lucid

I am sitting in the brush in the forest holding a sword
I am at the edge of town near buildings
I walk through the forest and spot a group of maybe 7 or 8 orcs talking at the edge of town
I shoot an exploding arrow at one
It kills them all
Many orcs come after me
I run through the forest and hide inside a bush
I hear them searching for me around for a long time and they eventually give up and go away
I go through a window of a building
I look through a window and see a group of orcs gathered in the streets
I sit on the floor next to the window and smoke a cigarette
I put it out and take out a pistol and unload on the group of orcs through the window
A couple run at me but I kill them before they reach the window
I climb through the broken window
I see orcs far down the road at both sides
I summon the sword I was holding before
I walk towards the ones at my right
I make my sword bigger
I sword fight four of them at once
I slash one in the face
As I'm blocking an attack from one another hacks me through my back
I just force the sword out my back and heal my wound instantly
I turn around ( I am pissed)
I lift up my hand and make him burst into flames
He squeels and growls as he dies
I look around and the all start to back away confused and scared
I turn one into a ice block
Another I shock to death with lightning sending him flying backwards
they all start to run
I rise into the air and turn into a demon. A purple demon that is extremely ripped with large bat wings.
I am sick of this and decide to leave
I fly and sit on the roof of a building or maybe it was some kind of house
I smoke a joint
I lie down and stare at the sky for awhile
I am really tripping out
the sky seems to warp and change colors plus my high feels pretty intense
I fall asleep on the roof

I'm at my house with my friend Payton. He has a friend who is starting a band. Payton told him I might be interested. There is a strat and a roland micro cube amp on the table. Payton calls him up and we do the audition through the phone. He tells me to play fade to black heavy part. Now I do it but then I don't know why but there was this tremolo picking part. I screw up on that. The kids yelling that I suck. He says "Let me hear you sing." i reply saying "I'm not much of a singer but I suppose I could do back up vocals and harmonization." but then I decide not not to even join this band. This kid is a dick. I yell into the phone "screw you and your faggot band". I'm not usually one to do outbursts like that. I walk
Into my living room. my parents are in there. They say they are concerned. I go to my room. I lay on my bed. The next thing I know i am waking up. I look at my hand and I see 6 fingers. I go all like . I then look at the clock. It says 7:10:80. Now I know I am dreaming. I quickly run out of my room and say I'm going outside. It is the evening. I look to the sky and say turn clear blue as it is at noon. It does it. The sun is beating down now. I get the idea to turn the world around me into Alice in wonderland theme. I command the sky to turn purple and the trees to turn blue. They change but it's a dull purple and blue. I turn around and my mom is there. She says she wishes she could have learned this when she was a kid. I look in my driveway and some family friends are over. I didn't have control at this point. There were egg yolks and whites out of their shells and we were throwing them at each other. Then I got control again. I summoned a maze. I got through it but then I woke up into the real world.
Mah first lucid!

I found myself in the computer room after taking a nap. I knew I was dreaming then the dream faded, I remembered that it would most likely be a false waking so I let it happen. I was in my bed and couldn't move. I fought to move. The dream ended.

It's an half-lucid dream. I know that I'm part of something dreamlike, but I don't control anything, not even where I go.

I'm in the nearest big city, 8 km away from my home town. I'm in a street which I drive nearly all day past. The houses aren't colourful anymore, but they look very desolated and grey. There are a lot of people going around. They look really sad or depressive.I realize that this has to be a dream, but strangely, I don't want do control anything. I somehow know that I'm in my novel that I'm writing. So I just wanted to know how my imagination continuous my work that I'm writing.
I follow the group of the people. They are all rushing to an hill that is outside from the town. Outside the town everything is brownish, grey. There are no plants, no trees. The ground is polluted with plastic and such stuff.
We stand there and I see a plane, a Boeing or something like that falling from the sky. It's burning and everyone from the town came to see its explosion. The burning plane crashes in a group of people standing to close to the impact zone. This fact makes everyone happy and joyful, because they wanted some distraction. I'm a bit shocked, maybe a bit scared too.
But the frighting thing just came afterwards: it seemed that there were survivors jumping out the plane ad crawling on the ground. They are burning alive. The place smells funny, a mix from burning electronics and barbecue. I'm disgusted. The other people are clapping in their hands and started to talk about the crash.
DC A: Yeah that's what I call terrific!
DC B: All right. Today's crash was even better than the one last week

I awake. I was really excited ad wrote everything down and continued the story until the morning lol. The rest of the day I was tired

1. I forget under what circumstances it happens, but I do the nose pinch reality check and realize that I'm dreaming. I do the standard hand rub to stabilize, then see a window to the side of me. I have nothing better in mind, so I jump through it with ease and emerge on the other side into a winter scene. I start to fly and surge upwards through a cloud of snow. I realize that it's really rather cold, so I focus and summon a pair of gray wool pants. They appear in my hands with proper texture, and when I put them on they feel very soft and warm. I think about going into space, and as I look around I see a balloon ship. I fly over to it and fire up its engines, continuing to rise all the time. I try to change my clothes into a spacesuit, but I feel myself losing control...

I false awaken, and emerge into a scene where my mom and I are baking, with flour strewn everywhere. I ask nonchalantly if she was in the previous dream, and she responds that she's skilled enough to manage her own control. I talk excitedly about the concept of shared dreaming, admitting that it's probably "metaphysical bullshit."

2. I'm with some girl in a room that seems almost like a temple. Around a central altar, where we both are laying, are twelve pillars that correspond to the signs of the zodiac. She is initially very aggressive and defiant, but I calm her down and it seems like we go through a relationship in superfast motion with stages informed by zodiac signs.

3. I'm playing a game of hide and seek (using parkour to maneuver) on the Havana map of Call of Duty. My team has my brother and a couple of professional wrestlers, while my mom's team has her old friends. I eventually manage to track their last team member down and deliver the tag in a room from my own house.

Saturday, July 9

I. Lucid #13 – I Brought This Hand to Your House

The first memory I have of this dream is being in the passenger’s seat of a convertible that A.J.R is driving. I pop a zit and watch in the rearview mirror as a huge amount of stuff comes out. It looks like a soft-serve ice cream cone. We are on our way to stay with someone at their house. I do not know them or recognize them when we meet them later in the dream.

More things happen which I do not remember now.

I then remember sitting in their living room. The couches that A.J.R, S.B and I are sitting on are red. A.J.R picks up a magazine and opens it to find that it’s full of ants. This doesn’t bother him though, he goes on to observe that they have chewed a hole through the middle of the whole magazine. He sticks his finger in it although we tell him that’s probably a bad idea. The ants also are growing larger, they are suddenly a little more than half a hand’s length long. He flicks one of them onto the table and S.B kills it. This greatly upsets A.J.R. He yells and disappears suddenly, leaving the floor covered in these large teardrop-shaped gold or lighted objects. The owner of the house comes in and gives us a dirty look. I say “well, I guess we’re cleaning these up then.”

I close my computer, which to that moment I don’t remember having in front of me, and I place it on the footrest in front of me to find that my computer is already there. The one I put down has two stickers and the one sitting in front of me has three.

I start questioning reality as I’m looking at this, and as I ponder it I am suddenly in a completely different place. There is a blond girl next to me I haven’t met. I am in a place with a stone and walls, and I think it has a ceiling yet I am still looking up at the sky. I look down at my hands, and I can’t really explain the problem but I notice something wrong. I think I may have even had an extra hand. I start figuring this out loud to the girl.

“I had this hand with me when I got here, and this hand I brought to your house…” I pause for a second, looking at her and then say “we are in a dream right now!” I ask her some question, something like “do you know what this means?” I look at her for a moment as she stutters and babbles nonsense. I leave her and start walking around the room, stabilizing the dream. I’m not sure exactly how long this lasts, anywhere from 30 seconds to a minute and a half. I look at my feet and jump into the air, feeling the dream’s gravity.

The moment I had start running around doing all this, B.R my guitar professor walks in from the distance (the outsides of the room are completely dark) and comes slowly across my field of view, getting closer and closer to me. He gives me this strange smile, almost like he was daring me to talk to him. I don’t, I think I may have been afraid to because of how many weird dreams I’ve had recently about playing guitar with him in them.

I stabilize this dream pretty well, however I am still unable to bring myself fully into a dream and gain control of what I think and do. I still lack a specific plan or goal to accomplish in a dream, so as soon as I become lucid my thoughts race and I just run around, preoccupied with racing thoughts that I have to DO STUFF! Since there’s nothing around me except B.R whom I stupidly ignore, I run back up to the girl and try to kiss her, but this makes her mad. After a moment she has disappeared and another appears. I ask her nicely and she obliges. The act of closing my eyes is what ends the dream, I black out briefly and wake up.

I had three (possibly 4) dreams that I remember from last night. And 2 of them were lucid!

The first dream was pretty short. I was in my old house, looking at my desk. I realize that my monitor isn't there, and it should be. For whatever reason, that's what makes me lucid. So I calmly walk out of the house. I look around, and scrutinize everything I'm seeing. I'm also rubbing my hands together, just in case. I start walking down the long driveway, thinking about what I want to do. I make a couple feeble attempts to have a furred friend show up, by expecting him to be right behind me. Having had no practice with this technique before, it doesn't work. I get a little discouraged, but not much. Around this time the dream falls apart, though. I wake up and it's around 6 AM, so I roll over and go back to sleep.

The second dream is shorter than the last. I'm lucid again (well, semilucid, at least) with no recollection of a specific trigger. I'm wandering around this big house that looks oddly familiar, but I can't place why. Again, I'm carefully examining my surroundings. I don't remember too many details from this one unfortunately, but I'm pretty sure the house familiarity is a false memory. The house looks vaguely familiar to my parents' friends' house, where we stayed last week for a wedding. But the house is a lot bigger than that, and arranged differently. Plus it has an indoor hot tub.

The third (and fourth if you wanna count them separate) dreams kinda blend together. There's one where I'm going through a regimen for psychic powers not unlike the DVASA regimen, but more ridiculous. I remember watching an older man I don't know use "telekenesis" to mess with a light, or somesuch. From my perspective though, it looked more like a double came out of him, and the double fooled with the light. The double also goes over to a nearby desk and eats a pretzel from a can sitting there, grinning at me. I remember flipping through some pages of my training book, but some parts of the book are missing, or were specifically cut. The only specific line I remember is something about "Zeta Awareness", which I think is similar to viewing auras but... not? I can't remember.

At some point this seems to meld with another dream where I'm inexplicably waking up in an unfamiliar area. I can't remember a lot of the details. But like some other dreams I've had, I was out and about wearing nothing at all, with some boxers at hand that I'm hoping to find a secluded place to put on. (The logic fails there, but the choice of dress makes sense. That's how I sleep, so naturally it ends up in my dreams occasionally.) At some point I'm on a highway, sitting on the trunk of a moving car as if that's the best way to bum a ride these days. I notice my dad back there, chatting with someone else as he moves towards the car. That's when I suddenly realize, it's not some random car but my parent's car. That's good, I need the ride. I think I try to hop into the still-moving car or something, but the dream is just too fuzzy. This is all I can put down with certainty.

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I wake up, and stretch. I am not at home. I am at home. I am in my bedchamber in the Temple of Nothing, ON THE GREEN MOON. Holy shit. Calm down. I snuggle closer to my lovers. I casually get up, like I do this all the time. I do do this all the time. WHAT THE HELL? I do? I do. Right. I walk to the “bathroom” more of a bath house, and look in the mirror. Yeah... I have a lion-man face. Stripes and spots dance across my face.
I drink some water from an ornate fountain. I see a swirling vortex portal in the floor, and I shit dark energy into it, and laugh. Man I feel good! I fly up through a hole in the pyramid, and summon a rainstorm, and shower in it. I lick the rain and purr. Angelina teleports next to me, and pets me. She has two big cat guardians which rub up against me.
REPORT.
Uh... what the fuck?
REPORT.
An alien grey ship appears out of a portal to another dimension. Every entity inside it feels as godly as Vegeta. The Greys shoot pure astral tentacles out through the sides of their ship, and hook into my chakras. My fur falls off and my body turns grey. My eyes become huge and black. Angelina launches her white tigers at the ship, but I call them off. Angelina is confused.
“I’ll be fine!” I wave, and disappear into the wormhole. I am terrified, yet fascinated. I teleport on to their ship.
It is all chromed and smooth on the inside.
“You missed your last two reports, brother. Now we must open you up.”
They freeze me, and a strange cyborg machine wheels in, and opens up my abdomen as if it’s all robotic. It is all robotic.
“What you are seeing is your brain trying to make sense of the raw data encased in your dream body. You have no guts or robotic parts here, only energy.”
I remember now... I just feel... weak...
I go into semi-consciousness, fading in and out.
I wake up screaming in the Healing Glen.
The Greys are standing all around me, along with the Frost Giant.
“You told me they were benign,” he says, leaning on a staff. Wait, why is he- why does he look greyish?”
I wake up for real on their spacecraft. I am strapped to a table. Goddamnit. This is the physical plane, isn’t it? Yes. No goddamned powers. Fucking wakeworld bullshit. How the fuck do I get out of here. I just- I inhale, and the restraints pop off my chest. I somehow have this intense chi... I feel it, right behind my eyeballs. I focus heat on my wrist restraints, and begin to weaken them with increasing heat. I focus a total vibration to make the heat reflect about an eigth of an inch above my skin so I don’t get burned.
I grow into a great red demon, and become Hellboy suddenly. Okay, maybe this is a dream? But, it looks so real. Fuck it, I am going to kick some alien ass. I storm down the hallway, smashing shit.
“I want to know what the fuck is going on, assholes!” I roar. Alarms go off. They run down the hall and shoot some type of sound frequency which knocks out my nervous system, and I collapse instantly. “goddamm you ath holth... “ I drool. Then a tall female one communicates with me telepathically.
Listen, brother, we gave you the Christ gene of Compassion, which is something our species does not understand. We find it fascinating. Every once in a while, a Grey is created that is more individualistic and what you would call, ‘caring.” This Captain whose genes were bonded to yours was of that type. We have been doing experiments with your people, mixing our genes, for we are dying out due to our “lack of compassion,” as you would call it. Of course, we do not look at it like that. We realize we are the most intelligent species on our planet. So, we genetically engineered ourselves to be even more and more intelligent. We crafted our bodies to prolong our lives, and to induce whatever brainwave state we wish at any time. We gave ourselves the ability to turn on and off different hormones. Some people became addicted to their hormones, and they died off. The ones who survived usually do not use a lot of their hormones. We have become very powerful. We mathematically, precisely, recrafted our planet exactly how we wanted it to be. We took the best genes we could from everything for our species. Maybe because of this “selfish” endeavor, we lost the ability to care for other species, only looking at them for the genetic potential. We destroyed our planet with our genetic engineering, but by that time we had the ability to make portable planetoids, spaceships out of asteroids. We live in the Asteroid Belt, well some of us. We, as you call, the Greys, are a very Diverse race. Each asteroid, planetoid, ship, has its own culture. We are many Hive Minds. As descendants of insects, we see death as nothing. We just discard the bodies after taking what we can for genes. It becomes soil, food for our plants.”
“You eat?”
“Sometimes. We don’t eat the way you do, we absorb food. You have a lot of questions.”
“Is this a dream?”
“Why don’t you do a reality check?”
I do a nose RC. It works at first, then I cough. I can’t do it. I look at my hands. I have great red demon hands.
‘You can shapeshift in the physical plane in this Dimension, brother.”
“What the fuck? Where am I?”
The alien starts saying a bunch of numbers. I say that means nothing. Then, I am shown a bunch of star maps, our solar system, then, we skip to another arm of the galaxy through a wormhole, and I am shown an earth very similar to ours. I realize I am inside part of the Moon, looking out of a window or crater. I feel so disoriented, I vomit. Nanobots appear out of the floor, and spray some type of enzymatic gel over the vomit which immediately breaks it down, and it vaporizes into the air with a puff that smells like strange flowers. Then, a tiny robot appears, and vaccuums up the remains: a tiny pile of dust.
“Thank you for the compost, Brother,” the alien says matter-of-factly. “We pulled you into this physical dimension through the Dream Plane, because it’s easier to simply incarnate your dream body into a temporary physical blank rather that risk damaging the only physical body you have in your Home Dimension.”
“You are blowing my mind.”
“Would you like a tissue?”
“Uh,” I laugh. “Wait, is that a joke?”
“Yes,” I feel the alien wryly grin. “I have been working on this “humor” for about two centuries, and I have made some progress, however small.”
“Fascinating.”
“I sense you have been fed a lot of bullshit by the gods of lies. Yes, that happens. If you want to understand us, first we must be able to have some kind of mutual understanding, some type of real communication. In your value system, you believe “love,” or “compassion” to be the most valuable thing. But, why do you always kill each other? The only time we kill each other is if another person is dying, has lost their mind, is old, or if the person feels their existence is unnecessary. So, when we kill others of our kind, it’s a deliberate culling process. But, this idea of killing for, “love” love of another person, or of tribe, or nation, seems to us, contradictory. You people are very primitive in your technology, but your race is very adaptable, genetically, being the mutts of the galaxy. Also, your immune systems have resistances to many intergalactic bacteria. The war we have been fighting against the microverse has exhausted our species to the point of death. We have mastered ourselves. We returned to our planet, and cared for it with mathematical precision, helping things to evolve quickly, but, in our meddling, we upset the balance of nature. Again, many of us had to leave and live on asteroids for centuries while we let our planet lie fallow.
“And when we returned, a Hive Mind with quadrillions upon quadrillions of creatures had invaded our planet: a bacteria. This bacteria is a gene-eater. It absorbs genes of its host to disguise itself as it infects the entire being. It is being controlled by a sentient mind even more powerful than ours due to its longetivity. It is 100 million times older than Our Mind. Therefore, we look to you, dear human, as our Experiment, and Savior. We would like to appear as the Compassionate Ones that we are supposed to be, but for that, we need some human genes from a creature that does not want to kill other humans. We will insert these genes back into ourselves in order to become more human, and in order to understand your people more."
For some reason, at that moment I did not feel human at all. I felt like an ancient creature, tired, wise, and patient. “I offer you my genes in exchange for yours, my Sister,” I hear myself saying. I feel like I am creeping myself out.
I am led down a hall... and the dream changes. Is my perception altering? A stone wall... sandstones in a castle... or pyramid... a pyramid. We descend down steps in robes. The aliens are wearing white robes, and my big red demon self a black and white one with gold birds on it. I am led to a large room shaped like an inverted ziggurat. There is a woman tied to a large stone slab. She is also gagged. She doesn’t seem to struggle. There are other humans around her, tying her knots loosely. The bow when they see us, then panic and run away. The aliens chant, then leave us. I undo the ropes, then I realize they are tied to nothing. She giggles, and wraps her arms around me, kissing me. We make love in the depths of the pyramid by torchlight. Suddenly we are back on the alien ship. We are two Grey aliens. “Did we just have sex?” I say to the female alien.
“Of a type.” She shows me how our tongues come out, and sex cells are passed through small holes in the tongue. “My eggs are almost ready. I feel them,” she smiles. A handful of eggs like frog eggs come out of a hole in her belly. She shows them to me, then leaves the room. I follow her to an incubation area. She puts the eggs in a drawer, and slides the drawer shut.
“What happens to our eggs?”
“They grow.”
“But, our children?”
“There is no ‘our’ children, only Children.”
“What did I just do?”
“Gene exchange. Now you will morph.”
“No.”
“Yes, your physical body, your genes of your body on your home planet is going to morph because of the code we implanted in your mind. This code will alter your mind and brain to change your code to be more enhanced. You psionics and compassion will increase. This will inevitably bring more hardship into your life.”
“Thanks.”
“You are welcome. From these lessons, should you learn from them, you will gain wisdom required to be one of Us.”
“What do you mean?”
“Please be patient. You are on a Mission, Captain. Your alien Christ genes are here to show the world love. We need you to be compassionate on us, or we will die. We need this to adapt to a changing universe. We will train you as you progress. Do not tell anyone about these visits that we have.”
“Why not? I am going to do it.”
“Fine. You have, free will, Half-Breed, but I will warn you that most people will think you are crazy for revealing any of this.”
“It doesn’t matter, this is just a dream.”
“I’m real,” she says and slaps my face.
I slap my own face. OW! I do a nose pinch... doesn’t work.. .goddammit.
“Go home,” she says, and grabs my face, kissing it.
I wake up in the Temple of Nothing, a tiger-man kissing a pillow.

[This is a catch-up post. This dream is from the night of June 18-19, and it's one of the most fascinating lucids I've had yet.]

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm shopping at the old Toys 'R Us that we used to go to when I was a kid. [In real life, it's been closed for several years.] I've driven up there all the way from my current town, by myself, and I told my parents where I was going before I left. I've come there just to get the purple hippo stuffed animal that I saw advertised. I find it, go to a checkout stand, swipe my credit card through the card reader sitting on the floor near one of the checkouts, and then walk to the other side of the line of checkouts and get in line to check out. There's quite a long line, but it's moving fairly quickly because there are a lot of checkouts open, and all the checkers are calling people over from that one line. The line is in a rectangular, dark, warehouse-like space in the front of the store, separated from the store proper by high, dark gray metal shelf racks that reach all the way to the high ceiling. When it comes my turn to check out, the checker waves me through when I show her my toy and the receipt that was printed out of the credit card reader.

I exit the store and get into my car [our current, brown Honda]. I examine my purple hippo. It's smaller and narrower than the teddy bear I already have [in real life], and therefore not as good a shape for use as an arm pillow, but still, it's kinda cute. I can feel that it has a plastic cup built into its nose, so that its nose holds its conical shape. I set it down on the floor of the passenger seat, start the car up, and drive out of the parking lot via the ramp behind and to the right of the store.

This ramp forces me to turn right, putting me onto a one-way street. “This is why my parents never went out this way,” I say to myself. I end up driving through a neat, clean, inviting-looking urban downtown area, with lots of modern, glass buildings, concrete parking structures, and trees on the sidewalks.

[The dream shifts.] I'm walking the darkened halls of a big, old apartment building whose halls form a continuous square. Stuff involving Muppets, a bird named Gloria, and an alarm clock happens. [This was another elaborate and plotty dream, but I don't really remember the details anymore. I don't particularly care, though, because the next part is the really awesome part.]

[The dream shifts again.] I'm out on the town, in the same cool, modern downtown I was driving around earlier, only now I'm on foot. While walking across a plaza, I see several of my friends from [$SocialClub] [an organization I belong to in real life]. I recognize that I've been in this downtown before, and am very happy to be here. Somewhere around this point, I become lucid. [As usual, I don't remember precisely at what moment I did so. It may have been that recognition that I'd been there before that triggered lucidity, but I'm not sure.] I also pass by my friends from [$Class], who are on their way to class. I think of going with them, but choose to go off by myself and explore instead.

I end up on a particular street corner where there is a restaurant with a live band playing inside. I enter the restaurant to listen to the band. The restaurant is named “Café Debussy.” [ :gape: Whoa. That is so awesome. That's the name of the cafe where Cobb gives Ariadne her first lesson in shared dreaming in Inception. That is just so cool that I have my own version of it. I may have realized the significance of this name at that moment, or it may not have been until after I woke up, I'm not sure.]

While I'm in the restaurant, I meet and get into a conversation with a female dream character, who asks me who I am. I say the same kinds of things I would say when meeting someone for the first time in real life: that I live and work nearby, what I do, that I'm a member of [$SocialClub]. When I finish, she looks at me with an expression that shows that she's disappointed in me, and that she can see right through the baloney I'm giving her. “Who are you, really?” she asks.

I sigh and start telling her the truth.

“I'm from another world, that's not like yours,” I say. “I only come to visit here when I'm dreaming.” I stop myself short of saying that I'm dreaming all this that's around us.

As I speak, we start rising up off the ground. I'm either flying us up or causing a tower to grow up from the ground under us. [I'm not exactly sure, but I think it was more likely the latter, because] I'm making the buildings all around us grow taller or shorter, or change shape, just by thinking about it. I'm doing this because I want to show my companion the city from up high.

“Because I'm dreaming, I can control the situation, like this,” I say. “It's fun.” [I say a bit more that I don't remember now, and then] I end by sighing again, then saying, “So, here I am, your dreamer.” I extend my hand to shake hands with her.

She takes it. [Surprisingly,] The female DC reacts to what I've just told her with happiness and excitement. She leads me purposefully off in a direction across the city, apparently intending to tell others about what she has learned and introduce them to me. As we go, I realize that in all the time we've been talking, I haven't told her my name, so I say to her, “My name is [$RealFirstName].” I deliberately use the nickname by which I'm known to family and friends in real life, rather than my official, legal name, because I don't want the Fae to know my true name, because that will give them power over me. [Seriously, that's what I thought during the dream. I would never set any store by such an idea in real life.] She doesn't reply, though.

[She didn't introduce me to anyone, though. The next thing I remember,] The female DC and I have walked out to a metal, industrial-looking bridge, from which we're watching the sunset over the cityscape. I ask her, “What's your name?”

“Darla,” she says.

I shake my head and correct her: “No, that's the name of my friend who looks like you. What's your name?” Although she looks like one of my real-life friends, I'm interested in her identity as a separate individual.

From the way she hesitates for at least 15 seconds, going “Hmmmm...” several times while looking all around her at our surroundings, it's clear that she's never thought of herself as having an individual name separate from that of her real-life counterpart before. Finally, she looks over at the setting sun and says, “Umbra.” [She pronounces it “OOM-brah;” it means “shadow” in Latin. Hmmm. Very interesting.]

[Fragment.] Something involving roller coasters that look like snakes.

[False awakening.] I'm comparing notes with my mom about whether or not we just had the same dream about snakes.

[Different dream.] I'm on a ride that has foam seats with over-the-shoulder restraints. The seats are suspended high up in the air from an overhead track in a large building. I've somehow managed to board the ride so that I'm perched in between two seats, rather than fully seated in one of them. While the train of seats I'm on is moving to its destination, I manage to maneuver myself into one of the seats and get the restraints into place.

My train of seats arrives at its destination: directly above a gigantic aquarium tank. That's when I realize what the purpose of this ride is: to allow visitors a chance to be submerged in the tank for several minutes on end. I realize that I was supposed to bring a snorkel or scuba gear with me on this ride, but I didn't, and there's no way to get out of the restraints before I get dunked in the tank. I'm only mildly concerned about this, though.

I hold my breath and the seats descend, submerging me and everyone else several feet underwater. As soon as the seats have stopped descending, I start swimming upward, taking my seat and my restraints with me [I think; I'm not sure]. The moment I break the surface of the water, I found myself awake. I immediately kicked myself for not realizing that I was dreaming and subsequently recalling that I can breathe underwater in dreams.

Every night, I have a lucid dream. Every night, I control what happens in my dreams. I don't know how I can do it every night, I just can. I don't know if it's normal, but then again, I don't think anything about me is "normal". Hmmm....

I stand in a field surrounded by pine trees
I create armor around myself
My arms are wrapped in snakes
The snakes come out my hands
Snakes come out my feet
My armor
The front has a blue energy shield
the rest is mostly made of metal
I have a cape
It changes colors as it ripples in the wind
My helmet has a visor that allows me to see things in energy form
I create a portal above
I fly into the wormhole
I obliterate demons with my sword
I suck their bits of energy into portals
I destroy more demons ahead of me
With an arrow from my bow which explodes
I through bombs which ejct from the side of my armor
I fly through their bits of ripped up energy
It sticks to my armor
My armor pulses blue energy
The bits detach
I exit the wormhole
I am floating above the dark side of the mushroom planet
the continents glow blue and purple
I fly to a giant mushroom which I can seee from space
I create a huge drill that come from my armor
I drill through the stem
Blue glowing sap oozes from out which I suck into my suite
I shoot it out creating a web which turns into a perfect circle portal
Its a mirror
I look at myself in it
I stick my hand through
Wind rips my hand
I go through
The intense heat of hell does not burn me through my armor
I walk through flames and eventually reach the city of hell
I fly to the temple of satan
Its more like a church
Inside their are rows of benchs
Corpses hang from ropes at both sides
The floor is covered in puddles of blood
I walk to the upside down cross at the front
This is everything which wants me to have demons
I focus my intent on making it explode
it resists
there is a whitsh orange red light with black specks but its still in the shape of an upside down cross
I take my sword and cut through the middle
It explodes
I am thrown back against the door of the temple
A vortex of white oragish red is ripping apart everyhting in the temple
The intensity wake me up

11:15-7:15 Beats till 11:45

1) I wake up near when I have to actually get out of bed. I slip back to sleep, and dream I'm at a fancy dinner. LUCID. I look for my girlfriend, see an old crush of mine. Move on and start grabbing food. Think through how a conversation with her would go.

2) No recall...

3) No recall...

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

4; Katy, battle donut gun road... Second Earth that appeared flyng into the atmosphere, controlling it's rotation, ribbon fluttering around earth with a dense rune description across it.

Had a DILD yesterday.....flying around at supersonic speeds. Maybe to prove to myself I could.


Also had my first fight dream in a while today. Some guy kept talking crap and wanted his friends to jump in, and one of mine said they would jump in too. The first thing i did was knock the guy who he was talking to out, and then I proceeded to work on him. He couldn't do anything and his punches were coming at me in slow motion. Also, his friends never jumped in.


I also made some kind of profound statement in the dream about life, love, and the world in general. ugg I wish i could remember it.