lucid

I am at some sort of LD institute. I read some signs on the wall, talking about reality checks. I try sticking my finger through my hand, and it works. (After this point the dream gets a little hazy)
I don't try anything out of the ordinary, because I don't want to risk waking up. Over the next 5-10 minutes or so, I am walking through many different rooms and buildings. Then I wake up. (to my alarm clock)

The dream started off like this.

I was in a sort of club with some friends and some music came on which was good music, so we started bouncing but the lower part of the club which we were on, the floor seemed flimsy, so i walked up the stairs to the higher part because the floor really started to wobble, i saw the bouncers looking at one guy who continued to bounce and i heard them saying "you'ree not allowed to danceo n that part" suddenly one of the bouncers grabbed some blonde girls head slammed her into the ground and we were all like "what the fuck??" it was completely random, i peered in to have a closer look and saw him prying a knife from her, i felt a bouncer grab the back of my head and hold me there, i then saw some other guy being launched out and then it clicked in my head that i too was being held by a bouncer.

As we were walking out i was asking why i was being thrown out "you look like the kind of guy that causes trouble" he said "what do you mean by that? how do i look like that kind of guy?" i thought in my head "was it because i work out a bit?"
Then outside were some police women and they said "we may need to take your details though and a statement" "i'll hapilly do that, i've done nothing wrong this is completely out of order"


I began to walk home and it was dark, i got to some form of bridge and realised i was dreaming, i decided to run incredibly fast then wehen i got to the end i realised i needed to do a stabalisation technique, i rubbed my hands and it worked a little bit. "vision" i said, to make it lighter, but it only got a little lighter, i decided i wasn't anchored enough so began rubbing my shirt, i rememeber wearing a blue t shirt with dark blue baggy jeans and some skater trainers (which oddly i dont own the bottom area of my clothing)

I knew i was going to wake up so froze and tried to keep extremelt still to try to wake up in SP to chain it.
It all went black so i guessed this was me waking up, i felt myself climb from my body so effectively WILD'ing into my next phase of the lucid dream.
I got up and i was in A room, which was similar to my flat room, but everything was pitch black.
"vision" i said, nothing happened "light" nothing...i tried to turn a sort of knob or flick a switch but realised this wasn't going to work and i'd need to mentally come to grips with myself, but then i realised all the nightmares i had as a kid had the problem of not being able to turn lights on so triggered the impression something bad was going to happen.

I began to charge my chi within my body and felt myself waking up, as all went black the energy within my body continued to formulate and my whole body vibrated very slightly but i felt warm within my whole self and i felt enlightened and good.
I stayed still again but this time i felt as if i was numb all over, my body felt like it was floating a little bit with my arm and leg flailing about, i realised this was SP since i heard it sounds like your floating when you're in SP (thanks DV)
I decided to try to Step out of my body or Astral project.
I mentalised my arms further floating up in the air, they did so and my body was dragged out, with the sound of wind rushing through my ears like i was standing next to a jet engine, the engine noise stopped and the pitch blackness of my eyelids quickly phased to white,i felt myself gasp out air as if i had just had an orgasm, i heard a continuous noise of rushing and felt myself being lifted higher and higher into the air with this beautiful noise rushing through me and the whole of my body pulsating with energy, i couldn't open my eyes but i could feel myself breathing through my mouth, i felt myself stop breathing and i felt as if i had gone past some form of breakpoint in height and the sound continued but changed slightly.

I got higher and higher i thought "shit is this death?" i knew that whatever was at the other end would be something unimaginably good because already my whole body felt completely and utterly extatic and under control which wasn't my own. During this time i saw a sillouette of a male body with the chakra eye mainly visible in front of me, it was a sketch and the middle of the sketch was still white.
I then began to think of family and friends and how i'd miss them if this was to leave my body forever, i didn't want that so i tried to go back down but it wasn't working, i was breathing as hard as i could but my breathing was muffled, i thought maybe my face was buried in the pillow and i was suffocating so began hitting my chest as if i was trying some wierd form of CPR, but at the same time the feeling was emitting and pulsing through my body with immense pleasure i felt myself shaking my head and realised i was waking or coming back into my body, i woke up and leaped out of bed like

"OMFG" then i did a reality check and pushed my finger through my hand, i was dreaming AGAIN! but i had almost no control, then i couldnt see my hands at all "this sucks" i said and fell backwards to the ground to try to wake myself up, i closed my eyes and before i knew it i could feel the sensation of SP again.

This time i wanted to see hallucanations, i opened my eyes and i saw the side of my wall but there was text written on there as if written in black pen, some was large and spikey texts other bits were small with quotation marks, because of the angle i was looking at it from i couldnt see it, i could see other wierd things like parts of the room floating and the wall looked like sea water with waves.
I closed my eyes again to feel my arm and leg flailing about again.

So i did the same and felt myself lifted again, the same sensation, the same noise and everything went white, i was lifted again up and up, but the sensation wasn't as intense and i woke up.


I've just woke up turned on my computer and got on here because AP or whatever it was felt like it was the most incredible experience of my life - try it.

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

05-10-11 No intentions, not even to get lucid, though maybe with a hint of wanting to remember dreams. Stoned.

“Underground Potterish showdown”

I am in a Harry Potter like universe. I am Harry to begin with I think, but then something happen something about an adventure and a person shifting into a black jaguar or similar.

I then become one of the twin brothers I think and we are supposed to go to this theatre or school and scare up the evil kids who are voting capital V. Throughout the dream when I am this brother I recall comparing my wand with my brother's, which I believe is the elder wand. Or at least something stupidly powerful.

Mine is.. quite the opposite. It s fairly long and thick, though it seems made of plastic or candy. It is made of all sorts of transparent coloured tubes that are wrapped around the main shape to give the wand in it's entirety a rather complex look. It is flexible as fuck though, which sort of surprise me. I remember thinking “I really like this wand” although I am not a wand guy. I even thought about that during the dream “I really don't like wands, but this one..” Anyways enough of me talking about how much I love my stick, and on to how I use it!

We head to the theatre and walk through the doors. I can't recall if we have any problems walking in, but I don't think so. There is a wall immediately behind the doors and we walk around this and find another set of doors. I ward myself with a spell that will nullify the first 3 offensive spells that hit me, by drawing my wand in a half circle around me and saying something in a tongue I didn't knew I know. Though I remember not what I said the language sounded dark side, and it ends on a defensive word like “defendarius” “Repeltor” or maybe it was “reflector” (though this last word I used in a later dream and I might just be confusing myself). I only become aware of this 3-spell-limitation in function later on when I am battling the kids and I think to myself “Gee I wonder how many charges are left on my shield?”.

So my brother and I slam open the doors and find a crowd turning their heads in surprise. I can sense that I am becoming angry and I start slinging out spells, though I think I am aware of not wanting to kill anyone, they need to be hurt enough to get scared. I seem to remember some sort of slicing spell that will cut them a bit, but not kill. We are walking down a centre isle and as we get to the bottom of this and are standing around the people I say something more in my dark side tongue and take off in flight to my left, which is also where I spot Voldemort. I am not particular afraid of him though he is looking at me, and this is also the time I check up on the status of my shield.

The dream skips a bit though this might just be due to the violent battle that ensues. In any case I find myself outside the theatre and it was apparently located on this ledge. The surroundings have a dark feel to them, unnatural dark at that. Like it is a city underground, which would explain the fragmented memories of walking around underground/sewer tunnels.

The feel is exactly like this:



However imagine that the platform is naturally attached to the tunnel where the POV is, instead of the mechanical “arm” that is holding it up, and on the platform is the theatre in question. I am looking at the theatre from a distance up in the air and I can see the tunnel I am supposed to go to. The place is collapsing (further) into the ground.

I hear my cousin's voice, she is asking me “Will he survive?” she is referring to my brother, who is not as close to leaving the theatre as I am. I see him jumping between the broken pieces of rubble and fly down and grab him and his dog (?) under my right arm and reply “Sure he is” in a cheeky voice, while I pull him into the tunnel, safe from the fall.
…...........

“Powerless Christmas, Angels and Wizards”

I am in my parents' house in Hornslet and it is Christmas time. I am looking for some paint I used to play with when younger painting role small figures. I need to get this paint to Pil, one of my friends who needs to paint a character for a role play he is playing at the minute. I might as well grab it while I am there, as I have bought a figure myself recently, in fact quite a large one that is supposed to depict “the queen of blades” combined with some sort of fallen angel.

The figurine I am holding is separated into two pieces, which is bugering me a bit because I have to hold onto two pieces rather than one, which is just mentally demanding. At the same time I don't really want to attach the piece if it means it will be trickier to paint the figure.

I am walking around thinking a bit about where I have left the paint, though I am somewhat positive that it will be in a box on the attic of the main building, though it is entirely possible that it is on the attic of the added apartment building.

I walk into the guest room and I see the light flicker. I look a bit closer and it does it again. The light is fairly yellowish compared to how the light would normally look. It flickers again and this reminds me of that one Christmas where we didn't have power (never happened) and the scenery changes to being of the parking grounds of the church, heavily clouded and with light snow falling.

Skip.

I am now in a field with a bandit group or similar and we are out collecting wood. It is still Christmas time and the group has no power either, which is why we are collecting wood. I am the second in command and the leader is not there. I get the feeling I am somewhat stupid.

We are trying to get the wood back to camp via an alternative route that involves tying up all the wood in a bundle and sending a small monkey across a puddle of water with it. However as the monkey is crossing the water the knots around the wood loosen and the wood ends up all over the ”shores” of this little puddle. I notice the monkey sitting across the puddle with an attitude that looks like he is giving up.

I do a little speech to my men saying that the only reason we are out on this shitty day and the Christmas is bad is because we have no power. I rally my troops and point at a theatre all of a sudden standing in the same field. “There is power right there, and I am going to take it” I say. The theatre is in fact a nuclear power plant that has been shut down for unknown reasons.

I walk to the door, which is one of those double swing doors and the door knobs have a red diode light in the middle of them. I kick the doors in, I think I have to do it twice, but I manage to get in. I feel a sense of aggression rising again. We are faced with a wall we have to walk around (a bit like the previous potter dream) and when we are around this wall I am faced with an angel in human form guarding the door. I throw a spell that will make me immune to angelic attacks and continue past the angel, without thinking more about her leaving her speech less.

In the hall I see a wizard standing on my right hand side, I think it is the brother from the previous dream. He is about to react so I mumble something dark side again (this time the ending word is “...Reflector” which will make any spell he throw at me return in his face).

I keep walking down the centre walkway towards a band playing down in the bottom of the hall. I know I can pick up the microphone stand telekinetically and this is the point where I think “hang on a minute..” Loads of people are panicking and trying to get out of the theatre/powerplant. Some are running past be back the way from which I came and others are running further into the building, maybe towards exits unknown to me.

I put out my arms in a defensive, yet apologetic gesture and say “Whoah, whoah, whoah... Lucid... Lucid” in order to get the people to calm down and realise it is just a dream. It doesn't work. Then I see someone that doesn't look like a DC run past me and I grab him asking him if he is another dreamer, he say yes. I ask his name and he tells me it is “Shakira” which makes me suspicious and I say “Shakira, really!?” “Tjakira/Tchakira” he corrects me. His appearance has now changed from a blonde man with short cut hair to a man with long grey/black hair.

I leave him and head back out again. I fly a bit after having thought about why I am walking about like a looser, but I decide to not fly that much any more anyways. Back towards the entrance I am faced with the wall I had to walk around to get in. I decide to fly against it and through it, but end up slamming right into it, though it happens really slowly and without pain.

Someone behind me is laughing at my efforts of going through the wall, but I don't really care. I just drop down and walk around. as I am closer to the exit the dream starts fading. So I, quite aggressively, slam my hands out to either side and start feeling up the walls, which feels like tile, wet and cold as well as breathing through my nose. The air is equally cold.

Slowly the dream comes back and someone, maybe one of the twins from Hornslet, is walking in the building. Outside the weather has changed quite dramatically. It is pissing down and windy as fuck. I feel how the rain is slamming against the side of my face, the cold strong wind making it really annoying.

I think to the dream “Is this a way of telling me that the dream is really unstable?” and start throwing pathetic fireballs the size of shirt buttons to cookies into the sky. The way I throw fireballs is by charging them between my cupped hands at my chest. They don't even look that hot and the last one (think it is number 3) I can barely see. Now I can only see the rain.

I wake up.

Notes: I am starting to put up wards around myself, which I suppose is a good thing when it comes to dream travelling.

I don't remember how I became lucid, but two days ago, I did. For some reason I ended up fighting people. Some of my punches were not effective. Others, while I didn't really hurt anyone, flew like Bruce Lee. I hit several people one after another.

I also had interactions with women. I commanded them to take there clothes offer. A heavy-set black woman did. She was not attractive, but she didn't gross me out. Strange.

I knew I had to be careful or I would wake up. In fact, I was so awake during parts of my dream that my dream went black...an unfortunate effect of being extremely aware I am dreaming is that I don't really dream.

I got my dream back and saw another lady. She was kind of pretty. I told her to take of her clothes and then I saw wrinkles on her neck and sharp teeth like a shark or something. The rest of her looked OK. (?) Lol!

Not the best lucid for me, but I was glad to finally have another one.

Backwards Dimensions

I was with a group of friends and we didn't have a place to live so we decided to stay the night in the old house where I used to live. I was creeped out just being there, but I didn't tell the others why. I kept seeing things in the corner of my eyes and kept getting weird vibes. The house was a mixture of the old house in its original form and the new house.

Everyone had gone to bed but I was still awake. I went to the kitchen. Here I just decided to become lucid. More often than not, I already just know that I am dreaming but I don't really care enough to change the scene.

I was standing across the kitchen counter. It was night outside. I was holding a gun, and I don't know why. I wanted one last confirmation that it was a dream, however, if I had even a doubt that it was a dream I would have never performed this action.

I took my gun and then shot the window twice. I looked away and looked back. My suspicions were validated when I saw that the window had instantly repaired itself and went back to its normal state.

With masochistic pleasure I shot my hand. I laughed when the bullet hit my palm and just instantly dissolved. I had landed myself in a Zukin Dream Night. When it's day time everything is pure and fine, but when night time hits and I am lucid, creepy things run about!

I decided to be a part of the creepy lurkers and ran upstairs through the darkness and into the bathroom. I switched on the light but it didn't turn on. I realized quickly that I should have known that the light wouldn't turn on!

I looked at myself through the mirror. In the darkness I could barely make out my eyes. My reflection seemed to mirror not my actions, but what I was thinking. With sinister eyes, my reflection beckoned me to come through the mirror.

I climbed on the cabinet and touched my hand to the mirror. My reflection did the same as I and I pushed through the solid glass and into the next dimension. I stood there, now, with my reflection wondering if she was me or if I was her.

This dimension that I had been enticed into did not feel any kinder than the previous. It felt backwards and sinister. Realizing this, I stepped backwards and away from my hungry reflection until it was too late to realize that I had walked backwards into an even lower dimension.

The way to best describe this is when you have two mirrors across or adjacent to each other and these mirrors reflect off of each other and in the mirror you can see what looks like an infinite amount of mirrors continuing on forever. I kept walking backwards into the next mirror down, and I continuously did this about six or seven times until I had reached such a low point of existence that I was sort of shocked awake and lucid again.

I had been watching my reflection being eaten by some kind of swamp monster - even the hunter had been hunted in this low dimension. I immediately jumped back forward again and started leaving in the way I came, passing through six or seven mirrors and dimensions until I returned to the dimly lit bathroom from which I came.

It all started as a date with a super SEXY girl that I met in Paris. It was great, untill some Paris thugs kidnapped her and took her to the Effile Tower. When I got to the top they pushed her off the edge. I jumped after her. I was falling twice the speed as her and i caught her. Right before we hit the ground, I started flying with her in my hands. She said "I love you SOOOOOOOOO much!"
And then I woke up...

My dreams have been the most vivid lately. I don't think I've been doing anything different except choline caps every now and then. I only take a couple every few days, but my dreams have been so strange.

I've been having a few alien dreams lately, not UFO's, but aliens. I've had at least 5 in the last month and it's always me encountering an alien of some sort. Some are hostile and others are subtle in their intentions. I've noticed that I become more hostile when I encounter them and also I become more animal like. For instance, I start hissing like a cat giving a warning. I feel different when this happens, like I'm semi-lucid.

My dream from this morning: I was in a house I used to live in before I graduated and my ex was there. I was hanging out with him and confessed to my fiance that I'd been talking to him a lot. He didn't mind because he admitted that he was talking to his ex, too. (god knows.) - This made me wake up really missing my ex, whom I run into often between classes at the college. I didn't see him today, which is probably best. I miss him but I don't know where that feeling is coming from.

Anyway, I was hanging out with my ex and he and I were talking about school and then I got this feeling that something was happening. I peeked outside my (former) bedroom door and even though there was nothing visible, I could almost see a spiritual prescence. I got paranoid and later I found myself in a mall. I can't remember what I was being attacked by (mall ppl, thx Bill) but I got caught up in a mob of either zombies or alien beings who were trying to kill me.

Now, I'm not religious really. I come from a southern baptist background and my dad is practically a preacher, but I don't consider myself to be of any religion.

However, in my dream, in the middle of this mob I stopped and started praying. I was saying to myself, "God is on my side." and I don't remember really thinking of a particular god, but I assume... anyway. As soon as I prayed, I lifted off the ground and began soaring to the (very high) ceiling. I think I became lucid midway and felt really happy and in control. I woke up and was late to class.

I always tell people like I've read, the best interpretations of your dreams come from you. I always keep this in mind, but I've noticed a theme in these dreams and it definitely has to do with what I think about during the day. My dad read me a scripture from the bible (whenever I talk to him about lucid dreaming, which surprisingly he finds interesting but who wouldn't?), the scripture goes: " And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams." What this really means, only God knows, but it stuck with me and the aliens and all of this I find somehow connect.

I'm not saying I think I'm having visions, but if anyone has any thoughts on what I've said about ANYTHING. That'd be wonderful. Sorry for the bad grammar. Sometimes my thoughts get ahead of my fingers.

10/3/11

DILD

Notes: I had many dreams where I briefly became lucid or had semi lucids. This is the only substantial piece that I can recall.

I was walking down the street with a bunch of people I don't know. I became lucid and walked up to a tall DC wearing sweat pants.

I asked him, "Do you have anything for me?"

"No"

"What about a gun?"

I didn't get a response, but I looked toward his pockets and saw something bulging out (no homo).

"Can I reach in and grab it?"

"Yes"

I pulled out a bullet in some very large casing. It looked like a bullet in a metal tube. I was able to pull the bullet through the other end of the tube and it was held in by a rubber band. I created some tension, let go, and launched the little metal bullet into the air.

I walk up to some guy who, for some reason, I think is Mancon. I ask him if he has any advice to help me lucid dream. He responds with a "no" and opens up a binder he is carrying. It is full of blank pages and he starts looking at them. Man, these DCs are no help. I lose the dream soon after

(I had this dream way before I started keeping a dream journal, at least six months. After this I had no lucidity and almost no dream recall at all until I started keeping a journal properly. I'm writing it here just because it was my first few moments aware in a dream... And the only time a RC ever worked for me)

I find myself in a mine of some kind, looking for an exit. I eventually find a shaft back to the surface but the lift in it is broken, leaving me the option of climbing up the rickety beams - or staying in the dark.
As I start to climb I'm terrified because almost all of the wood beneath me is rotting and I can see the rock holding the beams crumbling too. The beam I'm stood on gives way once I'm about 60 - 70 feet up the shaft and I'm left dangling from my arms, which are both looped over the same beam above me... placing both of my hands right in front of my face... Which in turn causes me to wonder if I'm dreaming.

YES!!

The beam snaps and I fall to my, well... bed, as it happened.

I was sitting with three DCs, when all of a sudden I thought of the doctor, who had talked to me about how the DCs in my dreams didn't get upset that they weren't real. My skepticism was apparent as I asked all three of the DCs,"Am I dreaming?"
"Of course not,"said the one to the right.
"You might be,"said the one in the middle.
"Of course you are,"said the one to the left.
My indecisiveness was also apparent as I ended up losing lucidity and almost bought some stupid $494 autograph.
None of them seemed upset that I had asked this question, yet all had a different response. Somehow, I think this might symbolize something.

Many peoples were chasing us .I don't know who are they.I come to a strange place, trees,grass all over the place, in the middle was a pond but it was very shallow and gravels were there at surface.Its like we all are looking for something in the shallow pond.Then i thought this must be real world(although it wasn't)That point i get semi lucid.I didn't even did a reality check.The place was dark.So i shouted clarity now two three times and it is getting brighter.I am trying a rise sun and i did but sun is not bright.As i was trying to make sun brighter sun fell down and it was a blue sphere of same size as it appear in the sky.I am making the sun to fly into the sun but it keep in falling down evetually i lose the lucidity and woke up.

My LD plan: If I realize myself dreaming not in my room, spin and wake up there. Then find a window and jump out of it without making any RCs before it (I'm often afraid of doing this in my LDs). When succeed, I must spin and appear in a place I want to appear, not in my room. Then stay lucid as long as possible.

Preparation was the same as yesterday, but I had slept less, and time before nap was about 45 minutes.

How I got lucid: I woke up at 9 am, then tried to get back to sleep. Later I had a false awakening and saw my grandma sleeping in my brother's bed (he had already gone to school). Then I woke up the second time and didn't see grandma. Then I woke up the third time and saw her... Don't remember how much false awakenings I exactly had, but then I realized I was dreaming.

Action: So I got up and went to the window. I opened it, but still was afraid of jumping. When I was trying to jump out, I felt vibrations, everything darkened and I felt myself lying in my bed. So I tried to carefully open my dream eyes, but I couldn't. I tried to feel vibrations and I succeeded, later I opened my dream eyes.

So I went to the window again and jumped out of it. The dream became less vivid, I rubbed my hands, went to a man, talked to him, told him what I am going to do now. Then I commanded where I want to appear (I was afraid of other people hearing me talking like this in the middle of the street, damn it) and spin. Everything darkened. I didn't know what to do, because I was walking in the dark. I fell on the ground and realized myself lying in my bed. I tried to move my dream body and open my eyes. I succeeded, tried to spin one more time, but nothing happened. I tried to open the door and imagine I will appear where I want to appear, but it also didn't work. I jumped out of window, flied for a bit, then everything darkened and I really woke up.

Implications:
- Need to think of another way to appear in a place I want to appear.
- Need to think of how to increase my lucidity level, because I am sometimes afraid of things I shouldn't be afraid of.

[COLOR="red"]Lucid[/COLOR]
[COLOR="blue"]Dream[/COLOR]
[COLOR="silver"]Thoughts[/COLOR]
[COLOR="lightblue"]Hypnagogic[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]I did one more attempt of the Ganzfeld Experiment, but nothing happend and I went to sleep.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I dreamt that I met my old classmate Thomas and he asked me if I had worked out, then I met Astrit and we just talked, I don't remember about what.

I was driving a car and it felt like the game GTA, because I saw a star fill in in the righr corner of my eye, you know that star you see when you are wanted by the police, in the game. I was collecting coins like in another game. But I saw swat, fbi and you name it, trying to grab me. I saw my friend Christoffer and he told me to follow him, I did and he led me to two motorcycles that we drove as fast as we could away from the police. But we hit a dead end, but I found a pile of weapons (Snipers, Mp5:s, Kalatchnikovs and other guns). I grabbed a sniper and a weird looking mp5.
Then we ran into a house and up through the stairs. I saw my friend taking a leak and I found that weird.
I looked out from a door that led to a rooftop. [/COLOR]

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[COLOR="red"]I became aware of that I was dreaming, but I sort of doubted it at first and I thought "Hmm I am dreaming now, what do I want to do?" "But wait is it, yeah it's a dream". I thought to myself that I wanted to meet Morpheus, but first I wanted to jump over this gap that led to another roof. "I just have to believe like Neo hehe".
Even though this lucid dream wasn't as vivid as reality(because I didn't paid enough attention to the dream), it was still a very scary to do this. But then I just ran and landed on the roof and did a roll. I have to realise the truth while I am in there.. "There is no roof or me for that matter. And there is no jump, so just JUMP!".
The excitement from this jump made me lose my lucidity, but I still acted like it was a lucid dream, but I wasn't aware anymore. [/COLOR]
[COLOR="blue"]Then I saw another gap and on the other side I saw old ladys wave, it was weird. I heard a car and I got an impression of them being agents, but they were muscular and black. They grabbed me and my friend and put us in the car. They told us that they were going to make sure that we weren't a problem anymore. That sounded way too scary so when we drove past a factory of some sort, I escaped the car by going through the car door and under the ground!
I saw a stair that I associated with the Tron fortress, which I have never heard or seen in real life, but in the dream it seemed right. I walked down and saw a chair with cables moving like tentacles and I thought "This is my chance to enter the Matrix!" So I tried to plug myself in to the chair, but I didn't have any cable holes, because I am natural born and haven't been grown like the others, I thought. So the machine worked against me and throw me away...

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I remember that I was hiding from something, but I can only remember that I heard a machine voice talk to me and one of the aurors in Harry Potter. Then I saw two cats fighting haha. [/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]Then I woke up. Weird dreams as usual :)[/COLOR]

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This is one of my
Five-Star Dreams

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
This dream was totally badass. And I never use that word. The weight of the hammer, and the force generated by swinging it and flying with it, was unbelievable. The sensations were realistic, not to mention the action was some of the best I've ever had in a lucid. Guys, if you want epic flying, speed and power all in one dream, use Mjolnir!

At the start of the dream, I was in an area that looked like an abandoned town straight out of a Western film, but it had a slightly spooky vibe to it: there were decrepit wooden buildings in two (very straight, neatly-arranged) rows going down a flat plane of rocky, gravelly land. That was often typical of Western locations in film. An interesting twist was that in this town, there were shiny barbed wire fences connecting the sides of the buildings from one to the next, and the coloration of the dream as a whole was very pale, getting dark but not quite midnight, and blue-gray. There were some pale darker browns here and there, too. I saw a few tattered smoky white-colored flags hanging on a slightly upwards angle from the very top of a couple buildings. These flags were pretty small, probably only a foot long.

I was walking through the town closer to the buildings on the right, traveling a bit slower than normal. I wasn't creeped out and I didn't have the ominous feeling that the dream could turn into a nightmare, but I was just slightly unsure for some reason, being cautious as I walked through the town. My gaze didn't move and I just looked down towards where the town ended, which as a whole was probably only 300 feet long. At the end, spanning from the last building on the left to the last one on the right and blocking the exit, was a large pile of shiny dark grey mud that was probably taller than it was wide, at around ten feet tall. There were large chunks of dried dark grey mud in it which were also fairly shiny, and I saw a few large black garbage bags buried amongst the gunk too.

I walked towards this pile for a minute or so, and got within forty feet of it before I saw two men walk up to me from behind the third- or fourth-last building on the right. One of them was dressed in a red RCMP uniform and had shorter black hair, along with a black handlebar mustache. He had a long, completely silver rifle slung over his back; the strap being brown leather. The other man was in a pale green military jacket and jeans; I wasn't looking at him too much so I don't remember other details. The RCMP man looked at me intently while the other guy just started veering off, running over to the left and completely out of the picture. He probably went into a building or something.

I stared down the man for a mere few instances and, most opportunistically, became lucid.

It took me a few moments longer than normal to realize the extent of the fact that I was in a dream. I kind of just stood there, wide-eyed, but then I smiled and said out loud while fist pumping, "fuck yeah! Now that's what I'm talking about!"

I looked around and felt no need to do an RC, but I did rub my hands together and walk over to the right, attempting to look at one of the buildings in detail. When I wasn't lucid the buildings all appeared normal, but upon closer observation they looked kind of funny. The building was made of lighter-colored wood logs, almost like a cabin, and was composed of two stories; the second story had a balcony with two supporting columns underneath it. The columns were not smooth, almost as if two trees had been stripped of their bark and simply placed under the structure. The balcony was not three feet above my head, making the entire building relatively short as well.

I turned away from the building after less than a minute, and looked around. The entire location had a slight halo to it, like objects get from the mist when it's raining heavily outside. This caused things to be slightly blurry, but I was confident that the dream wouldn't destabilize because it's never happened before, even in intense, high-speed or simply exciting circumstances. The area had also taken on a slightly bluer tone; now most of the pale browns were only in the ground. I didn't notice when the change occurred, but I did notice the difference.

"Huh! That's so cool," I said to myself, sounding interested as I scanned the area.

The buildings were also looking a bit more destroyed than before; sort of like the ones in limbo from the film Inception. They were still made of wood, but the wood was very pale blue and broken up into lots of irregular fragments, as if they could've crumbled at any moment. All the buildings were probably only an average of ten feet tall, without more than a two or three feet variation in height.

I then realized that I should probably do something fun. Being me, I forgot about my dream goals once again (lacking memory - I had tried to remember them but then just thought, bah, never mind, nothing good will come of that). So, instead I decided to summon an object; this object of choice was a super-powerful hammer from the film Thor called "Mjolnir" (mole - neer). I first looked back to where the man in the RCMP outfit used to be; he was gone. This spooked me a little but I shrugged and started to turn around, walking slowly down in the opposite direction. I kept my gaze up, level, and didn't look down at the ground at all, paying as little attention to it as possible. I then stopped, put my weight all on one foot (it felt like there was much more 'weight' on it than there should've been), and leaned over quite a bit. I reached my right hand down towards the ground, propping it on top of the newly-summoned Mjolnir. I felt a slight upwards pressure against my hand, as if the hammer would simply blast away if I took my hand off it. I looked down at the ground on my right-hand side now, and there it was; it was a good twenty inches long, with a slightly more elongated handle than it should've had, but it looked pretty awesome!

It was sitting on top of a small mound of gravel and rocky ground. Actually, it was halfway stuck into this chunk of earth. I didn't move my head or body, but my eyes darted to the right, as if I was hearing something behind me. With a determined and pretty damn pissed-off look on my face, I pulled up Mjolnir in a sudden motion from my right arm, powered mostly by my shoulder. I proceeded to swing it around to the left which passed it directly in front of my face, and spun the rest of my body around, flinging it into a man I expected to be about ten feet away, but I didn't visualize him beforehand (he was dressed in a large black hoodie, the hood pulled over his face, and had a loose chain around his neck. My arm ended pointing where the hammer flew, in a straight line towards him, and I was leaned over quite a bit, with my feet firmly planted in the ground. During the swing I felt the hammer's weight, which would've been a good 20 pounds in real life - the funny thing is, it felt that heavy when I hurled it, but I didn't get a sore arm and the throw itself was pretty effortless. It was a very strange sensation; usually these two sensations don't go hand-in-hand. I guess tiredness and muscle strength isn't a factor in dreams... But still.

The hammer whizzed right into the man at breakneck speed, going at least 100 mph if I were to guess, and I didn't see the actual impact; the man just curled backwards as the hammer hit him in the stomach and pushed him through the air at the same speed I originally saw the hammer going. There was no slight slowdown in speed on impact. Mjolnir disappeared, along with him, in an instance.

I immediately raised my head to look up into the distant sky, off to the right, just above the buildings. Then I looked behind me a bit, turning my neck minutely, then spun around again to catch the speeding hammer that I had expected to have been racing back towards me. I let my arm drop and once again felt its weight; I noticed that the handle was a bit shorter than before when I looked down at it with a contemptuous and vengeful expression - not directed to the hammer, but the group of shady individuals I wanted to summon around me - they were here to exploit Mjolnir and take it for themselves.

"Piece of cake," I told myself. I looked up to see a big mass of dark clouds in the distance; the sky wasn't entirely dark after all, so shapes were still discernible. The clouds were rather thick and covered a lot of area over the horizon. But my immediate vicinity was to be filled with ten or twenty 'bad guys'. I turned around, facing the same big pile of mud and garbage bags as before (but further away this time as I'd been walking away from it a bit). As I turned, I pictured a mass of people with guns, wearing the same military jacket as the guy I saw when I wasn't lucid - this was a first; usually I don't remember things from before hand.

I ended up facing about seven or eight men. They were leaning forward a bit and looked intimidating, but their clothing was off; they were wearing regular military camo outfits, and all of them were very dark grey with barely noticeable lighter patches (to make the camo pattern). A few of them were holding tasers, but they all appeared to be frozen and not moving that much.

"Come on!" I goaded them. "You think you deserve this, but you'll never be good enough to use Mjolnir."

When I finished my threat, I quickly brought Mjolnir over my left shoulder and, once again, flung my right arm back out towards the group. Instead of simply letting one person get hit, I was going to imagine a burst of light blue and white, semi-transparent energy to explode from it. As soon as I let go of it for the throw, I extended my arm and held my right hand out briefly - jazz hands style - and slightly curled my fingers and thumb inwards, tensing up, and then releasing the tension quickly. A pale blue, fairly transparent curtain of smooth energy burst out in a rather flat disc (not what I'd expected, but oh well...), outwards to the left and right; it reminded me of a miniature spiral galaxy. The men dissolved into thin air, but I wasn't done yet; I wanted to fly.

"I can hear you behind me!" I called, still facing the same direction. "But you'll never fucking catch me!"

I maneuvered Mjolnir, again held in my right hand, waving it above my head and bending my elbow so that it was now right on top of my right shoulder. I turned my head around and saw a very dark, hazy person running towards me, in a rather scary fashion - I heard quick, omniscient shuffling noises that were growing louder and louder, even though he wasn't running fast enough to make the sound level grow like that. I scowled and stomped on the ground with my right foot, which caused the hammer to suddenly begin flying upwards at about a sixty-degree angle; it went from being right above my shoulder to a few feet in front of my in a matter of moments. I was almost immediately off the ground. My grip on the handle was firm but I didn't feel all the muscles in my hand working; I just felt the surface of it Mjolnir accelerated fast and I felt the air rush around the front of the hammer, along with some very realistic air resistance, as if it was fighting against the sky a bit. It didn't slow down though; I trailed behind it, but I wasn't really following the hammer after getting off the ground anymore. Initially I did, and I had to hold on, but now it felt like my dream body was pushing more towards the hammer, and the hammer was being pushed forward by me. I expected this force to even out, and it did.

I flew in the sky, feeling the air and wind circulate, and I could've sworn I also felt slight coldness at one point. I had flown almost straight upright for about ten seconds at first, then I pressed my hand's grip on the handle down so the hammer changed course; I met some resistance because the hammer was set in its course, but it wasn't too bad. I tilted it down and I was now curving back towards the ground. I steered like this and after about twenty seconds I summoned a storm around me: a relatively transparent tunnel of clouds encapsulated me which obstructed my vision a bit, but then I imagined myself creating a burst of invisible energy; this made the clouds in front of me dissipate.

I woke up when my alarm went off.

03.10.2011

Parallel Dimension Planet: Namusiki (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had a space shuttle travel for some reason I do not recall. I landed in a planet that was deserted. I did not know what I was going to do, as I was alone, in the middle of nowhere and without supplies.

I passed out and awoke in a hotel. It was a small room and it was sunny out. I knew that I was still not in planet Earth. I was very excited about being in a different planet that looked alike Earth. I pulled my phone and I was surprised it worked. I was so amazed that Verizon Wireless had coverage in a remote planet.

I started to investigate this planet. The inhabitants were humans as well, but slightly shorter. I entered inside a pub and wanted to get a drink, but they did not want my cash.

I started to wonder about this planet, how did I get here and its history if any. I then wanted to call a friend and share about it. Suddenly, a huge storm started to happen. The sky got very dark and it rained very intensily. In matter of seconds, the rain stopped. The sky was blue and very sunny once more.

I drove a car I had access to and parket in a non pavimented area. My car as well as other cars would move backwards even on park. I was told that that section of the planet had small quakes constantly, so I decided to park further ahead.

As soon as I did, I started to wonder how the roads, freeways and other stuff were in this planet. I saw a taxi driver and planned in asking him to drive me to a museum and check it out.

I realized I was in a dream and wanted to find out more.

I asked the cab driver about the planet. He told me that the planet was called Namusiki. He explained to me that the planet was located in a paralell dimension, right behind Earth.







He told me that it was a very small planet, with a day of 4 hours and a night of 3. As he shared this with me, the sunny day changed within seconds into night. The taxi driver shared with me also about the weather of the planet and invited me to come visit other time. A little later, I woke up.