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Dreamt that I lived in a house that had a haunted doorway and hall. Monsters and ghosts would come through and try to Gg et in. I had all the tool necessary to banish them and would get paid a lot of money when. Did. I had a lot of fun doing this and had several different encounters with different types of monsters. Sometimes kara would help me but mostly when she worked I worked. Was super fun and a little scary. Only one I wasn't able to defeat was a devil type woman who could teleport and split selves and was just about neA r impossible. I went through a door to the devil himself and she was his maiden. We fought for hours but she was stronger. There was a scene where she was gonna finish me but we found out we had shared a sister who was dead. We both cried and she recombined and vanished. I went to take a break in the bedroom and saw a shadow ghost. I sucked it into me and imagined t exploding.

I wake up and continue to dream. This time I live at mothers and I love that I see these ghosts. I battle with them constantly. My mom leaves the house and there is a massive battle where I imagine blasting them to picese. Most of the time I don't actually see them but I feel them. Sometimes I do see them and destroy them. Mother comes home and I leave to a sports type school. This is a combination of my old house in the first dream with added sports stadiums. There's a girl there that's my best friend and open lover. We exchange loving glances. I secretly fight off these ghosts and play some sports. When I finish I go to the girls side where they play professionally. They are doing hula competition. I see a beautiful girl doing hula and I flirt with her. She smiles and competes. When she's done I go over and sit with her. She resists letting me touch her at first but then she starts to like me. We cuddle while I fondle her breasts.

I leave and go home. Mother and Adam are about to leave. I get excited and prepare to battle. I start collecting my energy and shooting it throughout the house. A strong energy appears as if I woke it up and overpowers me. I am a little scared and walk outside the house. The door slams on me and I get angry. I go inside and shoot pretend energy and try to scare the monster. I fail and leave. The scene flashes to me at a psychiatrist telling him about my powers. We are at a cozy house where my mom and two of her friends are staying. Another guy who had similar problems came to talk. He overcame them but was having physical problems. He said the psychiatrist was charging too much and couldn't pay him. He left and we talked. He said I had to stop that it was getting worse. I told him that I did not wanted to stop. It was fun for me to battle these ghosts and that they really were ghosts all around. He made me remember the time before this happened. I realized that this is all in my head send that I have to make it stop. My mom and her 3 friends came over and I tried to not see ghosts. I started to hallucinate in saw her face is as a zombie. I kept trying to tell myself it's not real and slowly her face to change back.

i've had many vivid dreams the past couple of nights with 3-4
Tonight I had dreams, but I can't remember them in chronological order so I will just record how I remembered them.
One dream my top and bottom teeth were crooked and had to get braces .
Another I saw my dean's sheets and passes on the street.
The last I was with Luke and we were planning on making an escape but I said he would drown me and he laughed and agreed.
I remembered later on I also dreamt of seeing J and her bf in the store. She was getting undressed and something slipped she smiled blushing and I didn't catch it but my dream rewinded the scene...I was in the mall holding a cute baby when the head falls off and it's a doll's head. I put the head back on and continue to hold it and percieve it as a real baby. I was getting undress and I stated turn around dude . I was too sexy. Another guy was talking about his sex drive and his inability to not want to rape things...a friend of mine said immature dude. he kept repeating that.

5-20-2012 -- [This is a slightly older dream, but very interesting, and somebody just reminded me of it, so I decided to post it here - Batch. I've been ignoring my dreams instead of writing them down for a couple weeks, and as often seems to happen when I do that, my mind provides me with one that seems so interesting to me that I can't help but write it down.]

I'm over at Hewitt, a place I worked five or six years ago, but in the dream I was only fired last week. I have stopped by because I want to pick up my final paycheck. While I am there, several of the team leaders and supervisors are talking about how they are short on help, and some of them, when they see me, are hinting I might want my job back. I don't.

Sid (actually the dispatcher at the courier company I work at in present real time) is there, and starts trying to talk me into coming back, but I don't want to. Eventually he leads me to an attractive, and somewhat stacked young lady who is kind of showing off her assets a little to try and change my mind. I enjoy looking, but I still don't want to come back to work here. I'm thinking of how hard it would be to match schedules between this job and my security job [actually I haven't worked security in over ten years.] I take a seat at her desk, and kind of cradle my head in my arms for a second or two, and when I look up, everything has changed.

Almost all the furniture and people are gone, the carpeting has all changed from red to blue, the young lady and Sid are gone, and I find myself sitting at the desk of a young, thin, earnest-looking black guy who kind of makes me think of Carlton from Fresh Prince. I kind of gasp, and he asks what's wrong. "Where am I?" I ask. "I was sitting in a different place at a different desk, and suddenly I'm here. I know this is a dream, but usually things change slightly more slowly in a dream, so you don't realize you are dreaming."

The guy looks at me for a moment, and then says "I don't know anything about this, maybe you better talk to our science department." He then reaches out, gives me a little push on the shoulder, and I slowly start to sink right through the floor and drop to the floor below.

I find myself in a typical office environment, cubicles all over the place and employees wandering around. I just look confused and stupid until one of them asks if they can help me, and I mention I am looking for the science department. They tell me it is further down, and give me a push, and I start to sink through another floor.

This happens four or five times, and the last time the guy who asks me what I need tells me the science department is the next floor down, but he's running around so much and is so busy, he forgets to push me through the floor, so I decide to do it myself. I kind of push myself down a bit, and my feet sink into the floor about an inch before it solidifies, and I find I haven't gone anywhere. Try again, same thing. Then I take a few seconds, concentrate really hard, and sink through the floor again, though only about half as fast as the times I was pushed. I also bang my shoulders on a couple of cubicles on the way down.

The floor I now find myself on seems to have tons of computers and lots of machinery and stuff, and it all looks kind of interesting. I ask if this is the science department, and am told it is. There are a bunch of people who seem to be waiting in a line, and I kind of get in the line as well, then glance out a window. I give a small scream. Out the window I can see I am on the ground floor, and I am looking out at foothills in the distance.

Some guy who looks a lot like James Spader walks up to me, and he seems to be in charge. He asks me why I screamed, and I mention that I was in the ground floor of a building in Florida, got pushed through the floor several times to go down a floor, and suddenly find myself on the ground floor of a building in California, and it kind of startled me.

He says that sounds interesting, but doesn't make any sense, and asks me to explain what I am talking about. So I explain to him that I am dreaming, and start to tell him the entire dream (same one I'm typing out here for you). There are parts I get wrong. In the dream, I can't remember Hewett or the benefits job, so I refer to it as West Telecommunications, and customer service for T-Mobile (when actually West was Cricket. T-Mobile was APAC.) He is wearing a T-Mobile hat as I am explaining this to him.

He is really busy, and keeps wandering around the entire department, talking to other people, while still urging me to tell him my story, so I talk through the whole thing and it seems to take quite a while. "... and then I glanced out the window and saw the California landscape and the foothills in the distance, and I gave a little scream of surprise. And if I keep going, this is going to get boring and repetitive, as that's when you came in and I started telling you all of this."

He doesn't make me go on, and I ask him where I am, and he mumbles something about how I am now in a prison. This makes me angry, and I grab the nearest desk and throw it over, computers and equipment falling to the floor and breaking. I throw over another desk and another, and at first the Spader character doesn't notice, but eventually he catches on and asks me to stop. I ask if he really said I was in a prison, and he says yes, but that it is a kind of friendly one, and I keep overturning things and breaking stuff.

We move into what almost seems to be a kind of television studio, broadcasting news or something, and as he asks me why I am doing this, I start to destroy the tv equipment. I tell him I figure if I do enough damage they'll throw me out, and he tells me it will never work. I find myself in an office with a large plate glass window looking out on the outside, and I throw a desk through it, but before I can run out the window, the James Spader character stops me. I run into another office, do the same thing, and he blocks me again.

Soon he's wrapped around me, holding on tight, making it much more difficult for me to move, and he seems to be rubbing against me and coming on to me. I explain to him I am straight, and he lets me go and comes on to somebody else for a couple of minutes. I ask the guy his name, and he tells me it. It isn't James Spader, but whatever it is, I can't remember it. That kind of info is hard to remember in a dream if you don't already know it in real life.

Soon I find myself looking out at the California landscape through almost a sort of viewing platform, but there doesn't seem to be any glass or anything, so I start running toward what I think is freedom, the Spader guy doesn't seem to care, and explains I can't get out that way. I suddenly hit some sort of invisible shield, which he expected, but I start to 'sink' through it just like the floors, but on a horizontal plane, which he didn't expect. Since the shield isn't stopping me like it is supposed to, other barriers are dropping, much like the barriers they drop at night to close off the individual shops in a mall when they are closing for the night. I manage to get an arm under before they drop completely, and force them back up just enough for me to squeeze under, and as I stand on the outside, free, I wake up.

Very cool dream!

Dream - Lucid

I was in what appeared to be a cave system, but it was supposed to be at the restaurant I recently quit. The manager was evil, and was turning all the employees into zombies. I refused to let that happen to me. As the zombie workers tried to attack me, one by one, I fought them off. I remember them having red, glowing eyes.

~

I was asleep on our neighbor's front porch, underneath my sleeping bag. It was nighttime. I rolled over, and the door opened. Lisa (the neighbor) checked on me, and then went back in. I rolled back over. I wondered how I was sleeping out there and not being freezing cold.

I then remember going inside, I guess it was time to get up. The sun was just starting to come up. Lisa came down the stairs. Something about the cat needing to go outside.

Then, I was sitting on the porch with Lisa and her husband, Steve. One of her sons, Kael, was there briefly as well. He walked up to us for a little bit. He was smiling and gently swaying from side to side.

An owl then flew by, and I held out an orange prescription bottle of assorted pills, one Lisa had put together, of some antibiotics and antidepressants. The antibiotics looked like some I took last year IWL for an upper-respiratory infection. They were large green and blue capsules. The owl landed and took a beakful of the pills, and flew away. Apparently, Lisa did this all the time, fed the animals pills. It was supposed to help them. I was worried, though, since the owl had taken so many. He took quite a few of the antibiotics, which I felt like we needed for some reason. No one else really seemed all that concerned.

Spoiler for Expicit content:

Then, it was just me and Steve. On the street, lots of prostitutes filed out of a car. I thought about their jobs for a second, how it must be hard for women to go to work, knowing strangers are just going to fuck them all night. There was a girl who Steve wanted. She told him to take her in the ass. He pulled back her panties and did just that, right there where the street met the front yard.

Then, we were back on the porch. He was smoking a cigarette, and was surrounded by the empty orange pill bottles. I picked one up, took out a pencil, and wrote "STFU" on the white label, and put it down next to him.
"What did you write?" Steve asked.
"Shut the fuck up," I said, and stormed away.

I came back a little later, and that particular bottle was gone. I assumed he got angry and threw it (IWL he has a pretty bad temper).

I was then at home, standing in my mom's office with my mom and my brother. They were on the other side of the room. I opened up the farthest left window and looked out. It was a grey, overcast morning. My brother then said
"It smells like smoke in here."
I then replied with
"I didn't smoke, Steve was smoking a cigarette," or something like that.
He then came back with
"No, not cigarette smoke, weed smoke."
I then turned all defensive and said
"I only had one hit! I'm not even that high!" though I don't remember smoking weed in the dream, unless it was sometime when I was on the porch with Lisa and Steve.

~

I was in a room with lots of people. A man who looked kinda like a guy I knew from my college Swing Dance Club, Alan, came up behind me and gently put his arms around me. I hugged his arms back. I was very comforted by his presence. I was very happy and content being around him, being held by him. At one point, he whispered "I love you" to me. I think he thought I was asleep. I'm pretty sure I said it back. "I love you, too."

I was then sitting on a hospital bed, in what looked like a hospital room. The walls, floors, and sheets were all white. Sitting on two chairs in the back of the room were my old boss from the restaurant in the first dream, and a big, tall black guy who looked kind of like a guy I went to school with when I was younger, and Kenan from the show Kenan & Kel. My old boss asked me
"So why were you in the hospital...?" She named off a few mental illnesses that could have put me in.
I said
"My depression got really bad." A vague statement.
She then said
"Oh I understand, my son deals with that sometimes," and she patted the guy next to her on the back.
I was then handed a form I had to sign. Something on it was highlighted in yellow. I also remembered I didn't have a doctor's note, but no one asked me for one.

As people walked by the room, I scanned for the guy from the beginning of the dream, but I couldn't find him.

I then was following one of the girls I used to work with down a long hallway. She explained to me that since I'd been gone, they had done some renovations, so everything was located in different places now. She then told me that I either need to stay or quit, and to not do what I did again.

As I was walking, I realized that I had no idea how or why I had come back here; I quit for a reason. But I kept on walking.

Then, I was heading to a huge auditorium with quite a few other people. I still couldn't find the guy. The leader of the group couldn't quite decide which way the auditorium was. There were two, actually, and we needed to be at a certain one. We finally decided on one of them, and walked in.

There were blue, auditorium-style seats in the audience and on the stage. The ones on the stage went up very high. We filed in the ones on the stage and sat. I was scanning the room for the guy that held me, wanting to find him again. I scanned in the rows of guys, who all appeared to be in tuxes, but I couldn't find him. I saw one that looked kind of like him with a blue baseball cap on, but it wasn't him. All I could remember about the guy who held me, besides what he looked like, was his last name being "Creech"; I had no idea what his first name was. I remembered this from seeing it written down somewhere.

We were all then watching the opera class rehearse for a show. We were watching from the audience seats now, as they performed in the stage seats. Their costumes were all farmer-ish; one girl looked kind of like she was supposed to be Little Bo Peep.

I then heard my old choir teacher from high school yell out that she needed to see me and Zach, a guy I was in band and choir with in high school. We got up and started to walk upwards (we were in the stage seats again). I then noticed Zach and I were wearing our old high school marching band uniforms, and everyone else was in my old college's marching band uniform. I felt silly, still being in my high school uniform. I guessed it was because we came in late, and had to wear some kind of uniform.

When we got to the top, my choir teacher talked only to me, and not Zach at all. She said, with a plastered-on smile, as is the norm for her IWL,
"Don't do what you did again. If you're going to quit, then quit. If you're going to stay, then stay. There are plenty of other people who would like to be up there."
Inside, I was very upset that she was saying these things to me. I have depression, and it got really, really bad, and that's why I left. She then asked,
"Can you do that for me?"
I said
"I...I don't know."
I was crying at this point.

I then walked away, planning on just removing my uniform and leaving, never to come back again, when I remembered I wanted to find that guy, "Creech", again. I turned around to go back. People were filing out of the auditorium, including the farmer-dressed opera members, who were talking about singing. I scanned the line for Creech, but couldn't find him.

I then ran into the girl that led me down the long hallway. She said if I was going to quit, to hang up my uniform. Sigh. I didn't even want to give them that.

I was then in the back, and there were some fat, ugly girls in full-length black choir dresses. They were apparently on the "sidelines" of the choir, so to speak; if I quit, one would get to sing. I remember one with curly hair and glasses talking about it. I took off my uniform (no longer the band uniform, though I'm not sure what uniform I was wearing), and was wearing clothing underneath. One of the girls took off some chunky light brown sandals, and asked where her "wide shoes" were. I put on the sandals she took off, first making sure they weren't the "wide" shoes; their size said something like 7/6 or 7/8, but no "W" to indicate that they were wide. They were kind of wide on my feet, but fit well otherwise. I knew that one of the girls was excited to sing; they seemed very happy, and were going on about it.

I was then walking back down the long hallway, free of my uniform. I felt lighter without it on. I looked down at the light brown sandals as I walked.

I was then behind the counter making a sandwich for a little girl. As she came up to me, I didn't say anything. She spouted off her order. I cut the bread pretty easily. This was what I had signed up to do, not run around and do some weird choir thing too; I was supposed to be making sandwiches! But I realized that I didn't want to be there either. I started putting some gloves on; they were small, and hard to get on my hands. I debated just walking out.

Oddly enough, I loved choir in high school, and would love to be in a choir now if I could.

The sandwich job though, I fucking hated it. Just for the record.

Most of these are non lucid dreams that I find boring. Skip to Tuesday night for the good stuff.

Sunday Night

(Pointless desert dream)

The first thing that I remember was stepping out of a small outpost, cobbled together from shanty metal plates, and part of an airplane cabin. All around the outpost was a sea of sand dunes, and at the edge of visibility, jagged mountains.
This girl who was about twelve, with blonde hair and glasses (The smart looking type) goes by me on this tractor-type vehicle with tank treads. Though the back of my head, I get the dream's plot. We're doing some kind of archeology dig in the desert, and I'm helping.
The tank was slow but I had a hard time keeping up. My feet were really heavy. I tried to blame it on the boots that I was wearing. (This is usually what it's like when you're having a nightmare and you want to get away from something.)
When we got over the first sand dune, there was a large army green party tent with a bunch of machinery under it.
For some reason, I got really attached to this rusty old wagon under the tent and started to pull it. The girl on the tractor told me to hurry up and get to the digging site. I asked her If I could ride on the tractor because my shoes were so heavy. She said no.
I managed to make it up the next sand dune, and saw the dig site. It was pretty small. The girl who had arrived before me was working, as well as these two really young boys with short hair. As soon as I was on top of the sand dune, everyone came up to see me. The girl told met that there was a sandstorm coming and that we should get back to the base.
I started to head back, but the girl got worried because she thought the wagon should/shouldn't be left out in the sandstorm. Whatever it was, me and her got into a really pointless and mundane argument that seemed to last forever.
The sandstorm was bearing down on us, and I started to get back to the base. I couldn't see the distant mountains anymore. And it took me a few minutes to make it past the tent again and back to the base. But as soon as the four of us made it back to base, we found out there was nothing there.
I suddenly entered this sort of fake lucid state. I tried to build us a new base. But instead, I build a landing pad and this large kind of helicopter-looking aircraft with four big turbines, two on each side. It was sort of a teal color.

I think this comes from the same dream, but I have no idea how it connects. I was in the desert still, but the sand dunes were a lot smaller now. Plus, there were no mountains in the distance now. And there was an abrupt, straight border with a forest of large pine trees that were all exactly the same height.
The dream characters from before were there, and the girl took this red Frisbee sized plastic ring and spun it around like a coin. Apparently it was some kind of archery challenge because I had a bow and arrow.
When I shot it (and hit it nonetheless) The arrow and ring shot straight up into the sky. Then my quiver came off my back, floated over to the same spot that I hit the ring, and went straight up into the sky.
We started to go looking for the plastic ring and my arrows, and we went into the forest next to the desert. At first, we could not find them, but then this well-camouflaged door opened in the side of one of the trees.
My mom comes out holding the ring and my arrows.
"I believe these are yours. I found them in my yard."

This whole thing doesn't make an ounce of sense!

Monday Night

I was going to a pool party at my old friend's house. I can remember walking to the pool with a couple friends, but it was rather uneventful.
When we got there, this girl that I've never met before got out of the pool and started kissing me and telling me that she loved me. I can remember that she was very overweight and didn't seem to have good hygiene. At first, I sort of let her kiss me and stuff, because I thought it was a joke or something.
Then she started holding me down and I think she was trying to have sex with me or something. (This is about as disturbing as it gets, so if you read this part, you're good.) The dream gets really hazy at this point.

After awhile, I came to my senses. She was still kissing me but we were in a really fancy restaurant with my parents. I told her I had to get going and she seemed a little sad, but was fine with me leaving.

Tuesday Night (Last Night)

A minor event. I can't remember what It was about at all, but I had one. Became lucid and woke up.

Also a WILD experience that I accidentally let myself have. I went though hallucinations and all that stuff. The dream started with these credits, like a movie was starting. I can't remember what they said because the letters were really small and sort of blurry. I can't remember what else happened, but I think that it was a WILD

The final dream for this triple-length entry is by far one of the most surreal and interesting dream experiences that I've had thus far. It was totally worth it to type all of those lousy pointless dreams just so I could get to tell you about this one interesting good one.
I was floating up, holing onto about a dozen balloons. But they were glowing with a hazy gold light. I looked around, and there were thousands of these balloons all around me. They were all drifting up from the middle of this giant bronze gear in the floor of a titanic room. The center of the gear was some kind of aperture that released the balloons.
Some of the balloons were alone, others were in clumps. Another clump floated up next to me, and my english teacher was hanging onto it.
I vividly remember her voice and choice of words almost exactly as she would have done in real life, and she was teaching me about lucid dreaming (of all things) as we drifted upwards holding onto these balloons.

This story is going to be a little disjointed I fear, as the dream and following states I was in are a little disjointed. I am posting this for anyone who has had a similar experience to discuss or to give advice, towards the end I've asked a couple of questions. It's important to note that this is my first out of body experience and was different to lucid dreams which I have a bit of experience with.

Also want to mention that I am still unsure where I stand on my belief of Astral Projection as I have as yet to find anything concrete in the Lucid Dream or other states that prove to me when awake that I had moved into a different reality space. However I will keep going with it.

This morning I had a lucid dream about 6am that I woke from, very simple lucid dream, I was on a soccer field alone and realised I was dreaming so I kicked the ball and mentally directed it into the top right hand corner of the goal. A friend arrived and distracted me and I lost lucidity (thanks for that Steve).

A short while after I woke up and could feel the vibrations, which anyone familiar with sleep paralysis will be aware of, sometimes they scare me, other times they don't, which means I am getting better as they used to all scare the hell out of me.

Having read Robert Monroe's 'Journey's out of the body' I decided to try and 'roll out'. I was able to move my 'astral' arms and reach over and touch the floor initially. After a while I was able to fully roll out and was in a 'press up position' on the floor. All the time knowing that my body was up on the bed. I concentrated and floated up to the ceiling, then I felt anxious and automatically moved back into my body. It felt similar to when you get a fright in a dream and are shot back into your body, except in slow motion, I calmly floated back into my body.

Now the trouble was, throughout this whole experience, I could not see anything. The floor and ceiling were where I perceieved them to be, but whenever I tried to open what I will call my 'astral eyes', my eyes started to open on my physical body, like it was waking my body up.

Question 1: Has anyone experienced such a thing and if so, how did you get around this? Any tips on how can I open my eyes and see what's around me when in this state?

Finally, now I am not sure if this occured before or after I managed to 'roll out' of my body', but I felt a presence, 2 or 3 other beings in the room that seemed to be involved in the vibration process I think and it felt like they were trying to assist me in getting out of my body. There was a being I perceived as female, dark hair wearing a gray and black striped top, that is all I recall, no facial features just her presence. A short time after they had appeared to have left, a I started to get a little scared during the vibrations and asked for her to return, which she did, and she said to me in what seemed a rather jocular tone, "I do this about 30 times a week!".

Now it did seem in good spirit and like she has something to do with my being in these other states, assuming when I am asleep and unaware what is going on, seeing as lucid dreaming accounts for about 0.001% of my total dreaming life.

09.26.2012

Lucid Public Restroom Fellatio and Breast-play (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can't barely contain myself............I had to delete my previous reaction because I'm so PUMPED.

And yay me for the somewhat decent recall too, this is definitely a huge boost, considering I have a History Exam coming up....at least this will make it more tolerable.

I get up from my bed, and somehow, I do a reality check instinctively. I had a feeling the dream environment would be bright and sunny. Inside of my bedroom, even though I didn't pay too much attention to the details in it, I realized it's a bit brighter than usual without any kind of artificial light source.

I believe I checked my alarm after "waking up" to it in the dream, and I think it was around 7:00 AM at the time, but again, I didn't pay too much attention to it. I slowly walk out of the door from my bedroom, and I'm now going through the small hallway of the kitchen.

I didn't even bother switching the lights on, since I'm already lucid, but I could tell from peripheral vision, my subconscious does an amazing job of replicating my whole apartment. As I'm slowly walking in my apartment still, I made sure to touch my body as much as possible, and I felt my chest, my stomach, and some of my legs as well.

The vividness of the dream, it was just like waking life, but even better. More crisp, detailed, and still even had somewhat of a high-end graphics game to it as well. I touch my body some more, and told myself,

"I will have a long and stable lucid dream."

"I will have a long and stable lucid dream."

Just like that.....I told myself that, and then I wanted to touch the wall to the left of me for more stability and getting the realism in. I could feel the small bumps on it, and it felt smooth just like the wall in waking life, oh and it had the white color to it as well. I saw small highlights hitting the wall as well from the window in front of me emitting the light.

The dark sky blue curtain I usually have up in waking life to conceal the insides of the apartment more was there as well. It's glowing, to some extent, from the daylight hitting through the slightly opened blinds, and then through the curtains.

I even told myself a few times at some point that I'm going to wake up, NOPE, NO STOPPING ME NOW!!!!!!!!! I immediately eradicated that thought, and then to my right, I noticed my bicycle is on top of the round table.

Yeah, that's definitely abnormal, and the table had a caramel color to it, just like in waking life. The gears on my bicycle, there was a subtle difference compared to the waking life counterpart. The gears in waking life were black and just like any default mountain bicycle with several gears for several levels of speed for the bicycle.

In the dream, it was as if the bicycle was brand spanking new. The gears were light gray, with probably just one gear instead of several, and I probably assumed that because the bicycle was titled diagonally to the right side from my position. To keep augmenting the stability, I decided to feel the bicycle tire on the back.

I moved the rear bicycle tire to rotate anti-clockwise (I think that's just a habit of being left-handed) with my right hand. As I watched it moved, I hover my right hand over the tires, and I gradually descended it until I finally made contact with the tires. I could feel the slight grazing from my palm, and the small grooves of the tires as well.

WOAH. If I wasn't lucid, this would've been an insane false awakening....

I even widened my eyes on how I was able to feel all of this. The bicycle was also purple, and had the light blue oval color with a thin white border around it on one of the horizontal and long supports of the bicycle under the seat. I didn't look too much to see if it had the name of the bicycle though.

I finally shift my focus to the door, and I believe I took my left hand to touch the doorknob. I noticed it was pretty damn close to the waking life counterpart as well. It had a dark gold color that was faded.

There were these small degradations apparent from the doorbell. I don't know if it was an intentional design like the waking life counterpart, but there were small cracked like style to it. The whole doorbell was covered with these randomly curved and jagged lines. I finally turn it, opened the door, and immediately saw the huge level of contrast from my dark apartment and this bright and sunny environment.

I take the time to really absorb in all that's being given to me. It's sort of difficult to describe the dream environment at this time, since it was so bright and sunny, I could only focus on getting my senses adjusted to this new level of stability and vividness.

I couldn't tell I was naked or not, but I assumed I had clothes on the moment I left the apartment. I knew I had to have had an underwear on in the apartment, despite knowing I slept naked in waking life.

After almost zoning out, I get back to focusing on doing something, and I turned around to my left, and I saw a cop vehicle. It was black and white, and had a dark gold symbol between the front and back doors on the right side, and I'm assuming this is the case for the left side that I didn't bother to look at. I get closer to the vehicle, and see there's a police office inside.

He's looks African American, is bald, and he's wearing glasses with a very thin metal frame. He was wearing a Black dress shirt with his badge somewhere on the left or right, and also wore Black long pants as well. I saw the pockets on his shirt as well, and these looked like pockets to store heavier stuff than your usual dress shirt pocket.

I open the door and sit next to him on the passenger seat. I close the door, and had a small random talk with him.

I didn't waste time and blatantly asked him,

"What do you represent in this dream?"

He then goes on to ramble about some random reason why he exists....he declares something about him being here because I didn't water down something?

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat? I guess you're just a random DC.

The guy was pretty nice, he wasn't threatening or anything like that. So while I decide to just stay in the vehicle with this guy, it seems he's going to get a huge car wash for his vehicle. I quickly looked up, and I saw motors quickly initiating to get ready to scrub the police vehicle. I immediately get out, since I don't want to waste time seeing a car get washed.

After I get out, here's the part that confuses me, maybe it's just a slight fault to my recall here, but I don't know what I did next from him.

But I do know things felt like a dream shift, and I'm still lucid....this whole environment was still bright.

I find something very odd....most of my dreams consisted of some kind of darkness....and the majority of those dreams in darkness were non-lucid. Here I have a lucid where it's completely bright and sunny, and to some extent, even blinding on me being able to pick out key areas of the environment around me.

I wonder.....could it be the day light in the dream that keeps me aware? Hmmm......I wonder....

I'm walking with someone who is on my left side. I can't tell who they are at the moment, and it seems we're coming near the end of a driveway and eventually on to the road. But instead of actually crossing it, I go back along with this person I'm with that I'm not even bothering to turn my face to, and I asked them,

"Do you think I can teleport to Alyzarin? (I said her real name)"

The voice sounds like a female....and now that I think about it more, I slowly shifted my eyes to the left side, and saw a female body, but I didn't look up as yet to see the head just yet. The person who's visage I can't identify as yet is wearing a Pastel green long sleeved jacket that had the material of a long-sleeved dress shirt....I hope that description makes sense.

It seemed they wore skinny jeans, and I believe they probably had a red shirt underneath the dress shirt type of jacket. As I'm moving my head up to see how they look like, it's really hard to tell if she's a blonde girl, or if she looked like a girl named Sarah B. that I used to know for History class.

It's hard to tell if I would have another dream shift with another girl, but for now, for this moment, I'll just put in what I remember at the time.

The girl that I can't identify responds to me in a passive but confident manner,

"No, you can't do that."

I felt slightly disappointed in myself that I couldn't teleport to attempt to find Alyzarin, and I didn't bother asking the female any more questions on other ways to find her.

Now comes the gap in recall here...ugh, I need to work on that.....actually no, I'm just going to let it come naturally...

The dream shifts again, and now I'm with a girl that looks a lot like Sarah B. (I'm using that because I met way too many Sarah's in my life).

It seems Sarah is wearing this weird color that seems to be a mix of dark maroon and brown, it's very hard to describe. I'd said....a really dark brown colored jacket? Underneath that was a light gray sleeveless ruffle blouse of some sort. She wore regular jeans as well, but my recall of how they really looked like is a bit stale, since I was mostly enticed by her face.

She has a very cheerful personality, just like the waking life counterpart, it's like my subconscious collaborated in getting the best aspects of her overall personality.

She was one of the most cheerful females I've met in my life, and was very nice towards me. She's the type of girl who has a lot of friends, probably even to this day, and she was usually the type to jokingly make fun of them.....she was just the cool chick that you just had to love.

She holds my hand.....oh my...

I let her guide me, and then she tells me,

"Let's go to the Women's Restroom....."

I take my hand away from her and stop right there.....

The last time I went inside a Women's Restroom in a lucid dream, I ended up fingering a girl who was peeing....I wonder what's going to happen now with someone I had a slight crush on before in waking life?

I respond,

"But But.....why can't we use the Men's Restroom?"

She responds with,

"Tch," like she was slightly irritated on why I would be concerned on which restroom to go to.

Wooooah, she probably needs to get some action or something....I didn't expect her to express a slight shift in mood.

It was as if she's the embodiment of a YANDERE...woahhhhhhhhhhhhh....oh goodness.......things are going to get EXCIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITING..a dream character who can go slightly psycho on me, but is still mostly romantically attracted to me? I'm GAME.

I stand there for a while, looking back and forth at the Men's and Women's Restroom sign above me, and then peeked at the Women's Restroom for a split second because I didn't want to look like a pervert.

I'm lucid, and I'm still afraid of this? I mean....that makes sense, because a girl I fingered in the bathroom in a lucid that was months ago went bat shit cray the moment I told her to prove she was my dream guide. She does this by making her eyes bigger than they should be, and she just did some weird stuff to wake me up while having her legs wrapped around my waist, and her arms around my neck.

I guess unconsciously, I was afraid of that scenario possibly happening. After a while, and by a while, I just mean a few seconds, I sigh, and then I decided to inside the women's restroom.

As I'm going in, it seems there are Men's Urinals with small stalls splitting between them for privacy. Oh man......this brings back memories from that last lucid I had a long time ago....

Alright, now for the 18+ stuff, you have been warned, and don't get your hopes up too much, it was just mainly just a fellatio and tit-job....but still, it's an amazing experience for me, considering I didn't have to worry about the dream destabilizing.

Sex is SEX....even it's just oral and using another female's body part.

Spoiler for 18+....but I know most of you are going to read this anyway..:

Sarah B. is already sitting on the urinal....and it seems she's looking the other way and not paying attention to me. I could tell she's doing this on purpose to lure me. She's also completely naked.

Her tits were amazing, they were way bigger than they were in waking life, I'd say they were double D tits. Her nipples were dark brown as well. As I'm getting closer to her, I noticed that there's an African American woman to the right of Sarah on a separate stall.

She was naked as well, and she somehow managed to curl up her whole body to literally be inside the Urinal. She has her whole body confined in a tight spot, and she has her arms wrapping around her knees as well, exposing her vagina.

I could sense her shivering....she felt really scared, but I didn't feel the need to try and be empathetic towards this female. She also had long dark brown hair as well, and as for her visage, it wasn't really appealing to me at all.

I'm sorry, maybe I'm being too cruel, but since she's already naked, and in a position where she openly has her cunt like that, I wondered if she was just a sex object or something. I didn't do anything with her, I was only looking at her, and only spent a few seconds feeling sorry for her.

It felt kind of awkward having the lady to the right draining my chance to get some action from Sarah B., so I think my subconscious conveniently extends the borders of the already thin and small bathroom stalls. Sarah B. is sitting on the toilet now instead of a Urinal, and the dark skinned women who was ruining my mood with her depressing energy was completely blocked off.

Now that I have Sarah B. all to myself, I noticed she already took my pants off, but not all the way, just enough to where it's hanging near the bottom of my rear. She takes my penis out, and she slowly sucks on it.

The feeling, it's hard to distinguish how it felt like, at some moments, I didn't feel anything, and then for other moments, I felt the suction from her mouth.

However, despite all of this, the fact that we're doing it in a public restroom where someone could come in and see me getting oral sex was exhilarating...and I purposefully left the new extended bathroom stall for the toilets opened a bit. I didn't care who came in, all I wanted to focus on was Sarah B., the girl who invariably was so nice to me in waking life is giving me fellatio...

Even though I couldn't get the feelings of the skin contact down, just being with someone who is openly sexual towards me in a lucid dream was enough to get my going. I looked back to see if anyone came inside the bathroom (not came as in sexual came, came as in coming in...ugh, it's hard with these puns looool).

After a while, Sarah B. starts to use her tits and sandwiches my dick and slowly moves her tits up and down. I felt some kind of sensation, but it all happened so quickly that I just couldn't get the feeling down right. After a while, Sarah B. takes a break, and she's squatting down on the toilet seat.

No, she's not doing anything....nothing weird here...Anyway, I continue to gaze at her naked body, and her breasts suddenly became enticing all over again. I get my hands and started to gently stroke and massage her tits. They felt so smooth and soft.

Sarah asks me,

"Brandon??? What are you doing???" while she's smiling at me....yes...yes...keep up that hard as nails personality and then go back to being sexually attracted to me....dear goodness....

AFJSDAKJSDAFJ this is waaaaaay too awesome....

She does another "Tch" sound, which turns me on because as much as she's trying to be tough, she's still being passive and allowing her body to be used like this. I decided to lower myself down and suck on her nipples.

Once I had a good hold on her nipples with my mouth, I rolled my tongue in a circular motion, feeling the grooves and creases of her erect right nipple. My warm tongue was thawing out her cold nipples, and I kept hearing the large sucking sounds I made from it. I continued groping her tits and sucking her nipples until some people start to come in.

If you get confused....just read what's under the damn spoiler.

I get distracted, and there's a random group of men that come in. I can't tell all of their facial composition, and there's maybe like 2-3 of them overall, one I know being a big and muscular Black male. He declares to me,

"Let's trade women!"

I get pissed, I immediately grabbed Sarah B's naked body and said,

"NO! SHE'S MINE!"

I quickly dash out of the restroom, and then all of a sudden, there's random shooting, and I'm even hearing machine guns....

LOLLL HOLY...RUN LINK RUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

I still have a good hold on Sarah B in my arms, and I eventually reached back to my apartment again and quickly shut down the door. I looked outside at the window and saw an old man get shot by this unknown force of entities I didn't even see as yet. I honestly think the shooting was just added there for the lulz or something.

I was worried if the old man was dead or not, and by looking at him, he was a really short man lying down on the grass. I'd say he's probably 3-4 feet tall, he has a big head.

He looks exactly like the Sturgeon from Windwaker, except he was wearing a white outfit, and a red-pink-ish band around his waist, and his skin was tanned.

I opened the door after the gunfire ceased, and asked the old man,

"Hey, are you okay?"

The man wiggles his nose, and he gets up immediately and I let him inside of my apartment.

After the fiasco really calms down, NOW I START THINKING of the consequences of receiving fellatio and a tit-job from Sarah B....

LOL, despite my lucidity, I'm STILL concerned, it's like my mind was so focused on getting away from the gunfire that the after effect made me dumb down a bit...I started thinking,

"Shit...what if she has an STD?" I started to pace myself back and forth near my apartment while Sarah B. is probably sitting down on a chair next to the same round caramel table I mentioned that is in my apartment in waking and dreaming life.

After worrying about the matter even more, I then have another dream shift where I see the alarm clock time for 7:54 AM. I'm back inside of my dark bedroom, and the alarm clock is just sitting there, glowing the time in red light.

I can't remember much after that, but when I woke up, I felt these rushed emotions tingly and surging through my head and most of my spine.

Wow...this dream took me quite a while to type....man...I need to type faster! I have 35 minutes or so to get to my class, and I'll probably have to eat a banana after I'm done with brushing my teeth and all.....

FAST MODE ACTIVATE!!!!!!!!!!!!

First lucid dream

at first I was in a huge dream but I remember only bits and parts

me and my dad were flying in a plane because I think there was a zombie acoplypse we landed in this kind of abandoned park and thats all I remember

then I went back to sleep and had my first lucid dream

i was in my old house laundry but it was kind of messed up my sister was there and for skme weird reason I just knew i was dreaming I didnt have to do any RC it was beyind weird I looked at my self I could see my body so I lokked around the laundry then I thaught of doing something I tried to but i couldnt do it so I rembered that you have to beleive it for a reason so I looked around for a vial but woked up before I found one


then I went to sleep again and had a dream that i was this kind of soldeir but thats all i can rember

ih well at least it was my first lucid

Alright, trying to get back in the flow of writing my dreams, I realize I mised these two in my previous post.

9/17: 4 dreams

Even though there was 4 dreams, I only recall one. Me and my bro were on the side of a highway, about 40 feet away from it, shooting cars. I remember holding this real nice sniper rifle with a scope on the top, shooting at cars/trucks passing by, listening to the sound of the bullet bouncing off the trailers. There was another dream that had the same thing go on, but with a different weapon I think, and the other two dreams were probably also variants of the dream.

9/19: Volcano dream

I don't remember as much about this one as I did the day it happened.
I remember mom wasn't home, and it was bedtime. The house was kind of warm, but I shrugged it off, and went to bed. When I woke up, a volcano had gone off in the night(probably before I went to bed, or right as I was going to bed), so there was just ashes everywhere, and things burning. I remember just looking out and seeing a mountain nearby our home covered in ashes. It was near winter time in my dream, and I remember thinking "I know those are ashes, not snow." I saw a tree in our yard, looking at where the branches connect to the center of the tree: They were burning orange, as if they were about to fall off from the heat. I woke everyone up, and we evacuated. My parents stopped to talk to some guy who was also evacuating, and he says it is unimaginable for a volcano to be going off. I looked up and there was two giant logs as a structure above us. They were burning at the center weakpoint as well, and I walked off not wanting to be crushed if they fell. I looked around at buildings just observing the horror that was happening. There was a building kind of like the space needle with lava oozing out the top. The dream ended with us returning to our home, safe, as the volcano was contained, and the lava didn't overtake our house.

Non Lucid.

I'm afraid of telling anyone the details of this dream because people might think I'm going psycho. It's "not normal" for a teenage girl to have such dreams.

This I had Sunday night, school's the next day. I have been drawing people mutilating themselves in various ways. Normally I don't draw such things, but right now I am in a bit of a depression. I need some kind of relief.

This is one of the dreams I have where I am not in my own body. I don't know anyone in it. I can't remember a lot of the thoughts I had.

I was in the body of a very fit man in a chalk-striped dark blue suit. There was some part of me viewing his mind objectively, though I still initiated some action. In some parts he and I were of the same mindset.

We went to either a terrace of a big business building or a gas station though I didn't see any pumps. It was night and there were lights on the covering of the white triangular roof. Then I saw a gray-blue garbage can in front of one of those convenience store doors on the only far wall (gray/beige) to the left and then a little boy standing next to the garbage can. He had on a dark gray short-sleeve T-shirt with black lining the collar and cuffs. I cannot remember his bottom-half. Inside the door it was quite bright (sort of a white light, I couldn't see much).

I don't know exactly how but I killed him, his head was hanging cleanly off his neck to the left but he was standing quite upright. He had black hair and looked like that kid Asa Butterfield. Before I killed him I had a vague feeling of frustration and surprise. There was not much blood.

Then a white woman (maybe in her late 20s, early 30s) with long blonde hair in a light top and blue jeans ran up to the boy and started speaking animatedly to him. I walked away. I thought, I have to go somewhere else, then I spotted a black car pulling up (maybe a Lincoln). Before getting in I turned to look and the boy was alive again. The woman was pulling him to a red car beside a gas pump, it looked like he was trying to resist. Like there was an invisible pole and he was hanging onto it with his limbs splayed out. They looked more child-like when I killed him. Now they looked spidery and thin, stretched. He was yelling out something, he sounded panicked, I couldn't get any actual words. Then I turned around and woke up, hot and sweating.

This is my very first lucid dream that I can remember. Here is how it goes:
I was walking around outside in complete daylight, everything seemed nice and I kept looking at my feet while walking towards a tree that was right outside of my dogs fence, (it's not really there in reality.)
I stopped half way to the tree when I spotted a HUGE anaconda, this instantly made me lucid. Snakes are a big sign that I'm dreaming, because they are frequently in them. Whenever I see or think about snakes I do a reality check, this way whenever I have a dream with snakes in it I will (hopefully) pinch my nose.
Anyways, I started looking around and then I suddenly fell down, and the dream scape then changed. I woke up on a couch in a hotel, I pinched my nose and I felt how I was still breathing and then I knew once again that I was dreaming. (Hehe, I made a rhyme... Well, I think I did)
I looked around and saw my parents sitting on another couch, they were talking. I focused on trying to make the whole dream clearer, so I shouted things such as "clarity now!" and "vividness now!", but it did not work very well, so I went up to my mother, who was eating something, and I said "show me unconditional love!" (it was all I could think of.)
She took me in her arms and said: "Darling stop talking nonsense."
I laughed, because I was in shock at how the hug felt exactly how it would feel in reality, yet the dream was still not very vivid.
I then did a foolish thing. Since this was a DILD I guess I was still not in my right mind...
I looked at my mother, and father, and told them that I wanted to wake up now, so that I could tell my friends/family.
My mom grabbed my shoulder gently, and said "whatever you want sweetheart."
I thought that she was going to wake me up, but I was wrong, I had to to it myself, so I closed my eyes tightly and opened them really fast, and I awakened on my bed. I was in misery, I mean, I just let a perfectly fine lucid dream go to waste... Shame on me.

The first dream I had was about my friend Nick and I. We were hanging out with a few other people at my house. My house had bunkbeds for some reason though. All I remember is having a group conversation for awhile, and then looking over at Nick because I heard him snoring. He had fallen asleep with his eyes open and was snoring. It was terribly funny to me so I pointed it out and threw a pen at him to snap him out of it.

The next dream was very weird to me at the time. My family was getting ready to head out for church on a Sunday. I was in my back yard waiting for everyone to gather. I noticed my sister's boyfriend pull up in his car, and opened the gate for him. He was walking in with a toddler boy that looked a little bit like him.
"Who's this little guy?" I asked him. He told me it was his son. I was so blown away, I said "Oh, alright." Then I walked back into my parent's house and talked to my mom.
"Did you know that Tristan had another kid? I sure as heck didn't." I said to her. She had no idea either, we were both a bit dumb founded.

After that, I had a dream that I was back at my old elementry school. I was having a cigerette and talking with someone else. After awhile I began having a very bad feeling like something was there. I told everyone we should leave, it was dark and I could feel something dangerous around. There were kids with us then and I began getting them to the exit. I saw what it was that was prowling. A character named Urgot from a videogame of mine. He was a biological machine that gave himself eternal life by replacing all of his organs and limbs with other creatures bodies and machine's. He looks like a huge wrotting mass with long metalic legs like a spider. We needed to get out. So we got to the exit and everyone was out except for one small boy. He had dissapeared. I ran back in the school and found him propped up against the wall, his chest was bleeding. Part of the skin of his chest had been taken out, so I rushed him away and back to his home down the street. The scene shifted to the next day. There were police in front of his house and his family had gathered to keep him company through recovery. I knew for some reason that I was the answer to Urgot's attacks. I walked in the house and pleaded with the family to let me through, I could help. They let me in, and I put my hand on the boy- and his injuries were healed. There was a bit more after this part but I don't remember it very well.

The last dream was about my mother and I taking a trip up to the mountains with a little girl we were taking with us. Her parents both recently had died, and her and her sister were being taken in by my family but weren't together at the moment. The little girl wanted to hear about my mother parents, this was in the future some time after they both had died. My mother told me to tell the girl about them, so I did for the rest of the car ride. We got to a cabin we were going to be staying at, then my alarm went off.

Dreamt that I lived in a house that had a haunted doorway and hall. Monsters and ghosts would come through and try to Gg et in. I had all the tool necessary to banish them and would get paid a lot of money when. Did. I had a lot of fun doing this and had several different encounters with different types of monsters. Sometimes kara would help me but mostly when she worked I worked. Was super fun and a little scary. Only one I wasn't able to defeat was a devil type woman who could teleport and split selves and was just about neA r impossible. I went through a door to the devil himself and she was his maiden. We fought for hours but she was stronger. There was a scene where she was gonna finish me but we found out we had shared a sister who was dead. We both cried and she recombined and vanished. I went to take a break in the bedroom and saw a shadow ghost. I sucked it into me and imagined t exploding.

I wake up and continue to dream. This time I live at mothers and I love that I see these ghosts. I battle with them constantly. My mom leaves the house and there is a massive battle where I imagine blasting them to picese. Most of the time I don't actually see them but I feel them. Sometimes I do see them and destroy them. Mother comes home and I leave to a sports type school. This is a combination of my old house in the first dream with added sports stadiums. There's a girl there that's my best friend and open lover. We exchange loving glances. I secretly fight off these ghosts and play some sports. When I finish I go to the girls side where they play professionally. They are doing hula competition. I see a beautiful girl doing hula and I flirt with her. She smiles and competes. When she's done I go over and sit with her. She resists letting me touch her at first but then she starts to like me. We cuddle while I fondle her breasts.

I leave and go home. Mother and Adam are about to leave. I get excited and prepare to battle. I start collecting my energy and shooting it throughout the house. A strong energy appears as if I woke it up and overpowers me. I am a little scared and walk outside the house. The door slams on me and I get angry. I go inside and shoot pretend energy and try to scare the monster. I fail and leave. The scene flashes to me at a psychiatrist telling him about my powers. We are at a cozy house where my mom and two of her friends are staying. Another guy who had similar problems came to talk. He overcame them but was having physical problems. He said the psychiatrist was charging too much and couldn't pay him. He left and we talked. He said I had to stop that it was getting worse. I told him that I did not wanted to stop. It was fun for me to battle these ghosts and that they really were ghosts all around. He made me remember the time before this happened. I realized that this is all in my head send that I have to make it stop. My mom and her 3 friends came over and I tried to not see ghosts. I started to hallucinate in saw her face is as a zombie. I kept trying to tell myself it's not real and slowly her face to change back.

I'm on a road in the middle of the country. I need a ride. I hitch hike with a man who is driving an old blue truck with a fenced back. in the black of the truck is a strange animal. it looked like a hippo but with a worse temper. the man said it was always trying to flip the truck. I get in the passenger side and he drives to my hometown. as we enter, I notice a festival of some kind with all my friends and a bunch of older townsfolk. the hippo starts flipping out and rolls the truck in the middle of a highway. it proceeds to head for the people. I jump ontop of the hippo and try to steer it away from the crowd. it heads right, away from most people. I was flung against a wall. I got up and chased the hippo around a corner. after turning, I see the hippo infront of me, facing me. It charges at me and pushes me all the way to the highway again. so im on the farthest side of the highway and the hippo is on the other closer to the crowd. the hippo was trying to choose where to charge. I see a semi on the highway driving in my direction. I scream at the hippo trying to get it to charge at me so the semi would hit it. finally the hippo charges at me and the semi hits it. but oddly as they collide, im blown away and get up to see im with the crowd of people. Im face down on the ground and when I stand up I see my friend scott standing in front of me. I give him a huge hug and felt something amazing, like I was perfectly comfortable and about to go to sleep. As I slowly closed my eyes I saw elyse turn around the corner to see me hugging scott. then I fell asleep.

Awake/SP, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm in an elaborate, fantasy landscape. I fall over the side of a cliff and start falling down the side of a mountain, which has terraces in it and lots of trees, but the trees are all growing out of the side of the mountain. As I fall, I think, I could expect there to be a soft, grassy field below me for me to land on, and there would be one. I try to do exactly that, but it doesn't work. Eventually, I remember that I can fly, and fly back up to the top of the cliff/mountain.

[That's all I can remember now of an awesome, detailed, elaborate lucid dream that was remarkably long for my first sleep cycle of the night. I was really, really determined to have a lucid dream last night, and my determination and MILDing worked. I also remember choosing to stay in and prolong the dream at least twice, but I don't remember any more details. I really should have taken a moment to write them down in my paper dream journal after I woke up.]

[Later, different part of the night.] I feel, more clearly and with more awareness than I ever have before, all my major muscles transitioning into their paralyzed state. After a moment, a dream begins to form. Some Viking-warrior-looking guys who look like they came straight out of a movie by Aardman Animations are standing over me, watching me wake up. We're all in a big wooden hall. The dream is very weak, fuzzy, and indistinct, though, and although I try to focus on it, it fades away before I can get into it fully. This can be partially blamed on the fact that I'm completely fascinated by the experience I've just had, and this novel feeling of being “stuck” in my sleeping body while still being consciously aware.

Welcome to SP, I think. That wasn't so bad, was it? I lie still and observe the experience. Although I'm conscious, in a way I never am in waking life, of my breathing happening automatically, I feel like I'm not getting enough air. I realize that that's because I have my forearms crossed over my chest so that their dead weight is resting right on top of my ribcage. I can feel my left-hand fingertips touching the skin of my right arm, but I feel removed from the sensation. I hope for another dream to start, but it doesn't. I attempt to visualize a scene, but it's a very halfhearted effort and doesn't go anywhere. Also, I have my head tilted to my right at an awkward angle, which makes me think, I'm going to feel that in the morning. After a few minutes, I get bored and decide to get up and use the restroom. I have no problem getting back to normal wakefulness.

Side notes:
I've always been afraid to try WILDing because I'd never experienced sleep paralysis, and I was afraid that I might experience hypnagogic hallucinations or sensations that would frighten me. This was the first time I'd ever really experienced SP. It was cool and weird, but not frightening at all, and I didn't experience any hypnagogic hallucinations. Getting over your fear of something is always nice.