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AWAKE
DREAM
LUCID DREAM
DREAM SIGN
NOTES

I'm standing in a room facing a door that leads to a hallway and some stairs. I guess the room must be a living room because of some large red chairs to my left, centred around a table and close to an old fashioned TV. To my right, there is a door leading off to another room. I decide to take my clothes off (No idea why) so I just randomly strip naked. I hear someone coming so I run into the room to my left (I've gotten into the habit of questioning reality whenever I pass through a door when I'm awake, so my subconscious kind of failed me here...) The room is mostly empty, with a bare concrete floor and no decoration. It looks like building work is still going on in this room. On the wall to my left there are some coats on pegs, and on the wall opposite me there is a door leading outside, and a rusty sink under a window. The wall to my right is mostly bare. I can hear someone following me, and panic a little (Strange, my dreams are always very vivid, the only thing my mind usually gets wrong is that I'm emotionally indifferant to everything... Panic is rare in my dreams.) I notice a door on the same wall as the door I just came through. It is partially concealed by coats, so I decide to hide there. I run to the door and pull it open, it turns out to be a closet. A strange blue glow is emitted from quite a large source, it looks sort of like a night light. Other than the light, the closet is filled with brooms and tools. I close the door behind me but someone grabs the door from the other side just before it closes. I quickly cover myself with a black towel (Can't remember if I had this for the whole dream, or if it just appeared in my hand.) The door is pulled open and I see my younger brother on the other side. He looks at me with a strange expression, almost like how you would look at a child who had done something wrong. He then leads me back towards the living room. My 3:00AM alarm wakes me up, telling me to attempt a WILD.

Horrible insomnia last night, but thank goodness I'm off today so that I could sleep in and have an interesting DILD. I woke up at 3am, then fell back to sleep at about 5:30am, when Danny was getting ready for work. I could faintly hear him in the kitchen getting his food together. Right before I fell asleep, I had some vibrations, but they were really short, mild bursts. Not enough to keep me aware, so I passed out cold. The first thing I remember was a nonlucid where I was reading some kind of health journal in bed. It's interesting to me how the words were not jumbled, and what I was reading seemed to make sense (until the last 3 words):

Something about congestive heart failure.. something something patients experience these symptoms etc etc in a bird.

HAHA?! In a bird? I said I must be dreaming. My room Looked different and my comforter was not mine. So I slowly got out of bed. I had the strange feeling that not much time had passed, and that Danny would still be in the kitchen in real life, so I wondered if I would bump into the DC version of him. I did, and he came up and kissed me. I noticed that he had rearranged all the living room furniture, including some furniture that we don't own. I laughed and said "Good work on the living room there buddy, been busy eh?" He hugged me and said "Yeah, I know, I'm awesome. There's still a blank spot on that wall though, and I need to change my cell number." I wanted to tell him what a cute DC he was, but I didn't want him to explode, so I just said I needed to go do stuff, have a nice day at work. I went to the dining room that we don't own, and thought about how I want to see if I can switch back and forth between feeling my real body in bed, then back into the LD. I laid down on the floor, but things started to get dark, and I was afraid I would wake up, so I hopped back up. I went into the living room, and Danny was gone. The room wasn't very well lit. I saw Daisy run up to me and give me some love. I went through the house trying light switches, but nothing worked. So finally I went for the front door, which looked different and had a weird lock that I don't own irl. I could hear rain on the other side. I opened the lock, then the door, then what I saw was probably the coolest LD scene I can remember. It was raining, and flooding the driveway and road. There were these bushes in the front yard that were so emerald green. Everything was so vivid, and hyper-colored. More vivid than in real life, and I'm starting to think that my extra vivid dreams are extra clear like this, because I don't have visual snow in the really clear, vivid dreams. Whereas I have visual snow in real life, which translates to some of the less vivid dreams. Anyway, I wasn't going to go outside at first, because of all the rain, then I thought screw it. I'm glad I did, because the scene that unveiled was amazing. Instead of a row of houses that should have been there, there was a playground with a huge jungle gym set, and just behind it was a giant italian villa, only way more colorful. To the right was a huge silver and crystal palace, and to the left was the Dallas skyline more or less. I looked at the villa and there was an outside elevator going up, but it didn't stop at the top balcony, it just shot up through the sky like a rocket. I said I'm so going there right now. Oh and Ziggy escaped and went for a swim in the flooded driveway, but I retrieved him and tossed him back inside. I started for the gym set, but I was barefoot. I summoned some shoes, but there were no matches, just a bunch of odd sized boots. I threw some on that looked similar enough. They felt cool and wet from being rained on. Though the rain had now stopped. I walked to the base of the gym set, when I noticed a guy talking to a girl about real estate. I decided to be funny, and I shook my bootie at him. He stopped talking for a bit, like I distracted him haha. I climbed to the top of the jungle gym, singing some Lucia di Lammermoor. Couldn't get out the high E, so I laid down and tried again, no luck. Stupid dream voice. I stood back up, but now that villa and the palace were gone, just the Dallas skyline. But I could see, just a short distance between the base of the other side of the jungle gym and downtown, was a little street that was adorned with lights, just like Little Italy in NY. I decided to get down of the set and go there. I had the choice between a rope ladder with plastic bars, or the pole. It was a looooong way down, and I feel pain in LDs too, so I avoided the pole and went down the ladder. As i started down, it went immediately to night, but I could still see since I think there were floodlights on the playground. I stopped briefly and looked at the pole.. I should have gone for the pole instead, would have been faster. I need to fly more, hell. i got to the bottom, then everything went black. I clapped my hands, saying more light, over and over. But my voice was so weak. I suddenly "woke up", but it was into another lucid. I was instantly in a bed in a strange bedroom, sitting straight up. This bed had bed posts, and holding onto one at the foot of the bed, was a man dressed like a KKK member. But his costume had floral print lol. Still kinda creepy. He was facing me perfectly, almost like a reflection (except for the KKK part of course). I waved my hands back and forth really fast, and he mirrored me perfectly. Then I flipped him off with both hands, same thing. I said, I gotta get out of this room. The door was right beside him, damnit. I got up, and ran for the door. He ran towards me, so I put my hand out to block him, and my hand ended up in his toothless mouth, and I woke up.

All the annoying things about this dream were worth that one, beautiful vivid scene. I wish I could draw it for you guys.

Wow, it has been a few days since I remembered any dreams, but this one was fun, it lasted about a half an hour to an hour.

So in Mexico, I don't know how/why we were there, I get caught by this man, he says Christians can't talk about the bible there. I get sort of mad, and start talking to him for a long time about why I believe what I believe, hearing his background, giving my background. I do not remember the details of the conversation. He told me the reason he hated Christians was because of a few years ago, when Obama was a Senator, he was told a verse from Ezekiel that sounded hypocritical. He then backed it up saying that "it says similarly at this spot in the bible about this." I responded he was quoting from the old testament out of context, and that he should first read those verses in context, then read the new testament before the old. I remember thinking I had been there a long time, then my dad comes in from downstairs, which is weird because I know we were outside, on some benches. Anyway, he starts reading off some Doonesbury comic to me, I listen, but then tell him I gotta go, I say that I hope what I had said meant anything to him, he said he would read the new testament, or at least part of it, but he doesn't expect any change. I take one last look at his face as the dream ends, and I swear to God he looked just like Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction.

It was interesting to me just how long the conversation went on. I recited 3 full bible verses throughout the conversation, none of which I have memorized. I wish I could recall what I had said in the dream. I'd like to reference those and see if my subconscious recalled the correct verses or if it was just spewing gibberish.

Dream - Lucid

I was at what looked exactly like Jake's apartment with a bunch of other people, including my friend Rachel, and one of my old teachers from college, Mr. H. Apparently, it was some sort of class.

Mr. H told us all to go around the apartment and memorize as many items that were there as we could "in order", whatever that meant. We all then started, and I stuck by Rachel. We named off all these items as we all scattered across the apartment. I remember seeing a lot of vegetables in the kitchen area. The one I specifically remember is cucumbers for some reason. I named off other items in my head, talking to Rachel about them. Everyone seemed excited.

We only had a short amount of time to do this. Mr. H soon called us back, and we all sat on the couch in the living room (even the couch was the exact same as in Jake's apartment). He gave us worksheets, and we had to name off the items we remembered "in order", and answer some other questions about them. I had been trying to remember all the items I encountered, beginning with the first one, but I started to get confused, and just wrote down each of the individual vegetables and some other random things. That question was actually closer to the bottom of the worksheet.

I noticed that others were having little to no trouble remembering the items; one girl even had over 500 items listed, I think the exact number was 534. Many were already turning in their assignments, which Mr. H was grading right away, and they were getting good grades. I know at least one person got a 100.

I think I was the last to finish the assignment. I felt like I wasn't going to do very well. I turned it in to Mr. H, who was sitting on a kitchen chair in the living room, close to the door. I sat down in another kitchen chair close to him and waited. He gave my paper back shortly, and it said 54 on the top. Great. I got a 54. And everyone else is musing about their awesome 100s and such. Ugh, I feel like a complete idiot.

But then, Mr. H pointed something out to me. There was some weird, small white sign between us with a red number on it. There was the number 119 written over the 54. I guess I got a 119. Um...yeah, I can live with that, that's awesome as fuck, but wtf?

~

I was sitting outside my front door on the red brick stairs that lead up to it. It was sunny and nice outside; a great day. I want to say it was morning, actually. A small calico cat came up to me, and I started to pet her. She was so sweet! I was talking to her, saying she was adorable and such, and then I looked to my right, and there was a cop just sitting there, in his uniform, drinking a mug of coffee (I'm pretty sure it was coffee). He looked fairly young and had short dark brown hair and a mustache. Internally, I freaked out at first, then realized I had absolutely nothing to hide, nothing to freak out about. He looked at me. He looked content and relaxed with a happy look about his face, though not overly so. He said something about the cat's owner, whom I think was actually him.

Then, I was playing this PC game that I used to play when I was a kid. I'm going to break from the dream for a second to explain the actual game. It was one of the first online games I ever played. It had come with this other game I had, some game from the "Jump-Start" series of PC games. I want to say the game was called Knowledge Land. You "walk" (slide) around a coarse 3-D world with other players with an avatar, the most common avatar being a mouse. You earned other avatars, such as tigers and even humans, by collecting different types of cards, some of which you earned by going into this cave thing and answering questions that this computer asked you, and some of which you could just pick up off the ground.

Anyway, I was playing that for some reason, and I felt like I was a little old for it, and the game was waaay outdated, so I would more than likely be the only person playing it. But I was wrong, there were others playing. I was friends on there with some guy with a Japanese-type robot avatar. The game in the dream had the same idea as the real Knowledge Land, but it was very different graphic-wise; there was a more extensive 3-D world, and you could move about it more freely. I was helping the robot guy with something, though I can't remember what.

Then, I was in an elevator with Andy, I think Jase, and some other guys. They were holding up these Star Wars t-shirts to their bodies, showing them off since they had just bought them. They were excited about them. I commented on Andy's, saying it was really cool.

Then, the elevator started to move down very quickly, and I started to freak out a little because I was floating up towards the ceiling from the speed we were traveling. Everyone else seemed to be grounded but me. They were holding onto some railing I think. I was commenting on it to them. I then thought about curling into a fetal position as I usually do in these dreams with the elevator (a fairly common theme for me), but I started trying to get a handle on the handrail so I could stay put, even though I actually started to really enjoy the floating.

The elevator then started moving in other directions, like forward and down hills and stuff.
"Wooo!" I said, "It's like a roller coaster!"
I was having fun. I could even see out these windows that were now in the elevator. We were being carried on this rail that was above us. There was water around I believe, and we were traveling through a building. I remember seeing lots of metal bars.

We finally stopped and got off the elevator. I think we were in some sort of parking garage.

~

I had another dream this morning, but I can't remember it right now.

I was playing Spirit Tracks. It was at the part where Link and Zelda play the sacred duet before the final battle. Afterwards, instead of going onto the final battle, I was taken to a map screen (not the rail map). I had to choose one of three places - stay and fight Malladus, go to some place I can't remember now, or go to some strange tower (not the Tower of Spirits). I selected the tower.

When I entered the tower, it turned into a Pokemon Mystery Dungeon-esque game, though battles worked the same way as in the main series games (judging by the graphics, I'd say G/S/C). I can't remember what my main Pokemon was, but I ended up entering a battle with 1 HP left. I was afraid I might have to switch out to Zubat, which I really didn't want to, as I only used Zubat as an HM slave (I suppose I was on a one-Pokemon challenge).

Just as the other Pokemon had started to attack, I yelled out, "Stop!", pausing the battle. I searched desperately for any healing items I may have. Nothing. I reluctantly allowed the battle to continue. The wild Pokemon finished its attack, causing mine to lose its remaining hit point. However, it wasn't defeated, despite its remaining HP being displayed as "nil". It also gained a new move in the top slot (overwriting whatever was already there, I guess). I can't remember what the move was called, but it was a special move, only usable by Pokemon with no HP remaining (kind of like how Struggle can only be used by Pokemon with no PP on any move). I used this new move to restore more HP.

After the battle, I found myself in Vermillion City (you know, I think this may have been Pokemon Blue - there was little variation in colour, save for a bluish tint on everything now, and it had 8-bit graphics, of course). My Pokemon forgot its new move, which was replaced by Clamp.

Some point soon after, I woke up. I looked at the time - it was already 11:00! I got up, and, in the living room, I found a book that read "Oracle of Ages" on the side. I picked it up and looked at the cover. It appeared to be some crossover between The Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Ages and... Star Wars. I decided that was ridiculous and not worth reading.

I woke up again and looked at the clock. It was actually almost 7 AM.

I went back to sleep and had another dream in which I was in the car, thinking about another Zelda game - Minish Cap this time. This one happened to be a crossover with Vocaloid. I was trying to remember who I'd decided to play as (since I'd only borrowed the game, so I don't still have it). I had a feeling I'd picked Len, but then I thought I may have chosen Rin instead. I knew I'd picked one of the Kagamine twins.

Soon, we arrived at home. Inside, I saw my cat, Princess, sitting happily inside a large cardboard box (she loved boxes). I remembered that Princess died last fall and, realizing that it couldn't be her, asked my mom where this cat had come from. She told me she'd taken it in; it was a stray she'd found on our porch.

Next thing I knew, there were now two of these cats. At first, I thought that Princess had come to see the new cat, but, like before, I remembered that it couldn't be her because she was dead. Again, I asked my mom where the second cat had come from. Before she answered, I decided it would be a good idea to do a reality check, given the strangeness of the situation, but I woke up before I could.

I’m on a boat with my family. The inside of the boat is full of water, and we’re all just floating around in it. But then, I guess the water drains out because suddenly it’s all gone.

I’m talking to my sisters, when suddenly I remember that I might have forgotten to pack my laptop. Part of me doesn’t care that much because apparently we’re going to be somewhere that doesn’t have any Internet access anyway, but I still wanted my laptop around so that I could write on it and stuff. So, I go to double-check my luggage. There are some plastic bags lying around and I start looking through them, but they’re all just full of shoes. Finally, I find my backpack, but it looks like I didn’t pack anything very useful. Apparently I only packed a few items of clothing and then a bunch of Beanie Babies. And I stuffed everything into the front pocket instead of packing it in the main part of the backpack.

So, I stand up again. And right then I become lucid for like two seconds. It just randomly occurs to me that I’m dreaming, and I run out onto the deck of the boat saying, “I’m lucid! I’m lucid!” I decide I’m going to jump off the boat and into the water. So, I do that. But, as soon as I do, I just find myself back on the boat again and I’m no longer lucid. Oh well.

When I’m back on the boat, I see that my dad is standing at a stove and cooking something. When I get closer, I see he’s frying a bunch of snails in a pan. And they’re not normal snails, either … They’re like, super gigantic snails that are probably like six inches long. My mom is standing nearby and starts complaining about how disgusting it is and how my dad will just have to eat those by himself.

At that point, I start walking up some stairs, because apparently the boat has two floors. On the second floor, there are a few rooms that look like bedrooms, and one room that looks like a kitchen. For some reason, I’m convinced that my friend Hannah lives on the second floor of the boat.

There are a ton of cats on the second floor. I don’t remember all of them, but … There’s this one, huge fat grey and white cat that’s just sitting around. There are a couple of small, grey kittens. And then there’s this really exotic-looking cat who has a black head, but the rest of her body is orange (possibly with some white … I don’t remember very clearly). She has abnormally large ears. And when she blinks, her face kind of like, folds in on itself so you can’t see it. It’s weird. But anyway, I really like this cat and start petting her. Just then, Hannah’s mom comes up the stairs, and I feel guilty because apparently the cat is hers, and it was in her bedroom. But she doesn’t seem to care I’m there. Suddenly, all of my family comes upstairs and they’re all wandering around.

I start playing with one of the kittens, and I try to pick him up, but he scratches my finger. I look down and see that my index finger is bleeding. I walk over to the exotic-looking cat and let her lick the cut. My mom is watching and she’s like, “Awwwww.”

We’re now standing in the kitchen on the second floor, and everyone is pouring cereal into plastic bags and then … layering the plastic bags on top of each other. It’s sort of hard to describe. But anyway.

Apparently the whole time, we were taking the boat to a family reunion of some sort. It’s at some theme park––I guess kind of like Disney World? Anyway, I end up waiting around for this Cinderella-themed ride. It’s this huge white and gold boat that just like, flies up into the sky and swings around.

So, the boat comes down out of the sky, and two ladies dressed as the evil stepsisters get off it, complaining that the ride has no seatbelts. So I’m like, “Oh boy.” Just then, two of my sisters show up and we all get on the ride.

Sure enough, there are no seatbelts. There are just a bunch of benches running across the boat. There’s this random Asian guy sitting at one end of the boat dressed as Prince Charming and he’s like, “HELLOOO.” And we’re all like, “… Hi.”

The boat flies up into the sky and starts swinging back and forth. And we’re all pretty much just sliding around like crazy. And I’m afraid I might fall off, except there are a bunch of these wire fence-type things around the sides of the boat, so I figure I’ll be okay.

Even though only my sisters and I got on the boat to begin with, there are suddenly a lot of other people on the ride as well. The ride keeps going upside down, and when it does, we all just have to sort of hook our feet under the benches and hang there. Then there’s some point where the benches detach from the inside of the boat––and we all have to hold on to a bench as it shoots off into the sky. And when that happens, everyone has a ray of magical color streaming out behind them, and it forms a rainbow.

After that part, there’s this other part where each person gets filmed individually while they dance around holding a fake gun. Apparently there’s going to be some event where we all pretend to shoot each other, for some reason. I stand in front of a computer, watching the people who have been filmed so far. Everyone has to dance against some weird, purple background.

Anyway, I wander off and then my mom and I start talking to some old guy who is apparently related to me. He talks about how he loves that ride that I just went on, and how his favorite part is the shooting part, because it reminds him of when he fought in some war. Then he starts talking about the war and about how horrific it was. And he talks about how he had this wound in his leg, which he claims looked like a gaping mouth with razor-sharp teeth or something. And I’m like, “… What.”

I start thinking about how horrible it would be to be in a war. And suddenly I’m afraid I’m going to get drafted into a war or something, and I’m going to die.

Then one of my younger siblings comes up to me––I think Annabelle––and she wants me to come with her, to find some fireworks that are apparently going on. So, I go with her to look for them. For some reason, she thinks they’re in this nearby dark room. But nothing is going on in there, and there are people in there sleeping in sleeping bags. So we leave.

And I think that’s all.

OBE.

The song we were listening to was saying something about "going high", or "go high", something like that. I was dancing to it, and as i was dancing to it, i imagined myself going "higher". The image i visualized was myself upright floating and rising. The weird part was the fact that there was nothing else i saw except myself. Everything else that was around me was just blackness, as if i was in a black hole. If that makes sense.

After a while, i couldn't really see my physical body. The "higher" i went, the more my body started to fade into this glowing white/blueish light of energy. My body was in the shape of a Y, with my arms outstretched.

Similar to this, except everything around my body was black instead of illuminated.


When the song was ending and i tried to "come down", i had trouble remembering who i was. All i could see was my body of energy(which i assumed was my non physical body, my soul) levitating. I literally had trouble remembering who i was and what my physical body looked like. That triggered in my mind, and i felt like i was experiencing something more than just a day dream. It was almost like i was having an OBE, or i had seen my astral body..

Eventually i "remembered" who i was and i snapped out of the vision. When i realized what i saw i was kind of tripped out, and i just sat and thought about it..

I woke up at 6:45am to get Chris to school, then I fed the fish, got some water etc, and I went back to bed at about 7:30am. I started getting vibrations and buzz sounds almost right away, I was that tired (because I stayed up until 2am, and Danny woke me up at 5:30am to go to work.) Anyway, I felt a couple waves of vibrations, then I completely blacked out. I think staying up that late killed my WILD transition because I was just too sleepy to stay aware. Anyway, I was dreaming about walking around the library at SMU. I was running my hands along all the tables, feeling really nostalgic. I even said to myself "I really miss this place.." Then I thought, this isn't real, it's just a memory! Then I knew I was lucid. I immediately though to try telekinesis, because of Xanous's lucid from yesterday (see, this is another reason I read y'all's journals and workbooks ). The library looked a bit more like a book store, with books merchandized on tables, rather than being lined up on book shelves. One table had 3 small pink books stacked on the corner, so I focused on those. I waked my hand, willing them to levitate, but nothing happened, just like with Xanous's first attempt lol. Then I simply reminded myself that these books aren't actually there, just projections from my mind, so I can make them do anything I want. I flicked my hand, and they jumped up into the air, then plopped back down. That's my first ever LUCID experience with telekinesis (had a few non lucid ones). I was super happy about this, so I went to the other side of the table that had some bigger, heavier books stacked up. I concentrated even harder, then tried to make a shoving motion with my hands, but I suddenly felt a little crippled. I shouldn't have done that, I should have reminded myself again that the books aren't real, so there's no need to do more than a tiny flick of the hand. Doesn't matter that they were bigger books. Anyway, I tried it again, and this time I was able to do the shove motion, and the books moved. But I started feeling weird, kinda dizzy and a little jerky. So I thought about doing something else. There were 2 escalators next to eachother (which looked like elevators. Basically there were 2 elevator doors, but when they opened, they revealed escalators), so I imagined that engineer from Prometheus appearing on the escalator as soon as I opened the door. Instead, it was a tall, naked, shriveled up looking man. I was like ew, no, do not want. That's all I remember about that dream.

Later I had a non lucid where the president of america (it was Bush jr though) came up with the idea to make August have 30 days instead of 31. His logic was so that the year would have an odd number of days instead. So I was throwing a fit because "365 is ALREADY an odd number. What a stupid fucking president." I was also mad because the cakes I made on Sunday now had the wrong expiration date on them, because he took one day away from the month.

Woke up on 8/23/12

1A) I was at the state wrestling tournament and my coach picked me up and span around like coaches do when their wrestlers win, even though I had not even wrestled yet. I wasn’t really excited or anything.

I wake up. I remember to try and think about what I was dreaming of to fall back asleep, but I didn’t remember. I kept trying anyway and when I fell back asleep…

1B) I was back at the tournament with my friend Max in front of me sitting in a chair. I didn’t realize that I had been dreaming of this before. I thought we were at the state tournament, but I still asked Max where we were and he confirmed it. I got excited and began telling him with excitement that we were at state! I thought that it might be a dream and commented on it aloud. Coach Robinson told me to do a reality check and I tried poking a hole in both hands and, oddly, nothing happened. I began yelling in excitement along with the others for the fact that we were at the state wrestling tournament and that it was real. I suddenly realized that I had a dream about this, but I still thought that I was awake and that my first dream was simply playing out in real life. I told my coach in excitement that I had a dream about this and that the details were the same, including the red and white clothes he was wearing, though I don’t know if those were the same clothes in the previous dream.

DREAM #1

I’m on vacation somewhere with my family. We’re staying in this big, old house. I explore around the house, and I keep finding weird secret passages that lead outside.

Later on, I check my computer and I find out that the second season of “The Legend of Korra” is going to start the next day.

Then I guess it’s the next day, because I go to find a TV. When I find one, there are a bunch of other kids there. I guess they’re like my Korra-watching club from my college, but I don’t really take a close look at their faces. I guess the TV doesn’t work or something, because we don’t actually end up watching anything.

I wander off to go see this performance that apparently is somehow related to “The Legend of Korra” … The performance is outside, and people just sit on random benches around the performers and watch. I can’t find a bench to sit on, so I just randomly walk around.

Anyway, the play turns out to be like, the Ember Island Players basically. So, it’s really bad. There’s one girl in the play who just wanders off to the side and starts laughing because she realizes the play is really bad. And then her father, who is also in the play, starts yelling at her for ruining everything. But, then the play just continues.

There’s a large group of people sitting on one bench, but then they all get up and leave. So I’m like, “Oh goody! A free bench!” So I rush over to it. But then I feel guilty about stealing the bench in case those people come back, so I just sit on the arm of the bench or something so I’m not really taking it. Some other girl comes over and sits down on the bench. And she and some other girl argue about who gets to sit on the bench … But, I’m not really paying attention.

I also just stop paying attention to the play and start reading some book that I have with me. The book has a lot of illustrations … or maybe it’s a graphic novel or manga or something. I don’t recall what was in it, really.

Eventually I leave and go back to my room in the house, and check my computer again and go on Tumblr. I see that people are posting all these clips from the new “Korra” episode. And I’m like, “AAH SPOILERS.” There appear to be like … pirates in it, or something. I decide I’m going to look up the episode later.

My sisters tell me that we’re all going bowling at some apparently awesome bowling alley. But, the dream ends before we actually go there. Too bad.

DREAM #2

… Or this could be a part of the same dream? I’m not entirely sure.

I’m at home. And, my parents decide I’m going to go back to college right away, even though I haven’t packed or anything yet. So, I try to start packing but I can’t find everything I need. So I’m just like, shoving random things in the car.

I find some books that I’m going to pack … and then some weird thing happens, like I have a memory within the dream of buying those books. It was at some small bookstore, and I remember picking out books, and then shoving ones I didn’t want under a table or something, and feeling guilty about it … I don’t really know.

Anyway, so there’s this closet where I’ve been storing a lot of my dorm room stuff over the summer (in real life), so in the dream I go looking for it. But I find that someone has moved a big dresser in front of it or something, so I can’t get it open.

I start kind of panicking and realizing I don’t have time to pack everything. I go outside where my parents are waiting for me. Except, my mom looks like one of my great aunts and not like my mom, which is weird. But anyway, I start explaining to them that I don’t have time to pack everything, and that if I went now I’d just be alone on campus for like a week anyway.

At first, they don’t seem to care. But then they finally say I don’t have to go back yet. But they still want to drive to campus just to look at the pretty autumn scenery or whatever.

Dream - Lucid

I was with my friend Leigh, though I don't remember where, it was somewhere weird. We were looking at these colorful patterns on the wall. We had to choose from them for something. I kept thinking they reminded me of spirographs, but they weren't spirally at all; most were, in fact, star patterns. I told Leigh the ones I liked, which included some light blue shooting stars, some circle with a rainbow on the top, and I can't remember the last one. She didn't like the first one I picked, and so she told me the ones she liked. We both liked the one with the rainbow, and I think she said she liked the last one I picked as well.

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I was in my room, and MK was there. She went into my closet to look for something, I'm not sure what, but she sounded upset about it; she said something in a whiny, sad voice. She knelt down at this old wooden toy box I have in there where I used to keep my pipe. I didn't want her to smell it, though it didn't really matter because she knows I occasionally smoke, but I rushed over and sat on the toy box anyway, and said something to her about whatever she was upset about.

I guess I must have left the closet at some point, because the next thing I knew, I was standing in my room again, and I figured out I was dreaming. I wondered if MK was still there. I went over to the closet, and before I opened it, I said I wanted Ray to be in there. I concentrated on that for a minute, then opened the closet door.
"Ray?", I said. Nothing. He wasn't there. Neither was MK.
But my closet had all these pretty dresses that weren't there before. I remember a poofy, prom-ish looking, sparkly light blue dress, and a small white halter dress with a big sparkly black belt around the waist. I really liked that one!

False awakening. I couldn't sleep, so I just decided to get up. I went to the computer, and my friend from Ireland, Ray, had messaged me on Skype.

Or had he? I thought I could see I had a couple of messages from him when I had been laying in bed, like maybe "Good morning" or something, but there wasn't really a message there. Maybe I should just go back to bed.

Laying in bed again, and I hear what sounds like a phone ringing (from the caller's end), and I rushed over to the computer. When I had went to lay down again, I had accidentally hit something to video chat with Ray. His face popped up in a thumbnail by his messages.
"Oh shit!" I said as I covered my mouth, "I accidentally video called you! I look awful!"
He didn't say anything, and I was trying to avoid looking right at the camera or his face.
"I'll be right back, I'm going to go make a cup of coffee."
I catch a glimpse of his face. The camera showed a side view of him at the computer. He was smiling. He looked kinda like another guy I know in waking life named Levi. I thought that as I walked off to go downstairs and make coffee.

When I got downstairs, I went to the Keurig carousel for some coffee. It was full; I guess my mom had gone to the store before she left for Wisconsin. I looked at all the different coffees, and noticed she had accidentally gotten decaf. It was some kind of decaf vanilla coffee I had never seen before. I looked at the other coffees. I picked one and put it in the machine.

I then looked at the refrigerator, and had a feeling I was dreaming again. I looked at some advertisement that was magnetted to the fridge, looked away, and looked back again, and the words had changed. I can't remember what they said. I kept doing that and the words kept changing. I was so amused, I was reading the new phrases aloud as they changed, kind of narrating what was going on.

I then went back upstairs and decided I needed to go fly. I walked into the bonus room and to the two big windows at the far end. The couch was still there (we got rid of it recently in waking life), so I climbed it and started to try to break the window by ramming my body into it. I was met with very realistic resistance. So I tried it again and again. I had a vague feeling of being trapped, and that it was my subconscious telling me something. I kept ramming the window until it finally gave. Parts of it broke, but the window itself tumbled to the concrete below. I watched it fall and shatter.

I then stepped outside. It was a nice, sunny day. In the dream, there was some roof there for me to stand on (not so in waking life). I started to wonder if I was really dreaming, or if this was real and I was losing my mind. I thought about people who confuse dreams with reality. So I decided to try to hover a little before I flew. I kept jumping up and down with less-than-promising results. I did know that I was dreaming, though. I didn't worry too much about all that after the initial "Holy shit I'm going to have to pay for that window and get locked up in the loony bin" moment.

I then had another false awakening. I was laying in my bed, staring at the ceiling, but I knew I was dreaming immediately this time. I actually had a ton of FAs, a lot more than I can really remember other than me waking up and losing the dream again. This seems to happen to me quite often in LDs--if I have one FA, you can bet I'll probably have more.

I then was at the bottom of the stairs, trying to think of how I could properly spend this LD. I wanted to have a deep, spiritual experience, but I didn't know how to induce it. I kept thinking I had to slow my breathing down and really calm my mind, but I felt my waking body breathing, and it didn't feel like I was able to take in enough oxygen, even though I was breathing through my mouth. I tried to concentrate on getting in touch with my inner self (or "higher self", whichever you prefer), which is one of my lucid goals, one that I think will be very beneficial if I can properly implement it.

Then, I felt the buzzing of SP, and my vision turned to some hypnogogia. I then was having yet another FA in my bed.

I didn't know what to do with all this lucid time. So I decided to get down and dirty and have sex with Ray. If you want to read the explicit details,

Spoiler for explicit content:

He was then there, and we were getting naked. I kept kind of losing the dream, but kept concentrating on keeping it. I was surprised at how well this was working out. Usually, in these kinds of situations, I get too excited and wake up...it is actually something I've been working on in my LDs .

I do feel like I lost it once, but it wasn't for long enough for me to wake up. I was then on the dresser, mostly naked, and he was on top of me. For a second, I was looking at the ceiling, and it looked like a chalkboard with words written on it that kept changing. I touched it, and it felt like...well, a chalkboard. I then shifted my attention again. I noticed his pants were still on, and they started to slide down as he got on top of me. There's a mirror on my dresser, and I watched as he entered me. I kept almost losing the dream, but I never did. In fact, it was very vivid...and sexy. I finally came, and it was ridiculously good. Like...ridiculously good.

Then I finally woke up.

And all I have to say now is hot damn. Probably the best sex dream I've ever had.

I am standing in my room next to my bed. I know that I am dreaming because I had an instant transition from laying in bed to my current position.

I run down the stairs past my cat (who is sitting in mid-air ) to the front door and look out the window. It is dark outside, but still light enough to see everything clearly. I unlock the door, turn the knob, and think, "What if I'm not dreaming?" which scares me and gets my heart rate up. I looked back out the window and noticed a motorcycle in the front yard (with only the rear wheel) which reassures me that I am dreaming, because we don't own one. I calm down and concentrate on a beach, trying to teleport there as I open the door. This doesn't work, which frustrates me. I see a short, hooded person standing in the yard (closest I can relate him to is a goblin) and ask him why I can't teleport. He motions to follow him, which I do - around to the side of the house. I see a large cluster of crystals. the "goblin" then pretends to throw one of them to the ground. I say thanks, pick one up, throw it to the ground, and yell "the beach!" as it shatters into a cloud of smoke. I am now at a beach, staring at the waves. I get so exited to have done it that I wake up.

After tossing and turning all night not being able to sleep I just gave up. This morning when I decided to try and sleep again I was more successful. Trying to fall asleep, telling myself, "I will dream, I will remember" I slipped off while looking at the light coming from my window. This light slowly fading away, then coming back and turning red as I zoom out and away from a dodge ball leaving my hand. I was in a place I wouldn't be able to recall. Never being here before I was confused as my extremely pissed dad whips another dodge ball at me. I was in a gym. Several other teenagers I've never met before all whipping dodge balls at each other before me. I blink and they were gone. The room brightens and I could feel a warm aura pulsating around me. Looking across this strange gym I find my dad with an exercise ball in his arms and sprinting straight at me. Before I can react I was drilled sent straight into the floor. Momentarily, split seconds before smashing into the concrete I am awake to my grandmother yelling my name.

So, for the past fiew days I've been dabbling in different induction methods of lucid dreaming. Last night though, after quite an unhealthy dry spell of my lucid's I told my wife to wake me up around three in the morning when she would be going to sleep. She woke me up, I had a glass of water and a little talk- and then attempted to combine the WBTB, WILD, and audio induction methods all at the same time to try to overdrive my mind into remembering to remain conscious.
And praise God it did! I became lucid in a dream of my own house. My wife and I walked into the restroom, and for the sake of my enphatuation with both her and the state of being lucid, I excitedly started explaining the mechanics of what was going on to her dream character. I told her, once we open that door- we can be anywhere, doing anything we want. It's up to you.
She simply said, "I want to go back in time. Two days.". Naturally, that sounds rediculous when you have the full arsonal of my subconscious on the loose in our current realm, but I went a long with it because of it's special meaning. Yesterday, in the day time we had gotten into the worst fight of our relationship. It was a stammering, on the edge conflict that nearly broke us appart, but we made it through with an even stronger stride. So I opened the door, and we went back in time. Before we fought. Before we said things. It was a nice dream to have, even though it completely distracted me from my dream-state studies. I would have it again if I could. After that I had a false awakening, told my wife's second dream character about the first dream, and then it got strange and unorganized. There were a scene where her and I pulled into a dead end street with a bunch of husky Charlie's Angel looking guys parked around my truck (I don't have a truck in real life). One of them came up to me and started talking shit. So I reached for my keys, closed my door and took off. I think I ran over his foot, because him and a group of his friends started riding towards me. I turned out on the main freeway, just to realize that the freeway had turned into a mall... I was driving my truck through a mall, accedently hitting people. So I skidded to a stop, and walked up to a desk where... my wife and I began to casually go about banking business. Then later after a somewhat dark period, I remember being down the street from my house at night time. It was halloween, or something like that I suspected. It was an eerie setting, things started touch me out of nowhere and taunt me so I began walking away and noticed little stuffed dolls on the ground as if someone had been chucking them towards me. Half way back to my house I noticed a group of idiot teenagers giggling about it, so I climbed up the fense about to confront them- but instead just laughed it off and went home. I had some later dreams, but nothing concrete enough to report on. Thanks for reading!

This dream didn't last long but it left quite an impression.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I appear to be at a resort judging by all the people inbathing suits and swim attire but I think of it more like a compound. The womanin the blue bikini is telling people something about an approaching WILD and weneed to be prepared for its eventuality. To me it just seems like a normaloccurrence though people near me are clearly agitated.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I called it a compound because the ‘resort’ is surrounded bya large concrete wall, the kind of wall that isn’t meant to look confining butin reality is a foot thick and reinforced. The setting seems tropical but thepalm trees can’t compete with the view of the woman in the blue bikini. She isin charge and stunning, a powerful combination.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Almost like a Dream Guide, I think.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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