memorable

Another dry spell on dreaming but I feel as though I remembered a lot.

Wake 10:30 am. words jotted down: Roberto
Dream 1:
I'm undercover apparently infiltrating Walmart with my partner(Was playing Sims 3 before bed and was trying to become an International spy and started as a police officer.) I remember going into work in a warehouse type building surrounded by chain link fence. We are all walking in a single file line and my name badge says Roberto. I feel like I know something about Walmart as if I worked for them before and I'm trying to avoid people that might recognize my face. I was new so some guys were quizzing me on which department numbers where which. I remember saying 22 is domestics and 14 is like home appliances. We end up entering a ballroom for meal time and it has all this exquisite drapery taking up the whole wall and it has a huge ceiling but my partner and I are found out somehow. I end up grabbing one of the ropes used to pull back the drapes and swing from wall to wall taking out our attackers. We stop everyone in the room and I wake up.

Wake 1:30 pm. Words jotted down: Old house, big daddies, witches(dream 2) future, sonic shirt, notes(dream 3)
Dream 2:
I'm living in my old house and everything is the same as when I lived there except in the garage my old car isn't there. I'm on the run from some witches and run in through the open garage door into the kitchen. I look out the window over the kitchen sink and see the witches outside and they throw basket balls at me through the window. I catch the basket balls and force them into the garbage disposal. The witches run around and come in through the open garage door. I start looking for some sort of escape route and notice an attic access panel that wasn't in house in the kitchen.(It was in the garage in the real house.) I pull down the chain and climb the ladder quickly and pull it back up and a big daddy from Bioshock walks right over top of me. He doesn't see me so I lay down flat because I see another big daddy coming my way.

He stops right next to me and looks down at me. I see things from his point of view now. He looks me up and down and I see a big daddy drill in my right hand. The big daddy starts to walk away and I am back to my point of view. As he walks away I get up and take him out with the drill and the other big daddy doesn't notice it. (Next dream immediately starts.)

Dream 3:
I'm coming out of cryogenic suspension. I am wearing my blue Sonic the Hedgehog shirt that says You're too slow. I realize that I'm in the future and everyone seems to think I'm a hero of legend or my arrival is foretold of by a prophecy. Everyone is real nice and complements me on my shirt and I suddenly remember the previous dream. I think i'm a hero because of what happened with the witches and the big daddies. Some people start giving me things that I had before I went into cryogenic suspension. The items are: a journal one of my friends kept after I disappeared(presumingly entering cryogenic suspension) , my iPhone, my Legend of Zelda wallet, my Legend of Zelda hat, and a bundle of clothing. I start walking around their settlement and see people in classes learning about something but I'm just focused on figuring out what's going on so I start reading the journal. The entries are as follows:

Day 105- B is gone. He was like the glue that held everyone together.
Day 210- We all miss him so much. We don't know why he would suddenly disappear.
Day 275-Robert is 610 lbs now. He just keeps eating to deal with the pain I guess.
Day 301- [Name is illegible] is missing now too. Everything has fallen apart since B disappeared.

My eyes start to tear up. I feel horrible like it's my fault that they went through all that. I don't know why I was in cryogenic suspension to begin with but still feel terrible. I call one of my friends, I think she was the one that wrote the journal. I don't know why I think i'll get her or that her phone is still working after all this time but I try anyway. I'm in tears and I get her voice mail, to my surprise, I just say that I really need to hear her voice right now and to call me if she can. The bundle of clothes moves a little bit. I cut the tape off the bundle and it's a person in the bundle of clothes. They have a cord running the length of their body and on their back the cord splits and has a hard drive plugged into it. It looks like the hard drive from the slim version of the Xbox 360. I grab the hard drive and pull it out then I wake up.

Not sure what to make of dream 2 and 3 or the fact that I recalled dream 2 in dream 3. I've been thinking about this dream off and on since I had it and it puzzles me. If anyone can shed some light that would be great.

I was in a depart. Store with nobody I had ever meant before, all a sudden we were on top of the roof of the store and we were protecting two devices that could kill vampires and zombies one was a shimmering heart of some sort the other was a generator/water heater device that had a giant wood plank attached to it as the control panel. But the vampires found out about us protecting it and jumped up towards the roof destroys the shimmering heat by squeezing it then jumps back off, I tried to stop the mystery vampire that appears in my dream on more than one occasion but came up too short. We all wondered if the second device.would do the trick but.could only be charged once we started programming it and I realized I was dreaming then woke up.

08/19/12 WILD. I issued a friendly challenge on a thread to show what kind of skill may help people develop shared dreaming, 1st) find or create a pyramid and go to it. 2nd) state out loud "I am looking for someone" and combined) stand on top of the pyramid and say the phrase out loud.
This was my first attempt to complete my own challenge. I got to bed early enough that I would have almost 8 hours sleep when my wife went to work, I got up just before her and stayed up for 20 minutes. I started the WILD attempt and it took about 20 minutes to be honestly fully asleep, but aware. The HIs were not special this time, but I played with trying to shape a pyramid out of the swirling mists. I entered into full REM dream state after about 10 minutes.

I was in HIs when a very bright spot appeared and was unusually stable, so I looked directly into it. I appeared in a full REM LD. I was at a house we used to live at. A kid from my childhood was there and he wanted to talk to me. I had plans so I made sure not to let the dream side track me. I ignored him and walk around out the back door to the front of the house. I reminded myself of what my task was. I decided to test out my voice as a way of stabilizing and getting ready for the combined challenge. I should have said the phrase right then, but was being arrogant and assumed I would be able to do the full challenge, so instead I just said something random, like "hello! one, two, three."

I decided to teleport to the top of a pyramid, but did not take time to really picture one. I instead teleported to the inside of a large building supply store. I think my brain was playing a few jokes on me during this dream! I was in the isle that had large bricks and mortar! I guess because I called this a challenge my brain decided to make it truly a challenge. I saw the joke and found it a little funny (build one!) but, no, I did not feel like spending my dream building a pyramid. I used TK to flip a bunch of mortar sacks around just in response. I started to walk out of the store to see what would be outside.

I could have fallen prey to a false awakening here. I dreamt that I could also feel my cat walk on top of my body and thought he was going to cost me the dream. I realized that the door had been shut and that I had trained the cat not to mess with me when sleeping. At that realization the partial FA stopped and the dream continued.

I went outside and it was a pleasant day on a random city street. I thought that finding a pyramid may show more shared dream kind of skill than to just create one or teleport to one. So I started my adventure. There were some people in the street. One of them was a pretty woman jogging in lycra shorts and basic jogging attire. I reached out and gently stopped her and pulled her close. I thought maybe I would fool around a bit, but realized that is just a classic distraction. Instead I used her as another chance to stabilize the dream and enhance the visuals. I was just very tender and sweet to her, like she was a girlfriend. I ran my fingers across her hair and looked into her eyes. Her eyes were amazing! All the detail was there, including very colorful green/brown irises with detailed lines and dark pupils. The Dc was very animated and we actually seemed to share true fondness for each other. I told (thought at her) about my plan to find a pyramid and she wanted to come along.

We walked down this pleasant city street with my arm around her waist. Very vivid and pleasant! I decided to get back to actually trying to find a pyramid. I decided that the building at the end of the block would have a pyramid roof. I levitated us up there and it was a very cool ornate building like a museum or conservatory. Sure enough there was a pyramid up there. It was part of the ornamentation. I walked up onto it with the woman still in my arms. I thought "OK here you are on a pyramid, so say the phrase." But then I thought about why I was doing this. The whole point was to show skills that would be useful in shared dreaming. I looked down at the pyramid and examined it. It was a perfect lovely LITTLE pyramid about 5 feet across. I then thought, "Don't sell yourself short. The idea was a landmark others could find. This seems like cheating to just get it done with, you owe yourself a real challenge, and you can do better than this."

I looked back up and the woman was gone, and I was now inside the building. It was very nice inside, like an atrium with ornate walls, plants and a pond. Some woman came in and said they had reserved the room and that I should leave. I had other things to do, so I left the building. I walked out into a parking lot full of equipment and scaled a wall using spider climb. I seemed unable to get to a good vantage point, so I started to fly. I got up a ways and saw hills in the distance. I decided that if I looked around a pyramid would be over in the hills. I did see at least two hills that looked a lot like pyramids, so I started to fly that way.

I noticed that I was flying over large buildings and one had a glass roof that was a pyramid. I stopped flying to the hills and landed on it. No, my brain was going to toy with me some more. It was pyramid like and very large and shiny, but it was clearly not a pyramid. It had its sides at weird angles, so I tried to imagine it becoming a pyramid. No luck. I flew around some more and ran into (not hard) a giant glass building that seemed to go up for hundreds of stories and get bigger a ways above me. This looked like a wonderful challenge for my spider climb skill, and I decided the top would either be a pyramid or I could see one from up there, so I screwed around for a couple minutes playing spider man. The glass sides were very vivid and pretty. I finally climbed onto a large balcony. I was still nowhere near the top, so I decided to look down. The city was only about 30 stories below me and the buildings all had cool roofs. I decided to go down again and find a large pyramid roof.

I wanted to have some fun so I travelled the rest of this dream using Spiderman webs. I would reach out and send a tiny filament out that would hit a point ahead of me and swing like Spiderman. The filament was stretchy like a bunji cord and could yank me forward if I wanted to go really fast. When I got to ground level, I found myself in a hotel lobby. I decided to head out side. On the way a woman and a man were sitting on a couch. I took the woman's hand and brought her outside with me. Somehow I had become confused and now thought my goal was to stand on top of a pyramid with a pretty woman (likely because I had just done that earlier in the dream).

We went outside and I had my arms around her and decided to levitate us up higher. The added weight seemed to weigh me down, but I realized that was crazy and then I levitated us both up higher. I saw a nice glass pyramid roof and took us there, but my mind was still playing with me. We were up high on a tall buildings roof with our arms around each other. I looked down and the roof was a 5 sided star shape! Oh come on! It also refused to reshape into a pyramid. I was impressed with how vivid the interaction with the pretty girl was. It felt sweet and sexy, and very real. I allowed myself the pleasure of a nice hug and a few sweet little kisses, but did not intend on letting myself loose lucidity. I only kissed and touched for about a minute.

I then looked around and could see a real pyramid off across the city. Now, that is the kind of land mark I had in mind. I used the Spiderman webs to travel and it was awesome! Before long I was on top of the pyramid. It was not huge, like the great pyramids. It was more like the roof on a large building, but it was large and a true perfect pyramid. I had unfortunately kind of forgotten my goal. I thought the phrase "I am looking for someone." I did not however say it audibly and actually forgot the point. My brain just came back with "OH? Well who are you looking for?" I was not sure. "Oh! That's right. I was supposed to stand up here with a pretty girl!" No, in fact that was not right, but oh well.

I looked down off the pyramid and saw a pretty woman (each of the 3 women looked entirely different) so I used TK and brought her up on the pyramid. We stood on the point and arms around each other we had a big sexy kiss. I actually had thought that was the goal of the dream, so I felt like I had completed the task. Opps, so close. I also decided it had been a marathon LD so far, so why not reward myself with some vivid dream sex on top of a pyramid! That scene went very nicely and oh so vivid! The dream orgasm caused me to loose lucidity, and the dream went on as a vivid semi-lucid. Dur~ 30 minutes

I've done alot of reading up on it and I've been telling myself to master DILDs first. But after this month I've had a change of heart. I'm going to master both WILDs and DILDs I need more control over my sleeping pattern and I'm truthfully (and regrettably) becoming impatient with the results that DILD is producing alone. I would either have an LD and then lose all of the minimal control that I already have by doing something stupid and extravagant (Like a Kamehameha wave). I'd rush the LD, or I'd become too exited and go into a free falling tailspin and get knocked so hard that i'm in twilight. And I have no say about what happens because of my excitement. So I'm going to preform and try WILDs every night before sleep (which I know is a no no; it should be 4 to 5 hours into sleep) until I get it. I already have some knowledge of what a partial WILD is because I've been up to the hallucination level more than once. But I used to get freaked out and wonder if I was going crazy because I'd hear voices so many times. So if anyone has any comments, criticisms, questions, concerns, let me know because I'm going into this head first, and I'm not stopping. Until I can do both or at least one of them.

A fantastically strange dream I had this morning, 19 August 2012. We begin at a Level Two dream, a dream-within-a-dream.

The time is approximately 4:30 am. I have been unable to sleep all night, and we are all partying in the French room. I feel the beginning of a depressive episode, or more accurately, a disrupted-sleep cycle episode.

I talk to random people about even more random stuff. This one guy sits in the corner, brown hair and blue eyes, looking positively stoned. I try to talk to him by waving my T-shirt in front of his face. Nothing.

Finally, I get him to speak. He asks me a bunch of game show-style questions, and says a series of long words, with each one supposed to be longer than the last:

1. pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
2. supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
3. antidisestablishmentarianism

Clearly, those are in the wrong order. He then asks me some questions about golf. I know nothing about golf - have never played.

I wave my shirt in front of his face again in the shape of an Ouroboros. Nothing.

I then sit down at a table with some classmates. A girl is reading this book about careers and life decisions, and a guy she's friends with is talking with us about it. She seems to have the wrong assessment of it, though, by giving a bunch of false analogies about how your decisions are like making a cake or something, about how important it is not to mix certain ingredients together. The basic premise is that once you set off on one path, you can't set off onto another. The guy said that this is not true.

With her permission, I begin to write down some of what she says in my all-purpose notebook, which becomes a fury of words and doodles. There is more than one path to reach any goal, I think.

Suddenly, the teacher, who reminds me of my Cantonese French teacher from grade seven, terminates the "Party" in a military-style manner. I pray--I know, that I won't be included in this disciplinary action. I go to the front of the room to dispose a water bottle into a recycling bin, as it has been done since the dawn of time. She yells and says it was the water SHE bought, but dumps it away anyway. I begin to wake up from this second dream.

An anti-depression group on Facebook sends me a huge message in which the entire group of more than 1,000 people are included. The leader of the group asks me to "get help" for my actions at the party. What?

It is OK to take a winding path.

LEVEL 1.5 DREAM - TIME SCALE: NONE.

A book lays out four points. Yes, this is the same book that the girl was reading. Point one: STDs are bad.

"Internships are also bad, and you'll be frustrated with them for the rest of your university career. Just kidding! Teen life after graduation isnt that bad".

It goes on a bit about the importance of sleep, or rather, why sleep is something to be taken advantage of even when you can get none of it...

LEVEL ONE DREAM - BEFORE THE INCEPTION

I go to bed at 11 pm, but I continue not sleeping. Was that anti-stigma depression group on Facebook involved to a certain extent? I draw conclusions and make recommendations about a certain university in the vicinity of Cambridge, Ontario, noting five: Waterloo, if not Waterloo then Wilfred Laurier; McMaster, Guelph and Western, maybe Queens...

I drift off to "sleep", which isn't really sleep at all.

One inception later...

LEVEL ONE DREAM - AFTER THE INCEPTION

It's almost 8 am, and the building I'm in looks like a mix of all the styles of buildings I'd stayed in during my visit to China three years ago. It has the appearance of a hotel, my bedroom to the left and back of a bathroom, the door near the front, my parents' room to my left.

My mom questions me about that online chat I had with three different guys that appeared on the room in different colours, red, green and blue, or maybe mauve. It's Monday. For some reason, the chat takes place at about the same time as that "Party" in the French room, and it continues until about 4 am, when I "fell asleep" but drifted into that other dimension.

Suddenly, I'm back in my normal house again, but there has been no discrepancy in surroundings. It's dark outside, despite the time of day. I check the weather forecast: the fourteen-day trend shows today below normal, about 9C (about 48F), and Tuesday is above normal. Wednesday is below normal, and Thursday's temperature is actually unknown after the thunderstorms, but it turns out to be about 12C (54F). Friday...snow?! At first, first glance, the first three days are unknown in temperature.

LEVEL 0.5 DREAM - TIME FRAME: NONE, NOWHERE, literally "no WHERE"

I'm tracking my depressive episodes on a spreadsheet, as the yellow lines jot up and down. I think about how my earliest episodes had negative healing energy, and how my late grandmother suffered from it. This time, I had better consult positive healing.

I'm reading a book, or maybe an Internet page similar to Dream Views, on a guide for lucid dreaming. The page is attached to the main server like a paper clip, like a yellow banana-type paper clip!

The columnist's name is Heather, or maybe Courtney, or maybe Stephanie. She comments on a method, and asks, "will your gin/ be like that"? I think that's a typographical error on my part, sorry, cheri-o.

Back to the method granted during the 1.5 dream level: does that mean they're saying you should avoid STDs as much as possible, and reach for your career goals as much as possible? In other words, are they telling you to be a virgin, and stay a virgin?

Which university should I pick?

Of course, I am advised, to take home foods, and not drugs! Consult my spiritual 'minister' instead, who is along for the journey this wjole time. I pray--I know--that your dream will awaken.

Before the military-style party-coup takes me away for the excecution, I announce to a TV-style audience interview that I discovered THIS part of the brain, as I point to the area above my ear, whisking my hands in a scalpel-like motion, the temporal lobe...

The manifestation of spiritual ecstasy...

We must always question reality, even when it seems we are not dreaming, in order to lucid dream. I try to do a reality check, but I am actually aware that I am NOT dreaming...

I awaken for real this time. It's 4:30 am, and I have a cold, which is not apparent in my dream.

Moribund. I see Orion rising in the east. It it a winter constellation. Soon it will be back to slow yet. There are two very bright "stars" in the sky, one atop Orion over eastern Taurus at about magnitude -1, which is Jupiter. The other is barely visible behind some tree, near Gemini, about magnitude -4, quite obviously Venus.

A'ho Calalami - a sacred chant (an even more sacred ritual by sacred beings on this sacred Earth). The ramble, the ramble, the ramble. Timetable of an elongated executive quasi-quarter century.

PART II

I think, in fact, that there is no recollection between my first falling asleep and my first memory of being in my dark bedroom. Maybe this is actually a WILD experience.

I check the time, and it appears to be consistent. Around 5 am. Yet, I look at it again, and it flashes all over the place, and I realize I don't need to do my second check, of reading what I had just written.

I am in a dark room. The mirrors scare me greatly, yet I look into them with interest. I realize that it is a dream and I begin to be lucid, and I walking into the mirror, apparently stuck there for just a moment, entangled, before I emerge into another universe...

LEVEL TWO DREAM

I walk out into the living room, trying to smash through the front windows. It stops me, yet darkness has turned to daylight, about 7:30 pm, near sunset. I walk into a mirror again, when it was dark, and I return to my bed, I return to the mirror...

I walk toward the front door, opening it. I see the reflection of a woman in the mirror, who looks like my mom's face merged into somebody else's. She apparently beckons me not to go outside, but I do so anyway, and walk out onto the street.

The theme of today's mission is nutshot.

I walk into my street, turning left, but 100 metres in, I stop. I decide that my mom was right after all, and I turn back. When I check the mirror again, there is no more reflection. The mirror no longer scares me. I am no longer afraid. I walk to my bedroom.

The sun has almost set now.

LEVEL THREE DREAM

Without any discrepancy, not even for a moment, I fall into another dream, perhaps through sleep, and awaken as I climb down a set of stairs. It does not scare me, as huge stairs did in the past.

I'm walking down into the depression group's cavern. There are literally hundreds--maybe thousands--of people here, each one applauding as I walk down. It resembles a set of circular stairs more than it does a Maya temple, but it is easily 500 metres en plus from top to bottom.

A frail-looking elderly woman in a wheelchair is pulled up as I step aside to let her pass. I walk to the right, and to my left stand thousands of people, each with a different face, applauding, just applauding.

Finally, I reach the bottom. The lights are on and it looks like one of my friends' basements, only MUCH larger, but just as low-hanging with the ceiling. I ask one person as soldiers stand by. "Why", I ask, are there more people down there?

"They're probably just reproducing. Ha, I'm kiddding. Say, Junior, know any grade 12s who can handle a rifle?"

This is a real program. In room 1, I find strangers talking.

I then step into Room 2. Here are four people I recognize sitting on a sofa, along with more people I recognize sitting all around. This includes one guy who said I'd helped save him from a life of suicide.

I ask them where I might find the bathroom. I was also going to ask me whether they saw my crazy moves at that party in the French room, because at least one of them was here, but I didn't have the time, I needed to pee. They all point me to the girl's bathroom.

"What! Dude, that's the female bathroom!"

They all laugh.

You idiot. You know if you pee in a dream, you'll wake up and actually have to pee in waking life. Have you lost your mind, or more accurately, your lucidity?

I then walk into room 1 again, speaking in an Indian accent, "do yoo know vherre dee bathroom is?"

Some guys are sitting there talking, "he didn't have a rifle". I shrug and then smirk incredulously. Where they looking for me?

I wake up. It is around 6:40 am, and I go to the bathroom. The golden sunlight pours in but I manage to drift back to sleep.

PART III

I'm in a backyard garden of some sort. Somebody's kid might get charged for violence, because the school's charter expressedly prohibits violence against another student's "dick", "nuts" or "ballsack".

I read a hithertofore-yet-unknown chapter of the Bible. It's called Hittites, and near the end, a voice that seems to be God asks a man to renounce everything he's known to date about religion. It has an Egyptian air to it. With much haste and hesitation, he does. "Let ye forget all you have learned, and seek God's salvation from here anew. Replace all your man's word with my word. A new pearl will appear in your forehead".

The Bible I'm reading has excluded a certain chapter beginnign with the letter L. It's certainly not Luciferians.

It then goes onto the New Testament. I begin to close the book.

Should I go to church today?

Now, I'm on a boat of some sort, without any discrepancy. The founder of a project, who is female, talks about the benefits of getting dolphins and humans to play together in this lake. First, she says, the dolphin feeding will attract phytoplankton, causing a bloom. This will then stretch out, and bring gold nanoparticles to the surface, as well as lower global carbon dioxide levels, in a method not yet unexplained. I thought they'd tried iron fertilization for algae blooms and that failed to lower carbon in the atmosphere by any significant amount?

This is the same method, she continued, of bringing gold to the face using algae, and creating a gold mask and a gold leaf that one will now wear on the face.

When I wake up again, it is 8:20 am.

weird, weird, crazy dream last night.

it was the end of the world, and this was signalled by a human woman giving birth to a baby gray alien. I walked into my living room and saw this woman sitting on my couch nursing the infant alien. It turned to look at me with its huge glassy-black eyes, which scared the bull-jeezus out of me.

Next i was in the hospital where i work. Some sort of massacre was taking place and i was on the top floor trying to escape. As i ran down a hallway I saw a freakishly long arm reach out of one of the rooms and grab a patient, pulling them inside. There was another patient nearby in a wheelchair, and i saw that the nurse that was trying to wheel him out had been killed. I ran up and started to push the wheelchair toward the exit, when the patient turned around and grabbed my arm... his flesh was paper-white and his bottom jaw was ripped off. Somehow he could still speak, and he said "My skin's cold, isn't it?" When i opened the door to the exit, it made a loud "ding!" like a cash register.

then i was in a park with my four year old daughter and wife. I was saying to my wife, "i wish i could meet the sonofabitch that killed all those people at work..." No sooner did the words leave my mouth than a huge red demon (!), horns, tail and everything, walked up and said "here i am." My daughter got scared and ran out into the street, but the demon grabbed her just as she was about to be hit by a car. He sat her down on a picnic table and asked me where my friend K___ lived. I told him there was no way i would tell him that, to which he replied "i can't save her if you don't." He saw that i didn't believe that was his intent, and he pointed to my right where a bullet was floating in midair. "That's where she'll die if you don't let me help."

that's all i remember

(( )) = Waking life
((I woke up at exactly 7:00 AM, frowning because I couldn't remember a single dream I had. This had been going on for the past couple days, this dry spell that I've been having. Anyway, I got up, got myself a snack, then went back to bed around 7:30, still pissed at the fact that I hadn't remembered a single dream in a LONG time, and even more so that I hadn't had a lucid one. I began thinking that I may never have a full lucid dream, and decided I would put that goal on hold for a while to do other stuff instead. I fell asleep...)) I opened my eyes in the dream world. I was standing in my living room, right next to my T.V stand. I knew somehow, that this was a dream. I started feeling my TV stand, and started to rub my hands to anchor myself more to the dream.

After that, I yelled out "CLARITY NOW!" several times while still rubbing my hands more. Everything in my dream became much more stable, and my awareness heightened. I was astonished how... real everything look. It looked like I was waking like, and I was amazed how my mind could create such a realistic looking scene. So then, I decided to look at my hands... they had the right amount of fingers, but my fingers were also short, and chubby (my fingers IRL are long, and slender). I chuckled a bit, then went to check my reflection in the living room. My reflection MOSTLY look like me... except I had this white... mass moving around my face. It kind of looked like shaving cream, but it was bubbling. Disgusted, I looked away and moved away from the mirror. So then, after this, I remembered you can... have sex in dreams.

So, I decided I would give it shot. I walked up to my mothers bed room (I have no clue why I decided that would be the best place to have sex... maybe because she has a big bed?) and saw the bed room door was closed. I tried a trick that I learned, and thought to myself "Okay... when I open this door, there will be a hot chick waiting for me on the bed." and opened the door. I saw there was something on the bed, but it was covered up by... well covers. I grinned "This must be her~" and whisked off the covers, excited... and well... there was girl... but... she was kind of dead. And rotting. Horrified, I went back out of the room, and slammed the door shut. I tried it again, and imagined a attractive girl.... I opened it, and saw two guys having sex on the bed. I got aroused by this, but I decided I wouldn't intervene (did I ever tell you guys that I'm bisexual?) so I closed the door. I opened once more, trying one last time. On the bed, there was only one of the two guys that were having sex before. I gave up, and decided this was close enough. I went up to him, and saw he was wearing a spandex gymnastic suit. I tried to take it off of him... but I couldn't. I became frustrated, and gave up, then just went out of the room.

So I stood there for a while, thinking about what I should do next. After a few moments of thought, I decided that I should go outside and explore for a bit, mostly because I wanted to compare the dreams rendition of my neighborhood, to my actual one in waking life. I went out my front door, and looked around outside. frankly, I was surprised to see that it looked extremely similar to my waking life's neighborhood, the only real difference being that it was smaller. I walked off of my porch, and down the steps that lead to my front yard, and went into the street. It was snowing outside, and kids where having snowball fights in the middle of the streets. This, somehow triggered a idea in my head, something I always wanted to try if I ever became lucid, which was telekinesis. I looked at a stop sign (oddly, we don't have stop signs on my street in waking life) and put out my hand. I focused on it, trying to lift it up, or manipulate it in some way. After a few moments, I bent the sign over in half, and I grinned, satisfied with my work.

So after this small experiment, I bent down, and made a snow ball (it looked kind of dirty...) and put one hand above it. I tried to lift it up using telekinesis, but for some reason, I couldn't... even though I had just bent a stop sigh in half with telekinesis just a few moments ago. I became frustrated after a while, and looked back up to the kids. I frowned... one of them was using telekinesis, and was throwing snowballs at the other kids. I grumbled to myself, "Haha, very fucking funny dream." and sighed. I got up, and decided to give up on the telekinetic snowball fight, and to just explore my dream neighborhood some more. I began walking, looking around it, still astonished at how accurately my dream captured it. Everything was in the right place, the trees, the houses, the side walks, the fences, the signs, the cars... everything. After I walked for a bit, another idea poped up in my head: how about I look for that one girl I liked from my school in my neighborhood (In my dream, I knew in waking life she didn't live there, but I knew that if you just looked for a person in anyplace in a dream, chances are that you could find them). I walked around my neighbor hood for a while, looking everywhere for the girl, but soon I decided that that I should just give up, because I couldn't find her ANYWHERE.

I started walking to the mall because I wanted to see how my dream portrayed my whole town. As I was walking, I got a different idea: how about I try to fly? I jumped up into the air, and willed myself to fly. It failed, and I fell back to the ground. I tried again with the same results. On my final try, I closed my eyes and jumped into the air, but then felt my shoes hit the ground once more. I sighed, and opened my eyes, and saw that I was now in an airport. I chuckled a bit, finding the irony in the situation. However, I did not give up, and I tried about six more times. The first three, I tried flapping my arms in the air, remembering reading about this method on this site... that didn't work. I then put my first up into the air, and yelled out "Up up and away!" three times... not of them got me airborne. However, all of these attempts of flying got me one thing: a lot of strange stares from passing dream characters. I finally gave up, and decided I'd try it in another dream later.

I walked through the airport, just wanting to explore. As I was walking, I found this elevator with people going into it... it looked rather small. For some reason, I felt compelled to go into the elevator so I did... it was very cramped. I then started to notice my awareness was dwindling away and panicked, and tried to rub my hands, however I couldn't because it was too crowded! And I didn't want to say clarity now, because I knew I would get weird stares. So I decided that I would just take the whole elevator trip down, and would just PRAY that I was lucid enough to remember to increase my awareness more when we got out. We started moving, and the stewardess started talking about the company more. Luckily for me, people were rubbing up against me while we were going down, which increased my awareness. By the time we got down, I was at the same lucidity level I was when I got on the elevator, so there was no need to increase awareness. There was an office kind of place at the floor I got off of, which had people scrambling and panicking because of some attack on a plane. I simply ignored this, and went past the people, and the office soon somehow morphed into a dimly lit version of my living room. In the middle of the living room, there were some kids from my school, looking at me very seriously. Curious, I walked up to them and was about to ask them what they were doing here. But before I could even ask, one put a hand on my shoulder, and well.... started lecturing me about some more... private issues about my life (I don't wish to speak about them here). Each one did this, and each speech they gave was emotional and tear filled. After they were all done, they made me promise them I'd do what they had asked... I promised them (at this point... I was astonished at what my sub-concious had to say about my life). They all hugged me... and I hugged me back... which during, I was thinking to myself "Ah jeez... this is gonna be a lot of writing of DV..." and right after I thought that, I woke up. ((YAAAY! My first long lucid dream! Sure, it wasn't that cool or exciting, but in my dream I was just elated that i was dreaming, and that I was aware of it! I hope I have another dream like this one soon.)) Clarity: 8/10 Awareness: 7/10

I woke up in my bedroom, but there was no usual light coming from my window. I went into the hallway, and noticed that we had a staircase. This was weird, I lived in a single floor home. I went to my brothers room and found that my cousins were there visiting. My brother was not there. "Wanna play football?" Said one of them. I was transported to a football field. There was a crowd and everything, and I was on a team of people I did not know. I made 3 touchdowns and won the game for my team, whoever they were. After the game I was back in my room. I went outside, where I found my computer and desk in the front yard. There were pine trees all around, and all the nearby houses were gone except for one. I sat at the desk and turned on the computer, which was a blank screen. I then noticed a little boy standing there.
"Hi there. What is your mom doing over there?" I said, pointing to an old black lady swinging a golf club.
"Oh, she's just getting ready to rob you." The boy replied. His mother came up to me, holding the club. She told the boy to go home. I looked up at her, and saw her crazed expression on her face.
"You are being robbed. Give me that computer!" She said.
I reached for my crowbar that was on my desk. I stood up and smacked it into her face. "No, this is my computer. I paid good money for it and you didn't earn this." I said.
"Well... I guess you're right. See this? It's my laptop. I hate this old thing, I can't even load a youtube video!" She said, pulling an old Dell laptop from her bag.
"Too bad. Go get a new one with your own money." I then swung my crowbar into her face again. She didn't seem hurt at all. She just walked away, and went back inside her house. After such a strange ordeal, I decided to test if I was dreaming, as I do every day. I plugged my nose and tried to breathe through it, and for the first time, it worked. All of the sudden, clarity snapped into place. All the things around me became instantly real, in such a way that I cannot even describe. I at first wanted to jump up and scream to the world how amazing it was, but I realized that doing this would wake me up. I calmly went back inside to tell the other fake people, when my brother came out.
"Austin," he said, "Can I play the computer now?" This poor figure of my imagination was just as addicted to the computer as he is in real life I thought to myself.
"No, you aren't real. Now go back inside!" I said to him. He simply sighed and said, "Dang it..." and walked away. I was still very excited about being in my first lucid dream. I tried to fly. I jumped into the air, and willed myself forward. It worked. It was like being on a zip-line, but without anything to support you. I was so amazed and happy about it, that I lost my focus, and crashed down into the concrete. The pain I felt was so very real, but did not last long thankfully. I tried many more times, with similar results. I gave up and went inside. My cousin, Josh, came up to me.
"Congratulations on your first lucid dream. How does it feel?" He said to me. Knowing he was not real, I still played along.
"It's awesome! I could do this all night." I replied to him. I decided not to get into a fight about who's real and who isn't. I floated upstairs, and passed a bathroom. I covered my eyes as I passed it. I was afraid that by looking in a mirror I would cause a nightmare. I opened my eyes when I was past it. Curious about what dream tests really worked, I tried some. I covered my mouth and nose again, and breathed. That seemed to work just fine. Then I tested the "look at your hands" technique. I looked down at my hands, and noticed that they were so realistic, that if I did not know any better I would think I was awake. The only flaw was that I was missing two fingers. I tried to summon somebody, so I said out loud, "Bring me my best friend," to nobody in particular. Instantly, my best friend from 8th grade appeared. He was just as real as he was in life.
"Nice weather today isn't it?" He said. I wanted to reply but he disappeared shortly. I flew downstairs and went outside. By then I had been in the dream for a while, almost 15 minutes. I looked at a digital clock, and it made no sense at all. It read "2G:F&Y". I looked away, then back again. This time it said "SCREW YOU". I laughed at this, and with lightning speed, ran down the road heading for a town. I got there in an instant, and entered a Target store. Inside I explored the virtual reality, making short reality checks to ensure I did not lose my lucidity. 5 minutes or so passed and I was growing bored. I decided to try something my cousin Josh would do. I went to the check out, where a bored teen girl was. She obviously was tired of the mundane routine of working at a register. I shouted in her face, "GET EVERYONE OUT OF HERE THERE ARE ZOMBIES ALL OVER THE PLACE!!!".
"Dude... what is your problem?" She replied in a monotone voice. I looked around, noticing that there really were zombies all around me. Much more than I expected. I used superhuman strength and lasers from my hands to defeat the zombies, but more came. "This is so fun..." I thought to myself. I fought more and more zombies until the dream was over.

I had two more lucid dreams this morning! The first one, I was in the backseat of a car. Mr. Crocker (from Fairly Odd Parents) was driving. Suddenly, I noticed that there was no one driving anymore and that Mr. Crocker was sitting in the trunk! It was one of those cars where you can reach into the trunk from the backseat, though, so it's entirely possible and likely he climbed in from inside the car.

Anyway, there was no one driving now, but the car was still going really fast. "Get back in the driver seat!" I told him, but he just ignored me.

That's when it hit me - I hadn't actually seen him LEAVE the driver seat, which meant I must have fallen asleep in the car! This was just a dream! Actually, I was in bed IWL, but I guess that wasn't really important, as long as knew I was dreaming. I did the hand RC to make sure. Five fingers - nope! I tried my other hand, just to make sure, and I counted six fingers this time!

Suddenly, I noticed my iPod was laying on the seat next to me. I turned it on and noticed the time was some number that was too big to be the time (I didn't pay much attention to the time), then quickly turned it off because I was afraid the bright screen might somehow cause me to wake up.

After putting my iPod down, I wasn't sure what to do next, seeing as I was still in the car. My mind went blank for just a moment, which taught me a valuable lesson the hard way: NEVER STOP THINKING. Before I knew it, I was suddenly awake, staring at the back of closed eyelids.

Yes, I learned that you MUST always focus your attention on something. Just constantly thinking about what you are doing or will do will help prevent the dream from collapsing that way. Focusing your attention on your thoughts is still helpful.

Anyway, I opened my eyes to check the time. I didn't really pay attention to the specific time; I was just checking if I should get up or if I had more time to sleep (it's an analog clock, so I can just look at the rough position of the hands, without much regard for the numbers, for an estimate of the time). I decided to go back to sleep and try to become lucid again.

This next dream started in third-person. Hermoine Granger (from Harry Potter) was there. A little dog started chasing her. Suddenly, the dream switched to first-person, so now I was running from the dog. I realized, "I've had this dream before. I must be dreaming." In actuality, I've never had a dream even remotely similar to that before, but whatever gets me lucid works, I guess!

Knowing now that I was dreaming, I simply left the room (I'm assuming I was myself now, as I forgot I wasn't). I found myself in the gym at my church. I did the hand RC just in case (even though I was already certain I was dreaming) and confirmed that I was correct. Thinking about what I should do now, I decided I should start with the basics of dream control. I decided I had two good options - continue trying to teleport, or summon someone/something. I chose teleportation.

I went to the door and told myself, "This door leads to my room," stating the first place I could think of and trying to visualize it somewhat despite having my eyes open. It, unfortunately, led right where it should.

My mom was there. "I'm having another lucid dream," I told her. "See? I have an extra finger right there, which means I'm dreaming." I pointed to the extra finger.

"That's nice," she said, not really seeming to care.

"I have to keep thinking, though," I continued. "If I stop thinking, I'll wake up again." I went outside, doing my best to maintain a constant monologue, mostly a mix of reminding myself I was dreaming and thinking about what I should try, whenever I wasn't talking with someone or doing something specific. I'd occasionally switch between thinking and speaking out loud to myself.

Anyway, when I went outside, I ended up on some unfamiliar street. There were a lot of shops and other businesses around, so I figured I'd just wander around and find somewhere that looked interesting. As I was wandering, I decided to try summoning while I was walking along. I'd heard that reaching into your pocket is a good way of summoning small objects, so I tried it. "My iPod is in my pocket," I said, naming the first thing that came to mind, as I was only doing this as practice. I reached into my pocket, and... it was empty. I resolved to simply explore this place my subconscious had given me instead; there were plenty of buildings around, after all.

While I was still walking and looking around, I came across these two Asian guys. Hoping they knew this was a dream, I asked them, "How do you summon objects?"

"I'll tell you how," one of them replied. "You don't." Clearly, he wasn't aware this was a dream.

It turned out that they were on their way to work, so we each went our separate ways. I soon spotted a sushi restaurant at the end of the street. Since I'd heard food can taste really good in LDs, and since I love sushi, I went in.

However, a lady from my church, who was seated at a table near the entrance, stopped me to talk to me. She proceeded to say something only a DC would say. "When you go to the bathroom, Kiona follows you in." I can't remember her second sentence, but it ended with the words "toilet seat".

This unexpected conversation was enough to temporarily distract me from my current task of ordering sushi. Almost as soon as she was done talking, the dream ended just like the last; my vision quickly faded, and I was awake before I'd even had the time to think about stabilizing.

It seems I went back into the dream with Dethklok. Too bad it wasn't a DEILD.

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Had time to recall
This morning I remembered a full dream then a fragment of the 1 before it. This is (Sic) from iPhoney at about...5am. enjoy!

"I said I would only do F cuz the kid was the only smart one. Hairy other guy really sick, think in a hotel.
In my grandmas apartment, a group of us (people)were trapped. We didn't know the reason.. i was suspicious of some of the people in the room. Two girls were in the olympics- Mckayla and Gabby and the black one asked me "well we're in the olympics, how do we know we can trust you?" but while I was answering with what I want to do with my life she wasn't listening. Mckayla was nodding. We went over to get soup or an appetizer and Jeff from survivor asked "what does it smell like?" I didn't smell anything because I finished my dish., but I realized he was giving a hint. So I "felt", looked and listened. i assumed his hint was to pay attention to my senses. Just like others have recorded, I expected to hear something. I heard ducks and then found two bath-ducks on my grandma's couch. I knew that was the key so I picked them up and nothing was under either one. While everyone else continued to smell the soup, i found a note and it read "only 3 out of 4 will find the lamp. I looked under each lamp and people started to notice. I was afraid I would give it away, but I wanted to continue. So I found the next hint under a lamp. And it was yet another fortune, but I was unfocused. I refocused and quickly skimmed "an agent asked how they found numbas and they said by revealing the text through illumination...[5,7,64,62] est.) I woke up and tried to go back to sleep but I knew I was too conscious.

I began in my bed, wearing nothing but boxers and a t-shirt, and I was in a store-- it was a wooden cabin, all one room, and a bar counter on one side. I walked outside into the daylight and stared in awe at how realistic it was. I must have done three reality checks before I finally believed I was dreaming.

I was in a mountainous area. For about a minute or so I just stared off into the wilderness on the side of the road: tons of detailed trees, colorful flowers, and then stared at the scene of the hill-side view across me from the top of this hill.

I finally remembered a couple of dream goals. One was to go nude in a dream, so I stripped down to my skin. These two urbanites (black guys about my age) merely gave me a long hard (hurr) look, and went on. I remembered to try out a hoverboard. I couldn't make the damn thing appear, however I went through the motion of hopping on and riding, and it worked! it was like it was an invisible board. As I reached the bottom of the hill, another guy one a hoverboard (a real one, not an invisible one lol) zoomed past me.

At the bottom this guy with glazed over, green eyes (With NO pupils) walked up to me. I cupped his face in my hand and brought him closer so i could stare at them--they were gorgeous and otherwordly...


I followed the green-eyed one and his friends into the woods at the end of the hill, and things got weird...they climbed up a tree and into this large ( small car sized) walnut and they turned to green fairie-lights and entered the walnut. I climbed up the tree (stopping to admire a couple spider webs that were intricately detailed as well! Fucking awesome dream so far) and when i got to the walnut it was smaller than I expected and I opened it and ate these small fruits inside. as I ate them, they tasted bland, and this story played out audibly in my mind saying

"and they were demons, and like sweets, he was told to avoid them." As I heard it, I spit out the fruit, and it was a mouthful of blood. O_O

Annnyyway, after that I went around a hill and expected a Stargate to be there-- and there was! I couldn't get it to work, but there was a panel on the side telling me the different planets and cities I could go to. As I picked on, Captain Picard showed up to join me (lol)

I got in my impala, which was right next to the stargate, and we took off into this field, and I shifted the gear, each time going faster. Finally I realized we were going up into space, and I shifted one more time and we hit warp speed into space...the feeling of acceleration was INCREDIBLE...

but even more amazing was the visuals my mind gave me for the warp speed...these giant, techni-colored neon bubbles appeared and zoomed past in space...I can't really describe the feeling of awe, but I found a picture that surprisingly give a good idea.



After that, I had a False Awakening where Hugh Laurie, as Dr. House, sarcasticly pointed out that I was still dreaming. Lol

The fruits were

A dream I had this morning (18 August 2012) - much vivid detail.

I was finally on TV. Not sure how it happened, but it was a 6:00 - 6:30 pm segment for children, in which I appeared in the same manner as in a YouTube video discussing the longest words in several languages.

If you message me, I'll send you the link - unless I actually become too famous and you'll know right away.

My Facebook friend, initials DL, was on the program as well. Later, I remember talking to him on Facebook about how he saw me on the program, too!

Cut. Something about a beer store.

How did they get my video, anyway? This other kid was one year younger than me, but this appeared to be some kind of educational program, as the credits rolled in, displaying our names, and that of one other teletubby-like creature.

It gave out the following messages...

MY NAME: GROW UDD
HIS NAME: GROW OLD

This was strange for several reasons. First, they spelled out a nonexistent word: udd. Perhaps they meant "odd"? They couldn't have meant the same word for both of us, considering D and L are on opposite sides of the keyboard, I thought.

Wait a minute. Does this mean they wanted me to die young?

Or perhaps, die young as late as possible?

I bent down and ate my soup. I thought about that valedictorian speech that I had long prepared, but never got to speak in front of an audience.

Sometime later, I go to bed. The same teletubby-like creatures that hosted the show were now anthropomorphic talking animals that sat on the right of a ledge and bookshelf in the corner of my room. They were discussing a most unusual subject as I proceded to sleep.

They were talking about what happens when somebody's testicles get twisted and "suffocate".

"So, a new female is created?!"

Somewhere in the voices was a hint of judgement and contempt. I thought that if I discussed a so-called 'nutshot fetish' I had with the producers of the show, they'd be upset. They were part of Family Studios, which was a spin-off affiliate program of a North American charity very similar to Focus on the Family. Both programs were very pro-life, conservative, and anti-LGBT rights.

As I was thinking about, or perhaps actually did, write about my experience on a somewhat-gay Facebook forum, the transwoman wrote back something neither demeaning nor incredibly strange. However, my instant thought or response was, "you broke me", an attribute that I couldn't have thought possible for a transsexual person, whoever he/she was.

Later, I was watching the news, or maybe being part of it. A huge storm had stirred up sand storms and haboobs in Texas, A facade of a cattle ranch being "roughed up" appeared. On the news, they said the ex-storm (or ex-low, or something like ex-nor-easter) had made its way to Japan.

This had never happened before, but this year, this was the third time. I thought, how could a storm track that way, if it was moving the "opposite" to a regular storm?

Most storms would track from Japan eastward toward Oregon, then sink south toward Texas. If this storm was heading the other way, it must be over the Arctic.

Perhaps it was 2012. Or maybe the physical year didn't exist, as the dream state was on a floating timeline.

The news then reported that, after recently 100 young boys had suddenly gone missing in Texas, most of them were found alive. The families, and the communities, were praying for the safe return of the rest.

The next segment featured a part about the abortion controversy. It showed a woman with brown tape over her stomach area, the commentor saying, "the crosses heal the wounds of young women who were photographed having an abortion in the woods".

Previously, there was a case where a pro-life activist photographed the aborted fetus of a woman who had aborted her child secretly in the woods. This time, women all over the country who were not pregnant were wearing this brown tape. Any time a photographer passed over, they were instructed to openly state they were not pregnant, and question what the hell the photographer was doing there.

And they did. The photographers were apprehended by police and security, and taken away.

As both a Liberal Christian and a Christian Liberal who was often pro-life but in major cases also pro-choice, I was torn about this segment. First, I thought, "were these crosses false prophets"?

My mind then wandered over to a kitchen when I was five years old, but that was a facade again. I thought about pro-life protesters in the streets, and what was to become of them.

I remembered a certain video on Godvine about how anti-abortion protesters convinced a mother not to abort her baby. Would these now be a thing of the past? Would pro-choice people now try to convince teen pregnancies to abort rather than say, seek adoption?

I asked somebody, "would there still be anti-abortion protests? Or are those protected indefinitely under the constitution?"

On the pro-choice side, why were these photographers mobilizing in the first place? Perhaps they were agents of a new Romney-Ryan administration that opposed planned parenthood?

I personally supported the rights of the women who were violated. What about people who needed an abortion to save the life of the mother and then were violated as they were filmed, filed and reported?

Browsing through my Twitter, I saw that Pastor Terry Jones was following me. I doubted whether I should follow back, as this was apparently the pastor who had led the Qu'ran burning controversy at the Dove World Outreach Center in Florida.

I wake up at 4:43 am. Proceding to write these down now, and after another half hour I fall asleep again.

I remember nothing about what happened.

Sleeping again from about 8:15 - 9:15 am.

Only remember the ending this time. George Shrinks was on a mission somewhere, and saved a girl on the sub-11th floor of a basement. Flying in his Zoopercar, he stages a show.

His mom is holding a secret egg. However, she wears it on a fake turban-like mummified head gear, which George then unravels and pulls out the egg.

The contents turn out to be a prize. Apparently, a group was awarding us more than $8.26 million for defending gay rights.

O...K...then.

OGF

I was with my OGF. She was being nice. Then she was getting a divorce and was hanging out with me. It seemed more and more apparent that we would get back together.

I obviously woke up eventually.

I remember bits and pieces, and they make no sense at all because it was such a bizarre dream:

There was a little boy, about 10 - 11 I assume, talking to his neighbors telling them that he and his family were moving.
Then he told his best friend, who happened to be the blue mouse from CatDog, named Winslow
(I guess someone was tracking them or something because they were moving because someone was going to come kill the little boy.)
Then on his way home from his nieghbors he saw a tv on in his "clubhouse" and he looked inside and say a homeless guy, but it was a mangled rat, and told him he could stay because they were moving anyways.


That's about all i can remember except for facts about the little boy, he had brown hair with vivd green eyes that you could never forget.