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10.11.2013 2/2

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu estava na casa dos meus sogros, na sala, que por sinal estava bem diferente. Estávamos sentados assistindo TV quando eu vi uma aranha e a matei. A partir daí começaram a aparecer insetos de todos os lados da casa. Quanto mais eu matava, mais apareciam. Matei aranhas e escorpiões, grandes e pequenas. Os escorpiões brilhavam como se tivessem uma luz de LED no corpo. No fim, estava tentando matar um inseto que se parecia com um mouse, mas tinha uma caraoaça dura por cima. Lembro-me de tê-lo atingido várias vezes antes que ele rachasse. Acordei com a Ju me chacoalhando. Ela disse que eu estava agitado na cama, mexendo muito as pernas. [Nesse dia, minha gata encontrou uma aranha grande em casa e eu a matei]

I found myself running down a bunch of tents toward a Great Wall with Frodo and Sam, my brother sam was also with me running down the dirt road lined with tents. As we were running a bunch of orcs stepped out and gave chase. Gollum was also chasing us and as we were about to be caught a massive slug thing appeared and we jumped on it. He pulled us away from our attackers to a swampy thing and descended into it. We were stuck and our attackers stopped at the edge and watched us get covered in the stuff. I suddenly jerked out of this and ran toward the wall shedding the skin like substance. The attackers gave chase and my brother said "the door that is open today is the one that says "queen" in Latin. We found it and unlatched the door just in time. We stumbled into a room with a fat guy and a family there and they didn't move they just looked on. (I think I woke up for a very short time) then suddenly I was above and behind the attackers who were now in full force attacking the wall. I saw a massive creature slam itself into the wall making it half it's height as archers shot it from the wall and suddenly I was back in my body inside the wall. Enemies were busting in the doors and I ran up a flight of stairs and stood in a coner of another flight. I saw people run down the stairs in towels and they slammed against the wall looking up. Then I woke up ... dream 2: I was in a house and we were having a party when Logan came up to me and kissed me so I took her upstairs and as we were laying in bed I woke up

04.11.2013

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu estava em uma grande reunião de irmãos da CCB. Olhava para cima e via o céu mais estrelado da minha vida. Saía para tentar mostrar pra minha esposa e me perdia. Acabava nos fundos da casa da minha tia Regina, trancado. A escada dos fundos estava faltando os últimos degraus, então eu saí me pendurando. Saía pela frente da casa e via que havia alguém no quarto, e a luz estava acesa. No portão encontrei uma irmã de saia jeans longa, blusinha rosa claro, cabelo preso, por volta de 40-50 anos, e seu marido dizendo que o bairro é perigoso, e se alguém me vir pulando o muro pode estranhar. Saía da casa e era abordado por 2 homens em uma moto que tentavam me matar. Eu fugia me jogando em uma grande ladeira parecida com um escorregador. Pegava um ônibus com um motorista louco que quase batia em tudo. Tinha uma criança sentada do meu lado conversando com a mãe sobre o seu aniversário e as bexigas da festa que farão.

25.10.2013

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu estava em um trem. Lembro de estar indo pra algum lugar. Eu sentava em umbanco duplo vazio. Sentava um asiático do meu lado direito e outro alguém do meu lado esquerdo(?). O fiscal da porta segurava todos pra fora pra não encher o trem e dizia que iria liberar em 5 segundos. Ele fazia a contagem regressiva e quanto estava no 2 ou 3, a porta fechava. Me vi no meio do banco entre os dois. Eu me levantava com o banco e o asiático reclamava pois queria se sentar também. Discutíamos. Eu explicava pra ele e resolvi deixar o banco pra ele, porém frustrado. Nessa hora, o banco já havia se transformado em uma cadeira de rodinhas. Sentava em outro e olhava pra fora. Via 3 banners sobre PuA, explicando como os amigos poderiam te trair depois de estudarem juntos e um outro banner escrito "Chocolate causa tantas alucinações quanto sua pele".

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragment):

There was some electroguitar-like music.

Dream 2(fragment):

Was talking to someone.

Dream 3(fragment):

Was playing some game.

Dream 4:

I wake up, keep eyes closed and try to DEILD, after a while comes tactile HH where i feel some kind of serpentine creature, then followed by rough entry into dream with loud sounds and sensations. It transitions into FA and i get up from bed, i notice that room has different layout which seems to be a mix of few old ones, also my PC looks slightly different. Also the weird part is that there"s still noise, then it transitions into two or three voices talking with each other, but i can"t understand what they talk about. Also gravity seems to be low. After looking around for a bit i try changing form, but with no result. After a few tries though dark scales appear on my hands. The whole time voices continue talking. I then notice a few white particles phasing through walls in a few places, i decide to go to balcony, which is open, but dream fades halfway.
I am back in the bed again with closed eyes, there are noises again which then combine into some kind of scream, so i realize that i am still dreaming, i open eyes but i wake up instead, whoops.

Morning of November 11, 2013. Monday.



This fairly long dream is of a nature I experience very frequently. I enter a fully lucid state and decide I will visit a relative in the USA, in this case the only living sister on my mother’s side (Marilyn). I will do this with a continuous combination of teleporting and flying (from my present home in Queensland, Australia). I fly over the ocean enjoying the feelings of the wind on my face and the sound of the waves. It is very clear and beautiful. Later on, after what seems about fifteen minutes or more, I notice an area with Spanish moss and cypress trees, making it seem as if I am now over a river, possibly in Florida.

Eventually, continuing to fly over water, and in several cases teleporting a fair distance ahead, I see a building which I recognize to be in La Crosse, Wisconsin after having an awareness of having moved over the Black River for a considerable distance. I land near the building and then continue, walking, in a northeasterly direction. Much of the area is very different but I am still somewhat familiar with where I should go. (The Rose Street area where I used to live and walk a few blocks to school, although the school is still there, has been built up and industrialized considerably, almost beyond recognition.)

In one area, there is a group of young violent males with knives, near what is like a larger culvert and an area that reflects a lower level of urban decay. I tell them that I am not actually there (physically) but in my dream form, so they can just go on with whatever they are doing. Only one of them seems somewhat threatening. I reach into my right pants pocket to find a large, already-open switchblade and throw it with the blade end as it goes perfectly into the other person’s sternum and he is fallen/easily defeated. I walk on, continuing northeast and notice that a new switchblade has materialized in the same pocket in the same way as if there is an endless supply.

I eventually end up at my sister’s house. She is much older and there is a mention by her of how she smelled Guinea pigs and cigarette smoke upon my arrival. This makes no sense, as she was a heavy smoker in the family (not quite as much as her husband, though) but has apparently quit as of several years ago. She seems slightly tired and ill (as she often was in real life over the years - she is still alive as of this writing). (In real life, we do have two Guinea pigs though they are mostly only handled by the children.)

I mention how my next-youngest son Lorenzo is a regular character on a (fictional) television western series on Monday nights, wanting to know if she had seen it. In fact, for some unknown reason, some scenes are then suddenly being shot at the location I am in presently, though I wonder how they will integrate the scenes filmed inside the house into the actual show to reflect the show’s intended background environment - perhaps the commonly used green-screen compositing or chroma key compositing. I am happy that Lorenzo is there for my sister to finally see him in “real life” (although it is a dream).

A little later, we (my wife and a couple others) seem to have a setup there. There is one point where my brother J’s cheerful spirit walks in through the front porch out of a radiant white light and to an additional room to the south where we engage in conversation for quite some time (although I do not remember much of it). For a short time after he leaves, I think about going onto the porch to look more closely (through the implied portal) at what is beyond but decide not to. The house is not anything like the one I last saw my sister living at (I am not at all familiar with the one she lives in now in real life). In the background is still a feeling of awe and contemplation based on the discovery of how a childhood dream seemed to involve actual time travel over many years - the “Patches” one, where I actually saw (without the slightest clue it could ever be as such, especially as two areas of the wall had to be sealed up and the middle window replaced by the smaller twelve-paned one) that area of the house as it would be in the distant future in a real-life event. It feels very familiar and deeply personal to me now (I actually thought I would not experience anymore newer childhood-based paranormal connections or new unfolding of such) as if it has something to do with having access to eternity when in certain dream states, made more such by the three bats being a symbol of messages from the future (or “eternity”) as well. This has taught me that many childhood dreams I have not fully resolved (precognitive-wise, as all dreams seem to have very literal and precise precognitive features at one point or another) could still have repercussions on the now and the (even distant from here) future. I think this is related to what brother Jim was saying to me. He seems to be in the same form of when I knew him as a boy, but less overweight.

In the last section of my dream, we seem to have a setup for a cheap, quick, and “lowest common denominator” form of public entertainment (with only one slightly askew TV camera on the porch thus far) involving one of those so-called talent or idol shows which I have never watched any of fully. In this case, it is also a type of a hidden camera show involving a practical joke (although by the implied studio rather than a friend), where a person with no acting, writing, or other ability is filmed in a way similar to “The Truman Show”. The young man is possibly from the group of the people with knives and is told he will be famous and in several movie rolls (as a gag, to be part of some silly shots only rather than a real movie). It seems slightly cruel.

I later notice that there is a collection (belonging to me and my wife) of nine black horses (in somewhat of a three by three arrangement), each either from an old carousel or a rare antique rocking horse, most oriented towards the south, but at different angles and within a group of other smaller items and smaller furniture. This may relate to traveling back into some of the mysteries of childhood that I have not focused on in quite some time.

My first journal entry and I actually have no new dreams to report. I guess I've been complaining so much about wanting a break from dream recall that my subconscious actually gave me a break. I've been dreaming but it's fuzzy when I wake up.
I know that sounds a little arrogant doesn't it? Complaining about dream recall. I apologize. I know most people on here WANT to remember their dreams. I've been remembering mine every night since I can remember so a night without remembering them would be a godsend. Most of them are very action/monsters/aliens/fighting so they can be emotionally exhausting. There have been many nights I've woken up shaking. Even though I may remember my dreams naturally, after reading posts and DJs I realize I haven't done a lot to control my dreams. Super powers yeah, but actually affecting the people and creatures and environment. That is something I've never really focused on. I'll try to start doing that. It might actually help the dream content.

Since this is my first post though I did want to write about a dream. There are many that have stuck with me for one reason or another, so I wanted to talk about one of those.

Hmmmm...ok here is a less depressing one.

I was on a space station, with my choir class of all things. This dream was from at least 5 years ago. There were three species on board and each had its own quarters. There were humans, some human-looking species except they were all breathtakingly beautiful, and an amphibious species (think monster of the deep lagoon, but tall, trim, and sassy.) I was running down one of the corridors and saw one of the amphibians walking my way. I couldn't tell the sex. It was a forest green in color and wearing a neon pink speedo. The reason for this was because, like frogs, their skin secreted a mucus and so they didn't wear clothes, except for neon speedos apparently. Also, if humans touched their skin it would give us a rash so I tried dodging past the sashaying (and literally he/she was working it) amphibian but accidentally bumped arms.

I fell into a duct and rolled down into a compartment of some sort. I had a little red rash on my arm but no further damage.

Dream skip.

The next thing I knew I was in the "gorgeous humanoids" part of the ship. It reminded me of an old English countryside with a big manor, except we were in a ship. (Size is trivial I suppose.) They were all dressed to the nines and having some kind of party. Perhaps a tea party? One of the males caught sight of me and wanted to have me. (A pet? A wife? I couldn't tell.) So the rest of the dream was me trying to get away from him. XD The worst part was my best friend, who was in the dream, had a crush on him. It was a horrible love triangle awkwardness thing with me running from him and he running from my friend. I think back on it now and it was pretty funny.

dream 1:
i am walking along the road with other people and we have a donkey with us for some reason i throw a firecracker on the ground and it explodes and the other people ask me why i did it before i answer the dream fades

DREAM 2:

i am downstairs with someone else who is trying to convince me to open dads gun safe i keep telling her that i wont and so then she takes out this highly advanced computer system hacker thing and starts to hack into the gun safe but then i thought that what she was doing was to illogical and unrealistic and then my whole family walk downstairs and to where the gun safe is and i say to everybody "hey man, we could be dreaming" and we all do a reality check and we figure out that it is a dream. and now I'm LUCID so the dream starts to fade but i stop it and when it is completely stable i walk outside and try some telekinesis witch iv never done before AND it works THE FIRST FUCKING TIME witch is fucken awesome and so i pick the dog up with my mind and fling it across the yard and then i go inside and say to my sister " hey Meredith you know how this is a dream and everything? " and she says "yea" and then i say "WATCH THIS" and i pick up a bottle of coke with my mind and splash it in her face LOL and she says "cool" and then i walk outside again and the dream just randomly ends i don't know why?

Date of dreamunknown)
Dream Genre: War Based.
Dream environment/environments: Desert and jungle.
Your role in the dream: i was a private.
Your age: 17
Your Dream: I was at war against an enemy not known to belong to a country.
there was 3 of us the Sargent, recruit and me the private. i was taking cover in a wooden
tower built from chopped down trees barbarian style. as i took cover in the tower with the Sargent and recruit/ other private we all had sniper rifles. We were under fire from
a few enemy snipers they took cover in a jungle that had dense coverage so it was hard to spot them all. I was able to see their locations as if they were glow stick that were
trying to hide in a pitch black room. i was ordered to kill them so i did. i raised the gun
and aimed. After shooting each enemy sniper to death i then found my self in a desert terrain. a burnt down car was laying next to a brick wall that was destroyed probably due to war was half a meter tall. and there was other identical coverage which the enemy hid behind as i came to notice my position i seen 3 enemy targets try to attack my commanding officer i armed my self with a pistol a (m36 or somthing simmilar to that) a basic black pistol. After pulling out the gun i aimed and shot the 3 enemy targets killing them. I then proceeded to walk over to my commanding officer and we tried to retreat from the surrounding area as i knew their was more enemy's awaiting to kill us. As we turned to run i then woke up.
END OF DREAM

Thoughts you have about this dream: Someone told me if you dream about being or going to war that you would die young or be killed or something like that. Is that true
what does this dream mean. What does it mean to me is it a warning or just a dream?

I'm sitting with my uncle Tr somewhere. We are talking about something, possibly work, and he decides to call my uncle Ty to ask a question about the project. He calls and gets a hold of him. He's somewhere with his wife, and we can hear wind in the background. I ask where they are, and they say they are on an archaeological dig.

As he speaks and I walk, the land around me changes from the green forest it was before into a drier, sandier clime. First it's a little rocky, but as I keep moving, it becomes hills of rolling sand.

I get to a small empty base camp of sorts, and my companion (Not my uncle anymore, changed to a faceless friend). And my companion and I laugh at the people who come here for a "Archaeological Journey". The people here strew fake artifacts about the sands, and get people to pay them to take them digging. We follow a trail of these objects, to a small field of them. There are actually some nice silver cups, lined with gold inside that I quite like, even if they are fake, so I grab one.

We see a small hole in the ground, and drop into it. There I see my uncle Ty and his wife looking at a huge mound of real treasure. Gems, and gold mostly. As I walk in, Ty asks how many of the quarter sized emeralds it would take to buy something that I can't remember. I quickly say 30, and that we should go soon. So I go to grab some, but then I notice 4 doors in the room, and ty says that we can only take what we can carry in our hands into one of those rooms, then something happens. So I grab a few and go into a door.

A man is in the room, which looks like a two child bedroom, messy too. He says if I pass his test, I can take 10% of what I'm carrying and I quickly wish I had brought more. I get nervous, and stall by asking if I can clean the room before the test. He looks surprised and says yes. After I tidy up a bit, he makes me get down, and starts beating my back with a stick. I'm surprised that it doesn't hurt. I can feel the stick hitting my back, and hear the sound. But the pain is like a memory. (That should have clued me into the fact this was a dream)

2 rounds of increasingly powerful hits go by, then on the third, I get super angry all of a sudden. Irrationally angry to the extreme. So once the round ends, along with the trial. I exit the room and grab one of my adventuring group (Which just came into existence). One of them is huge, and we plan to ambush the guy who beat me right when he answers the door. One strong hit to the face. Which goes according to plan.
He drops like a rock, and we take a huge bag of the treasure, and his sword, which I can somehow tell is of a crazy sharpness and quality.

We get out of there and head back to our home base. But on the way, I feel horrible. We just robbed the owners. So I take the sword and the bag and head back. (I fly back). I know they will be angry,so I go in quickly, drop the bag of treasure and the sword and then drop to the ground and lower my head. Then I ask for forgiveness.
I explain how I got so irrationally angry and made a mistake, and hope they can forgive me.

There are 4 of them, and they seem to be an adventuring group as well. A very successful one. They accept my apology, and I leave. It feels like no time passes, and I might be forgetting a part of my dream, but next thing I know I'm in a large field with a battle going on. Those four are there, and they are trying to take down a huge elephant like creature. I'm under it's legs, dodging as it moves around. I see an opportunity to knock it over when it rears up. I throw all my weight into it, and manage to tip it off a ledge. The leader of the four is impressed and they take me back to their cave. He then insists I join their band. I decline, saying I'm in one, but he won't take no for an answer. He tries to get me to accept gifts from him, but I decline again and fly away as fast as possible. They follow.

I can't really remember much from here. But I really enjoyed this dream. I noticed allot of little details and I feel my awareness is geting better.

Non-Lucid

Was at a concert in Melfort (Or a small town), and AC/DC was performing. I was worried, because the show was far from sold out (The crowd looked big at first, but at a second glance, showed only like 9 people). I was worried because AC/DC might not come back after this. I was standing off to the side of the stage, and the band came out. I screamed in excitement, and gave Angus the Devi horns sign. He flashed the sign back, and hi-fived me. Angus had a grape sucker hanging out of his mouth, as well as a toothpick with a pickle slice at the end (apparently this was his signature look). He was a young version of Angus (1970s). When I was screaming at the concert, I was sorta trying to keep it quiet, because nobody else was screaming and I felt embarrassed being the only one screaming.

Non- lucid

My Chemical Romance was coming to Melfort. I was going to be able to meet them as well. I promised Chevy I'd get something signed for him.I was going to bring a copy of The Black Parade, as well as a book Gerard wrote. I could NOT find the book. I was looking in shopping bags (full of copies of Conan the Barbarian), under couches, and in stacks of books. There was a group of guys in the room watching me search.
During the searching process, I met a girl (do NOT remember her name) and she gave me her name & number to put in my phone. She was going to MCR too (I think), and I developed a big crush on her(I was single in my dream). I eventually went back to the house, looked under a couch, and found the book. I started on my way to the concert (worried I might be late due to all the searching)

11-07-2013 -- [Haven't had any dreams worth recording for two or three days. Woke this morning with no dreams yet again, but it was quite early in the morning. Haven't had any fun sexual dreams in probably a month, so went back to sleep constantly repeating in my mind that I was going to have a long, involved, fun dream that included having sex. Slept for a few minutes, was briefly woke, then fell back asleep, and in the process had the following fragment and dream.]

I am in a somewhat nice building that seems to be a cross of a Mercedes showroom, a bank, or perhaps an office building. Decent sized offices with glass fronts. There are a fair amount of people walking around, including a smarmy male manager, and several females, ranging from very attractive to fairly attractive wandering around in a variety of tops, but all wearing very short, white, pleated skirts that kind of remind me of Supergirl. They wander around in this building, running various errands, and whenever they bend over to pick up something off the floor, they provide a [b]very[/i] nice view. I'm feeling very horny, so I wander around, trying to stay away from the smarmy manager dude, hoping to catch one of the women alone and bent over in one of the offices.

I follow around the most attractive blonde for a while, bright golden hair, fairly large breasts, long shapely legs, but it almost seems the manager is following her, and because of that, she never seems to bend over. Finally, I end up following another woman. She is not quite as wow as the other, but still very nice. She has a slightly smaller chest and dirty blonde hair. In one of the offices, alone, she bends over to pick something up, flashing a very skimpy pair of panties, and I drop to my knees behind her, and bury my face in her backside, tugging her panties to the side as I give her a lick. She gasps, and starts to say no, no, no, as I continue to lick, but as I reach a hand around and also begin to stroke her clit, it turns to more of a no, no, nore, more, more moan. But oddly, while she seems to be enjoying herself, and I am certainly enjoying myself, I don't seem to be erect, to take the next step. Which is exactly when I awoke to a trash truck going by outside.

Fell back asleep to find myself in what started out as almost a doctor's office, but started changing into more a sort of abandoned super market. I am wandering around, and there are a lot of beautiful women here, and a lot of strong, handsome men. Many of both sexes are nude, and having sex with each other in individual rooms, but with no doors. Nobody seems to be bothered by it, though. I come across one fairly attractive redhead who doesn't seem to have anybody to spend time with, and we have some sex. It's nice and fun, but not very detailed or textured if you know what I mean. The dream isn't really making it real, yet.

She wanders off, having things to do, and slowly I discover everybody is turning into superheroes, while still just wandering around, having sex. I am looking for somebody new, and come across an attractive brunette, slightly slim, good sized breasts, long brown hair, a nice figure, but slightly less curves than someone like Wonder Woman would have. She is alone, and nude, and seems kind of upset, and I ask her about it. It seems she is fighting with her boyfriend, because he refuses to eat her out, and I say I'd be happy to do that for her. She isn't completely sure, because her boyfriend is extremely strong, extremely jealous, and kind of stupid, but she's really horny, so she agrees.

She is soon laying on a towel, her legs spread, and I dive in. She is moaning slightly as I start to lick her, and we carry on for a while, but though I try, I am not quite getting her there with my tongue. I add a couple of fingers, alternating between sliding them inside and using them to alternate with tongue strokes along her clit, and I must eventually hit on the exact right rhythm eventually, because she convulses, gives a huge groan, and starts spraying my face with her juices. Seems I've got a squirter. We continue with some rather nice sex for quite a while, and when we eventually finish, we kind of rest there in each others' arms, cuddling.

That's when her boyfriend shows up, angry as hell and itching for a fight. He's a big, muscle-bound fellow, wearing a bright red costume. No idea what I am wearing. We exchange punches and throws for a while, and I am managing to hold my own, but we're managing to bang each other up pretty badly. At one point I have him pinned against a wall and straight out tell him, if he isn't going to please his girl, then I bloody well am. He claims that he does please her, and I tell him he refuses to eat her out. He get's this little-kid-icky look on his face and goes "Eeeeewwwwww!" and I look at him in amazement. "Have you ever tasted your girl's cum?" From this he realizes we weren't just cuddling, we've actually had sex, and he goes even more ballistic.

We continue fighting for a while, and eventually I have the strength and leverage to catch him in a full nelson, completely locked in, and have him pressed against a wall. I tell him flat out that this can go a couple of ways. He can decide to give his girl what she wants, as well as taking what he wants, in which case I'll only be with her once more, to show him what to do, or he can continue to be selfish, and I'll be with her whenever she wants. He gets this intense look on his face, like its a really hard thing to think through.

About this time, some other heroes come running through, and say some bad guys have planted some bombs at a nearby strip mall, and we have to go stop them. I let the guy go, and he kind of collapses to the ground. I almost follow him ... we've really battered each other. A couple of the other heroes are half supporting me, half carrying me, one on each side, as they start to lead me off to the strip mall. The farther we go, the more I regain my strength, and am able to move under my own power. Soon we reach the abandoned store front where the bombs are, and we find there are a lot of bombs held within some good-sized cardboard boxes. We start grabbing the boxes one or two at a time, pulling off a tab that kind of forces them to detonate within a few minutes (like a delayed action pin on a hand grenade) instead of whenever the bad guys had set them for, then are stacking them in a big, open area outside, where we hope they will do no harm.

The guy I was fighting with wasn't here for a while, and I am worried that he is going to come along and attack and fight me again, rather than working on the bombs, but as I reenter to grab more, I come across him carrying two out. He seems to be more interested in doing his job, and I briefly clap a hand on his shoulder, then grab a couple more bombs and haul them outside. A fire engine pulls up right next to the bombs, and we try to chase them back a bit away so they won't get blown up when the bombs all go off. We've got all the bombs out of the strip mall, but what were medium sized cardboard boxes have turned into a number of railroad containers filled with explosives, and kind of quivering from the volatile contents inside. Now we're just kind of standing around, waiting for them to explode, and to find out whether the area is open enough to avoid them doing any major damage or not.

Then I stop to think for a moment. We have a lot of heroes here, maybe 20 or 30, and some of them are probably not as impervious to damage as I am. I call out, loudly "Who here is not invulnerable?" I hear a couple of voices call out on the other side of the crowd, including a couple of female voices, and I head over that way until I find an attractive blonde female hero with her hand up. She's got a nice figure, a nice costume, very sexy. I explain when all these containers blow, there is going to be a lot of shrapnel, and if she isn't invulnerable, I am going to have to protect her. I pull her into a very tight, very invasive embrace, and pull her to the ground, my body between her and the containers, while they continue to quiver and pulse with the unstable materials inside. We're laying there for several very long seconds, though she does seem to be enjoying herself.

Suddenly there is a flash of light, and we are flying through the air. For several seconds, it is very peaceful, almost as if we had the power of flight (neither of us do) as we somehow move smoothly and rapidly through the air, then there is noise and turbulence and fire, and we crash violently to the ground. I glance around, and there is flaming debris everywhere, but nobody is seriously hurt, and the buildings are all OK, so it seems we got everything set up all right. The beautiful hero in my arms seems rather affectionate, and we're only two or three miles from the abandoned supermarket where we seem to live, so I figure it is time to go back and have some more fun. I know we can't fly, but I am super strong, so I figure maybe I can jump a mile at a time, like the Hulk. I hold her tight in my arms, but only manage to jump maybe 30 yards into the air, and only about 50 yards distance before I drop back to the ground. I do a couple more jumps like that, but it just isn't moving me far enough, fast enough. I try running at super speed, but it turns out that isn't one of my gifts either, because I can only run about a mile a minute. Phooey. With our headquarters two or three miles away, it takes me two whole minutes to get us there! AAUUGGHH!! But soon we're moving among the abandoned aisles looking for a bed, then we start to rapidly undress each other, ready to relax after a tough day of explosives!

Date: 07.11.13
Total sleep: 9 h
Daytime Techniques: wonderings about self and reality + ADA
Lucid Techniques: Mantras between dreams and before sleep, haphazard short WILD attempt
Recall Techniques: weeell - got to learn to write so I can decipher it - first dream, I put down is not retrievable
Fell Asleep: 0:30 am (jippee! and stone sober)
Dream Title: High Romance!

Dream:
This was the last three dreams - and so I have very good recall without having written much.
It started at a festivity where the people having finished school with me met - but there were other people too - like a friend of mine from university.
Somehow, I hadn´t managed to dress up for the occasion and wasn´t "styled" in any way - but the others were looking fantastic.
So - wasn´t that bad, but when that friend of mine wanted to go to some sort of vip party afterwards - a friend of hers, whom I didn´t know, wanted to keep me away from that.

So then something happened which is unusual for my dreams - usually I would have tried and not managed to go with them, or went, looking horrible or whatever.

What would not have happened would have been me getting what I wanted - namely making my friend drop that bitch, she brought with her, and take me home with her to give me a really nice evening dress and her make-up and perfume and whatnot and chastised the doorwoman for not instantly letting me in there too. Lovely friend in real life - but ex-model and always soo beautiful..

Anyway - in we were and it was like in a high-society movie.
Great party - later it had somehow changed scenery to a garden in the morning.
...edited ..
Awake: 9:30 am
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness) 12/13
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid) 9 non lucid
Length: (how long it felt like! Because that matters) Dream in 3 parts - twice reentry because it was soo nice - all in all maybe story over 2/3 days
Emotions: Weeell.. right - for the sake of analysis: started with feeling inferior, ugly, awkward - went to self-satisfied, radiant, attractive and confident, then totally smitten, in love, satisfied, hopeful and even sort of calmly confident for what would come, liberated

Dream Signs: People from school, university - the garden party was for some reason in our old garden of the house I lived in my youth (that´s a strong recurring sign, the house+garden)


Conclusions - Overview:

First of all - it is so great, that the journalling and general aim of lucidity and gaining dream-control spills over into my normal dreams and makes them so much more satisfying - amazing!!

Secondly - got to work on readable notes in between dreams.
First dream, after which I woke up got lost because of indecipherable nonsensical scribblings - except the dart-board snippet, which I posted next door - that I can remember vividly.

Then - realization, that I actually always was and am able to re-enter a dream after waking up.

Lucidity:
I did my mantras and expectation-rising for DILD, but looking back - the real inner plan was more to do a WILD attempt after the first inter-dream awakening.
I had talked to my hubby - finding out to my surprise that he had sometimes what seems to be called EHS - extremely loud noises from inside his head while falling asleep - and he hates it with a passion.
Told him excitedly to ride it out next time and try to WILD himself.

But - just like before several times - I felt tired and lazy and unwilling to try the WILD when the time for it was there - thinking - ah I will wake up once or twice more anyway.
Which I did - with even less motivation - see dream-content..

This is so silly - I know, it would have been easy to at least get that far as last time once more - that only took like 2 min. lying still and vibrations and optics came.

This is my first DILD experience that I can recall. All my others have been through SP.

I was sitting in my bed and had just opened up a book on lucid dreaming that I've had sitting on my shelf for awhile. I got maybe a page and a half into the book before I fell asleep....
I don't remember the regular dream part much, I was standing on a train platform and I realized that some facts didn't add up. Don't know what now, but it was enough for me to realize I was dreaming and I thought to myself " I COULD wake up now, but I don't really have to" So I began Lucidity and started to walk around a bit, I was in a deserted city street. It wasn't eerie or frightening in any way, just empty. I decided to get a better view and I jumped up and slowly floated above the city and into the clouds, and immediately decided I'd rather just walk around instead. On my way down through the clouds I caught a glimpse of a man walking by in the clouds below me, dressed in a black suit. I thought to myself that he might be another lucid dreamer and that we're all connected on this different plane of consciousness, and then I thought, maybe he had died and was on this level and that all consciousness is different that we normally believe it to be. But then I got closer to the ground and wasn't thinking about the man in black anymore. I was waiting to feel my feet hit the ground but they wouldn't, I was just hovering. I saw an Ipad Air next to me (hooray for random product placement in dreams) and picked it up and there was writing all over it and it turned into pages of paper and I felt them in my hands. I looked up from the pages and at my surroundings; I thought "how boring am I that I just want to stand here and read papers instead of exploring" ...

Thats when my father opened by door and walked in my room. And I was so mad that he woke me from my LD , I was still half sleeping and wasn't able to open my eyes completely but as he walked over to my bed and sat next to my computer i was able to mumble "get out, i'm asleep, leave me alone".. And he got up and left. i never saw his face. And suddenly I let in a huge gulp of air and startled myself fully awake. So I go downstairs to apologize to my dad for being rude to him... and no one was home. AT ALL!

needless to say I walked around the house with a knife and opened every closet while on the phone freaking out to a friend.

Could it be that the mysterious stranger followed me out of my LD?

I've heard of SP monsters following people from SP to LD but not the other way around! I have had other similar encounters where I've gone into SP and my hallucinations were totally boring and simply that people walked into my room to ask me a question, or came in to grab something. But I've never come OUT of a lucid dream and into Sleep Paralysis without having SP in the first place.

Ive recently watched a movie about the area I live in and all the paranormal things that happen here. I think that added to my freak out.

I don't know if this is the right place to post this question, but If anyone happens to see this and has knowledge about SP after lucid dreams or mysterious beings following you out of dreams please fill me in!