lucid

Old Dream from 4-27-07

Dream 4 (very mini lucid):

I was in the gym with Barb. She got a black notebook out and started to show me something.

BLAM...I was suddenly lucid. I knew the gym hadn't looked right. But before I could actually do anything I woke up.

here is last night's dream for you

So I'm in this store here in town, at the mall. I think i was at The Bay. It's a big department store that sells a little bit of everything. I was waiting in line to pay for my stuff when this guy comes up to me and strikes up a conversation. I thought he was a decent enough guy and he was tellin me about his life, saying he was going to leave town and just leave it all behind. Then he asks me if I want to keep his car, and of course, I say "sure", being the gullable idiot that I am sometimes (in real).

So we leave the store after I pay for my goods and he takes me to this car. It's a white car that is the same make and model as mine but it was a little messy on the inside. So I get in this car and he gives me the key. I try to start it but it was having some issues. "It needs some gas" he said. "I just ran out on my way here". So he thanks me for taking his car off his hands and "I'm happy to see it's in the hands of a good owner". 'OK great' I think, thinking of what I"m going to do with this thing. Do I sell it? Do I keep it? I figured it was a good car for parts for my own car, not that it's falling apart or anything, but it does have a pretty bad dent in one of the quarters.

"One thing though," he said. "Do you mind if I have a look at your car?"

"Sure" I say. So I take him over to my car and show him that it's the same make and model as his, but it's in much better condition.

"Wow what an awesome car this is!" he exclaims. I thought, 'It's nothing special.. same thing u got..'

"OK great!" he said. He leaves. I went back in the mall as I had a few more hours of browsing/shopping to do. It's late by the time I'm done and i come out of the mall. It's close to closing time and there is hardly anyone in the parking lot. So I walk over to his car and try to start it. I look at the gas guage in his car and see that it still has a little gas in it. 'Funny I didn't notice that' I think to myself. Then I start searching his car for any treasures he might have left behind, and that's when I start to find drugs. 'Uh oh'. My first thought turns to.. this is a hot car.

So I pull the drugs out of his car, as it was just some weed, and I walk over to my car. 'Well there's a problem with that car, but maybe I can have it towed and use it for parts to replace the panel on my car' I think. Then as i walk to my car I start to imagine what I could replace in my own car to make it better. I imagine the panel being on my car and being dent free. I've had the dent in my car for quite some time in real, and in my dream I thought it would be so awesome to have my car nice looking again. The only problem with his car is that it was white and mine is green. 'oh well, I'll get it painted' I think. So I get into my car and hmmm.. for some reason the key won't work on the door. I get quite confused about this and I don't know what's going on. I decide to get in through the passenger side and unlock the driver side door, which worked.

I get in my car and insert the key and turn it. Now MY car was having problems starting. I couldn't figure out what was going on, till I notice the gas guage. It was dead empty. 'Oh god, what the hell?' I think to myself.

INSERT: In a previous dream fragment I had last night, at the very end of my dream, i remember putting a bunch of gas in my car.

So here I am wondering why I'm out of gas. 'I just put some gas in it! I should have a quarter tank at least!' I thought. Thankfully there is a gas station that is in the same parking lot as the mall and it was only 20 or 30 feet away from where I was parked. Great I think, as I pull into the gas station. I go inside the station and talk to the addendant there. "I need to put in $10" I say. We had a short chat, and I asked her how does gas just suddenly disappear from the gas tank like that?

"Maybe someone siphoned your gas out" she says.

"nah that's impossible, who would do that in a parking lot outside a busy mall" I say. But I go back to my car and put the gas in. As I'm pouring the gas, I think, damn I think she's actually right. I couldn't think of any other possibility. There was definitely not a leak in my gas tank. Then my thoughts go back to the guy who gave me his car. 'Something very fishy is going on here' I think. Then I started looking at my own car. It was a mess. I could see in through the window that someone had been inside my car and threw a bunch of garbage in there. My thoughts immediately turn to my guns, which are usually stored in the trunk of my car. Ohhhh shit.

I finished putting fuel in my car and was about to get in, when I hear "HEY" from a few feet away. I turn to look, and there was the guy that gave me his car, with a possey of friends with him. Ohhhh double shit.

"I want my car back" he said.

"Yeah, about that," I retorted. "Your car won't start, it's fucked. I don't know what's up with it." I started adding everything up. The guy had obviously stolen the car and left it there in the parking lot as it had died. These guys were obviously drug dealers and they needed to get rid of some sort of.. "evidence".. pawning it off to me.. some innocent guy.

"Yeah," he said "That's why we're here. We're taking your car. Give me the keys" My thoughts turned back to my guns. What do I do? Give him the car? But if I do my guns are in the trunk, and I could be in BIG shit for that. Also, do I get my gun out of the trunk of my car and defend myself? I can feel an attack coming on.

"You're not getting my keys" I said. "This is my car. you can have yours back.. i don't want it"

"Oh it's too late for that, you've seen what's in there. We need your car now"

"No" I said. I tried to get into my car. My adrenaline was pumping and my hands were shaking.. I couldn't get the key into the door lock. I always lock my doors when I fill up my car. Bad habit, I guess. No sooner did my attempt to get in my car fail, one of his buddies started heading towards me. He was a fairly stalky dude and I knew I would have a hard time defending myself. I'm not the strongest guy in the world and I hate fighting.. I freeze up and I generally get my ass kicked in every fight. 'Oh what I would give to have my sword with me right now' i think. In real, I bought a very nice sword, 36'' blade. It is a replica of a 14th century military sword used by soldiers in the english army. I bought it specifically for home defense.

So the guy comes up to me and grabs me. I was wishing I had just told the guy to fuck off to begin with, but wishing wasn't going to change the situation I was in now. The guy was punching my chest and tried to tackle me from behind. During this I managed to pull my phone out. I got it unlocked and got the dialer open. I was trying to dial 911 when the guy put his leg around my mid section. A moment of brilliance hit me and I pulled my legs up and kicked his knee out. I was now on top of him, and we were both falling to the ground. I remember the fall being in slow motion, the whole way down i thought, 'this is going to be really bad for him'. My head was directly in front of his face. We hit the ground and I made a strong point of smashing the back of my head right into his face as his head slammed against the pavement.

Sure enough I knocked him out cold. I had enough time to dial 911. Then one of the other guys came up to me and slapped my phone out of my hand. It landed on the ground but it was too late, it was already dialed, and the line was open. Now all I had to do was wait for the cops to show up and I would be OK. I pushed the guy away and tried to talk to my attackers, especially the guy I was originally dealing with. He was standing in the background. I yelled out "why are you doing this to me? what did I ever do to you? I'm just some stranger to you!"

"You were in the wrong place at the wrong time" he said. At this point they managed to get my car keys away from me. They all walked up to my car. I was still talking to them. The guy that I had faceplanted into the ground got up and went to the car as well. "You're a fucking idiot man" he said. "What kind of retard accepts a car from a perfect stranger".

"I felt bad for you man.. I took the car off your hands because I thought you needed to get rid of it and had no where else to go"

"Well, sucks to be you right? Let this be a lesson for next time"

I looked at his buddies. I looked at the guy that just attacked me. I gave him the motion that I was pumping a pretend shell into a pretend shotgun, and pretended to point my pretend gun at his head. I pulled the pretend trigger. I wanted to let him know that if I were armed, I would have blasted his face off where he stood. Of course I wouldn't do this in real, as it's just a car, and even tho they attacked me, I believe in trying to turn a person around first, but still I was pissed, and dreams are a little less controllable than real.

I looked at the group of them again, thinking, I had just put gas in my car, and then had to put more in. "I just filled my car too.. and one of you fuckin assholes siphoned the gas out didn't you?" One of his buddies looked at me. He was a total white G wannabe. Crooked hat with the flat brim, the half pulled down pants, a total idiot.

"heheh.. hehehe.. i guess I did eh?" he said "thanks for filling it again asshole. Heheh.. hehehe.." They all piled into my car. 'Oh god my guns..' I thought. Then the magic happened. He tried to start my car but the key wouldn't turn. I could hear him inside trying to jiggle my key but it just would not turn. 'What the hell?' I thought. I looked at the key I had in my hand. It was my own car key, on the old chain he had given me. The key he thought belonged to my car was actually the key to the car he had stolen. You see, I have what they call a master key for my car. I can open the door and turn the ignition to 33% of all the cars in north america that are the same make as mine. I realized this in my dream. "Oh, shit".. I thought.

The guy got out of my car. "Ok, why won't this fucking thing turn!" he said. "You still got the key to your car asshole!" I had a smile on my face. I ran back to his old car hoping I would be able to start it. I had quite the head start on him and by the time I got to his old car, sure as SHIT the key opened the door. I got in and locked the door. I knew it would only be a matter of seconds before his buddies surrounded the car and smashed the windows to get in and get at me.

Just as they surrounded the car, suddenly a huge force of police showed up. Apparently the gas station attendant had been on the phone with them, and my cell phone recorded the whole mess to the guys at the 911 call centre. These guys were fugatives and there was quite the police force there. Swat, police, canadian secret service, the whole 9 yards. 'Thank the Lord' i thought, smiling.

"YOU GUYS ARE FUCKED NOW!" I yelled out from inside the car. I could see the look on buddies face that tried to screw me over. I could see the one thought in his mind, 'Oh shit'. The police took them down hard. They were all laying on the ground, with shotguns and pistols pointed at them. They had gotten themselves into a lot of trouble, and I guess by fucking with me they fucked with the wrong guy.

So I started talking to one of the officers and I was so happy I was almost in tears. I wanted to hug the guy and and just take a few moments relishing in the fact that they had showed up. These fuckers were taken down. Then came the 9 degree grilling you would get from so many different enforcement services.

"Do you have guns in your car?" he asked. Funny for that being a first question, but I am an honest guy, and I have nothing to hide. My guns are registered to me and I obtained them legally.

"Yes, yes i do" I said. I showed him my firearms license. He looked at me and nodded, gave me back my license. We went to the trunk of my car and I pulled out my guns. I nooded and patted me on the back when he saw they had trigger locks on them.

"I commend you for your self restraint son" he said. The mess was over. My car was mine again. Somehow it was parked again close to where the white car was. Dreams are dreams, afterall. So I was delusional and walked up to what I thought was my car. I opened the trunk to get at my guns and I started pulling out all kinds of garbage and sheets upon sheets of plastic. 'WTF' I thought. After a while, I realized it wasn't my car i was digging through. There was garbage all over the ground and all around the car after I spent a fair amount of time digging through it. 'Holy shit look at all this crap. these guys were fucking slobs' I thought. I stopped digging and wondered what I actually could have salvaged off the car. I looked at the wheels. They seemed way to small to fit my wheels. then I started looking at the car's body. It was covered in rust and had little dents and scratches all over. This car was in really bad shape, much worse shape than my car is in. So I thought 'better not mess with any evidence', and walked back to my car. I started it up and drove home.

On my way home I started thinking of what might have happened if those guys hadn't been caught. I imagined myself half way home and being stopped by the guy I pretended to shoot with my pretend shotgun. I imagined his buddies grabbing me and beating me up and shooting me. Druggies like that don't like to be messed with. 'Well I'm glad they were caught' I thought to myself..

The Dream started with me walking through this sort of tunnel, but what was weird was that the colors were all out of wack. The floor which probably should have been black and white was black and some shade of purplish blue that I am sure only exists in outer space. The hall is seemingly endless and is lined on both sides by doors that I guess are supposed to be white but all the colors are messed up so it is that same purplish blue that is on the floor tiles.
I walked up to a random one and opened it and there was Santa and his sleigh (although because the colors in this dream were all out of wack his outfit was blue along with the sleigh). He was sitting there looking at the Sleigh puzzled and then he sees me and asks if I can help. Apparently one of the runners on the sled have an issue and he is too fat to slide underneath it to fix it. At this point I use lucid powers to give myself my trusty tool box and set it down next to the sled. The next thing I did was I changed the color of everything to normal (because i can't take a blue and green Santa Claus seriously) and go underneath the sled. What makes the sled weird though is that it looks more like the underside of a car. It has an exhaust pipe/jet thingy that apparently propels it although I will note that it looked very much like the underside of my old car. I found the runner in question that was loose and asked Santa to pass me a socket driver with a 14mm socket on it (which was a guess) and i tightened the bolts on the bottom and asked if it had any other problems. He then told me it also needed an oil change and told me it took the same socket I had used to tighten the sleigh. I asked him for my 3/8th ratchet and the 1/2-3/8 adapter for it (in real life my socket driver is 1/2 inch and the ratchet that i found worked best for getting the oil pan bolt off the car was a 3/8). The oil pan was easy to find because it was basically like my old car underneath the sleigh. I asked if he had a pan or something to let the oil into and he said no just let it run on the floor.
When I undid the oil pan bolt this hot liquid came out of it that smelled sweet. Almost like some kind of syrup (although it LOOKED like drain oil). Because I figured it was a dream and the worst that could happen is I die and wake up in my bed, I tasted the stuff and it was about the consistency and temperature of hot fudge like you put on ice cream only it tasted like marzipan. After all of it seemed to drain out I put the bolt back on and got out from under the sleigh. I noticed then that santa had this old looking oil can....like the ones they had in the 50s that were the size of a can of coffee, and was pouring it into the engine. I was about to ask him what it was but at that point I heard the sound of the alarm and no matter how much I tried to stabilize the dream to ask Santa what on earth he was pouring into the engine and to see if he needed any more help nothing worked. Pretty soon the dream faded to white and I woke up.

I am in Korea with a friend (unidentifiable), and we are in a bar/restaurant/bowling alley. A pretty korean girl from another group comes to hang out with us. There is a language barrier, so my friend acts as a translator. We are communicating and getting along well. I try to say something to her in Korean. I have a strong attraction to this girl.

The restaurant closes at around 1am. I try to offer her girl a ride home, but she declines and goes with her friends. We then go to another area where it is a shopping mall, it is now daytime. While still in the car, I notice that this girl is in this area with her friends doing some shopping. I tell my friend to park the car so we can follow her. This is when I realize that I am in a dream. I do the nose plug reality check and confirm. I thought to myself, and even told my friend, I am not going to get overly excited. My friend tries to park the car in an empty parking lot (looked like a parking lot of an asian super market) but continuously fails, he keeps going out of the lines and then keeps whirling around in circles. I felt like it was slowing me down and I had to go meet this girl. So I tell him to stop the car and I get out. I go to look for her. I go into a department store like Sak's and go on the escalator. after going up and down several floors on the escalator my dream ends.

I think this may have been my first WILD.

I panicked.
Having entered the dream world, I did something incredibly rude in the first few "seconds" I was there. I had accidentally cut off some guard's head.
I didn't mean to do it.
I just wanted to talk to them about something and when they opened the heavy door, I automatically slammed it on the guy's neck. Apparently, he could also change into a black cat.
Of course, that was also headless.
I thought about walking in there and explaining that I didn't mean to do any of that, but I could feel the animosity and knew I had to get out there. So, I jumped up and flew. For some reason, something was keeping me down. I thought it was the area with all its animosity, but it was probably my own inexperience with flying. When I'm mad, I tend to gain a lot of determination and motivation (and I'm not a very motivated person), so after that the flying was quite simple.
I just knew I had to get out there.
I flew up and up until I saw the building.
It was a castle, probably made out of limestone, and shaped like an octagon.
A dangerous castle resting upon golden sands that seemingly stretched for miles.
Still upset, I lifted my hands and flicked my wrists. With each flick, I set fire to the building. Finally, I gathered up enough power and...
*BANG!*
The castle started to crumble as easily as the sand beneath it.
I felt a sense of power, but not from flying. It was from destroying that castle. Honestly, aside from the breathtaking views, flying was not as grand as I thought it would be.

Then, I woke up. I suppose I could consider something like that a nightmare, but I only consider it one if I can't control the outcome of the bad dream. So, it wasn't a nightmare.

I have been dreaming of being chased a lot lately, the experience hasn't been scary though, its thrilling. Last night I was in a huge stately mansion, there were a lot of people around, in small groups dotted around the place. I was approached by a young guy, he said his father was coming for us and we had to get out. He led me to the fireplace which was huge, over 6 ft high, there were no flames and we stepped inside the fireplace, all of a sudden a door came down in front of us and we began to descend, it was obviously a secret elevator. I had the "I'm being chased feeling now" and we were running through a dark basement, we came to some stairs and began to go up them which was weird as we'd just gotten down, we ended back up in the room where he first approached me. I began to question the dream at this point and looked at my hands, they seemed normal so I did a nose reality check, it didn't work at first and I kind of knew it was a dream, I did the RT again and it worked this time, so I tell this guy, "hey, don't worry, this isn't real, your pops won't get us its just a dream." so he goes over to his dad and tells him he's a jerk in so many words and he starts to chase us again, it becomes hilarious now and very lucid. We go back to the fireplace elevator and it shoots down really fast. I knew there was a helicopter waiting outside for us, it was hovering with a winch hanging down. We eventually get in the copter and he sets off. We start to fall and I'm not feeling In Control, the pilot says don't worry, we fall right into a river and it turns into a submarine, weird but very cool. The pilot had a "told you so" grin. We do come back out and I,m now at the ocean. There is walls and walls of this white foam over 10 ft High, I know it isn't good, it starts to snow and there is a separation between the foam and snow, it all looks the same except for path separating the 2. I lost lucidity around this point and drift into another dream*

12.10.2011

I was in a room. I was tired, so the room was dark and the dream was not vivid, but I was in a room and there was a man and a young man of about 14. I ended up with my face up against the man and began to be smothered. I must have had my face in the pillow.

I then must have moved my face as I could breathe again. I then saw the man again. I don't know why, but I began to realize I was dreaming.

I wasn't going to let the man make me feel smothered again, but I ended up walking inside him, as if I were a ghost taking up the exact same space as him. I closed my eyes and imagined myself or my spirit radiating outward and filling him until he would explode or something.

I was then free of him. I then was with the young man. I grabbed his collar and flew with him. He was so heavy, I started drifting downward, but I found a sofa, and very close to it, I dropped him. He acted as if it was a far drop, but it was only about a foot.



12.12.11

I don't remember when I became lucid. I do remember that I thought I was lucid and finally had the wits about me to do a reality check to verify if it was a dream. At first, I had 5 fingers, but then I lost my thumb. I kept looking and it stayed gone, then my fingers got really small (creepy). Then they curled up as if to make a fist, but they were all small and nasty looking.

I decided to try to throw fireballs. I was not successful. I tried throwing them at a man, possibly the same man from my dream a couple nights ago, and I tried to throw them at a tree. The man explained it as having to do with being at a certain place, but I told him I wasn't near that place.

That sounds like a dull lucid, but it was important for me to have this particular dream.


Later I had a dream that I can't remember well, but I do remember seeing a monkey squirrel. A little boy caught it. We gave it marshmellows hoping it would stick around long enough for me to get a picture with my phone, but ran away.

It was a squirrel body but it had skinny monkey arms and a tiny monkey head. I don't remember seeing the tail. It ran on all fours.

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I've gone from 10 lucid's to 16 in about 2 weeks. Let's hope the trend continues.

Lucidity: 8/10
Vividness: 9/10
Length: ~4 Min.

A bunch of 343’s from Halo came down from the sky and I went lucid, I went downstairs and said that aliens are coming. I checked to see if it really were a dream by looking at my hand, I had 3 fingers. Then I screwed around with them for a little while and then for a walk. I walked to the mall and when me, my brother, and some random dude got there, I told Cameron that this was a dream, I expected him to smile and want to mess around with the girls and such. I just observed the scenery and sang to myself my favorite songs, not out loud, of course. I walked around and tried to do things like make people disappear and since I wanted it to last as long as possible, I did the rub your hands together trick, it was kind of strange doing it. I got the idea of finding my dream guide before I woke up.

Dream 1
I'm working in a broadcast place. I was being a bit hypcrocitical to some guy who was working at my radio station. He got really angry and started chasing me for some reason it just feels like a dream so I become lucid. I ran out of my house even though it should've been a studio somewhere. I got into a red car and drove really fast, although I didn't get far.

He found me but started being nice to everyone else (I think) so no one belived me when I said he was going to get me.

This was a rinse and repeat dream. I remember rubbing my hands together to stabilize the dream as it was very dark. But it faded quickly

Middle of November, 2011

I had been sleeping about 3 hours a night for a few days when a friend had some heroin and I shot up for the first time. I was in a skype call and was sleepy, every so often I'd nod off and sleep for just a few seconds. The one thing I distinctly remember was a gnome that was all green but had a buckle on his hat so I thought he was trying to disguise himself as a leprechaun.

The second time I got high on heroin was a few days later, still hadn't slept much, and late in the evening (or early in the morning, depending on your perspective) I was sitting up on the floor with my legs on either side of my laptop, I started nodding off again, just closing my eyes and I'd be asleep. The more I did it, the more I remembered I was just dreaming, so after a few times I thought to try some lucid dreaming and manipulate things. Also, everytime I move I immediately come back to consciousness.The one thing I could think of that I wanted more than anything else was a person we'll refer to as Doe. So I would stay still, sitting in the middle of the floor, try and keep my eyes on one spot on the wall and let the lids just slowly close on their own without forcing them. These might be called hypnagogic hallucinations, idk. Nod off, Doe is there, has its own personality, talking with me, I breathe in and wake back up. Nod off again, and the room is replaced with a public park area with benches and a crowd of people sitting and standing, I can hear Doe trying to fight thru the people to get to me, still just sitting on the floor. Doe barely nudges thru, then I take in another breath and awake. Try again, this time Doe is right in front of me, my head is looking forward, Doe is standing up, leans over, I raise my head and awake. I realize if I try and move in the dream I move in reality. I try and look up this time before going for it again, it doesn't quite work, I can't fall back asleep looking up. I decide to go to the restroom before trying again, that way I won't have to get back up for awhile. I'm standing there, just holding steady and urinating when I nod off, and Doe is to my left, says, "Finish what you're doing here, then we can get back to it. Safety." Something like that general sentiment, so I heed Doe's words, wake up and start shaking my head to stay awake, finish up, wash hands, back to the floor. Nod off again, try to have Doe sit on my lap, facing me so we can just hug and hold each other. I wake up almost immediately. From this point on I can't do it again, so I just lie down and get some sleep.

(Got some catching up to do. I actually just bought myself a 'sleep mask', because I figured a lot of my trouble with recall has to do with the fact that I'm waking up around noon now, usually, and light is always streaming into my room, interrupting my sleep. I've never slept with one of these sleep masks on, before, but I'm beginning to like it. My recall and lucid count has skyrocketted, in the past few days. I'm sure the melatonin and alternating doses of 5-HTP and B6 are probably helping. )

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12/04/2011
"Tactical Entrapment"

I was back in high school (maybe. At least it felt like high school), and some friends and I were talked into bringing out favorite weapons from home, for some kind of show and tell. We'd been told that it was perfectly fine, and we weren't going to get in trouble for it. Of course, as soon as we were about to start our presentations, the police busted into the classroom and apprehended us. We sure that we'd been sold out, and were going to be taken to jail, but they had other plans. They offered us a pardon, if we would be a part of a 'super-soldier' experiement and agree to be given a drug that was supposed to make us stronger and faster, after which, we would be properly trained for combat. Fighting what? I never found out. Even though they were police, they were very straight-forward about this procedure being completely illegal, but times were appearently desperate. There were others there with me, and we all took turns explaining what our skills were, if any. Not really just fighting skills, but what we were good at, in other areas of our lives. After this little 'getting to know you' session, we all eagerly took the experimental pills and began our training.

Later, we were all out battling in the middle of a desert. I remember 'scrolling up' to see a map of our area (as if pulling up the map on Skyrim), and seeing an icon of an enormous serpent, coming up in front of us. Shortly after, we reached the creature. I'd thought it was dead, because it just sat there, motionless, as we approached. After a certain distance, though, this huge beast sprang to life. It began slithering fluidly about the area, snapping at us with quick, powerful strikes and then burrowing away into the sand to strike from another angle. The last thing I remember is fleeing the scene, while a tangled knot of numerous, identical serpents writhed and tumbled itself around us in pursuit.

12/05/2011
"Halloween: Reincarnation"

I can't really peg whether this dream happened in an huge mansion, or a giant facility, like a factory or service area of a mall or something. I do remember that the place was crawling with supernatural creatures, from zombies to ghosts, and that the story centered around a mother and child that had something to do with a reincarnation of Michael Myers. I can't remember if they - combined - were supposed to be his reincarnated self, or maybe just one of them. In any case, I had to fight my way through all of these 'low-level' creatures, in order to finally get to them.

When I'd finally caught up to them, we were on the second floor of large room, like a lobby or a main hall. I had become lucid, somewhere during the chase, and was able to take out the mother without much problem - though I don't really remember doing it. The second floor railing had overlooked the first, and we had a short standoff near the banister, where she ended up falling over the railing to her death. The son, I remember perfectly. I'd picked him up by his collar. He'd been trying to stab me, before then, but really didn't pose all that much of a threat to me. I was still following the story line, though, so I felt obligated to get rid of the kid, somehow.

Not wanting to be too morbid about it, I simply tossed the kid off of the second floor balcony as well, compelled to follow him with my eyes, all the way to the bottom. I just wasn't quite sure how my dream would dictate the outcome of his fall. It was quite sickeningly realistic, though, with his neck snapping to one side as he landed headfirst on the first floor, next to his mother's body. My curiosity had been satisfied, but it made me a little remorseful. I didn't have time to dwell on it, though, as more of the creatures from before began to swarm around my position. Following the boy I'd just murdered, I jumped down from the second floor railing and landed on the first floor, bolting from the house, now that my mission had been done.

The last thing I remember while trying to escape is driving backward into a lake, and having to crawl out the window as the car began to fill with water. I don't believe I was lucid anymore, though, by this time.

12/02/2011
Dream One
"Trainhopping"

The first thing I remember is being on an elevated train. It felt kind of like a monorail, in that it was on a single-railed track, and distinctly had that 'theme park' feel to it. Somewhere along our trip, the train malfunctioned. It began to break down and lose speed, but I can't exactly remember the reason why. It was in this moment, when most of the people around me were reacting to the failing train, that I realized I was dreaming. Looking out the window nearest me, I could see another elevated track. Ahead, I could see another train speeding toward us, on the parrallel railing that sat a couple-dozen yards away from ours. Even in this short period of time, I could see that the train was moving insanely fast. It wasn't a regular monorail, but a bullet train. I knew, immediately, that I would much rather be on that train, than the disfunctional PoS that I was on, now.

I levitated in the air and phased through the roof of my train, landing on top of it. I don't believe my train had completely stopped, but it definitely wasn't moving along at full speed. Ahead, I could see the other train nearing us, breezing along on its own, individual track. Both of these tracks sat so far above the ground that I don't actually remember seeing anything but an obscure blur of green fields far below us.

The oncoming train would be passing us soon, so I knew I had to hurry, in order to catch it. While it passed my train, I ran along the length of the roof - from one of the first cars, which I had been in, all the way to the caboose. At the last car, I lept from the train, in a vain attempt to clear the gap between the two of them. Of course, I fell extremely short, and I could feel myself begin to fall toward the ground below us. Again (much like the T-Rex fighting lucid I'd had a few days ago), I had to right myself, while falling. I 'pushed forward', to turn my downward freefall into forward flight, sloppily clearing the gap and just barely making it to the bullet train as it whipped by the failing one that I had been on, moments ago. I grabbed the outside of the train, sticking somewhere between the train's side and rooftop, and then crawled the rest of the way onto the roof. The speed of the train made being on the roof very intense, and I figured it might be better if I made my way inside. So, slinking back around to the edge of the roof, I eased myself over the side of the speeding train, and phased myself through the window, dropping silently inside the train car.

Unfortunately, I don't remember anything after entering the bullet train.

Dream Fragment Two
I faintly remember something about winning a minor argument against my mom, and chasing someone through a nightclub or bar or something, with a pistol.

DreamLucidAwake

Drawing Practice

It was a false awakening and I had emerged from my parents' bedroom in the afternoon. I was planning on going downstairs into the living room to draw pictures. On my way a woman in an assassin's clothing kicked open the bathroom door and ran down stairs. Although it was never mentioned, I can only refer to her as a goddess. I continued to walk down the stairs and went into the living room. In there the goddess from before was throwing daggers at another goddess wearing white robes. Despite the daggers and light magic flying all over the room, I made my way to the couch where my notebook was. As I was about to start drawing, the white goddess threw the dark one onto my table and it exploded. I then decided to move to the kitchen where I could draw in peace. I drew multiple small objects and then a sketch of a picture of a war general. The picture didn't look like anything fancy or describable. I think the battle managed to find its way into the kitchen and woke me up.

Slap Me Awake

This dream was a short false awakening and a nightmare. It was the middle of the night/early morning and I had awakened to a man jumping into my bed. He got on top of me and held me down. He started slapping me and punching me while speaking insane gibberish. I woke up after about 20 hits or so.

Slap Me Awake II

Same deal as the last dream. A man in dark clothing jumped on top of me as I was sleeping and beat the crap out of me. After just a few hits I suddenly remembered it happening before and became lucid. At this point I took a little more control over the situation and tried pushing the man away. I managed to keep him far way enough so he couldn't attack me. I tried to handle it subtlety by trying to make him dissapear. When I attempted this he gave me a wide eyed stare that seemed to pierce through me. His eyes seemed to be saying "I'm not going anywhere." Between his horrifying stare and the shock of my dream control not working I woke up.

For a few seconds I was in a state of fear after waking. Fear quickly turned into anger because I had allowed it to succeed twice. As I was falling asleep again, I wanted it to try scaring me again.

Slap Me Awake III: The Revenge

It was the same as the last time. Creepy man jumped in my bed and started to attack me. He only got in a couple hits this time before I became lucid once more. This time I decided to do it the old way. I pushed him away from me and kicked him off of my bed and onto the floor. I knelt down, gripped him by the chest, and threw him straight through my bedroom wall. I then opened my bedroom door and walked over towards his body. As he tried to get up, I jumped on top of him and started punching him as he did to me. I then dragged his nearly unconscious body back into my room. Thanks to dream physics, I was able to cram his whole body into my dresser drawer. I woke up shortly after. I had woken up happy and almost laughing at my triumph. Nightmare conquered.

Horse Racing Peter Griffon

It was a pretty short and blurry dream. In the dream I was a black pony on top of a brown horse (big difference). To the left of me was Peter Griffon on top of a similar looking horse. That funny race music started to play and a gun shot went off. I don't really remember much of the race except that I barely won. I tried to a give a thumbs up but then I realized pony's don't have thumbs. Sadly they only have hooves.

Horrible Shoes

Yet another false awakening. I came out of my grandma's bedroom in the middle of the day this time. I sat down with my family to watch some show on tv. In the show there were 3 detectives or police officers and they were discussing a crime. All of the sudden Man 1 took a notice to Man 2's shoes. He said they looked horrible even though they weren't that bad. Then Man 3 pulled out his revolver and shot Man 2 in the foot. Crime against fashion? I was then asked if I wanted to go to Walmart. I didn't have anything better to do, so I agreed. I woke up before I even got out the door though.

End

My dream started off in some type of hotel. Kind of unusual because there was a swimming pool in the bathroom and an unusual shower. (You will find out in a second).

This dream was weird because I thought it was reality and the shower in the bathroom acted as some type WILD device. I would stand in the shower and think of the type of dream I would like too experience and the shower would some how turn "reality" into a lucid dream.

This is how it happened.

(this is semi - lucid)
I was in the shower wanting a lucid dream. Being a 15 year old, I said in the shower, that I wanted to look very attractive and be right next to a hot girl.

The shower surprisingly worked it's magic and got me that lucid dream. I don't remember much after this but I do remember my self looking very attractive and there was a hot girl in a bikini right next to me.

The dream sadly faded and the next thing I remember was me back at the hotel.

(this part right here again is semi - lucid)
I am back the hotel and there is icicles around the swimming pool. I remember my self thinking that if I bring the icicle in the shower with me, it would give me another lucid dream because I had that icicle to look at or something.

That was my weird 20th lucid.

12/12 monday

Could not sleep last night, finally fell asleep at 4am. Got up at 7am.

Went for a nap (WILD) at 1pm. Fell asleep and had a super short lucid.

I'm in this very large room - looks like a high school gymnasium. I'm shoving someone "look, what I can do" and I levitate a bust of some guy out of the shelf and something else.

I'm floting in the air while I do this and take the person I'm shoving my skills off by shoulder and we rise higher. As I'm flying/floating about, I can hear myself repeating "I'm dreaming".

At the same time, I hear a voice from somewhere deep in my mind wondering, how long it will take "her" to realize, she is dreaming. [As I was falling asleep, I was saying "I'm dreaming"].

I could feel the realization coming and suddenly I knew I was dreaming. Told myself not to get too excited and I almost went to do something, when remembered, that I need to stabilise. So I looked at my hands - they looked normal, they had normal color, I could see the wrinkles - but as I looked, I opened my IWL eyes and that was the end of it.