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A nightmare I saw over and over again for about a month when I was young. I kept returning to the same points to see it all happen all over again and again. Parts in my story signify the "checkpoints" the story started from at different times.

I stood there gazing upon the campground. It was dark and cold, I could almost feel the whistling breeze coming from beyond. Almost no stars were to be seen at the night sky, it was cloudy and treetops were covering the sky. Campground was set in a large pit located in middle of the woods. Branches could be heard cracking deeper in the woods. Slowly I walked towards the center of the campground. Seven tents had been set up and a campfire in middle of them. The fire was out but you could still see little smoke coming out from the ashes. Ashes were spread around the place by wind a little bit.

Non-lucid: first part
A big slam could be heard behind me not too far away, right at the end of the campground. Startled by the sound I turned around, seeing a small yellow entrance. It was a bomb shelter and the door was open, light shined out from inside. A big slam was heard again, followed by a scream of a girl. Friend of mine appeared to be standing behind me by my right side. "I'm afraid, don't leave me alone." - she said. We were petrified. There it was again a big slam, but now it came just by the door, like it was closing in on the entrance. I started to walk directly at the door. A persons foot and a metal pipes end could be seen just behind a corner inside the shelter. With haste a school age boy turned into the view. The boy was wearing dirty and bloody white t-shirt, shorts, sneakers and a clown mask. I stopped frightened. Behind him there was a dark figure.

Non-lucid: part two
The boy was angry at me, I cannot understand a word he says to me. He started slamming the metal pipe to the walls making a terrible noise. A monsterous shout was heard under us, at the end of the bomb shelter. Dark figure was to be seen more clearly now, it was my very own mother, just standing there, like in a trance.

Non-lucid: part three
Boy shouts me with anger: GO AWAY! He begins to run downstairs, accidentally pushing my mother down the stairs. The shouts echo could still be heard. I attempt to catch the boy, as I pass my mother in the stairs she fades away. Stairs were shaped as a spiral downwards. At the end of the stairs there was a doorway to a long hallway. An invisible monster, shaped mostly like a man starts walking at from the other end of the hallway. It could only be seen as if it was covered in blood or water (changed between dreams). It starts running at me, catching me and throwing me to the end wall of the hallway.

Before lucid dream I had just seen part three of the nightmare. I wanted them to stop so I concentrated on nothing but the fact that I wanted to change how it all ends.

Lucid: final part - Final part takes place right after part two.
Boy begins to shout at me more clearly, but I don't care what he says, I've heard it all before, I knew how it would end. I grab the boy by his shirt stopping him from running away. Right that moment I can see my mother fade away, but this time she was still standing still, unhurt.

It began to clear to me. I was dreaming, I was unbound. Everything started to speed up, the room began to smudge around me as if it was moving back and forwards too quick. I look back at the boy just to see nothing but air, he had faded away. I hit the wall as if the world had flipped around me.

I wake up right after. Knowing what just happened.

Never had the same nightmare since.

What I've studied from this site it is somewhat normal to get too excited at the first lucid dreams, I'm pretty sure this is what happened to me also.

It has been a pleasure to write this down after so many years. I hope you enjoyed reading this.

Im in some warehouse fighting chinease dwarfs guards with guns.

But im not worried about getting shot beacuse I got super strength im graping them by the arms and throwing them into boxes high up.

I realize this must be a visulization so I wait for my self to snap snap back to my real body but when I dont I realize im dreaming so I look at my hands right away but I cant see them it too dark all of a suden I only see the outline so I run to ware I see light in the warehouse.
I stand under a industryal light bulb the kind that are realy long when I do I see my hands but it looks like im looking through a magnifing glass then out of nowhere my right hand disappears so I look at my left hand and it disappear too

This piss me off beacuse how can I stabilize the dream if I cant see my hands I didt have a backup plan my hands
Re-appear out of the corner of my eye but when I look directly they vanish I can still feel them but not see them
The dream de-stabilize and I woke up and I voud to have a plan A B and C for next time.

i was in a drak room with my bro and we were sitting on my couch looking at a white wall then all of a sudden i was lucid i looked at him with excitment and i said dude were dreaming he said prove it so i saw it was dark and i yelled out like 10 time the word light and light filled the room then devon said its true and then the dream was so vivid i looked down the hall and the doors were so real looking then i walked over to an item and the dream started to fade but i remembered how to stabalize it so i rubber my hand and said im dreaming. then their was a scene change but i was still lucid but adri and some other girl was there i said to myself i want to fly so i layed on the floor and jpushed up with my hands and i was floating i floated out side and the wind i could feel it on my face and the sky was so vivid i tried to go up but i stopped i couldnt fly but right then i was ok with it so i floated on my back and floated over the grass but i started floating down to the grass and when i did i could fell the grass on my back the itching then i started flapping my arms to stay floating but i guess i got too excited beacause i woke up.

i want to know how does a dream character beacome lucid and how did i plz comment. i had a lot of dream control so and it was so vivid so you can guess when i woke up i was very happy

This dream happened, oh, a week ago, but I didn't record it here.

It was a pretty decent length, and I remembered quite a lot compared to normal. It begins:

It's the first day of school at my high school, except that the layout of the school is slightly changed. My brother comes to tell me that he has forgotten something at home, and I need to drive him home to go retrieve it. I don't remember the drive, only coming to school the second time. I have the feeling that I've left several times and am now back at school quite late. I head to whatever the mathematics class I take in the dream is, and walk alongside the calculus teacher-- we'll call him Mr. K. Mr. K looks at me confusedly, and asks why I'm not going to calculus. I try to explain to him that I didn't want the heavy homework load and that I'd wanted to, but the class didn't fit in my schedule(this is false, I am taking calculus in real life).

Time passes and I'm unsure what happens-- I think I visit a few other strange classes, and walk about the school-- until I find myself behind the school building where there appears to be a gathering of students. I don't pay attention to them because I don't really care about them, I'm more interested in going over to the left a ways where there is normally a back entrance to the school. In real life the door and cement area outside has an overhang over it, but in the dream the entire area was scaled much larger, and transformed into a large picnic area with wooden picnic tables in rows. There was a very tall chain link fence the length and height of the structure, on the side facing me. I walked around the fence, and it gets weird.

I find some student-- I don't remember what they looked like or what they were doing. I only know that they were doing something that would get them in trouble, something that was against the rules. I stick around, and then the principle storms out of the back door. It's the principle from Ferris Bueller's Day Off. He's pissed. I don't know what happens to the student I am with, but the principle comes to me and is very angry-- I am getting in trouble even though I didn't do anything, I figure he thought I had since I was next to the delinquent student. He restrains both of my hands behind my back and forces me to the ground. I am kneeling facing away from the end of a picnic table, while he sits on a seat on the table and holds my hands behind my back with one hand. He is furious, and shouting nonsense about my guilt. He next brandishes a knife and begins using it to gesture with his free right hand as he speaks. I am outraged that he thinks it okay to pull a knife on a student. He waves the knife wildly about, and eventually nicks me with the blade and I tell him that he has cut me and that he is going to get into a large amount of trouble. You simply cannot cut a student, sir. He tells me something along the lines of, "don't be a pussy", and grabs my hand. He clenches my hand on the blade of the knife and draws it out. It is a strange feeling. It's not painful like a real cut, it's prickly and strange and I can feel the knife separate my skin but without the burning pain that would be expected. It's like when you have a half healed cut, so that it no longer hurts but the skin is separated, and you can feel the numb skin touch together when you move your hand because the wound opens and closes. It's gross, and I remember it vividly.

I am staggeringly outraged. He's purposefully cut me, right down the palm of my hand. His ass is going to jail. I'm just beside myself, not with joy, but in astounding anger. Why the fuck would you think that would be appropriate, Mr. Principle? "You can't do that. My god, you cannot do that to a child, sir. You can't." He laughs, somehow I am free of him and arrive in the kitchen of my house. My family members are seated around the room. I rush from one to the next, trying to explain the situation to them, and the injustice that had been done to me. I am trying very hard to yell, to be loud, to express myself, but I can barely talk. It's just a whisper, and I can't find the words I need to say to make them understand. I feel trapped inside myself, I'm boiling on the inside, I want them to know that an adult that is supposed to be trusted with students just pulled a knife on one, and cut him. Nobody is interested, they just blow me off. Mom and Dad don't care, they just look away. I want to cry, I have a lump in my throat. Then the man shows up again, and the scene changes.

I'm near a river and it's evening time, the sun is setting. I'm in a wooded area, with forest to the sides. There is a somewhat clear path through the forest, snaking up a small incline into the distance. I know in my head that this is the direction that I must escape to. I don't recall, but I think that there was nobody around. I knew that I had been a captive of the principle, though. I fled, I don't remember the running away part. I remember approaching the edge of the woods, almost safe, when it hits me. I left the other student who had gotten in trouble behind. I make my way back to go and rescue him. Now there are people about. They're the principles cronies, and they're gunslingers with six-shooters. I somehow make it back to where the student is held captive, and thankfully there is nobody around in that area. I realize that I have a pistol as well, but it never occurs to me that I could use it if I needed to. The student is tied to a table near the riverbank. I now look at him, and observe that he is a perhaps half African-American with natural afro-hair. He is several years younger than me, or he looks young. I quickly untie him, and give him my weapon. I think I find another pistol, or had two, because I recall still holding one. Then the principles cronies start wooping in the background and come through the trees towards us. I know in my head that the other person is going to be okay, so we split up and run in opposite directions. A few gunslingers follow me, wearing tattered clothing and wild-west style boots, I believe several are wearing cowboy hats. They are sprinting along side me, instead of tackling me. One shoulders me repeatedly, the way that cars may do in a chase scene in an action movie, by steering into each other while driving in the same direction alongside each other. He pulls his gun but does not fire. I remember that I am holding a gun, but I don't think to or want to use it.

Eventually they chase me up a path alongside the craggy ledge of a ravine. I see that the path swerves and know that if I don't slow down, my momentum will take me off the edge before I can turn. There is a wooden and barbed wire barricade to the side that I would need to turn around, but in the heat of the moment, I decide to leap through it. It is made of several boards on top, log cabin style so that it is impenetrable, followed by a gap with two strands of barbed wire strung between wooden posts, followed by more boards. All I know is that I need to get to the other side of it quickly. I basically say "fuck it" and leap through the barrier, sideways, so that my body is horizontal as I pass between the strands of barbed wire. I am thrilled that I could pull it off and I believe my followers run into the barrier or have to run around it. Sadly, my joy is short lived, and I am woken up.

The end.

I started to want to see my mom naked. So I began to be nice to her and do whatever she said. We were on a bus and her straps on the camisole she was wearing started to fall to her arms, and she wasn't wearing a bra. She was joking about how innapropriate that was or something, and I told her I didn't mind. When the bus got to it's stop, my mom got off so I followed her. She went in front of a docking bay, and let her boobs hang out for everyone to see! She turned around and showed me, and said something like hers don't look good because she's old, then I told her she had nice boobs. Then we got back to our van and I got in the middle seat. Mom was packing some stuff into the trunk and the van started driving down the road by itself. I just sat there and Mom was still packing the trunk while it was going. Then when she finished, she ran by the side of the car and got in the middle seat next to me. We talked for a little while. Next thing I know, we were at home and she laid an Xbox 360 controller standing on its side on the floor. She said at 4-5 P.M. you can knock it down for a baseball card. I said we didn't have any baseball cards, so we looked around for regular cards. I found a pack of good playing cards, but before I could use them, Mom got a pack of small cards, and shot them all over the floor, all 52 of them! So I decided to help her pick them up because I wanted to see those boobies again. While I was picking up cards, there were also little puzzle pieces all over and other junk. When it was all cleaned up, Mom walked out of her bedroom, and was licking her finger seductively, and I was gonna do something, then Dad walked out of the bathroom and stopped me from doing anything. It barely looked like my dad though because he had medium length hair, not short; wore a baseball cap, which he never does; and he wasn't wearing his glasses.

Me and some other kids (4 guys 1 girl) started a gang in our neighborhood. Our hideout was underneath a building. There was a small area of brick that moved up and down so you could lift it and get in. You would have to strech between to walls to get down to the floor. Also before you could even get on the ground you had to do something with your hands (so only your feet were holding you) then something with your feet (so only your hands were holding you). The girls wouldn't have to do that though because it would be too hard. Somehow Mr L (He's the strictest most bitchly teacher at my school who gets you in trouble for just about anything) found our gang hideout, and stopped our gang. Next thing I know we are at some festival and we're in a big tent with a restaurant in it. I see people outside the tent in a big crowd so I start making peace signs at them and saying, "Pee." (Instead of peace) Then the old lady behind the counter at the restaurant starts having problems with her dentures. They're buzzing really loud, and Mr L tells one of the guys in my gang to stop, but he's not doing anything. The lady tries to fix her dentures but nothing works.

Victoria Justice set up a ladder on some wall and put a clear tube around it, then another yellow tube around it. She said she wanted me to go in there with her. I tried to get in and could barely fit. I did want to go in there with her (she's hoottt), but we just wouldn't be able to fit.

The dream started with me in a business office building and I got on an elevator. the elevator was surrounded by glass and moved fast. Suddenly, it started spinning sideways around me and two other people out of control. We were still in place some how as if we were floating, but the elevator car wasn't rectangle shaped it was an oddly shaped polygon and would hit us over and over again even if we tried to avoid it.

When we got to the first floor and other people started to watch in fear, I took my chances and dove off the elevator car and was hit many times on the way out. I lay out in the open and look back at the other two that didn't jump and the elevator was still spinning in place even though it wasn't plummeting down. The people looked up at me with fear in their eyes as the elevator car hit them over and over again and I could see them losing their strength. Then, some workers tried to run up and turn it off and two guys dressed like construction workers jumped in to save the two people and the people jumped out, but then right as the construction workers were about to jump out, this giant arc of electricity shot out and a boom went off. The elevator picked up speed and the workers started floating toward the top of the elevator car.

Then more lightning and electricity and the people were being fried by it and I just stared in horror. Right when it didn't seem it could get any worse, flames burst out in every direction and the elevator car caught on fire and in this moment, the scene of all this chaos made me realize this had to be a dream.

NOW LUCID!!!NOW LUCID!!!

So I turned and looked at a clock twice and at a closer examination it did change (unlike most dreams where that reality check doesn't work), and my hands weren't misshaped. So I figured I'll just fly then. I jumped up and failed the first time, got mad, and then jumped with more grunting and frustration and I launched.

I flew high above the building and outside was a magnificent view of a sunset with reds and oranges blended in and a 360 degree view of it with cities off in the distance. I notice the sunset is about to go away and I point at it like I would in Pocket God, and I lower my finger and make it dark and the moon comes up. Then I grab the moon and lower it until the sun comes up and I raise the sun much higher until the scene looks good.

I then make it dark and make some lightning strikes and laugh while enjoying myself. I then think that I should try out a dream goal and I fly to a city in the distance and start to realize the dream is almost over when I get there so I just observe some of the city for a minute and my alarm goes off.

Great dream, haven't been lucid in a long time so this was a great feeling.

ok so i hand a dream where the cast of scary movie was in a church like place. i was getting chased by the masked guy. i went to the basement where i saw "greg". i killed him with a nose hair trimmer. anyway after that i went up stairs and saw this pretty lady. then we f*cked. i felt everything like it was real.

Wow... just... wow. Interesting, revisionistic view of my life, which is 100% not true. There's... according to this dream, there's a reason I'm single and asexual, and it claims I wasn't always that way. I have to say upfront that even though my memory is bad, it's not THIS bad, so there's no way something like this could have happened. But it supposes that I'm digging through some written diary stuff or whatever, that I both somehow still had, in a paper format, and had somehow not lost, but had also forgotten about. And it claims that what I read suggests that I was in love with someone, once. But at some point I found them cheating on me. Or, rather, him. Yes, apparently if this dream is to be believed, before I was asexual, I was gay. Now... many of my friends are bi or gay, it's not like I would have a problem with such a thing, but it's not really for me. The dream throws out a username, tag, or whatever, and a time frame. "Ericalt" or... "alm?" or... I dunno. I know it started with "Eric" though. And the timeframe was sometime in late 2008, so right when I first started college. I definitely wouldn't have jumped into college and started dating, for one thing. For another, I knew I was asexual before college. And of course that time of my life was relatively harmless and peaceful. Even assuming I could have "repressed" something like that, it would have shown somewhere. The friends I was starting to make at that time would never have let me repress something like that, anyway. That's enough rambling...

Non-dream Dream Lucid Dream

I had a couple of very vivid dreams last night.

Dream 1:

I am about to have either tooth surgery or surgery on my testicles and I feel very frustrated. I am at my old Anaheim house. My parents are being a pain. They said they are "really busy" and wouldn't make it to the surgery until really late. My brother is helping me find a suit to wear to the surgery. I am having a child soon. I woke up with pain in my left testicle.

Dream 2:

I am playing baseball and TK is my coach. I'm not in the field because I need to sleep.

Dream 3:

Bowling is in the olympics and LA calls me so I can watch it.

Dream 4:

It is my wedding day and my brother is helping me out with the tux. Even though it is the day of the wedding we JUST got fitted for the tuxes and we (me, my brother, and bender from Futurama) go to get them just 5 minutes before the ceremony is about to start. I mingle with some guests - mostly my wife's co-workers. Some older lady asks me where ___ (cant remember his name) is and I reply "sorry I have no idea who he is." She gets really sad and asks if he is dead and I say "I don't know" and I rush down to get my tux.

After getting the tux, the trip back to the mingling area is very difficult. There is an obstacle course very similar to the show Wipeout. Every time I try to pass one particular spot I say "Is this really what it's like getting out of a prostate?" Everyone laughs (?!?).

On the way up to the ceremony I realize that my worst fear has come true. We are minutes from the ceremony and my tux isn't on, we didn't practice our first dance, I didn't prepare a speech for later that evening, I really didn't know what was going on at all. Then I realize that everything will be ok and I am at peace.

I reach the holding room where my wife is waiting for me. She asks me a question and I snap into awareness. I say "But this is a dream!" The look on my wife's face at this moment after telling her this is a dream is one of the saddest things I have ever seen. She is crushed. She really wants the wedding to be perfect and I do too. She starts crying and I say "It's OK, it's OK," but she runs out of the room. I fly after her for a short while but she has disappeared. Everything goes black. I try to fight it but I eventually wake up.

I was lucid for about 15 seconds. I have no idea what triggered the DILD but I think it had to do with the strange timing of the wedding (nothing being prepared, etc...).

Dream 5:

I am a left fielder playing in a baseball game and I can't catch a fly ball. I misjudge all of the balls hit to me or lost them in the lights.

-Adventure Time with Deus Ex-

Don't ask me how the two mix, but they do. It started off with me playing the futuristic cyberpunk game Deus Ex: Human Revolution. More like just watching it, really. I watched the main character, Adam Jensen, simply talk random jibber about things in an orange-skied oceanic place with buildings in the background. Every now and then though, I'd go to a scene that fit well with the whole theme of the Cartoon Network show, Adventure Time with Finn and Jake. I played the role of the human character Finn, even dressing like him, and Jake the dog was following me around. He, too, was like he was in the show, save for the magician hat he wore on his head. Nonetheless, we walked through a dark, realistic looking woodland area, talking and not seeming to have any particular goal or anything. We came across a large house, possible a mansion that seemingly glowed in the darkness of the dark area. We decided to go near it, only to encounter three women walking our way. We followed them, and to a sort of outdoor restaurant of sorts, where they sat down, and I began to suave them into something. I don't quite remember what I said, but it seemed to be working well on the girls, particularly one who wore a red swimsuit and had tan skin with blonde hair. She was pretty, kinda middle-aged, but good looking regardless. She then started crying. I don't know why, something about not wanting to be with her boyfriend and wanting to be with me instead. I brushed it off, thinking it was my fault for causing such caine. I decided to walk into the mansion, for reasons unknown to me. We looked around, and the girls entered. This was their house, apparently, and they wanted me to get out, and so I obliged and left, somewhat sad. Me and Jake went to a restroom, not to go though, but looking for something or someone. We were in the women's restroom, strangely, though from the men's room we could hear flogging and crying. We rushed out and into the correct men's room. From there, we saw a rabbit and a feline-esque, humanistic characters on the floor, crying their eyes out. We went outside, only to find two men, dressed in old-timey soldier uniforms with the red shirts and white pants and the big black hats. We beat them up, took their outfits and their guns, and went on our way. Somehow, I had to reason that the two were together, Deus Ex and Adventure Time.

-The Trip to Japan-

Me, my brother, my mom and my racist as all hell Vietnam veteran of a step-dad were in Japan, though we spent most of our time in out small hotel room, laxing or doing nothing. There was all this talk that the avatar had returned, like from Nickelodeon's Avatar series. Still, me and my brother were much kinder to each other, unlike in real life. I guess I was somehow associated to the avatar for one reason or another, but I was dressed in Japanese RPG-game attire, and felt fine with a blue cape, a blue vest and baggy white pants with boots, and messy red hair. Anyways, I was planned to fly back home to meet the avatar.

-The Avatar-

I flew back home, though the flight felt amazing. I was strapped into a chair as if I was on a roller coaster, and the sides of the plane would open up to bare the dark night sky next to me as we flew back. I felt the wind brush by my body, and the plane even acted as a roller coaster. We went through turns and loopty-loops, though we reached my home town eventually. From there, I suddenly had a few people accompanying me, not sure who and I don't remember what they looked like, but the Avatar was one of them. She was a child, merely. With a cute belly and a cute face, though strangely large breasts. Though she was scantly dressed in only a wrap for her breasts and a loincloth for her waist, it seemed strange. I wasn't sure if she was a child or not anymore, or merely just someone with a tanned child-like appearance. Sooner or later, all of her clothes came off. She was exposed and her body was quite the sight, and her breasts kept coming up into my vision, without me having to look at them. They were just there. We went to cross a street, and everyone kept driving by in cartoon ways of showing their affection towards the nude girl. I recommended putting something on so that we could cross the street, and she did... though it was simply only a pink top of a bikini with the nipple portion cut out. We got across the street, trying fast to get to somewhere, though never really getting there.

-Japan Re-Visited-

I was suddenly back in Japan, I think. Me and my brother were fooling around in a store, and something strange happened, like I got caught in some sticky material while my brother (who looked nothing like my brother) got hit by something outside. The news and ambulances came, and once we were freed, we were put into things to keep us steady for something. Everyone was so happy that we were saved, though I never saw the danger of such things in the first place. Anyways, we were sent back on the plane, only to go to japan again. This time, we went through a city like area, a crooked tower standing near my side at one point, though this one was more relaxed, and I was able to enjoy the ride, and we eventually got down to a chapperal sort of area near a dam, and landed. That was how my dream ended.

Once again, I had a dream where I was able to fly, although this did not happen until the end. It started in the countryside, I was staying at a country house, presumably staying with a friend or relative. He looked like what I remember my great grandfather looking like.

A woman on a train mentioned she saw something, maybe helicopters? I don’t know, I can’t remember. A man suggested it was an escort, and she denied it because she thought he was talking about a Ford Escort.

A couple of people appeared in my dream, such as [SNIP] who I glimpsed walking into a shop (after I received the ability of flight, I kept going to the shops for an unknown reason) and [SNIP] who I saw twice, excluding the part where he runs from me. The first time we didn’t talk, the second time we did, although I cannot recall what about.

There were also parts with [SNIP] and [SNIP], and I was trying to avoid dog crap. Towards the end of the dream I flew to the bottom of the garden, where earlier I had been avoiding the dog feces, and spotted [SNIP] with an unknown woman. I knew they were there because I had a mini-map which told me where they were - the same mini-map as Second Life.

They saw me and ran. That’s when they complained to the house owner (the man who looked like my grandfather) about me, and [SNIP] accused [SNIP] (another familiar face) of telling me they were at the bottom. That’s when I took off and just started flying. I flew until I came across some children playing in their back garden, two were on a trampoline and one wasn’t. The one that wasn’t seemed amazed and questioned me about how I was flying. I told him I was still learning to control my ability which is why I couldn’t hover perfectly. I landed and then his mother came out, she asked me if she could ride on my back as I flew and I said I didn’t know if I could hold the weight. She jumped on and suddenly I had a jet-pack, I pressed the button to increase the thrust and a menu appeared from Second Life. Then I saw the woman and wanted to change her to a younger woman, which I did. Then I stirred, rolled over, and woke up. I was semi-conscious towards the end because I wanted to change the woman’s appearance, which actually worked. I wasn’t in full realization I was in a dream, though. Just partly, in a way I was, but it didn’t occur to me I was lucid and I should try and control other aspects of the dream. If I was fully conscious, maybe I could have lucid dreamed. The only problem was the shock from a semi-conscious part of my brain realizing I’m dreaming, because I could change the woman, woke me up.

Extremely vivid dreams. I can’t remember them in much detail as unfortunately, I’m writing this at night where I’ve had a whole day to forget what they involved. I do remember a black jet, much like the one in Captain America. It was flying over a city.

The main dream I was somewhat of a gangster. No really. There were the Ballas from Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas, and I think they were giving me trouble. I scared them off, and then I saw a can thrown my way. I looked around and [SNIP] was approaching me. He simply said, “I need £100.” In which I replied “I don’t have “£100.” He pickpocketed me and ran with my wallet, then [SNIP] yelled “Go get him!” which is actually pretty out of character for him.

I chased him down, pushed him to the floor, and kicked him. This unnerves me as I have nothing against the guy. It also disturbs me that my dream self was so out of control and had a lack of empathy.

A few nights back I said I’d listen to that lucid dream inducement video the night in which I posted it. Well, to clarify, I haven’t, and I am having an easier time remembering my dreams without it. It may be coincidence, I don’t know. What I do know is: I’m trying WILD tonight.

Three dreams. The first was the main one, with a lot of the squad from Mass Effect 2 (I'm a nerd), including Tali, being trained under some commander. He looked a lot like the commander from the film Avatar. There were a few who weren’t from the Mass Effect universe, the most notable, Alex Mercer. Again I dreamed about this guy, maybe he can become a dream sign. If I see him, then I know I must be dreaming.

The second was simple really. It still had the commander in it but it was just about a guy dating what looked like Foxface from the first Hunger Games. It ended when the commander hovered above her house in a helicopter. I remember, before the commander arrived, her boyfriend coming to the door, who actually looked a lot like Thresh, another character from the Hunger Games. She opened the door and said she he can’t come in because she was babysitting. They kissed in the doorway, and one of the children who was being babysitted claimed that it was weird what they were doing. They stopped, the two children walked off, and before she closed the door she kissed him again. If I see any Hunger Games characters in the future, I’ll hopefully know that I’m dreaming.

The third and final was the smallest. Alex Mercer (again) jumping from building to building in a vast city, riding on a helicopter, and then jumping off to land on the roof face first. He got up and the place he landed was a restaurant, so he ate there. He could only order his food when the neon light switched on under the bar, and he had to be quick enough to order before they turned back off. Pretty random, but I’m noticing Alex Mercer popping up a lot in my dreams. If I see him, I have to be dreaming, considering that he’s a fictional character.

If I see him again, I hope I will come to the realization that I’m dreaming without being shocked awake.

Strange dream. Can’t remember the chronological order in which it happened, but at one point I was Alex Mercer, at school, finding it hard to resist my predatory instincts and hurt other students. I remember using the hammerfists and the spikes entering underground, then stopping the spikes from coming back up. I was successful in conquering my hunting instincts without anyone getting hurt. After this I started running up the school buildings, and I found a woman on the roof. I brought her down to safety.

Later on (or earlier) I remember I was in a white, sterile room with a group of friends including [SNIP]. I then took down one of the walls and there was a perfectly flat field with different buildings. I came to the conclusion we were inside [SNIP] head, walking around his subconscious. It was very strange, it was like we were seeing prominent buildings from [SNIP] life such as the [SNIP].

There may have other parts of the dream, although I can’t remember. The strange thing is I actually remembered this dream on a night I didn’t listen to the lucid dreaming inducement video on Youtube. And other nights when I have, I can barely remember anything. Maybe the video is halting my progress? I’m going to try again tonight without, then tomorrow night I’ll listen to it again.

FINALLY had a lucid after WAAAY too long, and boy was it awesome!


I'm not 100% sure this is the same dream or not, but I was in a high school which had at least 3 floors, kind of roaming and messing with the teachers. I swapped some of their chairs, and the only teacher I remember clearly was Mrs. Alumbagh, who I had for Bio I freshman year. After this I was talking to a friend, and we were looking for a periodic table so I could show him the difference between two types of chemicals. They don't exist IRL, but their names were something similar to aerobic and anaerobic. We eventually found one in a "Chemist's Encyclopedia," and the blocks were different colors to indicate which they were.

I was on the computer at my dad's on yahoo, reading about something some scientists discovered, which seemed to point into the fact that soon, either the Earth would fall into the Sun, or there would be a gigantic solar flare which would mutate the planet. In retrospect, the reading was a little hard, and parts of it kept changing, but I didn't notice. And apparently the giant solar flare would come from a volcano on the Sun, which there were three of. I read something about a new heavy metal forming in the Sun and igniting, and suddenly my room was a lab and a scientist was demonstrating it to me. He held up two of those sparking things that you might see in a chemist lab, and one had a very flammable material in it, cotton I think, and the other was designed to be MUCH hotter, and had a ball of iron in it. He was showing that anything can burn if it gets hot enough, and they had identical puffs of flame. My recall (or the dream) skips, and I"m now outside my grandma's old house, which we now own and rent out. I rememer thinking briefly about dreaming and how awesome a lucid would be, so I plug my nose, and experience the familiar feeling of numbness and air flow. I thought this was a little funny, and walked around for a moment while trying to think of what to do. I got pretty excited, but thankfully I didn't wake up. I remembered to look at my hands, and other than my arms being narrower, the ridges on my hands being exaggeratedly detailed, and a few of my fingers being closer together than they should be, they were pretty normal. As I looked at my hands, the scene changed around me and I was now inside my step-grandpa's house. I remember rubbing one hand on a table to feel it, and it was smoother than I expected. I went outside onto the porch, when flying came to mind. I have flown before, but never in a lucid. My friend David suddenly texted me about starting a new game on Pokemon Mystery Dungeon as a Pikachu, but I knew it was a dream so I ignored him. I didn't hesitate, I walked to the edge of the porch and threw my arms and legs back like Iron Man (for some reason the German V-2 rocket came to mind, which I'm sure helped), and I was moving the fastest I've ever moved in a dream, vertically. I smiled and got to a height of maybe a couple hundred feet, before leveling off and flying into what looked like Palmont City from Need for Speed: Carbon (been playing it a lot recently). I saw a tricked out heliotrope (purplish-pink) truck with little kids swarming around it and found this intriguing, so I landed. In the driver seat of the truck was a bird girl, who resembled Wave from Sonic Riders, who I somehow knew from a cartoon in this dream. She looked very exasperated and couldn't move her truck. We made eye contact, and something passed between us, though I'm not sure what it was. She kindly asked the kids to let me into the truck, and I walked around to the passenger side and got in. I may have lost lucidity at this point. The truck had no passenger seat, just a little space where you could climb into a small back room. She jumped on me and pushed me back there, which had a little mat on the floor. I asked her her name, and she said Tortellini. Somehow I already knew this and was "just being sure." We started groping and kissing each other, though my memory of this part is hazy at best. The next thing I knew, the kids were gone, and we were outside on the sidewalk, putting our clothes back on as if we had just had sex. I smiled and said goodbye, then went flying again. I wound up flying in front of a giant computer screen-like wall, which was showing [CLASSIFIED]. I [CLASSIFIED] then when I [CLASSIFIED] I woke up about halfway, and could still feel it, as if I was [CLASSIFIED] IRL was well. I woke up completely and thankfully, I wasn't.