lucid

As I enter my WILD, I find myself in a prison cell. There is nothing of special note about the place, it looks like a typical dungeon prison cell from some kind of a medieval or RPG world or something like that. I look at the door, it is locked securely from the outside, so there is no way I can open it up. I wonder how I am supposed to get out of there. I am messing around and I realize I am dressed as an Assassin, so I check and find my hidden blade is present. I have no other weapons. I wait for a bit, listening by the door, and finally I hear someone out there. I pound on the door, demanding someone come in there immediately, I figure it doesn't matter who it is. If it's a friend, I'll be glad to see them. If it's an enemy, they'll be sorry they met me. I wait a bit more and then there are keys in the door, it opens. A thug comes inside, it is pretty clear he is a thug, and he definitely doesn't look friendly. He pulls out a knife and says if I don't shut up he'll give me something to scream about. I say he wouldn't dare, he's alone. No one there to save him. He says he could handle me well enough, since I don't even have any weapons. I laugh to myself as he says that and tell him to prove it. He comes towards me, and I activate my hidden blade right as he arrives. He has a shocked look on his face as he is stabbed, he collapses to the ground and dies.

I don't have to look much to find the keys he had used to get into my cell, I take them since I am not sure if I might need them on my way out. I put my hidden blade away and peek out the door of my cell, there are surely more guards around there. There is one guard walking away from my cell on patrol. He turns around the corner and disappears, so I look quickly around one more time and head in his direction. I peek around the corner and see he is coming in my direction, patrolling back, so I lie in wait and greet him with a hidden blade to the gut… he dies. I make my way through the passages silently, though I am not sure when someone will find the bodies I am leaving in my wake. There is a locked door at the end of the hall, one of my keys fits it. I open it up just a crack and look in there to see there are some things on the table in the room as well as three guards. But that's ok… one of those things on the table is my sword! One of the guards is right next to the door… perfect… When I feel ready, I open the door quickly, slamming it into the guard by the door, vaulting over him as he is falling down to imbed my hidden blade in the throat of the guard across the table… that move must have looked pretty cool… I grab my sword from the table and run it through the third guard, cutting the one I knocked over as I spin back. There are now three dead guards in the room and I have my sword.

There are other items there, as well. I see a staff of some kind which I pick up, a strange book of some kind, and a small bag of something I don't take the time to examine. I pick up everything, I don't know who it belongs to, but I am certain it doesn't belong to these idiots here… I leave the room into an open area, a courtyard of some kind. I look around before completely entering the courtyard. There are several places to hide in the courtyard, and I think I can make it to the far gate without being seen. So I start making my way across, going from one area of cover to the next, using the night to cover my movements. I reach a spot about half way to the exit when I hear something, it sounds like an angry animal. I look around and see there is a wolf… or some kind of wolf animal, looks very large even for a wolf, and very pissed off. The assholes who had me locked up have the animal chained up on some rather short chains. I decide that is unacceptable, so I will release the wolf before leaving the compound. I'm not going to leave anyone chained up here.

I quietly go over to where the animal is chained, and it lunges in my direction. I wonder if the wolf will be able to understand what I'm there to do or if it will think I'm one of the enemies. I try to calm the wolf down, I tell the wolf that I am there to help, I will get those chains off, just don't attack me. The wolf does seem to understand that, so I go over there and unlock one of the chains that is holding the wolf. The wolf doesn't wait any longer for me to unlock the second chain, rather it pulls the second chain hard and breaks it before heading off across the courtyard. The wolf is making a lot of noise and commotion, which gets the attention of practically every guard in the place. The guards first look shocked that the wolf is free, then they look terrified of that, then they look dead after they get torn apart by teeth and claws… I watch the carnage for a bit until the wolf gets to a point where I won't be able to see it any more. The wolf looks back at me, I'd swear it shot a knowing nod off in my direction, then is gone from sight. The sounds of more carnage come from that direction. Now that there is no more benefit from secrecy, I take out my sword and take the direct route out the nearest exit and into the forest, cutting through three guards as I go.

I am hidden in the forest, I sit down to rest for a couple minutes. I am wondering if the wolf sure got out safely. I didn't see that it would be a problem considering what had happened to the guards I saw get torn apart. I am sitting there when I hear a sound from farther away in the forest. I hear something that sounds like growling, a couple sounds like a yelp, some growling that sounds suspiciously close to expletives, and finally a thud. Wtf? I wonder if something happened… I follow the sounds for a bit, making my way through the forest until I woke up.

Had a lucid dream when sleeping over at a friends house

Unfortunately i dont remember the dream i was having before i cam lucid :/.

I was in some kind of adventure then was in a room with friends? i remember saying (i think i did a reality check) holy shit im dreaming!.
I then started to get really excited but remembered to calm down unfortunately i didnt stabilize the dream and i thought to myself i want to fly but all i could see was colors flashing then i woke up.

2 dreams about talking to L on msn

DILD about trying to run to California. I think I got in a fight too....had some bad recall on that.

Dream about stopping a guy from killing another guy in a knife fight. I didn't even kill the guy...I was pretty proud of myself.

Im not sure if it was a lucid dream, but I remember being in my living room and asking the dream itself for something to happen.

DJ Log: November 6, 2010 – Morning, 8:30AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

#1. Lack of recall (fragment)
I remember having a very vivid, but short dream. There was plenty of out-of-control flying and crashing through trees and other things, but I don't recall very much of this one at all.

#2. Goodbye annoying DC!!!
(Note: This one was quite interesting, as I had several false awakenings that all landed me back into my bed with my hat in the exact position that I went to sleep with. Sometimes, when it's cold I'll sleep with a knit hat on instead of turning up the heat. During the dream, I clearly recognized that I completed one of my short-term dream goals, but failed to realize that I had also completed the basic task of the month. It's quite possible that flying into something in the previous dream lead me to this scene.)

I get up out of bed and push my hat up and out of my eyes. Realizing that I went to sleep with a hat on, I wonder if I am really awake or not. I walk into my living room to find a large mirror on the floor. Thinking that this is somewhat strange, I lift the mirror and lean it against the table. Upon not being able to see my reflection in the mirror, I became lucid. I began to move around, trying to align my reflection in the mirror with no success. A DC is standing behind me, asking me if I was dreaming, over and over and over again. I think about trying to put my hand through the mirror, but am quite distracted by my DC. Becoming quite annoyed at the DC, I turn around to tell him to shut up. The moment I turn, he looks away from me. I wave my hand in the air, as if I was waving goodbye and the DC begins to melt into a puddle on the floor. I yell at the melting DC, “Thank you for melting into nothing, you annoying mother-f***er. You just aided me in completing one of my short-term dream goals.” The DC stares at me with a frightened expression while he melts away into a smoldering puddle on the floor. I am already lucid at this point, but I decide to try an RC that has never worked for me before, pushing my finger through my hand. It is a difficult decision to choose which finger I wanted to try, as there are at least 8 fingers on my right hand and only 3 on my left. While looking at my right hand, all of my fingers fall off of my left hand and land on the floor. I finally jab the first finger on my right hand into my left palm. There is a bit of resistance at first, but I am able to push it through. I want to see if I can see the finger coming out the other side, so I turn my hand over. While turning my hand over, I hear a loud noise that sounds like a loud burst of static from a 2-way radio. I immediately false-awakened and found myself back in my bed with my hat pulled over my eyes.

Realizing that I am still lucid, I quickly get out of bed and push my hat up from over my eyes. While pushing my hat up, I count 7 fingers on each hand and no thumbs. I walk into my living room again and see that the large mirror is now hanging on the wall. There is a DC standing just to the left of me. After glaring at the DC for a moment, I walk over to the mirror and stare into it. I can see my reflection, but it is very fuzzy and distorted. I lean a bit closer to the mirror and put my hands on the surface. The surface felt solid at first, but gave way after a brief moment. My hands, then arms pass into the glass, then I completely fall into the mirror. While falling through the mirror, I heard a loud pop sound. I false-awaken into my bed again with my hat pulled over my eyes.

I reach up and push my hat from over my eyes, while counting at least 7 fingers on each hand. I try to get out of bed, but realize that my legs are paralyzed. I am fairly certain that the SP from my real body is penetrating into my dream. There are no walls or ceiling in my bedroom, as I can see the dark sky in all directions. I try to stabilize the dream by spinning. The whole room begins to spin and I start to feel nauseous. After trying to stabilize for a while, I attempt to move again. Suddenly, the ambient light in my bedroom changes from dark to relatively bright, as the sunlight from outside was starting to shine in the windows. As soon as the light changes, I am able to move freely and count 4 fingers and a thumb on each hand. I try the nose RC and am sure that I am awake for real. I sit down at my PC to write this journal entry, and RC a couple more times to make sure I'm really awake.

Lucidity: 6/10
Vividness: 7/10
Length: ~5 Min.

I was in my bed and got up. My dad said that we were going some where. So we were in our car and I thought that I might be in a dream. I thought "but it feels so real" and stuff like that . Then I tried to lift a rock using Earthbending and it worked. So I jumped out of the car. I walked to a playground and someone said that something wasn't working. So I just did what ever too it and said that works now. And it worked. Then I looked up and saw Keona. I was like "wow I still remember what she looks like." So I ran over there to try to fuck her. She was getting uglier by the second. Then I found out she turned into a guy and was like "fuck, that sucks." And I woke up.

Lucidity: 7/10
Vividness: 7/10
Length: ~8 Min.

So I woke up and successfully did a DEILD. I appeared on another ledge. I immediately jumped off and tried to do a front flip but failed. I landed on a smaller ledge this time. And this time when I jumped off I wanted it to continue forever. But it didn't. So I was in an alleyway and walked out of it. I talked to some stupid dream characters and saw Allissa Makendric. She was very hot. I love her ass. So I decided to try to fuck her. I quickly got to work. But then I had a false awakening. See "Lucid Dream #23" for part 3.

Lucidity: 8/10
Vividness: 6/10
Length: ~6 Min.

I was in a school playing with some kids. I realized that I was dreaming and started messing around with Earthbending. Then some people put some metal BB sized balls on my stuff. I wen't through the metal detector with my stuff and didn't get caught. Then the dream changed.

I was in a courtyard. Setting up targets. They were small and on the ground. I used my Earthbending powers to pick the rock up and shoot it at the target. It was right in front of me. I made a little sound effect too. So Maddie wanted to try it too. So I just started walking around. I walked a little distance from the target I shot at and I looked up. I saw a flash of light and a tiny meteor was flying at me. I dodged it. It was glowing hot. So I walked over to this ledge and found a giant bridge. I once again used my Earthbending powers to move it. I think I got this thing down. So I picked the whole thing up, broke it, and tried to extend it but failed. So I decided to jump off the ledge. I landed on a board. It broke so I grabbed on a ledge. Then I woke up. But I was able to DEILD. See "Lucid Dream #22" for part 2.

Lucids in this color
Info/whatever in this color
Regular dreams/ non-lucid moments in thi color
Full control prt.1
So i was actually rocking out in a rock concert playing the guitar. (it was awesome) and i go down into the crowd when suddenly my guitar unplugs and every one else stops playing. Then someone I know from school wanted to sing so i was looking for something then i got out of the dream and had my eyes closed and i actually figured out right there i was dreaming and somehow forced my self back into the dream
So i get back into the dream and start rocking out again. Later i jump off stage and see someone i actually know in real life so i tell him i'm dreaming and he just stands there and freaks

Part 2 coming soon

Lucidity: 8/10
Vividness: 7/10
Length: ~5 Min.

I was walking around in what looked like a casino and a girl with sweets walked up to me. She didn't say anything. I took a chocolate and followed her, I said "hey, wait. Where are you going?" She sat down on a bench. She didn't look to good so I imagined her to be hotter and she was. So I started trying different foods. I tried this giant rose that tasted like ice cream. It was so good. I was thinking about waking up and started to get scared. But instead of waking up. I lost lucidity. The End.

Church Play

Non Lucid

Dreaming about running around this camp type area surrounding a huge church which had been in my dreams a few years ago. It's made of stones with mortar in between, big stain glass windows, nothing too fancy. Small parking lot surrounding immediate area, and further out, were open fields of short, green grass with sparse trees. Further still was a forest. I don't remember too many details but I was running around, maybe hiding from someone. I was mad, I was breaking things, and being destructive. Then people were attacking me, and I was fighting them off. They were organized. Maybe SWAT. Idk

My Girlfriend woke me up and talked to me for a few minutes, then she left and I went back to sleep.
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Part2
Lucid w00t!

I am back at the same church. I am about 4 feet away from the wall. Between me and the wall is a decorative section with bushes and small river stones. I pick up one of these stones and hurl it at the window. The window spiderwebs, and I move on. (Here is where I realize I'm lucid) I feel that I'm in Spartan Armor (I was playing alot of halo 3 the day before) I look up and see parked in one of the spaces is a WWII tank like the one in the picture above. The lower half is painted gunmetal gray, and the turret part is white with a blue lightning bolt on it. The turret adjusts and levels at me, and I realize it's about to blast me. I start running for it, and I'm running in slow motion. All the while I'm thinking 'Man this is so amazing! I'm actually controlling this!' I finally reach the tank, it still hasn't fired. I jump up on to the turret and the momentum of my run slides me across it to the hatch. With one hand I lift the hatch, and with the other I grab the driver by his shirt and lift him up. I then take hand which opened the hatch and with all my strength, I hammer him in the face with a mighty punch. I wake up.

This is my first Lucid since joining DV. Before now I had only had 2 lucids and they were both DILDs. It only lasted 45secs or so, but it was awesome. I'm not sure if this is a DILD, or a WILD. I believe I was lucid from the beginning, I just didn't realize it. Idk, if anyone can shed any light on it, I'd be grateful.

Also, this was the first time I've every been able to punch someone in a dream. I've tried many many times before, but it's always felt like I was punching under water. My arm and fist would move so slowly that it would barely have any momentum when it reached it's target.

Yeah, weird as hell being dreaming, but not asleep, or even paralyzed. In fact, I recognised I had slipped into dreaming, but when I did an RC, I did it in real life, waking me up! @_@ Odd.

Shortly after, I had what many would call an 'Out of body experience' and flew around my living room a bit. Having a rather nice throw back as "A small of two pieces" played as well. Lost consciousness after... Sinking into my carpet.

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

[I apologize in advance for how much of the page this entry takes up. It was my longest lucid dream to date, though, and I wanted to make the best record of it I could.]

I'm at my old high school, outside the entrance to my mom's old classroom. The open-air entrance on one side of the classroom and the semi-enclosed atrium on the other side are reversed from the sides they're on in real life. I'm listening to an old woman [Betty J.? Aunt Edie? I'm not sure] talk about life. I also remember reading some text about how in the old days, we just lived together with love and respect for one another as a matter of course, without any need for external forces like social programs to manipulate or engineer good feelings between people. [Yep. That sounds like my mind, all right.]

I'm playing PackRat. [Again. I am so sick of dreaming about PackRat, and I know perfectly well that the only way to stop dreaming about it is to stop playing it. That'll happen at the end of this year, I hope.] I discover that the reason an old collection cannot be completed is that they created all the cards, with artwork and everything, but never actually made them available to players.

I'm looking through a rack of envelopes of photo prints, organized by the subject of the photos.

I'm reading a novel on a shiny, black electronic reader. The last page of one chapter has a small illustration of a rolling, bouncing boulder on it [this illustration is from a particular PackRat card]. The electronic reader has small, rectangular “previous page” and “next page” buttons in the lower right corner. It also has readouts in the lower left corner of the screen that show remaining battery life and how many inches from your eyes the screen is. It says that a distance of at least 9 inches is recommended. I see my reflection in its surface and am surprised to discover that I'm wearing glasses. [I don't wear them in real life, but I might have to, someday.]

I go to say good night to my dad. He shows me that he's discovered a way to screw this cylindrical part onto his guitar so that it still has its protective plastic cover.

WBTB at 3:58 A.M. I stayed up for 10-15 minutes, taking notes on the dreams I recalled so far. Then I listened to the second half of my binaural beats file and continued doing affirmations, this time including remembering to stabilize my dream as one of them. I then spent about 45 minutes being kept awake by my coughing and sneezing, but eventually, I managed to get back to sleep. I think I even experienced sleep paralysis for the first time ever; I remember a moment when it felt like my body was vibrating or shaking really fast.

When I find myself in House #1, I immediately know I'm dreaming. [Since I was lucid from the very beginning and can remember a little bit of the sleep paralysis, I think I may have just performed a successful WILD, even though I didn't originally intend to.] This time, I succeed in remembering to stop and take in the scene before doing anything else, in order to stabilize the dream. Once again, I gaze around in awe of the fact that my mind can create such a detailed and realistic environment. Everything looks real, even though I know it's not. I walk around the house a bit, and when I get to the sinks in the bathroom and kitchen, I look at the faucets and quietly expect them to turn on, and they do, without my touching them. [I think that's pretty cool.]

I go out into the study, which looks pretty much just as it did in reality, except that the space inside it is entirely filled with spiderwebs. I turn back and go back into the house, with spiderwebs sticking all over me. When I come back in, I accidentally let a spider into the house, too. It has a big, nearly spherical body with stripes in two different shades of gray. I squash it while it's walking along the wall in the master bedroom. Then I discover another, even bigger, red spider/crab thing on the carpet, and squash that one, too, saying something about how sorry I am for making a stain on the carpet. [The carpet I squashed the spider into was light brown and semi-shaggy. House #1 never had carpet like that; that's the kind of carpet we have in House #3. I didn't notice this until after I woke up, at which point I found it highly amusing that the details of the carpet had been off in one of my dreams and I hadn't noticed. ]

My mom is there in the house. [I don't really remember the specifics of this part, but] I lie down on the bed in the master bedroom and get under the covers so that my parents won't see that I'm quivering and shaking in the throes of SP. [I don't even know.]

I decide I want to leave the house and go explore other parts of this dream world, but I feel obliged to take leave of my parents first and tell them where I'm going, but I want to keep it a secret from them that I'm dreaming. I say to myself, “If I told them I was going to school, would they believe me? Given the setting, they might.” As I say this, what I have in mind is that I'm going to pretend to be setting out on foot for my junior high school. [Funny; that was the only school I ever took the school bus to. I did walk from my house to the bus stop, though.]

I walk through the side yard toward the front gate. I find my parents in the corner of the yard, where the wall with said gate in it meets the wall of the neighbors' house, doing some kind of yard work. I say, “I'm going to school. Bye, Mom!”

“Bye, (Emiko)!” says my mom, and it sounds exactly the same as it always does when my real mom says it. [Obviously, an unaltered memory.] “Have a good day!”

“You, too!” I say, or something like it. I walk out through the front gate and down toward the street. The neighborhood seems more spacious and spread-out than it is in reality. Now that no one is looking, I begin flying, taking off from the middle of the street and traveling parallel to it and upward from it at an angle, like an airplane taking off.

As I fly higher into the air, the dream and my dream consciousness start to fade away. Now, having read the DEILD tutorial, I had some idea of what to do. I lay absolutely still in my bed and concentrated intently on the dream I had just been having, willing myself to start dreaming again. It worked. [First successful DEILD, too! I was really on a roll last night!]

I end up in a group of interconnected, upstairs rooms in a building somewhere. I seem to have flown there. The rooms are white, and there are chairs, upholstered stools, and bookshelves in them. From reading a plaque on a wall near a doorway, I learn that these rooms are reading rooms dedicated to a strange alternate take on Christianity, centered around an alternate set of gospels written by different people. [I didn't recognize it as any sect that exists in real life.] One of the rooms has an analog clock on the wall. It doesn't have numbers, just a circle and two hands, all made of the same rough, gray metal. Even though I already know I'm dreaming, I deliberately look at the clock, glance away, and then look at it again to see if the hands have jumped. The first time I try this, they seem to be in pretty much the same position they were in, so I try again. The second time, they've jumped to a totally different position. I am pleased with myself; again, I was expecting that to happen, so it did.

I leave these rooms and start walking down a flight of stairs. The dream starts to fade again, but again, I manage to stay in it through sheer willpower.

The stairs end in a wide hallway. There is a set of double doors to the right, leading into a room. Judging by the decorations and items outside these doors and inside the room, it looks like there's a wedding going on. Am I the bride? I wonder, but when I enter the large, rectangular room and see the retail-style displays of clothing and stuff, I think, Oh, good. Just a fair, then. I see a real-life friend [I forget who] to my right, who says to me, “Cute dress, (Emiko)!”

“Thank you!” I answer, even though I think this is an odd thing to say, because all I'm wearing is a damp, clammy black blanket wrapped around me. It feels like it's made of swimsuit material. I continue further into the room, turning to my left and walking that way. I look down and to the left, between two racks of clothing, and see another real-life friend, Eleanor B. She's wearing a royal-blue bridesmaid dress [the one she was wearing the last time I saw her in real life, which was at the wedding of some mutual friends]. I call her name twice to get her attention. She looks up, sees me, and stands up to talk to me. I come over and talk to her. When I take a closer look at the clothes hanging on the rack we're standing next to, I say something like, “And are these the new Christmas sweatshirts from Target? Cute! I want!” The sweatshirts are white and have patterns on them of snowflakes made up of narrow lines, either in shades of pink or shades of teal. They also have hems and seams in those colors. I take one pink one and one teal one off the rack and carry them with me. They feel soft.

I leave that room and find myself outside. In the distance, I can see big mountains with snow on top of them. I continue exploring and somehow [I don't remember the exact route I took] make it into an old Japanese temple (or residence, or something). It has a very old, very traditional room with tatami mats on the floor. I pry off each of my sneakers in turn, using the toe of the other foot (suddenly, I'm wearing sneakers, I think). [Yes, I actually thought that while in the dream. Now that I think of it, I think I was suddenly wearing regular clothes, too.] Leaving my sneakers (the exact same ones I have in real life, I note) out in the passageways, I enter the room with the tatami mats and walk around in it. I can feel the mats and my socks under my feet. I say aloud to myself, “Wait – we're allowed to walk around in here? Oh – of course we are; that's what I was expecting.” Yet again, something is so because I expected it to be so. [In all my real-life experience visiting historical tourist sites in Japan, we were never allowed to actually enter the rooms with the tatami; we were only allowed to look into them from the outside. I always wanted to walk around inside them, though, so now, in a dream, I got my wish. Cool.]

Outside of this room are some passageways that are all painted a dusty shade of teal, and have wooden signs hanging in them. I walk around in here for a few minutes. One of the signs says “Telephone,” and indeed, there is a pay telephone on the wall in a wooden box. It looks like an old tourist facility.

One of the doorways within these passageways leads into a spacious, modern restaurant that I recognize as the one inside the onsen [hot spring] that I visited while I was living in Japan. There are a few people sitting at tables here and there. I walk through the restaurant, looking for one of my real-life friends [I don't remember which one now]. I don't find her there, so I decide to head for the restaurant's exit and go somewhere else.

The way to the exit is through a long passageway with a wall on the right side and an upholstered bench on the left side where guests can sit and wait for tables, which separates the passageway from the rest of the restaurant. There are two people sitting on the bench. As I approach the door, I think, What shall I do next? Task of the Month – cell phone – oh, yeah! For a split second I think of getting out my cell phone to text somebody, but then I remember the new Task of the Month for November. I turn to one of the two DCs sitting on the bench, the one sitting nearest the door, who happens to be a black, pregnant woman. “Hey, can I tell you what I'm thankful for?” I say to her.

“Okay.” She straightens, sitting forward on the edge of the bench, listening to me.

“I'm thankful for my family, and [something else I can't remember now], and my computer, and for being able to come here!” I say. [Meaning, to the dream world.] Unfortunately, the dream starts to fade again just as I'm finishing my sentence.

FA in which, instead of being me, I'm Cobb. Mal is there when I wake up, the real one. [They're characters from Inception.] We talk about something, probably the dream I just had. [I don't remember now exactly what it was we talked about, but dude. That was a really weird FA.]

FA in which I count my fingers while they're spread out against the legs of my jeans. When I find I have a sixth finger on my left hand, my reaction is, “Oh, damn. Gosh-darn it!” Apparently, I really want to actually be awake. But I'm still feeling sleepy, so I lie down, sprawling over the sides of the white, wooden bench I'm sitting on.

When I woke up for real, I just lay there for several minutes because my body still felt heavy. I recalled my dream and was pretty impressed.

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Side notes:

That was the longest lucid dream I've ever had. I'm also very impressed and pleased with the number of times I succeeded in controlling what happened just by expecting something to happen. I really got the hang of that skill last night. Finally, I'm amazed that I managed to stay lucid for that long, and to force myself to keep dreaming so many times when the dream threatened to end. Wow!

While reading Robert Wagonner's Lucid Dreaming: Gateway to the Inner Self, he touched on the concept of a dream review committee. This reminded me of an LD I had a few months ago during a nap:

Weirdest dream I've had in a while. The dream was basically a series of scenes, all of which had me lucid dreaming. I can't remember every scene, but one had me getting into a van next to a car that two guys were robbing, driving off, and them chasing me. Since I was in full control, I started creating things to throw at that, starting small with bricks all the way up to gallon barrels of gas.

The only scene I remember REALLY well was walking into a magic shop. When I am lucid dreaming, I tend to play along with the dream, then go mega deity on it, but the store clerk knew it. He started talking straight to me saying, "I am the one thing you can't change." I created a sword, stabbed him, and it went through. Then, I turned and this stuffed bird started talking saying it would teach me a lot about real lucid dreaming. I spoke to it, and kept saying I would be more powerful than anyone. Realizing I was losing control, I reigned the dream back, only to have the store clerk fight that and manipulate my manipulations. Finally, he tossed me out of the scene into a series of scary scenes with him somewhere in them (think G-Man walking around). He looked a lot like David Blaine, but I think it was because it was a magic store, and I imagine all Magic Store clerks looking like that--douchey.

I woke up, terrified. As when I sleep on my back at my parent's house, I get this sense that someone or something is in the room. I ignore it because I didn't want to move out of sheer terror. Eventually, the feeling passed, but I was scared to go back to sleep for a while.

Weird, weird dream.

So, here, I was assessed of my dreaming abilities, didn't accept it, and was punished. I didn't take into consideration that this was an assessment of what I can do lucidly. Going to investigate this.

well, it seems like my recall and lucidness has increased tremendously virtually overnight

I am laying in my bed, I decided to do a reality check. I plugged my nose and tried to breath, I could! It surprised me, so I sat up and tried it again. I could still breath! I literally jumped across the room, but I remembered to ground myself. I grabbed the nearest things to me and felt them, wood, metal, etc. the room brightened without me noticing. I stood up, and thought about what I wanted to do. I walked down to the kitchen, thinking about how to open a portal. I couldn't think of a good way to do so that I felt would work, so I figured the moon wasn't an option.

I tried to summon a gun, didn't work. I held my hands how you would hold a rifle, didn't work, I closed my eyes and tried to visualize a gun, while holding my hands how I would hold a gun... didn't work. ok then, I'll try another approach. I walked out of my house visualizing a lancer from gears of war around the corner, with the chainsaw bayonet, still nothing, I decided to try something else, I walked back into my house.

when I was back in my house, I shouted, "HEY DREAMGUIDE!" ... nothing. I tried two more times. the third try, I instinctively looked at the door, there was someone approaching. I went down the stairs to the door and opened it. there was a man there, his hair was a gross mix of brown and blond hair shooting out of his head at random, and his face was ugly. since I was just shouting for my dream guide, I assumed (incorrectly I found when I woke up) that he was my dream guide, so I let him in. he said, "sorry for not coming sooner" as he walked in, and something about a gay lover... I just tried not to judge him. I walked away for a few seconds and tried to run through everything that happened so far... not much apparently.

I awoke.