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So this is my first nightmare I had. My bf and I were down in the basement in my dads den watching tv. Now as a normal teenage girl, if somebody rubs my arm I WILL fall asleep in a matter of 2 minutes. And I did and he eventually fell asleep too. Now this is where things get weird..


It was a dim lit hallway. It had no ending so it seemed. I looked around me and saw nothing but the walls and some light. I saw him, standing there. I was happy because I wasnt alone and I knew he would protect me. I ran to him but slowed and slowly approached him. I looked down to see both his wrists were cut, and bleeding. He looked at me with sorry eyes, and a tear fell from his blue eyes and whispered to me, "I'm sorry..." and turned and walked away. I started to cry and ran after him but he just kept walking. It seemed like a glass wall or an invisible wall seperated us. I tried escaping it but no use. He continued to walk down the no end hallway and soon faded off. I pounded on the wall and screamed and cried but nothing changed. He never came back. I soon heard a loud bang and a scream. I stopped wailing and soon saw a face come up close to the glass wall and awoke in fear. I jumped so high that i scared him too. I asked how i was and he said that my breathing was unsteady and that my chest went out very far that thats when he knew something was wrong but he didnt want to wake me. I started crying and layed my head on his chest, curled into a ball and wrapped my arms tight around him never wanting to let go because i felt safe, knowing he was actually there. Untouched and not hurt. This soon became a re-occuring dream for the both of us. Twas a true terror I would never want to experience or witness ever again.

So I finally had my first lucid dream, but this didn't happen last night. This happened December 29th.

As soon as the dream came into view, it automatically came to me; I was in a dream. I looked at my surroundings: I was in a grey building and I had a pistol I was holding, but I viewed everything like a first person shooter. The first thing that came to my mind was that if I'm in a first person shooter, there might be other people in the building that might want to shoot me! So, the first thing I looked for was a doorway that led me out of the building. As I was looking for the way out, I came into a classroom that had a bunch of people from my school, but they all looked like they were mad at me for some reason. I just walked through them, when I saw the exit door. As I go towards it, some girl trips me...so I punched her in the face. Then were boyfriend got up, and I just shoved him. "This is stupid," I said to myself. Before I opened the door, I thought to myself there will be a town behind this door. Sure enough, there was a town that looked like a map out of Modern Warfare 2. First attempt at controlling something: successful.

I walk down the sidewalk and I see a few strange things, like a couple sitting at a table with a bunch of baby dragons jumping around them, giant air waver things on the ceilings of buildings (like the ones you see for advertisement), etc. Anyway, as I go down some ally I come to this opening with a fireplace in front of me. I look at the sky and think I wonder if I can make myself fly. I flew off the ground a little bit, about 12 ft, but then I fell back down. Well that won't work. I turn around to go back, but then I see my Uncle Anthony sleeping on the steps of the ally. I ask him why he is sleeping there, and he just told me that he was tired. Well, apparently his head was next to ANOTHER fireplace, and his head caught on fire. I find some oven mitt and try to pat out his head, but it made the oven mitt catch on fire. Then my Uncle Paul comes from the ally and says, "I'll take care of this." I guess the only reason that he was in my dream is because I was working for him that week. I look around and get an awesome idea. "Wait, I got it!" I said to him. I look at all the fire in the ally area, take a deep breath, and then "WARGLFLARBGARL!" I start shooting a bunch of water out of my mouth and extinguish the fire, only it wasn't a steady stream of water, it was more like a wavy stream. Once everything was extinguished, my Uncle Paul looks at me and says,"Now that's a way to put out a fire...in a disgusting way." I kinda laugh to myself, and then I woke up.

I dream't I was travelling to the airport with my sister and her children. I stopped by a supermarket to collect some cider.

I then proceeded to the car park where we had parked the car; it was next to a large swampy pool of water. On the edge of the swampy puddle was a pair of giant spiders, that had some features of a crab (like a crusty head and armoured legs). They were completely still, my sister said something I can't quite remember what and the spider on the right started to move and get up from its slumber it. Before now I had not properly realised what it was. Then it suddenly leaped toward me with fangs out. Just as it got half a meter away from me and it froze mid lunge, I could see it's fangs directed toward my leg.

I am not certain but I think that this shocked me so much that I stopped it from happening. I then woke up realising that I had frozen it because it was just a dream.

Feel free to comment your interpretations.

Jan 10, 2013

Dream:

It's in the middle of the night, I'm standing in the kitchin and it's dark outside while the light is on inside so I can pretty much just see the reflection of myself when I look out the window. I think I'm on my way to the bathroom or going to grab some food from the fridge (I've walked this exact route so many times I can actually walk it with closed eyes, tried and tested).
As I'm walking I get this feeling, like someone is watching me, so I look out the windows and I see a dark silhuet standing just outside, but I can't see it properly so I switch off the lights and look out the window again. As I look into two tiny black demon like eyes my heart starts beating faster and I'm having a hard time breathing. I'm struck by a loud high pitched noice. It's so loud that I'm deafened by it and I'm literally paralyzed for what feels like an eternity but in reality was more like seconds. My eyes are locked with the eyes of this creature. It feels like I'm getting drawn into the bottomless void that is it's eyes and I'm filled with stress and anxiety. It's as if I'm about to burst.
But then with a snap of the fingers I'm freed from it's grasp as it turns away from me and start walking. My angst is instantly relieved to some extent and I can move again though with great effort as my body is still weary and I have to lean against the kitchen table to remain on my feet.
The entety has seems to have grown smaller only about a few feet high and it seems confused or panicy like it is just as afraid of me as I am of it. It doesn't move in a straight line and it moves weird. It seems as if it can't bend his legs and it's arms are stiff down the sides. The way it moves actually resemble the way a penguin would move. A vicious demon penguin of evil anyway.
It's dressed like Chapin so i guess 'it' must be a 'he' and his head is completely unproportionate. It's huge compared to the body. The head alone makes it for atleast one third of his height. His face looks as if it where painted on, he looks very old with long wrinkles like the rings on a tree stub. He has a blank expression on his face and pale skin.
I'm still having trouble breathing properly, the pitched noice is still there and my hearth is still pulsing through the roof.
I'm trying to yell out to this demonic midget or whatever it is, but I can't. I'm yelling so hard that my chest is getting sore but no sound escapes my mouth. My efforts are brought to a halt as the noice increases in volume, louder than ever. My hearth is pounding away faster and faster for every second and I seem to lack the ability to breath. My legs are tremblind beneath me and i seem to be on the verge of a collapse as the creature turns around slowly. I stare helplessly at it as I'm paralyzed once more. At the moment where our eyes are locked the noice, my breathing, my hearth, everything just explodes everything becomes a dark blur as I in my bed.


Notes:

As I woke up I was breathing really fast and my pulse was definelty faster than usual. Though I realized pretty much instantly that it had just been a dream so i closed my eyes quickly and relazed all my muscles to try and recollect the dream. I seemed to remember some fragments of an earlier dream that night aswell. Namely it seemed like Charles 'the Demon Midget' Chaplin had been haunting me in an earlier dream aswell. All I could see though was a flashing image of 'Chaplin' on a brighter background. Could have been my imagination i guess.

I haven't had a nightmare since i was a kid, and much less have I actually woke up from one. (as far as i can remember)
I used to have nightmares somewhat often and i was scared of the dark and everything. I can't honeslty say that I don't feel weird about darkness anymore though I'm easely supressing any weird feelings with logic. I have often experienced my fantasy making me imagine there would be someone watching me at exactly the spot Chaplin 'the Demon Midget' was standing at (just about a yard from the kitchen window). But again I've had no problems brushing it off as mere fantasy.

I have never had very good dream recall as far as I can remember, but then again i don't remember much from when i was a kid. I never remember more than maybe 1 dream each month.

That is why I was and am focusing on gaining a good dream recall before trying seriously for lucidity.

This dream occured after about 2 hours of sleep on the very first night that i attempted to do anything about my dreams.
I had been researching a lot on lucid dreaming and I was very intent to at the very least recall a dream that night. I also tried to perform a WILD, knowing I would probably fail. And sure i did fail but I had some very interesting hypnogogia before i fell asleep. Furthermore i had set my phones alarm to 4:30 am to attempt the WBTB tecknique.

I suppose it the sum of all this preperation and my state of mind that caused me to have this extremely vivid dream.
By far the most vivid dream I remember. The fact that I hardly ever recall my dreams (even when I do recall dreams they are more like fragments and certainly not very vivid) and the fact that it caused me to wake up (a thing no dream has done to me for several years) all made me truly believe that lucidity is very much possible for me.

This made me sign up here on dreamviews, cause now I'm officially working towards my first lucid dream!

ps. I've uploaded a web cam photo of the drawning I made of Chaplin. ( keep in mind it was drawn at about 1:30 am )

pps. Sorry if there are any spelling or grammar errors. The text is too long for me to look through at the moment. Maybe I'll revisit it later to correct errors.

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Dream - Lucid


Vampires turning other people into vampires. That's all I recall on this one.

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We were having a huge Thanksgiving at my house, not just with my family, but people I went to high school with as well; it was like we were having a high school reunion on Thanksgiving. It started out with just my family being there though. I remember my uncle being there, but no other specifics.

The dining room table was set, and people started to show up, coming through the front door. I can't really remember specifics, not until Nick B. and Olivia showed up. I saw Nick B.'s sister, Rachel B., come in as well. Nick B. was the first guy I ever kissed IWL, and Olivia and I have never gotten along (Nick B. would go back and forth between us in middle school). Olivia looked as I remember her in high school, though she looks quite different now IWL. They walked in when it was already pretty crowded, letting themselves in as everyone else had been doing. I caught a glimpse of Nick as he walked by with Olivia behind him, but he would not make eye contact with me, which wasn't really surprising, but...why was he at my house, at this reunion, if he wasn't going to at least say hello? I kept on catching glimpses of him, but no matter how many times I'd look right at him, he would not make eye contact; I was being completely ignored.

Then, I went into the dining room, and there were many people sitting and standing around the table to eat; there was certainly not enough room for everyone to sit down, much less convene in the dining room. I thought about this for a second. I remember sitting down at the table for a little bit, but then, I got really upset about being completely ignored by Nick B., so I got up with my plate and went and sat in a closet with floor-to-ceiling shelves that were full of stuff in a room that doesn't exist in my house IWL. I sat with my back to a wall and my knees to my chest, and just cried.

My uncle then came by the closet, and asked why I was eating alone. I don't remember much of this exchange, but I found out that most of the people had left. I guessed it was because they were going to spend Thanksgiving with their families. I remember going into the dining room and seeing significantly less people. Nick B. and Olivia had also left, I assumed.

I then was out looking for Nick in what I suppose was supposed to be his neighborhood (looked nothing like it does IWL). I was walking the street; the sky was grey, but it was daytime. I didn't see anyone out.

I then spotted Nick B. a bit in the distance. I went after him; I had to find out why he had even come to the reunion at MY house if he was going to just ignore me. I also wanted to find out why the hell he had Olivia with him...again, in MY house. I caught up with him and got his attention. I started to ask what was up, and he just looked at me and kept going. I followed him, badgering him with questions; I was determined to find out what the hell was going on. He would not answer me. He went up the driveway to a house, towards the garage, and I followed him, continuing to ask him what was wrong and why he was ignoring me. He stopped and started to work with something in the driveway, though I don't remember what it was. I kept asking him over and over. He would talk to me, but barely. He never provided me with an explanation for his actions.

Someone then came up to him and said something to him. They then left. That seemed to get him to talk to me some more for some reason. We then seemed to be on a sidewalk leading up to a front door on the other side of the street. I asked him why he had brought Olivia, and he said she told him if she brought him, she'd do some "sexual favors" for him. As he was saying this, he was looking down at a piece of notebook paper that had been folded up at some point. It made more sense now as to why he brought her. He talked a bit more to me, but I never really got a solid explanation as to what was going on.

Nuclear Bomb

I was looking at the scenery towards the North Georgia mountains. It looked like I was about a hundred miles away.



I turned in what I guess was the opposite direction. Pine trees were in the foreground. I walked about 10 feet to see beyond them and I saw the most beautiful mountains I'd ever seen. They were snow-capped mountains that looked like the Rockies.

These mountains were tall. The Georgia mountains were pretty small. These mountains were like what you see in Colorado. They must have been a half a days travel, but they were fantastic.

I thought I saw a Bald Eagle, but it wasn't vivid. Then there were several large birds. I tried to take a picture with my phone. I was going to take a picture of the mountains and a bird, but then a bird flew out of the scene of the mountain. I turned to take a picture of this bird, but between the bird flying and my crappy phone, I couldn't get the picture.

I decided to just snap the beautiful picture of the mountains. I was really in awe. I wanted to move my home closer to them. I struggled to find that same wide view of the mountains, climbing in the bed of my truck, around some junk I had in the bed, and found the shot. Then I heard a boom. Someone had hit the U.S. with a nuclear bomb.

The bomb hit a few miles from the mountains. My heart sank. I looked for the mushroom cloud but didn't see it, so I tried to snap the picture. As I was finding focus, the mountains were obscured by redish smoke. I felt as bad that such a beautiful scene was ruined as I did that we were hit by a nuke.

I got back in the truck as I received a message from my mom (whom I do not talk to IWL.) As her message came in, I had brought up some other function on my phone.

In a nearby field, the nuclear bomb had turned into a rain storm. Someone playing soccer fell in a hole and was climbing out. The hole had appeared due to the rain storm.

As I was leaving, someone I knew only in this dream, started walking backwards in front of me showing me advertisements to his pizza joint. He said he'd give me 2 pieces of pizza if I would find two pieces of pizza in the ladies car behind me that they didn't want, or just two pieces of pizza in their car or something. I was hesitant.

I asked if she was pretty. The person said, "She used to be." Then I realized she was a friend (in the dream.) She asked what we were saying. I didn't want her to figure out what he had said. As I looked in her car, I saw she was fat, but she was chewing on a new, hot pizza. It was too late though. I couldn't "find" that pizza because I'd already seen it.

I drove on and passed a pond near my home/destination. I stopped and got out and I was then with someone at the other end of the pond. The pond was red from Georgia red clay. We discussed the possibility of fish being in it.

Dream Skip

I'm in a tractor trailer and I was stopped by the police. I find myself with an OGFJ. She saw I had a picture of her when she was going through something bad. She got mad at me for having it and ripped it up.

I started crying because I don't have many pictures of her, and she is no longer with me. We argued about it, though not yelling, for some time. I was really broken up to be near her but not with her. (I haven't dated her for 16 years IWL, but she was the one.)

There is a lady cop. She asks for support to come. There are lots of people around, though nobody is threatening at all. When the other cop gets there, I'm upset about J. He asks where the other damaged vehicle is and I said there was no other vehicle. They decide to let me go.

The End

Mom Dreaming

My mother had a hypnogogic jerk, hit her hand on the night stand, and woke up. Then I saw the scene from the beginning. My mother was typing on a number pad. She had a hand brace on. Her hand looked thin and not quite right. It's a shame I didn't go lucid.

Slowly her hand drifted off the keyboard. She fell asleep. She never hit the table, but it would have been then that she had her hypnogogic jerk and hit her hand...except thinking about it, she already had a hand brace on which was probably because she had hit her hand the first time the dream played out.

I explained to her what had happened. She didn't believe she had been dreaming. I explained to her that we (the DV community) log and record our dreams and track dream signs. I explained that I had waken up at either 2:48 or 3:48 to log the Nuclear Bomb dream above.

The End

Guys and Dolls

I dreamed of a girl who had discussed me putting my hands on her hips. I ended up with another girl. I put my hands on her hips but she wasn't receptive. I explained I was thinking of someone else. I thought that would make her think better of me as someone else wanted me.

I looked around the kitchen where we were and saw several blue pictures. This is really the reason I'm logging this dream. The pictures were vivid and bright.

The End

Messed Up Laptop

I had a laptop with round keys. Many of the keys had popped up on a kind of plastic stick. They stood up about a half an inch.

They popped up because they had gotten wet. I pushed them down one by one and most would stay down. Some would pop back up. Apparently they hadn't dried out yet. I tried to push them down again because I was nervous that the laptop wouldn't work .

I was driving in a car, I'm not sure what kind, down a large hill on a long, winding road. There were a few cars coming from the other direction and for some reason I thought there wasn't many for this time of day, it must've been rush hour or something. As I came to a bend in the road I looked over the guard rail overlooking a large cliff with a huge city in the valley below. I turned to my sister who was in the passenger seat and said, "We're almost there." We must've been going to whatever city that was. As we turned the corner I noticed temporary dividers in the middle of the road, like they would put down for construction, but nobody was working on the road. There weren't even any vehicles. As we continued down the road I noticed that there seemed to be an awful lot of police cars, the majority of whom were pulling people over. I wasn't speeding so I thought I was fine.

I distinctly remember passing a small, deep purple sedan with a cop standing next to the door. He was leaning into the car trying to reach something in the passenger seat. I didn't know what it was or why he was doing it but I continued on driving glad it wasn't me pulled over. Right as I thought this I saw blinking lights in my rear-view mirror; Damn, why me!? I continued around the next curve and pulled over to the side of the road. The officer got out of his car and had a very large hat on, much like troopers often wear but much bigger. He started walking towards our car and I began to get nervous. When he got to our car he didn't stop, he just kept on walking past us. He went around the next bend and when I looked behind me the cop car was gone. I looked over the edge of the cliff that the road weaved down and could see the officer standing at the bottom looking up at me. He winked.

For some reason this bumped me into lucidity. I'm not quite sure why but I didn't really question it; I was glad to have ended my dry spell and did a quick clock check for a RC. At first it said 3:17, pretty normal. I looked away and turned back to it. This time it said 9:62. Perfect, this was definitely a dream. I got out of the car and rubbed my hands together, not wanting to waste my first LD in a couple weeks. I asked my sister who was still sitting in the passenger seat and had been silent the whole time what I should do. She looked at me and said, "Weren't you asked to do some tasks or something?" Ah-ha! The TotY! The first one that came to mind was the Colosseum one but for whatever reason I decided against it. The next one that popped into my head was Africa, riding the great sphinx and fixing its nose.

I got back into the car and decided I would try a different way of getting there instead of just teleporting. I pushed a button that just appeared on the console and the car began to hover above the ground. I pulled back on the steering wheel which could now move like the controls of a plane and pushed the gas pedal. Away we went. I flew over the city, going quite fast since I figured we were in America and had to fly over the Atlantic. I looked down and couldn't quite tell what city it was but it was surrounded by desert and mountains beyond that. I figured either Las Vegas or Phoenix Arizona. It only took a few seconds to reach the mountain range and when we crossed it I could see the great pyramids over the other side. I opened the console of the car and found a staples button. Cheesy, I know, but I pressed it and a loud and, for some reason, female voice said, "that was easy."

I pushed down on the steering wheel and eased on the breaks. We landed about 200 yards from the sphinx and I knew I had to ride it up the pyramids but felt like something else was missing. Of course, the nose! As I looked it over I realized that its nose was completely intact; the whole thing looked like it had been completed just days earlier! What the heck, I was supposed to fix it . I figured since I had to fix it I might as well break it first. I flew up to its face and pulled my arm back, taking a good, solid swing at the nose. The tip fell off but I needed more, granted the whole thing was twice the size of me. I ran my hand along the bridge of the nose and then hovered over it and kicked down. The whole thing slowly slid down the face of the sphinx and it looked just like it did in the history books.

Now I had to undo what I just did. I was a little annoyed at it but hey, I want to get this done! I floated back to the ground and picked up the nose. Even though my arms couldn't reach all the way around it I was still able to somehow lift it. I flew back up to its face and set the nose in place. I then pushed it into the face and the whole thing fit like a key. Apparently this was indeed some sort of key, for the sphinx immediately began to move. Slowly but surely the whole thing stood up, looked around, and gave a long stretch and yawn. It then proceeded to lick itself, damn cat.

I hopped on its back and tried to get it to move, granted the thing's back was 25 feet wide, it wasn't a horse. I squeezed my legs like one would to get a horse to move but the sphinx just looked around and then laid back down. What the hell, this was supposed to be fairly straightforward! I thought for a moment while it started to drift off to sleep and then remember seeing cats chasing the little red dots that laser pointers create. I reached into my pocket and, sure enough, there was a laser pointer! I pointed it at the pyramid and could faintly see a little red dot, not nearly enough to get this thing's attention. I figured that, if it were a little bit darker out the light would be easier to see. I looked down at my wrist and found a watch. It said 4:00 P.M. so I pulled out the little time-set thing and changed it to 8:00. As the hands moved forward the sun went down and the moon came up. This was pretty cool, given that I had never really changed the time of day before.

As the sun went down I could feel the dream begin to fade. Damn, I haven't done this in a while! I quickly rubbed my hands together which stopped the fading and brought back some clarity but I knew that I didn't have much time left. I patted the sphinx on its back, which was still quietly laying there. It began to stir and I pointed the laser pointer at the ground in front of it; it was easy to see now! The sphinx's ears twitched and its head perked up, clearly noticing the little dot. I pointed at the pyramids which were about 400 yards away. The sphinx jumped up and immediately began to bound towards that light. I squeezed my legs as tight as I could just to stay on.

When it got close to the pyramid, the sphinx jumped, trying to pounce on the light. I quickly moved it up about halfway to the top of the pyramid, but it still ended up hitting the base and knocking some blocks off. C'mon, kitty, don't knock the thing down! It regained its awareness and found the dot again and immediately jumped up, running up the pyramid. This thing was steeper than I thought, it had to be at least a 40 degree angle (after googling it, the actual angle is almost 52 degrees). The sphinx stuttered on a few steps as blocks fell out from under it but it continued to climb up the top.

I pointed the light right at the very peak and, right as we got close to the top, the sphinx jumped again, this time overestimating the height and clearing the entire pyramid. We both fell down for a few hundred feet and when the sphinx finally landed it began to slide down the side of the pyramid. The ride was quite bumpy and I could feel the dream beginning to fade. We reached the bottom just a couple seconds afterwards and I immediately jumped off, rubbing my hands to try and stabilize but to no avail. I decided that, since the dream was pretty much over and I had accomplished what I wanted to do, I would give the sphinx a treat. I waved towards the distance, motioning for something to come towards me. While doing this I envisioned a giant fish coming out of the horizon towards the sphinx. I tried to reward it for its hard work but just as I though I saw the fish come over the horizon I woke up in my bed, my arm over my head in the same position I was waving in. The entertainment isn't confined to just the dreams

One down, six to go. Hopefully the next one won't take three weeks just to get lucid

This happened to me pretty recently. I was lying on my RHS and could feel sleep paralysis starting to happen. Before I knew it the vibrations grew within less then a couple of seconds and my vision shot out of my back and I could feel myself separate from my body instantly and I flew across the room in a matter of a seconds. I remember thinking at that exact point I knew I was going to be gone and not anywhere on earth. I somehow woke myself before anything could happen. It was an intense experience that lasted less than 10 seconds maybe.

8-5-11

I had a dream last night that I hugged God. I was dreaming something, I can’t remember what now, when I suddenly found myself at the entrance to this grand room and I just knew that I was dreaming. I started to think about what I should do but I had this feeling of a presence there that couldn’t be ignored. It swelled within me, this energetic enveloping within, and I knew that God was there.

I started to walk forward and I called out, “Father?” The room was very large and round. It had a very high ceiling (I couldn’t actually see the ceiling). There was a warm light all around (not bright or dim), and I was slightly aware of designs or balconies or something along the walls, but I didn’t look too closely. My attention was focused on this raised platform in the middle of the floor. It was round like the room and took up most of the room; there was almost just a walkway around it.

I floated up to this platform and saw a man standing there. He was very attractive but not in a way that you’re physically attracted to someone. I guess I should say that while I didn’t feel any physical attraction to him, I could see that he was very attractive. He seemed about my age and almost looked like Jesus but different. He had shorter dark hair (not clean cut but not shaggy) and a form fitting dark beard (not long but fit his face) and dark eyes. He didn’t seem to radiate any emotion, he was just there.

He smiled and said something about how he was always listening to everyone or always with everyone. It felt like he was trying to explain why he wasn’t always “there.” Which meant he always was there, but almost like he was trying to give an explanation as to why he couldn’t really show himself to us? Not an apology but an explanation.
I asked him if I could have a hug (I was content and happy inside). He said, “Of course you can have a hug.” He opened his arms I walked into them. We hugged one arm up and one under the other. It began sort of awkward since I wasn’t sure how to hug him (arms above or below his) so I followed his example. He held me for a few moments and it was nice. It just felt like hugging any other man but I knew it was God.

I told him that I was sorry he was so busy with everyone all the time (not exact words but the gist). Somehow I knew he was ok with being the way he is though. We were the same height, so I wasn’t short or tall, we were just even. We just “were” together for a moment and it was nice. I didn’t feel anything spectacular, no big rush of energy, no big revelations or anything…just a moment hugging someone and I knew it was God.
That’s all I remember, but it was nice.

Note* I thought this was a strange dream to have since I'm not actually religious. I feel I'm a very spiritual person but I don't follow any one religion and don't know that I believe there is a God in the sens of there being one being. To me God is more a collection of awareness and energy that we're all a part of (if that makes sense). Anyway, I was aware of this in my dream as well, but I couldn't deny the presence before me.

Not sure of the date…June or July 2011?

I realize that I’m dreaming. I’m in a house, the tv is really loud and I feel like I have to concentrate to reach my goal (get where I want in my dream), but the tv is too loud and I can’t concentrate. I try going into another room but there’s another tv or stereo that’s too loud in that room too. I decide to go outside. It’s night time and there are kids dressed in costumes roaming the streets. My place is off a paved alley and I go out a door that leads to this. There are people out on both sides of my place.

I try to sit and meditate on my goal (to visit the teacher I saw in another dream), but some kids stop by and interrupt me. They ask about my hair (it’s long and pulled back in a low pony tail). One boy says he fell from a tree and I see scratches on his upper back and ask him if it happened today. He says that yes it happened today, and I tell him it’ll get better. I start thinking that maybe it’s more important to interact with the people here than to try and be someplace else. (*in the house and outside there are people reading books which seems odd on Halloween somehow. I say to myself “well, you only water flowers after they’re dry.”)

I start walking around town. It’s sunny out now and I try to fly, but it’s difficult. A lady sees me and is trying to catch up with me but I recognize her and know she’s a talker and will drive me off course, I may even forget that I’m dreaming, so I try to avoid her. I see a guy and use him as an excuse not to talk to her (I fly to him all clumsy). He seems to be an old friend or something, or I know him somehow, and we start to dance to pretend I’m busy (not too slow but not real fast, dancing apart from one another).

Somehow I accidentally hit his head or something and some girl sees me do this and she gets all upset. I just want to get away. They trick me and arrest me for hurting my friend. I know they’re going to whip me at least twice to see if I bleed. My hands are bound behind my back and there are people all around judging me. If I bleed that means I’m guilty of trying to hurt him, otherwise God wouldn’t let me bleed. I’m scared but I know that I’m dreaming…how come I can’t leave?! Even if I’m dreaming this is real enough that I can’t seem to change it. I know the whipping will hurt as if it were really happening. A man stands up and says I didn’t even leave a mark or something along those lines, and he wants this to stop. They ask the man that I accidentally hit on the head if this is correct, if it was an accident, and he nods his head. They all agree and let me go. The man I hit looks like an old man now.

I walk away and I find myself inside my house again. I think how it feels no different than ordinary reality, and this somehow disappoints me. It seems like it should feel different here, maybe it is all reality. I run my fingers along a couch and feel how solid and real it is. The textures feel so real against my fingers. I still haven’t reached my goal and so much time has passed already.

I go outside and lay in partly in the street and partly in the grass. I look over and see my dog Bailey lying beside me. I reach out and touch her and am amazed that she’s here in this dream with me. Is she really? Or is this just another part of my brain putting her there? I look at the stars and ponder on this. I think about how earlier in the day, when I tried to fly, I was afraid of going too high again. When I started to get higher I couldn’t stop and it scared me so I would will myself back down to the ground again, and it would continue in this clumsy way. This is usually what happens to me in my dreams when I try to fly. So I begin to wonder if I just let go and let myself go higher if it would take me where I want to go. Then it hits me…I just need to rise up and not be afraid and I can reach my goal.

I think I want to rise! My whole body moves up to toward the stars (very bright, constellations connect with lines somehow). I try not to be afraid. My body is buzzing inside. I think that I want to see my teacher again, then change my mind and think that I want to visit myself again.

I end up in front of a white house that‘s shaped like a barn. It’s daylight, and it looks like the barn I saw in the dream I last had where I met myself (only then it was night). I go up to the door and ring the doorbell, which is above the doorway. The door is arched at the top and there are three buttons above it which are triangular. I hit one for the doorbell. I don’t wait for someone to answer the door since I don’t know how much time I have left, so I just walk inside. A family is inside, all adults, and I ask to see Amy. They look upset that I’m there. A young lady is leaning on the arm/back of a couch looking at me and a man of about the same age sits on the couch looking at me disapprovingly.

A motherly figure walks to the door. Amy appears before they can respond. She has a big smile on her face, and it’s my face! She hugs me and tells everyone that I came back! She says lets go somewhere else. As we leave I comment on their disapproval and she says that they were hoping that I wouldn’t come back. She has kind of a stuffy attitude somehow; seems kind of down or unhappy and seems almost masculine somehow. I jump on her back as a piggy back ride and give her a hug telling her it’s ok, that everything will be ok now. She smiles.

We go into a barn room thing. It has the feeling of a house, but it’s an outer building on the property. There are lots of shelves with things on them and some chairs. I say first things first, I want to ask her something in case my time runs out and I have to leave suddenly. I’m so indecisive about things and I want to check my feelings against hers since we’re part of each other, almost the same person…does she want a baby? She frowns and shakes her head saying no. She looks upset that I would ask such a question. I ask if she’s upset and disappointed and she says yes. I feel it’s because she thinks it will change my decision about having a baby. I say not to worry because I feel that I’ll have one anyway. She looks up and asks why. I say that I feel I want one, then other times I feel that I don’t, but that mostly I do. She asks how often I feel that I do; only once? I say no, I’ve felt this way several times. She asks when do I feel this way? I say that it’s when I see other people with their babies. As I’m explaining this I feel myself fading and start to feel my pillow on my face. I know I’m waking up and I can’t seem to get back to her. I finally open my eyes since it’s over and my clock says it’s 3:00.

As I’m pondering all of this in my bed, I realize that I was nothing like “me.” My family seemed stuffy and disapproving. I seemed stuffy and unhappy, except when I saw myself show up. My attitude was very depressing with no desire for children. This wasn’t like me at all. I think that asking her how she felt about having children was silly on my part now. That girl wasn’t me at all. This was a completely different person. If it was me, then it was a different side of me that I don’t want to be. They seemed well off financially, but judgmental and unhappy somehow. Maybe this was a different aspect of my ego? Was it part of my subconscious or a part of myself that isn’t who I am here but exists somewhere else? Maybe every possible aspect of who we could be exists somewhere…. Maybe I’m thinking on it too much…..

Note:
I kept questioning myself if I was really dreaming in parts of the dream or if it were really happening (before I met myself). Then I would remember that if I weren’t dreaming then I wouldn’t question it, so I had to be dreaming.

I couldn’t fall asleep very well before this dream. The last time I looked at the clock it said 2:00, I must have fallen asleep shortly after that.

Another note would be that one of the big reason's for asking her if she wanted a baby was due to the lucid dream I had about meeting my unborn daughter. I'm still unsure if I want children and thought her opinion would help me decide somehow.

12-15-10
I was watching over the life of a man, and he had no idea. He lived for hundreds of years. He sat cross legged with his head down outside in the elements. I forget what his first body was, but I think he was fully clothed for it. In his next body, he was naked, but I put bubble wrap on his feet to keep them warm. Somehow I knew that while he was probably uncomfortable, the only thing that was really important was that his feet stay warm, so I had to be sure of that. He was unaware of any of this or of me. All of his fingers on his hand (right?) were missing except his pointer finger. They had all been ground down years ago, but once again, the only important thing was that he kept his pointer finger, so it was ok (he didn’t know this either, only I did). His mutation was so severe that it looked like an arm that went straight to a finger. Even his hand had been mostly worn away.

I gave him a sip of water out of a gallon jug every so many hundred years (maybe 200, maybe 300, depends). When I did, he would look up at me and smile. I would decide what each of his next lives would be before they would begin. I remember deciding that one life he would become a Buddhist Monk, and touched him on his bald head to make it so. At one point, I liked the way that sipping the water would make him so happy that I kept giving him sip after sip so that he kept looking up at me and smiling. Suddenly, he looked down and looked sad. He said he remembered….everything (with much gravity). I realized I had let him drink too much and because of this he remembered all the suffering from the past hundreds of years that he had been living, instead of the joy, or peace, he could find from this moment.

I knew, after his awakening, that it was my turn now. I’m not sure if it was because of his awakening, or if it was just time, but now he would watch over me as I had watched over him. I told him what to do. Only give me a sip of water about every 200 years, and make sure I keep my pointer finger. He said ok. I knew it would be long and hard, but that I wouldn’t remember or realize it, so it would be ok.

Somehow, even though he was suppose to be watching over me now, I was the one that walked away, and I was still watching over him in a sense. I went into town to find a job. It was a much older period, before much medical discovery. I went to this small brown building and applied for a job as a physician and got it (with no prior experience). I was from the future somehow, so I remembered more from that than these people had learned (they didn’t know this though). I was aware that women were talking in town, and they were hopeful/excited because there was a new doctor in town. They were hoping to have more success with their pregnancies since they were having difficulties getting pregnant.

In this dream, I was a male doctor, not a woman. I saw a glimpse of myself in a white doctor/lab coat. I was still watching over my “friend” through this. Now, he was only a decapitated head preserved in a jar. I would forget about him sometimes, and once some squirrels got to him. I was worried he had died. Another time I came home to find the jar with his head in it on the floor (his head was now a raccoon head). The jar had tiny crickets all over in it and around it. They were in his eyes, throat and nose. I figured he would have suffocated; there was no way he could have survived this one. But he was still alive. I cleared them away, and while his head looked dead (didn’t move, blink or breath…almost looked stuffed) I knew he was still in there hanging on. I was relieved and knew I had to preserve him better so this wouldn’t happen again (obviously the jar wasn’t sealed tight enough).

I went to sleep saying the affirmation: I am free of my body, I remain aware while it is asleep, and I will remember.

I woke up a few minutes to 3:00 a.m. and got up to use the bathroom. I realized this is the optimal time for out of body or lucid dreaming. I went to bed and went through my affirmations again. I started on my back and then just decided to lay on my left side since I wasn’t falling asleep and about an hour had passed. I’d rather sleep than stay up all night trying.

As I started to fall asleep, I felt an intense vibration at the back up my neck rapidly spread through my head and upper body. I didn’t hear anything, I just felt this vibration, and I thought “something is happening.” I focused on staying calm and trying to increase this feeling. It wasn’t very long before I just felt like I was laying there with that vibration and that was as far as it was going to go. I remembered in the book he would declare what he wanted to happen, so I said “I float to the door.” I felt some movement, so I said it again and visualized rising up like a balloon and actually felt myself float up and out of my body. Instead of going toward the door, though, I ended up at the foot of my bed. I felt so REAL. It felt just like I would if this hadn’t happened.

I started to leave the room, and kind of felt along the wall to see what it would feel like (it felt like a wall), and then it dawned on me to look back at my body. I looked back and saw a lump under the blankets and I got excited and hopped up on the bed and crawled over to where I would be. Thinking now, I fell asleep with my head out of the covers (covers up to my neck) but I didn’t see my head. I crawled over Paul too and he kind of groaned and changed positions. I felt really heavy, like I would ordinarily, and felt bad that I was waking him up, so I got off the bed and went for the door.

I started to go toward the computer room, but felt drawn to the living room, so I went that way instead. I couldn’t get over how solid everything felt, like this hadn’t happened at all and I was just awake to go to the bathroom. I felt so in control. I went into the kitchen and was looking around and thought that I wanted to try to get in contact with my unborn daughter again, that’s what I was planning to do if I got this far. So I focused on that experience, and said out loud that I want to meet my unborn daughter. I whispered this so as to not wake up Paul (hee hee) but said it with conviction. Nothing happened, so I said it a few more times but changed it to say I wanted to go back to that dream and meet the little girl or something just in case she wasn’t really my daughter. Nothing happened. I was still in my kitchen. I thought, maybe the dream wasn’t what I thought it was, and maybe I would never have a daughter, so maybe I was asking for the wrong thing and that’s why nothing was happening.

I decided to ask to move inward as the book suggested, to move to your inner self. I whispered that with conviction, hands in loose fists in front of me, close my eyes and mean it….nothing happened. I was still standing by the fridge in front of the doorway to the kitchen. Now I’m disappointed. I go into the living room and decide to sit down and try to relax and figure out what to do. It crosses my mind to go outside, but it seems too big or something, so I just sit there on the carpet. Looking back, there was no furniture in my living room. I was wearing loose white pants and my long hair fell in front of me as I sat down cross legged on the floor. I thought how boring this was! I’d rather just be sleeping than feel awake and sitting in the living room all night just waiting to wake up!

I was looking at the bedroom door and started wondering how we slept with that much light in there. There was a dim pinkish glow coming from the room, with a little darker redish pink light pulsing over it (like something was on standby and blinking). I saw and heard Paul move around and change positions and wondered how it didn’t wake me up…maybe because I was out of body? I also realized I’d thought of my body and not woken up like the book suggested I would.

Then Paul suddenly got up and grabbed a Kleenex in the bedroom (we don’t have Kleenex in the bedroom) and raced for the bathroom. I thought he was going to throw up (had Kleenex to his mouth). He came back shortly after and I realized he just spit a loogy out or something. He started to go into the bedroom, then stopped and came into the living room and looked at the far wall. I thought “he can’t see me!” Then he looked down at me and asked what I was doing. My heart fell, and I said “you can see me?” He said of course he could see me and came over to hold out his hand and help me up off the floor.

We grasped hands and he helped me up and said we should go to bed. I asked if I was in bed and he said of course not. I went into the bedroom and the bed was empty. I was so disappointed. I said I swore I had had an out of body experience and he just acted like he didn’t want to talk about it, he was tired, didn’t say much and went to bed. I said, so you mean I just actually got up and was walking around and thought it was out of body? No comment from Paul. It felt as real as just waking up and walking around, so I believed that’s what it was. I just KNEW it had been an out of body! But that would explain why nothing else would happen. I felt so foolish.
This led into a non-lucid dream of Paul and me in our small bathroom in our apartment studying (me with my math book on floor, him on the toilet reading, not going to bathroom). We were listening to neighbor’s downstairs yell at their daughter again. I say I want to shout that he’s an asshole (girl’s dad) and Paul smiles and yells “Asshole!” To floor so the man will hear. I smile back at Paul; I hope the guy downstairs heard.

The dream wanders on and I eventually wake up around 4:30. It’s been about 40 min.
Was it an out of body turned to dream? Or was it just a dream after all? Do I have blocks I need to get over?

I also remember in the kitchen I asked for clarity now just to see what would happen, although I didn’t feel I needed any more clarity, everything felt solid and focused, but nothing happened then either.

I had a lucid dream last night. It’s December 09, 2010 (Thursday). I have to be quick since I have to go to work. I was walking on a path through the woods with some man, I think he was taking me somewhere. It was a dirt path, kind of a tanish color so not wet, dry clay like dirt. There were trees on the right, but not real close to the path. I think the left side dropped off a bit toward a type of gulley? I don’t remember water down there, but it dropped to something. I was looking at his face when I suddenly realized that I was dreaming.

He was very ugly, almost scary. I told him I was dreaming, and he didn’t believe me! I said that it didn’t mean he didn’t exist, maybe he did and we just met on this plane, but he just looked upset, almost angry and disbelieving, like I was crazy. I realized if I wasn’t dreaming, I would be afraid of this big, ugly man, but I wasn’t! I knew I wasn’t getting anywhere with him, he didn’t even believe me, so I walked past him down the path where I knew I had seen a younger man and someone else (not sure who now).

I found him and told him I was dreaming, and he instantly believed me. He had short dark hair and wasn’t much taller than me. He quickly directed me in a direction I should go, but I don’t remember him saying anything. The direction he pointed led me to the inside of a building (I don’t remember getting there, only that he pointed to a less visible trail leading off the one we were on).

Inside almost looked like a bar/reception building. There were a few people sitting at tables talking with drinks in front of them, but it wasn’t exactly a party atmosphere. I saw a woman and tried talking to her…everything was so real! I couldn’t believe I was really so aware again in a dream! This is where my memory starts to go in and out. I was standing talking to her, I was a little excited. I remember my Mom was there, which didn’t seem unusual, but she kind of came out of nowhere. I told this woman I was dreaming and that this had happened before. I told her about the dream where I met my unborn daughter and when I met myself. She just kept looking at me, she was middle aged, older than me, but maybe by 10 years? My Mom kept trying to talk to tell her about my dreams as well.

She told me this wasn’t surprising since I’ve done this in past lives as well. She said I’ve been able to do this in 7 of my past 8 lives. I was surprised. So I have had 8 past lives? She said yes. Then she kind of walked away and joined someone at another table. My Mom was upset, like how could she leave now? We were just getting started. I knew she was done talking, and at points I felt my awareness drift, and I knew I had to focus so I wouldn’t fade into a dream.

I tried to focus on who to meet next. I went up to someone to ask who to speak to, and I was standing in front, but between two people facing each other. I think they were men, but I don’t really remember them. Another man appeared, kind of through a fog, and I knew he just appeared because he was needed by me. He didn’t walk up, he just kind of formed there through the fog. He was wearing a suit with no jacket, and he was overweight. I think he may have been balding a bit too, not sure.
Anyway, he looked tired and I kind of laughed and told him so. He smiled and sighed and said he was. It was like he was appearing for work to work with me and I caught him on a tired day. He was sitting behind a wood desk in a swivel leather chair talking to me. I told him what the lady said about my past lives, and he looked surprised. He said “well if that’s the case, what does it take to get you to higher consciousness”? I said I had kind of wondered the same thing. I asked him what he felt I needed to do, did I need to do good deeds for other people or something?

And at this point, I don’t remember more! I do remember my Mom was talking real loud behind me trying to get in her two cents about all of this as well, although I don’t remember what she was saying. I wanted her to stop talking so I could concentrate and hear this man. I told her to be quite, meaning to stop talking, and she just kept talking but at a quieter level. I have the impression she was talking to someone else too, but not 100% about that either. I’m wondering if this may be when I started to lose focus and maybe started dreaming again since I don’t remember more? I don’t remember him answering me.

I had this dream a few nights ago (today is 11-30-10). I remembered it again today and wanted to write it down before I forget any more details. It started off in a camp of some sort. It was getting darker (dusk), and I was near a cooking fire area. There were many people around. There was a flat pan that I use for cooking grilled cheese (in real life) laying on the ground, and it was very hot. One of my friends (I get the feeling it was Josh or Keith, which I knew when I woke up but can’t remember for sure now) stumbled and fell onto this pan, burning his face pretty badly. He was upset and in a lot of pain; holding his face and howling. I felt bad, but also felt that I had warned him of the danger, so I didn’t feel it was entirely my fault that he was hurting. I didn’t voice this, though. I merely walked away to another group of people that were cooking food. I knew I had to leave the camp, but I wanted to show a good gesture for the community at the same time. Everyone was going to be leaving to move to another area, and they would need food and supplies carried to their new destination. I felt that I would start carrying food alone, even though it was a very long and treacherous journey. I felt I could do it quickly and easily by myself. I grabbed a glass bowl of some sort of corn casserole and headed off towards the trees. Nobody tried to follow me, but I had the feeling that they felt I was crazy to think that I could make it alone. I somehow knew I would make it there and back several times before they made their first trip; so I would be back to carry more food before they even left camp.

Once near the trees, I started running. I didn’t get winded or even tired, but just kept on running. Up until this point, I have seen this dream through my own eyes (1st person), but then I start to see scenes of myself on this journey. From above, I see myself stop to rest for the night in front of a fire. All else is quiet, and I feel secure, safe and serene. I really don’t feel any harsh emotions through most of this dream. I mainly feel acceptance and a numb kind of calm. I run for days (which I don’t really watch so much as I know it has happened), when I reach a pool of water that I stop to bath in. I see myself in the water, washing my long brown hair. Once again all is quiet but the sound of the water and the feel of nature around me. I notice that I’m very lean and beautiful. I’ve been living off of the earth and running for a very long time, so I’m radiantly strong and healthy. I’ve never once been afraid of being alone, I just feel at peace and know that I have this mission to finish delivering food. I don’t see any animals of any kind, I’m completely alone.

After running for days more, the scenery starts to change to suburban America. Streets, cars, sidewalks. I’m running along the sidewalk, and I start to feel the heaviest burden of sadness. I’m remembering a time in my life where I used to run to happiness, and now I’m remembering that and sobbing that I no longer have it to run to, so I’m just running to run. I see Karen ahead of me, and although I don’t remember why now, she wants to fight me or hurt me somehow. Without breaking stride, I hit her hard and beat her down and keep running. I don’t feel bad about this; I was simply defending myself against her blows to keep moving. I keep running…. That’s about the last thing I remember.

Had quite a morning. I had to close at work so I slept from 1:30am to 5:30am when Danny got up for work. I couldn't get to sleep because my fan wasn't working (I need the white noise). After I got Chris to school at 7:15am, it took maybe 45min before I finally got back to sleep.

I woke up a little bit later because I swore I heard my daughter Nicole come home from school. I thought that she must have gotten sick and got a ride home. I heard her talking on the phone, and some doors open and close. Something didn't feel right though. I rolled over to listen more carefully in case I was imagining things, when I felt some super strong vibrations. I knew then that what I'd heard was auditory HH (I used to get those a long time ago). So I went with the vibes and slipped into an LD. I struggled with the blankets as I tried to get out of my bedroom. I wondered if I would see the DC version of Nicole, so I could ask her to guess a number from 1 - 100. I saw a really reduced version of her in the hall, coming at me fast! I pushed her away and went to the livingroom. I tried to call out to her to ask her the question, but my voice was paralyzed, shit. i tried again, but my vision faded and then woke up.

When I woke up, I thought I could still here doors and stuff, weird. I felt vibrations again, so I thought COOL a second chance. This time I didn't even have to open my dream eyes. As soon as the vibrations washed over me, I could see my room through my eyelids, and the TV remote control was hovering above my nightstand. That was a new one for me haha. I got up more quickly and marched straight out the door. I saw a normal version of Nicole this time, but her glasses were different. I was about to speak, when I noticed my voice and eyesight failing again. I thought quickly, and turned to a lamp in our living room. As I went for the lamp, I said a mantra in my head: "Once you turn on this light, you WILL be able to see and you WILL be able to speak." I turned it on, and I could see. I picked it up (don't know why I did this), and pointed the light in Nicole's face, almost like one would shine a light on someone to interrogate them. I said easily, "I'm thinking of a number between 1 - 100, what is it?" I had preselected the number 42 in waking life, because I knew I would remember it in the dream. Nicole giggled and answered, "That's sorty new!" I laughed at her and the fact that her answer rhymed with 42.

She went to her room and I went outside. I was thinking about trying the firework task while I was still dreaming. When I went out the door, I was standing on a foothill, over looking a trail that cut through a small forest. The trail ended at a body of water that was either the sea or a really large lake. There were wooden newel posts at the start of the trail. I picked up some dirt and leaves on the ground and placed them on the flat top of one of the posts. I willed a lighter to appear, and a little black cigarette lighter sat just to the right of my little pile. I imagined that when I lit it, it would shoot into the air and become fireworks. I lit it but nothing happened. No worries, I really just wanted to go down that trail hehe. It was dark but I wasn't scared. I noticed that the moon was just beginning to rise just to the east of the sea. It seemed to break through some kind of ice, or crystals. As it rose, I thought of that song "Walking Man's Road" from The Last Unicorn. So I started down the trail, singing the song as an invisible band accompanied me. As I walked and sang, little forest animals began walking along side me. When I got to my favorite line, a small black bear bit my hand. I removed my hand from his mouth easily, but I was mad that he interrupted my favorite part. I sang a couple more lines then woke up.

I fell back to sleep after feeling more vibrations. The vibrations didn't lead to anything, and I began having a non lucid. I was at dinner party that looked like a wedding reception. It was outside, under one of those big white tents, with little white lights strung everywhere. I was sitting with 6 or 7 other guests at one of the round tables with white tablecloth, white napkins and white china and candles and a floral centerpiece. I was staring at a picture of a young man that the man next to me was showing me. He was telling me about him, when it suddenly dawned on me that I had JUST woken from a dream not moments ago. I thought how lucky I was to be having another lucid! Still the the fireworks task on my mind, I started taking random things from the table and stacking them together: a namecard holder, a fork, a napkin, and I can't remember what else. I looked up and noticed that there was a hole in the center of the tent that revealed stars and the night sky. I yelled at a passing waiter to bring me a lighter, but then I remembered that there were candles on the table. I lit my pile of stuff and waited. I said to the guests, "Hold on to your seats, this is gonna shoot up into the air!" It took a few moments, and I began to doubt. Then the pile shot up through the hole in the tent, and burst into tiny, cute little fireworks with several tiny "pop!" sounds. They sparkled and vanished for a few moments, right at the tent's opening. Of course I was hoping for a huge firework show, but I thought it was kinda cute that I managed to set one off that was more intimate, and appropriate for a reception setting. Then I went nonlucid or woke up, I can't remember.