memorable

I was sitting in a meadow, surrounded by long, green, sweet-smelling grasses.
I closed my eyes, and let the sun kiss my face, feeling completely at peace.
I don't know how long I sat there, with my long hair billowing in the slight breeze.
A thought crossed my mind. "It is better not to be happy. Because the disappointment of another of life's troubles will hit you with a force that takes every hint of happiness away." Those were the exact words.
My eyes snapped open.
A dark cloud was pulling itself across the sun. The wind picked up to insane speeds. My hair whipped itself against my face suddenly, stinging my cheeks. I felt a little wetness where the stingy feelings were. I put my hand up to my face, and there was a perfect, fine line of blood on my hand.

I looked up, about 500 meters away was a train bridge. The fast approaching train was in grave danger. I knew it, yet, I couldn't spot what the danger was yet.
All of a sudden I knew. The ducts of the bridge were shaking vigorously in the middle.
I wanted to scream as loud as I could. Do anything to attempt to stop the train, with all its' passengers, but I know I could not.
A hollow sound came from my mouth. "Ehhh." I bit my fist, and watched in HORROR as the weakened structure of the bridge gave way, and the train started diving head first in the churning water below.
A lovely little girl flew out, her gaze caught my horror-struck one, as she was flying down towards the water. Her brown braids waved in the breeze. She looked so peaceful. Then there was a big bolt of lightening, and she hit the water with a humongous splash.
The train hit milla-seconds after she did. Right in the same place. Animal-like screams filled the air. A pool of blood surfaced on the water.
My stomach churned.
Cart after cart, plunged into the river, with deformed bodies sliding in after them. Pieces of the bridge crashed in after all of it.
It was HELL.
I realized I was screaming now. My voice matched the others. The helpless ones I could not reach.
The little girl. I caught sight of her again. How could she still be alive??? There was a huge cut on the right side of her face, that was gushing blood.
I didn't hesitate anymore. I dived into the wreckage-filled water, and I was under. I opened my eyes for a split second and saw clouds of blood, and little white pieces, which I assumed were bones. I surfaced, with a gasp, and took in as much air as I could. I looked every which way, trying to catch sight of the little girl. I finally caught sight of her. She was clinging to a piece of the bridge, and I was felt adrenaline rush through me. I swam toward her, with long strokes.
As a piece of train came rushing towards her, threatening to knock into her, and kill her, I made a lunge, and grabbed her arm, and yanked. She cried out in pain, but I pulled her into right arm, as the piece of wreckage came thundering by.
"PUT YOUR ARMS AROUND MY NECK!" I yelled, over the noice. "WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T LET GO!"
She clung to me, and wrapped her legs around my waist, and I started swimming back.
A big, rusty piece of metal with deadly, sharp pieces like swords sticking out of it, was headed straight for me.
I screamed "HOLD ON!!" and I dove under. A piece of metal struck me in the head, and I heard a crack, and an excruciating pain rushed through my upper body.
I felt myself slipping into unconciousness, and was vaguely aware of powerful arms grabbing me around my waist. "Where's the girl????" I remember, screaming in my head.
Then.. Nothing.

I woke up in my dream. Everything was blurry. A handsome face, that has haunted my memory for months, was above me, stroking my hair gently. Angry tears spilled from my eyes. "This can't be real!" I thought. "He's gone. He left. He's not coming back. He drove away."
He pulled his sleeve into his palm, and dabbed at my tears with a feather touch. "Don't cry, honey", he said.
I swallowed. "You left," I whispered.
Confusion came over his face. "But I was always here. I've been here with you for the last four days. I won't leave you."
He took my hand, and kissed it gently. "I promise," he said.
He started to say something else. I was intrigued. Focusing hard.

There were bolts of lightning/electricity, and I woke up with a jolt.
I was sweating, and my heart was pounding like hell.
I didn't know if I was happy or angry to be awoken from the dream.

Dream - Lucid

I was walking around with a life-like baby doll in my arms, but I was acting like it was a real baby. There were many other people around in the area I was in, which, I honestly have no idea where that was. I think it was in a big mall or department store or something. I remember having to change the baby doll's diaper, and being confused as to how to do so. I stood there with this baby doll who had a dirty diaper on, trying to think of who to ask about changing it.

I then realized that this was a baby doll, and that I was just practicing for when I had my real baby, which I was pregnant with. It was Jake's baby. I looked down and rubbed my belly. I was showing a bit, and, underneath my hand, I could feel the new little life moving. I felt the outline of her body. I got really excited about being pregnant! I exclaimed to someone that I could feel the baby. I then looked at myself in a mirror, and saw my baby bump. I felt really giddy!

My joy then immediately turned to worry; I started to fear losing the baby. I was afraid that any little thing that made me panic or get angry or something would cause me to miscarry.

I then started to tell people that I was pregnant and that I was excited for my little girl to come into the world. No one responded. I remember even telling a girl I'm acquainted with IWL, Maegan, but she just stared at me like everyone else. I also remember calculating my due date, which came out to be sometime in March, but that didn't seem right for some reason, as if it was supposed to be later than that.

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I was at my house. It was Thanksgiving, and family kept coming over. I was standing in the living room when my ex, Chris, and his girlfriend came through the door. They sat down on the red chair that's in the corner of the room.

Um...what? Who invited them? I thought maybe my mom did. I know I sure didn't, but no one said anything.

I was then upstairs with my brother. We were in the bonus room, when Chris brought us a tray with a small silver bowl of what looked like chicken broth up to us. He said it was soup, and set it down. It only looked like broth to me, not soup; I was skeptical. My brother started to eat it. I then heard Chris from downstairs telling his girlfriend he had saved all the chicken and rice for them.

Uh, no, this isn't cool. I stormed downstairs and into the living room. There were other relatives in there sitting on the couch I believe, but I didn't care. I was kicking Chris and co. out. I stood firmly in front of the couple, who were both sitting in the same small chair, and said, sternly and forcefully,
"Get out of my house. What are you even doing here anyway? And was that our soup?"
He said no, it was their soup. I then said
"Well, that doesn't matter. You're in my house. And I'm kicking you out. Go!"
They stood up and left. Thank God. But I still couldn't figure out why they would want to spend Thanksgiving at my house. That had to be awkward for them, too.

I was then working, but it didn't look anything like work, though I was doing the same thing. I was working behind a very long cash register counter, about the length of the room we were in, with some other people. A middle-aged lady with very short blonde hair came up to me and this other girl with lots of jewelry and a check. I can't remember what she was trying to do, it was something complicated, and she was trying to explain to us what it was, but the girl I was with took her small, flimsy light brown wallet from the counter and opened it, saying her ID wasn't in there and we needed her ID for what she wanted to do. I took over and started to calmly ask some questions to see if we could sort everything out. The people next to me behind the counter then took over and started to ring her up on their register. Well, I guess that takes care of that.

I was then in the same building, but I was leaving work now. Chris was there for a little bit, and I told him why I got so mad.
"I heard you talking about the soup," I said.
He said "Ohhh..." as if it made sense now as to why I was so mad, you know, besides the fact that he brought his girlfriend into MY house on Thanksgiving.

Ahem. Anyway.

Chris was then gone, and I was standing with a short, stout middle-aged woman who was supposed to be Chris's girlfriend's mother. I felt really awkward when she started to talk to me like we were friends. I talked back to her, and was polite and nice, but I didn't exactly know what to say besides making small talk.

We were then waiting on an elevator. A small screen popped up in front of us of a cartoony, poorly-drawn picture of his girlfriend, with "Ji's" written above it in bubbly, black block letters. It was supposed to be Chris's Facebook profile picture, and "Ji's" was a business or something. The mom stared at it longingly. I felt even more awkward.

The elevator then opened, and we stepped inside. She started to tell me about how she was moving to Knoxville. I told her she better make sure she had all of her stuff together, and she said she knew, and just kept talking about it, and that she had to move around a lot. I thought that maybe she was in the military or something. She was talking to me as if I was any other person. I felt a little better about it then.

She then commented on the fact that the elevator wasn't moving, as if someone had hit the emergency stop button right before our floor. The door then opened to an outside area. The area was lit, but looking up at the sky, you could see many stars; it was nighttime.

I also remember seeing a flash of a white screen with black writing that quickly streamed by on it at some point. I remember it said something about love, "Love is not ____." (can't remember that last word) was one of the sentences in the stream of writing that whisked by my vision, or something like that. Whatever it was, it was saying something about what love wasn't.

I was back in Europe and Amy was with me. I felt like we were in Greece but I don’t quite remember. We were at this famous dock that was known for having lots of shark spotting’s there. It was like an old make shift dock with slabs of sun bleached wood nailed together and posts on the sides. The dock must have only been 5 feet wide and 50 feet long. The water of the Mediterranean directly below was crystal blue and only about 10 feet deep so you could perfectly see the white sands at the bottom. But what arrest my attention was not the beautiful dock or the clarity of the sea beneath, but rather the abundance of large, incredible sharks swimming passively right under me. It was like clockwork, every few moments (maybe 30 seconds to a minute) another massive shark would swim slowly underneath me. Giant whale sharks, over sized nurse sharks, long thresher’s, wide mouth basking sharks, all casually migrating by me. Amy was at a gazebo near the dock. The gazebo was placed at the back side of a restaurant and was all made of white stucco like concrete. As I took pictures with my phone (dream sign) of the sharks I shouted back at her in amazement. I had this feeling that I should be careful with my phone for I might drop it into that water and as I repositioned my body I did just that. It was strange because normally this would have really upset me or pissed me off but I was to happy to really care. The only thing that troubled me was that I had lost the pictures I took. I yelled out to tell Amy what happened and she shouted for me to come grab her phone to use it instead. I joyfully walked off the dock to her table, and plopped down into a chair at her table and examined her salad as she dug her phone at for me. I stole a taste of it and savored its sweet dressing and leafy green spinach. When she handed me her phone I walked back over to the dock.

I was making sure that I was holding her phone more carefully then I did my own and began to snap shots again. A baby whale shark passed under me and Allen was suddenly next to me. I pointed the shark out to him, explaining what it was and pointing out its white spots. Allen was amazed like a little kid would be, asking me a million questions. Its sort of funny because at one point he asked me if we would see any great whites and I laughed that they didn’t swim in the Mediterranean (funny because none of the sharks I dreamt really do). Allen had vanished from my dream and my uncle Kyle and his wife Erica had appeared on the dock and I waved them over. Then my dad appeared (dream sign, he’s been dead for 4 years now) and I excitedly flagged him down as well. The dock started to fill with strangers and then a “dock tour guide” appeared and asked if everyone was ready to take the dock out on open water so that we could examine more shark specimens. This meant that the dock was mobile, I was stoked. My dad ( huge shark buff) began to point to different species of sharks and expain different characteristics and facts to each one. After some time the boat docked and the guide said that we would be offered some free chocolate milk and that the tour would pick up again. He also said that if we wanted some cookies or macaroons that we would first have to impress a small panel of authentically dressed African leaders. I took my free chocolate milk, slurping it down through a fat red straw, and enjoyed its cool taste. Everyone got into a line to dance for the African leaders. I pooped my head into a very sterile grey bathroom to see that two ladies were having a serious conversation and then decided to get in line as well. The African leaders played some sort of salsa music and were not impressed by the nervous dancing styles of the other people. They looked utterly bored. When it was my trun I decided to give them a good laugh. I said that I couldn’t dance for shit so I turned my butt towards them and started to shake it. I then went on to do the “salt shaker”, “running man”, and many other classic horrible moves. Everyone in the room and the leaders began to laugh. They decided that I had “earned” my cookies and I walked on to get them. The dock guide announced that we would be getting back on the tour soon and to hurry up. My dad was ranting on about all the awesome sharks that we were about to see up close and I was getting super excited. I had noticed that I had somehow lost my chocolate milk and decided to run to get a new one. I was feeling such joy and then waking life Allen woke me up. >=/

This was one of the most enjoyable dreams that I have had in a while, even more then my recent lucids. Since I believe that there is no real difference between memories of a waking life and memories of a dream, I place this memory as one of the happiest moments in my life. Something about all those amazing sharks, clear blue waters, warm sunny sky, and talking marine life with my dad again brought me such a sense of joy and peace. I was pretty bummed when Allen woke me up from it before it had ended but I am just thankful for the experience.

This is my first dream journal entry. Though i've been using a DJ for a couple of years , I think I will start fresh on this site.
Last night I had a couple of disturbing nightmares, 3 which I remember the strongest.

The first one is a dreamscenario which happens now and then when i'm lucid and flying. I start flying as always, you probably know the feeling, everythings perfect and it's really liberating. Though I sometimes fear that this ''Rocket'' scenario is going to take over. So it's simply me flying through the air in the quarters of my old apartment, feeling the wind through my hair , when I suddenly stop and gets paralyzed in mid-air. I no longer have control of my body as I start to soar in a extremely high speed, up to the starry skies. Panic takes control over me and I cannot exit the dream until i'm in dead-air space, choking.

The second one is a new. I was not lucid in this one.
I'm standing on a broad ledge with my mother and uncle, when I look down I see floors scattered around my surroundings on multiple levels, at each floor there's a swimmingpool, and the floors go down maybe 200 meters.
I look across the swimmingpools and I see that this ''compound'' is surrounded by extremely tall and dark trees, almost like a fence. So I get somewhat nervous of what might happen next, as my uncle starts walking toward the edge of the ledge we're standing on.
I try to stop him ,but he jumps down yelling ''Canonball'' and I look down as he approaches a swimmingpool maybe 10 levels down. Of course he misses it and you can hear a wham as his body hits the surface.
Behind me my mother starts screaming this horrible, endless roar, and I jump down the ledge to wake up.

The third was really short and the last nightmare I had that night. I was not lucid in this one.
I'm with two of my friends drinking beer and laughing, when we decides to take a walk. And as we walk out from my friends house and into the street a man comes at us. We get freightened because he's holding a giant machete and is threatening us, we can not run away and he slices me in half, literally..... I can feel myself peel of in half , like i'm suddenly two bodies.. It didn't hurt ,it actually was kind of interesting, but scary yes.

11-13-2012 -- More to this in the beginning that I can't remember, as usual. I'm pretty sure I am in the Hickory House, except it doesn't have the right layout, and areas are much bigger. As I am wandering the house, I am watching something on TV, and it seems to involve what seems to be a balloon sculpture, except I grab it and it seems to be something else made to look like a balloon sculpture, a sort of prop.

It is three 260s braided together into a straight stick, but the braiding somehow makes it more aerodynamic, so it should be able to be tossed around a room and fly really well. [Though I haven't looked into it in real life for years, I think this is actually true.] The prop has some kind of balloon creature riding it, but I am more interested in the braided part. I can't try it out because it isn't really made of balloons, but I decide I want to make the same thing, and try it.

Problem is, as I start looking for my balloons, my mom tells me to use hers, instead, and points me at a huge 'bag' of balloons on the couch. She explains that Pioneer Balloons gave it to her for a give-away at a lecture she is giving at the clown section of a convention. This thing is massive, probably about two feet by two feet, and contains probably 15 times the amount of balloons my apron carries (and my apron carries around 2,000 balloons), and I am amazed and jealous that they have given this to her to use, then give away.

How can she have this and be giving a class at a balloon convention as a clown, when she has only been doing this for a couple of years, while I have been doing this much longer, and have never been asked to do so? But neither here nor there. I go to grab some blue balloons (a sort of royal blue color, a shade lighter than the basic dark blue) and they stretch more than they ought to. I decide not to try and mouth inflate, with my air and vocal chords as they are, and go looking for a pump, but the first one I find has a huge tip, and I know I could never stretch the balloon over it. The second one is a regular balloon pump, and works fine for me.

Problem is, as I start to blow up the balloon, perhaps a 10" section of balloon fills up, then starts bulging horribly before it pops. I start to stretch the other balloons slightly, and they are like pulling warm taffy. I try to grab more from mom's balloon bag, but they are all in the same condition, either badly made, or very old, with no strength and stability left, so I don't get to blow any up and try the designs. I am explaining all this to mom, while asking where the balloon prop came from.

She explains that some guy named 'Charlie' comes by every couple of days and drops off some balloons he has made for the local kids. I have no idea who Charlie is, but it is nobody I know. Suddenly we are at the convention (it is either an FCM convention or a balloon convention that has made a point to invite non-ballooning clowns to try and teach them) and I am wandering around, visiting with balloon artists I know, while having to admit I don't know where my balloons have vanished to.

I visit with Don Caldwell for a few minutes, and he is working on some great new designs he plans to use in a combination lecture and show tomorrow, then I find myself visiting with Joe White. Meanwhile, it is just a day or two before Halloween, and mom is talking about how she isn't taking her gig at the weird mall-like fun center that I've dreamed about making balloons at several times before, because she doesn't expect many people there on Halloween. Several others are trying to explain that this is one of their busiest days of the year, but she just won't listen.

It is quite late in the evening, and several of the balloon artists are talking about going out to a bar or nightclub for a little drinking and partying, and I'd really like to come along, but I start to realize that while I know these people, like them, and they sometimes teach me some designs, none of them are actually friends, and none want me along for the party. Bummer. I'm regretting Dale just went home from a Disney visit, because it means he's not going to have the time off to go to the convention, and I'm going to be all alone. Double bummer. [True ... my best friend Dale was just here in Florida for two weeks, and just went home ... part of why almost none of my dreams have been posted for the last couple of weeks.]

As the balloon artists head off to the bar, I just wander the streets. I am singing some sort of old classic song (perhaps Putting on the Ritz, but really, I think the song changed several times even as I was singing it.) As I sing the first line, I find myself walking next to several punk-looking teens, and I am embarrassed, so I switch to whistling. When I am whistling the last line, one of the teens sings it out (though by this point the last line may have been 'So happy together') and when the other punks glare at him, he says something like "What? It was a great song, and he sang that first line of it very well!"

One of the other punks pulls a small tray of Stouffer's mac and cheese out of the microwave, and spits on it to show what he thinks of this. I make some sort of smart-alec comment about how he has no musical taste, and I, for one, don't want any of the mac and cheese either, thank you very much! The others laugh and agree, and he gets mad and throws it at me, getting mac and cheese all over my shoes. I walk off down the street, trying to wipe the shoes clean.

Spoiler for Becoming lucid and sex:

As I walk down the street, I find myself approaching three more teens, two guys and a girl. They are probably 17 or 18, not super-young. The girl is a very attractive blonde, with flowing, long blonde hair, an attractive face, and a pair a nicely formed, nicely-sized breasts, probably C cups. I know this because she is not wearing a top. As I walk past them, I am trying to get as good of a look as I can without staring and gawking.

As I walk past I find myself thinking 'that's illegal. She could get in trouble for that, and while somebody that age might run around half-nude on a dare or a prank, they would not be so cool and uncaring about doing so in public in front of a stranger. I must be dreaming!'

I hold my hand in front of me, and start trying to stretch my fingers. Nothing happens. I bend down and try to push my fingers through the curb I am standing next to, and again, nothing happens. Yet I am convinced I am dreaming. I lift my hand to my face and start looking closely at my fingers. Several of them have been cut off, and end in stumps. Yet at the same time, they are whole and complete. One is bent off at a weird angle, like it is broken, yet at the same time it is perfectly straight and normal. 'This is more like it,' I think. (Was doing some reading about Schrodinger's Cat recently, which may explain the fingers both being there and not.) I am so excited to have proof that I am dreaming, that I start to walk on air, actually kind of dancing around perhaps 6 inches off the ground.

I quickly turn to follow the cute half-nude teen, and in the few seconds it takes me to catch up with her, we are all now standing in a crowd at a cross between a playground and a ball field. We're at bleachers outside a short chain link fence surrounding the softball field. The girl was was half-nude is now in a uniform, preparing to play, as is getting younger before my eyes. She is now probably 16, maybe even 15, but still very hot, and in the dream, I just don't care.

I make a comment about how disappointing it is that she got dressed, and it just means more work for me, then I pull her close and start to kiss her. Being as it is my dream, she has no objections, and starts to return my kisses as I start to remove her clothes. We break the kiss for a moment as I pull her shirt over her head, and then kiss again as I start to pull down her pants.

The crowd around us are not as upset as they should be, but the game is about to start, and as I release the kiss and begin to strip off my pants and undies, her mother is urging her to run off to the field, as the game is about to start. She does, seemingly unconcerned that she is running onto the field, naked.

I'm a little upset about this, and turn to glare at the mother. After all, I was just about to have a lot of fun! But then I see the mother, and I really don't mind. She looks much like the daughter, long blonde hair, gorgeous face, even more stacked. She is perhaps around 37 to 40, and a complete knock-out. I am now nude, and I just grab her shoulders and gently push her to her knees, then shove my erection into her mouth. She just starts sucking on it.

Problem is, the dream isn't a very good dream. She's sucking like a vacuum cleaner ... even sounding kind of like one, but I'm not getting nearly as much feeling as I ought to be, from it. Meanwhile, we're in the middle of a crowd, but they can't quite see what is going on. The lady's husband wants her to come and sit with him to watch the game, and doesn't understand why she is on her knees. Even if he somehow can't see my dick in her mouth, I am halfway surprised he doesn't figure out what is going on just from her face being right in my crotch.

She seems slightly confused as she tries to respond to him, showing she herself doesn't really realize what is going on and she slurps her way off me and tries to answer him. I just push my way back into her mouth. But as I start to remove her clothes, people are having a harder and harder time not noticing what is happening, and keep approaching us. Finally, I gently wave a hand at them, and speak in a kind of hypnotic voice. I tell them they can't see us, and for a few minutes they won't even remember the woman was with it. They kind of drift away to start watching the game.

By this point, I have all the blonde's clothes off, and she is spread eagle on the ground in front of me. I start to press a large thingy into her slit, but disconcertingly, one of her legs has separated from her body. It is still moving in rhythm to what we are doing, but there is a gap of about an inch between it and the rest of her body. And still there is not nearly the amount of sensation there ought to be.

And meanwhile, though it has only been a minute or two, people are starting to gather around us, wanting to know what is happening. The husband seems to be actually figuring things out, and though it is hard for him to override what I told him, he is starting to try and get mad. So I wave my hand again, and in a more annoyed hypnotic voice am telling them they will forget she even exists for fifteen minutes. They start to drift off, but almost immediately are turning back to us again. So I wipe their minds of all memory of everything, with no time limit, figuring when I finish, I'll give them their memories back.

Problem is, it is even affecting the blonde I am with, and with no memory of anything, she is just laying there. There is almost no sensation, anyway, and this becoming completely meaningless. "Fine!" I snap, petulantly. I wave my hand and the woman is on her feet, completely dressed, as am I. She and the others wander away to the ballgame, and I just walk down the street, trying to think of something else to do, since I still know I am dreaming.

I don't know exactly how the idea comes into my head, but I somehow decide it would be fun to ride the Corkscrew, a roller coaster that used to be at Knott's Berry Farm, but was removed something like 20 years ago. I just start staring down the road, and a little in the distance, a mountain starts to come into being, and slowly the Timber Mountain Log Ride begins to appear, logs plunging down the long drop and splashing into the water. I can just barely see hints of the highest part of the Corkscrew's lift hill behind it.

I walk around the mountain and into the Roaring 20s section, but it takes some work. I have been kind of pulling this out of my mind and forcing it into the world, so things are sort of super-imposed on each other. As I try and walk into the Roaring 20s section of the park, I am walking under the freeway overpasses that were already here when I started to pull the rides into existence. Kind of neat, kind of weird, seeing freeway lanes filled with cars just disappearing into the sides of the log ride and the mine train areas.

As I move further in, I can now see almost the entire ride in front of me. But it isn't quite right. The cars should be red white and blue, but they seem to be green and yellow, and instead of riding on top of the track, they are hanging underneath, a suspended coaster. But the track itself seems right, and I am more than willing to try the Corkscrew as a suspended coaster.

A few problems, though. At first I can't find the entrance area, and when I finally do, the lines are very, very long. At one point, where the track dips to near the ground, after the lift hill and just before going into the corkscrews (the real layout of the ride), the ride almost seems to merge with the line, and people are just kind of being sucked into it. But when I get there, nothing is happening.

I decide to just bypass the line, and half-jump, half-fly up to the loading station, but as I do, the ride seems to have just shut down for the day, and there are no more cars on the track, so no matter what I do, I just can't seem to get a ride. Very frustrating!

[Oddly, while there was a lot of lucid stuff in the dream, a lot of cool dream powers and impossible things, still nothing actually worked out, and there was a lot of frustration throughout, as well. Doesn't change the fact that it was a very long, detailed, and interesting dream for me.]

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There was another very long and detailed dream earlier in the night, but unlike this one, I couldn't remember much of it. I know there were some Harry Potter bits, and lots of repetition and boring bits. I also eventually found myself in a sort of higher-class version of the Adventurers Club, sitting on a large, ornate staircase leading into the main salon wearing either a bathrobe or towel. Either way, I am probably going to be half-nude as I stand up. A couple of anonymous female performers here, and some annoying interactions with BC for some reason. Might be interesting if I could remember it in full, but as it is, not worth much.

11.13.2012

Triple Fellatio!!!! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There's a girl that I'll nickname "A" that I knew in high school in waking life in this dream. She's often a confusion for me, because there's two other "A's" that I know in waking life. Let's call her the repressed Christian girl, and she ends up being the wild one.

Then there's the other girl in my math class for this semester that I have no particular interest in, like "A" I mentioned from before. We'll just label her as "B."

Then there's one more girl, so we'll call her "C."

I'm walking around a supermarket with "A," and there's a lot of stuff I can't remember that we were doing, okay, now for the dream shift and dirty stuff. Oh, actually, I think we were looking for condoms.

Spoiler for 18+:

"A" is naked in front of me, and she's down on her knees....should've given a pillow so she wouldn't have a hard surface on her delicate skin. She's delicate, very delicate as she moves her lips closer to the head of my penis. She's doing pretty well, I don't know where she's getting this experience from (note: I'm assuming I'm actually meeting her in the dream).

She does a nice job of sliding her tongue forward as she puts the head a bit deeper. I can feel her tongue moving around, licking the rim of the head on the bottom, and her enjoying the sensitive bumps around it as well. She moves back and forth in smooth transitions, and her having her glasses on turns me on even more.

The glasses have a fairly thick black frame, and she's closing her eyes most of the time she's giving me fellatio. After a while, she has 1/4 of my penis inside her warm mouth drenched with saliva. I can feel her tongue moving around, trying to stabilize its position of having to be stuck out from her out to leave a gap of air on the bottom as she's going in.

I presumed this was the limit she can go without gagging. Nope.

She gets my member halfway in, which shocks me, and I can hear her gurgling a little, then making a gulp, probably so the saliva wouldn't choke her in advance. Smart girl.

She goes back and forth, reaching in halfway to my penis. She's not gagging, and I'm clearly not doing a reality check for this, because I doubt an innocent girl like her can do this.

Then she starts grabbing the sides of my ass, and clenches them, and then quickly moves them to the back to grope my ass. She holds on to them as well, and takes a big thrust to get every inch of my member inside her mouth.

I can feel her throat, I'm hitting her fucking throat with my dick, and she continues to show that she wants it fucked, so she holds onto my ass tighter, and thrusts her mouth in and out as if her gag reflex was nonexistent.

Her face is vibrating a little, but she's going to take one for the team!!!!!

She opens her mouth a bit, but still has her head locked in the same position. She continues moving back and forth I'm assuming, and I can't remember if I climaxed from this.

Now that we had fun with her,

The dream shifts where I'm walking with "B," and I honestly don't know how I have her in my possession now, but I did something. It feels kind of awkward being around her, since I had strong feelings that I'm just doing this to make her feel happy she's going out with someone.

Play the nice guy act, until we get to the condom section. She starts analyzing this section like a Jewish boy speculating how he can perfect his Bar Mitzvah. She starts looking for condoms that are 12 inches or more, and I look at her in fear.

Inb4PrideBroken

I started to direct to her to the 7-8 subsection instead. After that little fiasco with sustaining my fragile pride, I assume that....

Spoiler for 18+:

she's the type of girl that focuses just on the head of the penis, and gives it her all in making sure just that part is completely stimulated as much as possible. She's rolling her tongue, she's pulling out all the stops.

She wasn't as wild and risky with her throat as "A" was who completely forgets about having a gag reflex, but hey, a fellatio is a fellatio.

Now moving on to C, I can't remember exactly what happened, but I DO know that I'm getting fellatio either way, that's all that matters.

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11.13.2012

I'm Minato Namikaze (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am freaking Minato Namikaze from the Naruto Series. I'm on top of a very thin black wire, and the overall environment indicates that it's night time.

It feels like I'm in a section of Konoha, and I'm currently in a tight situation while balancing myself on the wire. It seems Lord Raikage is after me, and he's in a form where he's a blob with tentacles. I have to use my hands to move across the wire, since he can't get me fast enough if I did that.

Then it looks like he's back to his regular self, maybe his younger self or current self, it's hard to tell because I see his face is altering a lot between those periods of his life.

I try to attempt the Flying Thunder God Jutsu to escape from him by throwing a specially-marked kunai to go past him,

but he immediately predicts where I'm going, since the kunai is thrown at a linear path, and for a brief moment, things go in slow motion. As his fist gets closer and closer to my face,

I realized I had a set of kunais at a remote location, so I shifted my mind to transport myself there with another Flying Thunder God Jutsu. And Lord Raikage is confused and isn't able to catch up to me. So I managed to escape and that's all I remember.

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11.13.2012

Bananas and a Fly (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember being at a small Indian store that you would see in New York, and my mother is buying some Bananas there. As she's in the process of buying them, a fruit fly, or a regular fly manages to get on top of one of the bananas.

I get concerned about this, because I feel it's going to suck the bananas out or something, and the person over at the cash register states that it won't be a problem with the fly in the bag, that the bananas will still be good.

I didn't really buy that, but my mom falls for it and gets the bananas. The man and his wife tell us to have a good day, and we leave.

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11.13.2012

Get Out (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember Curtis Payne from Tyler Perry's "House of Payne" telling me to get out, because I entered the wrong section of a building where only members could have access to I guess. Well, they should've made security tighter if all I had to was open the freaking the door.

I said, "Yes, sir," and looked at Calvin Payne and asked him what's the right entrance for me to go through, and he mentions that it's all the way behind him and the building. I forget what I did next.

Jungle Fever

I was at my grandparents, though it looked completely different. I saw a barn type structure, though it was just a long shed.

I then noticed that the shed was gone. This was a throwback to a tree that I grew up knowing at my grandparents house, but one year they had to cut it down.

I was disappointed, but then found a pin. It was used for compost, but it was empty now, and the ground was rich. I thought I could raise chickens in that pin.

Dream Skip

I'm in bed. A naked black girl is sitting on the floor with her back against my bed. I commented on her olive skin. She was black, but she also had some heritage from a country where skin is dark, but not black.

I asked if she would come to my bed. She asked why? She continued answering saying something like, "So I can be up there with you?"

I then realized this was a dream. I also realized I didn't have much time. I somehow knew that my alarm had already gone off once and would sound again within 5 minutes, which is the interval in which it sounds.

I quickly got out of bed and pulled my underwear down. I picked her up and put her in the bed. She was heavy. I picked her up so her head would be on the pillow.

I couldn't believed how pretty her skin was, especially against my white skin. I started to put it in. I got it in a couple inches and my alarm sounded. I woke up.

My alarm was under my pillow. This means it had already gone off once. I picked up my phone and put it under my pillow so that the alarm wouldn't be so loud the second time.

The point of that is to say that I started dreaming within five minutes of waking up for the morning. This is obviously very typical timing, but confirmed.

Lucid
Advanced ToTM
Basic ToTM


I am in a mall with some friends. I'm sitting on a bench, looking at some food stalls. My mind is kinda blank, and suddenly I wonder how I got there. I become lucid and plug my nose to be sure. I get up, start sprinting, and I phase through everything. I figure out that sooner or later I'll end up outdoors. I stop mid-stride because I see a classmate of mine arguing with her boyfriend. Then ZAP!*

I am in a mall with some friends. I'm sitting on a bench, looking at some food stalls. My mind is kinda blank, and I have the feeling this has happened before. I realize I just had this dream a moment ago, and that I even became lucid. Once again, I become very aware of the dream. I try to think of the tasks I wanted to do, and I remember the tasks of the month. I can't find any writing materials, so I walk up to one of the food stalls. It has a small fridge with a clear door, and some drinks inside. It must be very chilly in there because the glass was very foggy with small ice crystals on the surface. I point my finger over the glass, thinking about the word NOVEMBER. I start writing it backwards, creating letters by clearing the crystal fog: R-E-M... Wait what. Why did I write REM? Lol. I try again, successfully this time. R-E-B-M-E-V-O-N. Surprisingly, the letters don't change or morph. I double-check my work two more times, until I am satisfied that I spelt it right.*

I walk away from the stall and think about my next task – hunting a turkey. But before I could do anything...ZAP!

I am in a mall with some friends. I am sitting on a bench, looking at some food stalls. I immediately become lucid a third time, thinking how weird it is that the dreams seem to be restarted from the same point over and over again. At this point my awareness is quite good, having been lucid just moments ago. I still have my turkey task in mind, so I close my eyes and imagine seeing my preferred weapon beside me when I open them. I reopen my eyes and sure enough, there it is. A 17th century crossbow gun. It looks even cooler in person! It looks brand new, wooden, with little golden details in swirly patterns. I grab it, and at first I fidget with it because I am unsure about how to hold it, plus it was heavier than I expected. I eventually figure it out, and for some reason I forget about the weight. I approach the same food stall I approached for the spelling task. I grab the fridge handle, close my eyes and pull it open. At once, a turkey came out of it, clucking as it trots away. Then another one comes out, and another, and another. Finally, after about 5 turkeys have gone away, I start to run after them with my crossbow. I have my eye on one of the turkeys, which has just turned a corner. I sprint after it, slipping slightly on the floor every few meters or so. I don't even notice all the people in the mall gazing at me.*

The turkey stops by one of the ATM's in the far corner, a few feet from a dude withdrawing money from the machine. I am about 75 meters from it. I aim my crossbow at the turkey, and I fire away. There is a distinct snapping sound as the arrow shoots into the air. I realize I'm a really bad shot, because I didn't hit the turkey. Oh sh*t I just hit the dude. He limps down to the floor without a sound. Without a second thought, I aim the crossbow at the turkey again, with a new arrow magically in place. I fire, and imagine the arrow hitting the turkey. And it does. The arrow pierces the turkey's throat, and it falls to the floor, dead and bloodied. I run up to the turkey (who cares about the dude? ) and I grab it by the leg. Then some bystander who watched the whole thing yelled "WHAT ABOUT THAT POOR MAN YOU SHOT!?" I turn to the bystander, take a step back, and throw the dead turkey at him. He runs away, and I start walking away too, thinking about the awesomeness of what I just did.

I walk to one of the food stalls, looking for something to drink. There is nothing particularly on my mind, so this must be why I start to lose lucidity and eventually drift into a short nonlucid about my family before I finally wake up.

11-12-12

Due to not writing this down upon waking, I have lost my memory of a fair amount of it. (I didn't want to write it down because there was just SO MUCH to it!)

At the beginning, I was doing something I don't remember, and then I went into this sort of cafe/floral mall. After exploring around a bit (man, I LOVE exploring!), I ended up working there for the day. At the end of the day, there occurs a gap in my memory.

Anyways. When my memory picks up, I'm on a shore talking to someone that reminds me of my dad about some destination or something. He hands me an advanced volt meter just like my dad has back home and turns the dial to a certain setting. He told me to input a certain set of numbers that seem much like coordinates, and I did. The screen flickered, and then started up like a colored pixel display. (e.g., an LCD.) A horizon appeared on it, and as I would tilt the meter, the image would shift. The image also would shift relative to some unseen variable, and I assumed (accurately) that I was to keep it stabilized -- with both the horizon and the sun, centered, in view.
As I did, we began to float and then to fly away from the shore we had been standing on. We flew in a straight line toward the sun, and soon we were flying over parallel, minecraft-style (read: blockish) outcroppings on a shallows. An out-of-place tree was on one of the outcroppings.
Outcroppings? I don't know... like a sandbar, but made of secure dirt. With grass. Like in Minecraft.

Quickly we arrived at the shore, and all the land about us was like im Minecraft, except it was like the generation algorithms were actually accurate to real life. (sans dirtbar-outcroppings)
I don't remember what we did there or what the purpose was in us going there, but I do remember that it was a pretty awesome if not somewhat mystic sort of place.


Another breaks occurs in my memory, and then I'm in my dorm room (sort of). A is there, and she's reeeeaaaaly tired. I'm pretty much hugging her nearly-bare self to keep her from falling in a heap onto the floor. I look to the other person in the room (Maybe J or M) and ask the something, but they're "not sure".
I decide to lay A down on the bed, but when I do she pulls me down on top of her. I realize that she's already completely fallen asleep and decide to just forget it (that is, whatever it was I was worrying about) and go to bed there.
And so, for the first time ever, I actually fall asleep in my dream.

When I woke to real life, I could still feel her sleeping there, even though I was alone.

11.11.2012

Father is Angry, Meeting Morpheus, Zune HD Near Death, Fighting Agent Smiths, Tailed Beast Rasengan (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Decided to do some narrating (in waking life mind you) for my tulpa, and asked her if she can help me recall all of this detail. Seems it's working out pretty well, considering I didn't do a WBTB whatsoever.

It seems I quickly turned off the laptop alarm to wake me up within an hour and 5 minutes, and I didn't want to risk using the other alarm that does get me up, because I might've forgotten to set it to another time to prepare the apartment, since I'll be having a guest for the week.

Anyway, whether or not it's just me being able to get major snippets in images of the dreams, or her actually providing me with them, since after all, she is a construct of my mind, I'm glad I'm involving her into helping me recall these things, and ACTUALLY have a bit of a longer syntax, and a few out of norm vocabularly that I'm too lazy to bother using nowadays.

Anyway, on to the dream.


I hear a doorbell ringing, and I'm inside a house that I've been to in waking life. It's either early morning or late night. The door is opened, and I quickly somehow concealed myself outside. The only way that's possible are:

1. I had a short dream shift
2. I phased through the walls
3. I teleported myself
4. I transported myself
5. *Insert weirdness of dreams defying logic here*

I noticed that my father is wearing an army uniform from top to bottom, faded green torso and pants, with brown boots and faded dark yellow rubbery soles. I'm hiding between the edge of a wall, and the middle of an intersection of it that would split into another wall that would be coming towards you when you're looking at this screen.

I peeked over to see my father confused on why the door would be opened in the first place. He starts to move around a bit, still puzzled. Like the moment he went through the door, you know how someone automatically states something because they assume you're there?

Here's how it went.

He comes in, he starts saying (I can't remember exactly)

"*insert sentence that ends up being cutoff*------------"

He stops, pauses, looks around, and then I finally decided to come out of my hiding place. He turns around and I smile at him, trying to show that I was just being a little playful with him. I realized I'm seeing myself in third person perspective, but at the same time, I'm interchanging between spectator mode and direct third person view.

I also noticed I'm wearing black clothing overall. Black Jacket that extends near my knees, black dress shirt, and black dress pants. My attempt at trying to play around with my father by hiding and then showing myself to him, like some kind of naive kid who thinks babies come from storks, is automatically disowned.

His visage clearly shows he didn't approve of me joking around, obviously because he had the conception that we were missing, went somewhere else with the house wide opened, or were completely oblivious to the door being opened while doing random things in the house.

He tries to say something in anger from my actions, but stops immediately and just makes the sucking sound when you suck where the sides of your mouth close in on your teeth, and you suck them backwards. I felt awkward at his reaction, and I felt like I did something horribly wrong by doing all of this.

I tried to kill the awkwardness by randomly stating that my mother is currently showering, so she wasn't able to come out immediately to open the door. But this doesn't work.

The dream shifts a bit and it seems he has a guest, and he looks exactly like Morpheus. Morpheus is wearing a black suit jacket that extends all the way down near his ankles, 5 inches above it I'd presume. I have the assumption that this is Oneironaut Zero, and I get closer to him.

Morpheus seems to be really passive in this dream, and I'm still holding on to the conviction that he was Oneironaut Zero for some reason, and I think I gave him a little poke to the arm. He turns around and says,

"Oh!"

"Who are you?"

Note: I still believed he was Oneironaut Zero in this dream at the time, and I state, "I'm Linkzelda"

He responds, "Oh really? Heh."

I reply back, with passive disappointment that he doesn't remember me, "Yep, I'm him." The dream now shifts where I'm sitting on a simple brown rectangular table that has its longer sides perpendicular to me. My father is in front, and I believe Morpheus is either on the left side, or sitting with my father.

I think my mother is on the right, which is a bit odd, but anyway, Morpheus starts stating some things I can't remember, and by this point, I'm not sure if I still believed that he was Oneironaut Zero. I just treat him like any other dream character that I'm having a passive awareness while conversing with him.

It seems some of my answers irritate my father, and I look at him. He makes an awkward facial expression of his mouth hanging down slightly, eying at me weirdly. I look at him and felt awkward from this awkwardness.

Then I sublimated that energy into passive-aggressiveness. I wanted to be pissed at him, but I didn't want to do it in front of two people, excluding him and me. I just get up from the chair slowly, building up my rage, still sublimating it passively with the conviction I occasionally conform to when I do get pissed:

I did so by spreading my arms out, with my palms facing him, and fingers completely spread apart. I indirectly gave him my response of "You know what, fuck this shit, it's useless getting pissed at you" basically.

I slowly walk backwards, with my head facing the floor, and I don't even dare stare at him from this point. The moment I turned my back to make it face him, I started to let the rage sublimate a bit more through my facial expressions, still keeping it all silent from him and the two other DCs there.

I go into my room, close it normally, even though I wanted to slam it harder and faster. My room isn't the room that I recall from the house I was at temporarily in waking life, but the rest of the house before I came in here was mostly identical.

The overall color in the room is brown, but based on my passive awareness to focus on my peripheral vision, there's a but of maroon or dark red mixed in with the brown. I look on a small light brown table, and noticed my Zune HD is there.

Okay, guess I can listen to some music and calm myself down from this whole bullshit interaction with my father's random aggressiveness at me. I take my Zune HD and place it on my right hand. I can't really feel the cold contact of the metal being dormant, but I feel something in my hand.

Then before I turn it on, I start analyzing it more, and realized there's something wrong with it. The back of it seems to be slipping off fairly easy, and this makes me worry. I start believing that this Zune HD is close to being useless and not workable anymore.

I started to get worried that $150-180 (the range amount I paid for before the price changed) at the time would be going to waste. I look at my Zune HD, and it turns on, but not the way it's supposed to be.

Instead of having a progressive loading bar starting from the bottom until it reached the top, a light blue screen that's a little smaller than the Zune's screen size pops up. Kind of like how if you have a Gamecube and have no disc, or it can't read a disk, the transparent cube shows up.

In this case, it's like that, except it's a slightly 3d-ish rectangle that's parallel to the Zune HD's standard vertical position. There's black font that states how I could pay $70 or an amount near that to repair my Zune HD, instead of having to pay $150 for it again.

I get confused, because my Zune HD is on, so why would I need to worry? Unless it was some kind of emergency feature that was built into it for this moment. Then the words transitioned to prompt me a message of something related to the Zune HD probably having contact with water before.

What???

I overhear my mother talking to my father in relation to how I expressed how pissed I was from him being pissed at me for no apparent reason. I started to block out their conversation, and proceeded to sit on the small bed next to me on the right. I decided to lie down on my back with my arms folded upwards so that my elbows face the ceiling.

I started to have random thoughts:

It's hard to verify if this was a separate dream, or all at once, so I'll just put it here and assume it was just one dream, because it had some kind of similar pattern

One noticeable one was that I was running around the HECC building at my university, and agent-Smith like DCs were coming after me. I started to run calmly and swiftly. The overally atmosphere in this environment during this speculative mindset was light gray. It felt like it would become night time soon, or that it could possibly rain.

The building that looked like the HECC building forms into something else I assume when I decided to open the glass door. There were these wooden chairs with a soft red cushion on top of the seating base.

They were all lined up, and I decided to go near them and align them at random positions to confuse the Agent Smith. I started to do random movements to dodge them. I was using my hands to do a lot of handstands and twisting and flexing my body around.

I was confusing the agents, and I'm not even sure if I have full control of my body, but I let whatever is happening happen. I think I recall at some point, either when the dream in this speculative mindset I'm in reset where I was wearing a golden eagle mask, and was doing things much faster than before.

It's hard to recall if it was a dream reset, or a part that I forgot and realized later on...

Then I had another dream shift where I thought I couldn't use the Rasengan or the Rasenshuriken, and because of this, I was annoyed, and I still felt like the agents were coming after me. From this rage, it seems I was unconscious of how I made a gesture when Naruto was trying to form the Tailed Beast Rasengan in episode 264 in the anime.

It didn't really feel heavy forming the Tailed Beast Rasengan, and I'm not sure if I'm really forming it at all, but I'm still locked into the position where I have my arms out into a circle trying to balance the heaviness.

From there, I'm not sure what happens next.

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11.11.2012

1-Q Formula (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember being in a dark room, all by myself. I was most likely preparing to go to sleep, and I have a lot of recollection of thoughts of what I did in the dream, or at least implanted memories on what I could've done or didn't do at all.

Either way, the room I'm in is like the interior of an Asian mini-temple house with the light doors made of wood and paper-like material that you would have to slide horizontally to open or close. The overall color, despite of the darkness that's pretty strong here is brown, dark brown specifically.

The flooring however, is vanilla white, a bit rough since it seems to be thousands or hundreds of thousands of fine fabric perpendicularly on top of each other. As I'm going to sleep, I keep myself half-awake, and my eyes 1/4 open. Someone comes in, and it's some random blonde dream character. He gets a white paper that was on the floor at the time, and he gets a black ink ballpoint pen to write some number along with a letter equaling some kind of value.

I believe the closest association I can recall of what it could've been was:

1-Q = *insert value here*

I know for sure he had a value entered in, and while he's writing the formula, he messes up in between, but quickly scratches it and writes the formula correctly. He puts the paper down and puts his pen back in his pocket.

I'm asking my tulpa how the person looked like, and here's the image that she's giving me:

He was a teenager, or a young adult my age. He had a white cap on that was turned backwards, and he was wearing an orange shirt with red lining near the edges of the open sleeved sports jersey shirt he had on. His pants were most likely black, and he was fairly skinny.

He seemed to be around my height, give or take a few inches, and it had curly dirty blond hair, but that could've been the cap that made it looked curly. He seemed like a friendly person, despite me being creeped out he went into this room while I still had my eyes 1/4 the way opened.

That's all I recall for this one.

Gamzee has gone sober.
And I was there.
He was horrifying. It was sickenly vivid. I saw everything. Everything that he did to those trolls. Like Nepeta.
This was honestly a weird dream. I never really get dreams about homestuck, cartoons, animes, game, and stuff like that.
I ended up with Karkat. We were hiding together, in a cold and dark cave. He was telling me that it was all my fault. My fault then we ended up here. He was clearly stressed out. We hated each other, really. We heard the honking of the horns, and I saw Gamzee's feet. The honking got more aggressive. For a split second, in my view, everything was sketchy and Gamzee was just... terrifying. Blood of all colors were on his face, all over his body. Karkat came closer to me, and tried to use me as a shield. I refused. Gamzee limped closer to use and we backed away. Then it was that moment. Things were eerie and sketchy. Blood was dripping from the walls of the caves. The blood was all over my shirt. It was on my face. It was buried in my nails that made me think, did I claw them, or something?
Then everything was back to normal. But Gamzee was closer to Karkat. Right up to his face. He was about to throw the bat at him. Behind Karkat was a deep pit from my point of view. He was on the edge and almost fell off. Karkat was crying.
Here we go again. The walls and floors, even the ceilings were painted in bright and dark colors. Every single color of the trolls. Of the rainbow. I honestly thought it was pretty. It lasted more than the last few times it happened...
I quickly ran to them, and pushed Gamzee off of the cliff.
Don't know why. Don't know how. Something, someone forced me. I saw grey, transparent arms grasping my arms and leg, pushing me over to him, forcing against my will to push him.
KK curled up in a ball, hugging his knees, and started to cry.
This mode didn't stop.
For the rest of the dream, everything was weird. It was eerie, and sketchy. Everything was scribbled.
Everything looked like it wasn't worth my time.

Nov. 9, 2012
4:00am-6:00am (the time period for all these dreams)

Before these dreams, I would like to say that I woke up to go to the bathroom at around 2:50am. My dad was also on the computer in the other room at this time, and I couldn't fall back to sleep until 4:00am, which is when these events take place:

I can't remember anything about this dream other than I gained lucidity at the end of it, then woke up immediately due to excitement. I didn't realize it when I woke up.

When I woke up, I barely moved if at all. I was confused about why the dream collapsed. I went back to sleep almost immediately.

I remember something about my mom in this dream; no idea what :/. What I do remember is being in a hotel with my grandmother. She was sleeping in the hotel room's bed on the left side when facing the bed. I was standing right next to the place she was sleeping. There was a bubble-like force field around the bed. It was spinning very fast and was colorful and a little transparent. It was called a sphere of confusion and, for some reason, it was associated with my grandmother. I walked around the bed, careful not to touch the force field. When I got to the other side, I walked through the force field. When I did, I gained lucidity and became trapped in a void of blackness. I felt as though I was kind of falling, but not really. I quickly woke after that.

I didn't move at all when I woke up. This time, I realized the reason I couldn't keep the dream going was due to too much excitement. I fell back to sleep after a few seconds, and quickly started dreaming.

This time, it was a false awakening. I got out of my bed and did a reality check (probably looked at the time). I became lucid. This time I remembered I had to stabilize the dream, so I looked at my hands and rubbed them together. Then my third lucid dream of my life really began.

I started to imagine a scene where I could see naked women (lulz I'm a huge pervert in LD's). I closed my eyes and imagined a beach. When I opened them, there was a beach, with all the waves and ocean. I found an empty lawn chair with an umbrella up and sat in it. Soon after, I was watching some horny-looking naked women walk up to me in slow motion. One I remember very well was a naked Hispanic chick with the biggest breasts in the world, pretty much. They were humongous. They were as big as really big beach balls. I think she was the last one I saw. After that, I wanted to have sex. For some reason, I imagined a theater; an opera theater. I was in the rightmost path for the seats, very close to the stage. People were in the seats, watching the show, but I wasn't paying much attention to them. On the stage, there were many sexy women in very skimpy outfits dancing for the audience. There were also some props on the stage: a piano, a very long table, and an art canvas. The women were standing on top of them. The one woman who really stood out was a woman in her 20's standing on the part of the table closest to me. She had the skimpiest outfit on, which was very transparent fabric. You could see everything on her. This made me horny, so for some reason, I made my way to the bathroom, which was a public bathroom. They were on opposite sides of the theater, with the women's bathroom on the left and the men's bathroom on the right. I didn't go directly into the women's bathroom, but I went into the men's one because it was closer and I had the intention to sneak into the women's bathroom from there. When I entered it, there was a giant glass window that divided the men's from the women's. I saw a really beautiful girl who I had the intention to have sex with. I walked over to a hallway that went INTO the women's bathroom. It was then that I lost my lucidity.

I couldn't remember much in the theater after I lost lucidity (I might have gone behind the stage and seen a very sexy show, with pink and blue lights). I do remember ending up at a mansion. Apparently, there was a business party going on there. Everyone was very classy and wore suits and dresses. I found this cute Korean chick (probably to do with this Korean girl I knew from second grade) with a red dress in the lower floors. She was being asked out by some random guy. The Korean chick said yes to him, and I naturally felt jealous. She then came over to me and said "Come on," like we were very friendly. We went over to the lowest floor (because the mansion was just one giant room, really) where there was a desk. Someone I know from school, named Jn, came over and asked out the Korean chick. He was dressed really fancy with a suit and tie and everything. She said she already had a date, and Jn said "Okay," and walked away. We then talked about stuff I don't remember. I eventually turn around and see that the parking lot (which is also on the lowest floor) was flooded. People were panicking and trying to get to their cars to drive away. The place I was was perfectly fine though. The dream ended there and I woke up.

amusement park
i was walking through a really crowded amusement park and following a random person while my 2 youngest siblings followed me....we were going to go on the bounce castle.....there were a few with different things in them....i looked down because there were steps...and my feet weren't touching the ground...more like low gravity than flying.....i got lucid but got so excited and my dc distracted me that i lost it....the one bounce thing had slides, and arcade, and a washing machine in it...i screwed up the laundry by accidentally burning it with the iron

lake
i was swimming in a small lake.....and i kept finding small boats underwater....so i took them out so i could fix them...i was after a canoe and found myself standing on the ground of the lake...which turned out to be a pool.....and the water was held back by a golden light so he could paint the place and people could still swim.....i took the rest of the boats easily (the ground was dry and there was no water in them) and walked them to the opposite shore without getting wet or needing to breath.....then i helped him stir paint....the whole thing was in a building and fully painted when i took the last boat out

pool
i was in a pool like the one at university..there was a lady who had pool noodles and was teaching a group of about 7year olds how to swim...and there was another guy at the other end of the pool doing the same thing...but no one from the class wanted to be near him.....there were 2 guys holding a this dc guy under water....he turned into a teen and i got him back out.....then they did it again..so i got the guy out of the water and at the same time took the rope he was using to tie the other guy underwater and tied him down.....the other guy rescued him but it gave us enough time to get out of the water safely.......then this lady saw us asked what happened and i told her but left out the bit where i did what the guy was doing back to him......and i got a lecture about revenge not being good because it's just going to keep going and that i should have told her.....she was a lifeguard or swim coach or something

street
i was with this dc....and we were at the house of an old lady who wanted us to help someone....there were bikers outside that we had to avoid by hiding....and we found her on the ground with a bunch of smashed glass and blood on the ground....i directed large trucks around us because we were in the middle of the road.....i carried her inside and put her on a chair while the dc i was with went to tell the old lady she was fine....than the girl locked me in her living room and said she was going to burn the place down (she thought it was my house)....i petted the cats and took out my cell phone to text the dc that went out that the girl is an arsonist and woke up irl

the most normal and likely to happen dream (the amusement park) is the one where i go lucid....but the ones where i breath underwater are seen as not dreams to me....but yay on my first lucid in a while

note: xanax

Thoughts | Non-Lucid | Lucid | Techniques/Aids

Bedtime 10:30PM-9:00AM
3 8% Beers, 200MG B6 WBTB+400MG B6 Alarm 3:30AM WILD

Alright time to get back on track with the DJ. I have not had much mental focus waking or sleeping. I have been blowing through every WBTB alarm only to get get up later just to pee or take some B6 and then I pass out completely. I did manage to sleep later this morning and I have a few half dreams during a WILD attempt but I lost focus before it became a full dream. Also I know I lost many more dreams. I was just too lazy to record them. What a Shame.

Whore House 4:42AM

I am in a whore house buying whores. I buy one for $25 just short term. I get tired of waiting for the first one so I buy another for $125 for a longer time. The transactions are like buying things in Skyrim. All menu based.

I know both women are beautiful blondes but I want a closer look at the second. I focus my eyes and her face gets shifty. Then she looks like an old hag from Skyrim. I make a comment and say, "Take that shit off." She discards her skin like a mask and is beautiful again.

I end up outside for something. I am waiting again. It looks like the outside of Trade-X. I see J from work with some dude. They walk by and I get embarrassed. I get into my car. I think I will just tell him that I am here for the gambling. I find some blue raffle tickets and hold them in my hand.

Now I am back in the building. The second woman I paid for is waiting with the first. I dismiss the first because I paid more for the second. Now she looks like an old crack addict. I get disgusted and say, "I'll take the first one who is a pretty blonde. I don't suppose you would give me my money back?"
She smiles and I see her rotten teeth. "Nope sure won't"

I find the other in a loft. She is in bed. There is some random dude sleeping a few feet away but I ignore him. I lay down with the woman. I am shocked to realize she is a virgin.

The "Buffen" 7:12AM semi-lucid

This was a long dream and I have a strong feeling that I was lucid at the beginning but lost is at some point and fell non-lucid. Or course I can really remember much but emotions and brief images so I won't be counting this one.

I am doing something down the street in my neighborhood. I see a woman sit down on a park bench. She is in awe and amazement. I recognize her clothes and face. She is wearing a grey skin tight jump suit with a black leather belt and boots. Her face looks a lot like the lady from Price Cutter.

I sit down next to her. I say, "I know all about you. It weird isn't it?
"How do you know?" She looks even more puzzled.
"Well, I am not a Grimm and I am not a Wessen but you are a Buffen." Now I get a flood of "memory". I remember (like the book Altered Carbon) people have a memory stack in the base of their skull and memories and personality can be downloaded to a new body at anytime. People who do that and are put into a body other than their own are called Buffen. (only in this dream) I tell her about all this and how I was once in her body. Then I remember being naked and playing with myself while I was a woman. Then I get horny and we make out very heavily. For some reason I can feel some sort of lip piercings and her teeth are bumping my teeth. It feels odd but I don't care.

It almost turns to sex when every stops. I am in my recliner on the laptop. I see a webpage. I can see the words but I am reading it in my mind.
"The no sex clause in dreams"
I "remember" that my wife made me agree to this and anytime I start to dream this it automatically stops me. (semi-lucid)

Then I am back to kissing the woman. The her piercings split and press my lips. The sensation is too odd to describe. I hear a sound like a robotic purr. Something like I heard in my Matrix or similar movie.

The world around me collapses and my awareness shifts to my physical body in bed.

Fragments

The lucid feeling and me trying to focus really hard on seeing something but can't do it.

Half Dream - Mute dream guide

I am in strong HI/HH and I see a woman who is clearly from India. I try to do active things to keep in the hypno-state. She keeps staring at me intensely. I try to ignore her but can't. I look at her closely. She is very dark for an Middle-Eastern. She has a red dot on her forehead. She is wearing a pale purple wrap around blouse with blue jeans. Her hair is jet black and sleek. It is long and brushed to the side. It is a very clear and stable image. I can see all the details in her face. The only odd this is her eyes. They are black but there are no "whites". The whites are flesh color. I ask her in my mind, "What do you want?" She gestures to my left. She will not or cannot talk. I try to ignore her but she is persistent. I see her change into a some type of blutbad wessen in the corner of my eye. It catches my attention and when I look she is normal.
"Are you trying to tell me something?"
She gestures again. Pointing
"You want me to follow you?"
She throws her hands up in a way that makes me think. "Finally you get it, moron!"
I follow her on a street in a big city. There are no other people. I watch her closely the entire time. She changes constantly. She stays a female but she turns into many different woman. All races, skin types, and hair color. A few times I get attracted to her and try to have sex with her. Every time she is patient and pushes me away.

At some point during our walk. I ask her if she was my dream guide. She nods "yes" and I can sort of see and exasperated expression on her face but she still doesn't speak. I feel like she thinks I am so stupid. The whole time I am following behind her and I can only see her from a back angle but up close. I continue to study her as she morphs and changes.

Then I lose focus and my body gets uncomfortable. I forget to ignore that and I roll over and lose it. I was so close.

Domestic Violence [DILD]

I remember becoming lucid in my house with my cousins P and G, although I don't actually remember ever seeing G (at least not clearly). He disappeared at one point while he and P were playing hide and seek. I was gaining clarity as I pulled P out from under the couch, having fallen asleep. He got up and sat on the couch and I decided to walk around smashing things. This lucid was very stable so I was pretty excited that I could get really worked up without waking up. I just knocked over and smashed stuff around the house for a while, like our HD TV, and then I went over to the living room dining table (which I didn't realize until after waking up was actually our old table). It was set up to be a perfect circle (it can be changed) and I picked it up with two hands on the rim and threw it into the air. I did that a few times, then thought to myself "Hold on a sec, what am I doing?" I put it down, then picked it up effortlessly with a single hand, took it into the den, and threw it like a frisbee back into the living room. I ran up to it and caught it on my finger before it hit anything, and I'm pretty sure it actually did turn into a frisbee during that. After that I turned around and saw our DVD bookcases which were kind of treated like one huge bookcase. I picked it up and tried to smash it into the wall but it didn't make a dent. Then I just decided to pick it up like a broadsword and take it back to my room and start smashing my computer and my desk. After everything there was adequately destroyed the dream started becoming blurry, and I woke up.