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9.12.2010

How I've Grown (DILD)

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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.

7th Lucid

I'm not sure if this is a DIELD or a DILD I think it's both though.

Key
Blue = Lucid
Red = False Awakening

It's 4 AM just woke up from my alarm to preform a WBTB into a DIELD. Once I wake up I set another alarm that will go off later and will turn off automatically.

The DIELD attempt didn't work so I decide to go back to sleep and try again at 5 AM.

I wake up check my cell phone to see what time it is. It says 5:59 AM. I think to my self (Meh I got to get ready for school in an hour.)

I wake up again check my cell phone. It says 5:30. I was pissed off because I just had a FA. I go back to sleep.

Some where around here I was aware that I was dreaming I try to RC but I wake up but quickly fall back asleep.

Somehow I became lucid I think it was because I was trying to DIELD at the same time. I lift my arm just to make sure i'm moving my dream arm. I get up out of bed and stabilize the dream. After that, I walk through my window. I take off to the sky to fly. After flying around I wake up.

I try to go back into the other dream by DIELDing but instead I just did a RC to make sure I still wasn't dreaming.

I think im getting close to overcoming my inability to fly since I flew for real this time while being lucid from start to finish. Next time im gonna have something I can think about when I try to fly and remember how I did it.

Dream 1: In my school bus with friends. We chat around until they all decide to get out of it and I follow them. Why? Because then you can hop into another bus with one side ripped off. No sense but watever.

Dream 2: I go to my class like usual, but our room has changed. The school decided to merge us into a big class with another group. I think I had this dream twice that night. I dont know what class were in and noone seems to be telling me. On top of that my science books are not even mine but someone elses from my new group.

Dream 3: With Mr Cormier, we have an exam in geography. The questions make no sense and include drawing various circles and shapes. We have absolutely no time to do it and I obviously didnt study for it . It looks like pretty much everyone messed up bad.

Dream 4: As my awareness goes up I realise that test was completely ridiculous and the questions had nothing to do with school. As soon as I get lucid I see a window. Instinctively I rush into the window and wish so hard that Im gonna fly. The window was closed but watever . Next thing I know im outside in the air and all I see is the night sky with clouds. I look back and see my house far away. I slow down and start flapping my arms. After that, I automatically start...skating with my feet in the air. Dunno why but it worked pretty well. I want some more excitement, so I think of a bunch of little yellow birds and they appear. Then guns pop up and start shooting them. I gradually wake up.

Towards the end of my sleep, I kept getting plonked right in the middle of annoying situations. The second last one was at my primary school and I was still doing work experience. Our class had to get on a bus for an excursion, but the class was split into 3 and one of the groups thought I was an actual teacher and just got on the bus.

I got on too, and the bus drove off. I was trying to decide whether I should have waited for the teacher, because I could get into serious trouble. I eventually decided to tell the bus driver to stop, but a teacher randomly appeared on the bus and said "It's okay, I'm a teacher."

I sat back down and some kids were talking about Gold Class cinemas. I said "You can put your seat all the way back in Gold Class."
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Immediately my dream cut to me sitting in a Gold Class cinema, but I had come with nobody. So, rather than waste the $50 on seeing the movie with no one else, I decided to go back out and get a ticket refund before half an hour into the movie. The beginning of the movie had the Columbia logo where there is a lady holding a torch. As I was walking towards the door, I thought "Why do I keep ending up right in the middle of situations? I must be dreaming."

Unlike the other lucid moments I've had, this realisation came on slowly, so I didn't wake up. All I did, because I was so happy, is rub my hands. It felt so real, but this time I knew it was still just a dream.

I proceeded to walk outside the cinema, rubbing my hands the whole time, as I was just about to change the scene...

Someone turned on the shower in the room next to me, waking me up.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

2:40 GMT

Selling grandma’s house
I’m at my grandma’s house with my mom. It is completely empty and I’m telling my mom how I never before noticed the place is actually nice, when it’s empty – no longer crammed with furniture, it let’s light in and has lots of space. We’re doing a last tour to all rooms just to check if everything is ok. A lady is coming to see the house and then I realise it is for sale. I find a paper on the wall, near the fax machine (didn’t know there was one...) and I take it, just when my mom is opening the door to the lady.

Walking through memories
Walking by the neighbourhood of my childhood’s best friend. It looks under construction as it was then in the past and not as it looks nowadays. An old colleague from school is walking with me and we’re both going through our memories. From the end of this neighbourhood we pass into the backs of our old school. I recall it was the place for kids to make out and we do find a couple there half hidden by the grass and we smile. He also recalls some guys who did drugs also met on this place but that I never saw. As we keep going we pass by some gardened area where we used to run through on our physical education classes. But there’s a lot of new trees making the path a bit more dark than it used to be. I see some figures going down that path and I feel curious and go after them. My colleague is left behind.

Golden Buddhas
At the end of this path I find a building, the door is half open and there are people standing there, people arriving and trying to go inside and I peak and see lots of people sitting there. I see monks and realise it’s a Buddhist group listening to some teachings from their guru. I don’t recognize him and it all seems a bit fishy to me, but I try not to judge before knowing them, so I also try to find a seat. But just when I’m about to sit, it ends and the teacher gets up and heads to the exit. People are bowing down at his passage and I sneak outside where there is a table with some Buddhist relics and sacred objects for people to admire. I just get in there when they are scolding a lady who tried to steal some object by hiding it on her coat. Then I go back to the garden and no longer it looks dark but instead it is very bright and I see many many big golden Buddhas statues. Some are floating in the air above our heads and I pass under one and touch the lotus flower on which a Buddha is sitting. I get an amazing feeling I can’t really describe, like I’m floating on air or dissolving into the air.

Japanese artist
Then I see some Japanese banners waving with the wind and go check it out. I meet a girl who paints canvas and banners with traditional Japanese paintings. She is selling her work on some corner enclosed by hedges. Her cheaper painting costs 20 EUR. I tell her I love her work but I have no money with me. Then we start talking and I notice she is Japanese-looking although she tells she never actually been to Japan. I tell her I did and she says “How lucky of you!” I ask why she never been there and she says it’s the land of her ancestors and she plans to go one day, but she is always travelling everywhere but there. She tells me she even travelled on a Japanese boat with a Japanese crew once for some reason, but never put a foot in Japan. Then she tells me (and I see it through her eyes) about her adventures on that boat. The crew was all men and one day she entered some room where they were doing some heavy work and could not leave and she caught one or two peeing to bottles, because they could not even go to the toilet. She was so embarrassed and the men were laughing at her and tell her to come in. After a few days she was already so adapted and relaxed she even took some provocative pictures like one in which she was doing fellatio to some phallic shaped pipe.

6:00 GMT

A chase and goths
Inside some house, on what seems to be the office room. I m looking through the window and I see a couple. I recognize Sandra but don’t know the guy. For some reason they are coming inside the house looking for me and I want to hide, so I run to the toilet and lock myself there. They are trying to break in, so I escape through a window and go to the rooftop and from there I jump to the middle of a street. The street is filled with boxes and bags with groceries and I decide to hide behind it and pick up some food – some bread, juice and so on – to take with me, because apparently I’m planning to go on a long trip. But they come at the window and they see me. I run and I hide on some large building, like an abandoned slaughterhouse. They keep chasing me and I have to climb through some ropes and a few more stunts to get to a second floor. Here I find some offices and hide in one, trying to lock the door behind me. But some group of Goths come inside to do something. One guy in the group wants to help me so he makes me lay down on some kind of hospital bed that they take outside. I’m covered by a sheet, but I am totally sure this won’t work so I jump out of it and decide to just run. The gothic guy help me escape through a window. Outside there are stands – some kind of fair – with gothic, anime and fetishist stuff. But not all the Goths are willing to help me and some I encounter actually try to grab me, so I fly up.

8:00 GMT

More lucid meditation
Something made me feel horny in my dream and I decided to wake up and trying to use it with my BF. I had before talked to him and joked about trying to do it. So I wake up in my bed, he is by my side and I start ... you know... calling him into action. He is so surprised and I’m explaining to him that I’m bringing the horniness from a dream I was having, when I notice that something is not quite right and I realise I’m still dreaming. Then I’m left with the decision to either enjoy the lucid dream or to wake up for real and try again what I was trying to do before. But I didn’t care so much for the horniness anymore and I decided to stay dreaming and do my “homework”.
I cross a wall hoping to cross to some other dream scenario that is a nice place to meditate and I find myself on some porch. There are some kids playing nearby but in general looks good, so I sit down and start doing my visualization and repeating a mantra. It’s all going pretty well, for maybe a minute. I’m struggling not to be distracted by the kids who are now just by my side, when a third kid comes from my left and pinches me. I try not to react, but he tickles me and starts to really hurt me. I guess my “feel no pain” training is not yet 100% working. I am about to resort to violence and send some energy blast to knock them down, but I decide not to give in to that violence – it would totally ruin my efforts to calm down the mind and they would win! So I fly away to the rooftop of a huge tower nearby and decide to sit there, but the vicious kid is still after me. He climbs some metallic ladders on the side of the building to reach me and I detach it from the wall and he falls down what seems to be 100 floors. Now I’m going to sit calmly, but the tower starts to shake and swing and I am about to fall from it. Can’t stay there and so I fly down to some other rooftop and cross another wall in search of a new scenario. I pass by two or three places – a nightscape, some place with stones on the ground, etc – until I find myself in a very comfy room with dim lights, a girl sitting on the floor and another sitting on a sofa, very quiet. I ask them if I can stay there and meditate and they say “Sure! Can we join you?” Fantastic! So I also sit on the sofa and I do once again my visualization and repeat my mantras. This time I think I manage to hold it for a few minutes. Then dream starts to fade but I hold on and continue on it, this time sitting on the floor. In front of me, leaning against the wall, is a big rectangular mirror and I decide to meditate looking at it. I see my reflection. I’m dressed in beige trousers and top but with lots of skin showing. I look a bit chubby, but not ridiculously. It doesn’t disturb me. I keep repeating my mantras, visualizing the Buddha in my heart centre, radiating light and all goes well for a few more minutes. I notice through the reflection on the mirror that more people are coming inside the room and sitting on the floor. I almost wake up again, but when the dream is strong again I am now turned to the centre of the room and see this dozens of people sitting on cushions. They are all looking towards a lady guru at the end of the room. But she doesn’t inspire me confidence. She has a table full of crystals and she says “So, today we have someone special among us!” They all look at me. Then she adds “Not that you are not all special, but you know what I mean!” I have now stopped my meditation and think about leaving this place to but at same time I am curious to see what she is going to say next. She is coming in my direction with some necklace made with lots of different coloured crystals and then I notice my BF just appeared by my side and he’s looking at me like “What is this BS?” I smile and tell him we should leave. Since we’re just against the wall, we cross it and we’re outside in some garden. It’s raining. The garden is lovely, but then I see two rows of dog shelters and decide to check it out. I thought I would find big guard dogs but instead I find tiny cute pedigreed dogs. They are chained to their shelters and the shelters don’t protect them from the rain, so they are all wet and looking miserable. I feel they are there for the entertainment of rich people who own this place, but their care is totally neglected. I mean, they have food and shitty shelter, but they are totally sad, lonely and scared. I start with first little one, cuddling him and doing some reiki and he shows so much love and thankfulness. I cry. I want to do it to all of them, but they are so many! I feel the dream fading and I wish that all animals who are going through similar suffering may always feel loved and happy, no matter what circumstances they are. Then when I’m about to drop out from the dream I have a vision of the caretaker caught in a moment of truth confessing that he beats up the dogs whenever he takes food to tem. I comment with my BF how hideous is that people like him are always getting these jobs.

9:00 GMT