lucid

Type: Lucid, Fragment
Vivid: Short

Notes: I haven't been active for a while but now I guess I'm back

Fragment 1: I was standing outside my house with my friend and a gigant teddybear. I don't remember what I was doing but I remember that I suddenly thought; "Wait a minut, I had a dream about this teddybear before". So I checked if my hand looked normal, and noticed that my hand was kind of shimery. I was not sure what that meant, so I plugged my nose and tried to breath. I could feel the air running through my nose, and I started to scream; "I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming"! I wanted to try to teleport myself to another location, so I tried to think about the location

Fragment 2: I was in the location I thought about (I think.) Something happens but I dont remember what. I wake up

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 relatively short dream disturbed me a bit. The situation was so unrealistic that this was one of the first times a dream scenario alone left me lucid.

I was in a train. It wasn't like a train I'd been on before; the layout was slightly different. It had a slimmer aisle in the middle, going down the length of the car, with a curtain-enclosed seating section on either side of this aisle. Both of these sections were probably ten feet long, and there were a few of them going down both sides; the sections were raised fifteen inches or so off of the aisle's level. The whole interior of the train was a burgundy colour scheme with orange and gold accents, which made it seem more upscale. As for the lighting, it was dim. Not eerily dim, but dim enough that one could assume at least half the lights in the aisle weren't working.

I walked into a section on the left hand side of the train, which contained two chairs facing a wall, and a single sliding-pane window edged with flat silver metal. Light poured in from the outside of this window, but I didn't see exactly what was on the other side of it.

I could tell some other people were walking down the aisle, and a man was sitting in the section on the opposite side of the hall, reading a paper. The majority of the people occupying the train were shadowy and dark, which was a first considering I could always see DC's faces and stuff. I couldn't even make out what they were wearing.

My vision was both in first-person and third-person at the same time. It wasn't like a split screen situation, and it wasn't like the two perspectives were superimposed on top of each other, either. It's as if I really was in two places at once. It's very difficult to explain.

Before I knew it, the lighting had dimmed even more. A man had suddenly appeared in the room I was in, right in front of me, and pinned me down right where the "x" in the drawing above is. I was now seeing exclusively in third-person, from the bottom of the curtain enclosing the room on the opposite side of the aisle. So, I was looking up at myself slightly, if you understand where I was looking from. I saw myself lying on my back, on the ground, my head coming out from the room and out over the aisle. The man was wearing dark gray and a ski mask, but for some reason I knew he had messy, slightly longer brown hair. He took out an axe; the handle was polished, cylindrical wood with probably only a 2-inch radius (very thin). The blade was very long, going outwards from the end quite a ways, and then became larger at the end. It was very sharp.

My viewpoint was still in third person, but as he took out the axe, it suddenly changed so that I was looking right up at him, looking past my own head from only a few inches back. The scene became a bit hazy. The man said, in a relatively normal-sounding but deeper voice, "when I kill you, you won't be able to tell them that I'm going to kill everyone else on this train".

I struggled, still watching myself from the same viewpoint as just described, and it was like fighting rubber and concrete combined. In the dream, I envisioned the axe coming down before it even happened, and just struggled harder. Within a few moments, the axe came down for good. I'd become lucid at that point - not super lucid - but it was enough to help me not freak out. Immediately the viewpoint changed, moving a few inches upwards, so I was finally looking through my own eyes, sitting there with no feeling whatsoever, except possibly numbness. I didn't feel the axe at all in my neck.

I laid there with the axe sitting in me, and it took a few instances to actually wake up.

Lucid
Non-lucid
Nightmare
Awesome


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I was flying up and down this garden. But I was flying breaststroke (WTF??). Somehow I knew that I was dreaming. When I got bored of breaststroke flying, I started to fly properly, upwards.I knew I had to believe 100% that I can fly fast, but even if I did, I still couldn't control the speed I was flying at. I looked at the sky and saw all the stars, and I considered space flying, but I got freaked out. So I thought : "Maybe I should try Shared Dreaming". So I did.
I looked for NightSpy2. I found him on the side of a cliff face, rock climbing. I took him down and said: "You're dreaming!!!" He got all excited. I shouted again: "Stabilize your dream!!"
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I can't recall anything after or before that.

Non-Dream/Lucid/Non-Lucid

DREAM 1: I was in the living room watching television. I saw a naked guy appearing out of nowhere and coming at me. I was like "WTF? I'm probably dreaming! >_>"...I did an RC and I realized I REALLY AM DREAMING! I just went to that guy and tell him to leave! He was a little sad, but he has to know the number 1 rule of my subconscious while I'm LDing: No naked strange guys in my living room. After that guy went away I tried to fly...not successful! I just went down as a rock and the dream faded. I should have passively control it like the guy.
DREAM 2: I was in the front of my school...there were a lot of my old peers. I suddenly felt a pain in my armpits. I though someone had thrown a rock or something at me, but no. THERE WERE FUCKING BEES ON MY ARMPITS! And they were coming more and more! I tried to run all over. I entered an car-wash and I was able to get rid of those bees thanks to the water, but I sure got some injuries on my armpits from the stings!
DREAM 3: I was in another's house. I came into the living room and HOLY CRAP A GIGANTIC BEE!!
I screamed as it wanted to sting me...again!
My mom was scared and she came in to scare the bee away. He suddenly turned into a teen that was trying to flirt with my mom and ask her if she wants to date him. Of course my mom declined and asked him why he wanted to sting me...he said I totally deserved that. (I more likely had those bee dreams because I watched a documentary about insects before sleeping. )
DREAM 4: I was in some kind of caravan with Luigi. We wanted to steal something from that caravan. As Luigi was keeping me suspended on the ceiling and he was thinking about the insects that could get him, he dropped me down. Luigi was very scared of insects...especially of bees. (Maybe those are some remains of my other dream.)

Thursday, June 30th

I. Burger

Another Pasty dream. We are playing the show in a tent, just like normal, however it’s completely a different scene. The tent is open on all sides, and is on grass where a dirt road lies in front of it and goes into a wide clearing. There’s a bit of a medieval quality to it; this is expanded later. I also have to play the songs acoustically with one other person before the show, however it’s not E.G. It is a male whom I cannot identify. We are playing the songs in a small stone chapel, also with a dirt floor. At least one of the times nobody shows up. I am in each of these places a few times apiece during this dream, the particular order I can’t quite remember. During intermission of the show there is also a singing contest, which some unidentifiable male wins the first time.

At another point also, K.S is playing a song and singing and I’m just sitting there listening. I can’t tell if it’s the chapel or not but it is definitely in a nearby area. The only part of his song I remember is “You don’t always have to listen to what I say.”

The 2nd or maybe 3rd time I show up to play the show, I have the intuition of having come back from the house where we’re staying, which is completely different from physical reality in that it’s mansion-like and a straight shot down the dirt road from the tent to get there. When I show up, somebody asks if I can go and get the coat rack with the costumes on it that has been left behind at the house. B.R follows me, inclined to help with the task.

We pass an enormous truck, wider and longer than usual but also stilted at least 50 feet in the air. It does not seem like this from the ground, however when I climb it I find myself at a dizzying height (once again.) B.R says “hold on!” and he somehow gets it to start moving without driving it – he also hops on the back. I hold on for dear life and am therefore not very observant of what’s happening around me as we get to the house.

The room where I have to get the coat rack from is on a higher floor of the house, and I must go up several flights of an ovular shaped staircase. I can vaguely envision the hallways, hardwood flooring and lighting as if the only light source was flame. The strongest memory I have of inside the house though - I am hurrying back down the stairs, not wanting to be late either getting back or getting there in the first place. I have no coat rack with me. I run into Z.G, H.R and a friend of his who he introduces to me as “Burger.” He’s blond with sideburns and seems a bit strange. He says he’s “basically moved into the apartment,” meaning Z.G’s apartment, and I say that I remember him. In the dream I genuinely do remember him though he doesn’t exist. Then I see C? come down the stairs. I give Z.G a long hug, and as I look over his shoulder I see a setting that I cannot describe. Very 'out there.'

Unfortunately I have to rush away from them after the greeting and head down to the tent. As I get there I see that the place where we play is suddenly empty. I turn to B.R and he says “Looks like we’ve got some stolen equipment,” with his eyebrows high, using humor but obviously trying not to show his agitation.

We walk toward another tent at the right and we learn that all of our equipment, and apparently in fact the show, have been moved there. I talk to S.A briefly who is dressed in some medieval garment. I think she may have even had a conical hat on. She is singing the song that she’ll be competing with in the singing competition at this particular intermission. She’ll be singing a song that has something to do with a bed (whose melody is a sped up version of “Your Cheatin’ Heart,” one of the songs from the show) and she then notes that R.S will be competing with a song called “Kiss my Pillow,” (?) and notes the coincidence. I am interested but I am also preoccupied with trying to consolidate all of my equipment.

While I am trying to drag my music stand toward where I am sitting I notice that there’s already some type of scene going on and I’m right in the middle of it. I think I just leave the stand where it is and rush away and sit down. The main character of the show, who seems like a mixture between B.W and M.C.C, is addressing the crowd about something completely irrelevant to the show. She then introduces everyone to her “sister” who looks much like a smaller version of herself. They walk off in a stately way. The following lucid dream may have been the end of this one, but I cannot remember for sure. I even have a few fleeting impressions that there was stuff from Rocky Horror.
I think this dream was a commentary of the possibility of my playing for pit bands in musicals for a living. Either way it's affecting my dreams quite a bit.

II. Hut

I am in a small hut with B.W. I’m not sure exactly how big the house is but I’m decently sure the ceiling is not square but more rounded. Everything inside the place is also quite small.

As she is talking to be about something that is very fascinating (I could remember when I woke up, I can’t now because I tried to fall back asleep instead of writing this down immediately) I suddenly become lucid as I realize what my surroundings are. This time I do not impulsively try to fly or anything but I don’t do a great job at stabilizing either. I do not look at my hands, my feet, or rub them together or anything. I turn around and start walking around the little house. I am standing in the kitchen and see very small dishes and appliances and the cookware all looks very alien and I cannot think of any uses for it. I wait for B.W to stop talking (I don’t even bother interrupting for some reason) and I say “What…would you say…if I told you I was in a dream right now?”
Bap. Awake.

Black = Comments
Red = Dream


Alright, so the school was having a field trip to Ottawa (i don't know why, we were terrible on the last one ). my friend Danskunk was in charge. However, at a pit stop, they knowingly left without me . Also, I hanged out with a teacher that I had (in the dream) known for a while (and I am 90% sure that it was Walter White from Breaking Bad, now). and when I finally got to Ottawa, I saw The Land Before time and described it as a "blast from the bast". I then carved a statue of my teacher into the headboard .




This entire dream was the love child of a crapload of caffiene and a full day-long imgur binge. I quite vividly remember seeing nearly all of these in an image at one point or another yesterday

Dream - Lucid

I remember being in some sort of class where we learned Chinese. I feel like there were more classes like this around the building we were in. I think we were in a school of some sort. We had to take the the Chinese class for some reason.

There was more to this part of the dream, but I can't remember any details right now. I remember there being water in there somewhere, it may have been a pool, I'm not quite sure.

Then, I remember writing stuff down, and re-reading it to myself. I couldn't read it, it kept changing! Well, that can only mean one thing. I counted my fingers, and there were 6 on both hands. My suspicious were confirmed. I'm dreaming! I walked around for a little bit, then decided to fly. "Gravity" tried to hold me down, but I wouldn't let it.

Then, I woke up. Or so I thought. I got up and felt kind of funny. I counted my fingers. 6 on the left, 8 on the right. Totally dreaming again.

This happened about 4 or 5 more times. In between the false awakenings, I felt the familiar buzz of sleep paralysis in my head and saw the familiar blackness and HI. One time, I tried to "roll out" of my body. I felt myself tumbling over and over myself slowly and smoothly, until I could see. I saw part of my room and got out of bed. I kept hearing my mom downstairs, so it kept making me think that I was going to wake up; that's what triggered all of these FA's.

First, I went camping with some anime characters. On the final day, bears attacked our grand tent with tents in it. The bears threw our tent against a wall and killed everyone but me and some pink haired girl. We escaped the forest and I found my mom with my sister. My sister took me to an office building.
After I gained awareness, I was in the office building with my sister in the room. I got surprised and almost lost stabilization, but reminded myself to calm down and sat in the chair. The screens displayed attractive women. A woman walked in the room, and I decided to ‘do things’ with her. I watched as Pokey got chased on his bouncy ball by British knights. Afterwards, I spoke to the commander, who wasn’t happy about the state of things in the army. I got tired of his talk, created a water tornado and wiped out the whole army. Afterwards, I entered Erik’s house and talked to his sister about what I had been doing. I left with Nicholas and Erik and told them that I was in a lucid dream, and that I could do anything. As the collected Shine Sprites and spoke about how this city was like a Mario game, I created a Chibaku Tensei to show them my power. It made a huge orb of water and rubble in the sky that landed on the town and flooded the place. Soon afterwards, I left.

I was in my grandma's trailer looking out the window past the christmas tree. I knew I was dreaming from the beginning. It was dark outside. I looked around the room and seen my grandma and cousin sitting in the floor raping presents. I spoke to them and said "I'm going outside to look at the stars.". My grandma responded "Are you sure?" I replied "yeah" and then they looked at each other and then back to me and scoff like it was stupid I wanted to do this. I then turned and walked out the door and went out all the way to the middle of the yard before looking up. The sky was fuzzy black when I first looked up but thne skies clarity came like a flash. It was violet purple. The stars were a neon blue. I turned in a circle so I could take it all in. While turning the moon came into view. It was 100 times bigger than our moon and high in the sky. So close it seemed to be in the same atmosphere. The surface was gaseous in texture and moved like waves. The glow from the moon was not from a reflection but its own. Its main color was pinks but had hints of other colors in the ripples of the waves. Shades of yellow, white and green. Then I turned to the stars to study them. I did not recognize any constellations. I did not. Then I became happy. So happy about this beautiful dream. I lost vision, became weightless, felt a tingling sensation all over my body and floated up. These feelings remained constant. I lost track of time while I was like this. No thoughts. Then after idk how long I came out of it and said out loud "oh, I'm still dreaming. I floated back down and my visual came back. The tingling was gone. I seen the above view of where I was before landing. It was at a crossroads with houses all around. The ground was snow covered. I became close to the ground and floated to this garage area. I turned and looked back. There was a black fuzz. I looked at it curious to see what was behind and then a shape of a body began to emerge. As it approached me I could see it was JR. I became excited. I told him "I'm dreaming right now and I'm lucid. I don't know if your a dream charter or jr but you need to remember your dream because we could be dream linking.". Then I told him "I want to experiment with sex in a dream". So I began kissing him. While doing this I noticed the fuzz was back. I stared at it and wondered what was going to pop out of it this time....then as it got closer once again the shape of a body. Even closer I could tell that it was a mannequin with hands like javelins. I felt that if I tried to make it go away it would hurt us. So I pushed it behind me and held it there one handed. I chose to ignore it but JR wouldn't. He didn't want to fool around anymore. I woke up. Jr was laying in bed with me. I asked him if he remembered his dream and he said yeah. Then while cooking and eating breakfast with simon we discussed our dream linking experience. I wake up as I start to put food in my mouth. I really wake up.

Flee to tranquility

My first memory is of a friend and I getting shot. His condition was dire, and I laid him upon the couch, and turned around to go call an ambulance. I was very conscious, but had not yet realized I was dreaming. I hobbled out of the room and into the hallway of an apartment--what appears to be the second floor.

I remember thinking "Just call 911...," my hand gripping the bullet wound at my lower left abdomen. A twinge of what seemed to be pain shot through my side. I remember reciting my address, preparing for the call to 911... I realized however, as I remembered my address, that I was certainly not at home, and that despite the gunshot wound, I wasn't actually feeling any pain.

Halfway down the hallway, I decided on impulse to make it an action packed dream. I armed myself with a .45 handgun from a conveniently placed holster at my side and ran into the nearest door, ready to fire. I pause, however, as I see two guys stealing from someone's apartment.

I ran up and grabbed the nearest guy in a choke-hold and held my firearm at the other henchman--who I recall had blonde dreads. I was trying to coerce them into telling my what was going on when a man in a trench coat, much larger that the other two, rounds a corner. He was obviously the head-hancho, the brains, etc.

As I was about to interrogate him, he yells at me to get down on the ground as a dark, grotesque figure bursts through a window, sending glass everywhere. He was mostly covered in shadow, but it had a look of raw, decaying flesh-- similar to a zombie or demon, etc. At this point I'd forgotten about my gun and we were running out into the hallway to escape; I had a feeling my little gun wouldn't do much anyway.

But, unfortunately, the dream was destabilizing, and I was losing lucidity, and didn't think to to do anything innovative as I started to awaken.

sweet series of lucids last night, but memory is getting hazy now. one bit i was talking to this woman and her girl about obe's astrals etc. when the woman said she didnt believe in obe's a had to ask her where she thought her body was now, or what body did she think she was using now. she still said she didnt believe so i just explained that she was basically saying she didnt believe in dreams and left it there. i spoke to her girl insted who seemed to agree that when she dreams she is away from her real body somehow, and i said that i guess when we are flying around in our dream body, that is essentailly what astral travel is.

had a couple more recurring bits. one was a party for me when i dont expect that many people to turn up, then eventually it gets quite full. one woman there was impressed with something i was doing and offered to give me a cheque for 100k to carry on my work. not sure if it was the garden work or just the dreaming stuff she was impressed by, but eventually the offer was withdrawn for some reason. this pissed me off but the party was still good.

it was in this block of flats and a group of tourists turned up. they were from jamaica and eventually turned into the west indies cricket team. by this stage i was flying around looking at things that i had previously planted around the town. there was this awesome 'guava' tree with massive purple fruit on it that was just so beautiful. shame it wouldnt grow here in reality..

the next bit was another recurring place, but i think it doesnt really have a deep meaning to it, just a place that has formed in my mind that i like and revisit. after the place had changed back to a place more resembling reality i asked a guy if he knew the place i was talking about. it was like a bar with a big blue menu screen behind the bar and the music playing was heartbeats by the knife. the bar was kind of part garden centre as well, and we were getting things for the garden and even large daisy like flowers seemed somehow miraculous to me however i still didnt really get lucid at this point as i was earlier. reminded me that i had one earlier in the week where jools holland was presenting a tv show in front of 12 foot daffodils

I've been attempting WILDs for a couple of weeks now, but keep getting stuck in transition because of persistent hypnic jerks, something that has always happened in the past when I've non-purposefully started slipping into REM sleep while still more-or-less lucid/conscious. But, I have frequently in the past (particularly in the morning, if I go back to sleep after my alarm has gone off) gone straight to REM sleep without any problems, so I thought I would try a "WILD" without making a conscious effort to remain lucid, and was kind of successful...

Non-dream
Dream
Semi-Lucid
Lucid

(Some things happened before this, but I can't quite remember what they were) I am lying face down in a puddle, and hear a male voice reminding me that I'm trying to attempt a WILD, but I'm not quite there yet. That voice gradually morphs into my own voice, which is sometimes coming from an outside source, and sometimes coming from me. I get up and start walking forward with a great deal of difficulty (dream logic said that this was because Sleep Paralysis was setting in) I'm keeping my eyes half closed so I don't wake myself up, and every now and then stop at a "landmark" (tree, road, etc.) and tell myself I need to "save my place" by doing some sort of action (like breaking a branch) so that if I wake up, I'll be able to go directly back to that spot when I start attempting to WILD again. (What???) I get to a large stone wall, and the male voice from the beginning of my dream tells me that there is a small door in the bottom of the wall, and that when I crawl through it, I will be in my dream. I locate the door (which is really just a small hole) and wiggle through it.

After I crawl through the hole, I find myself on some sort of medium-sized rocky hill. To my right is a forest, and to my left is the beach at my cottage. (this was good, I wanted to attempt this month's challenge of diving to a ship wreck and collecting treasure. My plan had been to go to my cottage, because I know it quite well and frequently dream that I'm there, so I figured it wouldn't take a whole lot of effort to keep the dream world from falling apart if I went there) The sky is very dark and cloudy, and looks like it is going to rain. I want it to be nice and bright, and try to will the clouds to go away. This doesn't work, so I wave my hand at them like I'm half fanning half brushing them away, and they fall away down beyond the horizon. It's not quite as bright as I would like it, so I wave my hand again upward like I'm trying to pull something up, and the sun rises behind me and shoots across the sky, too far so it's right on the opposite horizon and the sky is red like at sunset. I "pull" the sun up slowly this time, but then think no, maybe I'd like it better at sunset, and push it back down. I play around with this for a few minutes until I'm happy with the colour of the sky and the position of the sun. I look out across the water, and think that, rather than attempting the challenge of the month, I'd like to recreate the land from the fantasy novel I'm writing (ARRRRG, NO! Stop changing your mind once you're in the dream *slaps dream self... again*) . I look up at the sky and think "castle" and when I look down, the forest is still there, but the beach and water have been replaced by rolling hills and a castle in the distance. But... rather than being the impressive castle in the side of a mountain I had imagined for my novel, it looks like one of those "fairy princess" castle made of paper towel rolls and paper cones, all bright pinks and yellows. Yuck. I decide to at least change the colour to something more reasonable, and wave my hand over it a few times until the colour changes to more muted browns and greens (still not what I want, but close enough). I look around and realize that everything is much darker and fuzzier than it should be, as though my eyes were half close. So, I make the brilliant decision to open my eyes wider...

... And open them in real life. ("Crap!")

Dream Lucid Note

First i woke up at 6 am after going to bed at midnight. I took the trash to the curb and fed the dogs while thinking of my dream. All i remember was a tiny fragment. I have been playing Assassins Creed 2.
Delivering a package in Florence in 1488

I went back to bed at 6:30.

My friend is tasked with finding a special flower that only grows on the top of a mountain. He has been off tryign to find it for quite a while now. I decide that I want to go visit him so I go to a special room in the castle and find a door there. I put a key of intention in the door and then strike the door with a blast of power. The door blows off the hinges into a mountain snow storm and when it lands on the ground the whole room I'm standing in suddenly becomes the mountain too. I see that the door that landed on the ground has turned into a snowboard. Remembering LD teleporting I am shocked into happy lucidity for just a moment thinking that was a pretty awesome teleport. The surprise shocks me into my body and I wake up.

ok so this isn't a recent dream but this is the one I can remember the most...

so for some reason, I found myself walking through the halls of my Middle school. I went inside the gym and found a huge party. So I went looking for this girl I liked [it was never gonna work out], instead I found my best friend Miranda crying. I asked her whats wrong and she asked me if I loved her. I was silent for a few minutes, then she ran out of the gym crying... After that I woke up

I was blind and knew I was dreaming. I walked around to make the dream stable. I put my right hand to my belt and pulled out a sword, which I used to cut my own hand to validate that senses where just as strong in the dream world. I felt a sharp realistic pain. I then put the sword back on my hip and tried to open my eyes. I first imagined a fireplace but that got old. I then decided to let the dream suprise me. I forced my eyes open and say a pale stone room, that I payed little attention to. I then jumped and flew through the wall. I was then in a forested area watching my character from WoW turn into a wooden block and fly. I become him for a minute and tried to fly around, it was hard. The dream ended.

I made a sword come from nowhere my dream control is improving.