for now, I was relishing in the moment.

By this point, I was standing right over the man on the couch. He had stopped shooting, and his eyes were wide with fear. He was shaking. Again, I tried to squeeze off a few rounds into his stomach, from point blank range, but the gun I held was completely useless, and I just didn't have enough control of the dream to overpower it. I finally threw it to the ground, having had enough, and reached around behind me to pull the samurai sword out of the sheath over my shoulder. The last thing I remember, before waking up, was the look on the goon's face when he realized that he was about to be carved into tiny little pieces.

I had two dreams last night.

Non-Lucid Maybe Lucid?

I was going to a new school with alot of my old friends. We were all in this huge out-door patio and there were some teachers talking. I kept getting in trouble because I couldn't shut up. So I ended up going to the bathroom. There was this handicaped dude who made me whipe his butt and there was crap everywhere. On the walls and ceiling and it was crazy. My mom came and picked me up and I told her about it.

I don't remember alot but I think that I may have became lucid at this point. The reason I think this is because right before I went to sleep, I told my self that whenever I become lucid, I'd do a gun fight or something like that.

The first thing I remember is looking up a street where I was being chased by the polic and FBI. I had a gun and was accompanied a very beautiful brunnet. I was shooting up all these cops that were chasing me while I was running down the road of a small city. I came to a feild and turned around. I tried to shoot up these kids who had guns and were on bycicles riding around in the field. I couldn't kill them so I assumed they were friendly. A black car then swerved into the field with a butt load of cops in it. I was within 5 feet of it unloading my pistol into the glass when I noticed that my dad and step mom were in the front. My dad was suddenley right in from of me with his hand at his pistol holster. It ended up that my dad could out-draw me. I awoke.

Basketball Fragment
Something about basketball. Coworkers play on a team against real pros. I am surprised that the lazy slobs at my office could be any good at basketball. Apparently, one of the coaches is a girl and she is really good at studying other teams and developing plays that find holes in their defense. Another guy I recognize plays as a forward, which I think is weird because he isn't very tall.

attempted to WILD but instead found myself in this DILD

A Small Room
Method DILD (absurdity)
Lucidity C
Vividness B
Control C
1145: Not much happened in this dream but I recall a lot of detail so my description seems long. I am sitting at a computer, typing. (Funny, that's exactly what I'm doing right now IWL as I type this. But I digress...) So in the dream, I'm sitting at an old computer with an old DOS-like terminal screen and an old clunky keyboard. I am in the middle of typing something when I decided test how fast I can type. I pause and think to type "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog." Then I try to type as fast as I can, but really I'm just mashing the keyboard. I have a moment of self-awareness: Wait, why am I doing this? This is silly. Oh, I'm dreaming.

I am lucid. I stand up and turn around to get a sense of where I am. I am in a small room with no windows. It's lit by one small light bulb. There are two small desks with chairs that take up almost the whole room. Overall, it seems like a large closet or small attic space that was converted into a home office. At one end of the room, the ceiling is sloped which to me suggests I'm on the top floor of a house with a sloped roof. This remind me a bit of the closet in the bedroom of my old SAV house. But otherwise, the room is unfamiliar to me.

I weakly recall that my plan was just to remain lucid and maintain self-control. At this moment, I feel a wave of sensation from my physical body and the dream starts to become unstable. I try to remain calm and focus my vision on the room to anchor myself back in the dream. I rub my hands and things feel okay for now. I take a step toward the wall and touch it with my right hand. It is a very typical wall: drywall with white paint. It is slightly rough to the touch and so realistic and that gets me a little excited. I marvel at how such a mundane activity in waking life can be so interesting in a dream. I run my hand along the wall for about 15 seconds.

Now I turn to the other desk in the room and notice the chair. It's a very small office chair on castor wheels, like the one I keep in my utility closet. I pull it out to sit down. For some reason, the idea off sitting down in a chair with create deliberateness and awareness appeals to me as a lucid task. This seems like the behavior of a playful person who is drunk or high. ("Oh dude! Check out this chair, man! I really want to sit in it!") So yeah. I start to sit down but then I feel another wave of sensation from my physical body. I am slowly pulled out of the dream and wake up.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

Night of December 7-8

I'm in the kitchen of House #1, looking up somebody's phone number on my cell phone. It looks like a calculator, but it has a two-line display, and the number is stored in it. Then, my dad, P. and I have a conversation via text messages about camping. I see the text messages on the screen of this calculator-phone thing. My dad says, “Want to go camping?” I say, “I love camping! Do we have to go in winter, though?” My dad says he doesn't expect us to go in winter. [There was a text message from P. in there somewhere, but I don't remember what it said.]

Then, my dad comes into the room, and he and I argue about how to retrieve the phone numbers of past incoming callers from the house phone. [My dad and I had figured this out together in real life the evening before I had this dream, but the phone in the dream had a much bigger, much more complicated two-panel display than our real house phone has.]

Night of December 8-9

There's an area where some sort of armed conflict has been taking place. There is an organization of people called “Help the Hungry” who are providing food to the survivors by parachuting in with it and by air-dropping it.

I'm in the bombed-out, roofless, empty remains of a small, single-story house that had only one or a few rooms. There is a rectangular box in the middle of the floor of the largest room. All the sides of the box are on fire, but there is a single hard-boiled egg in the center of the box, and it's not burning. I know that it was air-dropped there by Help the Hungry. Oh, a dream, I realize. I decide to go out of the house and explore. I turn around, toward another section of the house, a rectangular section where the wall at one of the narrow ends has been blown up. There's too much rubble between me and the opening for me to walk through conveniently, so I fly over it.

Once I get outside, I discover that the house is in the middle of a wide-open, flat, grassy field, lined with trees around the edges. [Now that I think of it, it resembles the one at the park closest to House #1, only the one in the dream is bigger, has more trees, and has no roads or other buildings in sight.] There is only one other person there, standing right near me as I'm flying just a few feet above the ground. He says something to me [that I don't remember now]. His tone doesn't sound hostile, but I know that he's part of the group responsible for bombing the house, so I want to get away from him quickly. I start flying straight up to escape. He makes a grab for my legs to catch me, but misses. I continue ascending, and the dream starts to fade. Gray blotches appear and spread, blotting out the sky around me.

When I found myself back in bed, I thought, No, I'm not done yet, with resolve. I didn't want this dream to be over already. I remained perfectly still and concentrated on visualizing the dream I'd just been having. I remember thinking, Please... please... please...

...and then I'm back in the sky above that same grassy field, falling toward it just as fast as I had been flying away from it. I do a faceplant into the grass, but feel no sensation at all, neither impact nor deceleration nor pain. I'm now lying on my stomach in the grass. Three or four people about my own age are crouched down in front of me, watching me as I push myself up. I try to speak, but for some reason, although my mind is sending the right commands, my mouth won't work. Instead, I smile and wave at the young woman on the right, who smiles and waves back. As I'm getting up, I keep trying to speak, and after a few seconds, I succeed in getting my mouth to work. I say something like, “Hi, I'm (Emiko). Hide me from anyone other than the Help the Hungry people, will you? I don't think they like me very much.” By “they” I mean the group responsible for bombing the house, and the reason I don't think they like me very much is that I ran (well, flew) away from them. The others seem to accept me, and we all walk away across the field as a group. [That's the last I remember.]

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Side notes:

I was getting to be kind of annoyed that I'd had dreams featuring House #1, one of my dream signs, for two nights in a row without going lucid. Last night, I started to do more serious RCs again, and changed up my before-bed affirmations, making them more along the lines of, “When I'm in an unfamiliar place, especially House #1, I realize that I'm dreaming.” It seems to have worked.

Also, this is the second time that a dream has started to fade right when I've been flying upward. I think it's because both times, I was concentrating exclusively on the act of flying, not paying any attention at all to the environment around me. Lesson learned: In the future, look around more when flying. (Yay for DEILDs, though! I'm so glad I know that trick and can pull it off successfully. )

1. - This is my first experience with Lucid Dreaming, and I guess its about 6-8 years since I had it.
I remember me and my sister on a small road near our house.
We see 2+ police cars pulling over, and running into a class mate of mine's house (Actually he live's at the other side of town - Real life).
I get shocked and ask my sister what he could have done wrong.
She simply answers 'It's just a dream, he didnt do anything'. Shes my big sister, and of course I believed her.
In a second the police officers were gone, and I dont remember what happened next.

2. - This is maybe 4-5 years ago, I had the same dream 5-6+ times duing a couple of weeks.
The setup was my old pre school mixed with the actual school.
2 class mates, an unknown and me are running towards a security room, in wich there is a radar.
(In the previous dreams I remember T-rex and other various dinosaurs (I was a big fan as a child))
In the very last dream <-- this dream, I remember the unknows guy (Blond albino like kid) - Telling me he doesn't want to go the the security room. I ask him why he doesnt want to be safe there, and I simply answers me(Like my sister did) - That I'm dreaming, and last time he died after I woke up :/

I really doenst remember the 3rd. Other than I know I was told that I was dreaming, once again

I was walking in Walmart with one of my friends. (I will be calling him JP from now on.) I don,t really know why we were in Walmart. I think we were just bored. Anyways,we stopped and looked at football cards. They were in some weird Pokemon containers. I look away then I look back. The cards were completly rearanged, so now I do a RC. My finger gos straight through my hand. I stare at it a while , and then take it out. In instinct I clear my mind, and begin to lift off the ground and fly around Walmart . I start thinking about my finger going through my hand, and then I decide to try and fly through a shelf or two. I go straight through two shelves, and come out into a hospitals hallway. JP pulls me down to the ground. I start to fly again,and JP pulls me back down. I throw him at the wall getting mad at him. I try to fly through the ceiling to find my dream guide,but instead I smash my face into the ceiling. I land and start flying again. Now JP is holding onto my leg. I try to slam him into the ceiling, but he is to heavy,and I fall back down to the ground. I fly out the window into a families living room. They have hot chocolate and cookies while the children' s mom reads them a christmas story. They can't see me so I wonder into the kitchen. A kid is sitting there eating his carrots. He sees me and freaks out. I tell him i' m a ghost thinking that will calm him down. He doesn't get it so I show him that I can put my finger through my hand. My alarm clock gos off then so I wake up.