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D₁-Theres a shadow in the corner of my room on my ceiling and at first it was this furry thing that kept growling at me and then it turned into a cute black furry puppy that just wagged its tail at me.

Dream skip

D₂-Chase sent me a message on fb that was one of those memes about relationships and it said," pull her hair and slap her ass." Weird becuase our aquaintanship is nothing like that. Anyways back to the dream, he also put it as his status and a bunch of people liked it.

I've been reading a lot about mnemonic memory techniques & came to the conclusion that for me I don't want a scripted list. Instead all throughout my day I look at things, especially ones with motion & say what color they are, what material it is made of & what motion it creates. Exp: Black fan, spins, has metal on it & then I visual the motion & possible other motions it stimulates in my brain.... WBTS method this morning & did not have a LD but I was thinking about my dream house & instead of dreaming about that I did dream of another house with many stairs & all of the ppl including myself had abilities & the colors & details of my dream were much sharper due to using my own technique.

Hello everybody^^

While I have not had that many lucid dreams I have years of experience trying to achieve them. I made this account solely for this post. All I seem to see over the internet is people recommending writing dreams down. Most of the time I couldn't read my hand writing, I had so switch on the lights thus becoming more awake than I wanted to be during the nights and it took ages. Now I use a pre-installed app on my phone to record my voice and deactivate the screen lock for faster access before going to bed. I also turn down the brightness and additionally use a screen filter.

This works wonders give it a try and don't hesitate to comment!!!

I remember I was in some sort of tower and I was lucid. I went tried going downstairs but the I saw that everything was turning redish. One of my friends told me, "We shouldn't go down there, that's hell." I got frightened and turned and ran up the stairway and then I reached somewhere that was full of people, it seemed normal and ordinary, people were having fun.
Then a man came and shouted, "Dear people, I invite you all to my farewell ceremony." Since I was curious to see what this ceremony was, I accepted his invitation and so did alot of other people as well.

Then we went up some more stairs, then suddenly I entered some place that was bright and seemed familiar. Then the man spoke to us about how he died. in the end he told us that because we came to bid him farewell, he will grant one wish to each of us. Then the people went to him one by one asking him for things like god's blessing. Then I went up to him, and said, "If it's alright...I want to see my grand father again. Just one more time. Please?" (My grand father passed away long before I was born but I have seen him once in a dream when I was young. I knew what he looked like and sounded like through video tapes of him)

Then the man told me, "I can't bring people back to life...But I will bring him to you right now." "
I was so happy that I hugged the man and he hugged back. Then slowly I felt the man's body change, I looked at his face and instead I saw my grandfather. I started crying and hugging him even more tightly and then I woke up.

D₁-I see donnovan and go to give him a hug. He stops me saying he can't stay. I ask him why he can't and he just shakes his head, saying he can't. I get really upset and scrunch up my nose so I don't cry. Then I turn around so I can walk away and he pulls me towards him. He then holds my hand and apologizes aaying his name is James not Donnovan.

Dream skip

D₂-I'm at a club I think. I'm following some friends through a crowd whenever I see donnovan. He asks me where I'm going and I ignore him (was I mad at him?). He grabs my hand and I jerk away, he then picks me up bride-style and and starts carting me off saying that we need to talk. My friends take no notice.

Dream skip

D₃-At the movies with donnovan. Theres a cartoon or anime playing on the screen but I'm not really paying any attention to it. Donnovan's face is really easy for me to see for some reason. He's got really pale smooth skin, black curly (or maybe wavy) hair, green green eyes, and a mole or angel kiss on the side of his face. He leans in for a kiss which starts a mini make out session. He then tells me the night doesn't have to end. We walk to my car.

Dream skip

D₄-Some thing about a red dress.

Dream skip

D₅-In a room of some sort, can't really tell if its a bedroom or hotel room. The tv is on and I'm cuddled up to donnovan, he initiates another makeout session and moves down towards my neck. Sending chills and waves of a rather pleasurable sensation down my back. He takes of his shirt (damn the boy is built) and starts rubbing against me, I've got my hands around is neck and back. When I notice I can feel him. As in feel the warmth of his skin. He gets up and goes to the bathroom. I wakeup.

Preface:
Bed around 11pm. Coughing, sneezing and still dealing with allergy issues.
IRL, I had situations with crows:
Two crows swooped down on me(while I was in the car. One of them almost flew into my windshield/)..and a third blocked the road (cawing at another bird) while I was driving. People call them bad omens so I'll just post it here just in case.


DR 1

I was in a home with my two small nieces (ages 6 and 7). The 7 year old was in the shower. The 6 year old was upstairs in her room.
Someone invaded my home. I didn't hear them come in. A man and a woman both pointed their guns at me. The man told me not to move, and then said I may have something in my bra. The woman grabbed at my breasts and upon finding nothing just returned to her spot in the living room. They hear a noise from the bathroom. I started running towards the door and the couple tried to stop me, by pointing their guns at me. The man went towards the bathroom with the gun pointed out in front of him. I told him that my niece was in there- and asked him, "please don't shoot". My niece came out of the bathroom in a towel and ran towards me. She hugged me. I sat her down on the floor/couch? I started addressing the couple. I told them they needed to keep us alive. He scoffed at me and I started pleading my case. I do't really remember what it was.

1. I remember I was lying down on a bed in a hospital, then suddenly I became lucid. That's when I decided to go and continue my search for my dream guide but as I attempted to get off the bed, a doctor came in through the door and tried to stop me from leaving but before he could do anything, I opened the window beside my bed and flew out side, as I was flying I was slowing losing my lucidity. I remember vividly that I kept telling myself 'to stay lucid'. Then I fell on to the ground and I lost my lucidity and the dream scape changed.

2. Afterwards I was in a mansion of some sort? (I don't remember clearly) But I remember telling a dwarf to send a message to someone I knew and people were coming in and out of a portal.

Another lucid there was more to the dream prior to getting lucid but there wasn't much. Last night I meditated for 10 minutes and had a more realization about how being too tired before going to sleep can reduce the chances of me getting lucid. So when I stay up for another 20 minutes and then feel really tired and 'ready' to sleep, I find it harder to dream journal or wake up during the night for LD practices. I decided that this probably affected how tired I am when I do my WBTB, and that I should extend my WBTB's. During my WBTB this morning I did the usual toilet run and mirror RC and then came back to bed and started reading my book. The following lucid was actually 1 of my best in terms of stability and control, while also being able to properly remember dream tasks.

Dream
I'm walking home from the village, I've already passed the school and I'm pretty close. The road is the usual unlaned p.o.s. that it is, with the boughs of manuka trees arching overhead forming a sort of tree cathedral. It's quite a sunny day, there isn't much going on. I start realizing that this is a dream, I decide to stabilize myself and feel the sensation of touch. Being able to feel my dream body so clearly tethers me there and stabilizes, but I notice that the world around me darkens. Fuzz. I need it to be light! What makes things light? Fire!
I start focusing on creating fire with my mind, but it's weird.. This is one of those dreams where the world is down-to-earth and things like flying are difficult. I point the palms of my hands at each other and will there to be a spark of fire, but there's nothing..
A blanket of darkness covers everything now, but I spot a couple street lights in the background of the dream. I have a certain understanding that if I can position my hands looking up
at the light then I can trick the dream into thinking it's a fire spark. Doing this the palms of my hands suddenly have a ball of fire growing between them. I lift it up and throw it onto the tree above, it slowly spreads and the world around me begins to brighten with the flickering tongues of flame.
The dream stabilizes once more, I focus on my body now and maintain the sense in the back of my mind so I don't wake up. It's properly night time now and I decide on doing the TotM
"I'm ready for my dream guide!" I shout out to the world, I start heading back down the road towards the village.
"I'm ready for my dream guide!" I continue to hail, above the power lines crossing the street I spot a flying batlike demon. Blagh, no thanks. I keep moving on until I see the group of people that I had seen earlier on in the dream (before I got lucid I passed them on my way home). I spot a very pretty blonde, I approach her and say "are you my dream guide?"
"no" she says, "But would you like to come with me?" a coquettish smile on her face. For a moment I feel the full of caveman mode, but say "no thanks" and leave. About 20 metres later I've passed the school and reached the end of the road, leading to the roundabout by the village. I spot another cute blonde (what's with me and blondes lately?) and think that she probably isn't my dream guide. Butttt... She's cute. I decide to go after her and ask anyway
It was about here that I woke up.

Preface:
Took Benadryl (OTC allergy meds) for an allergic reaction before sleeping. As a result I have not been able to recall my dreams very well at all.

I dreams that I was about to shower. I had taken all of my clothes off. I looked down, and my breasts had shriveled up. They were lifeless and wrinkled. I was shocked and woke myself up. In real life my breasts are a full 36D cup, so needless to say, I panicked.

Early this morning I woke up knowing, I dreamed the terrorist attack. There were 5 of them. All military, not some crazy jihadist. Except in my dream they used guns. They attacked the airport guns blazing and I was there trying to stop them with an Ar-15. It was one of those dreams I should have typed on this board as soon as I woke up that something very bad was going to happen today. I waited for the news to broadcast the story of a terrorist attack, but when it came it wasn't guns, it was bombs. But I knew it was today, i knew it would happen because i dreamed the whole thing. Yeah, i know, "you're crazy, just because you dreamed it and it happened doesn't make it some kind of psychic thing". true, but this is the 6th time in my life I dreamed about an incident before it happened. I don't care if no one believes me, but the people who know me personally know that when i say something is going to happen, they know some shit is about to go down.

D₁- I am at my TKD school and I ask to keep/make a copy of my hours sheet for my blue collar. The instructor asks,"Why!' I just kinda shrug and reply,"I want to keep up with my hours at home." As I take my freesparring gear home, everyone keeps staring at me.

D₂- One of my really good friends,chelsea, comes rushing towards me babbling about some psychic she saw. Stating that the psychic said I have scepticism, then the psychic shows up and starts to lecture us on our health.

We were driving very fast in an SUV on the outskirts of a town. My mother's ex husband (Niko) was in the driver's seat, I was in the backseat, and there were two other's with us. It's daytime and God has begun his destruction of the Earth. I saw an airplane above a town that lost control and was falling from the sky. Children were escaping from the plane with techniques they learned from school.

All of a sudden, we are going off-road at about 45 mph. I see a freeway with a tall barbed-wire gate all along both sides of it. Niko turns and jumps the SUV off of the hill we were on, runs into the barbed-wire fence and seamlessly transitions us onto the highway. The freeway was in a forested area and most cars were heading the opposite direction we were. Some cars were going slower than us, so Niko decides to weave in and out of traffic to maintain his speed.

We get to the end of the freeway at a small forest reserve-type area except that it is the Garden of Eden hidden in plain sight throughout time. We get out of the car and go to the lake about 50 ft from the car. It's night now and one of the guys shows me a sea monster under the lake. The lake is very deep and I can see through the muddy water the sea monster idly swimming. The guys says something to the effect of 'isn't it cool?'

I get up and see a pack of ferocious wolves approaching me. I pick up a stick that had a smaller, sharp stick tied to it at the end similar to a pickaxe. A wolf jumps at me and I swing and seriously injure it. As the wolf lays on the ground, bleeding, he tells me,' over there, we saved it.' Instinctively knowing he was helping me, I run over about 20 ft and pick up a gauntlet off the ground. I run back to the wolves and punch one with the gauntlet. A flash of white light comes out of the gauntlet and hits the wolf with enough force to knock him back 10 ft. I proceed to kill every wolf in the pack with one hit each until they are all dead. Then I go over to the lake and punch into it hoping it would kill the sea monster. But the punch doesn't seem to have much effect without a close target. I try to punch it again, then I woke up.

Morning of March 21, 2016. Monday.



I am with my family mostly as we are now (though I seem to be much younger at one point) where we presently live on W Street, though the house is bigger. Our kitchen is much bigger and has an extra counter running from south to north on the east side of the back hallway, with extra shelves above it. As I walk through our kitchen at one point, I notice a lot of loaves of bread and what seems to be cheap birthday party items (such as unopened packages with paper hats, paper plates, and cheap novelties and party favors and such). I am not sure whose birthday is upcoming.

At one point, there are a lot of Matchbox Cars arranged on different surfaces, mostly in two rows. A couple older males appear in our house eventually, though I am not sure of the reason. There is something about one of them trying to find a certain Matchbox Car, but which is a car from the 1940s. I try to help but I am not sure where everything is. I know I have most of the ones made in the 1960s. I think the Mercedes 300SE may be relevant but I do not say anything, only that I may be able to find what they are seeking (though I do not).

There is illogical setting distortion for a short time where I seem to shift outside and back inside while just standing in one spot (though the view may be implied to be from our window, though as a requisite it would have no screen or curtains), where I am looking at one of the men (who must have teleported there but who is back for the next scene) in a small light yellow golf cart (facing away from the west side of our house on the footpath) which seemingly resembles a downsized Roadster Hot Rod from the 1940s and I remark that I have a Matchbox Car like that, which is not exactly true as I firstly mistake the golf cart for an old car design and then consider I may be thinking about a different model, yet it really just looks like a modern ordinary golf cart upon a closer look. I feel a bit unusual and ineffectual in designating a new golf cart as a 1940s hot rod but the scene shifts again (though the scene itself seems random and like a “glitch” or like a very short dream within a longer and more vivid dream that slightly altered its flow).

Interestingly, Jack Odell (March 19, 1920-July 7, 2007) is present and walking about for quite some time. I am not sure why he is spending his time here for a day or two. We are talking about various aspects of Matchbox Cars (as the time period seems to shift physically only at one level and my collection is not present as it was just previously - though our sons still have many Matchbox Cars in their own rooms) as well as other ideas, including the unfortunate end of product quality and customer service in modern times with poorer and poorer design and less and less longevity and usability in anything made. He reflects on various events. I tell him how I used to keep my Matchbox Cars in a large suitcase. For some reason, I visualize all of them piled atop each other within the suitcase (it was actually a large black typewriter case), but in reality, they were kept in the original box. I tell him about the very first Matchbox Car I was given, which I cannot quite remember the name or number of. I give a couple details about it, including the green boat for the rack on top, and he seems to know what I mean.

“Ford Love,” he says, smiling. (It was actually a Ford Corsair.) I consider that Ford Love is a “real” model and nod hesitantly (since I do not want to call him wrong), but possibly not the one I had, though I do not say anything. He seems happy and nostalgic and I feel I am spending a day in a “realm of good memories” - yet I also seem puzzled as to why such a wealthy and well-known person would spend a day or two at our house, especially in such an informal and friendly manner. There are dream remnants that seem like “echoes” of long periods of conversation, like a subtle “phantom audio” that only some dream types produce.

Dreamt I met chase and I jumped on him an kinda hanged there while he walked towards some stairs. There was a girl there, I told him not to talk to her, he ignored me and engaged in coitus while I looked away. I looked back and became very angry then I woke up.

I had a dream that I was alone in my house, but for some reason it was open for anybody to come in. My old friend came in unexpectedly, but I was glad to see him because I haven't seen him in years. He's pretty well known in media, so we started talking about his fame. Eventually I started getting tired of the conversation but he kept talking, and talking, and talking. I was really bored.

Suddenly a couple of naked streetwalker girls, one behind the other, walked in holding giant signs covering their breasts. The signs were advertising free sex. They looked at us, walked over, and put their signs down. The girl in front walked up to me and started trying to talk, but I was embarrassed that they were doing this to me in front of my friend. I kept trying to shoo them away, but the girl instead walked over to my friend and sat with him. Girl that was behind started flirting with me, talking to me with one arm around my shoulders and her other hand rubbing my chest. I started to enjoy myself, and my friend was enjoying his girl, so I stopped being self conscious and decided to have sex with the girl I was with.

I walked her over to the couch next to my friend and sat down. I started looking and my friend lying down with his girl on top of him, and she looked back at me. I looked at my girl and got a big erection. I took off my pants, and my girl dropped on her knees and started masturbating me for a couple of minutes. It felt really good. Then she put my penis in her mouth and started sucked me off. I wanted to to go even further, but the dream ended and I woke up.