memorable

Dream - Lucid

I was watching something that looked like Pokemon with Jake on the TV in the living room of my house. It was nighttime, and I was gonna try to sleep, so I paused the show. Then, Jake unpaused it. We kept going back and forth like that, until I got irritated and told Jake I was trying to sleep, and that's why I was pausing it.

~

I was watching some movie, or was involved in some movie-like situation, where the woman who plays Dr. Cameron on House was a photographer, though she looked like the character she played briefly on How I Met Your Mother, Zooey. Yes, that's right, I was in the band again at my old high school. My old band teacher wanted some photos of apartments made. Apparently, this got done every year. My band teacher really liked her photography for some reason. She was supposed to be taking pictures of apartments for him. He started to look at them, and they were obscure pictures. Like weird pictures of inside the apartments. I remember one being of right outside the apartment, the stairs leading up to it and the sign above the door which read "APARTMENT".

Well, the band teacher didn't like that. He was looking for pictures of the apartments from a bird's eye view, not this weird abstract stuff. He fired her, and then, someone told her she was going to die at 25. She didn't believe it, since she was 24, but apparently, she did end up dying.

Leonardo DiCaprio was in there somewhere too, but I'm not sure where he came into play.

I was going to some high school reunion thing (IWL a couple of weeks ago I went to a brief choir reunion to sing the National Anthem at my old high school's 10 year anniversary, where they named the football stadium). I remember Kayla being there. I put my purse in a locker in the girl's locker room, which, in the dream, was underneath the stadium. Many other people were there as well. The lockers were very tiny, and I didn't have a lock, so I just put my things in a locker in the middle of the wall of tiny lockers and hoped for the best.

I also saw a girl I knew of in high school and actually met and had classes with in college, Megan H. In IWL, she's very conservative and Christian. In the dream, she was a photographer, and only put on the front of being very conservative and religious, though I seemed to be one of the only ones who could see that. She had apparently gotten in big trouble with the law at some point, like gotten arrested, but I'm not sure why. She still acted like her bubbly, Christian self in the dream, though it seemed almost strained. She came up to me with a smile and started talking to me. She was holding a camera.

Megan, Kayla, and I all went up into the stadium, which was HUGE and very packed with people who had gone to the high school in the past 10 years. It was nighttime outside. As we were walking, I heard the brass players that were on the field play this one chord, and I got annoyed, because they were going to start playing some silly song that they always played in high school (the brass sections were such goof-offs in high school IWL -_-). They were a few of the brass players that went to high school with me. I remember specifically a trumpet player named Micheal being down there. They were wearing their high school band uniforms.

We sat down on the far right edge towards the top of the stadium. Megan sat behind me, and I think Kayla as well. Megan started to talk and talk and talk to us. I turned around to listen. She started talking about weaves, and some black guy with, and I quote, "plastic in his hair". A big black girl with a weave and a white V-neck shirt that was sitting next to Megan (who btw is very white haha) turned to her and said "Mmmhmm!" as if she was agreeing. I then turned back around, and everyone around us was quiet and turned around staring at us, as if they were waiting for us to shut up so they could do the National Anthem or something. I felt a little embarrassed at first, but Megan kept obliviously talking, and I just ignored the stares since I had barely said a word; it was all Megan. I then thought about a waking life memory, how the choir alumni had been down there a couple weeks prior doing the National Anthem instead of the band alumni.

Then, I wanted to check my phone for the time or something, but it was dead. I would hold down the button, but it wouldn't turn on. I had had a feeling it was going to die, since when I had gotten there the battery was so low. I got up to leave during this part for some reason, when everyone was waiting quietly for the National Anthem. I was the only one getting up to leave. I started to go down a stairway that lead to underneath the stadium, but the dance team was under there doing some slow, almost interpretive dance, and then behind them, I saw pom-poms and only a little bit of the cheerleaders. I went down another way.

I was then back at the lockers, and lots of people were there again. Part of the wall and lockers had been removed, and you could see to the other side of the wall, which was the guy's locker room, I believe. It reminds me now of Minecraft; it looked as if "blocks" had been removed from the wall. I asked someone who did this, and I think they said some Freshman girl did it or something. At any rate, my locker was still there. As I opened it to grab my purse, I hoped no one had stolen anything. I felt the bottom of my purse to see if I could feel everything that was in there. I was especially checking for my wallet. At first, I didn't feel it, but then I did. Thank goodness!

I checked my phone again, and it was still dead. It came on very briefly, and then died again.

I was then riding home with Megan's family. Megan's dad was driving. We got into my neighborhood, and he dropped me off at where my street starts so I had to walk a couple houses down to get to my place. I got out, and was holding this blue notebook. Papers and folders were crammed into it and falling out. I was trying to get it all together, when I said to Megan's dad
"I've been unemployed for 9 months," and I said other things as well, but I can't remember what. We had been talking about how I'd been, I guess.
He responded with
"Good morning, Superman." He smiled when he said this.

I then woke up.

~

I was at my college again, but it was like it was mixed with Minecraft. I remember going through some caves, seeing obsidian and torches and some wooden doors. I saw lots of zombies too, and they would change appearance randomly with the light levels. I killed them.

Then, I was heading out of the cave and onto the campus. A tall, handsome, kind-looking Arab man then approached me. He didn't speak English very well. He offered me a single pink rose, and asked me to walk him to class. He told me his name, but it was something really complicated, so I can't remember it, and couldn't throughout the dream. Anyway, I took his hand, and I walked him to his class. We were walking over blocky, stone Minecraft terrain that was imposed on the campus. It was daytime outside. We talked while we went to his class.

This happened again too, where he found me standing at another cave entrance, and asked me to walk him to his class. He gave me another single pink rose, and we walked around campus to his class. He was so kind, a very sweet person whom I really enjoyed being around. This time, before we parted, I gave him a big hug. It was so warm and loving, a beautiful embrace. We lingered for a while, just hugging.

For a little bit, I thought about how JP had been represented in some of my dreams as an Indian or Middle-Eastern man. I then thought that this man was nothing like JP or the character that represented him, and carried on, walking by myself now that the Arab man was gone to class.

Then, he stopped showing up. I was really upset, because I knew it was because the dean of the school, who looked like my old high school principal, Mr. Nolan, didn't like him because he was Arab, which automatically made him "suspicious", as if he were a terrorist or something. I was absolutely furious. The area I was in at this point was cave-like, and had another, older looking Arab guy around, and some other people as well. I think I asked him where the other guy went. When I asked, I simply referred to him as Ahmed, because I couldn't remember his complicated name. I don't remember what he said, though I already knew what happened. I was going to take action; this was absolutely disgusting and ridiculous.

I went into the dean's office. Apparently, Mr. Nolan wasn't there that day, and the guy standing in for him looked kind of like an old assistant principal, Mr. Lichens, except for he had a bowl cut and was much skinnier than the real Mr. Lichens. He had the same color hair, red, and glasses though, as the IWL Lichens does. He looked up as I entered. I immediately started to go off. I began by throwing a small object, and yelling, filled with rage, (this isn't word-for-word, but it's as close as I can remember it)
"I quit this school! You bastards, Ahmed is not a terrorist! He is a nice person who just wants to learn! You're just afraid! Not every Arab is like Osama bin Laden!"
I'm sure I said some other things too. Lichens lookalike started to look angry the second I started to yell. I stormed out, and he immediately got on the phone with Mr. Nolan, telling him that I just quit the school, which I could hear through the door I had come through. God damn, I was angry. I was so very, very angry. It was so unfair that they did this! I turned around and yelled at the door, hoping he could hear me through it as I could hear him. I think I called them bastards again.

I was then standing with some people, one I remember being a girl named Melissa that worked at the job I recently quit. She was standing with another girl, apparently her partner. They were so in love, it was so sweet. I hugged Melissa, and she was whispering to me about how happy and in love she was with this other girl. I was very happy for them.

I was then getting some things out of a cubby in the band room from high school. My tennis shoes were in there. I thought about all the high school band kids there.

Getting Some

I was with a young lady in a house. She wasn't really naked, but she needed some underwear and I gave her my briefs. I still wasn't missing my underwear.

There were other people in the room, but I touched her leg near her vag. She lifted up her underwear and I touched the outer part of it. I was afraid to get in trouble for doing this with people in the house, so I quit, but I did this again. She lifted her underwear again and I touched her again. It was nice.

Theft

I was with someone, walking down an outdoor corridor at what appeared to be a school. We were breaking in. I had my Falcons hat on. I ended up stealing a pair of prescription glasses. The were typical glasses from the 50's and 60's with thick, black rims. the prescription was so weak that I could see fine with them on. I don't wear glasses IWL. Why I wanted them is beyond me. I took nothing else from this place.

Later, we went back. I thought about how dumb it was to be stealing anything in the first place. I thought about video surveillance, and then saw the video of me walking in to steal the glasses on the first trip. My Falcons hat wasn't much of a disguise. I think I had the glasses as part of my disguise already.

I didn't quite look like myself, but for the most part, yeah. You could tell it was me. This time, I was there, again, with some DC, and the DC wanted to get some checks from the person I stole the glasses from.

I saw the DC pretty well. After waking up, I don't remember him perfectly, but he looked like Richard from Damion Omen II, only younger.

He was explaining that he just wanted to take a few checks. He wanted to get just a little money from this person. It was no vendetta. This target was already hit, and so he was also the current target. I felt really bad for the victim, and thought that taking his checks was not right.

Then someone pulled into the parking lot. We decided to split up and leave the area. I walked away and there was now a street fair going on. I saw lots of food and different crafts. I can't remember them well, but it was pretty cool.

I talked to a vendor giving change and helping many customers. I commented on how I should have gotten some food at the fair.

Dream Skip

I was at a yoga class or some other type of soulful self-help class. I was really into this class. The leader was rapping up the class and did her closing thing by saying, "On three, say bye. One...Bye!"

I don't remember her counting off completely, but I knew I had to say "Bye" with the teacher, but I got lost in the count, and she said it, but I missed it.

I put my forehead in my hands and complained that I always missed her saying good-bye. I got some attention and sympathy from a female DC for wanting to participate. I went on in detail about how it always happened one way, then another, then the first way again. I explained it in detail. I liked the attention, but I did want to participate in the "Good-bye" ritual, and it was a mentally healthful exercise, so it wasn't as stupid as it sounds.

Dream

I was at what would best be described as a military camp-school. I was in a building that reminded me of hogwarts in the way that it was old and classical in appearance. I was in a team of 4 people: a 14 yo girl, a 18 yo guy, and a 15 yo guy. We were at an indoor pool. There seemed to be a lot of teens there, but no adults or CO's. Everyone, including us, had red M4's with lethal rounds. I walked down the stairs and the 14 yo came with me. I thought of transforming my M4 into a M1 Garand a little while later. The girl and I went down the last flight of stairs into a dinning hall, in which had T.V.'s that monitored the major sections of the camp's buildings. On the screen I saw my old friend, Dayne, pull out his pistol on a 13 yo kid after a short conversation with the kid. I saw that no one did anything in that room.

I begun sprinting over to the building where this was taking place, thrusting my rifle side-to-side to generate that extra momentum. The girl and others followed me, probably just to watch the action. Though I think the girl genuinely had my back. I was there within moments, I busted the door open and Dayne begun running. I think some of the others tried to fire some shots at him, but missed. I stopped behind cover and trained my rifle on Dayne as he quickly move across the room. With the perfect shot lined up, I fire a single round, killing him.

He drops to the floor, dead. I face my peers and say,' This what happens when you try to shot someone else.' END

On a side note, I think that our superiors (CO's) that were not present left us unattended as a test. For what, I have no clue.

Afterthoughts

I think this was a test/scenario that my higher self had me run through. I believe that there was much more than I remember, but that the scenario was meant to hone my intuitive self in all directions. I am glad to know that my basic-self, my instinct is to uphold the highest of moral and Good. I'm glad to have killed my friend in the defense of innocence. I always had a feeling that I had a higher connection to Good. Now this confirms that I have an affiliation with Good. Which gives me contentedness, joy, and cause.

As I write this, I feel the high Good energies permeating in my being. Thinking of upholding Good brings righteous energies. I bet living a fully honorable, righteous, courageous, and self-sacrificing life would bring ascension for me, which is what it feels like, I believe I would ascend into a full Warrior of Light. Also fighting for Good no matter what any being thinks or threatens. Also having wisdom, and learning. And of course being spiritual. All with a hint of somethings I don't know about yet should bring me to ascension.

(If you're reading this and considering using that as a means for ascension, don't. That's my path and my way of ascension. Your path is most likely different, thus you must take a different path to ascension. I wouldn't want you to waste your time on something that only works for Lightwarriors.)

I'm not sure if this was a feat that I was tested on by an outside source, such as a higher being or recruiter for a spiritual order. But it would be about time. But then again maybe not. Though I strongly believe that this was a test in general. I believe it most likely, by sensing, that my subconscious was/is honing or training, me to be a guardian of light. Though it shouldn't ruled out that higher beings are specifically monitoring me and subtly testing me. Though if they had to actually sit down in my dream and create a scenario for me to run, then they are already past initial sensing and judgement of my day-to-day behavior. Theoretically meaning that Im seriously in the running for being offered to join a spiritual order of Lightwarroirs.

We were walking up a road with a small circular park in the middle, that thing where the cars could revolve around. I thought it seemed familiar, but something was off. Then I realized everything looked old, and the people were wearing traditional clothes. I realized it was a dream and went lucid. It must have been in the 1900's, because there weren't any buildings -- just wooden houses and kalesas. However, instead of changing the dream scene or using powers or anything, I decided to just...explore. It didn't even cross my mind. At that moment, I just thought that it wasn't everyday that I got to dream of my country's past. If I manipulated the dream, who knows when I get that chance again?

So for the rest of the dream, which probably lasted about 10 minutes, I just walked around and watched the dream characters. Some men were farming in the distance, with some carabaos. Some women were out in their porches, weaving blankets with a huge wooden tool. Some kids were running around.

Spoiler for kalesa:

Spoiler for carabao:

Spoiler for weaving thing:

Spoiler for traditional clothes:

Some of them even saw me, took off their straw hats, and bowed courteously. I bowed back.


I woke up a few minutes after that. But that was such a beautiful experience. I travelled back in time and got to explore! I doubt any of my friends have done that. Suckers.

Interesting dream:
It was a warm day. The sun burned softly on the skin. In a place that I've never known, people with faces I cannot see. As the heat rises we head for the pool. It wasn't ordinary. There was no water but an invisible force slid me around the curves as if it were a wave. After a short time of laughter, an old man approaches myself and the group of faceless people. He say that myself along with 2 of the others need to follow him.
We follow him into the house and through a long hall way and emerge on a snow capped mountain. I turn around and I'm still at the same house.
The old man is gone and I notice three white rails running parallel to the snow on the ground. They had no supports, they just floated as if it was there purpose. Before I realized what I was doing I was standing on one of the rails and was propelled away from the house. Frightened I noticed one of the other rails had an upward bend and when I approached it I grabbed hold. But I broke it instead of stopping and fell of the rail I was on into snow that seemed to be infinitely deep. I feel two pairs of hands reach in and pull me out. It was the two faceless people I was with but now they had a certain familiarity to them. As if I knew who they were even without seeing them.
We walk back toward the house and notice a set of stairs leading downward. Out of curiosity we proceed to descend the stairs and come to a platform. The old man appears again and says, "this is the last test of life. Jump and the decision will be made." Unsure of what he meant I started to step back. The other two quickly ran off the edge. With a sudden compulsion I do the same.
Now I'm at a home I recognize. Sitting on the porch is my grandfather. A much younger version but I still knew it was him. He sits next to me and I realize he has a gun to my head. He says to me, "the only way to know if you fear death is to face death." I turn to to him and say, "it has to be done." He pulls the trigger.
Now I'm somewhere entirely different then I've ever seen before. I'm on a paved road cut into perfect squares as far as the eye can see. Every other 4 squares in any direction had a tree growing out of it with a soft glow of light emulating out of them. To my left the world I'm seeing drops off into a cloud of darkness that seems to be aggressively trying I escape itself.
I'm greeted by a man. He says to me, "Welcome. Having appeared on this side you have passed the test. Everything on this side represents the good in everything. Everything you see to your left represents the evil in everything. The line of good and evil is narrowly defined. The only way to determine the path you followed is to concur your inner evil and face death without fear. For that you are here." We start to walk down the road, guided by the trees. Then I wake up.

What does this mean?

Dream - Lucid

I was at my house, in the living room. It was morning, and the room was dimly lit. My mom had just gotten back from Oregon. My brother, Blake, and his girlfriend, Sarah, were there too, but they were in his room, asleep still. My mom came in and started to bitch about Blake's girlfriend. I disagreed with her about what she was saying.

Then, I was in the kitchen with Blake's girlfriend, Sarah. She was getting something from the cabinet under the sink. She was talking to me as she did, I think trying to give me advice or help me with something.

Some more happened at the house, but I can't remember what.

~

I was at my old college, in the building that the job I recently quit was in, though it looked different. I was there to vote for the President. It was very crowded. I think I was there with someone too, but I can't remember who.

We walked up some very crowded stairs to a table where you voted. It was much different than in waking life; it was just a fold-out table with some pieces of plastic or cardboard set up on it as "walls" to separate the voters. I got up there, and took a piece of paper. It was like a checklist of the candidates. I don't remember who I picked, and then, I realized that I wasn't really paying much attention when I voted. I got up and looked at my ballot. I was making sure I at least didn't vote for Romney, and checking for an "x" marked by Gary Johnson's name. I saw his name, simply "Gary" on the sheet, but I hadn't marked it. I had marked one below it, some female candidate from an off-the-wall party. I wanted to change it, but obviously, I couldn't. Someone in charge of the voting then took my ballot and put it with all the other ballots. I thought to myself that at least I didn't vote for Obama or Romney, but that didn't make me feel any better about it.

Then, I was walking by some restaurants in the same area of the building. I spotted someone working at what looked like a Pizza Hut booth who looked familiar. He was tall, thin, and had glasses, though I couldn't see his hair because of his Pizza Hut hat. He looked at me and said something like
"Oh, it's just you."
I asked him
"Are you mad at me?"
"Yes," he responded, "you just quit!"
He then looked away, and continued doing what he was doing.
I was still trying to place him in my mind. Was he a Pizza Hut employee? I was never friends with anyone who worked there...

Then it hit me: He was the supervisor of the whole restaurant area, Toby. He was the one who put my name in the system and such. Shit...well, I'm here, better try to make this right.
"Let me explain to you what happened," I said.
He agreed to let me explain myself, and came to sit with me at a table.
"Listen," I started, "I have depression, and it got really bad...that's why I quit."
"Depression?" he said, a bit skeptically, but he was listening now, at least.
I talked to him about it, saying it was hard to explain. He had to get up and go take care of something at the Pizza Hut real quick, but came back. He talked to me about how he had to work at Quarto's (what he called the Pizza Hut) since they were understaffed, and told me they hired someone else where I used to work named Wilma. He also told me that Mallisha, a girl that I worked with there, had her baby. He seemed a lot less angry now. He looked at me as we talked with kind eyes, trying to understand.

I thought to myself afterwards how I had resolved the issue. I felt good about it.

~

I was again at the college, but the area looked different. I was sitting down talking to my old manager, Gloria. She was being very kind to me, and seemed happy. I think she was so happy because it was the end of the workday on Friday, and she didn't work on the weekends. She asked me how I was, and we talked a bit. She never asked about how I quit, she never asked about any of that stuff. It was like I had never left.

I then saw some people I worked with there, the one I remember for sure being Gwen. She was with someone else, another girl. They were about to go shoot this movie or something, that was supposed to be what would happen during a real bomb threat. I then pictured them dressed as zombies, wandering around this tent set up in a gymnasium. I then pictured an above view of them laying on a gurney surrounded by other gurneys with people on them, all naked except for plastic wrap covering them, so you could only see outlines of their nipples...it was weird, but apparently, that was part of the shoot they were doing. Gwen is also black, but her body was white in this part of the shoot. I thought I was supposed to help with that somewhere in there. I pictured myself in the middle of the craziness, with zombies walking around in the tent, and tons of people calmly filing out. There were different tents set up in there as well, and the same thing was happening in all of them.

I then saw what looked like a Pizza Hut commercial. Mallisha, some other employees, and Gwen all filed out of what I assumed was Pizza Hut, in slow motion. They all appeared to be in what looked like Pizza Hut uniforms, with red shirts and black pants. It was nighttime. I got excited, and got chills because I knew these people, and was happy for them that they were on TV! Mallisha, who looked thinner than IWL, I assumed it was because she had her baby, led the line, as if she was the boss or manager, and looked back at Gwen, who had lighter skin than IWL, who was in the back of the line. It showed Gwen doing the same to Mallisha. They were heading towards a bus. The whole thing was in slow motion. There was a male voice narrating in the background the whole time, but I can't remember what it said.

I was then outside in some closed-in concrete porch area with a bunch of people who worked at the restaurants on campus. It was nighttime. They were all working on some big event, which I'm assuming had something to do with the movie shoot or the commercial. I was sitting all on my own, feeling like I didn't really belong there since I had quit, when someone called my name.
"Krista! Come sit with us!"
I wasn't sure who called me over, but I went towards the direction of the voice, and sat down on the ground with a group of girls that contained some Latino girls and also Gwen, who finally looked exactly as she does IWL, though she wasn't the one who called me. I was sitting next to her. She was wearing a tight grey dress.

Gwen then started to talk to me. Her voice sounded exactly how I remember it.
"Let me update you on what's happened since you've been gone," she said. "They wanted to promote me to manager, but I declined. (insert some things I can't remember here). Next to that one restaurant, you know, Seaweed or something."
IWL, the "Seaweed" place she was referring to was really Pizza Hut.
She was very kind and informative.

I then was in some hallway, which wasn't nearly as crowded as everywhere else had been, and I saw Toby again. I got his attention, because I wanted to talk to him some more about the whole mess. I took his hands, and led him to a wall. His back was facing the wall. Then, there was a door there, and someone started to come out. I led Toby away from the door. The red-headed guy who came through the door looked at us. I felt like he must think something funny is going on between Toby and I. Toby was then against the white-painted concrete cinder block wall. I started to talk.
"I've been having more bad days than good," I said.
"Bad days? Everyone has those," he responded.
I then went on as I was looking down, trying to adjust our position again,
"But I think I've forgotten how to have good days," I said to him.
He seemed very understanding to my plight. His eyes spoke volumes to me. I again went on.
"I'm sorry for quitting like that," I said, "it was very unprofessional of me."
We then hugged. We hugged for quite some time. It was a nice embrace, very comforting.
As he pulled away he said
"We might have a meeting on Monday." He then walked away and through a door, not looking back at me. Maybe he was embarrassed for showing so much emotion and understanding, I don't know.

At any rate, I guess I still had my job there, though I honestly didn't want it back. I thought to myself that I better tell my mom when I get up for work on Monday. I was also proud of myself for resolving the problem, and how it didn't go over nearly as bad as I thought it would.

Innocent man's stories

Our old house is where the whole dream took place, but it was all based off of stuff near/in the further away garage.
Me and my brother were sorting through the old garbage that was scattered about, and found some newspapers and other research papers in the garage. I read all up on this guy who used to own this house, and how he was murdered by the government for his crimes. He was this really bad guy. Eventually I meet him, he comes to the garage and tells us all about his past, his side of the story. He explained how he never hurt any human or animal with his experiments, and finally succeeded in his goal, which was either: Cure to cancer, regeneration, or time travel. The press literally destroyed him for what he was doing, so when he finally succeeded, he gave the final result to some scientist, and told him to do whatever he wanted with it. He could either become extremely rich, or destroy it. He then said he faked his own death, even removed himself from various points of publicity. Basically he made it so he didn't exist. I then became the blabbermouth, and told my mom, and like 2 other people. The news spread so much that pretty much the whole world knew his story. The dream ended here.

Prom

Okay, so there was maybe 2 dreams before this, but I don't remember what they were all about, and I have a feeling they transitioned from one, to the next, to the final one. I recall looking out a door and seeing maybe 40-50 high school age students dressed in fancy clothing waiting to get inside a gym I suppose it was. There was a guard who would let none in. I was already on the inside, so I just went to the center of the room and sat down. There was 5-6 others in the room, all girls. They were playing some really girly game..One would ask trivia questions to all the girls, and they would answer, then the girl gave the rest detailed reports of what kind of aunt's they would be. I just felt embarrassed to be there.

I find it funny when I dream I am in a public school..I was homeschooled all through school, and am currently in college.

Last night's dream were a lot more interesting than the other's I've been having recently. They started out at a very, very large fancy school. It had large halls and glass walls, and a very well decorated exterior. I think, that somehow this school was also a private airport in the back courtyard. Also, they had rooms that people could board in for a few nights like a motel. It was a big place. My wife and I, and a friend were boarding there for the night, but things went south when the alarms started sounding. The building began being invaded by a terrorist army. There was a ton of commotion in the front part of the building, but most of the kids at school didn't hear it yet. I sent my wife out of the back to escape, and then ran through the halls hollering at the top of my lungs about what was going on, warning the rest of the building.
My friend and I went up to our room and grabbed the little things we had, and escaped. He told me he had seen this happen before, and he knew what to do. We escaped the building and fled.
The whole dream changed to another story, but the measure of alarm was still at large. In this portion of the dream, I was accompanied by the Winchester brothers from the T.V. show Supernatural (Sam and Dean). We were plotting a plan of attack on the enemy invasion. There's a few short sections of this part that I don't remember, but then I remember hurrying into a motel- where I met Bobby. If you haven't watched the show, it won't make sense- but Bobby at this point was a ghost, and he was on the verge of losing his mind and becoming a vengeful spirit. I managed to calm his commotion and level his head after a good minute of yelling and reasoning.
We came to an understanding, and all sat down to make a plan. I have no idea how it got to this, but the plan was- to crash a plane into the enemy. And they did. Sam and Dean crashed a plane into the bad guys and somehow survived. I'll attribute it to their main character status.
After that, there was a final battle scene where somehow- the enemies got their hands on a large group of super powers, making their appearance and abilities mimic exactly those of comic book heroes and videogame characters. Luckily, a make-shift group of civilians aided us in gainin those same powers and fighting them back off. Some time right after the large battle of flashing lights and explosions, I became lucid and was walking down the street towards where the commotion had been. Some teenaged boy kept trying to talk to me and panick to me, but... I knew it was a dream then and didn't care much. I floated him up in the air and threw him a good mile or two so I would be distracted. I was in the dream for a while longer but my alarm went off. And I faded into the next set of dreams.

Dreamed: 17.9.2012, Written: 17-29.9.2012.

I remembered a lot more before, I wrote and drew myself a few notes and wrote shortly about the dream in hope to remember it later, I don't remember much.

Before I start, a little piece of information that I think is important in order to understand part of this dream.
about almost a month ago, when going to sleep I visualized myself walking around in my old school in hope to fall asleep and become lucid there.

When almost sinking into sleep I was walking up a stairway somewhere in the school, something about it felt off.
Well, in this dream I remember being there on that stairway, in the dream plot, I actually thought I was there in reality.
I checked what was off and found out, I don;t remember what it was.
Then I remember being in my room, it was full of people from my school, as if my room was a classroom.
I remember there being an arcade gaming machine instead of a toilet seat in my bathroom, and people playing there.
The next thing I remember is a couple of girls from my school sitting on my bed doing homework I think, something along those lines,
i only recognized one of them, she was sitting next to my pillow, on the pillow there was a triangle shaped notebook.
I remember taking the notebook and examining it for a second, and then putting it back on the pillow.
In the dream I don't think I remembered my room was actually my room.

There was more I'm sure, but that was more than ten days ago so I forgot.

Dreamed: 15.9.2012, Written: 16.9.2012.

The dream starts with me wearing an athletic shirt, I just finished running and apparently was very tired.
I remember taking a "part" of me away and throwing it away, I really don't remember what that was.
I was trying to run further by it was quite difficult.
Then I remember Ricky Gervais helping me stand as I fell, although I couldn't see myself, I felt as if I am also Ricky Gervais, as if there were two of us.
I remember him talking about something 1999 related, and some ten year celebration.
I can't remember anything else about the conversation, though I think there was a third person there.
Then I was alone running again, running down a city road with people cheering around me, not a lot of people though, I think.
At one point of the road I stopped, I remember a blonde female character who looked familiar, I'm pretty sure I know who my brain based her about.
I remember us kissing for a quick second, she then said something to me that I don't remember.
I then saw a scene in which I wasn't participating, I was more or less a camera looking from the side.
I was looking at the two Ricky Gervais, they looked more like Stephen fry now.
One of them had curly hair now, he said to the other Ricky "You kissed my girlfriend".
I don't remember more, after I kissed the blonde woman I remember telling her "I'll be gone for now, I'm going to the theater".
I was then a side watcher again, I saw the blonde woman talking to another girl, her hair was black.
They were outside a theater,"well now that he's gone I have more time for this!", then she kissed the black haired woman.
The Ricky with the curly hair came out of the theater behind them wearing a theater worker uniform.
He looked at them as if he didn't know them at all and then looked away.
The blonde woman quickly stopped kissing and looked down ashamed, and wiped her lips with her sleeves.

That was a very tedious dream to describe, huh.

Dreamed: 30.7.2012, Written: 30.7.2012.

Ugh, this one is going to be hard to explain, mostly because it doesn't even make a lot of sense to me.

I have been called to a nursing home, when I came there, I saw my grandfather anxiously walking up and down a high tower of spiraling stairs, well, not very high, but quite.
They came from a little house up high. I think grandfather was whispering nonsense as he went up and down the stairs.
I remember the nurse that met me there telling me that he hit his head, ans since then started talking nonsense.
He said something along the lines of "I've got a gummy in the head and now ...", I can't remember the rest.
I then came up the stairs, then suddenly my other grandfather appeared there.
My grandfather was running around up and down the stairs anxiously, I told him to slow down and the other grandfather answered, he said "Don't worry, you know I'm not going to fall.", and he smiled.
Then I said "Well, you're not the one I'm worried about".
I then skip a few scenes, I am standing near a playground, it feels very familiar, I am sure I've seen it before, in my dreams.
It only had one swing, though, my grandpa was swinging there.
I remember two or three people with me, I don't remember them at all, not even a concept of a face.
I only remember that one of them was a female, the color yellow comes up when I think about her.
My grandpa suddenly got terrified and paranoid and shouted "the tiny eyes! they have come for me!".
I then saw what I think was a reflection on my glasses, I saw a pair of eyes in the reflection, I then came to the conclusion that my grandpa has developed a fear of shadows and reflections, I told the yellow female to look these symptoms up on her smart phone.

I remembered more before but I don't now.
This was an odd dream.

After a lot of misses and less hits with DILDs, WILDS, EILD, Subliminal methods and everything that I could possibly throw at this every night, I finally found a method that seems to be working for me. I found out about this due to curiosity. At first I thought the first try was just luck but it seemed peculiar to me. But when I did this successfully 2 more times I found out that this simple method actually works! And it gave me more consistent hits then the DILD method alone.

Basically what I did yesterday was I just went about my day and wasn't even thinking about Lucid Dreaming because I was in the stage where I nearly gave up because I was going at it so long. But during a visit from a friend I suddenly had a random thought about how my friend keeps being portrayed in my dreams. Then I thought to myself.... "I will have a LD tonight." and I did it while knowing that I would, with no doubt in my mind. Then I would push that aside and forget about it while going about the rest of my day.

Sure enough, during a dream about Candy and awesome tasting cookies that were put left out on a living room table. And my NJROTC class (which seemed to much more like the military then a high school program.) I got mad at them because I wound up being the odd man out somehow. And I got in a verbal and almost physical argument with one of the higher ups. It seemed to me that a lot was at steak because we were in a parking garage complex and some kind of enemy was out there. After the argument I realized that I wasn't just the odd man out anymore, I now had to get out of there because I apparently did something worse. So I dashed out and I looked around my surroundings which were beautiful. It seemed to me that this was an entire base out in the middle of an awesome grassy field. The grass wasn't ridiculously long it was about as normal as my grass in the back yard. but the color green was more faded with the evening sky. The sun wasn't fully down yet. Suddenly the feeling of being in between awake and asleep came to me, it didn't hit me, it kind of faded in while I was running. Then I said to myself subconsciously, "there it is again! That feeling!" I stopped for a moment and thought, "Alright now I'm going to try running at sound speed!" I closed my eyes and I could feel myself running, (which was awesome!) but I couldn't feel that push or any speeding up. I opened my eyes again and sure enough I was going at normal pace. I thought that if I focused that I'd be able to. Then I consciously, and on purpose, tried to really do a Kamehameha wave, but all I got was a near black out because I really focused the crap out of it and pushed it. Then I thought to myself that I need to ground this dream more. So I ran over to the metal roof that was buried in the ground and that led to the other distant part of the base. It was an outside spot with all of this stuff. Basically I got the impression that this was a small refugee camp or something. I started to feel the metal and focus on it, but it was too much in a hurry because the sub thought conveniently came at the back of my mind that I'm going to lose control again. I could feel the metal on my hands which was a first because I never felt anything in my dreams like that before. I could feel the bumpy surface and everything, but I lost the control. Then some other random dreams followed.

Despite the fact that I messed up. I didn't fail, this was a learning experience that helps me so much now. Now I know it was that feeling that I got when I would wind up in limbo after being knocked silly out of a dream. It was the same feeling from the first Lucid I ever had. I remember it, and I felt it, and now I know this method works! It simply uses the weapon that I'm using already during my waking life, I believe that there isn't anything that I can't do as long as I put my mind to it, failure only happens if I let it. It's because of this state of mind that I'm excelling in my college classes and my art work is looking the way it should, and the way I want it. This technique supports DILD and I think it may support others as well I don't know but I'll check as I continue fooling around with this one. BOO YEAH!!!

Dream - Lucid

I was watching my friend, Caitlin, walk in rhythm down a hallway to her singing the words "It won't take me awhile" over and over again in a deep Jamaican accent. She was wearing light blue bermuda shorts.

We were then sitting on the couch, watching some late-night TV. I'd say it was probably 1 or 2 in the morning, maybe later. I think we were sitting in my living room. It was dark, save for the light from the TV.

We were then walking into a kitchen that kind of looked like our neighbor's (from yesterday's dream) kitchen. We were in nothing but our underwear. I think we must have lived there, and were roommates again. I was trying to get my panties all the way on over my butt as we were walking. At the far end of the kitchen were some of our friends from high school, Kayla and Maegan are the ones I remember, though there were more. It was kind of embarrassing, but we were still having a good time.

Then, all the sudden, I was outside on a wooden porch with my best friend MK's older brother, Adam, whom I rarely see or talk to IWL. Everyone else had disappeared. It was a beautiful, sunny day. Adam looked at me and asked
"Where did everyone go?"
I responded
"The dream must be about to end."
As Adam was agreeing with me that that must be why, I was thinking wait a minute. This is a dream! Sweet!!
I didn't even do an RC, since I felt so sure already that this was a dream. I was really excited! So excited, that I wanted to fly with Adam! We walked up to the edge of the porch, and Adam started talking. I, however, was too excited to listen (something I desperately need to work on in my LDs -_-). I kept wanting to ask him to fly with me. He finally finished talking, and I asked him
"Do you practice lucid dreaming?"
"Yes," he replied.
I grabbed for his hand.
"Would you like to fly with me?"
"Yes!" he replied, taking my hand.
I felt our fingers intertwine as I took off. He trailed behind a little at first, but was then next to me.

I felt kind of out of control as we flew for some reason, I think it may have been because I was losing the dream, and was trying to focus on keeping it. I had to fly in these huge circles. We were flying over a field with grass and some desert-looking plant life. I saw a patch of these purple flowers. Very pretty. Adam then separated himself from me and sank down a bit to fly with another girl. I spiraled down in my giant circle, trying to gain height again, but not being able to. In the sky, I then saw the moon rising in fast motion, though it was still daytime (think about when you can see the moon when the sun's still out--that's what it looked like). It was a 3/4 moon.

Then, when I was close enough to the ground, my friend Raechel's son, Syler, took me by the leg and started to run with me like I was a balloon. I thought this was adorable, and laughed as he did it. I floated in the air, too, as if I really was a balloon. He ran up the stairs to the porch, and inside, where many people were.

~

I was with my dad and my brother, I believe, outside in these extensive woods. It was beautiful. The tree roots were huge, and were everywhere on the forest floor. You could tell it was a sunny day, though not much light came in through the blanket of leaves above. Close by was a house, supposedly our house.

I was really worried about getting close to any water or anything because of alligators. I was afraid I'd get bitten or killed, though the gators around that part weren't that big, they could still deal a pretty nasty bite. Also, apparently, when we were younger, my dad kept one underneath the stairs that went up to the porch of the house. I didn't want to get near that either, thinking the gator must still be there.

My dad then told me that the gator was dead, that he had been dead for a long time, but, for my brother's sake, they had kept his body underneath the stairs for some time. Apparently, my brother really liked that gator for some reason. He wasn't around when my dad told me that.

At some point, we were talking to some woman with short hair who was wearing nothing but what appeared to be a white dress/sack, and black knee-high socks. You could see her naked butt peeking out from beneath the dress/sack. We were standing in what looked like a town square. She took off her dress in one swift motion, and was completely naked underneath. I critiqued it as if it was a movie, thinking to myself that the movie makers did a bad job hiding the fact that she was naked underneath the weird dress/sack she was wearing. She then started to show us all her alligator bite scars. She had a ton of them. She was trying to prove a point with her scars, trying to prove how dangerous alligators really were.

We were then running through the forest, climbing on the tree roots, having an awesome time! But every time we got close to some water, I'd start to get nervous about gators. We even saw one on a shore at some point. I just wanted to get away from there.

The woods then started to gradually fill with clear, blue water. I was alright with that, actually, since it wasn't the gators' natural environment. We splashed through the water, which hadn't reached too far over the tree roots yet. The water level, however, kept rising. On the forest floor, below the tree roots, it was pretty deep. But on top of the tree roots, it was relatively shallow, reaching our knees.

~

I was walking into my brother's room. He wasn't home. On his desk (which he doesn't have anymore IWL) sat this cryogenically frozen alligator kit. It was in a black box. According to my mom, who was in bed in her room, I wasn't supposed to do anything with it yet, not until my brother got home. It was supposed to be a surprise to replace the alligator under the stairs from his youth.

Of course, being me, I had to push the limit a little. I had a bottle full of hot water. The instructions called for A FEW drops of hot water to unfreeze the kit and the gator. There was emphasis on the "A FEW" part. I dripped a little onto the kit, and the frost started to melt. The whole kit was shortly thawed out, and I opened it up. There was a TINY purple alligator in there. And I mean tiny as in could fit on the tip of a finger! I then proceeded to carry the gator on my right index finger and the kit over to the other side of the room, trying to figure out what to do with him, when he started to float in the air on a string, like a baby spider would. Shit! I had lost him! He was so tiny, it seemed like it would be damn near impossible to ever find him again.

I then noticed, right in front of me, a medium-sized aquarium tank full of water and little colored pebbles. It was for the baby gator. Shit again! I had been RIGHT THERE. If only I could have made it in time to put the gator inside. Now I was afraid he'd die because he wasn't in the right environment. Plus, someone might squish the poor little guy.

I told my mom what happened, and of course, she wasn't very happy about it.
"I told you not to do that!" A typical mom thing to say.

I was then on a search for the gator, which, somewhere along the way, got named Big Thunder, I think by my dad's disembodied voice (my dad would name a tiny alligator something like that IWL). I was with other people, though I can't remember who right now. We were searching by some rocks and water. It seemed like we were both inside and outside at the same time.

We then saw Big Thunder (lol this Big Thunder thing was even kind of hilarious in the dream). He had grown quite a bit in the few minutes/hours I had lost him. He was now an orange-red color, was kind of short and stubby for a gator, and had creepy, huge black eyes. He looked less like a gator, and more like something you'd find in the deepest depths of the ocean.
"Big Thunder!" I exclaimed. I was glad he was alive.
Apparently, Big Thunder was an aggressive gator. He proceeded to latch onto my leg and bite down. It HURT. Whoever was with me helped me get him off. Damn, fuck, SHIT that hurt! I didn't seem to be bleeding, but you could see red welts where his teeth had been.

We then wandered and climbed over the big, grey rocks by the water. Something then went to attack Big Thunder, who was kind of following us. We were worried about him, thinking he may not make it through the attack, when a giraffe came and ate the attacker, and at first, we thought he also ate Big Thunder. We didn't watch this happen, but we looked back when the attack was over, and the giraffe had his cheeks full and was chewing. It was kind of cartoonish. It was a big wtf moment.

We then noticed Big Thunder was alright. That crazy gator and his escapades.

I was then in my brother's room again, sitting on the floor and working on something, though I'm not sure what, I want to say it was either a cage or an aquarium, when my friend Mike then texted me, warning me he had charged this nitrogen canister bomb and buried it underneath me, and I only had 20 seconds until it detonated, killing me and anyone in the house, which would also be destroyed. The text read kind of smart-assy.

My view then changed to a sillouhette of Superman with his arm extended going underground. It was me, apparently, and my view changed back as I saw the countdown on the canister. The digital number read at about 14 seconds. I pushed a button on what appeared to be a touch screen that the numbers were also on, and the countdown stopped, displaying a screen in digitized letters that explained how to re-initiate the countdown. I went back up to Blake's room, and called him to ask him what the fuck I should do about the buried canister, whether or not I should retrieve it, or leave it buried, which is what I planned to do. I just worried that the canister would somehow get jossled under there, and the countdown would re-initiate without anyone's knowledge until it was too late. I can't remember what he said. I asked him some other things too, like what do you even buy these things for (they were sold commercially)? Why would you want one? Is the explosion really that powerful? I really can't remember his answers at all.

Waking Life Lucid Alarm

I use the Easy MP3 Alarm per the DV Crazy Insane CAN WILD method. I made a custom alarm of myself stating that I was seen flying around the city...

My idea is that the news from my radio often infiltrates my dreams; I therefore use lengthy speech rather than a short sound to spur a lucid. I log dreams infiltrated by the morning news and file them in a separate log.

This morning, I woke up to the alarm rather than having the alarm infiltrate my dream, which is what I hope to happen, but this morning, I closed the lid of my computer to shut the alarm off, and then began to dream that I was flying.

I thought I was away, but I was totally dreaming. I saw 3 power lines. I tried to fly above them, but I started getting heavy. I thought I was trying to use my alarm to become lucid. I was talking to myself or something, "showing" how I was awake, but understood why I was listening to that alarm. I was explaining how I could fly in my imagination because I could just imagine it, but it didn't mean that I was dreaming.

Ugh!

Still, this is progress for me and my use of the Easy MP3 Alarm.

I also believed that last night was going to be more successful with the Easy MP3 alarm. I am becoming more and more convinced that intention has a tremendous effect on your dreams.

(Wow, I haven't updated my DJ in a while! No, my recall hasn't been failing me; I've just been getting lazy with writing down my dreams. Oops!)

I successfully DEILDed for the first time this morning!

It was actually a complete accident. I wasn’t actually intending to DEILD until I started seeing vivid hypnagogic imagery and saw it as a good opportunity. I just focused on the HI and started describing what I saw in my mind - at first, just to myself, but I guess I shifted to narrating to my subconscious at some point; at one point, I addressed my subconscious as “you guys”, only to realize what I’d just said, apologize, and say, “Well, the one or many of you.”

I soon started to become aware of where I was, but I wasn’t dreaming yet. It was more like vivid wonderland visualization during an active forcing session; I couldn’t physically see a thing, but I was well aware of where I (and everything else) was. The place I was was just this random field that I drive past fairly frequently IWL. After not too long, I crossed the road and realized I could actually see properly and must have entered the dream. In addition to the road, I saw that there was now an additional road branching off from it. I somehow knew that this road must lead to my subconscious. A couple cars did go that way; they must have been driven by dream guides/part of my subconscious.

I noticed a box on the ground. It was a cardboard box (like a package something would be delivered in) addressed to me. I knew it was from my subconscious. Before opening it, I decided I should stabilize by doing an RC. I counted my fingers but ended up counting only five on each hand (strange, that RC almost never fails me), but I still knew I was dreaming, as I’d consciously made the transition to the dream state. I picked up the box again anyway and saw that it was now addressed to my brother (accidental text RC much?). I knew it was still really for me (as it was in my dream), so I decided to open it anyway.

Before I even had a chance to open it, everything went black, and I realized I was awake. Disappointed, I opened my eyes and got up. I’m definitely going to try to go back there, though; I have to follow that subconscious road!

(EDIT: Whoa, ignore the wonderland/forcing thing if you have no idea what I'm talking about. I copied this straight from my tumblr and forgot to remove that part, oops!)