lucid

I remember walking down a road with a few other DC's. We were armed and every location we encountered was abandoned (assuming due to a zombie virus). The locations were eerie and quiet. We went to an apartment complex or something and I found a weapon cache in a downstairs room. This is where the dream becomes much clearer for me, or I just remember more of it. I found a .308 rifle and a box of 8 round of ammunition. I start searching around for more but couldn't find any, I found a .308 spring though, and took that. There was an insane DC in the building screaming at us to get out of the building, and eventually we did. WE entered another building which actually turned out to be a bar with a full on party going on. There was a brief tangent where I saw some moron from one of those ghost hunting TV programs battling a ghost with a table leg (What?).
But then something happened, I was standing in a place which appeared close to the student lounge at my school. I don't remember exactly what caused it, but I found the situation and setting unbelievable and RC'd.

Sure enough, I realized it was a dream and became lucid.

I stopped what I was doing and let the dream around me adapt to my new awareness (As I read in one LD guide). I saw flash of silver, several of the DC's disappeared and the dream kind of collapsed but then restabilized around me. The room was less populated. To test out some of the influence I had on the world, I pictured a huge empty parking lot outside the room. I walked to a window, and sure enough, right outside was a huge parking lot with a storefront in the distance. I walked outside intending to use the open area to practice conjuring DC's or objects but something passed in front of my left eye, and I lost all dream vision from it. I tried closing both eyes, and reopening them with the explicit intention of bringing the parking lot back, but when I reopened my eyes, I thought I had woken up and lost lucidity.

The last part of the dream I remember (it was non-lucid) was from the perspective of a pirate captain or something. I met Death who I apparently had a friendship with, either that or he had no power over me. He was actually in the area 'on business' and briefly talked to me and gave me a high five when he left (The high five not killing me).

This is my first LD since joining DV.

Reality check: Just returned from SA where I met this cute guy who works under this tourism company and serves as my instructor in jet boating.
Dreamt of him just now.

Vividness: 9/10
Apparently I missed my flight back. Went to look for him at the place where I signed up for my jet boat activity because he came to me as a caring, quiet, shy guy. A little show-off but nonetheless, human nature.
My baggage was in the flight, so I'm left with my little backpack and a few thousand Rand, aka ZAR (currency). I remembered being very confused and lost and asked for a job at the same tourism company cos the first thing that crossed my mind was I needed the cash.

Wasn't hired at all. I was a minor. Because i knew him earlier, he said he would help me but giving me a little sum weekly if I could clear the mess in his apartment. He handed me his keys, his number, gave me the address and a few Rands and off I went. He rushed off to what he had left off earlier.
Studio apartment with brick walls, a brown rugged loveseat, king sized bed with a white and black marble bedpost. Standard hotel bathroom with a shower and a bathtub. The so-called living room where the loveseat stood was a little messy, the shelf beside it with books arranged untidily. The rest was okay. No beer bottles, chips, nothing.

Pretty tidy for a guy.

I started cleaning up, arranging the books. The fridge was skimpily stocked. But the kitchen looked homely to me. There were tins of biscuits and cereals in the cabinets above the stove. I called and asked if I could wear one of his big shirts cos obviously I didn't have my clothes with me. He said sure thing. I said thanks. "It's my pleasure." he replied. he had to have the last word.

I went to take a shower and noticed all the hair care products lining up against the wall on the sink. I can't remember specific brands but there were purple and orange ones. Looking at them I suddenly thought of his dirty blond hair and how it swayed with the breeze and flapped with the strong winds of the sea. I sang in the shower, relieved to have received help with someone I knew for 2 hours. Nevertheless he seemed harmless and decent enough.

He told me he knocks off at 8:45pm and would return by 9. I went into the showers at 6 plus. Near 7. He returned at early 7 o'clock. Of course, he had to take early leave to get dinner for me. What a burden. I forgot his shirt and walked out of his bathroom wrapped with a fluffy towel. He heard me singing apparently. He had takeaway in his hands and he was about to knock on my door. I mean, I have the first person, and third person view. So basically I can see myself and him interacting. And from the looks of me, I have a crush on him.

If not why would I dream of him in the first place?

He saw me. Gasps, and walks out with the takeaway meant for me. He wasn't speaking physically but he emits this "I need to take a breather" signal. So he stood at the doorway leaning against the railings. He came in later looking for his cigarettes which I hid. He DEFINITELY doesn't look like the type who smokes. Dirt green eyes speak of a bleak past but his dimples and sexy lips are gentle enough to revive a flower.
(There are no verbal communications at all. Just mind-reading.)

Where are my cigarettes?
I threw them away.
*awkward silence as his face flushed a little with a tinge of anger.
Don't touch my private things.
I'm sorry.. and reached out to retrieve the pack of cigarettes from behind the counter where I hid it.
I didn't throw them away at all. I just want you to quit smoking. It's a little nuisance of me...but I have uncles who died from smoking.

I remember biting my lips hard as I waited for his response.
It's okay. You're probably right. My sis wanted me to quit a long time ago.
With that, he threw them into the bin. I was caught off-guard by his sudden change of mind.
i ate as he observed me eating, but somehow it doesn't feel uncomfortable like it always does to me.
I know I am dreaming because I can feel the heat coming from my bed as I tossed and turned.
and besides, it's totally impossible for me to be there with him.

The next day I found a box of unused condoms which were expired. I smiled because this meant that he hasn't had sex in a very long time.

Suddenly a few weeks past, I know that because all of a sudden I am familiar with him. He said something about his past and gave me funds so that I could stock up his cabinets, fridge and whatever that needs to be stocked up. He was less shy and gave up smoking, and told me about his nightlife when i mentioned the expired condoms, with a burst of courage of course.

Turns out he wasn't the party type. (I saw a party bus in reality and this got infused into my dream) He met this girl in a party bus, which he didn't get on, and I'm surprised I didn't develop my dream further into how he met her. So the mystery remains there. I figured out she left the party bus and met him in the local bar. The un-wild type. The country type. She played along with him and he thought he really liked her. He had plans for her to move in with him. He saved and scrimped, but luckily those funds were not cheated away by her. He saw it then, how their futures clashed when her boyfriend surfaced into the picture.

After that episode several similar ones followed. He asked if I had a boyfriend. I laughed and replied, I'm only 16! We chuckled. (in which I recalled youtuber's Charlieissocoollike saying we can't 'chuckle darkly' infused in my dream.) I told him about how strict my mom is about dating and how she seemed to dislike all of my decent friends. And how she doubts people around her. Which is very true indeed in the real world. Suddenly my parents were out of the picture and I didn't develop the area which I was supposed to go to the airport to check for news of them any longer. Everything revolved around us now. I knew although the problem (returning me to my parents) has altered, it would come round again.

By now his friends knew something was going on with him. He came into work smiling and leaves early. The time in my dream seems to pass more quickly, and i know I am wakening soon so I try to prolong the dream but ended up fast forwarding to the major bits. He got invited to a party but I didn't go with him. At this point of time something tells me that we were together, already kissed, but I didn't dream of that part. Did visualise it in my dream though. Oh, and, we slept on the same bed because I was guilty of having him sleep on the couch which he falls off often. No physical touching or heavy petting of course.

Someone knocked on the door.
It was one of his friends.
Unlike him, his friend was suave in an evil way. Don't get me wrong, he's charming and cute, but not handsomely suave.

I didn't open up. Something tells me something was wrong. I waited for his return but accidentally fell asleep on the loveseat. He returned and I told him about it.

Strange. He said.
That's my friend who hosted the party.
(I didn't know how I knew that guy's name cos apparently I never asked and he never say. That part was undeveloped well)
Some part of me thought that that guy hosted the party to get him away from me.

Fast forward again. To the scene where he sat next to me in the plane back to Singapore. I don't know what the heck happened to his job and that guy, but I recall him signing an apartment lease. I remembered going through the customs, where I went through via the automated thumb print machine which my international passport had registered. So it was an easy job getting through. It's something I've always been proud of in the real world. My international identity and those speedy thumbprint machines that only my country has. Which made me feel so welcomed and professional. I recalled laughing at him as he waited in the queue, a little grumbly in an animated way.

I met my parents. My parents remembered him. My mom doesn't like him.
I told them he was with me and we like each other. My mom looked angry. My dad looked okay. He's always friendly. I'm hoping he would approve of our relationship. My mom didn't seem to be convinced. I was maddening impatient by then because it felt like I've spent hours in the arrival hall convincing them when finally I blew my top and lied that I've slept with him.

My dad, the friendly one turned hostile. He didn't yell. Something radiated from my dad.
A choice. He wanted me to choose between him or my parents.

I woke up because I didn't dare to face my own answer. And something in me that knew that woke me up.

04.12.2010

Floppy Neck (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was about to reply to some of my adoptees' PMs on Dreamviews, but I thought I'd get inspired to reply with something more interesting if I had a WILD first. I was quite sleepy, and feeling the effects of a severe hangover. I predicted a WILD would definitely be on the cards. Before getting back into bed I turned on a lamp in the corner of the room to provide a little light. It's annoying to have a false awakening into a pitch black room- and I hoped having a light on in the real world would affect my dreams.

For a long time I lay on my back, to try and relax. Nothing much happened. After shifting position a few times, I thought I could hear someone talking. It sounded like a radio show. I listened carefully and made it louder. It turned into a roaring vibration coming from the sides of my forehead, then stopped.

The next thing I knew, I was playing Halo. I assumed this was brought on by looking at the new map pack before going back to bed. Although for some reason I was playing Halo 1. The graphics weren't great. I was inside some kind of blue-tinted warehouse, and some maniac was flying around on a ghost. I stuck it with a plasma grenade and jumped out of the way before he splattered me. I considered taking the ghost (which wasn't completely destroyed) for a spin, but I felt myself starting to wake up.

I was back in bed, unsure of whether or not I was awake. The lamp was on. As a kind of anchor, I tried to continue playing Halo with a controller I found in my hands. I kept my eyes closed, so I could still see the game I was playing, and used the "controller" to keep moving around.

I didn't think I could sustain the dream this way, so I gave up and opened my eyes. I thought I had woken up and was disappointed. Just to be sure, I looked at my hand as a reality-check. It was missing. I dropped my arm in disbelief. Getting out of bed was a challenge. My neck muscles didn't seem to work, and my head just flopped back on my shoulders. I momentarily fixed it by pulling my head forward by the jaw, but then I was stuck looking at the floor.

Suddenly I was back in bed. There was someone in the room with me. It turned out to be the dude who lives across the hall. I held out my arm and he helped me up.
"What are you doing here anyway?" he asked.
"Dreaming," I replied. "This isn't real." I knew this dream wasn't very stable, so I abandoned any ambitious goals I may have had. Instead, I stumbled into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. For some reason, I could only see my reflection in the mirror when I looked at it from an angle. There was no reflection at all when I looked straight-on. Unlike real life, I was clean-shaven, and my hair was quite neat.

After another false awakening, I found myself in a supermarket, looking at some kind of media device. It was quite like an ipod, but was more square than my ipod touch. I scrolled through various music tracks, and found myself drawn to one piece: "In the Hall of the Mountain King". Downloaded when I woke up, a good choice. It wouldn't play in the dream though.

DJ Log: November 30, 2010 – Evening, 8:30PM-11:00PM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

(Note: I went to bed early after a nasty migraine struck me. After another dry spell, I had a lucid with fairly good recall. My doctor put me on Procardia XL a few weeks back, and my body is taking some time to adjust to it. I've had quite a few good dreams lately, but no recall at all.)

I am standing in a large, open industrial building with several other floors above and below me. The air smells musty, and the space is dimly lit. As I'm looking at my surroundings, one of the overhead lights shorts out and drops sparks all over the floor in front of me. I jump back and fall through the wall behind me, then into a completely different room. Standing back up and looking around reveals that I am in an office that has no door back into the industrial space. I become lucid at this time. I look back at the wall and say, “This is the only way back into there.” I take a couple of steps backward and run into the wall at full speed. I pass right through the wall with no resistance. While passing through the wall, my vision is all choppy and jittery, a lot like using the “idspispopd” cheat code in the old Doom game.

I am in the industrial space again, and now there is a car sitting in the middle of the room. The car is an import with dark tinted windows and a spoiler on the trunk. The color changed from jet black to a iridescent blue as I walked toward it. I get in the car and the engine starts without even turning the key. There are 8 pedals on the floor, so I begin to press on them. None of them would make the car go, so I grab the shifter and shove it into a gear. The car starts to move forward and speeds up when I shift to the next gear. I found one of the pedals that speeds things up, so a combination of pressing that pedal to the floor and shifting makes the car go much faster.

I drive the car through the building and out through the wall, landing on the rooftop of another building. I shift several times and the car rapidly accelerates, jumping off the edge of the roof. After flying through the air for a brief moment, I enter another building through the wall which looks like a large hotel. I blast through a couple of rooms and right out the other side of the building. I jump from roof to roof and saw a cop sitting on one of the rooftops. He gets me with the radar gun and turns his lights on. I know there is no way he is going to get me, so I start shifting faster and fly off the roof. I get into another building through the window, then end up in an elevator shaft. I shift a couple of times and rocket straight out through the roof of the penthouse. I am able to level out and fly over the city for a bit. After flying for a bit, the car starts falling back to the ground. The ground is getting closer and closer. Pressing the pedals and shifting does nothing but rev up the engine. The car started to nose-dive toward the ground and I could not change the direction or stop it. I woke up just before hitting the ground.

Lucidity: 8/10
Vividness: 9/10
Length: 10 Min.

I was playing with a broken fosset and I noticed an omitrix on my arm. I realized that it was weird and knew I was dreaming. So I finally got it to shut off and went upstairs. I saw some cubs and tried to turn into one of them. It didn't work. Then I was trying to fly in a large field. I tried times and times again and kept falling. It was very vivid, the shadows were superb. Then these two assholes said something about doing certain things in MY lucid dream that I shouldn't have done. Then they started to sing. It was very annoying. So I saw a little white dot in the sky and made it crash into those assholes. Nothing happened, then I saw this lady that was hot and I took some thing and shot some white stuff all over her. She smiled at me so I took my dick out and tried to have sex. Then I woke up. I know that earlier in this lucid dream I did officially have sex but I can't remember when.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had an okay dreamnight. Got a lucid and I managed to stay in the dream even though it faded, which is something I haven't been able to do before! Even though the dream was long, and complex, it was filled with holes when I woke up...

11.30: Bedtime

05.15: Fragment
*I'm running down a mountainside towards a lake. My sisters and brothers have each caught some kind of fish, and I want one too. I spot a red lobster at the edge of the water, and I head for it.

05.15: 40 minutes WBTB

07.10: Weird Lucid MILD
I'm with Felix and G in his appartment, only it doesn't look anything like it. A few people are wandering around, most likely going home after a party we've just had. I have no clothes on, and I have to take a piss. I get up and cover myself up with one hand. I open the bathroom and two girls scream when I try to enter. I walk into the kitchen instead. After a while I'm on the couch again, trying to put on some underwear. A few people at the door is looking at me, smiling. I notice that my balls is showing and I laugh and tuck them in.

Dream skips. I'm walking towards a road, going away from the party. I spot an excavator and I walk up to it. There's no one inside and it's moving around on its own. Suddenly it tries to get to me, and I have to jump around to avoid getting crushed. "Wait! What is going on?!" I yell. I notice my co-worker Niclas standing a few meters away with a remote. The machine starts moving faster and I jump up on the arm and hold on for dear life. Just as it starts squeezing me over the stomach.

I realise I'm dreaming. I climb up to the top of the excavator's arm and sit down at a table there. I start writing down my dreams for some reason. I can hear a loud thud coming from an eerie looking building on the other side of the road. Every other second or so. I jump down and take a look at my hand. It looks like all of my fingers have melted together a bit. "I should find something to blow up" I think, but the light is fading fast. I realise I have to stabilize the dream and create light first.

I try to scream the word "Light!" by it ends up being a thought in my head instead. I guess I was too close to waking up. I realise I have to root myself fast. I throw myself down on the ground and starts touching the asphalt. The light is now completely gone, but I refuse to wake up. I keep on feeling the asphalt and concentrating as hard as I can on my sense of touch. To my amazement, I don't start to feel my body. Suddenly I can feel two walls, like I'm in a corner. My sight returns to me and I realise I'm in my bed.

Once again I'm closest to the wall, and I can see small lights in the room which I recognise as the refrigerator and other stuff. I take a look at my hand to make sure I'm still dreaming, and I spot 7-8 fingers. I get up. And wake up.


11.15: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 10 hours

Supplements before bed: 2 x Omega-3, Calea Tea - 2 tablespoons at WBTB

That's it! Atleast I got lucid. And now when I've succeeded in staying in my dream even though it fades, it should be easier in the future. I didn't recall much more than that dream, but I think I had another short lucid. But I forgot to write it down. If nothing happens tonight, I will do a WBTB again tomorrow, trying out G+C for the second time.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I have to say I had this dream when I was 5 years old.
I shall try my best to describe the dream.

I was riding in a car to I guess a shopping center or something. I believe I was walking around with my siblings, parents and one of my uncles. I remember feel tired. And after a lot of walking we were eating dinner somewhere.
And my uncle ended up showing me a magic trick and it was him pulling his finger off and I saw the finger physically separated from the knuckle and reattaching it. (and trying to look where the finger would attach back on either the finger or the hand showed a weird greenish effect that resembled television static)
He ended up showing me how to do it and I was doing it in the dream.

And that is all I can remember of the dream at this point.
I am assuming it was a lucid dream cause I remember pulling on my finger so many times when I was around that age and expecting it to separate and have the weird effect.

Real life Dream Lucid Nightmare Dream sign
For me to remember, dreams are #067300, and lucid dreams are the color below blue, #4169e1. Nightmares are dark red, #8b0000, and dream signs are the light purple, which is up one and left one from blue, #483d8b.

Yay! My first lucid dream where I actually did something. This was the last dream of the night, and it was VERY long. I don't remember all of it, and I might not remember everything in the right order.

Harry Potter dream
I am Harry Potter, and I am in the Harry Potter universe. Over half of the dream happens, then I start remembering stuff.

I go up an elevator into some secret base. The lights are dark. Someone's giving me a tour of the place. There's all sorts of technology in rooms with walls made of red chain link fence. There were some other people there. He showed me the rooms. Then he pointed to a Tesla coil inside one of the rooms. Later, we get into a conversation about who can enter and exit the complex. I asked if Malfoy could enter. He said no.
NOTE: Spoiler ahead, select the proceeding text so that it's visible only if you've already read the 7th Harry Potter book: (Or if you don't care)


I argued. "Why can't he? He's actually good! He was horrified when Dumbledore died, and never wanted to kill anybody! At the end of the Battle of Hogwarts he switched sides!" The tour guide was adamant. I couldn't convince him.


Dreamskip.

Me and a group of people ran to some room. The entrance was a small wooden door frame at an angle, with a shield sort of thing instead of a door. It looked like a film of rippling cyan water, but you could put your hand through it like air. You could see through it. The room was filled with cameras. We needed to put something (A shoe? Not sure.) inside it. I ran through the shield and stepped down a small staircase of cameras, threw the object inside the room, and climbed back up. I wondered if the cameras could see me.

Dreamskip.

We all apparated away. I don't remember apparating, but I know that's how we all got where we were. We were at a group of four picnic tables in a 2x2 grid, on the roof of some tower, thousands of feet in the air. There were no fences on the edges to keep us from falling off, but none of us were concerned about it. Everyone apparated in with black ponchos on (in the dream, everyone had to wear those to aparate) and then took them off. Then we all started eating food.

I waited a while, and asked someone, "Aren't we supposed to be fighting Voldemort?". He just kept eating. I stood up between two tables, with either foot on the benches of the two tables, and said to everyone, "Why are we eating? We need to keep fighting Voldemort!", No one replied.

Dreamskip.

I was shopping somewhere with my Dad. I heard lots of people saying "Oh my gosh, it's Harry Potter!" and stuff. I dropped something we bought. It was a foot and a half wide red ball. I chased it through three shops. After the second, someone picked it up and tossed it somewhere else. After the third shop I finally got it.

We entered a shop to buy something. The walls were green. I suddenly had the thought that maybe I was dreaming. Out of curiosity I tried to hand whistle (which I can do very well in real life) and it failed. I felt air blow up I pant legs. Yeah, I'm probably dreaming. I tried looking at my hands, because apparently hands look weird in dreams, and... whoah! I had four fingers on one hand, one of them floating in mid-air, and three tiny fingers on the other, with no thumbs at all! I am so totally dreaming. What should I do? Fly? (I forgot to do the increase-clarity follow-through) I tried to fly. Instead, I jumped over ten feet into the air and slowly fell back down. I said "Look, Dad!", but he ignored me and continued focusing his attention on the store clerk. I kept hopping and looked around. I looked at all the corners and walls of my surroundings. I was amazed at how the mind can paint such realism, yet it's so difficult to put it on paper. My dream started to fall apart. I unfortunately realized I was dreaming near the end of my REM cycle, so I didn't have much time to play.

I'm glad I finally had a lucid dream that lasted. I had decent control for a beginner. I heard some people couldn't hop very high at all on their first try.

Non-lucid Lucid Side notes

I went to bed at 2:00 am and woke up at 7:30 am to attempt a WILD. It didn't work, but I had a very entertaining lucid dream as a result.

I am in a hotel room with three guys my age and some random old lady. One of the guys is really nerdy and is annoying the living daylights out of everybody. This hotel room has bunk beds and I am chilling on one of the top bunks. We want to go outside of the hotel and are all talking about where exactly we want to go. We can't decide on anything, and then from out of the blue, the nerdy guy says, "Polka Town!" and slaps his knees repeatedly. I am beginning to wonder if he has a mental disorder. All the other dream characters somehow think that going to this "Polka town" would be a good idea. So they go over to the window that overlooks an empty green field, and one by one jump out of the window. Our hotel room is on the third floor so I am very shocked, but then I come to the conclusion that this is a dream and I become lucid.

I jump out the window as well and fly with them over the empty field for a bit. We land in some Victorian-style town and everything somehow becomes animated. All the towns people are ambling around and playing accordians. None of them are good at playing, so all of them combined sounds like a jumbled mess. When they see us, they go berserk and start to chase us. They are filled with a rage virus like in 28 Days Later that makes them want to eat brains and play crappy polka. We sprint away from them, and at this point there are about five other normal people with us who are running away from the bloodthirsty polka folks. One guy has a club, so he stops momentarily to get a good swing at a towns person. He clubs this person in the head, but three or four other towns people quickly descend on him. An attractive black lady who is running with us from the towns people also stops running for some reason. Her husband, who has the rage virus, runs towards her and is about to eat her brains. However, he changes his mind suddenly because he recognizes his wife, drops his accordion, becomes normal again, and tells his wife that he missed her. We decide that we've had enough of polka town (no country hospitality whatsoever) and fly up into the air again. We fly back through the window and into our hotel room again.

I remind myself that I am still dreaming. I look at the walls of the hotel room and there are large grey numbers everywhere. Even though we were almost ripped apart by crazy polka folks, everyone is thanking the nerdy guy for his recommendation. I say it actually wasn't too great and he punches me in the arm. The nerdy gives jolly ranchers to everybody, but gives me a yellow flower. He says its a powerful and dangerous drug that I shouldn't try (not sure why he gave it to me then). I pop it in my mouth and eat it up because I'm not afraid of the effects since its a dream. It tastes very bitter and very sour at the same time. A warm sensation rushes through my body, and everything suddenly becomes much brighter. I look out the window and see that there is a big snow storm (which is a hallucination because it was nice and sunny before I ate the drug). I am majorly trippin' and am laughing like a crazy person. I look at the dream characters and see that they have freakin' chimpanzee faces. I say to them, "heh heh heh... You guys have monkey faces... heh heh".

I walk through the door and out into the hallway to explore the dream level a bit. The effects of the drug wear out when I'm halfway down the hallway. I remember my dream goal to enter another world via a door portal. I walk up to a hotel room door, imagine the planet Pandora from Avatar on the other side and open the door. To my disappointment, it is only a bedroom with dark blue walls and lots of lava lamps. I walk inside, go up to the window, look out of it and see a large expanse of jungle. I get excited and leap out of the window. I fly over the jungle and want to land on the ground and have an adventure. I can't enter it however, because the landscape gets all hazy and two-dimensional. I am afraid that I'll wake up so I fly back into the hotel.

I decide that I want to have sex with a hot girl so I start looking for women. I see an open door to a hotel room, so I walk into the room but there's only some fat chick playing a keyboard. I am awkwardly silent for five seconds, say hi to her, and walk away. I walk down another hallway and it leads me into a mall. There are restaurants and clothing stores and such, and I see lots of beautiful women in bikinis walking around in a clothing store on my left. I walk in to the store, approach a tall blonde woman, and ask her if she wants to have sex with me. She is repulsed and tells me to screw off. I see another woman who is tan, brunette and much more beautiful than the one who rejected me. I walk up to her try a different tactic by whooing her. She likes me so she says "bite me". I grab her behind and before we do anything I wake up.

I find myself at this brothel thats like a strip club, casino, and arcade all rolled into one. I see Red playing some dice game, and theres money laid out everywhere. I started thinking about this place and realize this is only my second time I've been to this place. The first time I was here, it was also a dream. All of a sudden everyone started leaving outside, and I headed with them. Some guy in a football jersey was asking me if I wanted to leave with one group or stay with his....I told him his.

It was night time outside, and I noticed S was in the group. She was wearing some vinyl shirt that was mostly see through. She lifted up her shirt and showed her tits to all of us. She was bragging about how she just had them done. When I looked again, there were scar marks and the stitches were still visible. Her right breast was pointing in the wrong direction and she said it'll look better once everything heals up. Just when she said that, one of her nipples fell off.

I knew I was dreaming after that and someone started talking about this storm. We all rounded the corner and there was these black clouds moving in. It started getting really windy, and there was thunder, and the clouds were emitting a prism of colours near it that were in sync with the thunder. I looked down the road and saw several people fly up in the air from the wind. I couldn't help but marvel at it all for a second, and just then S jumped into my arms and wanted me to save her.

The crowd of people had mostly all but scattered by now, and I decided to just go to the second story of this building to get a better view. I moon jumped up, and almost made it on the balcony, and caught the ledge with one arm. I told her to climb up before I fall, and she was still wrapped up on me, so I threw her up there and climbed up. There were lawn chairs set up with tacky green carpeting. I turned back around and waited for the storm to approach but I woke up.

Worst wild Ever
I wake up in my room, I started stabilizing, and I headed to the door, and woke up.

Worst DILD ever
I'm sitting at my computer, and I look around and just know that I'm dreaming. I head to the other part of the living room and it feels like I have to pee. All of a sudden theres a toilet there. I wake up.

Frag
I remember being outside and some girl was rubbing on me, and I remember trying to kick some electronic device after tossing it in the air. I kept missing and some guy was laughing at me. He said "by the looks of it, I think this is Spoons old ______". I couldn't figure out who the hell was Spoon


I had some vivid HI about these faces I could see...they were looking at me like I was lying down. I also had something else where I saw some old man and there was all of this yellow surrounding him, like he got engulfed by it. And then I saw the profile of some womans face from just below her eyes down to her chin. She was wearing pink lipstick and suddenly started drinking something from a straw.

In which I'm working at my old job...

I'm back at the job that I quit in September. I'm sitting behind a computer in E's classroom reading a non-work related blog. The students are coming in, and E says that I need to walk around and assist them with their work. I feel a little guilty that I had to be redirected. I know better than to waste time at work like that. But when I get up to help the kids, I remember the conflict I had with them and I'm embarrassed to be around them. I start to think about how much I hate the job, and I remember that I've already quit. I ask E why I'm there, and she tells me that I'm dreaming. I become lucid and decide that if I'm dreaming, I can just leave and go somewhere else. But when I walk out the door of the classroom, the dream ends.

In which my uncle and I carve up a dead cow...

I'm at my grandmother's house and my uncle and I are in the kitchen carving up a dead cow for dinner. It's really messy and we are wearing butcher's clothes, including the long, heavy black plastic apron.

In which there is a ghost in my great-grandmother's house...

I'm at my great-grandmother's house, though in the dream she is already dead. I'm in her living room sleeping on the couch, and my uncle is in the armchair nearby, reading. (I think this dream is a continuation of the previous one about the cow carcass though we are at my great-grandmother's house and not my grandma's.) My brother comes into the living room and wakes me up. He tells us that there is a ghost in the back of the house.

We go to the back bedroom which used to be my great-grandmother's bedroom. My brother and uncle ask me if I remember a ghost ever haunting the house before. They want my opinion on the matter because when I was a child, they tell me, I was a spirit-medium and frequently communicated with ghosts. (This is not true in real life, by the way, but in the dream I accepted it as true.) I told them that I did sense a presence of a hostile male ghost.

The bed is pushed up against the middle of the wall of the square room. The wall containing the door to the hall is on the left of the bed. The wall containing two windows facing the street is on the right. The wall containing the closet door is directly in front of the bed, and my great-grandfather's hospital bed is in front of it. On the closet door are stickers of drumming soldiers, partially faded with time. The way the room is set up is accurate to real life, but the stickers are actually in the guest room in real life- not in my great- grandmother's bedroom. I point them out to my uncle and brother.

"Those stickers shouldn't be here," I tell them. "They belong in the front bedroom." We go into the front bedroom to see if the stickers are where they should be, but they are not. I explain that I have only recently found out that our elder uncle B did not put the stickers there. They were there when our great-grandmother bought the house and belonged to the boy who lived here before. I told them that I think that boy's ghost is haunting the house.

They ask me if I think it could be the ghost of either of our great-grandparents, both of whom died in that house. I tell them that this is not possible because they are at peace, not wandering the earth like ghosts. I tell them that I remember feeling the ghost's presence before. That boy is now an angry young man. I explain that this is why my great-grandmother's secret bathroom has been locked up for years. He killed himself in there.

My uncle and my brother seem surprised that I know about a secret bathroom. They ask where it is, and I show them a panel on the wall which can be removed to reveal a door. We open the door and find a tiny little bathroom, so small that a large person could not fit inside. It's a scary place, and we immediately close the door and replace the panel.

Afterwards, I walk over to the two windows and turn the blinds up so that people outside cannot see in. I explain that this will prevent the ghost from entering the house again. Then I notice that there are American flags hung up on the wall between the windows. The flags are mirror image to the way they should be.

"I guess Grandmother couldn't tell that they were backwards," my uncle explains.

me and my brother were going to take over this guys pet shop who was retiring. its a real shop yet in the dream was bigger and packed with all sorts of weird things (sharks, parrots major dream signs). i was walking around town and didnt care i was in a dressing gown and bare feet. i became lucid because of this. i went home by running at an incredible speed then jumping and running through the air along parkway road. i lost a bit of lucidity when my brother failed to make a tight turn on his bike and crashed into some railings. i got home and found jane hall in the shower

Okay so i got on earlier and i decided id post this dream too.
It was a WILD so i entered in the jungle, and heres this lepord and it jumps from this tree like thing idk man.
and it starts talking to me saying i had to be one with the pack and right about now i was going WTH? and then it hit me like a train, I turned into a lepord... IT WAS AMAZING!!!! I felt like i had paws! my heart rate felt slower and i was relly warm... oh boy did it feel great and then a monkey just jumps from a tree and lands on the ground, and i was thinking, Eh im a lepord why not? so i run over there and snap this monkeys neck and the ghost of it flys to heaven. so i sink my teeth into this monkey, and it tasted like lobster, i swear to god it did.
next thing i know dream fades im human again... so the rest of my dream is just me having some fun and i started flying around new york city trying all the cool things ive seen people try to do
so far i got this done in one dream:
Flew, transformed, eat something, jumped off a skyscraper, and went to the moon...

When i went to the moon it was relly weird i saw this guy, he was tall relly tall and i didnt get a good look at him...

in brief... 5 am hubby leaves for work i saw and spoke to him before he left. 6am i am laying in bed half sleep and what i mean by half sleep (my mind was awake but my body won't move) then my mind is tells me 3 times "get up and smoke" which was odd bcuz that never happened before but i continued to lay in bed then i hear a voice asking "do you mind if i lay with you?" still half asleep i moaned mm hmm (yes) then my mind said theirs no one here my son is asleep and hubby went to work. i then try to say no no but i could not open my mouth i could not speak so i moaned mmm mm (no) by this time my mind is trying to wake up my body but it wouldn't move like i was stuck still when i tried to turn my head it felt like my head was being held down finally i forced my body awake (it feels like breaking free from being confined) i turned over and in front of my window inside my apt were eyes it looked like a mask like the ones they wear in mardi gras (not spelled right) orange with yellow. i looked i did not believe what i was seeing so i closed my eyes swished my eyeballs around i thought my vision was a little blurred but when i opened my eyes it was still there (mind you i am fully awake now)i see no body only what appeared to be a mask. i throw the blanket up at what i was seeing and when the blanket came back down it was gone. this is the second time this has happened to me the last time i was a teenager and that time it was the same scene i was laying in bed and i heard a voice whisper my name i could feel the warmth of the breathe on my ear and i answered with hmm. then realized their was no one in the room with me i forced my body awake. if anyone has any helpful thoughts on what occurred plz feel free my co-workers said their is a spirit here and the one thing i should have done but didn't do when i moved here 4 months was get the apartment blessed.