lucid

For the sake of time and reader interest, I'm only going to record lucid dreams or dreams that are near to that. All other dreams would take too much time to to have to write up, and I cannot see myself being able to consistently log them. So only the good stuff.

So my first lucid dream:

I was in a big room, more like a hall. There was a big fire in the middle, and everything was wooden, like in medieval times. There were stalls along the walls, selling weapons and armour. (RPG players will know how this would look generally). I was watching the character from a top down perspective, at an angle.
He didn't buy anything, as none of the stuff on offer was as good as what he had. Then I was back in my bed. Not a false awakening, it didn't get that far.

A little blue bird landed on my bedside lamp, and I instantly knew he wanted me to turn it on. I hesitated, not wanted to scare him off. When I did, he flew over and landed on my pillow. I leaned in close to hear what he had to say.
"We don't need those merchants, none of them had good stuff anyway"

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He then flew over to my desk, and my room changed. It turned yellow and a waist high ledge cut into the room opposite my bed. Clocks and posters and things appeared on the far wall. I checked my hands and my left had an extra finger. I did a few other R.C.s and concluded rather melodramatically that I must be in a dream. I felt a slight buzzing and jumped up onto the ledge. I considered doing a backflip, but didn't as an extra window had appeared behind me, and I just jumped out of that. I plummeted to the ground, over a desert landscape with a few random buildings, like L.A. or Abu Dhabi, but a little more futuristic. I tried to make it "1916 themed" but that didn't work. I fell and fell until it faded to black, and woke up.

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Cool, calm and collected is how I would describe that dream, I didn't lose it because of over excitement, I think I lost it due to lack of stabilization and a general lack of ideas.

I remember the setting of my dream being almost post apocalyptic, or at least the city I was in wasn't doing so well. It was more at night. I was in Florida. I remember hanging out with some of my friends and my brother. We were in some sort of house that I did not recognize. We were in one of the bed rooms. My friend and I were sitting on the bed discussing classes for the upcoming semester, and my brother was sleeping on the other side of the bed. There is a window above the bed that looks out onto a chemical waste river. I noticed some people standing on the other side of the river. They were 2 men and 1 woman. The woman was shorter, kind of puggier, with WAY too much make-up. The man, a more tall, stocky fellow, with sandy brown hair. I glanced at them out the window and returned to my friend. Suddenly I see these knives and throwing stars come at the window. The throwing stars are the size of CDs. The window has 2 planes of glass but the knives break through the first layer easily. I hear an older gentleman behind me say something like "that window has 2 layers, they can't break both." I replied "they've already broken one and the second one is cracked." After I had said that the knives had broken through the second layer of glass. The knives and throwing stars start flying into the room. I began to fend them off and catch them so they would not land and hit my sleeping brother (who for some reason doesn't wake up from any of this.) I start to get real angry because they are trying to hurt us and are putting my brother in danger. They charge the house. Next to the room where we were in is a hall way leading to a door. They come in through that door. My friend begins to fight with them and I know I can take them with no problem (I start to kind of become lucid here) I grab the taller man by the throat and kind of choke him out and toss him aside. I had thought I had killed him. I focused on the girl then, blocking her attacks and fighting her with martial arts moves that I suddenly know. The man I had choked came up behind me and began fighting me too. I was shocked he didn't die. I began to throw their own knives back at them, cutting them yet they still kept coming. I didn't know why they were attacking us. I got the feeling that they were attacking us because of either a complete misunderstanding or for no particular reason at all. I was getting really frustrated, not only because they wouldn't die, but also that they wouldn't leave us alone. I continued fighting the two throughout the house (I didn't know where the other guy went). The fight goes on for what seems like hours. Eventually the fight was taken outside and I was fighting them while gliding above them trying to find a weakness. This is when I became lucid. I knew I was flying and I was like "wait a minute, I am dreaming." I flew to the top of a house. "ok, what was I supposed to do.....oh right, mexico." I stabilized a bit and tried to visualize the pyramid. I manifested a compass so I could point myself in the right direction. I pushed off the roof of the house and shot myself high in the air. I looked down at the still continuing battle. I saw a friend fighting the strangers among a couple of trees (like spruce trees, which is odd for florida). I turned my attention to my destination. I gathered some energy and pushed off making myself fly at super speed. I knew at this speed I would get there in just a few seconds. The scene is a blur as I shoot through the sky....

My alarm goes off and I wake up. >.<

Dream:

I'm in some woods and I'm lucid (don't remember anything up to that point, or know how I became lucid). I think someone else was in the woods with me, as soon as I realize what is going on I say "lucidity now" (I panicked a little and just said the first things that came to my mind),"clarity now", and rub my hands together.
As I was rubbing my hands together I was looking up into the branches of the trees and the branches had already looked amazing, but when I rubbed my hands they gave off more of a magic forest look.
After that I think I blinked, or closed my eyes for a second to choose what to do next...

And lost it. I couldn't open my eyes back up, I remember just staring into darkness trying desperately to make something appear.

The dream probably only lasted three to five seconds, but it is the only dream where I have remembered emotions (that weren't negative)

I was entering a dream from the last dream I was in. I was on my back in a room I didnt recongnize. Out of no where in a half second a scary really old face with pointy teeth and some rotting flesh was in my face, the creature sitting my my chest. Damn old hag. It yelled hello at me and I freaked out and accidently ported away out of the bed room. I didn't know where I was, probobly the void. I then told myself that I was done lucid dreaming for the morning and that I was most likely going to have more troubles with scary things. I focused on my real eyes and opened them. The dream ended.

lol for awhile after the dream I wsa trying to make sure I was really awake and I had to wake up "mommy" and tell her about my scary dream even tho I am 16.

I was playing a zombie video game, from stray thoughts during my dream meditation as I fell asleep. I got scared as I entered a room in the game. I turned off the game station and planned to head down stairs to mom and dad. I approached the door leading down stairs and knew a zombie was there behind the door. I then realized that it was a goofy dream and hen knew that what was bhind the door could lead to down stairs, a zombie, outer space or even the city of the mole people. I chose to have the Frost Giant laying down taking a nap instead. I opened the door and behold I saw the frost giant sleeping on the stairs. As I walked down I tried to talk to him, but he wouldent wake up. I was suddenly down stairs, I am getting used to just thinking about somewhere and just appearing there with a backstory of how I got there. I was in the bathroom and i had to go pee, but I knew it was a dream. I lifted the toilet lid expecting to see a Zelda triforce written on the toilet under neath. I saw a green triforce instead of the gold I hoped for. I did the same trick with the toilet paper and of course the sae tri force appeared with a missing green triangle and a faint outline of where it should be. I told myself that I read this on dreamviews that it happens like that some times for noobs. I looked in the mirror knowing that it wouldent be as bad as dream viewers said it would be. It was all foggy and I pounded on it while making faces. I then got a scary thought that if i looked in it again I would see a scary ghost. I looked away knowing that the ghost wasnt there becuase in dreams only what you look at or feel with other senses exist. I then found myself at an old western bar, as a girl. A tall slim man with a bad aura was taunting me, threatening my life. I took out my gun and shot him in the head once and it bounced off. I shot again and missed. I knew that I only had one shot left so I shot as he was moving his head and suddenly I went back in time before the third shot, so I hit him again. The bullet went into his mouth, the man made a horrid choking noise. The he opend his mouth, which was full of jagged sharp teeth and belched out fire. I was then a guy with the girl who was shooting. I told her to come with me down and outside where the monster cow boy wouldent find us. I also told her that I was either dreaming or that was a biomechanical android. We where outside running into the woods. We then saw fences leading to an abandoned grave yard, of course it was a good place to hide lol. We jumped over several barbed fences and went inside a stone building. I told the girl that since this was a dream/nightmare the cow boy was probobly inside and I decided not to change it. The evil cow boy was there, he grabed the girl but i charged in and attacked. In a few seconds I killed the evil cow boy. I realized I accidently slashed the girl with my sword and killed her during the fight. The emotional shock got me out of lucidity, I was talking to people at the bar teary eyed about how I failed. The dream ended.

Another lucid where I improved my dream control, I bet i can tleport using doors now.

Dream Lucid Me DC

Dream 1: I was sitting in a room that looked like a bomb shelter. The ceiling, walls and the floor were all made of grey concrete. There were some men sitting with me. We were some sort of league of wizards. Then I started to feel uncomfortable. Apparently everyone else felt it too and we decided to continue upstairs. We climbed a ladder to a house that looked a lot like mine. One of the men, apparently a friend of mine, acted weird. He seemed really nervous. I went to talk to him, but I can't remember exactly how the conversation went. I first asked if he knew what caused that feeling. He said that he had brought a bird, that caused the feeling to everyone near it, downstairs with him. He said he would go and get the bird out of there. I promised to keep it a secret. After a while I went down there too to see if he needed help. I opened a large iron door and saw him being attacked by a phoenix. I raised my hand towards the bird and shouted "Fire!". The room got dimmer and my friend ran out of the room, just in time to get out of the way of an fireball shot by the bird. The bird flew into the first room. All the other wizards were there too. I became half lucid and formed a ball of darkness to my hand and threw it at the bird. I missed. I think I created an forcefield in front of us to block an attack from the bird. Then I pointed my hand at the floor and moved it in a circle. A dark area appeared on the floor under the bird. Then I lifted my arm and an hand came out of the darkness.

It grabbed the bird and transformed into many tentacles that wrapped around the bird, making it immobile. My friend looked at me in awe and the dream ended.

Fragment: I was playing a game. I was in a room with two corridors leading out of it. I took the left one, but it ended up to a locked door. I went to the other one and encountered Bowser. I defeated him and got an upgrade and a key. I opened the other door and fought against an ice giant. After that I can't remember anything except that the final battle was against Xemnas.


Dream 2: I was at my school. We were told to warm up by running in the deep snow. Then we ran out of the school yard. We heard shooting coming from the school. We ran as fast as we could to get away from the shooter. More kids followed us. I don't remember much, but at some point I became lucid. I woke up and used deild to induce another lucid. I can't remember how many lucids I got this way. It was around 3-4. All I remember from the dreams is being at some school, going through a large window, making everyone angry, being unable to summon my keyblades and holding the angry crowd away from me with my fist till the dream ended.

Non-Dream/Lucid/Non-Lucid/Dream counter

DREAM 1: I was in the house. Suddenly the power went out. I looked at my sis' plush dog and it moved its eyes on me. I was freaking scared. I tried to call my mom and my friends and no one answered. My sis' plush dog turned into mine. It had little round eyes so it couldn't move its eyes.
DREAM 2: I dreamed my dad having sex with a hot chick. The God (or it seemed like) talked to me telepathically. He said "You don't have to touch a girl to love it!".
DREAM 3: I was playing on the Wii with Tony. Tony was talking to someone and he was claiming that my channels are all old. I was really pissed off. Who was his friend to criticize my Wii?
DREAM 4: I was in a golden room with my mom. Dunno where that came from but I suddenly asked to myself "AM I DREAMING???". Without doing any RCs I convinced myself I was dreaming. [I didn't had time to do something as I woke up.]

Dream; Semi-Lucid; Lucid; Memorable; 1-4 My Recollection;

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1; Flying with someone really fast in troposphere.
*Dream faded.

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

A nice, detailed lucid that has to be one of my longest ones ever! I didn't do anything too epic in this dream except for a cool slow-motion sequence and a whole lot of observations, just to get back into the swing of things (I didn't want to try teleporting in this one, and unfortunately, I totally forgot about having a shared dream with members of the IOSDP).

I was in a room that was about fifteen by ten feet; it had tan-colored brick walls and dark, faded hardwood flooring. I'm surprised I could find a picture that depicts close to what the room looked like! It looked like the one on the right; I have adjusted the colors and saturation to how it appeared in the dream. It was darkly lit by one yellow lightbulb in the center of the varnished concrete ceiling, hanging from a short but twisted cord. The glow of pale yellow light was steady and unabated but it was still pretty dark. In the middle of one of the shorter walls was a normal, closed wooden door that was painted white. Against the opposite wall, and again right in the middle, there was a double bed. It had a metal frame with one rounded metal piece for a headboard, and reminded me of a crib. On top was a soft, plush white bedspread that was thicker than a duvet. Room in a psych hospital, perhaps?

I was lying on this bed, on my stomach with my head turned over to the right. There was no pillow; I was just resting on top of the bedspread with my head in the covers. Then, I suddenly felt extremely relaxed and almost felt like I was going to fall right through the bed - sleep paralysis. However, in the dream, I regarded sleep paralysis as a terrifying, mental abnormality that shouldn't happen to anyone. I sensed an unknown figure made of black smoke walk over to my bedside and stick a small, very thin needle into my arm, right where I'd receive a shot at the doctor's.

I freaked out; my breathing became erratic and fast, which was very realistic for being in a dream. The episode ended shortly after, when the needle was removed from my arm. I burst out from the bed and ran to the door; I recall the hardwood floor being extremely smooth, without any spaces between the boards or indents. I opened the door to a whole other section of building. This wasn't an insane asylum or anything, but a house that was positioned right next to my school! I had emerged from the room with the bed, into a short, wider hallway which opened up into a central area. This was the second floor. There was a set of crappy-looking, broken stairs going up to a single-room third floor, and a set at the end of the room that went down to the first floor. They looked like they disappeared into the wall, though, because there wasn't enough room for the staircase to change directions. Below is the basic layout of the floor, along with a shaded section for the third floor above it.

The whole place was lit normally. The floor had nice, lighter hardwood and some accent rugs here and there, all rectangular in shape. Although the stairs leading up to the third floor (closed off by a metal door at the top of these stairs) were broken and cracking, and the set going to the first floor were concrete and didn't match the rest of the floor, the place had a warm atmosphere. I felt welcomed. However, I had to tell someone about what I just experienced while lying on the bed.

There were many people in the open room here; one person was at a round table made of polished wood, like you'd see in a small kitchen. There was also a group of six or seven people clustered around two windows on the far wall. They were large and slightly rectangular (horizontally) in shape, and if you were to look outside, you'd see the parking lot for my school, and the school off to the left. The house and school were connected. Outside, it was dark. Nighttime. The door on the wall adjacent to the two windows led to a relatively large bathroom.

Among the cluster of people, I saw a rather grizzled man with pale peach skin that had almost a grey tone to it.

"Hey," I said, slightly desperate and afraid.

He turned around to face me and walked over to where I was standing. I knew this man was very kind and didn't think for one time that he was weird or off-putting, although in a real life situation, I may have avoided him.

I started to talk. "I..."

Midway through my sentence, I suddenly became aware. "Whoa... holy crap. Am I dreaming?" I asked, stupefied and excited. I did a nose-plug reality check to confirm this, and my lucidity went up a bit more. For fun, I looked at the man, using dream control to make him answer the way I wanted him to.

"Am I really dreaming?" I asked, and he answered, throwing his arms up. "Yes!" he said excitedly.

"Awesome! ...Awesome!" I exclaimed and almost ran off without stabilizing or doing any thinking. I stopped myself and started to reason out what I'd do in this dream. "Maybe I should try and get to an airport." But then, I thought the better of it and decided to save that for a time when I was a bit more lucid, and maybe when I was in a brighter location. After all, it was nighttime outside, and in the past I've had difficulties teleporting to daytime areas when I was in a dark area.

"Stabilization. See how long the dream will last if I do lots of stabilization." I thought for a moment. "The bathroom," I then said, chuckling. "There'll be lots of stuff in there!"

I forgot all about the people, simply skipping past them and feeling how weird gravity felt. It didn't feel like I was being pulled down to the floor quite as much, but I wasn't floating at all; I simply felt a bit less heavy. The door to the bathroom was open, so I just pushed it open more and walked inside. The floor was pretty gross - it was made of colorful yellow tiles, each probably only two or three inches across, with dust in the grout between each of them. There were pale stains along the floor from water, or something. I really didn't want to know. Altogether, the room was a good 10x10 feet, with a long, single white bathtub on the right that had a long, white clear shower curtain to match. The curtain was half-open. The walls of the bathroom were beige and also had very faint stains, which I guessed were from water. In front of me, at the end of the room was a sink. The left wall, adjacent to the one that had the sink in front of it, had the toilet against it. The toilet was the cleanest thing in the bathroom, but I didn't notice an opening to the siphon or plumbing. It just looked like a big, toilet-shaped bowl (ignore the irony there).

I walked to the sink. Above it was a mirror, which was probably double the width of the sink with a fancy gold rim around it; this rim was a bit rusty and lightly scratched in some patches. I looked into it and saw myself - I looked as normal as I could have; I thought it was maybe just a trick of the dream and when I were to wake up, I'd realize I looked totally off, but upon closer observation, nothing changed. I looked like I did in real life, with the exception of my hair. It was slightly shorter than it should've been. I took my attention away from my face and looked past it to the rest of the room; I saw the door behind me, and the toilet on the... right? What?

I raised my eyebrow and turned around. The room had gotten smaller; now it was the side of a normal small bathroom. The toilet was now on the right of the sink instead of the left, and the room was half as long and wide as it was before. The door was mere feet away from me; I'm guessing about six or seven.

"Cool."

I then expected a shelf to be on the left wall. Turning to the left, I saw a thinner, rectangular white plank of wood coming out from the wall. On it were toiletries; I remember seeing Colgate toothpaste and a toothbrush, along with a men's electric razor. I picked up the toothpaste and it felt like a rock; the white and red tube didn't seem squeezable so I just put it in my right hand and rolled it around for a few moments. I ran my left hand against the wall and felt small bumps, like tiny pieces of grit and stones had been trapped behind the wallpaper. It tickled my hand so I took it off, and then I dropped the toothpaste. I then decided to get (slightly) creative and lick the wall. I did this and it didn't taste like anything. I then knelt down and licked the floor, figuring there was no harm in doing it, no matter how nasty it may have been. The floor didn't taste like anything either. I moved my tongue around and said "bleh". Getting up, laughing as I did, I then smelled the air. I picked up a trace of sandpaper, but that was it.

After sticking my nose out to smell the air, I rubbed my hands together and looked at them. I counted six fingers on my left hand, but it looked like it only had five, so I counted them again. It was a bit of a mind-bleep. My right hand was very weird; it had five fingers but my thumb was missing the middle segment; it just had the base part and the end where the fingernail was! Yuck! I was able to move it like normal after I stopped looking at it, though, as if it was back to the way it should've been. Finally, I stopped to hear any sounds I could pick up on. I heard very quiet, muffled windchimes, but although the sound was distant, it felt like it was coming from all around me. The sound was quiet enough not to bother me though, and it seemed to stop once I started heading back to the open door of the bathroom. I was now in the main room again, and the lighting had changed - all the lights were off, and the only source of light was from the moon outside, coming in through the windows. It was rather pretty, but...

"Wow..." I said, a bit frustrated. "There is no way I'm going to change this to daytime." I walked to one of the two windows; more specifically the one on the right, closest to the wooden table, and looked through the glass. It was surprisingly clear. I saw the parking lot, but it was two stories down. I also noticed there were no longer any people around in the room.

I shrugged and rested my hand on the glass, gradually pushing harder on it until the whole piece of glass just fell down onto the ground. I then stepped up onto the windowpane, first with my right foot and then my left, and pushed off, jumping into the air. I didn't float at all for once, and simply fell back down really quickly like what would happen in real life, then landed on the asphalt with a low-pitched thud that almost sounded like breaking glass. I then looked to the left; in the moonlit darkness I saw the large front entrance to my school, so I began walking towards it.

Halfway there, I stopped to look up at the sky and I saw the moon, which was in a relatively normal location. Looking up even further, almost so that I didn't see anything on the ground anymore, I saw some tiny stars that were almost faded away completely. There were a few turquoise-colored streaks of clouds, which were also hard to spot. Most of them were near where the moon was. I didn't see a lot of details on the face of the moon itself; it was really just a white circle with some very light gray blots on it. I put my finger in front of the moon and dragged it downwards, towards the earth. I expected the sun to come up in turn, and for the entire sky to get brighter. However, even though the moon moved with my finger, the sun didn't come up and only a patch of sky above the school got brighter. Then again, I'd never been very good at changing the sky.

"Brighten the sky," I shouted commandingly. Nothing happened.

"Whatever, be that way," I said in the tone a parent would say to an unruly child, and waved my hand off towards the sky. I walked to the school and when I got there, I opened the furthest left of four wide doors that each consisted of only a metal frame and a big pane of glass. The door wasn't locked, but it would've been in waking life. I walked into the atrium, which was the main area of the school that spanned upwards for three stories, and led to, essentially, all the different classrooms.

The main section of the school, right when you walk in, consists of a large, long atrium with a triangular glass roof, which allows for much light to enter the school, making it fairly airy and bright. Classrooms are on the left and right of this atrium, and near the entrance there's a large set of stairs on the right, just before the classrooms begin. The main tones in the building include light beige, light eggshell blue tiles, and accents of paler turquoise, such as on the window frames and stair handles.

The place was actually lit very well; I looked up through the glass roof and saw the dark night sky, but didn't care, so long as I could see inside the building, which was bright. I passively traveled down the atrium and saw many different people walking around, but I didn't recognize anyone in particular. However, since I knew that I couldn't get to an airport and create an amazing chase scenario from here, immediately I decided that I just wanted to raise hell in this dream, by any means necessary. At this point, I'm not even sure if I cared whether I woke up or not. This dream was already longer than the majority of my other lucids, and I knew this.

I crossed my arms and stood in the middle of the area for a couple moments. I wanted to fight and bring a whole mass of bad guys down on me.

My gaze then flicked to the side as I imagined (without actually hearing anything) a twig snapping outside the school entrance. I breathed out quickly, acting like I'd been surprised, and then widened my eyes as I heard a group of men entering the atrium behind me, through the glass doors I'd just gone through. I spun around and, without visualization at all, saw that they were wearing dark gray and black S.W.A.T. outfits.

"Man, I'm sick of these S.W.A.T. teams," I said, out of character for a moment and just complaining about the dream.

"Oh well," I then said in a lighter tone. Back in character again, I saw a man in the middle hold a gun up to eye level and shuffle a few steps towards me. The gun he was holding looked like it was made entirely of lightweight metal, almost exactly like the one on the left. He was aiming for me and before I could do anything dream control-wise, he shot at me. I jumped up and curved backwards, just in time as the slower-than-normal bullet whizzed right underneath me. My jumping movement was fast, but as I arced backwards it became slow motion, which was an amazing sensation. I wasn't paying attention to the man who shot me anymore, and was simply taking note of how when I tried to move my arms, it would be like moving through a viscous liquid. I didn't try to move my legs, which felt like they were numb and floating. The slow-motion sequence ended in about ten seconds and instead of continuing to curl backwards and end with a backflip, I kicked my legs from in front of me to underneath me, and I landed upright.

I looked at the men and raised my chin, daring them to shoot again, but the dream faded.

im still new at this. im going to try to have another lucid dream tonight. wish me luck.

Moving the dream body in SP. The movement anchored into a dream of my room. Stabilized by touching and smelling various things. Went to go check the card in the other room, but not locked in the dream yet and fall to black. HI forms several times, always sped up by moving/ rolling out of my waking body. Struggle with balancing awareness and relaxation for a while. Get woken up

Yet again I had more than one dream but both of them are very very small, I haven't been getting much sleep lately...
Dream #1
I was in high school and I was going to go on a field trip... I went and really nothing happened, just walked around. Once I got back I went to the library and looked through random books. Eventually I found one that looked like it had something in it so I opened it up and actually found a vibrating toy. This was the first time I had ever seen one up close, dream or not, and decided to take it and use it (realize I wouldn't ever EVER do such a thing), so I went into the supply closet in the school and woke up shortly after.
Dream #2 I was some kind of warior in some kind of mystical land with another fierce warior that I was supposed to hunt down and kill. I set off after him, having little adventures along the way, until I cane to some kind of makeup stand. I stopped and took a look at some of the powders and accesories and wondered why it was almost nothing but eyeshadow and blending brushes. I asked "Do you have any black eyeliners?" and woke up juast after...

DELETED

I was at my house and i thought to my self this is a dream cause it didnt feel real so i did a reality check and i was lucid. i went outside and tried to fly but failed (this is weird because im like an expert at flying) so i said to my self "Screw it i bet theres a hot girl around the corner of my house". I walked to the front of the house there was no girl. Then 3 girls walked around the other corner and then i picked one out, picked her up, and i got laid.

[I]I could not finish this due to pain in my left wrist. I spend sometimes hours a day writing. I decided I must purchase an ergonomic keyboard, which I did. I recommend this to everyone. Also, bring your awareness to your body. Are you thirsty or hungry? Drink water, eat, use the bathroom. Are you hunching over? Sit up straight, yet balanced. Place your feet flat on the floor. Take a break, go outside and get some fresh air, then come back. Are you sitting up straight? How easily we lose physical awareness. How easily we lose dream awareness.[/I]

[B]Learning Dream Skills in my Theta Mind[/B]

I am in a building with elaborate neoclassical architecture. I am on a high floor and there are English policemen saying I am going to get a ticket and go to jail for my outlandish behavior.

[COLOR="red"]I see the Interdimensional Witch in the crowd smirking at me.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I realize I am dreaming. Surge. Calm down.

The policeman shoves the ticket at me, ordering me to sign it. "I don't have to sign shit. I am not going to jail. This is my dream." The police move to arrest me, but I just ignore them and laugh.

missing time

I am on a balcony now, with the same crowd, right outside the room I was in. It is night.

missing time.

I am back in the room, and I look up at the blue sky. I am going the fly the fuck out of here! Surge. Calm down. I float out to the balcony, and fly slowly, maintaining altitude over the scene below. I am at an Ivy League college. It is a bright summer day, and people are milling about on the grass below. I fly in a vertical position with my arms rigid. I wonder if I am doing this in waking life. I focus on my dream arms. They feel real. My arms are starting to get tired. I ignore the tiredness, and focus on flying. Smoothly, smoothly, good. I float down to the crowd.

I wonder what will happen if I spin like a tornado. I spin and turn into a red tornado blur like the Tasmanian Devil cartoon character, and teleport ten feet forward. I try it again. Awesome!

There is an extremely tall woman, like an Amazon, about seven or more feet tall, or about 2.4 meters. She has very long blond hair, and a long straight nose, high cheekbones, and a broad face. She looks Chinese and White. She is curvy and sexy. She pulls me to her as I fly by, and her boobs are in my face. I tilt my head up to kiss her, and wake up.
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[I]I woke up from this awesome dream, and used the bathroom. I lied back down, then remembered my dream. After remembering it, I realized I had forgotten it for a minute, then remembered it! This goes to show that Recall is the most important dream skill, and lucidity is not going to necessarily help us remember our dreams.
On another note, something unusual I have learned about myself is that I am more adept in Delta brainwave state, or that my recall for that state is above average. I do not have very good dream control in Theta. But, the same rules apply, except for some reason, I have to teach my Theta Dreaming Mind all the skills that my Delta Mind knows, from the ground up. This is why I am focusing on such simple skills as flying and teleporting. I used to always try to summon weapons, make portals, and shoot fireballs in Theta with little or halfway success. I have since learned that for some bizarre reason unknown to me, my Theta Mind must learn all the Dream Control skills from the ground up, starting with the basics such as flying and teleporting.
For some reason, I could never remember to spin in dreams. Spinning like a tornado instead of a little kid helps for me personally.[/I]

[B]Fake Keiko[/B]
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Keiko is this woman who I was dating for awhile. She is out of my life right now, and I am a little disappointed about that. She is from Japan.[/I]

I am talking to Keiko, and she is responding in her cute thick Japanese accent. It sounds like her, but this woman is a different person. Why are we at school? I am confused.

[I]I wake up, and realize it was a dream, because Keiko looks nothing like the woman I was talking to in my dream. Later on, in waking life, I went to school. I was standing in line at Subway, and I heard a Japanese accent, a female voice standing next to me, which I ignored. It's unremarkable, plus direct eye contact with complete strangers may be considered rude in their culture. This woman was standing right next to me, and as I turned to go, we were staring each other in the face. My jaw must have dropped, because it was the woman who I had a dream of earlier that morning. Even standing in line I thought, "Her voice sounds like Keiko's, but I know Keiko would not be here."
I hung around outside to see if the woman was going to come out, thinking it might be significant, then I dismissed it as a real synchronicity, but simultaneously insignificant.[/I]

[B]Bathroom Frag[/B]

I am cleaning up my roommate's piss on the toilet. Dirty fucker.

[I]Funny thing is, I live alone, and have lived alone for a few months. In my dream my roommate was my neighbor in the next apartment over who I always hear piss fart and burp.[/I]