lucid

1. I was in my car, driving down rayford road(a road near my house). Pat was in the passenger seat to my right. I had just driven over the railroad tracks when I noticed there was snow everywhere suddenly. Not far ahead of me there was a huge hill of snow right in the middle of the road. "Haha, it never snows here. I'm dreaming" I say out loud in an unsurprising tone. I continue driving though. "I should probably stop somewhere and park" I think to myself, "Nah this is a dream, Pat will be alright". I then open the driver door and hop out with the car still in drive. I'm now standing on the road. I look behind me and see my car still going, and it doesn't seem to be slowing down. I get off of the road and walk over to an area that seems to be snow-less. This certain area was full of bright green grass and strong thriving trees; completely void of snow. It's like mother nature left out a patch of fresh spring-like nature and forgot the snow.
I'm now walking through the grass. "I gotta maintain my awareness, like always" I tell myself. A few meters ahead of me there are two guys fighting, and they were going at it with full force. Suddenly the dream starts fading. "Haha, I got this" I tell myself as I go around touching things and using my 5 senses to re-stabilize. The dream is now stabilized once more and I continue on my adventure. I stop walking and look up into the sky. It's partly overcast and looks beautiful. It really feels like winter. I then remember that I've been trying to see this one girl in my dreams forever. I look up at the sky and yell out "[her name] where are you?". My voice echoes loudly across the sky. I look around waiting for her to appear, but she doesn't come. I knew that all I needed for her to show up was to put in a little more effort and expectation, but suddenly my attention was put on something else.
I started hearing music playing in my right ear. "Shit, I left my music playing when I fell asleep". I knew the song that was playing too; it was Atlas by Faux Tales. Here's where things didn't line up. I figured I would just take my right headphone out and try not to wake up. I became aware of my real body laying in my real bed and, with my right hand, slowly took out the headphone. The music stopped(After I woke up I realized that I was just experiencing another layer of my dream because I never brought my ipod to bed with my last night because it was dead). I started destabilizing, but easily re-stabilized. I then put my focus back entirely on the dream I was currently in and continued on.
"Lets actually go deeper this time" I told myself as I looked up into the vast sky once more. "Who am I?" I asked to the sky plainly. Suddenly the two guys that were fighting started yelling. I heard a voice replying back to me in the sky, but I couldn't make out what it was saying because of them. I decided to walk over to them. As I did, I noticed a floating mirror a little off to the right of them. I went over to it and was surprised by what I saw. In the mirror wasn't me, but instead, a random guy with long black hair that was kind of curly. "What in the fuck" I say out loud. Suddenly the reflection in the mirror started moving on its own. Seconds later this reflection grabbed the edges of the mirror and climbed out of it. The reflection of whoever I was, was now inside of the dream. "Who are you?" I asked him. "I'm the bad, evil version of you. Let's just leave it at that" he said while giving me a stern look.


2. I was standing on the side of a roof on a random house along with one other guy who seemed to be in his 30s. This house was made of wood and the wood was painted red; it reminded me of a farmhouse/barn. All around us there was a huge flood going on. Me and the guy next to me stood and watched as the water flooded the entire area. I somehow knew that we were 7 feet up off of the ground(we weren't on the very top roof, but a smaller, lower section of it). The water was quickly rising towards us. "We need to get higher up, real quick" I told the guy. "I know" he replied. I paused for a moment and looked all around me. It looked as though the town we were in was about to get engulfed by the ocean itself. The sky above us was partly cloudy and the clouds were orange. The sun was setting.
I saw a train not far from us still moving fast and going about its own business, taking whatever cargo it possessed. It was moving straight through the water with ease. "This could be a dream" I told myself as usual. However, before I could investigate that thought, I felt water touch my feet. I looked down and saw that the water was rising even faster before. "We need to move now" I told the guy. I turned around and saw a window right in front of me. There were no curtains or blinds so I could see directly into the house with no problem. Right beyond the window I saw 3 kids looking at me and the guy. "Open up the window!! Let us in please!!!" I yelled over the loud roaring flood. The kids just looked at us with a plain expression.
I decided that I didn't have time for them to wait around so I started hammering the window with my fist at full force. The guy next to me followed my actions. I cracked the window after a few hits and continued on. Only a minute later, we shattered the window and jumped inside. "Why didn't you guys open the window for us?" I asked the kids. They just looked at me with the same look as before, and after a few seconds they turned and walked away into the hallway of the house. I turned around and looked outside where we just were. The water seemed to stop rising. Disregarding the danger and destruction that the flood was causing, it still looked beautiful. I got out my phone to take a snapchat of where I was looking.

Night of January 2, 2016. Saturday.



In my dream, I am in a field on a sunny afternoon, just outside of the more utilized land of a farm. An unknown male walks along carrying an acoustic guitar, from my left to my right, getting slightly closer but not regarding me in any way.

Inside the guitar is Fox Mulder (David Duchovny from “The X-Files”) looking out through the sound hole and with his fingers (both hands) out and gripping the bottom edge of the sound hole. He looks slightly worried or perhaps is thinking of a way to get out without being noticed. I cannot be certain if he trusts the person carrying the guitar or not. There is no sound; just a sense of curious movement. There do not appear to be strings on the guitar, at least normally arranged, only because I have a clear view of Mulder’s face and his fingers.

This of course is beyond ridiculous; a real oddity. A human being could in no way fit inside a guitar, let alone be so effortlessly carried one-handed by another person (as the guitar moves in a way as it is being carried that would indicate no other weight inside it). However, it seems fairly likely that the guitar represents a casket in this particular case, especially as my father’s headstone has an engraving of a guitar on it, so this is probably a surreal rendering of my thoughts or concerns about mortality. Fox Mulder, highly skilled and having experienced the unexplained, is always “looking for answers” in a world of skeptics (who are often either wrong or instigating a coverup), much like myself on some levels. Since the guitar does not seem to have strings, that is another clue concerning mortality and the inability to “make music” (or to live).

I Had Quite A Few Dreams Last Night, Can't Tell If There Were 2 Lucid Dreams Or Just One, Either Way All That Matters Is That I Can Remember.

I Woke Up In My Dream Jumping Out Of Bed, However, Something Was Off. I Noticed I Was MUCH Smaller Than I Was Used To, So I Realized I Was Dreaming. I Decided To Get Out The House By Running And Phasing Through Walls, And Right Out The Door. I Went To Go Fly Straight Out, But I Couldn't. Maybe I Was Underestimating The Dream, Probably.

Anyways, I Was Back In, Looking At My Hands. They Looked Completely Normal, With The Exception Of Having A 6th Finger On Each Hand. I Tried To Distort My Hands, One Time Making My Hands Having 14 Fingers On Each Hand, Etc. Etc., You Get The Point, Basically, Distorting My Hands.

One Different Dream, I Remember A Mirror. I Went Into The Mirror, Spawning Things In There, Causing Things To Spawn On The Other Side. I Broke The Mirror, Which Led To The Mirror Being Accessable To Both Sides, Even My Mirror Side. It Turned Out The Mirror Actually Led To An Alternate Dimension In Which Everyone's The Same Gender, But Traits And Personality Are All Opposite.

My Mirror Self Ended Up Attacking Me, Which Led To Me Running Away To Come Up With A Plan. I Figured I Needed To Patch The Mirror, And Doing So Led All From The Mirror Side To Get Sucked Back In. In The End It Turns Out That Many Things Can Come From Breaking Mirrors In Dreams, Even If The Supersticion Isn't So Lucky.

Alright, That Pretty Much Sums It Up. Also, Happy New Year Everyone!

I had two dreams tonight, or at least two main ones which i wrote down. The first one was after 3 hours and a half after i layed down to sleep, it was at 4:50 AM. The second one ended when i woke up at 10:20 AM.

The first dream

I dreamt with Ned Stark, Jaime Lannister, The Imp, Bob Marley, some tribes from the west and some tribes from the east. There was a war going on, but we were like in a fortress or something like that. We weren't going to last in there so the imp planned to scape. We went to a backyard of a house and pulled some bricks up and we got in there. There were many bricks pulled up, some people needed 3, others 4, others 6. We all managed to cross the wall, but soonly after that, these people tried to make some money or steal it perhaps. There was like a game they were playing, that there were three pillows, and three lamps, and each lamp had to fall in a pillow and you had to gather as much lamps as you could, and after that you would get gold coins. So there was a lady, who looked like Claire Forlani, that was doing that. Suddenly she touches some dishes and a pile goes down to the floor and it makes a lot of noise. They scape soon through the wall method, they wanted to leave some light bulbs on the pillow but i take them all but one on each pillow, because otherwise it would have been looking suspicious. However they were turned on, and it was weird since they couldnt be turned off.

After that i found out some friends, Salva, Joako and Agu. (The scenery was like the pool of a town called Perdices). After that i found out that they listened to Bob Marley and i headed to shops. Then i find the courage to be free in streets (I was in prision before)[For things like this is useful to be lucid, you don't have any limit] and i head west. There i find western indians (which i think they actually were eastern). I meet a group and soon after a civil war of indians explodes. It was funny what they shot, but still dangerous. They have made bows and arrows out of toothpicks, and they were shooting that! Of course they had real bows and arrows but there were few of them, so i was more or less safe, but those others fabrications still could have hurt. While i was climbing a wall, and the indians were climbing trees in front of me, there was a periodistic interviewer asking me questions. I had to appear i didn't know anything so she didn't know i scaped [I should have asked myself, scaped from what?]. I answered the things she asked me until i had to answer something about a case of a business, a pencilcase. I was already at the top of the wall, in front of the indians who were at top of the trees, and i climb the wall completely and i go to the other side.


Then i dreamt about a cool dream, although short. I was in a field, very vivid landscape. I saw mountains a lake and a river. I thought to myself in that moment. I know now what i want to do in my life, travel and explore rivers. Know all the rivers in my country. I think i had a map in that moment and i saw many rivers and i decided that it would be an awesome trip. I was really happy with this decision i've made.

Second Dream

I was dreaming about playing my blue electric guitar in a classroom. The teacher was explaining something and writing things on the board. I left my other guitar on the board. So i got up and went to pick that guitar up, so the teacher could have the board free. I ended up talking with the secretary who was there.

Then i don't know how but i find myself in the rugby field. There were guitars there as well. And i soon leave. I walk the path outside the primary school, and i cross the street to secondary school. I head behind the bathrooms where there was a SUM, a big building for acts and those purposes. I didn't had to head there but i did. There were some guys calling me, they were older by an year. I went in the saloon, and i enter some new rooms there were built. I go to my right and a guy Juani takes me to the top floor. They had an asignment by one of the business teachers called Marescalchi, to show students how school was not to have fun, that was something grey and boring. But they never told me that, i found out by intuition i guess. So i was taken to the eighth floor. I saw around and it looked like a room of one of my mother's houses. Also it looked like an scenario which i dreamt before, once i was involved in a third world war. So I saw the place and we were going down again. I saw the elevator counting 8, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 or something like that. It skipped the number 7 because that floor or room was in the other tower. Juani was all the time without saying a word, like dead, but as soon as he saw his friends again he was alive again. Once i was down i headed to my left (where the other tower would be, but even more to my left). I saw a door and i opened it. The room had red walls and there was a guy called Mike, the librarian. He told me to enter, so i did, opening the door again. I went by and i suddenly was outside, and i was sinking in mud to my knee. He was telling me that there was certain people who complained about there. I told him that Martin called me but it was ok. I was looking around and found this door so i inspected it. But meanwhile i was thinking that i shouldn't be there, i mean i should be in the front of the saloon, not in the back. I came out through some rooms there where in the back of the saloon, that means i teletransported. This guy was still talking and i was thinking i should have done a Reality Check, even if he is speaking, no matter what he says [It turns out that most of the times i ask DCs if im dreaming they tend to lie to me, maybe because im not aware enough]. So i think it is still not late and i do a reality check, and i find out i am dreaming. I think that i should try to stabilize this dream because the story ended and soon i would wake up, there wasnt more fuel for the dream to go on. So i think about an "dream prolongation technique" (i thought at that moment something like dream dilatation and dream stabilization). I remain in the same place and i think, maybe dream yoga can help. I haven't read anything about dream yoga but i practice meditation daily so i was ready to do that in the dream, and maybe stabilize it and prolonge it that way, but i didn't manage to sit down that i woke up.

I tell this in dreamviews chat, 10 AM, and then i go back to sleep again.

In my third dream i was in the same scenario, hanging out with some friends. And suddenly i start running like wanting to play. And a friend calling Oti follows me, like wanting to hit me, but i see he teletransports himself. Soon after that i woke up. It is almost 2 PM.

30.12.2015

I'm About To Die (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m inside of a house with someone that looks oddly familiar, and it made me slightly melancholic over who it was, and what would happen later on. The atmospheric overlay of the dream was this blurry yellow that varied depending on the context of the dream, but things were still pretty realistic.

We’re navigating through a house, and we’re following someone who seems to want to sell it to us, or at least look around as prospective clients. I believe the person I’m with is wearing a yellow jacket with a dark orange shirt underneath, and some basic, blue skinny jeans. Her hair is tied up, and she seems to be fairly casual in her movements.

We’re at the backyard of the house, and I noticed there’s a map in front of us. It’s placed on top of this white stoned stand that’s maybe 3-4 feet tall. The color of the fences are brown, and there’s a few accessories outside, but I didn’t pay too much attention to them. I get closer to the map, and started to look at it, and it zooms in to where it’s covering my perspective in the dream. I can see all sorts of things from the bedrooms, the bathrooms, and just how spacious this house seems to potentially be for two people wanting to buy it.

I started to get weird sensations in my dream body that something ominous will happen. We decided to go inside quickly by opening the glass patio door with a black handle, and we’re finally inside one of the rooms that seems like a conduit to other sections of the house. The carpet seems to be this milky white color that’s saturated with the yellow/orange lighting of the house.

Naturally, one of us closes the patio door, and noticed one of the doors in front of us is moving sporadically near the golden-brown doorknob. She’s trying to reach out for the door to open it, but is hesitant, but gets tempted the more we have to wait. I’m standing still with my arms around my head looking at her, but not saying anything to her in fear that whoever is on the other side might hear us.

The tension augments, and her hand gets close and closer, but she keeps retracting. I hear doorbell ringing for a few times, but didn’t trust that this encounter would be friendly whatsoever. The girl unfortunately succumbs to opening the door, and out comes an entity wearing a yellow hoodie, and a Scream mask, and was at least 6’ to 6’ 5’’ tall.

I see their wielding something, and looks like it could be a long gun, shotgun, or even just a metal bat, but whatever the case, I started to panic. They look at the girl first, but I didn’t hear any gunshots, but I wasn’t able to even concentrate on her existence at all. I was more concerned over mine, and even though it was a dream, I could get over predispositions to want to assume a fetal position, and a state of helplessness. I just wanted to wake up, and even told the entity to just go ahead and do it. They’re looking down on me, but there isn’t an immediate reaction to shoot, or whatever mode of action of injuring me.

I just wanted to wake up…


Not in fear over what would happen, no, I'm not going to die in a dream. But more so of what happened to her, even if it may have been a symbolic representation of something else. Whatever it is, it's not good, and is probably something for me to be cautious for.

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30.12.2015

Running Away & The $120 Billion Dachshund (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream is convoluted in some circumstances, and this impression could be that I was shifting my perspective to other people, or something. I’m inside this grandiose educational facility that was revealed to be a rich, High School facility of some sort.

The first experience that comes to me is being inside of a dark room, but being able to see the auditorium on front of me through an open wall slit that’s about two feet in length, and 5-7 feet wide. I noticed that this area is probably the room for containing some of the musical instruments, and other accessories. I see that there’s some kind of function going on, but it doesn’t involve a lot of people.

There’s maybe 25-40 people taking a quick glance, and I noticed that I could be on show in front of these people. I can hear muffled sounds for a bit, and then it became a little clearer. The person outside of me would eventually have a Bill Nye type of visage, but there were several nuances later on that would make me think otherwise.

I feel that I need to escape this area, even though things seem peaceful at first. I just get a weird vibe that I should just get out of this place, but in a casual manner to prevent suspicions.

But, I go ahead and make a dash out of the room, and went to the left side of the auditorium to catapult myself upwards on the black set of stairs that stretch at least 50-60 feet diagonally. For some reason, I noticed one person sitting down casually with their arms pressed against the side of their stomach, and their hands coming together to clasp each other. He was Hispanic, bald, and had a thin goatee. He’s wearing a red worker shirt, and some black pants, and as I’m continuing to dash, he glances at me for a second in shock.

The audience seems to have their attention towards me now, but I didn’t care. I finally reach the top of a semi-dark room with a dim, white/yellow lighting on the top right side of me. As I’m preparing to plan my course of action, I figure that going straight down to the right was practical. At the onset of this, I hear someone telling me,

“Brandon, I have pictures from your profile/phone…” I stop for a moment with eyes wide open, and started to question if there was any inappropriate content, but I reconciled with myself once more that it’s nothing to worry about indirectly due to it being a dream.

I shifted back to being apathetic once more, but took a quick glance over to see the visage that matched the voice that declared this to me. It was a slightly obese, Hispanic female that I work with at the time with long, black curly hair. She’s wearing her worker uniform, and I’ll just nickname her MT for now. MT thinks said profession would have me tempted to give up, and she tries to look over when she’s like 150-200 feet away from me.

I continue moving forward, and notice more random dream characters show up, and all of them have realistic visages, and a believable existence so clear and crisp. I could see the detail of their shirts, the sub-surface scattering from where the white/orange lighting is the conduit in emitting it on their body.

For some reason, I think there was a rendezvous point to meet someone, but for most of the dream, it was me running for my own sake. I noticed other people were following me, but they weren’t after me, presumably. I continue running in varying degrees, and moving around in directions I can’t really have a mental map over. The first exit outside I see is to my right, and outside is just absolutely beautiful in spite of the bland setting the moment I step out.

For the first few 20 feet or so, there’s gray concrete along with some gray walls with no stylization to them; just a pasty looking appearance. There are a few fancy umbrellas in the middle of some tables with metal chairs stacked around them that were black barred, or had a gray metallic composition with some strong fabric for the seating and back rest.

I’m running, and aiming to go up, or down the stairs in this fairly long area of the environment. It leads to other areas inside, as if rooms were built underneath the natural landscape of the region that’s presumed to be a fall overtone.

At some point in the dream, I noticed there’s this girl that’s oddly familiar, and we’ll just nickname her AriW for now. AriW has her short hairstyle that seems to garner a lot of men her way to compliment, but this is just a characterization of her. She’s wearing this dark, golden leather jacket with this shirt that is a mix of red, orange, and black, and she’s wearing either light blue skinny jeans, or black ones.

She’s following me, and I felt a natural ease around her, but as I’m trying to escape, I noticed that she’s catapulting herself to latch onto my back. She starts to get obsessive towards me, and I can’t make out what she’s telling me. I just hear her giggles, and she had a strong resistance to hold me back.

I’m struggling to get her off of me, even though it wouldn’t have been difficult to continue running. Her bonding with me seemed way too strong, and it was an unsolicited one. I was going off of predisposition to deter away from her in spite of her attractive visage in waking life.

Unfortunately, in order to get her off my back, literally, I had to twist around, or something, and use my arms to grab some portion of her body, and throw her on the ground. She still maintains that fucking disturbing visage that I just can’t get out of my mind even after what I did to her; just an entity with no soul inside of her; like all she could do was have her eyes open, and the smile implanted into her visage.

The creepiness lingered on for a few seconds, and I reign in my sense of self, and managed to get out of this area. I noticed that I’m wearing a black shirt, and basic blue jeans at the moment, but the style may have fluctuated throughout the dream.


Now that this part was accomplish, the next event involves me looking inside that same auditorium, and this time, I think I’m in a spectate point of view where I don’t pay too much attention on whether or not I’m in my dream body. There’s this Plexiglas that’s rectangular, and is around 10 feet tall, and 15-20 feet wide. There’s someone inside that’s being treated like this circus freak for some reason.

Things become equivocal in the dream in relation to the context of what’s going on. There’s this bald man that’s wearing this fancy gray dress jacket and pants, and a red dress shirt with a white collar of some sort, and a jet black with a mélange of blue tie. He has this position where he is upright, and is blabbering on about the subject inside the Plexiglas container.

The person inside seems to be a dimwit; completely devoid of any cognitive ability that indicates that he has some kind of awareness over what’s going on. All he’s staring at is this thin bordered green rectangle in front of him that’s probably 12 inches tall, and 15 inches wide. There’s a holographic vibe to it, and the more he presses it, it emits this voom, woom sound that’s pulsating. He seems to enjoy doing this, and how he gets out is very contrived.

The man that was outside somehow got his way into the Plexiglas container, and was probably going to do some maintenance for either the person, or the container itself. There’s this piece of paper that has this small cut at the edge, and there’s random black font around it. There’s a green strip at the opposite edge of it, and for some reason, I think putting the piece of paper near the green rectangle can activate something. And I don’t know who’s doing it, but it’s being done, and there’s a gap that’s being opened up to where the seemingly incompetent dimwit is holding it, and maintains a position where his hands are holding both sides of the paper, and he bends his knees to where he dolphin dives his way out of the container.

He somehow runs and escapes, and everyone starts to panic a bit, but he’s no threat. The man that was inside quickly came outside to profess a manhunt for this individual. And he brings out some documentation, or check, and he professes that this “dog” is actually worth $120 billion dollars.

I zoom in on the check/documentation, and it’s at least $120,607,XXX,XXX. It looks like a cashier’s check now that I think about it more, and the guy is offering $50 billion dollars that would be divided in 2 if anyone can capture this individual.

I decided to dissipate from the environment, and felt there wasn’t much meaning to it at all.

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30.12.2015

Tutorial/Model Melanged Together (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m looking at a tutorial I made in real life, and navigated through the video only to realize I’m also capable of rotating the model at will.
Woah.

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30.12.2015

Wearing Underwear At The Shrimp Store (DILD)NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So, I and a few people have intentions to go out somewhere, specifically the shrimp store for something. I had a feeling it would be a section from a larger retail store similar to one I work at. It was nighttime in the dream, and things felt pretty realistic, but I had some assurance that it’s merely a dream. I noticed that I was paying attention to my body more without even looking at it; there was just these feelings coming out for me to pay attention to my body, but I shrugging it off.

We end up going inside the large grocery retail store, and proceeded to go to the shrimp store, presumably. We had to sit around for a bit, and the people I was with were probably gone. I noticed that as I’m lurking around the area randomly, there’s this guy that looks like one of my previous boss’s boss at another store that I’ll nickname Veg for now. He’s wearing a light blue dress shirt, and has the same bald spot as ever, and is looking at me funny like I’m doing something funny.

He picks up his phone, which prompts me to want to pick up mine, and I noticed that he’s trying to call me, but there’s some difficulty. So I get close to him, and tried to structure a query of what he felt was peculiar about me. He was on his laptop going through YouTube videos of Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds parodies, and had a playlist of “Things to say to Yu-Gi-Oh! Card traders” or something like that.

I see an image of Yusei Fudo in one of the thumbnails with his face at an angle towards the bottom left corner of the screen, and with the movement of his visage, it’s like he’s moving fast, or something with huge eyes trying to drawing a card for exaggerated theatrics.

Then, something came over me, and I realized that I was only wearing underwear, and maybe some long boots. I felt awkward, but the dream characters didn’t mind. I believe I called someone to tell them that I’ll be going inside the car for the time being until they’re done, which they didn’t mind.

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30.12.2015

Too Early For Work (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So, I’m inside a store again, and this feels like a continuation of the previous dream. It’s morning time, and I feel that I need to arrive to work around 11:15AM or so. I start doing things around the store, but nothing related to working at all. I’m walking around with a blue shirt, and brown pants, and I noticed a co-worker, that I’ll nickname ShaP, who tells me that they’re a little t
Naturally, I look down, and they’re kind of saggy, and don’t really feel tight at all. She starts professing other stuff in this trailing voice as if she’s really into me. I shrug this off, and get pissed off at her apprehension for personal reasons that I rather not talk about. I move on, and turn around to get away from her. Then, I realized that I work at 12PM instead, and quickly ran to the nearest person that could be in a similar position as I am.

I see it’s the short girl that should be a cashier in waking life, and she’s holding the iPhone with the scheduling for co-workers. I try to tell her about this, and she seems pre-occupied with things, or maybe is flustered with people coming towards her for help, and other inquiries. I try to tell her several times again, but gave up, and presumed she got it.

I go outside while feeling ShaP is still glancing over me, which is really different than the other dream above this one where I thought we were going to die. Ugh.

So, I go outside to my car, and decided to start it while thinking of where I could go for the time being.

Well!

Since I've last updated my DJ, I've only had one lucid dream. It was during a nap, which occurred after a night of only 4 hours of sleep. It was a few weeks ago. The nap wasn't long at all - maybe 25 minutes - but apparently it was still sufficient for my body to go into REM sleep.

I don't remember much about it now, due to poor note-taking on my part (hence why I've resolved to get better! see below). But what I do remember is this: Some other people and I were going to go into the "belly of the beast". We went inside the stomach of this monster. Inside, there was a whole world. Aside from a short period of time, it didn't really feel like we were inside of something.

There was a ghost inside one of the chambers. It was green and vaguely hominid, but cartoony. I remember it singing in a haunting voice. It came closer to me and grabbed me, but oddly enough I wasn't afraid. Just entranced. It started dancing with me, swirling me around this chamber inside of a beast, and I remember thinking there was something very beautiful about that. Apparently my heart was racing too quickly out of exhilaration, because I woke up after that. My body was still in sleep paralysis when I woke up, so I kept it there, not moving at all. I tried to go back to sleep, but despite being able to stay paralyzed I wasn't able to get to sleep again.

Then I had to wake up and take a final. D:
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Now I have resolved to get better. I've bought a new dream journal for my bedside - a 90 page spiral notebook. I had a mini composition book, and that was too small for me to record everything without having to turn pages in a sleepy fog. It didn't go over well. This one, though, is a lot nicer, and it has anchors on the front of it, so I can prepare to sail on the sea of dreams.

Last night's dreams are as follows. Unfortunately, they were all mild to moderate nightmares of some sort. -_- And they weren't lucid. On the bright side, I woke up after each and was able to record them!

1. I was with my dad at an airport (possibly - it was some sort of public transportation, most likely an airport). He was in a rush and getting angry at me for getting too slow. Then, I was with this other girl. (Never seen her before in real life) She was in a rush, too. I knew that she would also get angry if I was late. But I kept forgetting and dropping stuff. At one point, I lost a suitcase completely. She was getting angrier by the minute. There simply wasn't enough time for me to keep up with her.

2. I was living in this house/shack. There were a few people living there, supposedly the same religious faith as me, who were doing drugs in the house. (Drugs aren't exactly okay for my church!) One of them was a man. I don't remember who the others were. They spoke of a red-eyed ghost cat who lived in the basement of the house, but I didn't believe them until I went downstairs. And there it was, staring directly at me. Looked kind of like Bunnicula in cat form. I freaked out, hardcore. (This is funny because I actually love cats in the waking world. Just apparently not ghost ones.) Aaaand then I woke up.

3. I was inside of this large, white, tower-like structure. A green forest surrounded me. I was trying to get away from a group of "bad guys", as my sleep-fogged notes say. I am not sure why they were bad or what they were trying to do. It was very difficult, nearly impossible, to evade them. I somehow managed to lose my (left?) shoe and my insole to that shoe. It floated up into the air and I couldn't get it. My younger sister, standing on a platform a short ways above me, caught it and gave it back to me.

A few more things happened (mainly being chased) that are too fuzzy right now for me to recall. Then, someone made a joke about God and Adam (or some ancient prophet? idk) being converted to the gospel. That someone looked a lot like this guy Zach from back in high school (on my sports team).

I don't remember exactly when, but I believe that I woke up sometime during a chase scene.

And that's it.
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As an aside, I really hope this next semester doesn't kill me. -_- Last semester was exhausting and I didn't get enough sleep. This coming semester I'm only taking 12 credits, but I'm trying to apply for a major that only accepts 40-45% of its applicants, and I've got a lot of work to do in order to get my portfolio to an acceptable level. We will see what happens.

To anyone who may have actually managed to read this entire thing: Hope you have a wonderful day.

FINALLY A LUCID DREAM

Okay, so. I was at this weird building, planning a rebellion of some kind. Which sounds weird, but I love stories of rebellions against an oppressive system, so I read books about it a lot and, as a result, dream about this a bit often. Anyway, it was an empty building, no windows, no furniture. It wasn't complete, as if the construction crew just left one day and never came back.

We could see outside and there was a strong storm going on. We were arguing over... something. To be honest, I wasn't too involved in the planning. I was definitely me, it wasn't a 3rd person POV kinda dream, but I was basically watching my DCs argue.

Then the storm got more violent and our roof was gone. That's when I took charge. There was another building connected to ours, so I shoved people at the stairs and kept telling them to GO GO GO NOOOOWWW and some of them went without a second thought. A few others went, but stopped and said "what about you?" and I was actually quite calm. I dream a lot of tornadoes and tsunamis, and they never hurt me. I told them I'd be fine.

So they all went to the other building, I followed them. Somehow, the building kinda... broke and went down. We all survived, though, cause dream logic. However, the ground was completely flooded. The streets were like rivers, but we found a place above the water. We gathered and were discussing where we should go, and that's when we heard the shouting. I looked around me and saw that one of the "rivers" had hundreds of people being dragged and drowning.

I told the people I was with that I had to do something about it. They tried to stop me, but I jumped into the water. Right when a huge wave was coming. I was underwater and I held my breath, but I couldn't reach the surface. I couldn't hold my breath anymore, so I gave up. I decided it'd be better if I just took a deep breath of water and died fast.

And that's when nothing happened. I took a breath and there was no water in my lungs. I could breathe just fine. I laughed cause I realised I had been dreaming the whole time. Considering nothing was real, I got myself to the surface in no time. I could feel that I was about to wake up, so I knew I had to get the TOTM done.

I looked around and everything was already destroyed by the strong winds and the water. This actually got me sad, since the point of destroying the world is causing all that chaos yourself. Still, I figured I could explode the whole planet, which could be fun enough. I focused on a huge bomb coming down from the sky. There was a flash of light in the horizon. And everything blew up.

And I woke up.

My dream was too much moving so it was a bit difficult to describe, a picture is more easy

D1 - A man with black hair and glasses and a long tan trench coat (he plays villain in a lot of my dreams, he's ok at it), is at a counter trying to pretend to be somebody else to get money or something. The worker, an old man round man with white hair and spectacles is dealing with him.
He starts to give the villain a phone number and is half way through when I use mind control thinking "no no..don't do it!" He stops in his tracks realising this man may not be as genuine as he thought. The man gets very agitated and starts to kick off. He somehow manages to get hold of something and leaves.
Outside is a cobblestone street and shops and some houses, leading to a archway into a courtyard. There are lots of general public about but I notice a load of school girls in brown uniforms. I use mind control to take them over and set them after the villain. He is accousted in the courtyard and they drag him away with little fuss, there are lots of them
I get them to hurt him but then a part of me wakes up to the fact that I shouldn't be hurting dream characters as they are a part of myself.
With this new intent I re-enter the dream and find the villain escaping down a tunnel leading to the subway. He disappears round a corner, so I use telekinesis to drag him out. He comes flying out. At this point I get lucid, everything feels different and lighter. The guy who looks slightly different now comes at me Oo. I freeze up a bit but have the courage to try and hug my mad(?) assailant. His expression changes ansd he opens his arms to hug me breifly but then lucidity and the dream fade.

D2 -Outside my parents house (as it was many years ago) my brother is in the garden at night. Inside the lights are on. The fuel storage has been set a light by me. I realise inside is also stored framed photographs of the schoolgirls with somekind of official form and signature. I put ourt the fire and hope the damage is not to great though I can see some are burnt round the edges :/

D3 - At school I have not prepared the kids properly for some kind of school performance. Other teacher is running through some basic routine, I am planning on being off sick. Class run through basic routine but their is some swearing.

Date: 28 Dec

A typical chase-run scenario - it's been a while since I had one of these. With this one, not so much being chased but rather running away. At the old place, menacing DCs coming, I jump out the window, land on the neighbors' porch, grab some food and take off again. I continue running and flying at top speed in the neighborhood, passing by houses and yards. My awareness gradually increases and while I'm flying around this interesting old looking red building, I begin to tell myself that I'm dreaming. Now, I also find myself circling around the building while using the sticky fingers technique to hold myself to the surface. Yes, definitely dreaming.

I remember the first part of the mantra, the basic totm which was to laugh in front of a DC. There's only buildings and trees around so I fly ahead to reach the street where I spot a weirld looking DC. He's the unpleasant overly active to mildly aggressive DC type. Couple more DCs appear near us and I send him to the side to interact with them instead. I come across a tall handsome Swedish looking guy with ear-length blond hair. I make a mental note of his appearance. Ok, task time already - I announce to him that for this totm I will have to laugh like a crazy person. He waits in expectation as I laugh out loud in a manner that sounds very unnatural. This doesn't seem to impress him much and he just keeps looking at me with a blank expression. I think about the other tasks but the dream thins out and I wake up.

Date: 22 Dec

A nld scene with classmates and unknown DCs. Later the unknown DCs cause tension.

As the DCs keep looking me in the eyes, I begin to realize that I am dreaming. I examine them in greater detail, now fully convinced. I tell them this and start to control them, making them look happier and make them loudly express their excitement.

We are in the living room now. I recall the phone task, look to the side, where there is a black home phone, a slightly older model. I ask it to ring, it does so a couple of times, then pick it up. The first try it's just the normal ready to dial sound. I hang up being confident that somebody will start talking soon and repeat the ringing, pick up again. This time it's my mom trying to lecture me about something that I'm not doing the way I should be. I feel a bit disappointed but make a mental note of it anyways.

End of memory. Other dreams.

I had a whole adventure that I don't recall in some sort of dungeon and it ended in a strange dark warehouse, and that's when I woke up. I looked at my alarm clock, it was very early so I went back to sleep. Suddenly I find myself standing in the same spot in the same warehouse where my dream ended and I said "Am I dreaming? I'm dreaming!" and without thinking about it (as if by instinct) I turn around and look outside through the high windows, and I just jump up and fly straight through the roof.
I was flying across a landscape that wasn't particularly interesting, and I remembered what I wanted to ask.. I say "What is the next step for me to take in my life?" Suddenly, I shoot forward REALLY fast, like a bullet or something, and I thought "I'm being taken to the answer" But everything starting fading to black while I was still moving forward and I knew I was waking up, so I tried spinning around, but it was too late, I woke up.

I'm at my house on a dark and snowy night. I hear a roar and look outside and to my surprise, there's a lion perched on a low-hanging tree branch in the backyard. It roars some more and I think, how can this be possible? A lion in these parts? It must be a dream. I look down at my hands. Everything is fuzzy and hard to see. I spin to try to stabilize, then start calling her name. "Where are you, ___? Then, people appear before me and at first I think one of them is her, but it's not. They are men and women dressed as characters from the bible but they are cartoons. I ask them, where is ___? "We haven't seen her in years," they reply. I was frustrated. Then, the dream zooms out across an ocean where a cartoon fish sticks its head up from under the water and says, talking to her, "You know, ___, you have to learn to swim before you learn to fly"(or something like that). Then I lose it and wake up.

So... like the millionth summoning fail. Unless you count the bible cartoon characters I summoned, or maybe they just appeared, I don't know.

First dream

Made some MILD preparations before falling asleep.

I was in school. The place was a deformed mix of my current and previous schools. It was really crowded, and there were many persons I haven't seen for a long while. I was going to a classroom when one of the teachers stopped me. I haven't really listened to him, but he seemed angry for some reason. Then I sat on a bench near the classroom. My friend appeared shortly after, and asked me if I'm leaving school quicker this day. I immediately went to ask my older sister about it, but she didn't had time for me. I went to a cloakroom, and opened my locker.

I realised that this is a dream. I phased my hand through the locker as a RC, then I left the school. Going through doors out of school, I was teleported to a crypt. The way back was blocked by a wall, there was a small candle giving faint light. I could see stairs going upward. On the second floor I saw three different doors - to the left they were dark brown, and had small windows. I couldn't see anything through the glass. Doors in front of me were somehow nondescript, and to the right there were heavy, metal doors. It was really dark, so I said "Brighten up." and everything slowly went brighter. Suddenly it turned dark again, and I could feel someones presence. I saw red eyes appear everywhere. Something hit me in my leg and I started to punch and kick aimlessly, hitting something a few times. Then I woke up.

Second dream

My father got a call that someone wants to buy some resources. We took a car and drove to the city, to a spot whre we were supposed to meet with client, but there was nothing but fields.

I did it!!! I think. Haha.

Here's the dream:

I'm collecting something? Searching through a pile of trash. I'm acting out a part for a kid at a festival. I don't have to - but I want to.

I'm repeating the same puzzle over and over. There's a shower I keep trying to take, but my teammates are there and they make fun of me while I'm naked and it embarrasses me.

Then, I'm on a different level and we have to complete certain challenges. There's a magazine at the beginning of the level that is full of Tenchi Muyo information. It talks about a second Tenchi Muyo movie, which I think is stupid. I flip through the pages quickly, admiring the art. My team loses because I'm distracted.

The next round, I'm determined to redeem myself. I run past a Charr (guild wars 2 race) and hop onto platforms like a jumping puzzle. I reach a point where I enter a room that is hot pink and glowing. My friends from high school are there.

I get lucid. My friends and I talk excitedly about dreaming and how we are all sharing a dream. They tell me the room is a different color for each of them. One of them who I am fighting with in waking life hugs me and it makes me intensely uncomfortable.

I rub my hands to stabilize the dream and add clarity. I remember The Dreamcatcher Society and decide I want to try it out. I'm reluctant because I'm attached to the current dream plotline but I don't know when the next time I'll be able to try this is.

I walk over to the wall where there is a white panel. I slide it to the side and there is a door behind it. I push through.

The room I end up in looks like an old Englishman's study, with and old couch and two armchairs and the whole room is lit by a fireplace which is where the door I just walked through is. My dad and his siblings are all sitting on the seats around the room. I can't tell if we are in a castle or not, but I keep going with it.

I go to the coffee table in the middle of the seats. It's very cluttered with books, magazines, and other objects. There is a small flask which looks like a glass potion bottle. I pick it up and drink it.

It tastes AWFUL. Sour, smells like bad chicken broth, and there are chunks of I don't know what. Luckily, it's only a shot's worth.

My dad is talking the whole time but I can't understand him - it's like Charlie Brown's teacher.

I look over to the wall and walk to it. It's another panel. I push it to the side and walk through the secret door. It's another room, exactly like the one I just walked from, except no one is in it. It's very quiet. I'm supposed to find something about myself that I didn't know before, so I start looking around.

I find a small hallway. Through it I step into a room that has a small old CRT television playing a cartoon that reminds me of coyote and roadrunner from Looney Toons. The story is incoherent and keeps going from one weird thing to the next. I don't think it's what I'm looking for, so I leave this room and go into another.

In this room, there is a Vietnamese woman standing at a desk working a sewing machine with a pile of clothes next to her on the table. The room is lit fluorescently, much different than the warm light of the study before.

When I get close to her, she turns to me and starts speaking to me. It's English, but I still can't understand her. I listen anyway and keep looking at her.

She finishes, I leave the room and decide to run down the hallway. Immediately it feels like there are two demon dogs chasing me. I can hear barking behind me and the hallway around me is getting dark and I'm scared.

I tell myself to wake up and I do.

think it counts?