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i was in a room with people that i knew in real life and i tapped this one girls shoulder that i had actually seen in real life a few days to a week prior and as soon as she turned around and looked at me i immediately realized it was that girl and later on in this dream me and a bunch of other people are in a school's gym and i went through a door way and ended up in a different room then another room with installation and wood in it as if it was being built then theres just all these other doorways that lead to rooms and i just kept going and going some rooms looked like libraries and other rooms had twist and turns and just yeah it seems like there is a common theme in my dreams where i'm in a place with a bunch of rooms like a mansion or a library what is my mind trying to tell me

I'm on a date with someone and the chaperon called me the toy. "Look, it's the toy", she utters with disdain

At a reuinion, I tell my sister, You aint my mom, you aint my god, and frankly you are barely my sister anymore.

At a funeral, Hugging my cousin, he tells me his sister died.

In the void, I ask my brother who is sitting in a pew, is it the Castle Main rapists that made you this way ? a voice in the background calls out a taro card, 10 of swords

I catched a vicious lucid dreamer child, hang him by the wrist on a tree. I turn to the watching crowd. Anyone wanting to have a go at this dream bully? now's your chance. I pass on a stick and they nervously line up and proceed to beat him up like a pignata. I tell the child, Dont worry, My god is going to eat you and shit you back in your bed, little shit.

prior, The same child and his cronnies had come in my dreams numerous times before to bully me around with his magical dream powers. I'd fly off on a broom passing in front of them cackling like the witch from the wizard of oz just to mess with them.

Later At a oudoors party, The child I mentioned was there, seeminly having learned humility; One of the activity was learning to fly. As I started to fly, ascending, I got distracted by a flying casino in the clouds. I followed it and could no longer fly, we both landed and then nothingness. Felt cheated.

April 22, 2025 - Around 5:27 AM

I woke up in my bedroom. Going through my normal middle of the night routine, I tried to remember dreams, without success, and then I did reality checks. It was my hands that finally convinced me, but it was pretty dark, so to be safe, I moved about quietly to keep from waking my family. I climb the ladder into my attic, while trying to find Arina, (A character I made up.) After I get into the attic, I find my younger sister has followed me up.

I think I talked to her for a bit, and I showed her my watch, which was wrong of course. I think she agreed that I was dreaming. At this point, I still wasn't able to find Arina, so I switch goals and try to find a place I made up called the House.

Side Note: In waking life, I made a plan to accomplish both of these goals. I would use a doorway as a portal to a door in the House, and there I could find Arina. I also think Dream Control is easier in a setting that isn't a real place. But in this dream, I didn't actually use this plan...

To get to the house, I jumped out the window to fly. I have found a method to fly from (many) previous dreams. At first I struggle a lot. Weirdly, the clouds are very low down, closer to the ground than the tops of the trees, and there somewhat solid, like an invisible wall. At some point I'm trying to do a Mario wall jump off of invisible walls to get higher.

Then, I realize I have no idea where I'm going, so I pull up Google Maps. And then I'm at some kind of computer, but the dream is focused on google maps. It shows the entire Earth, so I type "The House" into the search bar, and it zooms into a particular place in Oregon.

It shows the location in 3D, in a clearing in a forest near a lake. It doesn't show the House, but it does have these low-poly 3D birds flying around. Also, a meteor hits the ground in the middle of the clearing while I'm watching it. Shortly after that, the dream ends and I wake up.

A few days later, I checked that location in google maps and found that it's actually a drier area with out a lake. I also discovered that Google Maps doesn't have 3D birds or meteors.

I am on an unspecified Greek island with people I know to be my classmates. We are outside, in a rocky area - the context is rather vague. We talk. There are also some third-person views of the landscape at some point, which prominently features a volcano.

My father has just invited me to go visit him on Corfu for the week, which is something out of the ordinary. My mother is apparently on a different island. It occurs to me that there’s something symbolic to this - to all of us being so far apart, on separate islands….

At some point, the volcano starts to show some alarming signs of activity. People close to it are running. I’m afraid for them, and hope they make it far away in time - they need to make it past the water separating them from the rest of the island before it gets too hot to pass. But I should be getting as far away as I can too, just in case.

The landscape has a number of small canyons threading through it - the only real paths we can take, which is definitely kind of unfortunate since that’s where the lava is bound to be channeled as well. I can already see it, not far behind a group of people running past where their path intersects with mine. For some reason, I’m sure it’ll only follow one path, so I wait at an intersection, ready to go down the path it doesn’t take.

The group approaches, now followed by a big wheel of flame - just a large circle made of fire, rolling along on its rim after them. But it doesn’t follow the group, doesn’t go down either one of the paths: it stays at the intersection where I am. Not only that: it actually seems to be shadowing my movements. Something clicks. This clearly isn’t the situation I had first thought it was. What now?

I do what feels right: I hook the wheel around my right leg and spin it around. It turns blue when I make contact with it, and as it spins faster, it contracts from being a bit larger than a hula hoop to being around the size of a tire. After some time, I switch it to my left leg and spin it the other direction, and finally, I set it back down. It stays blue and small, and sits there looking slightly wobbly and indistinct for a few seconds before dissipating.

My father has picked this moment to arrive. I start to tell him about what just happened, but he interrupts and doesn’t really give me a chance to talk. It occurs to me - maybe it would be better just not to mention the whole fire wheel thing. He probably wouldn’t get it anyway. I wonder what my classmates must be thinking now - there’s a whole group of them nearby, their attention still focused on me.

I kind of wish he’d just stop talking and at least let me take care of the burns, though. I was doing that with bare legs, and yeah, I can see marks there, even though the burns don’t look too serious, and I’m not feeling any pain from them.

A false awakening after that, in which I make notes about the dream and then various other things happen.

There were so many dreams after that, many of them full of conversations, and without awakenings in between - at least that I can remember - I just didn’t have time to write them down after having already woken up around 5 to record that one. But the last dream of the night involved being in (probably) a gym, where I was doing an exercise that involved jumping over a yoga mat and then jumping backwards to the starting position in a certain posture. NR came over and set a timer down on the floor set for half an hour - an analog device, kind of like a big egg timer. The implication is clear. I don’t think I’ll have trouble keeping this up or half an hour, but there is another problem: I seriously doubt that I’m going to be asleep for another half hour to keep doing it.

Actually, I only stayed asleep for another minute or so. You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to a time when I can devote more attention to dreaming and get back to moments like that actually resulting in full lucidity.

(Additional note: this was not my first volcano dream, but this one was almost certainly triggered by having seen video on the news of the port explosion in Iran the previous day, since that’s what my aunt had going on the TV in her hospital room when I went to visit.)

28.4.25

This was the last night of the comp, I'm very happy to end it with such a crazy lucid ! I did it in two WILD attempts (each 15 minutes) after a WBTB (awake for ~3 hours). First dream is two fragments that I think are from the same dream. Last dream is my lucid. Enjoy the reading 👽

Black = Non-lucid dream recall
Blue = Lucid dream recall

Orange cheese offer

At my parents house, *forgot what happened*, then with people at the table, a man offers us an orange cheese. Apparently, the smell is strong, but I almost don't smell anything because I'm used to strong cheese.

Concrete Minecraft ravine

Me, a man with glasses and a guy from high school in a car in front of my parents house, playing Minecraft, but IRL : I'm going to cut a (probably apple) pie representing our Minecraft world. The high school guy knows I'm the cutting pro, he tells me when to stop, and I cut the pie at that moment. It forms a ravine in our Minecraft world IRL (in the back seat of the car). The man with glasses leaves, and the guy has become another guy from high school. He's adding liquid concrete to the base of the IRL ravine (which is a black iron plank), but I realize that it shouldn't have been concreted. I call the man with glasses to explain the mistake. He tells me to simply make a series of inputs to fix it. I struggle to remember it. We try to remove the concrete, not dry yet.

Road trip on the highway

A group of five friends is traveling in France, in a pickup truck on the highway. The guys are in the open trunk (they could easily fall), one girl is driving and another girl is next to her. The driver almost completely gets out of the window (while still driving with one hand) to film the road trip with her camera on a selfie stick.

Confusing vegetables

I'm a cashier in a grocery store, there are new checkouts where you weigh fruits and vegetables by selecting them on a computer, in a super long and messy list. I'm struggling to find the eggplant. The beatboxer Wing (who also works as a cashier with me) helps me and I find it. But I still need help for the other items, as three annoying pop-ups appear. One of the three teenage guys waiting at the checkout helps me. I have to double-click Delete. I can't find the Delete icon, so the guy takes the mouse and tries to find it in the top right corner of the screen but there's nothing. Then at the normal checkouts, people are piling up at Wing's checkout, I try to call him, as a colleague on the phone comes out of the office. All along I had Wing's GBB25 World league solo wildcard playing in my mind.

Pool quicksand and my crazy restaurant (LD)



In front of a house, half of the garden is replaced with a very deep pool, and where I am is a long rectangular layer of quicksand on top of the water. Some female friends and I pass through it for a laugh, when at one point I sink to the bottom of the pool *dramatic scene*.

Then I wake up in town, when a big agressive white dog is trying to bite my friends (one of them is wearing a hamburger costume). While trying to scare him away, the dog advances towards me, growling. I back away. If he tries to bite my stomach, I could in theory stick my thumbs in his eyes and knee him in the throat (it didn't happen).

Then I'm the owner of a restaurant in town, in a cobblestone alley : an outdoor terrace. I can control a lot of things. I know I'm lucid dreaming, but I don't really pay attention to it, because I'm too busy managing things in my restaurant and near it *forgot what happened but it was chaotic and hilarious*.

I return to my outdoor terrace. The customers are talking about Sping-Ling Ding-Diling : a chinese woman who is literally a thick dorito-shaped pencil. I'd like her to come to my restaurant, but she's at work. Then everyone at my terrace start improvising the same song (which makes no sense, random words) with the music "Come To The Circus (DirtyPaws remix)". First to sing is a woman (probably from Paris) with curly brown hair, a green beret and black sweater, green jacket and green pants, and a glass of wine. Very classy. I'm the one making them improvise the song with my thoughts.

At the same time, I start to accidentally make an evil bass (beatbox sound) when I exhale, snoring a bit when I inhale, and I see my body IRL in my bed from time to time. I'm going to wake up...

No meditation but had very good sleep, stayed awake multiple hours for my first WBTB of the night. Even though Mithrala is a Dark Elf, I think I can count her as an alien for +3 Dream Theme points

3 missing points and purple Mithrala

In a house, gathered with a small group of people, my friend and one of my brothers are upstairs, me and the friend are texting about a way for him to gain more points (probably for a competition or something, spoiler : he didn't do it even though it was simple), then my brother comes down with us, he applies a cream to my hair. My friend comes down too and I scold him about the 3 points he could've earned.

Then the scene cuts to purple Mithrala Lifebane from Raid Shadow Legends pinning down an old man to the ground on a dark rocky mountain (not sure if it is night or the sky is just filled with darkness). "One wrong move and I'll detroy you !" she says, as she forces him to put a gun to his own head. I then imagine if the man decides to shoot her : the bullet simply bounces off her. She's invincible. Knowing he disobeyed and will get tortured, he then tries to shoot himself, but there's no more ammunition...

Cartoon children's adventure



Me and some cartoon characters jump out of a helicopter and fight in the sky. Then other cartoon characters : children in the daycare playground, wanting to live a dangerous adventure, jump into a hole in the ground. One of them, the little girl resembling Richard Watterson (from Gumball) and being the most intelligent and reserved of the group, hesitates but ends up following them (having difficulty passing due to her size). Passing throught zigzagging tunnels, they land in the grass, right next to the hole. Watterson exclaims that they could have slid a chandelier to go directly there *a chandelier appears*.

Then Watterson's strict mother (probably resembling blue Felicity Parham from Gumball) arrives, puts her hand on her daughter's forehead to manipulate her brain so that she agrees with her. She scolds her new friends because what they are doing is dangerous for her daughter, which is why she will not return to daycare. Then as she leaves, she peels the front of her own body with her hand to remove a layer of dark blue wax, leaving her skin light blue. Then I am in this same playground and I make the photo montage of this dream, in "3D" : image blocks of Richard Watterson, Aqua from Konosuba, and 5 or 6 more.

Photo montage 2 (fragment)

I'm making the photo collage of a dream : image blocks related to a demon, etc...

Photo montage 3 (fragment)

I'm, again, making the "3D" photo montage of my dream with Richard Watterson.

LUCID DREAM (49)

I woke up naturally for wbtb (WBTB- 2) and started performing the dream walker technique. I was scared I was too awake and wanted to speed up the induction practice so I began running through the imagined scene instead of walking. I experienced some hypnogogia (1) but the. technique worked and I became fully lucid in my imagined scene. (FIRST WILD OF NIGHT- 10) I got shocked out the dream, but continued the technique and was soon back in. (SUBSEQUENT WILD-5). I stabilized (1) by licking my bathroom wall. I was standing in front of my bathroom mirror so I decided to use the mirror as a portal. I pushed my hand through it to make sure it wasn’t solid (3 STEP TASK #1- push hand through solid object-5) and I was able to push my hand through successfully so I then used the mirror as a teleportation device and went through (3 STEP TASK 2- fully faced through big solid object- 10, TASK 3- teleport 15) and I was in a fake void space. It was fully black and I felt like I was spinning. After a few minutes I lost lucidity


DREAM 1-1

My moms friend Courtenay asked me to cover her for some theater play thing but it kept nearly interfering with a play thing I already had going on. She’d give me no notice, and just expect me to be available. This happened multiple times in the dream, the last time was her needing me to go to this rehearsal at a specific time and stay the whole time but it would be cutting it really close to when I had to be at my own rehearsal. Then I had to fill out this worksheet for her that was busywork tedious fill in the blank stuff that needed to be done before I got to my rehearsal thing. I asked this guy to help me, idk him irl but I did in the dream, he was big and I sat on his knee while he was helping me

DREAM 2-1

Irl my ex boyfriend texted me today before bed, after days of Nc. In the dream, I “woke up” to find that I had messaged him back in my sleep, or like pocket responded. I think I just said “okay” or something and I was mad bc that wasn’t how I’d wanted to respond and I also hadn’t wanted to respond so soon. He had already messaged me and idr what he said but he was pissed off by my message and his response had lots of dot dot dots
………… in it

DREAM 3-1

My ex (but we were still together in the dream) got handed a fortune or something that was worth 130k or he was told that he would get this money when his dad died, I forget. He got so excited and was acting like it was so much money and telling me that we’d get to go on trips and buy a house and be rich basically. I was happy for him and us but immediately felt inferior and motivated like ok now I need to find a way to bring in money too. And then I started watching this reality show where it was a group of people and I forget what they did, it was something about food I think they went around the country to different restaurants and did stuff thre. And they were all making like 400k a year to do it, and I was like anyone could do this *I* could do this! I was watching one of the girls on the show and was staring right at this chick trying really hard to commit her to memory and I still knew that if I saw her irl I wouldn’t recognize her. This was exciting for me, because I could do this show and not be like an A list celebrity, being recognized everywhere I went. I was showing the show to my friend and I turned to
Her and was like that girl clearly hates herself I mean shes mixed and has bleach blonde hair and blue color contacts. And my friend agreed.
Then somehow I was in the show and we had a hugeeee tour bus and we accidentally hit some old guy in the parking lot so they let him come in and look around and take a short ride with us and play whatever he wanted so he wouldn’t sue. He asked if this thing goes fast and our manager was Like hell yeah even though we literally just ran over this guy so we probably shouldn’t be speeding, but the driver starts speeding all over the shopping plaza even on corners and wouldn’t you know it she ends up getting into a 3 car car crash the tour bus flips in the air and lands on its roof.
Also in the dream we were working in a specific restaurant for the episode and one of the guys started having a feeling one of the kids working there was being touched so he handed him this vial and was like take this vial if you’re being touched and the kid did. Ai image goes with this dream

DREAM FRAGMENT- .5

Mom and dad had huge Funyuns bigger than our heads

Been busy with easter this weekend, didnt gave much time for dream journaling. Though i did write some down.

Friday: I was a Dukes son. (My dad as the Duke, mom as the Duchess and brother as well, my brother.) We were hosting a massive tournament for the empires newly throned Queen, whoose knights would also be competing. We took turns introducing ourselves, my brother ever the player, gave golden roses to all the fair ladies that came to watch the tounament, i simply gave a speech of introductions with politeness and a bow. My Dad the same, but my mother went a step beyond and had flowers bloom around the entire arena as the tourney began.

Saturday and sunday i did have dreams, but I didnt journal them down soon enough.

Monday, Today: I was put in my parents house, a place im way too familiar with, and even in the dream it looks all too real. But I wanted to see the lab, in the backyard. So i went to the entrance. (A little popout capsule, like those nuclear safety capsules from fallout.) And pressed the elevator button for "1st floor".
It wasn't that much of a lab as much as it was a spa resort and bar and everything else included.
There were masses of people underneath, maybe some i've met, others i've not. But I went there and didnt find much specialty there apart from it being pretty neat.
I did however have to DILD a lot throughout my journey down there as i was constantly loosing focus.

Nothing really of note other than good easter food and drinks. Hope you all had a happy easter too!

1. (Fragment) I was waiting in a line somewhere.
2. Woke up, couldn't recall anything, decided to write down "No recall" in order to keep the habit going. It should be automatic anytime I wake up.
3. (Fragment) Man, that Disney trip I took earlier this month must've really permeated into my subconscious. I dreamed that I was at the Disney parks buying merch. In parentheses, I have written (x2-3). I do not remember what this means.
4. Full Lucid DILD: Here we go. I woke up at 5 AM, but my alarm wasn't until 5:15 AM, so I went back to sleep and immediately slipped into this dream.

Started out non-lucid. I was walking around San Diego, carrying a large body pillow with an anthropomorphic character on it. I was feeling rather self-conscious, like WHY do I have this and WHY am I walking around town with it?

A car drove by and I felt even more embarrassed, like can't I at least take this thing back to my hotel room?

Then I thought "Ah yes, I can teleport. I will teleport back to the hotel room now."

So I did.

I appeared back in the hotel room. There were bottles of lotion (of course ) and unpacked luggage in a pretty big room, and my cousin's stuff was there too. Great, so now my cousin is going to know about this giant body pillow.

I then idly realized that teleporting is not a thing that can happen in waking reality. Hmm... OH --

-- LUCIDITY.

So, my first instinct was to teleport again, onto a roller coaster. It was wooden. As I was going up the lift hill, T. was there in the seat next to me. We were not in the front seat -- closer to the back.

I then remembered -- oh yes, the competition, and my 3-step tasks! I summoned a clarinet and immediately played an F-concert scale (G Major in clarinet transposition) on the roller coaster. Then I played some random crap; I can't remember what.

My brain was not entirely clear -- I remember thinking "well I don't want to drop the clarinet off the roller coaster" but then logic snapped back into place. The scene was somewhat fuzzy, and not as vivid as I might have hoped. I was going to start stabilizing, and then figured I would try flying after I had finished on the roller coaster. But, then my alarm went off.

(It was nice and cold in my room, which is rare, because I live with my brother who is always cold, whereas I am always hot. Apparently, he finally didn't touch the thermostat. :v I think that helped a lot with my sleep quality.)
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I also finally signed up for the DreamViews Discord server. I didn't realize we had one, even though it has presumably been linked up top for a long time. I had already hit the Nitro limit of 200 servers (thanks ADHD) but finally found an inactive one that has been mostly dead since 2021 that I didn't mind leaving.

Together, Y and I emerge from what seems to be a metro station. We are in the Netherlands – apparently, because this is the only place where I am going to be able to have a fully fledged music career. I know this somehow. She seems to be the one taking the lead, though.

I’m going to enroll in a university here, and it seems as if the staircase leads directly into one of the buildings. I examine my surroundings – white tiled walls with mosaic patterns as the staircase ends, leading into a hallway. This building is where art classes are held. The two of us walk into a large studio classroom that’s filling up with students as if the class is about to begin. She takes a seat, and I take one next to her. After a few minutes, the professor begins speaking – English seems to be the language of instruction here – and students go to a series of large wooden bins along one wall, pulling out various kinds of bones. They take the bones back to the tables and begin to sketch them. I go over, grab what looks like it might be a vertebra, and also begin to draw.

Later, a lot of time seems to have passed – maybe a year. I’m checking an electronic billboard in a campus building.

13.4.25


The dream started as a sort of school/workplace dream, I think, but shifted at some point to a setting like an abandoned barn. I’m here with a man who seems familiar, as if maybe he’s based on people I actually know, and we’re talking. A black cat with a red collar that I recognize as L is also here: he comes over to sit next to me, and I pet him.

Planes are passing by overhead. I can see them through a hole in the roof – too close, it seems to me, and very loud. I don’t like it. I don’t like the look of the sky, either. It’s too dark for this time of day. A storm is brewing.

The wind picks up, and keeps picking up. I can feel the building beginning to be pulled up into the air. So it is here, about to upend my life the way it has so many others. I’m not afraid. I knew it would only be a matter of time. I just have to stay calm and focused.

I am up in the air now, which is full of debris spun by the winds in the strange light of the storm. As I’m blown by the winds, I let the world spin, as if I’m the point of stability, and it’s only everything else that’s moving around relative to me.

Unsurprisingly, this level of focus is pulling me into latent lucidity. I am flying now, making a beeline for the source of all this trouble. I don’t know how exactly to describe it – it must be a bit like it would be for a dog or something following a scent trail, but more abstract than that – some kind of recognizable trace left behind in the mindscape, becoming stronger as I approach.

I land in a neighborhood – not an especially nice one. Small, prefabricated houses jumbled too close together, a few completely inadequate attempts at greenery. Barely a step above a trailer park, really. It is now late out. I walk to the house the trail leads to, stepping straight through the door. I’ve never been here before, but I can see it all in my mind. The trace leads into a sort of narrow office past the kitchen – a closed-off, unpleasant, musty, crawly kind of mental signature that the whole place figuratively reeks of. It’s strongest around the computer, which has a big, boxy kind of monitor of a sort that probably went extinct years ago.

But in the kitchen, I run into A and C, an older couple I’ve known for a number of years. This is their house. Suddenly, it’s as if the scenario not only is different, but has been different the entire time. I have come here to warn them about what is going to happen. And so the question of what exactly would have happened to that computer will forever remain a mystery....

17.4.25

I’m in some horror game set up where I’m driven to a house and need to walk up the stairs to some door. Then, I need to open the door, see if the horror entity is there, and if he is, run immediately to “win”. I tried this a few times, opening the door a couple times to be met by a white boney hand holding the door I was trying to reclose, open and running down the stairs (don’t know why these instances didn’t count but ok). I decided I’d try and catch this thing off guard cuz it apparently had a visitation pattern and I could catch it when I expected to. So I jumped up and started tracking where the thing was supposed to be as I flew through the air. My flying style was a lot like Jet’s from MHA at first (bursts of air through my feet), but I realized that I could hover and control my flight much better than I thought I could. It was nighttime in a city I don’t actively recognize, so passing over the city illuminated by the bright signs and street lights was a nice sight to take in. As I continued tracking the creature, I saw that I overshot it and turned around to redirect myself. Then I saw a number at the bottom left of my vision saying “wall climb boosts left:” with a number (most likely cuz I’ve been playing parkour a lot recently). I figured this was the amount of flight boosts I had left, so I decided to make a soft landing on rocky formation covered in snow, right in the middle of the waters I was currently flying over. I waited for my WCBs to recharge, all while making sure not to slip and fall into the icy water since it was apparently cold here. After a bit, I shot back into the air, looking for the creature*once*more.

This nightmare happened 2 years ago, but it had such an impact on me that I decided to write about it. It also happened during a really stressful time of my life, which I've noticed is a pattern for my lucid dreams.

There's a few things in this nightmare that almost never happen in my other dreams/nightmares:

• I dream from multiple counsciousnesses/POVs
• I die multiple times
• I feel the pain that is induced
• I see what happens after death
• I possibly experienced Astral Travel and went to the Astral Plane
• I am aware of my past lives and how they died

The nightmare:
It is night. I think 9 - 11 pm. It starts with me being in the consciousness of a woman. I somehow know what I'm doing, what I am supposed to do, what my purpose is and who is my team. I know that I am in a secret group that is revolting against the government, which is supposed to be evil and corrupted. With a group of people, I am sent on a mission to enter a government building (which is highly secured by the authorities). As images of it flash through my mind, I know that we are highly equipped for this occasion. I'm also aware that we are dressed in a very late 90's/early 2000s dystopian sci-fi/tech style, and I think that's when i start becoming slightly lucid, because I remember thinking "Oh, we look like that movie from the real world, The Matrix", and feeling weird after thinking that. Like something isn't right. But I brush the feeling off since I have something very important to focus on.
Me amongst my teammates enter the building, each one of us going through a different entrance (it flashes through my mind again). We are looking for something, I think it was some documents or something to do with classified information. At one point, I see government agents entering the room I am in, running towards me. I run away, while alerting my teammates trough a mic I had. Now, we are all trying to escape the security, in order not to get killed. I enter an elevator and go to a different floor, thinking I'm safe. I get caught off guard when I exit the elevator, seeing a toddler-sized worm creature in front of me. It was staring at me (even though it had no eyes), drooling. It had a round mouth full of sharp teeth. I was frozen from fear. It jumps on me, and starts eating my abdomen, and biting and pulling out my intestines. It was very bloody and gory, and I completely felt all the pain that it caused me. It was pure agony, a type of pain I've never experienced before, and I just wanted it to end.
After the creature kept going for a short while, suddenly, everything stopped. My consciousness is now in the body of a different teammate (a man this time),and that's when I become lucid.

I realize that my consciousness transferred to another body because the woman I was before had died (due to the worm creature eating and ripping her intestines apart).
I am now highly stressed, knowing my teammate had died, and alert my teammates while finding a plan to run away. I am aware that the security is coming towards me, as I know where they are (having visions from my former body). This time, I don't take the elevator, going instead down some stairs. I enter a room where I meet my teammates. I tell them that our other teammate had died, and that we have to leave now. But I get caught off guard by the security entering the room. They run towards us. While a few of my teammates get to run away, they manage to catch the rest of us, including me. They stab me through my abdomen with a sawback machette. It is again very bloody and gory, very realistic, and I feel all the horrible pain as I watch, in pure shock, all the blood oozing out of my wound. This time, I can feel myself quickly dying, and as my vision fades, my only thought is "Damn it, I failed again. I can't fail the next time." (so I somehow knew that my consciousness would transfer to another body?).
Now, my consciousness is transferred to (again) another man, which is the supposed boss of the team. I am very panicked, being on the run. I am afraid that I won't be able to protect the rest of my teammates. And my fears came true. We had entered the elevator, going to the last floor, as we had planned to escape through the rooftop. When we exit the elevator, we get cornered by the security and their boss. I watch in horror as they kill all of my teammates, keeping me for their last kill (again, very gory, very realistic and bloody). I now realize that I am hopeless, and I have failed: all of my teammates are dead, our mission had failed, I was about to get killed, and there would be none of us left. The security boss and his agents are very calm, yet clear about their intentions. As I am cornered, I am forced to sit down on a bench behind me. The boss explains to me that he's going to kill me, and my consciousness would be transferred to an unknown person in the future. I am somehow slightly calm and accepting of my fate, only being worried about who I'll be in the future.
The boss gives me 2 options to die: I can cooperate and let him "peacefully" kill me, or fight back (but it would be way harder and more painful). I choose the "peaceful" option, as I do not wish to struggle anymore.
The boss puts a special glove on. It is very thick, made of copper and gold. At the fingertips are small little glowing dots. He slowly passes his hand through my knee (as if my knee was some sort of projection or transparent?), and while his hand passes trough my knee, I feel this indescribable pain, worse than any of the ones I've felt before. It's stabbing, and I can feel it in my skin, flesh and bones.
My vision slowly fades to this blue, bright galaxy.

I'm still lucid. In the dream, I somehow knew that I was in the Astral Plane. At this point, I know I died again, and I have no other body to go into, so I must travel to the future. I travel at the speed of light towards some place, so fast that my vision starts fading to white.

I then slowly open my eyes. AGain, I am still lucid. It is night again, and I am in some dystopian, riverside cyber city. I get a vision of me walking down the street. I am a young teenage girl, and next to me is my pet: a robot dog. I am thinking about all of my past lives and what happened to them, not forgetting my mission. I still have the same mission, but this time I'm completely alone: there's only me and my cyberdog. We are heading to some big corporate building, where I know some government member is having dinner. We enter the building, and head to the restaurant. I spot the person I'm looking for, indeed eating at a table, talking to some other elite. They seem to be having a serious conversation. I sit at a table close to theirs, and order some food.
As I wait for my food, I eavesdrop on their conversation: they're talking about a plan to stal all of the private information of citizens and implant spyware in their devices. Then they notice that I seem suspicious, since we were the only people in the whole restaurant, and I chose to sit so close to them. Hearing their remark, I go to the bathroom to prevent drawing more attention (but I later find out that I did quite the opposite). I look in the mirror, looking at my face, and the cold neon lighting. As I looked in my eyes, I was thinking to myself how weird and interesting this dream this is, and hoped that I'd dream of it again, so I could come back to this universe and continue my mission (so I was aware that the dream was gonna end, and I was aware that I had the power to end it).
I am suddenly aware that the elites called the cops, and I had to leave. I wasn't in a hurry, as I knew they weren't even there yet, but still didn't waste my time, as I didn't want to risk dying again.
I run out of the building, my cyberdog following me. We get out, and I suddenly have some weird type of electric roller skates (like in JSRF I think?). We climb on one of those utility poles, and skate away on the power line.

I remember feeling the wind on my skin, having this extreme sense of freedom I haven't experienced much times in my life, and enjoying the moment. I think I was in a pure trance, in ecstasy. And I decided that's how I wanted my nightmare/dream to end. And I ended it. I don't know how. I just ended it, and then I woke up.


Waking up and impact of the nightmare:
When I woke up, I could still feel the pain in my abdomen, intestines and knee (from being eaten alive, being stabbed, and then whatever that last death was). It was, again, this horrible pain I had never experienced before, just like in my nightmare. I was lucky that some ibuprofen got rid of the pain. I was also in deep shock, and the whole day, all I could think about was this nightmare.
This nightmare had left me in shock for a few days. Also, this happened during a time of my life where I was going through a lot of stress; I was severely depressed, in constant stress and anxiety, with undiagnosed and untreated ADHD, drank at least 2 monsters a day, and slept only max. 2 hrs a day (I would sometimes sleep only 40 mins, or none at all; I had to wake up at 5 am and take 8 hrs of classes every day).

During this time, I would almost never have dreams; but on the rare occasion I did have them, they were always gory, bloody, shocking nightmares. I think I was going insane: my mental and physical health was deteriorating, and my nightmares were a manifestation of my mental state.
This nightmare and another (which I'll write about later), were the ones to change me and make me get my life together. I think I was kinda traumatized by them lol, because I decided I NEVER wanted to experience something like them again. Ever since, I slowly fixed my sleeping schedule. I now get 8 - 10 hrs of sleep daily, and have been for a while.
Ever since, I haven't had a nightmare like that again, and I'm happy to say so.

But I still have questions: why did I feel the pain so well? Why did I still feel the pain after I woke up? Did I travel to the Astral Plane? Was it Astral Projection? Is it possible to return to that universe if I wanted to?
I don't know...

I keep having dreams I want to write down, but the length of them feels like it would wake me up completely. Woke up at 3:32 am today and had a really long lucid dream (forgotten it by now since I didn't write it down)
I do remember a short dream from 3 days ago.

Facial hair: I was standing in front of a mirror, my face visibly haggard and rough. "I need to shave." I think to myself as i touch the beard that has grown more than normal.
It's like a lions mane. I shape it to see what i would look like with a massive moustache (Dr. Eggman vibes) and I wake up.

It's only like an hour after I wake up that I realize that it was a dream.

The world in this one was really fucked up—post-post-apocalyptic, like after some Judgment Day-type event. As a result, humanity had become way less secular, and worship of all sorts of deities (mostly chthonic) was widespread.

In this mess of a world, I was making my way as the leader of a death cult. We were infamous for human sacrifice to our dark lord, making the skin of our enemies into ritualistic clothing, and maybe even cannibalism, but I’m not sure about that one. Safe to say, people were really after us. They wanted to capture me like I was Hitler in 1945. And they did.

In some kind of law enforcement operation, I was tricked into coming out into the open, and that’s how they got me. I don’t remember a trial, but my sentence being death was pretty much a given. Death by sacrifice to some deity. I don’t remember which one exactly, but I think it was some kind of goddess of healing or something.

I was assigned an executioner to guide me through my last days. The guy was a dapper-looking English gentleman, dressed in a brown and green three-piece suit, carrying a walking cane, and topped off with a fancy hat. Really well-mannered for a stereotypical executioner. His office - yes, office - was packed with books and high-end furniture. The man had taste, an appreciator of fine arts and world history.

Eventually, my time came. I approached him, asking if there was another way to go about my sentence. By then, I had already accepted my fate, but being sacrificed to a god while conscious was a really scary thing in this world. My well-mannered handler offered me an alternative: a way to go out on my own terms.

From his personal collection, he presented me with a collector’s item—a 1911 pistol once owned by Howard Hughes, complete with engravings and everything. The Englishman explained that the goddess only needed my body, not my soul, so it was perfectly fine if I was already dead when the sacrifice happened. Pressing the business end of the .45 against my temple, I pulled the trigger. The gun misfired - all according to general dream laws regarding firearm use - but after another attempt, I was done. I felt my body hit the floor.

But that wasn’t the end.

I was immediately reincarnated. From white boy to asian. I manifested as a full-grown adult, like I had taken over someone’s body, or maybe my new form just materialized out of thin air. Not having learned a damn thing from my past life, I returned to my ways of death cult-ing while keeping my identity extra hidden, because i wasn't just this world's Hitler, i was this world's second incarnation of Hitler.

I remember going on a solo rampage on a highway, wearing a traditional skin outfit and a headpiece made from the top half of a human skull, modified with demonic-like horns.

Then I snapped out of it, almsot like my dark lord’s grip on me was slipping. I reformed. Details get blurry, but I remember enlisting to help at an archaeology dig site, uncovering an ancient cache of lost technology from before Judgment Day.

So I think this morning's dream is a sequel to another dream where I read a "Peter Pan Spin off" where Captain Hook was originally dead, But someone came back to Neverland(?) claiming to be him. There's a character(s) that don't believe it's him (the rest of the characters believe it is him all of these characters believes or not are Lost Boys ) but by the end of the book it's revealed to actually be Captain Hook.

So the actual dream I'm in a building that seem to be a cross between a church and a live theatre place. For the first half of the dream I'm just going around and around the church/theatre where some of the other characters are having band practice with "Hook" on the stage downstairs. I'm not sure where in the dream I started thinking or if this character in my dream, already thought "Hook wasn't Hook because Hook is Dead" before I entered the dream. After accidently ending up ion the attic space of the church where there were a couple of other people but these were based on classmates of mine from high school in real life, I then go back down and I mean really down and I grumpy left the theatre part of this building. But I was thinking "at least i never took band or orchestra class in school" At the theatre door (the one that leads into a lobby)-someone was trying to play the banjo but his heart wasn't in it. I forgot to mention "Hook" is wearing a mask similar to Death Eaters from Harry Potter

I'm not sure if time passed between that and this next scene, But I'm like at a pharmacy or drugstore part of this very weird building and it's a kid (a blonde boy) running the drugstore including the drugs and they have like candles next to him but they aren't working. The person in front of me says something to the effect that "its great to have Hook back!" and that makes the candle light up and the kid is like "I have to disapoint the candles again." Then it's my turn, and both me and the kid are both complaing about people thinking Hook has returned, and I say an outburst somewhat like this "Hook can't possible be Hook, Hook's dead have anyone forgot that?"

The next thing I know after that outburst, I'm fighting with "Hook" and he says stuff I don't remember and I don't even know how I'm fighting I'm assuming a sword at least and I don't even know where I got it from, it like just appeared in my hands which I don't really see in this scene. I can tell I'm fighting because of how I'm moving kind of like in climaxes of Disney moves back in the old days. In the middle of the fighting my dream self is thinking "This is like a book I read recently" and my dream-self mouth opened and says that.

I think in the end, like in the make-believe book, "Hook" is actually Captain Hook