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07-16-2013 -- Somehow I am with dad in his truck, driving up and down an air field in between the planes landing. The landing strip is kind of narrow, wide enough to hold the plane body, but the wings extend out over the grass on either side, and it is on that grass strip that we are driving, hence the need to do it in between planes. There are a couple planes that are missing the runway and crashing and burning, and oddly, a plane with the Adobe logo on the tail which is flying around trying to spy on people who might be pirating Adobe products.

Soon I find myself at home with mom. There is a paper kite that was designed and printed out in Illustrator lying on the ground, and we are somehow printing out these odd little plastic ID labels directly from the printer. Very strange stuff.

I have a friend (or perhaps a frenemy) who seems to be developing a new power and can cause their fingers to produce flames. I do the same. As I start to wonder if they can do some of the other things that I can do with my strange dream powers, they hesitantly start to rise in the air and start to fly. I do the same, but a lot more skillfully, because I have been doing it longer. I wonder if they realize this is a dream, like I do, but before I get the chance to ask them, things start to heat up.

More and more people around us are suddenly starting to develop these hero powers, and as we do, we are being approached by government agencies who are threatening us with imprisonment and experimentation if we do not join their particular agencies, and they are getting more and more threatening about it. Things are getting really tense, and the situation is bad enough that Martha Jones calls for the Doctor, even though he only just left her, and thankfully he hears her and returns to help calm the situation down.

Somehow I end up flying above the TARDIS, which has no ceiling, looking down on a wild maze of rooms where I can see all eleven Doctors and dozens of companions running about. It seems that all times are concurrent within the TARDIS. Interesting. Meanwhile, I spot a personally autographed copy of No Coins, Please which was dedicated to the Doctor because at one point he saved Gordon's life, and I just find that to be amazingly cool!

07-19-2013 -- [I don't usually have nightmares, but I sure did, last night. And it was in multi-part. I would wake up, then drift back to sleep and be back in the same dream, with the same root causes, but each time things escalated.] Somehow I went back to work at Hewitt. There were some people there who liked me and wanted to give me another chance, even though I don't have a voice, and so couldn't speak on the phone. Instead they had me doing desk work, processing paperwork or something like that. Even so, some of the bigwigs don't like me.

In the dream I carried around a big backpack filled with books to read (including a large hardcover book with something like six sci-fi/fantasy novels in a series printed small in the big omnibus edition, several bags of balloons, my dream notebook, possibly my notebook computer. Fairly big pile of stuff.) The employer was Hewitt, and most of the people worked on phones in a call center environment, but the building is one I have often dreamed I worked security in, based on the TAMS building in Tustin, with staircases leading upstairs in two separate parts of the building leading to two separate upstairs areas that don't connect. And the huge warehouse area in the middle is far more JC Penney than what the TAMS building had.

Earlier parts are somewhat generic and sketchy, but one part is in an outdoor section, where people are working in cubicals outside, which makes no sense whatsoever. But for some reason I am allowed to set up a small tent to work in when there is room. Unfortunately, the place I usually set up this tent is now overflowing with tables and booths in a kind of job fair, and I am having to look around to try and figure out somewhere to set up my tent, just to come to accept that today there is nowhere I can set it up. This doesn't stop one guy from coming up to me and asking what the heck the tent is about, anyway, and who do I think I am, and why am I allowed this special treatment?

I have to go and sit at my usual cubical, working with the friendly, young, Hispanic guy that I really shared a cubical with at Hewitt, even if after six or seven years I can no longer remember his name. But with the job fair going on, they aren't bringing any of the usual paperwork around, so I don't really have anything to do, and am pretty much wasting the day sitting around and talking. Eventually one of the managers who doesn't like me comes over and gives me an assignment to take something to the other side of the building and deliver it there, and I have no problem in doing so, though I am not too happy with her attitude.

When I come back, I find the delivery was a ruse to get me out of the area so she could gather up my backpack/box, my computer, and anything and everything else of mine that might be in the cubical. This angers me. Not to going through my stuff, that is covered by company policy, and I can see the point of it, but the going behind my stuff behind my back, without even letting me know they are doing it. I realise that some of the bigwigs who don't like me have decided it is time to get rid of me, and are looking for a reason to fire me, but I don't care. To me, this behavior is beyond the pale, and I am ready to quit on the spot because of it, regardless of whether this is giving them just what they want. I ask around to find out just where she works, and I am told she is in the Obamacare department, and am given vague directions to it. Great ... Obamacare ... so this is probably something political. This just gets worse and worse.

As I am searching the building, looking for her desk or office, it seems more like Sears in the Buena Park Mall, in the layout and where the elevators are located. It takes a fair amount of looking, but I eventually find her. She's got all my stuff there and is going through it, and I start grabbing parts of it from her hands and my bag/box, and sorting through the stuff that is mine, and the stuff that belongs to the company, but that I have use of, seperating them out. At the same time I am lecturing her about the sneaky way she went about all this, telling her that if she had just told me they were going to search my stuff and had me present for it, I would not have had any complaints, but this is bullcrap.

Meanwhile, I am pulling bag after bag of balloons out of my bag, and dumping them on her desk. Though it makes no sense, for some reason they have been providing me with balloons, and I am giving them back. Then it turns into bags and bags of potato chips, snack cakes and chocolate that belong to the company, and that I never put there. I have to assume she was putting them in there to frame me, giving her a reason to fire me. I don't give her the chance, as I dump all the stuff on her desk, telling her I quit! She says I can't quit, because she is in the process of firing me, and I tell her too late, I already did. I find an extra check in my bag, and figure if it is my final check, I'll keep it, but it turns out to be somebody else's check, so I toss it on her desk, also.

Now that everything in my bag/back pack is really mine, I gather it all up, and am ready to leave the building, but she orders me to use the warehouse exit, rather than any of the other ways out of the building, and I don't know why. But as I am walking through the warehouse, some of the workers are calling out to me, distracting me, and driving fork lifts and things close to me, and in the process I set down my bag and dodge some stuff, and when I go back to where my bag was, it is gone. I now realize she wanted me to exit through the warehouse so she could have somebody in the warehouse steal my stuff. I don't get why, but I am not happy about it.

[It was about this point that I woke up and fell back asleep for the first time.] I storm back into the office and start trying to find her, but now she is hiding from me, and has made her cubical look almost identical to everybody elses. So I am looking and looking, but having no luck in finding it. I keep asking around for where her cubical is, and a few people try to point me in the right direction, but most are unhelpful, realising that I am on the outs with management, now. Eventually, when I reach the point that I am right next to it, a big worker who looks a lot like Sam on NCIS LA is very insulting, and points me at the cubical I am standing next to, and I am finally able to confront her again.

She denies everything, tries to claim I probably just mislaid my backpack, or maybe didn't even have one to begin with. She says she planned nothing, she doesn't believe me, and that I am just trying to stir up troubles. But a couple of the more honest employees back me up, at least in part. One points out that 'Sam', who is carrying a fantasy anthology, hates reading, and they know they have seen me with that book in my possession for any number of weeks. But she refuses to listen to anything, claiming that, at worst, I misplaced my bag in the warehouse, and am making wild accusations against good people to stir up trouble.

So I am back in the warehouse, looking around for my bag (it is kind of like a huge yellow duffle bag of the style (but not color) that soldiers or seamen use), but now much more of the warehouse staff is against me, and more and more I find myself involved in slightly dangerous near misses with warehouse equipment which is where it shouldn't be. Stuff that isn't really all that dangerous, but kind of threatening, like they are trying to warn me off. But I keep looking around, and one of the guys finally gets angry enough to get more serious. It seems like there are two 'levels' to this warehouse, and he is somehow driving a forklift on the second level. These aren't floors, that would make sense, but not be dangerous. Instead it is like a second level about fifteen feet above the first that is formed from catwalks and the like. Stuff that is there, but isn't super sturdy.

Anyway, there are some racks of pipes, the kind and size that they sometimes install along the street, segments perhaps 12 feet long and about a foot in diameter, and lots of these pipes are stacked up together, and one of them drives a forklift out on to this rack of pipes so that they break out of the rack and start to rain down around me. Worse, the forklift no longer has a sturdy base, so it is plunging down on top of me, as well. While this is not a nightmare yet, it is getting more and more serious, and I end up laying flat on the ground while the forklift comes to a stop about six inches above me. Getting close enough to truly be dangerous!

[Somewhere around here is when I woke up for the second time, then fell back to sleep.] I am soon stalking through the building, looking for the supervisor who started all this again, and she is still hiding, so it takes a lot of time and effort. By this point I am determined I am getting paid for the (at this point turning into two days) time that I am spending looking for my stuff which they have stolen from me. I finally find her and start to berate her about the latest attacks, and she tries to categorically deny everything, saying there is no way such a thing almost happened, just to have one of the employees not under her thumb come up and say "Oh no, so-and-so did dump his forklift down a load of pipes. We were wondering why he had been so stupid," so again, I had witnesses backing me up.

Suddenly she stops for a moment, and seems to remember something. She tells me that the black high school around the corner was off yesterday and is off today, and maybe some of them have seen something, and can help me to find my stuff. She is very insistant that I go ask them about it, and is telling me what to say to them, giving me a quote in a foreign language, though I am not sure if it is in French or Spanish. Anyway, she keeps repeating it over and over again until I actually write it down. About that time, my friend Carl, who neither of us saw standing there, steps out and verbally tears her a new one. He may have even physically attacked her slightly, ranting about what kind of a horrible person was she? I say something like "Let me guess ... what she was telling me to say was a horrible insult that would get me killed if I said it to the students at the school? Did you really think I was dumb enough that I would ask what you told me to, without first getting a trusted translation?"

I explain that I now have actual evidence that she is trying to kill me, waving the paper [in real life, my handwriting, no help, but in the dream it seemed it would work as evidence], and now she is going to be in so much more trouble. I angrily stalk off into the warehouse to continue looking for my bag. Problem is, now she knows she made a mistake, and the kid gloves are off. There are at least three or four of the warehouse workers now trying to kill me, and I am being chased by workers using all kinds of equipment.

When I try to duck into the racks of stuff and climb a little to get out of range, the kinds of cranes that work on ships or airplanes, the elevated ones that move around on two parallel tracks, are being used to chase me around and try to crush my head if I don't stay low enough to be in range of the forklifts. For a good ten or fifteen minutes, I am running around, fleeing for my life as there are constant near misses, screaming for help, but because of the no voice thing, nobody can hear me.

Finally I have made it near the edge of the warehouse, back by where the office area starts again, and pursuit dies off as I run into Carl, who has seen the last little bit of it, and is horrified that they are trying to kill me. That's when I woke for the final time, almost hyperventilating from all the running I'd been doing in the dream.

Yay first DJ entry.

Alright, so, first, me and TF2 Scout and TF2 Engineer were all planning to go to a bookstore. Then suddenly Engie stopped existing for a while and Scout and I were right outside the door of this weird empty building.
We went inside and found that it was a large warehouse type place that for some reason reminded me of a stereotypical grocery store. There was large pile of rubble right inside, on which the Demoman was standing. He was all like, "Meh." then floated up a few feet and disappeared.
Nothing happened for a moment, then the lighting turned pinkish red and giant pairs of bikini-clad, disembodied, glowing, jiggling boobs appeared and Scout and I started spaz dancing. Soon, Engie started existing again when all three of us appeared in the bookstore.
We browsed the aisles for a few minutes, then we were suddenly tiny and running across my bed with my sleeping self in the background. Scout and Engie faded away, leaving me to run on my own. Soon, I reached the edge of my bed. I stood on the edge and did a kamehameha and woke up.

Ever since dropping out University this feeling has been in some of my dreams.

My Landlord was teaching us and it was a 5 week assignment with 4 others looming. I can't learn it because he wouldn't tell me what I needed to know. "What did they have to learn to reach this point? I'm falling behind all you got to do is tell me what we are doing!" It felt like the rest of my life was doomed. No future, Social life 0 due to status... it's like an epithany that doesn't make sense. Did I make the right choice? I wish I'd chosen work experience when I had the option.

These dreams took place over the course of the last week.
Recall has fluctuated a lot.
L.K means the K-th dream on day L.

1.1
I am sitting in my high school AP Gov class, debating a book's usage of a Ben Franklin quote. I don't remember the quote itself. Maybe the exact quote was never actually in the dream, but only the concept that a Ben Franklin quote was just read aloud. I said that the usage couldn't have been what Franklin intended, since "America's founding was based on Athenian democracy." I asked the teacher, who was the one who actually taught my class in real life, "So is this story supposed to be post-present? Then why is the government fascist?" (In retrospect, none of this sounds anything like the AP Gov curriculum, nor does it sound like an even remotely intelligent discussion.) Friend AF was there too, but didn't say much.

1.2
Kinda related to dream 1.1. Was it the last day of classes for that year? My classmates and I had been sent off to buy party food at the local market. (The one where we'd occasionally buy lunch.) I was supposed to get frozen deserts: ice cream and popsicles. The popsicle flavors were unusual: lime, coconut, oreo (what the heck?). I was buying vanilla ones, as directed. (They seemed like creamsicles really.) It seemed like I'd been sent on the trip by my AP Gov teacher, but also by my math teacher. But it seemed like only one was doing anything like throwing a celebration in class. It was either/or, but my dreamstate was logically foggy enough to tolerate the potential contradiction there.

2.1
A dream on a beach. Grey sky, 30 degree sloping sand. I am with my dog, but a big black and white dog (a Border Collie, maybe?) is chasing us. (It looks very similar to a black and white dog I painted as a kid, though I didn't realize this until I woke up.) I have to push the dog out of the way; my palm redirects his snout away from my smaller dog. Oddly enough, when I looked back over at my dog, her snout looked shorter, and was a bit upturned. She looks vaguely princess-y, which doesn't suit her at all.

2.2
Another dream, in a watery world with lots of greenery. There is a big lake full of 20-foot diameter lily pads, and a bunch of stilt houses. In the distance there are mustard-yellow sand dunes and palm trees. I recall very little of what happened. It sort of seemed like part of a movie I was watching, and sort of like a video game. I eventually seemed to fight some boss battle against a creature resembling the Omega Pirate from Metroid Prime.

2.3
Another dream. Vaguely Harry Potter-like. (Similarities with the Gringots transportation system, the Ministry of Magic's toilet entrance, and Hermione Granger.) Me, Emma Watson, and some other random people enter a public bathroom in the subway station. The florescent lights are out, save for one, so it's pretty dark. The walls are made of cinder blocks and concrete. We all step into the wheelchair-accessible stall, where there's an fancy old-fashioned steel-cage elevator. We all get in. Emma Watson presses a button to take us all back to "the apartment." (Do we live together?) The elevator goes up, slides along the high ceiling, through a ventilation shaft whose opening is oriented perpendicular to the ground. The elevator exits the ventalation system. We turn right, and right again, and hover above an empty stall in a different subway station bathroom. The elevator plunges through the floor, and drops me and Emma Watson off in a stairwell.

The stairwell resembles the one in Eddy Morra's chinatown apartment (from the movie Limitless). The main difference is the stairs go up the opposite direction; the torque of the stairs is downwards in the movie, but upwards in my dream. Additionally, there's a large window situated to the right of the stair steps we've been dropped off at. Outside the window is a street, and across the street is some random inner-city shops, grey sky, trees with waxy circular leaves and light-grey bark. I am about to open the front door, but I hear shouting and furniture banging around. I knock on the door. A bullet whizzes past me, from through the door. I move to the right side of the door, back near the window. I jiggle the door handle, so that whoever is doing the shooting will think I'm still there, and will waste bullets. He shoots so many holes through the door that one could easily push a big chunk of the wood from the door right through. I wait silently. The shooter approaches the door, and pushes a big portion of the door's wood through. Just what I thought would happen.

The shooter sticks his head out. It's Tracy Morgan. (Lolwut?) He sees us and tries to shoot. I push Emma Watson out of the way, and move in front of the door. He'll have to turn his gun, a silver six-shooter, about 90 degrees in order to shoot me. But I won't let that happen. I grab his hand with my right hand, and the muzzle of his gun with my left. His wrist strength against two arms? No way. I turn the gun on him, and blast his brains out. Geez.

Anyway, I open the door, and walk in. The place is poorly lit, but there's light creeping in from the dusty horizontal blinds on the windows. My parents are inside; my Mom is at the narrow end of a ceramic table with tiles embedded in it, and my Dad is sitting in the middle of the long side, with his chair turned to face the TV. They seem unaware of the whole Tracy Morgan incident that just took place. They tell me they're about to watch a movie, and ask if I'd like to join them. I ask what they'll watch. I begin reading the decription on the DVD envelope. It's not that great-sounding. I hesitate, and ask if we can watch the movie from dream 2.3. (I didn't ask verbally though. It seemed more like telepathy.) My Dad points out that Natalie Portman is in this movie. I decide to watch it. I sit on the light-beige carpeted floor, leaving against an unoccupied grey couch behind me. In the movie, Natalie Portman has shoulder-length lavender colored hair, but I hardly found it unusual, (nor should I, necessarily) since "it's just a movie."

After the movie ends, I get up and go to the fridge. There are shrunken heads inside, in glass jars. They're marinading in something. I freak out, and wake up.

3.1
I go to a shop with beige walls, with depth about 100 feet, and width about 20 feet. The far end of the otherwise barren room has a sloped refrigerating shelf, (kinda like the place in Starbucks where bottled drinks are, but much steeper angle and many more levels). The shelf is taller than I am. There are lots of elixirs and nootropic beverages on the shelf. I pick out a JustChill which has a greenish color in place of the customary blue. I also buy a second drink, whose details I don't remember or maybe never dreamed up.

I head to my Dad's office, which seems to be in the Physics research building on campus. Huh. His office is long but not deep. About 30 feet wide, 7 feet deep. There are two windows, each with has black horizontal metal window shades. A yellowish light radiates from from the ceiling, onto beige walls and a chevron-shaped desk, made of glued together bits of recycled-wood. It's nestled into into the corner. I tell him "these drinks are great for focus," and that "they even have blueberry flavor," although that isn't the flavor I bought. He thanks me for telling him, but declines to try one.

4.1
I am in a girl's dorm room. The room has royal blue walls, and a 2 foot wide square window, across from the door. Between the door and the window is a desk of opaque tempered glass, like the one in my room. I'm sitting sideways in her swivel chair. Outside the window is the top of a tree, and the pale grey sky.

The girl has red hair, green eyes, a blue sweater, and a pink skirt. God she's cute. The rest is R-rated.

5.1
At an odd sort of apartment, where the wooden stairs come up to a wall, without there being a platform to stand on before getting to the wall. It kinda resembles Friend NH's place. Running parallel with the stairs' horizontal component is a hallway, with yellow wood floors, and white walls. Friend MZ has let me in, and I ask why he hadn't collected rent the money I send him a while ago. He gives an unintelligible answer, and I ask if it needs to be a paper check. He says no, and as he does so, he turns into Friend LM, but with an egg-shaped head. What the heck? He directs me to go down the hallway. He opens a white door full of glass windows. I see Friend MP inside the sun room, which has olive-colored shades covering the windows, and light creeping in through the edges. He raises a drink in greeting.

My alarm goes off, I wake up.

6.1
More border collies. A recurring dream? The context seemed a bit different. All I remember is that black and white dog from dream 2.1.

Dream of Thursday 18th - Friday 19th July 2013

I was in my room, in the exact same position how I fell asleep. I felt very weak and immediately had this vague feeling of fear, a realisation that something was wrong.
My little brother, my mother and my father (the latter being dead in real life) walked in my room through the doorway (which was in a different position than in reality). Because of the light of the hallway, I could only see their silhouettes. My little brother walked towards me and said: "I'm going to school. Hug?"
Something was wrong. I tried talking, which was very difficult. Which huge effort I was able to say: "J...., I don't want a hug right now. Okay?"
My little brother answered: "Okay", and just disappeared, and so did my mother and father. I didn't want him to be sad, so I said a little louder: "But have fun on school, alright?" No answer. I wondered if it was sufficient to make him happy again.

Then... A hand appeared on the edge of my bed, the palm directed towards the ceiling. The hand was softly moving, gesturing: "More."
Immediately I realise it's the monster and that I'm dreaming. (LUCIDITY)
I try to manipulate my dream and do something funny, so that I'll feel less afraid. I decide to put cake in her hand. Normal cake will be difficult because it's so light-coloured, but against the dark background of my room chocolate cake shouldn't be too hard. So I snap my fingers and make cake appear on her hand. I say: "Chocolate cake, bitch, mmmmm."
The hand disappears under the bed for 1 second, and the monsters says: "Mmmmm", on the exact same tone I had and with my voice. But the next second she's already there again. Waves of fear radiate out of my body. She stands up, and I become even more afraid... But curious as well. Maybe I'll finally be able to see her face, which never happened before. But where her head was supposed to be, there's only some indistinct blur.
Her clothing is very clear and very detailed: I can see that she wears a red schoolskirt, and a black vest. Her legs are not made out of grey and dead flesh, like usual, but are alive and healthy.
She climbs into my bed and desparatly I try to control my fear. She hums a weird tune as she crawls towards me. Right when I think that my fear is gone and my mind is empty, she says in English (not my first language):
"See, you, I'm still drowning." She violently bites the side of my waist and then the dream is over.



Nearly got a freaking heart attack when I woke up, realised I was awake, and still heard the humming tune. It appeared to be a chainsaw of somebody in my street who was sawing a tree. So the humming is not really relevant.
New things: she wasn't dead. This was a very, very alive monster.
Crawling into my bed and biting happened before, though.

Any thoughts?

PS: very angry that I didn't come up with anything better than chocolate cake. Wise lesson learnt this night: food doesn't solve problems.
PPS: I don't count this nightmare as lucid, because I'm always lucid in these nightmares.

I did a WBTB waking up at 4 am and took some vitamin B6 200 mg.
I was using an induction in the form of audio, something my dad gave me.Suddenly I was in another dream in my room. I tried getting up but it felt like I was being held down. I tried too hard and woke up back in the other dream.mi went back in and was still in my bed, this time I could move with difficulty. I got out of bed staggering around, and looked out the window, which was changing size back and forth. I tried to push through it but I couldn't. I decided to think the way CL does and thought "It's not there" I jumped through and my dream became so crisp I thought I woke up. When I was out the window I realized I had just jumped through the window screen that blocks bugs. I started to freak out cause I was in the air and didn't want to fall. I started to try swimming which worked, it also got the screen off of me. Once I realized I was flying, I decided to try and fly without swimming. I was thinking about it then I decided to throw myself forward. I started to zoom around the neighborhood which looked like a mix between an ancient city, and a modern one. I went to some walls with holes in them, like giant holes. I decided I wanted to try the TOTY which is the Egypt one. So I said "Through this hole are the pyramids." As I was about to fly through it, I saw a DC she was pretty fat wearing lavender clothes. I decided to do the TOTM, and hugged her. She got creeped out and pushed me away, (turned down by a fat chick ) The dream ends there.

Many years ago, as a child, I remember dreaming one night, I thought to myself that what I was seeing was very strange. I don't quite recall what I was dreaming, it's just the feeling I got. I kept thinking and at some point came to the conclusion that I had to be in a dream. When I woke up I told everybody that, while dreaming, I realised it was a dream. My parents told me that was impossible.

Back then I knew nothing about lucid dreaming. It was only just recently that I started reading about it and somewhere I read kids become lucid more easily than adults. That explained a big deal.

This is not by any means a recent dream.
I just want to register it in my DJ.
I'm not really sure when it happened, but I'm guessing at least 15 years ago.
It was one of the most vivid dreams I had. It was a non Lucid. I'm not sure if at some point I had a bit of control.

It started, (I'm not really sure how to explain it because it's a really visual thing) with two anime or video game guys going all-in at each other in a square pit with a suspended platform on the middle. This was literally in a video game. One of them (not sure if Goku or Ken from Street Fighter) threw a monstrous fireball to the other and exploded the whole thing.
Suddenly I was in a Vietman type jungle.
The explosion turned real and blew some tree houses.
I was watching the whole thing at a distance from a high platform kinda thing with some friends. I only remember one of them. I'm calling him SG.
We were all quiet watching when, in a very sirious and worried tone, SG turned to me and said (I will never forget his words) - "Don't tell anyone that you're Superman"
As soon as he said it I instantly got teleported to the street where at that time i lived in.
At this point I'm realizing I'm Superman, but somehow I'm feeling really really afraid (sissi me ).
At that time there was a bakery there.
In front of it there was a small stage for a concert. It had some music gear there, Drums, guitars, etc. I remember some croud.
I started to run. There's someone chasing me. At one point I see him, but I can't really see his face. It's blurry.
I use the stage to runaway from this guy when I think - Wait, I'm Superman, this is stupid. I'm going to fly away. When I try to fly I just can't... Nothing happens.
Then the guy (i think it's a guy) that's chasing me says: "You can't fly because you don't have anything in your hand."
I'm thinking, what does that even mean?!?!
I continue to run. I'm going up on the street and as I turn left I grab a little stone from the floor and keep it in my hand.
I run towards a littlle concrete tank next to this house where my Grandmother lived.
I decided that I'm going to use the tank as a lever for flying away from there. Since I have the stone I sould be able to fly now
So I'm running and used it as a lever, and in the second after I started to fly the guy grabbed my leg and I woke up.

All kinds of new stuff here. First of all, due to some recent family tragedies and issues, I was up until 5:30am. I woke up at 6am, then again at some point, then again at noon. This time when I went back to sleep, I was drifting off and watching some swirly images on the back of my eyelids. I thought to myself, "If I have a lucid dream now, I don't even want to attempt any goals or anything, just a hookup." I felt so mentally and emotionally exhausted, that I didn't even like the idea of any tasks. This has happened to me a few times, happen to any of y'all? Anyway, the swirly images took me straight into a dream then right back out, but the images now looked like my dog Daisy's nose lol. So I just focused on this snout, because somehow it anchored me right into a dream. NO vibrations.. a first for me.

But like my usual WILDs, I started out in my bed. For some reason I didn't try to take anything carefully or slowly like I usually do, I was just in kind of an IDC mode. I just sped to the bedroom door, almost tripping over the entangled blankets. I got to the door and I thought I about lost the dream, because my heart was racing, and I was breathing hard. I really felt it. Everything went kinda "Wom wom wom wom wom" for a moment, but I held on, and I didn't wake up after all. I left the room and went down the hall, already set on finding a hot chick (yes I'm aware I have a problem, or I'm half gay or idk what). The hall opened into the living room and there was an older woman and a young guy I think. I walked up to them (completely aware that I was female at this point btw, because I remember feeling a little awkward that I could see my long hair all strewn about my face, yet I was about to ask them something that a guy should be asking), and asked, "Hey, where's that hot chick who lives here?" [Notice I didn't ask "IF" there was a hot chick here, I asked straight up "WHERE" she was ] The older woman pointed to another room. It was a sunny room with a bay window. The first object I saw in the room was a baby grand piano, and a pretty lady was playing the piano. She was wearing a red turtleneck sweater, and a short skirt. She looked half hispanic, with a really nice layered hairdo. I walked up to her and she smiled at me, and I noticed one of her teeth was slightly crooked, but in a cute way. I just said, "hey baby" and grabbed her , lifted her off the piano bench and tried to kiss her. She didn't want to at first, but then I was like "Come onnnnnn" [my dream, my woman]. I kissed her and she let me this time. A few heated moments of frenching and kissing her neck (I like doing that, maybe it's because i like MY neck being kissed irl?? And I think as a guy, I can do it better than guys irl hahahaha, sorry boys). I transformed into a guy without even trying this time. There was a mirror on the wall by the piano, and I caught my reflection in the corner of my eye in between kisses (I keep my eyes open the whoooole time by the way, just in case of lost lucidity), and I had short hair like a guy. Plus I noticed something happening downstairs So predictable. I I pulled down my jeans and sat on the piano bench. I lifted her skirt and sat her on my lap. Then ... same ol' same ol'. Felt gooood though. No wonder men are such hornballs. At one point (and this is weird), I put my hands under her shirt while we were at it, but she didn't have a bra, and hardly any boobs. Which felt like I was in danger of getting turned off, so I just massaged her chest until boobs started to grow right under my hands. Really interesting sensation. We did it for maybe 15 seconds but I woke up just when I was about to finish. Oh well.

Didn't get her name either I'm such a jackass.

Dream 1

I'm with my friend K and apparently we're by a river. I know there are things swimming in this river, but I never see the river. I'm perfectly aware that we're in a dimly lit garage? We're talking about grafting toes. She then tells me she has a four page bible on her underwear.

Dream 2 ~ Almost a deild?

I'm walking through school carrying the biggest stack of cards I can fit in one hand. My arm is flexed from trying to hold them all. I'm on my way to English class, and my friend, A, gets there just before I do. I smile but she doesn't look at me or keep the door open after walking through. As she walks, I really notice her blonde hair; it's more textured than usual, but just as shiny and beautiful. After I look away from her hair, I notice the project screen; it says something about meatballs. I don't know where to sit, but thankfully there are green seating carts on each desk. Examining one. I find that I sit in the back left with two empty seats on either side. Slightly disappointed, I start to make my way to my seat, but the teacher stops me. She says she'll take my cards, and she does, but she doesn't take them all. I start to tell her I have more but then...

I wake up. But I haven't opened my eyes or move, so I immediately recall my dream and then try to imagine myself back in that room, talking to that teacher. I have her say "This is a dream. You are dreaming." As she says this, I feel vibrations and I feel as if I'm being 'sucked into' the dream. And then.. nothing. I open my eyes and am still in bed.
This was my first serious deild attempt. Could I have been at the end of my rem cycle? Any ideas?

This is from a few years ago but it's one of my first and most vivid lucid dreams so I figured it'd make for a good first entry.
[Non-Lucid / Lucid]

The dream started out in a grocery store, I was putting on masks and going up to the manager pretending to be other employees so I could pick up their checks, for some reason wearing a mask of a person made me look just like that person. I got a couple checks before someone realized what I was doing, I think it was because they saw me remove one mask and put on another, they started chasing me through the store, I got out of the store and the person chasing me disappeared. I ran out into the parking lot and it looked like the Kroger (a grocery store) I used to live by, after I got out to the lot I instantly realized I was dreaming. It was the middle of fall and I started walking down the sidewalk by the road, I don't remember seeing any cars on the road or any people along the sidewalk. After a little while of walking I realized there was a girl around my age with long black hair walking beside me, neither of us were surprised when we noticed the other so we just kept walking together. Eventually we just started talking about random stuff, just a bit of small talk, at one point we instantly went from walking along the sidewalk to sitting at the top of some bleachers that were on the side of the road facing the street, for some reason everything around us was flooded, including some of the lower seats of the bleachers. We were watching cars and other stuff float by and laughing about some of the things we saw pass. After a little while we were instantly back walking down the street again (the water was gone) and we continued talking, things were changing as we walked, seasons were passing, leaves were falling and being blown around the sidewalk and random objects were appearing and disappearing all over the place around us but we ignored it, we eventually came up to a house that looked like the one from the Simpsons, I knew in the dream that it was "my house" though. We stopped in front of it and she turned to me and said "It's too bad I'm asleep." which really surprised me, I said I was sleeping too and she seemed a bit surprised, I tried to write down my phone number to hand to her but I kept having trouble, I could tell I was close to waking up and the numbers kept were moving and changing as I wrote, I did my best and handed it to her. I walked inside and a bunch of characters from the Simpsons were in the middle of something big in crazy in the living room, they called after me but I kept going, I went up the stairs directly in front of the door I entered from. I went up to "my room" and stood there for a second before looking up and noticing a large hole in the ceiling with light shining through, I looked at it for a second and a piece of paper slowly floated down and landed in my hand, it had a phone number and the words call me on it, after reading it I immediately woke up.

Unfortunately I couldn't remember more then half the number after waking up.

Some long, interesting and weird dreams today, though sadly couldn't recall much of first one, but the recall of second one was very detailed.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was browsing some suggestion forum game about dragons and then was talking with someone about dragon colors and types.

Dream 2:

I was in some video game and i was on some ship/floating base. There was a commander and some scientist/engineer dude, we were discussing missions and stuff, then in one of rooms there was mission menu items in which i selected by shooting it from a pistol.
I wend to one mission target of which was apparently to land on the beach, and along with some other people assault the enemy base. In that mission i used some vehicles including tanks and eventually was successful.
I returned to the ship/floating base and there was some more talk, engineer/scientist dude explained about leveling weapons and that weapons upgrade themselves upon reaching certain level then i had a choice between doing several missions, there was one mission that commander was suggesting, one suggested by scientist/engineer and one by someone from special forces according to screen. I went for commander mission.
At the start of mission i had to go through some platformer level, it was kinda hedge maze with weird gravity shenanigans and i had to navigate from block to block while dodging spikes, spiked maces and lasers, but mostly spikes. It was pretty hard. Eventually i got through and there was some kind of base where i had to fight some enemies, one of my shotgun weapons got an upgrade during the fight. After base there was some dock-like place where i joined up with scientist/engineer dude and we started an assault on the last enemy building, which was a wooden structure of some kind. On the way i found an low-leveled flamethrower and decided to keep it in selected weapons for leveling, during an assault i was able to literally dodge bullets pretty easily while scientist/enginner was shooting enemies, though one of last shotgun enemies managed to hit me a couple of times, on which scientist/engineer commented in some way.
Done with the mission we returned to the ship/floating base, and i figured the game was getting close to the end since there were only a few more missions left. After checking weapons i decided to check the special forces quest and then some military women with name Tanya(Possibly inspired by C&C Red Alert game series) appeared and explained the objective, though i haven't accepted it yet and decided to wait and finish some stuff on base first.
I was doing some stuff on base and at some point a cutscene started, i was now viewing from the perspective of scientist/engineer as he was entering some room with the commander, it was dark with mostly dark-red coloring and there was some machine in the middle of the room. According to commander it was supposed to do something with keycard management and scientist/engineer needs to put hand into one of machine's holes to get access to something. He does so, but at the right time takes the hand out, some blade briefly appears in the hole so apparently all of this was a trap. He argues about it with commander and commander takes out a couple of objects that looked like hybrid of vaccine and blade, double wielding them. Commander attacks engineer/scientist with them, aiming for the hands, he dodges a few times but eventually slices through his hands with them(I actually felt pain from that due to viewing from his perspective). His hands now are all in blood and that hit injected him with some nanorobots that let commander control him. Cutscene ends.
I started search for some things around and eventually found some cave-like place, dark with red lights. There were some cloaked people who were giving side quests, mostly requiring using certain amount of science resource for something, one was requiring 7433 science for some antidote from some disease but i was not interested in side quests anyways. I was searching for something else.
Eventually while going through some of base corridors i found a very dark room. It was full of zombified people which were just standing around, and also there was some being that called itself 'The Darkness'. It was hungry and i had to fight it for a bit, but after a while it calmed down and explained that it needed souls and flesh, i decided to help it.
I wend back to the mission selection room and scientist/engineer was here, he had bloody hands and high pitched voice, i asked what happened and he said that everything is ok, and then i activated the special forces mission. On the mission i was in some city, on roofs, and i had to snipe some enemies along with Tanya. I was getting more upgrades and useful items during it as well as silently gathering souls and stuff for The Darkness.
Done with mission, i noticed that there was only one mission left, final one. I went to The Darkness room and gave it souls, then i grabbed dead body from my inventory and took out it's skin in seconds turning it into small flesh ball. The Darkness is hungry again, loses control and activates another boss battle, this time more complex and perspective switches to top down, shmup-like. The Darkness transforms into some green crystal and starts firing projectiles, which i dodge while firing back./ Soon it switches to phase 2 of fight, which spawns crystal options that fire huge green plasma beams that can reflect from some walls. I dodge for a while and then switch to different weapon, which creates forcefield that reflects lasers back. It does enough damage to activate phase 3 of the fight, The Darkness transforms into some black cloud and starts moving around like crazy, spamming shadow projectiles and knocking down zombies in the room, it screams some gibberish and about being hungry. It was hard but i dodge, soon the phase times out and The Darkness stabilizes itself, it turns into a child girl. I give it/her flesh ball that i made earlier and she says that only one thing left now to get, the Earth's soul. I ask if she/it is sure that it/she can keep itself stable now. It/she says that it/she will wait now, as much as needed. I go out of the room and dream ends.

Angel Falls!! Finally on the scoreboard for Task of the Year!

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #119: Angel Falls

Wife and I are driving in a car through a field. Somehow, we believe that we're experiencing her brother's future and what will become of his life. The mood is relaxed and exploratory -- we're journeying with of a sense of curiosity rather than concern or foreboding.

I veer off on a path that goes to the left. "Not that way! The zoo is this way!" Wife grabs the wheel and yanks it back so that we're going straight once more. We follow this dirt path for a while before emerging onto a suburban street.

Somehow we're now pushing a big lawnmower rather than driving a car. The left side of the street is taken up by an angry-looking giant while the right side is littered with "doggy clean-up bags" that are filled with poop. Wife thinks that we should steer toward the poop bags and I think we should head for the giant because the poop will be too gross on the lawnmower wheels. We're not sure what to do, and as I examine the situation, I realize that this has to be a dream.

I'm slightly unclear on what happens from here, but I know that I was lucid for a good while, flew, found our 4-year-old son "E", and lost lucidity. Much later I'm walking through a train station with E when I remember how recently I was dreaming and realize that I still am. "[E]", I say, "I'm dreaming."

"That's a lucid dream!" he responds, and hops a little bit.

"That's right, buddy," I tell him. "Come with me outside. Remember that you can do everything that I can do." (I'm speaking to E, but mostly trying to remind myself.) I'm holding E's hand, and together we start flying toward the exit. A few DCs glance at us as we fly, but most ignore us. For no reason in particular, my flight momentum cuts out, but I focus on the street outside, thinking, We're out there now.

Now we're moving through the air again. I hear a DC shout "No!" and a hand grabs my ankle. For a moment this slows us down, but I think Bullshit, we're flying just fine... and right away we're moving perfectly again.

We land outside on a peaceful street scene. It's cobblestoned with no cars, just pedestrians. A river runs through the center of the road, running past the obelisk of a town square on our right, flowing toward a bay that's on our left. We follow the river, which grows broader and flows under a bridge before ultimately joining the bay. I decide that this river is perfect. This is the place where Angel Falls will be.

I turn back toward the distant town square and shout to the crowd: "This is Angel Falls! It's right here at the end of this river." And I unironically add, "Watch meee!"

From behind me I hear the thundering of a massive waterfall. Now when I look back toward the bay, everything looks strange. The original river is standing still, almost like time has stopped. But now there's a second, wilder river running right beside it. The bay has dropped completely out of sight, like we're at the top of a mesa. E and I fly over the calm river toward this new river and I can see it -- the top of an enormous waterfall! This is it!



I land close to the waterfall, realize that I'm no longer holding E's hand, and look for him. I want him to come with me, but I won't wait long. I'm too desperate to complete this task! Fortunately he's just behind me. "[E], hurry!" I tell him. "We're going over this waterfall!" He doesn't hesitate, scurrying up to the waterfall and leaping off in a clumsy-looking froggy posture. I plunge over the side, just behind him.

I'm freefalling now, soaked and yelling with excitement. I'm speeding toward a vast, green valley below me. I make no attempt to control my descent, move, or do anything apart from enjoy the sensation of falling through this curtain of water.

Suddenly I hit a pool of water below and instantly enter the void. I can still feel water all around me and for a moment I think about trying to reemerge. But no -- I did what I wanted to do. Time to wake up.

So I was watching a horror/thriller film. The story was about a man who murdered his girlfriend. Supposedly he had only done so after cheating on her, then shot her with a bow and arrow multiple times to kill her.
About a month later, this man got contacted by a corporation, and invited to a meeting. When he arrived at their corporate headquarters, he learned that the company was actually run by supernatural beings who looked to make humans better as a species.

He got assigned to work with this woman who was for the company. She looked a bit strange, having curly blonde hair, and wearing a TON of makeup so that she looked like a living doll. The woman explained that the company would somehow work to make this man a better person by killing him over and over, and bringing him back to life.
I got to see the man's deaths like a montage. I can remember him being decapitated, suffocated, stabbed, shot, cut apart by lasers, poisoned, etc. All of the deaths took place in unique locations that were fitting with how the man was actually killed. Somehow, all of these unique looking areas fit inside the corporate office building.
The woman, even though she was "evil" in the fact that she was killing this man over and over, decided that for the last death of the day would be quick and painless. She had the man sit down, and cut his head off with a woodcutters axe in one swing.
After the last death was over, the man was really losing it. He told the woman that this was no fair, because he thought that the woman had never experienced quite how horrible it was to die. The woman acknowledged him and said that she had never experienced death. The man made a deal with her, that he would allow her to kill him one more time. Then, the man would get to kill the woman one time. Then, the man's time at the company would be over. The woman agreed to the deal.
The man willingly drove back to the company the next day. The man asked if for his one death he could have his head cut off with the axe again, because it was quick and painless. The woman told him that they got rid of that death from their company because it was too easy on people.
Instead of an actual death, the man would experience what it was like to be a single-celled organism. In order to do this, they hooked the man up to some kind of VR simulator. As soon as I did, the dream lost track of characters, I was suddenly the man who we have been following in this story.
I got to experience being a single celled organism. It was kind-of like being a big green blob drifting on a wind current. Though uncomfortable, it was not necessarily painful in any way. I ran into some other organisms but I couldn't absorb them or anything.
Eventually the simulation ended, and I was back in my own body (not the body of the man from the story, my own body) and the dream took on a whole new story. Now, I was in this very surreal mountian looking area with a massive waterfall and all of these temples on either side of a large canyon, connected by rope bridges.

Spoiler for A very poorly drawn temple valley:

There were a large group of kids all wearing karate uniforms. I was working with some other adults to give the kids a tour of all the temples. Supposedly all of the kids were martial arts students who were supposed to be uncovering ancient wisdom by exploring the temples.
But I had gotten split from my group. When I found out I was with the wrong group, I looked at my belt (I was wearing a karate uniform too) I was a green belt. That meant I was supposed to be with all the other kids who were green belts.
I could see them way in the distance. They were at the last temple that was on a small rock that was actually an island in the river, just before the river went over the waterfall. I began making my way along the rope bridges to the group, but eventually I came across this small mountain on the side of the gorge.
The mountain was entirely frozen over. It it looked almost like water had erupted out of the top of the mountain like a volcano, then the water had frozen. The ice had formed frozen steps, small pools of water that had frozen.
I tenaciously climbed the mountian, and when I reached the top, I was disappointed to find that the ice had a yin-yang symbol under it. The ice was darker in some spots than others, and it made a yin yang.

Anyways, I had much more difficulty climbing down. I tried to use the ice-steps, but they were very slippery. Eventually I made my way down to a small section of pathway where a couple of the rope bridges met.
Then I noticed the woman from the death company was standing there. She started talking about how nobody should try to escape the death company until their punishment was complete.
"We had a deal!" I exclaimed.
("We" as in her and me, because at some point I had gotten mixed up with the young man from the other story. I'm just as confused as you are. )
Then I realized the woman had played a trick. The specific deal was that she could only kill "me" one more time. But in the amoeba simulation, she hadn't killed me. So that was her trick, she was going to simply torture me and never kill me so that our deal would never go through.
But then I remembered, the story with the woman and the death company was just a movie, and if I wanted it to go away, I just had to stop watching the movie. (Even thought the "movie" was "real life" now.) I began saying to myself that the woman and the death company were not real.
I woke up.