lucid

Wow guys, sorry it's been so long since I last posted a DJ entry...or much of anything at all! I haven't given up on lucid dreaming or this forum yet; don't worry. Life has just been so freaking crazy lately that I seriously haven't had time to write anything down!

I still don't have time to write everything out, actually...so you're just going to have to trust me that since my last entry I've had 2 DILDs and 1 WILD, and they were quite enjoyable.

Now the world is gone, I'm just one...

I wake up in my bed. I am naked, I wonder at the fact that it's already time for me to awaken, since it feels as though I've only just fallen asleep. I'm about to leave my room, but on the way out I lean against the wall near my door, pressing my forehead against it. 'How can I know whether I'm dreaming, or awake? It's all the same... How can I know any of this is even real... Keep sleeping to dream, because I hate my life, hoping I'll come out of it better, with some shred of something I can use, something to inspire, to move, to find an answer, an escape. But sleep just seems to install new bars into this cell. How can I even know I'm not dreaming right now.'

For the fuck of it, I flip the light switch just beneath my head on and off. Nothing happens. I look at the ceiling, the walls. Everything is here. The mask hanging from my door, the books, the silvery rays coming in through the window. I realize I'm not awake, but still asleep. I reflect for a few moments on how detailed and vivid everything is, how 'real' it is, nothing missing. Realizing this doesn't make me happy or excite me, but instead fills me with a feeling of isolation. The walls no longer real, just pictures of walls, the idea that beyond them, isn't a real city, no apartment, no livingroom, no father... Beyond these walls there isn't a home, because these walls aren't real. They're just my memory of them. And what of the real walls? Those don't build a home, either. I'm upset by the lack of comfort, familiarity, of reality, since this 'room' is just a 'ruse'. My malaise deepens as I reflect on how, 'the real thing', isn't actually any better. What was I expecting?

An anatomically correct digital rendering of someone's face, speaking, crying... The 'realness' of it isn't moving, but disturbing, soul-less. It looks so real, it's 'correct', but it isn't. It isn't comforting. It's unnerving, you become suspect of something so... Accurate, but, lifeless. A doll.

I pull on a pair of jeans and start to slide my belt through the loops. I stop partway through fastening the belt, realizing the pointlessness of getting dressed in a world that consists of only me. I think, I don't want to know what's outside of these walls. And I don't have to, I can leave another way. I open the window and remember how I'd been thinking about jumping out of it. Well, now I can. I remember how much I think about punching it until it breaks, when I'm mad. I slide the window as far open as it'll go, but it refuses to open far enough to let me jump out of it, it jams.

So I punch the window. It doesn't give. 'This is MY DREAM, and you BREAK.' I put my fist through it, it shatters, shredding my knuckles open and raking the flesh off my arm as it goes through. My arm is 'reforming' as quickly as it's being torn apart, as I need to thrust several times to knock out all of the leftover shards. Knots of scartissue creep up my arms like ribbons, replacing the gashes. I rip the frame out of the window and toss it behind me.

For a moment I question whether I'm really dreaming, or just having delusions of grandeur before I jump out of a window and kill myself. 'I'm going to fly,' and I close my eyes and rocket out of the window, or so I think. Turns out I actually just jumped REALLY HIGH. I float back down onto a building lined up right beneath my window. Looks like a warehouse. I am alone. I consider making someone to travel alongside me, consider summoning a DC. I start forming one, particles aligning in the air. I delete it before it materializes completely. There's no point. She's hollow. A shell. Like building a robot of a woman. I can't bring myself to do it. I have to just move forward and hope there's something at the end, hope I'll find someone, find somewhere.

The fastest way to the other side of the warehouse is 'through', so I slide the door open and go in. Inside is a 'panic room', the walls made of steel. I hear the door behind me bolt shut. It's silent, just like outside. Nothing, no one, is in here. I shake my head and laugh, egging on my subconscious. 'I can't be kept in here. Is this supposed to make me afraid?' I go to the far wall and sock it. It leaves a huge dent, but no opening. I take my finger and use it as a laser cutter, slicing out portions of the wall until I have a square opening big enough to step through.

It opens up into a roof top. It's a beautiful day. The sun is out. Everything is clean. Deserted. I look down onto the empty streets below. I snap my fingers and people appear. Down below, their cellphones go off, chewing gum, laughing, signing each other, driving, eating, biking, unknowing. I want to believe they're real, that I can save them, have a meaningful interaction with one if I just greet with selective blindness, be the king of ants. But I can't swallow it. I snap my fingers again and they disappear.

I have to keep moving... Find something, anything, other than this horrible quiet, or the alternative- synthetic companionship. I jump from roof top to roof top, on and on for miles... The buildings slowly become more and more decayed, crumbling, wisteria growing through the old concrete and splitting it. I reach the last rooftop. I've reached the 'end'.

It's a white sand beach, with colorful shells scattered about, and then the ocean, all around. This is the land's end, the very end, and there is nothing else. I look around for someone else, some sign of life, evil, good- either, something other than just.... This. I can't stand how beautiful it is, the perfect waves, the flawless sand and sun, but my heart drained of all enthusiasm. The 'perfect day', unthinking, fills me with agony and isolation. I drop to my knees and thrust my hands out in frustration, reel back and start to scream at the sky. I want to eject this pain, vomit all of it out, be capable of feeling something besides 'empty', 'broken'.

My scream starts out as a human scream, faintly echoing back to me through the hollow corridors of the buildings behind me. I keep screaming, and the scream grows into an otherworldly roar, screeching into the perfect blue. The scream develops earthquakes, the sea shoots up around me in spikes of black water, jutting into the sky, which grows dark, and the wind begins to howl. The clouds and the waves, claw at each other, meeting in the air. Lightning snaps all around, dead sea creatures rise, cooked, to the surface. Cyclones form, hurling debris around me. The tide creeps up and fills all of the sea caves, swallows the buildings, swelling higher and higher, engulfing the land, then, crushing it in a fist of water and black ice. The sky has opened up into the sea, reaching into it, an enormous gaping maw.

I get a view of myself from within the mouth of the sky. A tight cylinder around my body upward, is the only space that is dry, a beacon of sand and light in the havoc. I'm on my knees, still screaming, long hair coiling and snapping like snakes around my head. The rest of me is frozen, fingers curled in agony and frustration, as the scream just rolls on and on out of my body. I'm trying to eject everything, purge it, but it just keeps going. I keep screaming hard and harder, waiting to 'run out' of pain, run out of the need to scream, but the pain doesn't go away. I'm trying to 'let out' something that's endless. The world is destroyed, but the pain goes on, never emptying. The cup continues to fountain and overflow.

This is pointless. I stop. The sky reforms, the tide sucks back into the sea, the sand dries, the buildings reappear, the sun peers back through the clouds. There isn't any trace of what just happened, anywhere in sight. No sight of the pain. It's hidden again. Perfect again. Quiet. It feels the same. I lay on my back in the sand, motionless, wishing my life, my dream, would make up its mind. Please start, or just be over with. This isn't living, and this isn't dreaming. It's over. It fades to black.

Non-Lucid
Lucid

I had been dreaming about an old abandoned house on my parents farm. Its up in the hills in the country and its a very creepy old house. There were a few people there and we were having a party, the house was in a slightly different area and not the same at all, it didnt have the creepy vibe at all. Then there was a bit of a jump and I was on the doorstep of the house, now it was exactly the same and in the correct spot. I felt the creepy vibe and all my friends had gone.

Somehow I had the feeling I was imagining the scene while awake. Then I thought it was wierd that I could actually move around so I did an RC. I looked at my hand and pushed a pinky finger out.

I was lucid! I still had the creepy vibe so I walked outside the house. For one of the first times I remembered to rub my hands together. I felt unstable quite a few times but concentrating on my hands seemed to fixed this. I also made extra fingers come out often just to keep the stability. I formed an extra thumb which looked pretty funny!

I heard someone coming so I ran down the hill infront of the house. I turned around and a small kid not much older than 5 came at me. He looked savage and evil. I punched him in the face a few times. This seemed to change him, he didnt look evil now and was nice. It was like he was my son or something. We were down by the road now and there was not much room to walk on the side of the road. I told him to be careful as 2 cars drove past. Then a truck drove up and stopped at the side of the road. Somehow I knew the guy was dodgy. Either a pedophile of a serial killer. He didnt see me and I jumped ontop of the vehicle. I smashed my hand through the driver window and into his face. He hopped out and he wasnt happy. I got nervous and didnt know what to do. He went to the back of the truck where he had 2 shotguns. I didnt know what to do. I didnt want to get shot and waste the lucid. I tried flying but I couldnt. I ran as fast as I could and jumped. I closed my eyes and thought of the moon, raven and nomad in hopes I would end up there or with one of them but I woke up

July ??, 2010

Meant to type this out sooner

Synopsis: A party gets rowdy, my dad is drunk and kind of scary. Afterward I become lucid and a voice tells me to find the Goddess of the Dried Lake. I fly and fly and even fly right through my Inner Sanctuary

Night Time Note: I slept with a stone underneath my bed, chrysocolla. But this was the only night I had any weird dreams.



Drunks in my Room!
The family is throwing some sort of party. At the same time I'm letting guests in my bedroom to see my awesome paintings, so it's like a party and an art opening all at once. It was a nice big house too, not our little apartment.

It's getting late, and I want these party people to leave my bedroom. But then here comes dad standing by the door way, drunk. He's swaying back and forth, and it's making me real uneasy. He comes stumbling towards me, and I don't like it. So I fly out my window.

I'm standing on the curbside with my sister and others. We all want to leave this crazy party. But then I get worried about my precious paintings. Damn, those drunks are going to ruin my paintings! I fly back into my bedroom but it's completely empty.

My dream fades into a new one

Goddess of the Dried Lake
I fly out the back window into a surreal landscape. It's a garden right outside my bedroom window. But the garden is fake, like in the Truman show, the sky is really a painted wall.

A voice speaks to me and makes me lucid "Find the Goddess of the Dried Lake"

I see an image of the dried lake beneath me. There are round ripples in the dried mud. The mud itself glistened with a rainbow of colors. Kind of like when you can see a rainbow in grease spills, except this was dried mud. It was beautiful actually.

The voice then tells me that a man will help me find the Goddess of the Dried Lake. She gives me a name, but I don't remember the name . Even during the dream I kept having to repeat the name because I kept remembering it wrong. All I know is when I woke up, I realized the name was the name of a mineral.

So I've got my dream goal! Find the Goddess of the Dried Lake! I flew and flew and flew and flew and flew! Through houses and hallways, hotels, malls, cities, and towns. I had no real plan

I fly through a valley hoping I'd see signs of a dried lake. Instead I found this weird man-made construction with giant rubbery-plastic pipes. They were minty-green in color. It sort of looked like a giant freakish car engine. Except it's the size of a house. I didn't like it! I try to transform into a gargoyle but the most I get are claws. I rip apart the plastic pipes while growling! Some random DCs see me and are shocked that I destroy this.....thing. What ever it was.

I fly away satisfied I destroyed the freakish engine.

I'm over another town. I'll never find the dried lake at this rate! I need to go up. Just as I think that I start to float higher and higher and higher, as if I'm on an invisible elevator. Soon I can see the whole city below me for miles and miles, and it's surrounding country side. That must be where the dried lake is!

I fly into a forest.

It's magically enchanting! The trees were so tall and lush I couldn't see the sky, only a few streaks of blue and white. I fly deeper into the beautiful forest and I'm greeted by a group of stags. They had gentle kind faces and seemed to like me. Their antlers were so long and intricate! I admire their antlers by stroking them.



It goes completely over my head that I've entered my Inner Sanctuary, a dream goal I've set up for myself. The first time I entered my Inner Sanctuary, a friendly stag greeted me and introduced me to the forest.

Instead I think "No! Don't get distracted! You have to find the dried lake!" Me idiot!

I fly out of the beautiful forest. My dream search gets more desperate and desperate. I'm flying through bedrooms into bedrooms, into closets into closets. And now I feel like time is running out, and DCs are after me. I lose control, I forget why I was flying or what I'm looking for. And then I wake up.

Who is the Goddess of the Dried Lake and who is the man who is supposed to help me find her?

July 19, 2010

Time Dialation (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It took me four hours to get to sleep. 0_0 I went to bed at 9:00 pm because I had to get up at 7:20am for drivers ed. Despite that I woke up at 3:30am remembering a dream but not one that was lucid or important or even long. I decided since I was so tired I would be more likely to become lucid if I didn't write that one down at the time. I forgot it by the morning but remembered it while at drivers ed. It was about me being in an abyss filled with floating platforms were there were demons and angels but the angels were actually disgusting and menacing looking creatures. I jumped of a platform to get away from the devil himself and woke up. It didn't take long to fall back to sleep after that.

I was writing something down on a piece of paper when I started thing about how in the movies ghosts don't realize they are dead and that I could be one and not even realize it. Then I was a ghost and went and asked ghost experts stuff at a library. They showed me a book about the supernatural. One page was about people being hanged and becoming ghosts and suddenly I was at home and the man that was on trial in "To Kill A Mocking Bird" was going to be hung in my family room of all places. I had to take his son into my room and cheer him up and it was horrible. It was really cold in my room so I got under the covers in my bed and probably closed my eyes when I realized it was a dream. I got up and the dream had changed basically into a false awakening. I walked into the hallway, dropped to one knee and felt my left knee and stabilized perfectly and watched everything become completely vivid. My parent's room was right there and I hadn't been in there yet and was curious if anything would be out of place. I went in and everything was normal except that my parents were awake, staring right at me in the dark. The dumb DCs followed me into the family room where I stoped, closed my eyes to concentrate, placed my hands fingers in a T and yelled "SHADOW CLONE JUTSU" in an attempt to clone myself like in Naruto and do the advanced ToTM. Nothing, not even the pull of energy that I felt last time. I guess I just didn't believe enough. I remembered that I should probably attempt time dialation before trying to clone myself or practice dream control for the maximum amount of dream time so I tried Raven Knights method. I tried to visualize an analog clock but it made me lose vividness so I looked at a clock that was on the TV. I imagined adding numbers to it so instead of going to 12 it went to 13. I did this to about 20 before the TV changed. What was I thinking I should have used a real clock so I used the on in my kitchen. My mom got in the way however while she was taking things out of the cabinet. When I got back into view of the face of the clock I was suddenly sucked out of the dream. It didn't slowly fade out or destabilize it was just over. I think because I had been in the non lucid part of the dream for so long and the REM period was over. The length of the lucid only seemed to last at most 4 minutes so I don't know if the attempted time dialation had any effect or not.

Last night Andrea and I watched The Cell.

We went to bed around eleven I think and I remember telling myself that I was going to remember my dreams when I woke up and that "I can control my dreams." I slept badly the first half of the night, then Andrea got up to go to the bathroom, then I did the same. I fell back asleep after she turned down the heat.

I dreamed that I was at my elementary school that I went to in Illinois. It was snowing and there was snow al over the ground. I was at the corner of the lot that was closest to my house where I lived right across the street. I remember that I was about to walk off in one direction when it hit me... I live in Virginia, Illinois is a few states away, I must be dreaming. I was elated and the biggest smile came across my face. I looked across the field to where the playground should be and I decided that it would be a great idea to run up this hill of snow and slide on my stomach across the field to the other side. So I did and when I got there it turned into a farmer's market and my parents were there. It was then that I lost control and lost the dream completely.

Later in the night I dreamed that I was at a bar or a restaurant. Andrea ordered some food and the waitress brought her three plates of french fries that were all half full. She told me she had something special for me and she brought me one french fry. I held it up to the light and there was something inside of it. Whatever it was was moving like it was alive. Then I squished the french fry between my fingers and the thing came out of the french fry and scurried away under the table. The waitress came back and said it was a Mexican cockroach french fry. I woke up and just thought how could someone get a live cockroach into a french fry??

July 19, 2010
Slept between 12am-10am (Allll right!)

12am-4-something am
FOOD!
I was in a food market, literally surrounded by food.

Inner world!
I don't remember anything before this scene, but I remember standing inside his gorgeous beach house. I could see a white, sandy beach and blue ocean out my living room windows. The walls were a an interesting shade of blue. Like, almost turquoise, but not quite (I'll have to see if I can build this room in sims 3 later). The floors were wood and my furniture was white. The windows were edged in white trimming. It was warm and relaxing. I recall something being said about this being my inner world house, but I can't remember if it was told to me by Danny, or whether I declared it myself.


Here's the Sims 3 rendition...

4am-6am
WBTB. I sat on the couch for a few minutes reflecting on my beach house and thinking about asking Danny to come into more regular dreams to tell me I'm dreaming. Went back to sleep.

Naughty dream
I had a naughty dream involving Jack. 'Nough said!

False awakening
My alarm beeped for my WILD. I saw that Jack was awake and told him about the dream I had. He thought that middle of the night sex would be an appropriate response. I kept thinking, "But what about my WILD, I'll be too awake!" (Priorities?) My alarm beeped again and I realized it was a false awakening with a "Oh, thank god! I didn't miss the WILD!" (Definitely insane)

6am-7am-ish
WILD fail. Got into SP, used music as an anchor. This part went just fine. Transition fail again. I was getting some HI, and decided to try to use it, but it wasn't really happening. I remember thinking to myself, "Give me a scene so I can walk in it!" my brain responds, "Here's a forest path!" Nothing would solidify and I was having troubles visualizing it and keeping it stable. I also tried the roll out technique, but no luck. I tried floating out too, which actually almost worked, but no sight. Just before an hour was up, I went back to bed.

7am-10am
Once again, I don't remember anything before this, other than becoming lucid. I looked up at the sky and thought, "Let's not fly, it tends to destabilize my dream if I do it straight away."

I suddenly remembered MM chat from last night and saying that the intermediate task would be a cinch because I transform into Sailor Moon all the time, so I did! I held my hands up to my chest where my brooch would be, and my clothes glowed and flashed into the sailor fuku

I found myself on an office floor. full of people. Grey floors and an escalator nearby. (Lost lucidity a bit, here) Amongst the DC's were the other senshi. I stood with them for a bit. Something specifically involving Haruka and Michiru here, but I can't recall it. We moved with the group to a lower plaza where there was shopping to be done. Also can't recall much, here. But it seemed like we were there to party.

Then, we're on a beach. I'm beckoned to by Ryan, a character in a soap opera I watch. He and Greenlee are uncovering a nefarious plot being concocted by David. I get a flash that there is a hidden relationship going on between Ryan and Greenlee (fits with the show). We're hunched behind a car. David has this other woman with him around this camp fire. I vaguely recall that he hit her. Something happens and he discovers us. I closed my eyes and snapped my fingers to teleport away!

When I opened my eyes, I was standing back on the floor we had started on, with the grey tiles and the escalator. "Oops! I didn't mean to go back this far!" I thought to myself. There were some administrative ladies behind a desk, looking at me funny. I remember saying something to them about forgetting something and laughing; all embarrassed.

This is from a two nights ago. I didn't have access to a computer so I am just now recording it (took place on 7.18.10)

I remember starting non-lucid but somehow knowing that I was dreaming (first time i've done this!), I was in a kitchen and there was some suspicious looking chef. Anyhow, I knew that I had to do a reality check. I looked at the time on my watch, and then looked away, before looking back (as advised on DV). The time had changed! So It was at that point that I knew for sure I was dreaming. I was lucid! For two whole seconds And then I got so excited that I woke up. It's a start though. Definitely progress.

In most of my dreams I normally start in my room or on the hill near my house. However, there are sometimes small differences like a once there were support beams on the hill.

Anyway, one dream I started in my room and walked down the stairs I was more aware of surroundings as I went. I met a girl with dark brown hair I knew somehow she was different, she was not a dream person nor was she another dreamer; she was a spirit. I took her to the kitchen and told her that I was not in spirit form but in dream form and asked her what would happen if anyone found out. She said "they will try to make your life end sooner than it should" and I said " oh, I see" meanwhile thinking that she just confirmed my worst fears. Also when the girl told me the statement she seemed to leave out details as if trying to protect me.

I fell asleep for 11 hours last night and had about three to five dreams. The night before I watched the movie Inception. I dream almost every night but last night I asked myself, am I dreaming and I knew I was because I could fly away from my own body and saw myself standing in my own dream. I even felt like I was dreaming in my own dream because there were so much complications, places and people. I hardly remember the specifics.
That is the reason I'm starting this dream journal for the first time and researching into lucid dreams.

#950:
Date: July 17th, 2010
Length: 4 minutes

The world is coming to an end, apparently. I'm outside with a couple people (the precise location is actually on a highway I've been on IRL), one of which is my mom, and we're planning an escape to some safe place. It seems that most people haven't realized that a series of huge disasters is about to occur. I look up at the sky, and see a large storm brewing, which will apparently destroy everything (there might also have been an earthquake coming, too).

We've apparently secured a plane, and so we're gathering our stuff as quickly as we can so we can leave. At some point, my mom realizes she forgot something that I apparently wanted, and she seems very sad about it (I think she even cried). I feel really sorry for her, and tell her it's really not that important to me. Eventually, someone (the "leader" of our group of people) announces that we need to leave very soon, and so to finish what we're doing.

We end up on some airstrip, at night, in the pouring rain. The plane has already begun firing up its engines, and so we have to quickly get on. I think the plane was already moving or something, so it was hard to move around. I quickly got on and got strapped in, expecting a rough ride. After that, I don't recall much, except some instants of extreme turbulence, and thinking to myself that I should have just stayed on the ground and died there, instead of dying in a plane crash that was seeming more and more likely.



#951:
Date: July 17th, 2010
Length: 2 minutes

This was kind of a weird dream. I start out in some kind of underground place that looks like a mix of a small airport, a construction zone, and a sewer system. I'm there with Bruce Willis, and a girl who is supposed to be his daughter. We're apparently trying to escape this class and get back to the surface. We climb a bunch of ladders and walk across several metal walkways, and get to some place where we set down a few backpacks that I guess we were carrying this whole time.

We wait around for a bit, then start noticing something moving in one of the backpacks. We find that really strange, and I reach for the bag and try to feel what's inside. As I set my hand on the backpack, I feel a large, spherical creature, and it starts moving frantically. I recoil, and we carefully open the bag. The creature quickly jumps out -- it's a kind of giant, smooth hairball, and we're all freaked out by it. It's pretty aggressive, but we back off and it eventually goes away. Bruce Willis explains something weird about how it was created by hair that fell in the backpack and rotted.

Eventually, we manage to find our way back to the surface. I walk outside, alone now. There isn't much around, except a dirt road, which I follow. At this point, I somehow realize (I think by looking at an advertising panel?) that all this was actually a commercial for Toyota. I'm a bit angry about this, and just keep walking down the road.



The other day I also had a sort of semi-lucid dream. All I can really remember from it is some sex, and going up to a counter, and asking someone for "polymorph potions," which they gave to me. The liquid was a sort of silvery color.

I had a false awakening. I don't remember why, or how I had it, it seemed to dawn upon me out of nowhere that this is a dream. I was very excited, but then, out of experience, calmed down. After the usual round of stability and clarity exercises, I got up, and crossed the room. For some reason, almost all of my false awakenings occur in my room, and the light are always off. I opened the door. I saw the same old corridor, the same mirror. Another reality check.
While crossing the corridor, I could see foot-long sharp blades protruding from the ground. I laughed to myself. A snap of my fingers, and they vanished to thin air. I continued out of my house, and came to the ground floor. (Note: This was my old house, I moved recently.) What the hell? There were FBI officers all around me, each armed heavily with some serious booty kicking weapons. They didn't speak, nor did they move, but it was clear that I would be toast if I moved a muscle. Here, I forgot I had any supernatural powers. I ran away. Somehow, gravity was much easier to manipulate in this particular dream. I found that I could control gravity very quickly, making it change directions and turn it off or make it stronger in a fraction of a second. As soon as I jumped, the rocket launchers fired. BOOM! A deafening explosion. But I was unhurt.
I continued, walking on walls and roofs, and tried to get out of there, into the open ground. Then, some of the officers actually caught up with me. Instinctively, I jumped off the wall, and roundhouse-kicked one on the back. He fell to the ground, making a large crater there. Then, I continued to fight my way unarmed through the incoming battalion. I don't exactly remember all the moves I did, but I remember that it was pretty epic, even better than the best martial art movie out there. Within a minute, all of them, some two hundred, were on the ground, unable to move. Satisfied, I continued outside.
In real life, there is a large electronics store some three block away from my house. Right in front of it, is a large open area. After exiting my building, I came here, without any idea why. I saw about a dozen people gathered there. I could tell they were all delinquents. They were looking at me in a disconcerting way, which clearly challenged me to a fight. They were wearing Thaub, which is the traditional clothing here.



Talk about unfitting attire. Oh well. I stared at their leader, and made a sudden movement. This was the spark needed. In an instant, ten of them sprang up upon me. I still didn't remember I had lucid powers. Again, I very easily defeated each and every one of them, without the slightest injury inflicted upon me. I forgot, again, the exact moves, but I do remember this one scene. I was in mid-air, right in the middle of a back-flip. I had back flip kicked someone, sending him high into the air. Suddenly, as he reached the zenith of his launch, a sniper bullet pierced him, straight through the heart.. Someone was helping me.
When all of them were defeated, we suddenly found ourselves on a stage, each getting awards for the fight. I remember two of my friends somehow getting the awards, too. The awards were 1 cubic meter aquariums that held a peculiar fish. I remember getting an octopus, while my friends got a tiger that breathed in water and a microscopic crab with mushrooms on his shell. I woke up after that.

NON-LUCID / LUCID / NOTE

My house seems empty, but I can sense the presence of others. I am aware that a game is taking place in which the last man standing is the winner. To eliminate other players, one must engage in a wrestling match and win or throw a crumpled up paper towel and hit an opposing player in a dodgeball-like style. I step out of my room and narrowly avoid a crumpled paper towel. It whizzes past me and down the hallway. I spot a player who is a student at my school who I believe to be a wrestler. I don't know how to wrestle but we begin pushing one another. I run to the kitchen and crumple up a paper towel and I pelt it at his leg and it's a hit. I shake his hand and he departs in a sportsmanlike manner. I become aware that I am one of the last few players remaining. I run downstairs and spot a small hill of crumpled paper towels. I dive into the room while simultaneously grabbing two armfuls of paper towels that I hurl at a group of remaining players who seem to have formed an alliance. I eliminate all but one who is an old friend of mine. We look at each other and smile. I feel confident that I'll win as we shuffle around the room and avoid thrown towels. I finally hit him and win the game. I feel very pleased with my performance and the next thing I know I am outside and aware that I am dreaming. The exact moment when I gained lucidity is unknown, which is quite unusual for me because I often become lucid by RCing or just realizing that I'm dreaming. I cannot recall the precise moment. I begin walking down my street, which is how I begin most of my lucid dreams. My vision is blurred and highly shaky, and I can only make out the gray street and some trees beside me. I stop for a moment in an attempt to stabilize the dream. Things come into focus and a few dream characters appear in front of me. This is also unusual, as I am often alone in my LDs. One character is D, the old friend. Another is J, a girl from my school who I had a crush on a couple years ago. One or two other characters are there as well, and they are ready to take flight. D grabs onto me and J grabs onto D as I lift off from the ground. The other two characters fly independently of me and each other. We fly down streets as I follow the others and D and J are unable to hold on. I stop flying and tell them to hold on tight for the turns. They listen, and I am happy for them to be holding on and experiencing this flight with me. I then test my control and I am able to gain speed and slow down rather well. I then decide to turn on warp speed and leave the other two flyers behind. I am gliding at an insane speed down another street. I live in the suburbs and I take note at how beautiful and realistic the houses appear. I then think to myself how this is all my creation and I promptly wipe out and wake up.

I was sleeping in my dream and I heard T. and P. (Kidnappers 1&2) talking to their "Master" and with the racket they were making they were bowing every second word. "Master" says " the police found two hairs that don't match Adrian's hair and are becoming hot on T &P's trail." The "Master" suggested his in-America castle.

*Next day*
After I was dropped off I hissed to Jane: "How much money did Adrian put in the suitcase. Its imporant." Jane asks: "Why is it so imporant?" I reply: "If it is $30 million the kidnappers will think I am an easy target and ask more money for me." Jane replys: "Its $25 million. Is it true the kidnappers say they were going to realize you and will this come true?" "Yes they were planning to release me but I doubt it will come true. I would inform him about money ransom myself but he is being watched."

I than went to talk about my dreams into movie plot. When there were a couple of hours left I encourage him to talk about his life. He tells me that this isn't the first time he was suspected in a person's disapperance. His parents disappered when he was 18 and their only child was Adrian (the studio belonged to Adrian's dad) and he was away at boarding school at the time of the parents' disapperance. As soon as I knew their was no one watching I says: "Adrian the kidnappers and their 'Master' are planning to move me today to the 'Master's castle. " Adrian says: "They promised to let you guy" I just reply "Whatever you do. Do NOT try to come and save me."

I went back to the house. First the kidnappers had to erase any evidence of anyone been living there. Just before we leave Adrian shows up with a gun at the door. P. who was closest to me grabbs me and threatens my life at gunpoint. Adrian says: "Unhand her./ You promised to let her go...." and P. says: "We lied. And if you want her to live you either get in the car with her or you leave this bulding by the count of 19 or she goes 'bye-bye'. 1.. 2.. 3.. 4... 5... 6... 7...8..9...10" Adrian: "Alright I will leave.".

I am forced in the car I asked what kind of ropes and shackles these are that DC can't be used on them but I can still conjure up a sundae. I am taken to "Master" 's castle. The kidnappers insists I do the 'proper' bow (forced to be on the floor bow). The "Master" (who look like a collection of different human villians) tells his maidseverants to bathe me. He than insitsts that I wear a skimpy outfit (with chains). He than invites Adrian for supper. As I am setting the table for supper I notice the kind of chairs that are at the dinning room table. When it is supper time. I shake my head to tell me not to sit down. He than tricks "Master" into a chair. I with other severants change the chairs to "normal" ones. I learned later the other females were also kidnapped and were jealous that I had someone to try to save me. After I ate supper. I was sent to do some chore and than I came back and heard the Adrian and "Master" settling on 7 Impossible Tasks.

The next day I was tied up and put on a super-fast horse like I was a sack of food and I have no clue if Adrian can get me out of (or off) this task (Task 1). I woke up after this.

July 14, 2010

Quest for my dream guide part 3 (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I realized I was dreaming in a dream and woke up. I opened my eyes and instead of being in bed in my room I was in a sleeping bag in my back yard. I realized it was a false awakening so I did a noes RC just to check. I immediately rubbed the grass and then my left knee which works to stabilize the dream nearly perfectly every time for me. I got up and walked toward the back door but my hands and feet were numb. I looked at what I was wearing and I was wearing a red shirt and my favorite gray sleeping pants. My arms were numb because I had been trying WILD and they were numb in real life. I usually can move completely fine in my lucids. I got back up and went into the house. My dad was there talking to me but I ignored him. I knew exactly where I needed to go. Through that mirror. I walked up to it and put my finger up to it. After a little bit it started to melt through. I told my dad good bye and forced my head through. I did it to fast though. I lost consciousness of my legs and then the rest of my body. All I could see on the other side was the same gray space but instead of a DC I saw random giant floating computer keys. I faded very quickly and woke up.

I decided after this to take a break from looking for my dream guide. I want to start training some of my dream powers and I need to get the advanced ToTM done sone.