memorable

A day is cold; a girl can see her own breath of life.
A dusty glass window beside is covered with frost,
A little girl not older than ten is locked outside on a veranda.

The sky is darkening to icy blue
It is reaching for her; a cold thing, a dark thing.
Hands as white as bone and snow
She crouches and clenches her legs tightly
Warmth sieves through her claws like desert sand.

Whimpering,
She desperately bangs a glass… locked door beside.
Daddy, let me out! I won’t cry, let me out!
Is he sleeping?

Her runny nose is red like Rudolf,
Not Santa, she whispers herself, not Santa.
Clever girl knows it was her dad dressed in Santa.

Shivering, she punches a sliding glass door, bang.
Making noise might wake him up.

But… she drops her hand feebly.
He hates noise; he hates a child crying like a child.
A bitter dry cold was too much for a little girl.
Her body is numbing with stiff pain and blue,
Her thumbs have dry crevices trickling with blood.

He won’t let me out, till I give the right answer.
Silence will unleash the sentence
The obedient girl keeps her breath as silent as possible.

Santa doesn't like crying kids.
Only the dripping sound of tears fills the air

Daddy let me out.

recently i remembered an astral projection from when i was little like 5-7 i was in a butiful garden and their was a castle i walked in and their was a big book(the akashic records) and i open it and their was tons of weird writings i couldnt understand but then i did so i said one and it started snowing in the building then i said another and it summoned a dragon made of blue light and it said that it was my astral dragon i didnt know what that was cause i was young then a man with a beared came in and said what are you doing young one i said reading this book he siad that is a very special book it can tell you any thing you want to know like spells then i smilled and said can i come back he siad any time you like then i woke up.

#1 - When Did We Become A Resort? [Non-Lucid]

I don't recall too much about this dream, but I do remember that I was with my family staying at some sort of resort, except the setting was actually just our house. There was some woman in a fancy (and shiny, if memory serves) dress doing inspections around the house/resort, so I had to make sure to hide all of the drug-related stuff in my room before she got there so I wouldn't get in trouble. There had been a lot of drug nonsense going on earlier in the parts of the dream I can't really remember, but I do remember a flash of flying a magic carpet through skyscrapers in a downtown area on LSD. Anyway, the lady showed up and did her inspection, and all that really comes back about it was that I had the slightest desire to try to steal the woman's body from her. There was also some comment about how people kept trying to give us these rectangular cheesecake slices for free, claiming that they were "flannel cake", because it was his birthday. After that, I woke up.

#2 - My Demon Pals [Non-Lucid]

I was walking around my old high school/a wedding that a bunch of people I knew from school were at. Walking around with me were two demon spirits: a skinny, normal-looking guy except for the fact that his face (and especially eyes) just gave off that feeling of evil, and a big, buff guy wearing a fedora and with a cannon for an (at least one) arm. Cannon guy was causing mayhem by shooting cannonballs everywhere, and I was just laughing. There may have been some of my normal friends with me too, but it's hard to remember now. I saw this girl I've known since really early in school, KR, running by me in a wedding dress holding a leash and a long wire for some reason, and I took the wire from her and kept running alongside her. A bunch of other people from the school started running with us and I had the feeling that we were racing each other to this one special location we were all headed towards, just to be like we were carefree kids again like in school. That was fun. However, that image was becoming fainter as it went on, and then I woke up into sleep paralysis. My entire room felt like it was encompassed with a powerful energy, things were constantly pulsing and waving, and my vision was somewhat blurry and distorted, and a bit doubled. There was also a loud white noise that sounded like some kind of demonic language, and occasionally words could be pulled out of it but they didn't have any meaning. I was lying on my back so it was hard to look too far down, but I saw the same skinny demon spirit from the dream standing at the end of my bed, staring at me with those evil eyes. Hey there, specter. I reached out a fantasy arm to him (as my real one was still quite paralyzed), and I felt my imaginary limb twist and bend along with the rest of the energy in the room. The demon just stared at me longer and I tried to give him an "Aw, come on." type of face, but then it all faded away and I was just lying in bed normally. Too bad, I would've liked to see where that could've gone. >w<

This one is really bugging me. I can't figure out for the life of me whether this is an old dream that has reoccurred or just my brains re-enactment of a movie I saw a long time ago, but it seems so familiar. (and no, it's not I Am Legend)

Zombies and Vampires And Mutants, Oh My!
Non-Lucid: I had remembered more of this dream when I woke up, but I procrastinated and now only remember some scenes. The earliest I can remember is being in a run down house. It was mid-day, with me were 4 or 5 other people, at least two of them were women. At my side stood Roland Deschain (from the Dark Tower series by Stephen King, if you're familiar with it) or some character like him. Inside this old, abandoned shack we made a plan. You see, recently the town had been overrun with some kind of virus, or mutation. The world had moved on and we were getting ready to go with it. We had a plan now.

West of this little dusty rundown shack was a car garage, and west of that was some kind of forge or factory. The gunslinger next to me would run to the car garage and get a car working while the rest of us would run to the factory. and so we did.

The factory turned out to be a small industrial building, it sat in the center of a fairly large, empty plane of pavement surrounded by a brown wooden fence that was seeing it's final days. The four or five of us, two women, one white with short blonde hair, the other black also with short hair that was black. The two or three men I fail to remember. The building has large doors on each side favoring the far side of the building, big enough to let a bus enter. Inside it the floor is flat, and on the left it promptly slopes up onto another level the was 2-3 feet higher that ground level.

As soon as we enter the little building (about the size of a small hangar if that helps you put it into perspective) the horde of zombie-vampire-mutants arrived. We sealed the doors, short haired blonde was yelling orders. The short but wide dust coated windows, were blocked out from the light by the spider-like creatures. Short haired blonde and the black women are now brandishing machine guns (I couldn't tell you the exact type). The door I was facing was immediately blown open despite the barricades placed. one or two people go down, and we book it back to the car garage where the gunslinger waits for us to get in.

I hop in the car, short blonde hair does as well, but the other 2-3 don't make it. The car is dusty, the interior was home to brown leather seats and the rest was black. The windows were almost entirely darkened from the afternoon light as a result of the mutant-zombie-ninja-turtles hugging the crap out of the car. We take off, dream ends.

As a side note, I had a dream that I was on Whose Line Is It Anyway, it was fun and a shame I can't remember it.

Non-lucid visit with a ghost (B. Stewart). Somewhere where there are many people milling about. I see the ghost and we start talking. I tell him that I know he is dead. He smiles at me and says he is always here, watching over the guys. He gives me a lot of advice about life and says that he will just be "over there" sitting in the orange chair (like a stadium seat - sitting out in the open of this courtyard type setting), whether I can see him or not - he will be there. Such a friendly, loving, smile and hug. We talk about his son and his wife.

Later on in the dream - a different day perhaps - I return to the busy courtyard and I don't see him. I turn to the empty orange chair (about 15 ft away) and wave hello. A plastic hand that was on the arm rest waves back to me and I know it is him. Comforting.

Dream switches to being on a plane with my brother on our way to South Africa. There is no roof on the plane and I had to keep my hands on my headphones to keep them from flying off of my head. We end up at someone's house - there are pillars around the pool.

Themes: We Will Never Leave You - Leave No Doubt

this was years ago; i think 2005-ish. I was in my early twenties. I had a string of lucid dreams that were not induced... they just sort of happened. This one was the first and most memorable.

I was in Boston walking past the mouth of the big tunnel. Suddenly a coach bus went by going impossibly fast, careening between the lanes until it lost control and flipped over. When it entered the tunnel- sideways and on its roof- it took out dozens of cars and people (who for some odd reason were standing in the tunnel).

i went into the tunnel to look at the damage, and i saw a whole bunch of people flattened out on the road like pancakes... there was no blood or gore, they were just flattened into ten foot circles. It was then that i realized i was dreaming, and as i looked at them i began to laugh hysterically.... which , of course, woke me up.

Opening Statements
HALLELUJAH!!! HALLELUJAH!!! HALLELUJAH, HALLELUJAH!!!
Huzzah!!! I've made serious headway, and i'm now capable of having lucid dreams!

Legend
Black = Dreaming
Blue = Aware That I'm Dreaming
Green = Lucid

Entry
I was in my neighboors backyard, but i was roughly 8 to 10 years old. I suddenly seemed to be on fire, even though there weren't any flames, so I rolled around on the ground to put it out. When I finally got up, I was back to my original age, and there was cotten and ash spewed all over where I rolled. My mom was now there, and she said I did a good job. I thanked her, but then, I started thinking, "Wait a second... I know how these dreams play out!" and then, I was lucid. I stopped myself from getting excited, looked at my hands and said: "Stabalize Lucidity!", I then noticed my mom was talking about something. I tried numerous times to get her attention, and after about six times she finally stopped talking. "Mom, this is a dream!" I exclaimed. She gasped excitedly and asked what the first thing we should do was. I told her how to stabalize the dream, then thought about other methods of stabalization. That was a big mistake, for as soon as I did that I started to lose grasp on te dream. I was about to use a method for getting it back but I had already woken up.

Ending Comments
Despite the rather dissapointing awakening, this was my first actual lucid, so I'm alright with that. Because I've actually had a lucid now, it's time to set up some goals, so be ready to see them next entry, cheers!

I don't know about anyone else on here but I hate mall dreams.

I was in the mall when some kid who was shoplifting candy from the store told me it was the end of the world or something big was going to happen. He said it was so big that it would hit the whole entire population and we would all be in a frenzy.

I then decided to shoplift some goods 'just in case' because I didn't know what would happen to me.

I remember getting into a cooler and there where energy drinks in there. This kid wanted me to hand him one because there was a limited stock of these in other stores or they were all gone.

Then the dream changed to where I ran into a different section of the mall to go baby shopping. There weren't any people here in a frenzy but on my way there I saw a few people who looked rushed. I was collecting baby things when some girl and her child and some other lady were discussing some event like a birthday party. I then noticed that there were presents wrapped up in the baby section for this birthday party like the event was being held there.

For some reason something hit me to start running and avoiding people to get out of the mall. So I ran. Other people were running too. I was running when I noticed that stores were starting to close and people where panicking to get out in time, some people where trapped and where held hostige in the stores. I didnt know what the heck was happening so I tried to run to the nearest exit but there didn't seem to be one. I ended up going to the lower level of the mall and running down this dark hallway with some people that I pulled along with me into this entrance until I woke up. It was like the dream was moving along with me.

I am writing these down for myself, to try and look for patterns in my dream, when they happen, and ultimately help myself achieve an intentional lucid dream. But i'm happy for people to read them.

This one was a very short dream for me. I was sleeping at my girlfriend's house when this happened, and her bed was also the start of the dream.
I looked out of my girlfriends bedroom window onto the roof of the kitchen where there was a helipad for some reason, and Norris (from corrie) was driving it, so i went out to have a look. I got into the helicopter, i can't remember if there was anyone else in there with us. We flew around the home town, although it looked completely different to real life. At one point we started falling out of the sky, but Norris gained control again. Shortly after we started to fall out of the sky again, except this time, while falling i shouted "wait, this is a dream, this is a dream". As i was saying this i started to slow the falling of the helicopter down, but the world seemed to sort of burst and i woke up before even finishing the sentence.

When i woke i was still halfway through saying the word dream and said it in real life. This is the first time i can remember actually realising i was in a dream and that having any effect on it, maybe after all this time i'm getting the hang of it. Now just to practice not waking up as soon as i realise.

[This is a catchup post. I had this dream on the night of July 18, 2012, but I'm just now getting around to posting it.]

Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm in [or outside - not sure] House #1, and I become aware that I'm dreaming. I think, Hey, cool! This would be a great opportunity to go and achieve that goal! So I take off and start flying, keeping very low to the ground [I don't know why] , following the roads that lead from my house to the nearby park. I make a point of concentrating on the dream world around me, to keep myself in the dream. [I think] There's a moment where I briefly become aware of my body lying in bed, but I forcibly drag my awareness back to the dream and manage to stay in it. [It may have been after this next part, I'm not sure.]

Anyway, I turn up the road that leads to the park, and there it is: the metal, chain-link, curved baseball backstop, the one I've been fantasizing about flying to the top of since I was a little girl. I come to the center of the back of it and start flying up, following its curve, but inexplicably sink back down to the ground. I shrug and decide to just climb the thing instead. It works. I'm up at the top in just a couple of seconds. I stand on top of the baseball backstop, surveying the park and feeling very proud of myself for finally getting to the top of my baseball backstop in a lucid dream.

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Side notes:
Every time I have a lucid dream, I always start my day in a great mood, with the attitude that today is going to be a great day. On the day after I woke up from this particular dream, I finally received and accepted the job offer I'd spent years waiting and hoping for. Does it mean anything? I'm not willing to say yes, but it's interesting.

I keep having dreams of Chelsea. She's cute, short, and has black hair. I don't know exactly why I have a dream about her every 2 weeks. I think it may have to do with the fact that she is the only female that I got to know well and didn't have a 'rough patch' with. Or maybe were soul fiends or something like that, idk.

Anyways, the dream started off in a classroom, in a trailer. I was sitting next to Chelsea at a two-person table. We talked a bit, because the teacher wasn't there. Chelsea got up to grab something and my ex, Stephanie, motioned me to come over and sit at her table. So I did.

I talked to Stephanie a little and her boyfriend saw this, and toke a knee between our chairs. Completely blowing me off, he casually talked to Stephanie;butting me out. That was cool though. It didn't really bother me. I see Chelsea drop off some markers at our desk. She pulls up a chair, puts it against the wall, and sits next to me on it. At this point I'm sensing that Chelsea has a thing for me, and I do for her too.

Then Chelsea's mother comes into the classroom, really pissed off. Apparently someone was making fun of Chelsea earlier or something like that. She treats us all like crap and demands to know where the violator is. I think Chelsea asks her mother to stop. And somewhere along the lines, her mother starts yelling at her. Saying that Chelsea is nothing, just really putting her down.

Her mother finally leaves in her fiery rage. I go up to do something unrelated to her mother. When I come back, I see Chelsea sitting by herself, looking really sad, almost about to cry. So I sit down next to her and hold her. She rests her head on my shoulder. I tell her that she didn't deserve any of what her mother told her. She says something, I say something back. Then Chelsea says," We are the warriors of men."

Apparently she is part of some exotic religion that believes many things, one being that they are supposed to defend humanity. I toke what she said as a we're-supposed-to-do-things-the-hard-way-because-we-are-warriors. So kinda like military school's philosophy on parenting their cadets. Also that this religion is blood (insiders/family) only, similar to Judaism.

We talk a little more, and she gives me looks that suggests she likes me. Without saying it, we know that more and more we want to be together, but she would have to go against her religion to be with me. Because she is only supposed to choose from members of her religion to be with. We don't go into all that though. We leave that for later and get through her current sadness together.

I had a dream while I was taking a REALLY long nap today. I had finally fallen asleep and I was swimming underwater.

It was like I was just swimming and swimming for hours without worrying about harm or anything. It was kind of fun.

But then near the end of the dream I found out I was both watching and in a discovery channel documentary. There was this huge shark fish attacking a boat. I was thinking "Sharks don't do this in general, do they?" and then the guy who was narrating the show said "no, but watch this" he this like nothing was going to happen to the people on the boat. Then what happened was this fish knocked the boat so a human fell out. I was watching this from beneath the ocean floor but all this seemed all very close. The fish then swam up to the person and ate him but it was all blurred out by ocean floor sand. The narrator then closed the show by saying "next up on how in the world did that happen" like that was the name of the show I was watching. I then swam up a little higher and realized there were these fish by plants or coral reefs. I told them to "move!" like they were in the way of some great movie.

Notes: The giant shark fish kinda looked like a shark with a Merlin appearance but still had eager eyes of a shark and it was kinda fat.
Also I have had a lot of ocean dreams before, but this one was one the vivid end of dreams of the ocean.

i was in a house and i cant remember a lot but i kept getting blambed for stuff and this girl i liked started to hate me for that so i got my cousin to write something mean one here bedroom door but she saw me telling him to do it so she got even more mad so i ran to the car and we where going home and right before we lefft my cousin said sorry quinton and i said i cant wait to go home but right then the girl i like said i cant wait for you to wake up and i was like omg what why did she say wake up but then i woke up.

Im being chased by this pysico killer who has tele kenetic powers so im running for my life but im realy good at free running so I im jumping over polls witj ease im.

Im in a parking grage(spelling fail) so I see the stairs leding down I jump down them in mid-air grap them agian and flip over them I keep doing things like this till I jump over a green hill and over a wall that leads too the outside I cross the street still running and climp into a abandon building then cross it then keep running I jump over a fence into some yard and they want me to leave they think ima drug dealer or somthing


So I do and I get to a nother abandon building im starting to think im running in circle and that I might get cought but this building is home to homless kids when they see me they run with me saying the cops are coming we all jump out a window together and fall lots of floors down unharmed we run into the street

I wake up in a hostpital bed surounded by peoole I work with
I freakout beacuse the one after is name is sylar can shape shift and he could be anyone one of them

Last night I had a dream, and I remember the ending of it somewhat well. I was in a very foggy place. The air was white and I don't think I could see the sun because of the thick fog. I could see things close to myself, which was mostly the ground, which was rough natural stone. I think I had somebody with me but I don't remember who. There was a small incline to another area, and I got the feeling that I wasn't supposed to be there, or that people don't usually go there, but I climbed the small craggy slope up like 1.5 meters and went anyway. I had been standing next to a small stream with an intricate worn path in the rock ground. After climbing up, I noticed an arch, sort of like a doorway. I don't remember too much about it, but it was made of several stones and there may have been some foliage as well, and somewhere I saw letters or symbols(I don't recall if they were on the arch or inside or what). I walked around it and looked through from the other direction, and saw a small dark room(I don't remember seeing anything in front of it from the other direction, the arch stood alone I think), with some hanging moss(Spanish moss?) partially obstructing my view. I remember seeing a little bit of the color dark purple, I know that the moss was a dull grey green. Either I or somebody with me said, or I thought to myself, there is a bear inside. It wasn't scary but it was sort of discomforting. I or we kept moving, but I don't remember what else I did or saw in that rocky misty land.

The landscape was kind of like this, but with more fog everywhere. After a google image search, I know that the landscape was much like the highlands of Scotland, with more exposed rock-- but not particularly jagged rock, it was craggy but worn smooth enough to climb and walk on.

I know I don't remember much, but I can't stop thinking about that place. It was really nice.

EDIT: My not-quite-accurate-but-close illustration