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I've had this reoccuring dream for a few years now about a young man (pale, green eyes, good muscle tone, all in all attractive.) An until here lately I didn't think anything of it, until the specific details of my dreams drastically changed. Lately, whenever I have this dream the young man will tell me not to fear, to be patient, and he and I will soon meet. So, dream interpreters, I ask you what in the dickens is my unconscious trying to tell me? For someone of my age (I am incredably young) I would probably tell them to just enjoy the dream and never mind the details becuase the unconscious is a very fickle person all in its own. But the sudden change from unrealistic to incredably realistic seems to serve a very interesting purpose. Now I have done some research and unfortunatley, they all involve soulmates or something of the like. Which is bizarre in its own right and I'd like to stay away from that circus as much as possible. But please if you feel confident in your explanation, do share, even if it is as bizarre as this description.

At some point while I am lying down trying to rest. Small and large triangles appeared through my closed eye lids. After it all faded my vision seem altered. My eyes could see without the feeling of opening them. I then realize that I accidentally initiated a WILD. I could not tell where I was. The place is covered in thick brown wood all over. There is a girl standing near by, despite never seeing her I recongize her as lost cousin of mine. She makes a joke and I give few references to try to make it more funny. She then led the way to our other family members. That's when I saw my father,brother mom. I played basketbal with my father for somtime intill I forgot to stay lucid. The basket balls were actually blue paper towels. Lucidity Time: 30 seconds

Had a lucid dream where my imaginary girlfriend and i murdered my entire family in a storage facility. We were laughing like maniacs while chasing them down and killing them with magic. Before that we were driving my mom's dorango. She crashed,. My sister attempted to run my down, so i pushed the truck off the road, into a body of water.

I'm watching TV with my dad and Fellowship of the Ring is playing. The scene with the battle of Dagorlad is happening and the scale of the battle is almost doubled. I'm mesmerized, but my father isn't even paying attention to the movie and hes about to start talking to he's phone. I hesitate and try to stop him, so he could enjoy the experience as well. I shush him to be quiet. Suddenly the elf army transforms and the troops look like stick figures out of some early 2000's video game. The orc army loses over 90% of it's mass as well. I'm left with an extremely poor movie experience. The dream moves on and my father looks at my computer screen. There's an mmorpg game that I used to play on the screen. He says something weird as he watches someone farm npcs on this island place. Then out of nowhere Patrick from Spongebob Squarepants pops up onto the screen. I tell my father : " This game has been around for twelve, no, eleven years already." He replies with : " Oh." I then tell him four times that Iv quit the game long ago.

I get lucid when I'm sitting on my stairway's steps with some 8-year old boy. He is is sweet and he has blonde hair. I ask him for an atonement ( if that is the right word for "making peace between to people"), because I think he could be a nightmare in a disguise. He smiles at me, I guess he accepted and I smile back. I then say : " Don't move." I look at his black t-shirt that has some cool pattern on it, and I try to remember it so if I'd want I could draw it later to my dream journal. Can't remember it anymore, but it was white and complex. The dream hops me into our house's "basement" that doesn't really exist. It's about two and a half meters under the surface I'd say. I'm accompanied by two to three other guys that seem to be in their early 20's, and then there's the little boy too. I get an idea what to do with the lucid, and I start to prepare for a full blown Eldar war. There's a red door on the wall of the basement. I tell everyone to think about a battle field and war behind it. They do as I tell them and I open the door. A black sky and dark field opens in front of me, there's battalions of Eldar warriors marching everywhere. We then decide not to enter this scenery, huh. I'm confused. I remember "bringing my vision from the back of my head into my eyes like in real life." Every time I do this the dream's quality enhances. We're back in the basement I guess and I open another door, now from the top of some stairway. I enter into a sunny world with a blue sky and fresh air. The warmness of the sun hits my skin and I can see an yellow field down the hill. I have left a cabin I see, down the stairs there's still the basement and the other guys. I look to the distance and there's no ending to an evergreen forest. I tell the other not to look, because the sight is too beautiful. We could forget our battle plans. They come up anyways, and we just stand there staring at the landscape.

With the war and fighting still in my mind I notice the earth trembling beneath my feet. I look behind the small cabin and there's an 80 meter tall evil robot running towards our hill through the woods. It looks like a garbage truck mega transformer of some kind. I'm the dreamer and I instantly accept the challenge. I can feel my body gaining height and in under a few seconds I'm 80 meters tall as well. I try to make myself Striker Eureka from the Pacific Rim movie. I somehow succeed, but I can't see my robot body. I run towards the other robot and we clash above the trees' tops. I jump to the robot's side and take a grab of a giant rusty tire on it's back. I rip it off with force. At least I feel like an 80 meter battle mecha if I'm not one. The battle is over almost as fast as it began and I'm back to my normal size. I decide to take flight. I point my hands forward in the air and I fly over the trees. As I make my hands into fists I gain extreme speed, like from 70km an hour to 700km an hour, and over. I see some ancient giant pillars in the distance and there's a desert as well. Because I'm so fast I'm there in ten seconds. I then want some to fly with me, but I fail to make anyone appear beside me.

I'm at a city's center somewhere. I take off and fly to one of the nearby roofs. I land and I see that it's a luxury house's large terrace, I can somehow sense that it has been used by celebrities. A couple of dream characters have appeared next to me and I try to have some k-18 with them. They're not the type of people I want to do it with so I try to make more appealing ones appear. I turn to look away and then look back and there's different kinds of dream characters every time I do so. None of them pleases my eye, maybe I'm too picky. I give up after a while and drop myself to the lower terrace. I decide to give it one more shot... and hello beautiful. But the dream character then drops to the floor suddenly as I try to approach it. Only a puddle remains.

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A short dream cluster. There are buildings that supposedly have consciousness and they don't want to get renovated. After this I'm at my local super market and one of the scientists from the movie Pacific Rim falls through the roof. As he hits the floor hes legs' bones tear through his skin. He says : " Oh boy", and a couple of seconds later he continues with a loud " Aaaaaaaaahhhh!!"

My body is starting to get stiff as I'm lying on my bed. With every breath I take I get more and more paralyzed and "heavier" in some sense. I'm calm. It feels like there's millions of electrified small particles shooting around my brain, I find this funny. I'm in the darkness and I open my eyes, I'm in my room and it's pitch black. A force lifts me from my bed and it moves my paralyzed body towards the wall and then through it. It takes me to a room under our house and there's some random switchboard that operates the piping system. The dream gets life like, but I lose my lucidity. I'm walking on the street of some middle-class houses. My sister's children come to me and there's dogs chasing them. They get to me and the dogs as well, they're desperate for attention and I'm willing to give it to them. The dogs practically jump on me and they force me to pet them, ok ok! I'm under a mountain of fur. Then an orange kitten jumps right in front of my face and looks me into my eyes. Huh? I pet it as well. The dream changes and I'm standing on this mound with the boys in the middle of a small swamp. The older one of the two decides to jump on another mound, but I pull him back right away and he's nose starts to bleed. He just laughs. The ground is all green, blue and wet.

I'm in my bed again and I stop all movement. After a short while I once again start to drift into the darkness, this time without the particle bombardment. I'm taken directly into the dream scene and I find myself running with a friend of mine on a sunny beach. We run along the side of the waves that wash ashore. Two other friends of mine come towards us and as we get to them, we all decide to continue the running together. We stop after a while and what I thought was an ocean has now turned into a lake. All three of my friends go in to the water and I join them after a few seconds of pondering around. The water reaches our hips and we're bare foot. Some other teenagers with motorcycles come to us and the dream gets hazy. Can't recall the end.

In bed again. Another transition similar to the previous ones, now I'm almost immediately taken to the dream. I'm in my room once again and it's dark. I stand up and instead of trying to switch the lights on from the switch I rub my hand to the wall. I do it as an stabilization, usually when I'm grounding myself to the dream world the dream also becomes more bright. I then open my door and enter our dimly lit kitchen. Know you must be told that I'm at a phase where I'm literally hating my brother's and father's dream characters. They're trying to follow me around continuously when I get lucid and they always make me really frustrated. I see my brother in the kitchen, but he seems a bit different than he really is. I guess hes just another dream character that wants attention or something. I tell him with pointing my finger on the floor : " And you stay here." There's now a white line on the floor. As I'm walking to our hallway so I could teleport through our main door, my brother comes to tickle me. I turn around and say :" Seriously, I will obliterate you." I point my hand at him and spell some weird ancient words so I could make a beam of laser to come out of my hand and melt him down. He's shirt disappears. *sigh* I start to concentrate and remember what Hyu from here Dreamviews did. I completely ignore him and proceed to the door.*Tickle attack!* RRrraaarrgghhhh!! I wake up...

I can't remember how the transition happened but I'm in a dream scene where I'm driving bikes with a friend of mine. We're going up a hill towards my home and my old elementary school. I tell him : " I gotta go." I'm now at the front square of my elementary school and as I look towards our local police department I notice the dream is a little bit blurry. I go lying on the ground and I rub my hands together while concentrating on the details of the ground. I get back up again and the dream is absolutely life like. I say to myself : " I don't even have a body..." I'm pure consciousness. From a sudden impulse I point my hand at the clear blue sky and a beam of light tears the sky open. The world becomes orange colored and the sky gets a red tone to it. From the beam of light emerges winged demons that are descending to our realm. I have called them, I imagine them as my nightmares ( but they're not really). I'm going to make them my allies. But before I'm able to do that I'm taken into darkness. I can't see anything, but then out of the void comes the Devil himself and everything becomes flames. The three meter tall infinite being with it's red horns walks in front of me. The being is red skinned and wearing black leather. I'm a little suspicious if "hes" the real deal. I again realize that I'm pure consciousness and another impulse happens. I swiftly take a hold of the being's throat with a single hand and start to choke it. My hand is not mine anymore. It's red and demon-like. I'm wearing an armor made of material that is not from this earth. I'm a prince of the underworld, now equal and greater against the greatest evil in existence. Total dominance. I lose lucidity. I hit the being with my fists and soon two other beings rush towards me. I hit them as well.

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Notes

After learning about other people today at school I felt sort of down. I haven't done the things they've done and feel like I couldn't express it the way they did. Thinking about how I didn't show my greatest art works, only doodles, made me feel less amazing.Than came the negative thoughts, the art block, not feeling up to animating and because I thought about it too much I now have a mini headache. Ah well. I did get a great grade on my part though. Got a 98.

Dream

I wanted to see either Dawn or Eye. I can recall being pulled inside a pool of water that was huge. It looked like I was in those pools you pump air into but it was actually ginormous in size. I saw what seemed like a water alien who had more than one arm and a alien like face almost like the water people from "Zelda Ocarina Of Time". Except this one was a transparent blue color like it was merged with the water and it was big. Not that slim but the arms were.

It pulled me near it as if it was healing me with a few others or just watching me. However, I didn't want to be in the water because I felt like I was being overwhelmed by the water a bit. At that time my lucidity was fading. My thoughts began to merge with a plot and than I was pushed back and up hitting something in the pool than slowly floated down. As I floated down in the distance was a small doll version of Dawn watching me float down.

I assumed he would pull me out but he did not. I than had a false awakening where I was biting my blanket and my mom came in laughing than left. Afterwords my bro came in as I opened my eyes and he showed me a cartoon bagel video. Telling me not to show mom any videos anymore because of some cartoon bagel video making her crack jokes or something like that.

...now im hungry.^.^

It begins as I'm walking down the road at night with two women i know, I start making out with the brunette one. A hatchback full of guys pulls up. I get bundled into the back seat with a sack over my head and presumably am knocked out. I wake up kneeling on the floor in a house that is unfamiliar, I have the bag taken off my head.
I proceed to ask them why they are doing this, i get no answer all of them are silent in an eerie sort of way.
The man closest to me pulls out a pistol, strangely enough I push my own head onto the pistol and say 'come on just do it'.
The man fires the gun, I fall back onto the floor.

There is no blackness I'm just laying there on my back with my head tilted to the side staring at the wall. I can see the blood pooling beneath me but i just cant move. I keep staring into space for a few seconds then wake up terrified.

I've recently been quite terrified of this dream as some of my previously vivid dreams have somewhat come true.
Could anyone explain the meaning behind this dream? I would be grateful.

At college. Take a new sexy dance class but it ends up being a spelling class. I want to leave but don’t want to seem like I’m better than everyone else. The teacher calls on me and asks if ‘thrill’ is spelled correctly on the paper. It’s spelled “thrilk”. I tell her there shouldn’t be a k and before I can finish she says there also needs to be another L and I agree. The class takes a break and she cleans the tables. I ask if she would mind if I left. I can’t hear what she’s saying so I just leave. One girl is talking about a certain type of meditative yoga and I indulge her by mimicking what she says as though she’s teaching. She likes it and I think that class would be fun.

In the shower and the drain isn’t working. I’m in there with D and another girl. The water is to my calves and it looks like somebody peed in it. I can’t believe someone would do that. I start shaving my legs and have to finish in the living room. For the first time ever I’m really scared to shave my legs. They feel fragile and I have huge, bulging veins. I notice the area I’m standing is really dirty and I yell out, “Someone needs to clean this floor, it’s a fucking mess!” but I can’t use my voice.

At gmas looking for something to eat. There’s milk leaning next to a box in the fridge. They keep their cereal in the fridge and one is called “Sea Organized Oatmeal”. They have name brand cereal all over the kitchen. I poke my head outside and there’s someone barbecuing. There are fresh fruits on veggies on the side railing of the stairs but I’ve never seen that kind before. I go inside and try to get water from a sink at the base of the stairs. I assume it’s an automatic faucet but the knobs are to the left hand side. Gpa tries to sneak up on me and scare me but it doesn’t work. I go and hang out with Rachel on the couch. They’re missing a couch, though.

I start feeling vibrations and hearing people on the radio from the 40’s. I see myself lying in a bed from that time period with kids, reading a book and listening to this broadcast. I am thinking about past lives and wondering if I will reincarnate in the future (after the 40’s) and wondering if I will remember my last life if I do. The vibrations keep bringing me back and they feel really intense and uncomfortable. I try the method of rolling to my side and they subside and it feels like my whole body is on the ground by my current bed, except for my feet. I try opening my eyes and now I’m flying in a city. I think, ‘this is what I want to be doing.’ then I hit my head on a pole and wake up.

Supplements: NA. Ate toast, sunbutter, choc chips
Bedtime: 10:00
Mantras: NA
ADA rating: 1
Moon Cycle: 5% waxing
Menstrual Cycle: 26
Nightly Awakenings: 0600-0630
WBTB: NA
HH: Vibrations in morning
Dream Type: RD, LD/OBE
Wake Time: 7:50
Total hours of sleep: 8-8.5

My plan for the last night was; set up alarm 4 hours into sleep, try to WILD in a different position than my usual sleeping position, eat gab's calzone http://imgur.com/o8q2APe

What happened was; the alarm couldn't woke me up or i shut it off in my sleep, woke up at 12 am (8 hours into sleep for me), tried to WILD in a different position, i really tried but no luck Continued the WILD attempt in my usual sleeping position. My body felt numb enough and i started to imagine; i'm at my house feeling some objects, walls etc. I didn't felt the transitioning but i found myself in the living room!

The living room was a bit different than usual, lightning was a bit off and the wall between the living room and the kitchen was gone. The tv was on, it was a music program, maybe a music competition program. There were 2 people in the house that i don't know. I was sure that i was dreaming but just for the kicks i wanted to do a nose plug RC. I couldn't breathe o_O But i felt a very strong pressure in my ears and the music coming from the tv just got louder and louder. It was coming in all directions! I've worked with beautiful music systems but this was at another level. It sounded like the whole building was a speaker and i was inside of it.

The guy front of me said something, i didn't hear him well so i yelled "shut up! i'm dreaming!" and wanted to jump from the kitchen window but the closer i get to the window the dream faded more and more...

There was a battle between humans and demon-possessed human corpses. After fighting off the demons in a few locations, me and the crowd of people I was with settled into a large house near the coast that faced an inlet. There were only a few of the demons roaming around there. I had no weapons and could not fight the demons so I would close the door of the house to keep the demons out. I was very scared of them.

I don't remember the exact moment I became lucid but I had frequently been taking trips to the locations where the demons had been conquered. I had been flying to the locations and then hovering around trying to find out what was going on with the demons, why they were invading and why there were so many of them. I eventually realized I was dreaming because of the flying and floating. Even though I realized I was dreaming, I was still caught up in the story of the dream and worried that my body was sleeping in a place where I was vulnerable to demons. I took a couple flights through the sky but mostly hovered and levitated around the house, showing the other people, including my parents. My parents did not like it, but a teenage girl did like it and was very excited to tell her mom. None of the other dream characters could fly.

Some of my flying attempts were unsuccessful and I would jump up and gently land on the floor. I had to maintain a relaxed concentration to hover or fly well. I was so excited about being able to fly because the demons in their corpse bodies could not fly so it was the perfect way to avoid them. I also thought I might use powers like shooting energy out of my hands to fight the demons. I did eventually realize that since I was dreaming there weren't really any demons, and that was kind of disappointing. At times the dream became so ordinary, just me being inside the house with the other people, that I had to convince myself that I was still dreaming. I did so my telling myself that if I weren't dreaming anymore I would have remembered waking up, and I hadn't remembered waking up, so that is how I knew I was still dreaming. Then I just looked around at how real everything looked.

I eventually lost lucidity and the dream continued until I woke up.

Ritual: I had time to sleep in this morning so I was motivated to get lucid. Went to bed at midnight and woke at 6am to feed the cat. Didn't do a full WBTB, but took a few supplements (alpha-g, choline, l-theanine) plus a tiny amount (between 1-2mg) of very old galantamine. I lay down on my back to delay sleep onset and practiced progressive relaxation, a few SSILD cycles, and counting. Couldn't count very high (usually not past six, my focus is terrible these days) but clearly noticed onset of hypnogogic imagery and managed to put in a number of rotations before falling into dreamless sleep. When I awoke after a few minutes (guaranteed if I fall asleep on my back), I turned on my right side and let myself fall asleep normally, feeling adequately primed and hoping for the best. This "kitchen sink" approach has pretty much become my standard and despite being really haphazard has a decent success rate, often resulting in WILDs. This time I had an NLD or two that I don't remember well, then the following semi-lucid that turned into a DILD.

SLD: I am on a beach. All is not well: there are what look like tiny floating islands approaching from across the sea, and on each one stands a little stone tower and a menacing-looking figure in black armor with a horned helmet. The armored figures to be using the islands as transportation. Though not quite lucid, I remember that I have certain broad powers in this place, so I walk along the beach until I spot a couple empty islands, and try to summon one toward me. It turns into a little white sailboat and promptly sinks. I try to summon the second one, and the same thing happens. So much for island hopping. I turn right and continue to walk along the waterfront.

Something seems oddly familiar about this place—I've been here before, haven't I? I note the urban architecture up ahead, the sprawl of a city just past the beach and I'm distinctly reminded of a particular dream I had once, years ago now. It was here, I am sure of it, though this corresponds to no earthly place. I don't remember much about that earlier dream, except that it started in one of the apartment buildings a few blocks from the beach and then I went down to the parking lot, but saw the beach in the distance. [I think I actually found it, an entry from 12/29/13, but I misremembered the order of events: I was in the parking lot initially, then dropped by the beach before going up to the apartment.]

Various people are wandering around the beach, and a distinctive figure approaches. He is a thin old man with stringy, longish grey hair, carrying three lidded boxes in different colors, each about eighteen inches square. "What do they call this bay?" I ask him. "Sigismund?" he suggests, then modifies it. "Or Sigisroot?" He seems uncertain. I am about to ask the name of the city, but we are interrupted by the approach of a huge wave. We try to scramble up the beach but don't make it in time, and the wave crashes over us. I have to struggle against the pull of its wake, meanwhile trying to reach around to find the old man, to help him if possible. I grab someone's hand in the water, but it turns out to be a short, dark-haired woman. After helping her to shore, I come across the old man again on the beach. He has made it to safety, but lost two of his boxes. I feel partly responsible for the loss of his boxes, so I go back to the water to look for them. I locate the boxes but their contents have spilled. Apparently they contained cassette tapes, so I dredge as many as possible out of the water and wet sand, restoring them to one of the boxes. After I've grabbed as many as I can find, I return the boxes to the old man.

FA-DILD: The dream resets, perhaps a half-waking, and I am in my house again. I start reviewing what just happened, and write down the name of the bay, both variations—not sure I realized at the time I was writing in a dream notebook. As I think over the events of the dream, I realize I must have been semi-lucid at the point where I was trying to summon the islands and then recognized the setting from prior dream. I reason that if I was semi-lucid then, I must be actually lucid now. Dream logic is terrible, but this time it did the trick—thinking about lucidity made me recognize that I was still dreaming. Since I was back in my house, I decided to do the TOTM of walking through the wall. I had interpreted "my room" to mean the bedroom, so I head in there and immediately turn left to look at the wall. I'm pleased and surprised to find an ample stretch of wall between the door and bookcase (surprised because in WL there is no free wall space in the room at all, to the point where I thought I would have to do the task by going into the closet!) Instead, the dream has obligingly provided sufficient room for me to stand in front of the wall, so I press both hands flat against it and concentrate. The wall resists the pressure at first, so I increase it, then watch as my right hand starts to sink into the surface. The wall crumbles under my hand like weak plaster with an impressively realistic texture and sensation. As I continue to push, a whole section about two feet wide dislodges and falls inward under my right hand, and then I push my whole body forward and break through the rest.

I find myself in a cramped, closet like space, empty yet messy somehow, like it was poorly constructed—for instance, there are exposed 2x4s at odd diagonals. There is no visible way out, and I remember back to a time I was exploring the use of mirrors as portals and got stuck in a labyrinth of empty rooms that became ever smaller and more claustrophobic. [The dream I was thinking of occurred on 4/17/14, and the earliest experience of this kind I recorded on 12/18/10]. Simply recognizing the dream's tricks gives me the confidence not to be waylaid by them again, so I turn left and push through that wall too. Unsurprisingly, I am in an even smaller, darker, and more cramped space. I remind myself to remain optimistic and keep pushing forward with the expectation of getting out. I push through a couple more dark, tiny, empty spaces and then find myself in one that is different. It feels like an actual closet, with coats. What catches my eye is the style of those coats: they remind me of the cheap winter coats we wore in the 1970s, made of smooth synthetic cloth in drab colors and augmented with wide fake-fleece collars. I push through the coats and finally tumble free into an outdoor space.

It's one of those transitions that are so striking in dream. I had been struggling in narrow claustrophobic space with poor visibility, and suddenly everything has changed: I'm in open space, the air is clear and fresh, the light is bright, colors are vivid, my vision is sharp, and I feel a surge of ebullience. I remind myself that it is worth it, all the trouble I go to over dreaming, even if dream isn't always cooperative, because of experiences like this. I even notice that little flutter in my solar plexus that I associate with deep dream.

I move forward, on my hands and knees at first. I am at the base of a steep hill, and there are a number of animals sitting on the hillside, placidly watching me, including several ape-like creatures. As I crawl through the grass, I note the distinct texture of it: it might not be grass at all, actually, but some kind of ground cover with stiff, spiny stalks that flatten rather than bend under my hands. When I get to my feet, I see that a number of these stalks have actually adhered to my palms. They look like black tubes about three inches long and only a couple millimeters across, hollow, with a longer thin hair sticking another inch out the end. I try to pluck one out and it won't come off. I have the impression that even if I manage to pull off the outer tube, the hair will be left behind. It occurs to me to wonder if this explains the ape-like creatures, which seem unusually intelligent and anthropomorphic: did other people come here before me, and end up with so many of these hairs attached to their skin that they became furry?

I consider flying, but decide not to: I'm really interested in this place, and flying would destabilize me from this particular scenario, if not the dream itself. So I continue walking forward on foot, reminding myself both literally and figuratively to stay grounded. As I reach the end of the flat terrain at the bottom of the steep hill, I look up at the animals arrayed on the upper terraces, who are still quietly watching me. What should I ask them? I never seem to get anywhere asking the names of things, so I decide to be clever, and call up to them: "What would be a really interesting question for a newcomer to ask?" No answer. I repeat myself, but still no reply, so I start climbing up toward them.

When I reach the upper terrace, things get complex. I can't remember what passes between me and one of the creatures, who is more man-like now, before he pulls a knife on me—though it is unclear if he he is using the knife to threaten me or the grizzled, older-looking apeman creature who is sitting to his left. I wrest the knife from his grasp, which knocks him off balance. He nearly falls off the cliff (which suddenly seems a lot steeper now, almost vertical, than when I climbed up it a moment before) and grabs on to my waist to save himself. I check my moral compass and find that I feel no compulsion to save him—something about his attitude puts me off—so I peel his arms away and he falls to the base of the cliff, presumably to his death. The elder creature has retrieved the knife, which is now lying at his feet, and I go over to look at it.

When I pick up the knife, I find it to be a wide, cleaver-like implement made of thin cardboard with silver foil stuck to it. There is writing on the cardboard side, and I read through a whole confession, apparently by the creature I just sent to his death. The text describes an elaborate scheme that involved getting me pregnant and then killing me after the child was born, because it concludes, "I won't regret killing you when I see your features in the face of our infant." I find this repulsive and it resolves my lingering doubts about whether letting him fall was the right thing to do. I ask the elder creature if I can keep the knife, and he doesn't speak, but I take his silence as assent. I notice that there is a second knife on the ground, made of roughly-forged steel or iron and elegantly curved like a viking blade (the handle a loop of the same metal), that resembles like the one I wrested away initially, so I swap out the mock-up I'm holding for the real blade, and walk forward on the hilltop.

I encounter another man, this one entirely human in appearance except for a strange feature: his face is completely wrapped in grimy white bandages, leaving only a bit of forehead and his hair explosed. The bandages are thicker over his left eye, but seem to adhere closely to his right—I can see the shape of the eye bulging under them—so I conclude that must be the one he somehow sees out of. Despite his odd appearance I feel an immediate affinity for him, in contrast to the last guy. He leads me into a building, where a girl approaches us and asks me, "Who made that knife?" I look at the blade in my hand. It doesn't bear a long text like the mock-up, but there is a row of runes along the top edge that I can't read. "He's dead now," I reply laconically.

In the entryway of the building, we immediately go through a door to the right, into what looks like a machine shop. The machines are in the center of the room, and two people are operating them, but I can't tell what they're making. The machines have some kind of spinning disk that either cuts or polishes. The bandaged guy is telling me about a hardware store somewhere. "That's where the first ship came from." I have the impression he is talking about a spaceship, and gather that there is a whole complicated plot behind all of this, but I don't know the details. By the time we finish walking through the room, I am waking up.

I thought I had posted this here. Apparently not.

November 28, 2015
Had a really awesome lucid dream, with magic.
Color code: Non-lucid, partially lucid, lucid, notes

I woke up after about 5 hours of sleep and took 8mg of GalantaMind. I don't use the stuff very often.

Eventually, as I lay in bed and feel myself going back to sleep, I imagine moving my hands. It becomes more realistic until I sit up out of bed in my dream body.
I say “I did it!” But I still can't really see. I rub my hands together and move around until my vision improves. I am partially tangled in the blankets still. I say “Go away blanket!” and try to ignore it as I go out into the hallway.
I stabilize the dream by rubbing my hands together some more and pinching my nose shut and breathing.

After I do some sexual stuff in the lucid dream, I wake up and enter another dream, still fully conscious.
I am outside of a building from my childhood, just walking around. Some cars drive by and I say to myself “What am I doing?” I also comment on how it looks just like normal waking life, with nothing unusual around. It's very realistic.

I find a multi-trunk tree near the building. Like a group of little trees, but it's all one tree. Under the tree is a large old book, with a fuzzy leather cover. The cover has swirly decorative designs in red, blue, and yellow on off-white. I say I wish I would remember what it looks like. It is a magic book. Inside is mostly art, paintings of fantasy scenes and creatures. It is full color, though prominently green because of plants.
I try to read some of the tiny text, but can't really make it out. I say what I think it says, or make up what it says.
In the middle of the book I find a short, thick-ish stick, about five or six inches long. It is meant to be used as a wand.

I point the want at a field and wave it around, saying something like “Make a dinosaur!” Several triceratops-like dinosaurs appear in a group in the field. They're like the kind with no horns. They are many yards away. I am excited but keep my distance.
At some point I return to the tree and say to it “Thank you tree,” and give it a pat.

In front of the building is a crowd of people. I want to show them what I can do. I wave the wand and say “Dragons dragons dragons!” A creature appears for a moment and then takes the form of a woman wearing overalls. When she turns around I see that she has a tiny tail.

I wake again and have another short, sexually charged lucid dream. Then wake again and return to the same place with the crowd of people.
I have the magic book again. I say “I wish I could bring this back with me to waking life.”
I don't have the wand anymore, so I just pick up a twig from the ground. I wave the twig around and say “Cows cows cows!” and a stampede of cattle appears. Everyone runs away from it. I wave the twig again and say “Wolves wolves wolves!” Brown wolves appear, or maybe the cows turn into the wolves. They attack the people.

I say to the wolves “Dissipate,” or maybe “dissolve!” but instead the wolves float into the air over our heads. Am am amused and say “Or float... and then vanish.” I blink and the wolves are gone.
I then try to use my magic to command all the people to lay or fall down. A few of them do, but most do not. I try again, and also say “Freeze!” but it is not working.
I say “Hm, it's harder to control people. Interesting.”

Now the crowd is hostile toward me (possibly because I have been a menace). Some of them have wands of their own. They are all facing me. But I am not afraid of them and say “You can't hurt me.” I try to make a pedestal to stand on so I can seem taller, but that doesn't work either.
I tell the people they are a part of me so if they kill me they will kill themselves. I tell them that doing what I want is also in their best interest. (Thinking back now, that's probably not true).

I wake up thinking “That was awesome” and that it was the best lucid dream I've had in a long time.

The dream starts with me reading a novel. Suddenly I'm inside the novel and I'm "playing" the story line as if it was a console game. I'm flying a wing-machine besides a big airplane that has an air conditioning hatch on it's side. I jump out and go stand on top of the airplane near the hatch. I press the "B" - on my invisible xbox controller that is "behind the screen of the dream in another dream where I'm "playing" the novel." I get inside the plane through the hatch. The cargo-bin and cockpit are in the same space and the main villain is there, but he is already beaten by other good guys of the novel. We give the novel to him so he could read the last pages and learn the plot twist about himself. As he has read the part one us shoots him instantly. The dream ends with us arriving to an airport.

Very long and vivid dream. I'm with my brother and some random forty-year old man. We're buying weapons in a house that looks like it was taken directly from the Godfather movie. There's a counter and a man behind it, he's the one selling the weapons. There's a boss of a mafia buying weapons at the same time as we are. He is far more richer than us. I try to irritate him while the weapons dealer stacks huge amounts of guns to him. We want those guns from him, and just then the dealer goes through the back door to check something. The mafia boss takes one of the guns and loads it, I say : " I bet that you want to kill me." He looks at me like I'm an idiot. All of a sudden the forty-year old man shoots the mafia boss. What the. Now we have to act quick! We are desperate. We're trying to quickly carry the mafia bosses body away from the room and I'm starting to dress into he's clothes. So I could pretend to be him. Agh! I drop the idea and go and try to stall the dealer from entering the room. The dream hops and I'm at my cousin's apartment. I ask her : " Which is more effective, a landmine or a grenade?" I then go into the kitchen and open the dishwasher. I pick up a coffee mug and I'm about to eat it when my cousin looks at me confused. I tell her : " I have eaten these before." I didn't get to eat it, I'm returning to the dealer's room but I end up in a medical center - looking area.

As I arrive there I leave the nearby ruins so the characters from the last dream won't come and shoot me. Some random gangster also threatened me briefly. I go to a well and take soap from a soap bottle into my hands. I'm starting to apply it to my hair and my hands when the scenery changes. I'm at the corner of some camping area and I see my brother, sister and mother briefly, but they soon disappear. There are others and they're spread around the camp. I see some brown haired boy and he seems nice. He looks at me and I smile. I'm now suddenly waxing a blue motorcycle. The boy I saw earlier is coming to me and I think that I could try to take make friends with him. Actually I think he want's to make friends with me as well. I'm not sure what I should say when he'd get to me. Then some older friends of mine suddenly pop in front of me and the boy goes to hide behind a wall. They ask : "How's it going?" I reply : " I'm fine." Other teenagers join us and we begin to sit down in a circle. The boy also comes to join from behind the wall. I have vibes that he's kinda like me, we could be good friends if we had the chance to get to know each other. I take of my fleece jacket and I sit near the boy. Others presume I'm the "leader" of the group and I hesitate, I don't know what to say. So I ask : " What kinda grades do you guys get at school?" Numbers are told, I brush my hair with my hand. I then leave the circle and I appear at my old junior high-school. My sister's dog is there too and I'm playing with it. It gets loose, oh no. The dog runs through the doors of the hallways and then outside, I try to call it back by hissing and calling it's name. My sister sees what I have done and says : " This better be the last time." I go back to the hallway and start to apply gel into my hair. I see my brother, hes... hes stalking me! He suspects something. I shoo him away and I notice that he has set up an camera recorder on to the floor. It's pointed at me.

But then I'm already hopped into another scene by the dream. I'm now in the canteen of the same school. The classrooms' places have switched and the canteen is a bit bigger than it really is. There are students discussing their grades. Some have gotten A+:ses and some LNAD:s, that means an F. At least that is what the dream says. A young long haired kid enters the canteen from the back aisle, he's holding a gun. He's about to shoot but he doesn't know how to use the weapon so I quickly run up to him and take a hold of his arms. I try to point the gun away from everyone and myself. He shoots. He hits someone's thumb. He shoots more. I don't know where the bullets go. I disarm him and run away from the front aisle towards the front doors. I freeze. I see a teenager lying on the lobby's floor. I break to tears. He's the boy from the camping site and he's been shot. He's dead. There's a girl lying next to him, she's dead too. They turn into glowing stick figure-looking beings as I pick them up into my arms. I start to carry them outside and as I get through the front doors I'm no longer carrying the girl, only the boy I wanted to be friends with.

I realize it's a dream, but I don't care, I'm still devastated. I say to myself : " ... this is a dream."It's a bright day outside and the dream is life like. I turn to look to the basket ball court and there's a gladiator made out of pure silver looking at me. He's wearing green warrior robes and he looks very powerful. He asks me about my promise, that I'd challenge him into a duel for fun. ( I never really had any promise like this). The silver being I'm looking at seems very wise, so I ask him for help. He walks to me. There has appeared a giant silver hand statue in to the middle of the front square. The hand is opened towards the sky. The gladiator being takes the boy from my arms and places him onto the palm of the hand. He stands up on the palm in front of the boy and raises his hands into the air. I ask if he could sing a memorial song in the boy's honor. I say : " Music..."and a soothing melody starts to play. I can't remember how the lyrics go but the song is very touching. The gladiator sings about heaven as he is looking up the skies. A beam of light hits the statue where the boy is lying on and where the gladiator is standing on. An angel of pure light appears from the light and takes the boy into her arms and rises up into the heavens... I lose focus, but another dream starts.

I fly a black small airplane thing and I fly past the hand statue. I think it symbolizes knowledge and the pursing of it. Everyone has disappeared. I have machine guns in both of my hands and I'm shooting everything I see. I get to a stadium and land in to the field. There are small shops and children with their parents. I take off and fly back to my junior high-school. Now the statue has disappeared too. I then suddenly get transformed into an anime character and some weird Japanese k-18 action starts to happen, but it's too weird to be posted here. And FINALLY the dream ends and I wake up.

Another dream begins as I fall asleep, and it's a lucid one. I'm in our stairway. I start to run towards the stairway's windows and I jump. I glide through them effortlessly into a dark and snowy dream world. I fly calmly and it's quite warm. Everyone is asleep. I put my fists in front of me like Superman and I gain a little bit of speed, but I want to go slowly for now. I think to myself that this might be what O.B.E is like. I fly above my neighborhood with no hurry. I go to this science center place near my city's train-station. There a river running close by so I go and glide above the frozen surface of it. The stars reflect from it. I glide and glide for good two kilometers at least, but the time it takes is quite short, near thirty seconds. I rise up to the roof of this tall hotel besides the main highway. I realize I'm in a good spot and say : " I could go to the Everest now." I begin to recognize giant mountains in the distance and I take off. Snap of fingers, it's day time now. Some tubes appear into the air in front of me and as I go through them I gain huge amounts of speed. Okay this is enough, some semi lucidity from now on I'm getting tired of writing this journal entry. There might be some typos, sorry about those.

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Dream - hell lucid
I don't remember much about this since it wasn't that great as a lucid, but the dream was pretty cool. I remember going down to hell somehow, maybe teleportation or something. When I got there the place was really awesome, like a giant cavern with fire and demons. I randomly realized I was dreaming and was like 'hmm I'm dreaming what's going on?'. I felt pretty stable in my environment and then focused on what was going on around me.. Unexpectedly the visuals just started to fade away from me, it was quite fast and I didn't really feel like I was waking up. I was drifting in that fine line of being awake and being asleep, there was mostly darkness and incoherent hypnopompic imagery. I started focusing on sounds, listening to the voice of an old man echoing in the distance. I found it pretty easy to tune into, and soon found myself listening to other sounds too..

I wasn't able to re-enter the dream or anything, last night in general was pretty interesting though. I slept right through until 4:30 without waking. The meditation seems to be helping me get DILDs as this is the second I've had since starting a week ago.

Created Sunday 07 February 2016

I managed to achieve a WILD or two, as well as a few other near LD states. There were also two other normal dreams I could remember between said states, and although I could only remember scraps of the first in these series, I do know it's contents influenced, and were later partially remembered, in later dreams.

Dream 1 - Hey, You! It's Time to Speed Up!

Scene 1 - Basic WILD Transition
After some time spent attempting a WILD, I finally felt a change in my state, a familiar dizzying sensation in my head. I soon intermittently slipped between this and waking up, until the last one had me instantly warping into another location.

Scene 2 - Flying Through Ice Cap Zone
The visuals started grainy and blurred. I was flying quickly through a snowy valley, pine trees spread all around. The environment was notably rendered in low resolution, blocky 3D, as in a Minecraft world.

Now, I was somewhat upset at being in this game once again, but I decided to run with it, certain the environment would eventually change for the better in time. Indeed, I noticed the visuals clarifying and becoming more detailed as I moved along, though still retaining a cartoony 3D look. This eventually settled to appear very similar to parts of Ice Cap Zone from Sonic Adventure, one side of the valley a glacier, the other a flat, lightly forested mountain range, all now under a blue sky. Much better, I thought.

Soon, I noticed a long row of purple flying obstacles ahead of me, a group of those hovering blade drone enemies. I simply tilted far above them without incident.

It was then that I noticed an unnerving lack of any audio. Thus, I vocalized my own sound effects, starting with the rush of wind blasting past me, and then the spinning blades of the robots below. Surprisingly, this, in turn, caused such sounds to emanate autonomously. And as a bonus, I even unwittingly caused music to play along. After following the melody, I determined this as Azure Blue World, the theme for Emerald Coast; highly unsuitable, considering the environment, but it was all quite amusing nonetheless.

A moment later, I could see the environment deteriorating around me. But, I remained calm, and awaited a transition.

Scene 3 - Normal Sonic Boss Battle
The visuals were slightly blurred. This occurred within a metallic structure, numerous red and blue blinking lights and electronic components glowing throughout. The environment was depicted in 16 bit 2-D graphics, angled as a side scrolling game. I was not physically present, but I was still aware of my dream state.

Two figures soon rushed through. One was Dr. Eggman on his hovercraft, who was being chased by Sonic the Hedgehog, both styled as in Sonic 3 and Knuckles. Sonic pegs Eggman's pod with his spinning jump attack several times before the screen locks in place, allowing his foe to fly off-screen. This new location contained a few elevated metal platforms over a flat plane. Eggman soon returned within some large contraption, his vehicle now plated in thick armor and wrapped in various tubular exhausts.

By this point, I lost awareness, all from curiosity on how things would proceed. Not too sure what happens in the ongoing fight, though I somewhat recall Robotnik hovering far above at an unhittable angle, firing down projectiles from the craft's tubes. I don't know what else happened, but the dream ended about a minute later.

Dream 2 - Touchy Enigma

I was in bed, laying sidways, my back next to the wall. Once again, I sensed a change in state.

I took this opportunity to imagine Eris, my prospective Dream Guide, being nearby. That's when I felt a figure embracing me from behind, though I brushed this off as more hypnagogic hallucinations, which I tried ignoring. But these sensations became even more abrasive, as if the enigma were groping me. I was quite annoyed at this, though I still refused to budged.

Just then, I felt an extra pair of limbs wrapping around me, taking me completely off guard. Was this it, I wondered? The entity's continued stroking startled me further, particularly as it placed its hands where I never expected, let alone would have ever intended.

I was thoroughly confused at how to proceed, and eventually, too disturbed to go on, so I willingly stopped this.

Dream 3 - Picture Comicbook Dream Memories

The visuals were blurred. I was sitting by a round wooden table in an unknown location. Moreover, I noticed my brothers, Jozua and Crispinus, nearby.

In time, I saw that Crispinus was drawing something in a little booklet. I asked to see it, which I determined had drawings related to Sonic, Pokemon, and various other media, all drawn in an exaggerated, childish, intentionally silly style. This triggered memories of a forgotten dream earlier that day, the book containing a sequence of events as had occurred then. I commented on such a coincidence, but was met with skepticism. One of my brothers claimed I was suffering from "confirmation bias", while the other thought I was outright lying. I refused to believe as much, but let the matter go.

From there, I could now see I was sitting at a diner or a similar eatery, a glass display counter behind me. I then got up to walk around, passing through a queue rail. I soon noticed another familiar figure, my uncle Metrophanes, nearby, who claimed to work in the place.

My uncle then showed me and commented on some photo album he was making. This contained several pictures of him at his job, and a few profiles of various other family members, including mom and various other aunts and uncles. He claimed he would sell it for boiled potatoes, of all things, which was apparently the specialty at the diner. I then happened to notice the word "potatoes", dollars signs, and various numbers scribbled all throughout the album.

Suddenly, he starts yelling at someone passing by from behind me. I turn to see just a pale skinned, light haired kid. Nonetheless, my uncle was suspicious the boy would try to steal from the place. A woman soon took the kid and dragged him away. Metrophanes apologized for his mistake, stating it was his job to be suspicious or something like that.

I then turned beside me, where I find several small hanger stands, a few with clothes, and others with various other accessories. I guessed that's what he was guarding

Anyway, my uncle spoke of it being his time to guard the door. So he ordered me to keep watch indoors, as I just "remembered" I worked there as well. I still had the photo album, which I took to a small table to look over again. But when I opened it up, I failed to notice these now contained Crispinus's previous drawings, or rather, comic, made clear by the panels and speech bubbles. This contained various colorful unknown creatures I assumed were Pokemon talking to each other. They spoke of some impending peril that befell their fellow. I seemed to think this was a creepypasta parody, which I found especially humorous.

Metrophanes then passed by, wondering what I was laughing on about. I showed it to him, though he was, as expected, confused on the matter. I noted it was indeed a very specific joke.

Not sure what else happened, but the dream ended soon enough.

Spoiler for Media References:

Azure Blue World - Sonic Adventure