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I have never been an insect before in a flying dream. The feeling was incredible.


[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m an employee of the Department of Natural Development, amagical division that is responsible for many of the changes seen in nature. Certainaspects of the natural world do not occur without the aid and assistance ofmagical beings like me. We are capable of becoming the tiniest of people, andthis makes us perfectly suited to our jobs. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I walk through the office to put up my briefcase and grabmy equipment I immediately become lucid and realize that I need to activate myshrinking power before I take off. I walk into a special staging room designedfor transformations and I shrink to insect size. Everything around me becomesthe tallest of towers as my perspective changes. The feeling is almostsickening.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My equipment has also shrunk and I place the safety straparound my body, hooking into the harness and the lock that attaches to my belt.Next to me is a switch and I press it, which allows me to exit the room beforesomeone else comes in, preventing people from being squished.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] I leave the officebuilding and I find myself flying over a crowd of people walking along a busysidewalk. I pass by several very close, feeling a little daring, and a youngman actually swats at me though his slow hand comes nowhere close. As I gainaltitude I’m laughing, both at how good this feels and how awesome it is toevade his swatting hand. He looks annoyed as he talks on his cell phone.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]My little wings are making a buzzing sound, though I knowthey aren’t real wings like those of an insect. They’re manufactured to imitatethe sound of a fly or bee, speeding me to my work. I wear office clothes despite my need toappear like an insect, and the only thing keeping me from being seen is myincredibly small size and super-fast speed. [/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I fly into a grouping of redbuds, or perhaps cherry trees,I’m not sure which. Both trees appear similar in spring, white flowers thatchange colors as the season develops. I am carrying a sprayer, a machine thatappears like a high-powered blower, and my job is to spray the scent onto theflowers. Without me, the trees would have no smell and people wouldn’tappreciate the trees as much. Without me….well…how else would the scent getthere?[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Flitting in and out of the branches is exhilarating, and Ishare the air with bees and butterflies, though neither comes near me fearing thesound of my wings. The vibrations make other creatures stay clear of me, and Iam free to spray the trees without interruption. I think about how cluelessregular people are and what they would think if they knew about the sprayingthat I’m doing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]

Became lucid after Some girl was talking to me about baron. Instantly stabilized. I started out flying. I was a bit shaky at first but started flying better then I ever had before. I fly high *and low. I wanted to say goodbye to the woman so I went to do so. Her boyfriend was there and I did not want to make him jealous. She saw me and said her watch was missing. I instantly spotted it and showed her. She was amazed. I flew away to tell Lara and Leo and it all. I told Leo and he was like are you sure? Super sure? I assured him so. He got super excited and began experimentations. He was slightly ignoring me so I found a twig on the ground and practiced light it on fire. M powers were right on. The more the wanted fire the more fire would glow. I set the twig down and left Leo to do his thing while I went outside. I kept flying and climbing really high. It was so scary but so refreshing. I climbed to the highest point and saw the most amazing view of the world. I noticed the length of the dream several times throughout but never woke up. I saw Lara and a crowd behi d her. She was super famous. She was dreaming that she was the girl with the dragon tattoo. I decide to let her have the good dream and kept going I tried not to look at any woman she they would not entice me to hve sex and possibly wake up. This kept going on for a while until I finally woke.*

Ok, so this was a really weird nights's sleep.

I can't remember going to sleep, but it was some time around 1am. I had not been drnking, and have never done drugs; so it wasn't either of those. It was, however, extremely hot. reams that I can remember, and tonnes of short seconds-long dreams.

So it started with me at some kind of dock late at night, there was a woman in chinease attire (red) and a strong looking guy with typical film-set style fighting gear on. Me and him were fighting; and it became apparent that this man and woman were the bad guys. I had a team of people around my age, late teens, behind me; a girl, a guy with short hair and somebody else. The docks themselves were long and made of stone, but did not extend into the sea very far, there was metal scaffholding and crates and barrels and tarpooling everywhere. I eventually either won, or the guy got away. The girl on our team told me that I had to get into thier lare, as it was strange that I should win (I obviously couldn't have.), and the short-haird guy (who was in a comms-van) agrees, so I am sent into the bad-people's lare. I walk along the dockside and down a slope into a tunnel which leads to the lare. Once inside I find that it's more like a maze of high-up platforms, walkways and gas pipes. I reach a bit where the walkways spiral down a massive shaft, of about 50m in diameter, and some kind of piping system leading down the righthand side. Instead of walking down the pathways, I shimmied down the pipe system. on my way down I reallised that the pipes were covered in spiders (not very nice :/) but I continued anyway. once at the bottom, it became evident that the floor was made of lava or something like that, which explains the heat I thought. At this point I stopped and looked around the walls. I started to notice that there were lots of skectchs pinned to the walls around the pipes (obviously somebody had been down here before), and these sketches were fan-mail or character-sketches of everyone I had seen in this dream. At this point the girl who had been talking to me earlier started talking to me again (she was either on the comms or had followed me, I can't remember). I told her what I could see and she said: "hhmm... but that just doesn't make any sense, what's so important about those?" I told her, rather scared now, that I thought that actually it seems like we were all inside some kind of webcomic, and this is what the creator has drawn/recieved. She started to cry and then everything went fuzzy.

I then woke up in real life (I think, although I'm pretty sure it was real life) to find that I still had my shirt on, which I struggled to take of, then put on the floor beside my bed. Shortly later I drifted into dreams focusing on why I had my shirt on and what if someone had come into my room or perhaps I was drunk, but no, that didn't make sense either because I don't drink. Well perhaps it's just hot. These thoughts swirled around as abstract dreams for what I presume to be about half an hour. At which point I wake up again to realise I still have my pants on (I sleep nude), so this was really quite strange for me. After that I drifted back to sleep.

[The next dream was weird, very weird.]
I was at my computer, playing MineCraft. When I reallise that there is an option I've never seen before; one to make 'structures' generate. I click it to see what happens, then the whole world starts to transform into an ice biome (for those who don't play minecraft, it's a randomly-generated cold area of the game, with hills and such). But this was a strange one, because there was a giant semi-opaqe black cubiod, in which these domes started to be built using leave-blocks, stone and spawning a golden apple in the center. Many of these spawned within the box, at may different sizes. By this time I was actually in the game (to be expected for a dream), and rand for cover as I thought that the generation engine had broken and was going to fill the entire area with stone and leave, so I went and hid under a pile of ice blocks, peering out to the world [apon looking back, I realise that here I may have actually died in the dream, but I din't realise]. I saw a penguin, and then it flashed forward to a later date. I was in a tunnel that was extremely long, but squre with twists; like a mineshaft. I was at the end of this and talking to my brother and step-father. It turns out that the reason for this shaft is to hose a very long set of instructions written on signs for someone to make something. It was some kind of robotic drilling apparatus with a buit in Artificial Intelligence. My brother says he needs something, so we go to the start of the mine (not sure how so quickly, that thing was *huge*). Apon ariving there everyone else goes about thier own buissness [here's where it starts going wierd]. I then go out of the main semi-circular igloo part (description: big, about 30m in diameter, animal-skin rug on the floor, stone furnace at one side, to entrance to cave at the back with a small washing area on the right of that (as if you were looking at it), with an entrance and hat-stand at the opposite side, which lead to a small corridor that ran around the front half of the main igloo with a door about 1m to the left of the main igloo's door that lead to the outside), and see that there are two penguins. That quickly turn into daleks. They're scared and ask me to keep them safe if they'll defend the igloo from the other daleks. This seems like a good idea to me. But looking around that the rest of my family in the igloo, I realsise that they are walking without using thier legs, so must be daleks in disguise. I look at the two dalek-penguins, that tell me to run. I turn and run down the corridoor to a small wooden-door, which I enter. After going throught the door I end up in a small wooden office, with a gas-lamp and meet an old-woman (a proffessor at a university, I think) leaning over some old-looking books. I ask her how she got here, she says to to me that it is I who got into her place, and continues to tell me that theis place makes no sense, and that I must run to get out. I thank her for her words and walk through another door in her office. This door brings me out on about floor 10 of a 50-story 1960s style office-block. I can't go up without entering certian rooms. I enter the first and inside is someone [around here my memory gets bad], how asks me questions and gets me to talk; I ultimatly leave with this peice of paper that is part of the puzzel, and move up a level. This repeats itself about 14 times. I then go to the next door, which I can see through the gap into before I go in. I see a teacher at a black-board and a helper at a desk to the right reading some sort of old books. I walk in and tell them (quite angrly) that I kow that thier going to ask me to answer questions or perform some kind of test to let me get whatever it was I needed to find. The woman (teacher) tells me I should know better than to shout at a teacher, at which point I loose it and tell her that actually, seeing as we're all dead (but this point I'd worked out I was dead and thought that these people were other ghosts) I died after her, and thus was in a time when education was better (her books looked like they were from the 1900s), so I was clever enough, and didn't need her test, then said: "so, where is it that I need?" A little boy of about 11 put his hand up and told me that I needed to take him upstairs. I walked over, took his hand and started walking to the door with him (he seemed happy). The two teachers just looked at me dissapointedly, asking me to take this test or I'd never understand the ways of this realm, when I refused they just looked sad. I eventually took this boy out of the class and back into the '60s sky-scraper. At which piont he said that I had completed the final challange and was free (or something like that, he seemed happy). I walked off and saw a door that I thought was the exit. I walked through it and out onto the street, where there were other people. It was at this point that a large grinder-support fell on me and killed me again. As I was drifting into darkness someone told me that I was dreaming. "darn." I thought, then woke up.

non-lucid novella of a dream. I'm walking along the edges of these randomly spaced pools of water. I have a memory of having been under water with Great White Sharks, all I saw red, so I kept my eyes close.

I suddenly notice fins in these pools of water. In each oddly shaped pool, there is a GW Shark. They have red mouths. One in particular, maintains eye contact as I walk along his pool. He swam to the edge and started to come out of the pool. As he was coming out he turned into a man and said 'Hi, what's your name?" I told him and somehow he led me away from the pools and we were suddenly in my neighborhood in Los Angeles. There was some back and forth banter about who we are and what we do. He was caught off the coast of Carolina for harassing surfers. He would snout their surf boards. I said I would find that terrorizing. He just thought it was a funny joke.

I asked him what he would like to do next. He said just enjoy your typical day. So we drove down Sunset, saw the sites, hung out and talked. We ended up at Mel's Diner for some burgers and shakes. By this point he was holding my hand - not really in a sexual way, but in an acceptance of a friendship kind of way. He told me that he appreciated me showing him my world and he has had one of his best days.

So now he wants to do something for me. "Well, what did you have in mind?" His reply . . ." Let's go swimming" My heart dropped to my stomach and I stopped in my tracks. I felt tricked. Truthfully, I regret not going.

Very short memory of this non-lucid dream. Riding in the passenger seat of a car with my mother driving. There is a man with a parachute that didn't open falling out of the sky and he slams face first into the rocky wall. I demanded my mother pull over to help. She didn't. Argument about stopping. I really wanted to help, but couldn't. Deep sadness.

Black means non lucid
Orange means semi lucid
Blue means lucid
Red means dream characters talking
Purple means possible shared dreaming person
Green means notes


Got it? Great! Now enjoy reading my dreams.



Dream #1 The Golden Oracle.

Spoiler for Theme Of The Dream:

Im walking down a dirt rocky trail like the one in the picture. I see two huge statues, and begin walking closer towards them stopping right at the middle. The one on the left says to me...

"Is your heart as pure as gold?"

"Well i am certainly not perfect, but i would say so yes."

"You can pass on one condition."

"Yea what is it?"

"You must glow the colour gold before passing thru here."



"Uh...glow gold uh?"

I start trying to focus my mind on glowing the colour gold and end up just feeling my vibrational energy.

"I can't do it on command though!"

(One on the right talking)

"Then you cannot pass thru here. Only the one who's heart is pure and full of gold."

I start thinking hard about how i am able to pass thru the middle i try to walk closer, but they warn me that i will most certainly perish if i do so.
I try and focus my energy again on glowing gold, still nothing. I finally ask them where is this place located, and how can i return here?

(They both say)

"We are where you are. In the alternate world that you have created for us."

Wait a minute...it hits me, and i realize that this is a dream. I start glowing gold and tell them i am the master of this world!



I tell them..

"Whoever wishes to fight me, must be at the highest level of their being. And their aura must be full of gold. Let no man or woman pass thru here, unless those requirments are met."

(Both of them talking)




"As you wish Master."

I walk thru and feel the dream closing in on me and i wake up.



4:30 - 4:45 am. Did plenty of subconscious training, and went back to sleep.



Dream #2 Me and Littlezoe arranging our next meeting.

Im walking thru a huge forest just like the one in the picture. You can hear birds chirping and singing, and even certain animals in the forest too. I hear someone whistling in the distance, i look around but see no one. All of a sudden i spot a girl who looked to be in her late teens or early twenties. She was sitting atop a tall tree, on a branch. She seem familiar, but i still can't quite make her out. Her eyes were colourful and brown from the sun, She had long jet black hair, and fair complexioned. She wore a Blue short sleeve t shirt, and some black pants with some white sneakers.

I begin asking her why she is whistling, she says to me..

"Im trying to call the hawk to me."

"Hmm, the hawk uh? Certainly the hawk must be your guide if you are seeking for him or her."

We begin talking more about animals, and spiritual stuff. We start jumping around thru the trees, leaping higher and higher in the air. I become lucid, and notice that...its Littlezoe!

I tell her does she know how to shapeshift yet, and we both jump down from the trees, and start running. I feel myself shapeshifting into a wolf, i noticed that Zoe shapeshifted into a wolf too. We start running thru the huge forest leaping thru bushes and just chasing eachother thru the huge forest. We end up back at this house, and are seated in a room.

We start talking about our next meeting and how we plan on finding Lucy together.
The dream fades and i wake up.

First LD night in a long time. I guess this was the reason I had so many vivid dreams.

So I finally got to meet the big monster – sleep paralysis. Everyone’s been warning me about it and I kept laughing and saying there’s no such thing. Well, woke up at 5 for a WILD, you know the drill… Spent like half an hour motionlessly in bed, it wasn’t really pleasant cause I was in-between worlds, and wasn’t quite sure if this was a dream, let alone a lucid one…

All of a sudden a horrifying noise pours over me – I wasn’t sure if it was an earthquake, flooding water, a gate slamming or a coffin closing. Then I felt something covering me, like a blanket (or even earth?) – I was positive my roommate was in the room covering me with a blanket. It felt like being buried alive, literally. Psycho. And it was so real. But it was a really interesting experience, I would do it again!

Anyway, I was able to turn on the other side and the fun began. Almost all of my LDs are WILDs, so I looooove the moment I am finally in the dream world – the moment I look at my hands and the world around me and I’m sooo happy: I’m there! I’m finally there!

1. I’m in a park or something. I see a bar near the park and I go in. People on the stairs look at me as if I’m not allowed to enter but I’m able to control them with my hands – I make a magical gesture and they let me in. I pick a blond guy on the stairs, make a gesture and he comes with me. (He wasn’t even my type, really weird.) I’m holding his hand and the rest of my body is floating in the air like a balloon he’s holding. We make out, I wake up in the middle of it, haha, figures.

I loved this one:

2. I’m in the street in front of my house. The atmosphere is haunting, yet beautiful and peaceful. It’s been raining, everything is wet, the trees have an emerald glow, the sunlight is really warm, almost sepia, and gives the dream a retro feel. There is an old lady next to me and I’m positive she’s a dream guide. I ask her about her name, she says something like Nevi…

A boy is jumping around, trying to talk to me but I want to talk to my dream guide. She points to my house which looks really old and deserted. The windows in the brick wall are broken. I see a white bride in one of the windows – her hair is in a really tight bun. She is beautiful.

She starts stretching her hands and her whole body out the window and starts crawling like a spider on the red brick wall. Then I look at the other two windows and I see some album covers which come to life and start crawling on the wall too.

None of this scares me, I find it fascinating and keep saying to myself: This is just like a Lynch movie, oh my God, this is so Lynch!

Then I saw lots of bicycles right next to us on the street and asked the lady if she wanted to take a ride. She said OK and all three of us – me, her and the boy got on the bicycles. I tried to pedal but I couldn’t, but was able to ride effortlessly without pedaling.

3. I’m at a fruit and vegetable market, and I want to buy some cherries. However, they don’t look ripe enough to me, and I try to make a magic spell to make them darker. I couldn’t do it but the cherries turned into cherry-formed strawberries.

All of a sudden Sri Sri Ravi Shankar (a spiritual teacher) appears and starts giving out orders because all the food has to be donated to the poor. I keep trying to transform the cherries when the place transforms into a kitchen and a heroin chic girl walks in. She has a hole in her shirt and kind of runs her hand under the shirt and into the hole, so that it appears in front of her face.
I find this really sexy so I start undressing her. I notice she’s incredibly skinny, almost anorexic. She has a big black tattoo on her tummy – 5 rows of text in hieroglyphs. And, as usual, I wake up.

4. It’s just a dream fragment – a deaf and blind girl was singing in front of a choir – her voice was beautiful, and I was amazed how a deaf girl can sing like that.

5. I think I had a musical dream – I kept hearing this crazy composition with Sting’s voice and Bulgarian female choirs, it was amazing but for the life of me I can’t remember it.

6. The last dream was not lucid – I called a friend of mine and told him about the bride dream – it was a really vivid and detailed description, haha, almost the same as the one I just wrote. I basically wrote it in my dream.

Friday 5/19/12 Bed 1am GM4, Ch600, GPC300 at 5:17am
WBTB 5;17 - 5:30
WILD at 7:45am, 20 min long
First 10 min my dream has a SOUNDTRACK. Some great song, I'm happy. Occasionally, I hear a radio stations call sign with their jingle - it's RADIO TEXAS. rofl
Starts with a flyby over a field that looks like gets lots of rain, or fog, because the ground covered by woodchips is pretty wet. People are walking away. I walk with them. Lady in her 30-40', short blond hair, pleasant smile turns to me.[Now I think, this was the actual entry point - I said "I am there"] This place repeats itself later on which makes me as a question in the dream, if this is maybe one of my past lives.
My flight continues through a hallway. I look down and before I see them, I think there is a funeral procession and what do you know. That's what walks through the door right beneath me. [I have noticed this in other dreams also - sometimes things happen, only because I think it will happen. It's good to keep it in mind]
When I see this, I panic and loose all my powers (not that I had any before, but now I know, that I don't have any). I try to desperately go through the wall, but all I can do is claw on it and climb.
I come to the playground and decide to liberate a lunch box from top of the pole, that some bullies hung up there.
There is a lady pushing a disabled child in a stroller up the stairs, I help her.
Change of dreamscape>>
Now I'm in a city in daytime. There are tall buildings in a distance, I'm on some kind of a city square or park. There is a booth with a lady and some kids. I stop by and ask why is a girl crying. I learn, that she is about to get punished. I plead with the lady not to do that and finally offer to take girl's punishment on me. A guy is practicing with long and skinny stick.
I keep walking/flying by a huge, beautiful black, shiny, like from glass made building. There are some fighter jets nearby and I decide I can't pass up this opportunity and climb into one of them. I realize I won't be able to fly it, so I just drive on the road. heh
I drive back towards where I came from. There is a replica of Earth hanging in the skies, that looks like a school project of a 5th grader. I see continents and decide this is a great way to visit Africa.
Just before the fighter jets I stabilized by looking at my hands for a long time. At some point I tried to throw fireballs, no success. Also tried SSILD that night.

This was a very interesting dream. I was suddenly convinced during the dream that my whole life was a reincarnation of a previous self. I suddenly became aware of what felt like whole years of childhood memory's that were altered from my own, then years of teenaged memory's, I was fascinated by these memory's. Then I saw a death, I had died. I then started seeing my own childhood memory's into adulthood. It was as tho I lived twice during the dream it's self, the dream felt quite too long for a dream, sense of time during dreams can be quite altered in the right mind state. It was absolutely mind blowing and beyond deep. Wish I was better at going into details this paragraph does not do this dream justice.

Had the nuttiest dreams last night. 2 Fragments and 2 full dreams:

Fragments:
1. Gypsies (I watched an American Gypsy marathon so that explains why my first dream was about them).
2. A girl in a car (think this has to do with helping my mom purchase a new car).

Full Dream:
1. I was some kind of assistant to a woman of wealth in Paris. There were lots of shops and ornate buildings around. I had to take my bosses dog to the vet but it (the dog) was cold and wanted its mommy.

Another assistant convinced me to tell everyone our bosses were in meetings so we could enjoy an extended lunch break.

2. Some guy was really sick...possibly dying. He wanted to smell the clean shaven wrist of Whitney Houston before he died or passed out. I didn't see WH but there was a detached silky smooth scented wrist for him to inhale at the end of the dream.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

This was my second lucid, it was short, but MUCH longer than the last. It lasted about 15-20 seconds and my first lasted only about 8 seconds .

I was in a house, similar to my aunt's house, but it felt abandoned and a little broken. I suddenly had the urge to perform a reality check, and so I did. I looked at my hands and my fingers were all crooked and deformed. I quickly became lucid and rubbed my hands together to keep the dream from slipping away and then looked around a bit. I then felt as if I needed to find my dream guide, so I shouted "Dream guide, are you there?" but there was no response. I even felt a little scared incase something jumped out and me, I was so paranoid, I forgot to stabelise the dream and it slipped away from me.

That is all for this dream, it was a good experience but I wish I could have done more. I have no idea why I decided to find a dream guide, maybe for advice?

I was with a friend B. She had a long, yellow car. Dark hair, but she had freckles on her chest. I saw the sides of her breast coming out of her tank top.

Then I was hugging a girlfriend of hers, I. She also had long, dark hair, but it was died. She was very pretty. We hugged.

It was a very nice dream.

This dream ranks among the most detailed dreams I've had, especially the lucid moments playing with the water. I've left out plenty of descriptive details that I just don't have enough time for, but I've tried to preserve the scenes and imagery. The color blue is still pervasive. This is a long dream.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The scene takes place in the house I grew up in, a houselocated atop a tree-covered ridge with a row of back windows that face west. Iloved that house and especially that yard, but in this dream the house issuddenly located in Canada. I’ve never actually been to Canada but it must haveseemed like a good place to be for a dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A storm is coming, a sight not unusual for west-facingwindows, but this one is particularly large. The winds of the storm areswirling like a hurricane, or perhaps oversized tornado, and have a blue tintto many of the swirls. I connect this to ice and a severe storm, as well asthoughts of being in Canada. Despite this some part of me knows this storm isimpossible, whether I’m in Canada or not.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Something tells me that I need to be on the lookout for apair of kids with broken arms, injuries recently sustained while escaping thestorm possibly. I don’t remember a phone call or message but somehow I justknow. As I think about them the stormsuddenly throws out several bolts of lightning indicating it is close enough toreally be a potential threat very soon.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I suddenly turn to the room I’m in, occupied by a couple ofother people, and say, “Why haven’t we taken the kids to the hospital yet?!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk from the room and outside to the car, a cross betweenmy SUV, a car, and some kind of large toy. Driving the vehicle is an actualchallenge as it seems to be solely operated by the steering wheel. I swerve allover the road and as I reach the end of the block I’m lucky to make the turnwithout crashing into the rock wall that lines the outer edge of one person’sproperty. What’s especially weird is that I’m I Canada yet my childhoodneighborhood is perfectly preserved in my mind, right down to the dust on theroad at the corner.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The lighting of the scene is that of early morning, and Idecide it must be six A.M. I’m approaching an intersection with a cross-streetand I have to stop, though my vehicle is very slow to respond. Ahead of meseveral children are approaching the intersection from the side and one is evencrossing with his bike right in front of me, prompting me to slam on the brake.The car slows with a frightening lag and I become scared I’m going to hit theyoung boy on his way to the bus stop, but as the motion ceases I get mad andwonder why in hell he would be going to school at six in the morning.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]On the cross-street a grey cube-car, initially headedtowards the same intersection, abruptly turns around and heads back the way itcame. This seems suspicious to me, and I turn to follow it. I have to stopshort as the car is moving at a very slow speed, and my suspicions disappear asmy displeasure with their speed rises. I have kids to get to the hospital afterall.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In front of the slow cube-car is another vehicle goingequally slow, and I can’t wait any longer. I zoom around both cars as weapproach a bend in the road, and as I am about to move back over into the laneI am brought face-to-face with an oncoming car. I swerve violently and my carmoves out of the way of the approaching vehicle, but I overcompensate andswerve back across the road after they pass. This time luck has deserted me andI crash into the curb, running into the grass of a house I visited as a teen.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After standing there with my hands on my hips for a fewminutes just staring at the wrecked car I decide to head back to the hotel. Iskip over the return trip and find myself already experiencing the luxury ofthe hotel I’m booked in for a conference I’m attending, and still in Canada. Myfriends are waiting on me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the hotel room the atmosphere is quite sedate compared tomy earlier location. The room is spacious, with white walls and curtains andseems large enough for a dozen people or more to share. I seem to be on somekind of tour, and I’ve been led into the spacious and relaxing bathroom. Awoman is taking a bath but she gets up as we enter, allowing me to see the trueluxury of this hotel.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The bath itself is situated like a mountain stream. Thebather sits in a slanted trough with a rest at their back containing the watercontrols. Their body below mid-thigh rests on a slope with polished river rocksforming the bottom of the tub, the water diffusing down through the rockssomewhere near the end of the tub instead of a traditional drain. The rate ofthe water going out of the tub is the same as the water coming in, and thisallows the water to fill the tub and seem to remain still without appearinglike it is in constant motion.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I bring my face closer to the water surface and the termartesian well enters my mind. This is the true luxury of this hotel, wellbeyond any of the other amenities, and I can’t wait to bathe in it. The view ofthe water brings me to lucidity and I spend the next several minutes simplystaring at the water and the rocks below, watching light shimmer and reflectalong the bottom of the tub. Few sights have ever brought me as much pleasureas watching a flowing stream, something I associate with the Pisces in me. Idip my hands in the water and watch as the ripples trail from my fingers, adazzle of light that is truly captivating. The water was warm when I enteredthe room but as I play in it the water becomes cool and clear, just the way Iwant it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The room is open to the west, and oddly I never see anyglass. The sun is low in the western sky and the pretty colors are starting tocome out, something you can only truly appreciate from a high vantage pointlike the hill this hotel sits on. It’s this view that puts the finishing touchon the luxury of this bathroom.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stand and walk back into the main part of the hotel room.I see a couple of my friends but something is nagging at the back of my mind.With a puzzled look on my face I say, “Where are those kids?” No one sitting inthe room seems to know but they start getting up to look for them as thoughthey were lost keys hidden in the room. I turn to the curtains behind me andpart them, revealing a sliding glass door which leads to an interior patio usedfor seating and watching the outside without having to experience the heat orcold. Here I find the boys, lying on sleeping bags, and apparently their brokenarms have been taken care of with casts, though they still look severelyinjured.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Some movement catches my eye in the darkened room and as myfocus adjusts I see a pair of raccoons has invaded the room through the openexternal patio door. They appear to be digging for snacks the boys have left aroundin the room, the remainders of a night of recovery from their injuries. Myentrance has startled them, and a third raccoon on the external patio isalready scurrying away.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The raccoons run through the open door and I give chase.From the patio-deck they jump onto a low roof and around the corner of thehotel. It appears dark outside but as I come around the corner I see it is justa deep shadow created by the setting sun. The trio of raccoons has become afamily, and they scurry along the roof to the edge of the building where theyjump to an outcropping of rock. Limestone hills surround the hotel and leadtowards a small meadow at the edge of the property. The raccoons run throughthis meadow and jump off a cliff to some nearby trees. It looks dangerous and Iwonder if they sustain injury doing this, but they seem to reach the bottomjust fine. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My attention turns to the view of the sunset, fading colorslike fire dying in the sky. It’s a beautiful scene, and I wish I could linger,but I really need to get back to the hotel room, and in particular I need toget off the roof before it gets dark. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Climbing out onto the roof had been easy, a mere walk/runonto the gently sloped surface. Going back was not so smooth. I watched myfriend who I don’t remember being on the roof at all climb from the level I’mstanding on to a higher level that leads back to the room. The other roof isabout five feet above where I am and I don’t feel confident that I can make it,especially with the spiny cactus that has slid into place right in my path. Iknow I’m going to have to hold onto this cactus to get up but the tiny spinesare too difficult to grab onto comfortably, and I give up. I decide the bestcourse of action is to jump down to the ground floor below.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I land in the back of the building, a parking lot/loadingarea for the hotel’s restaurant. Immediately a Greek man walks up to me andasks me if I want to order breakfast. I feel a little surprised at hisforwardness, having never ordered breakfast from the loading area before. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Well, I am hungry…” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Before I have even had a chance to talk about what I wouldlike to eat the man is calling out to someone to prepare another breakfast itemfor me. I have to hastily stop him before he can complete the sentence.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Hold on. I don’t even know if I’m going to like what it is.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He leads me further into the kitchen loading area where foodis stacked on high wheeled carts and shelves. His breakfast offering islikewise filling shelves on a cart, and it looks a little greener than Iusually care for in a breakfast item. The appearance is something like a smalltomato cake with jalapeno seeds and cabbage, a description that defiesimagination but seems to be very Greek in appearance. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Can I try it?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]He won’t give me a whole one to try but instead hands me asmall piece of the green leafy substance that surrounds the outer part of the Greekcake wheel. It’s bitter and creamy for aleaf, an unusual combination that he seems enthralled with but I just don’tcare for it. I thank him and walk back to the room, still hungry but happy Ididn’t let him push his odd food on me.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the room I sit down on the bed. My friends have left theroom to enjoy the night, and I’m alone with only the glow of a couple lamps tokeep me company. A few feet away a fax machine sits on a small table and it isspewing out a rather long document. I assume it’s printing out a message fromDream Views and I ignore it at first, walking over to sit at the nearby writingtable to do a little work. When I look again at the fax a moment later Irealize it’s printing out my entire address book of contacts, including privateinformation that I have notated with each name. I can only presume this wasgenerated by a computer error and I feel glad I was in the room when thishappened. If I had been out enjoying myself still I would have missed the printand sensitive information would have fallen into the wrong hands. I’m onlystaying in the hotel for one night and if this had occurred the next nightanother guest would have found this treasure-trove of a document.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I continue writing at the desk for a minute or two and whenI’m finished I sit back down on the bed. Since no one is around this seems likea good time to touch myself, and I slip down my shorts to my ankles. It doesn’ttake me long to get lost in the activity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’ve had my eyes closed while I enjoy myself, ignoring mysurroundings, but when I open my eyes I see that the deckchairs outside thewindow which I presumed were unoccupied actually had people lying on them. Ihad not been able to see the people because the backs of the chairs faced thewindow, and now I’m sitting here on the bed touching myself and completelyvisible. Even worse, one of the people is standing and I recognize him.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Aagghh!!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I utter a small scream and duck down behind the bed. In fullview of me and my self-pleasure is the hotel manager, standing next to one ofthe deck chairs and talking to a woman. He is dressed casually, a whitebutton-down loosely flowing in the breeze over a wife-beater t-shirt. He’s abalding man, likely in his fifties, with beady eyes and glasses that tend topeer down over his slight belly. The woman with him is clearly not his wife.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m doing my best to become invisible behind the bed, evengoing so far as to hold up a small towel over my face. My legs seem to besticking out past the end of the bed and I can’t pull them up any closer. Ipeek out from behind my rag as one of the staff members comes up to the man andtalks with him in a hurried manner. I’m pretty sure the man has seen me,judging by the look on his face and his continuous peeking in my direction. Ican’t tell what they’re actually saying but it is enough to draw the manageraway from his date. I feel that he told the staff member that he saw me and he’sunhappy about it, while the staff member probably said if he knows what’s goodfor him he’ll forget he saw me because I could expose him and his mistress tohis wife.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Whatever is said the man leaves without confronting me and Ican finally get up. My friends are sitting nearby on different beds and two ofthem are laughing at me and the situation, knowing I almost got caught twice.Thankfully I have escaped the uncomfortable events and all seems well.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I liked this dream despite a few strange elements. It's the first dream I've ever had where I purposefully chose my gender during the dream, one of the best transformations ever!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The school day has started and I am walking the halls asthough a student, a backpack slung over my shoulder. I feel like a spy, oragent of some police force sent to figure out who is selling drugs or testscores, though nothing I see or do suggests this. It’s just a feeling.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head down a set of stairs to my classroom, and the area iscluttered with people standing outside the door. It seems class isn’t open yet,and the bustle of people around me is causing quite a jam, spilling onto thestairs as well. Looking over at some of the people coming down the stairs Irealize they all have their blue books, ready to head to their class. I don’thave a blue book, or perhaps my teacher doesn’t use them, but I really feel Ishould have one of the blue books.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As we stand there it becomes clear that some other teacherhas left the campus for some unknown reason, and their students were sent to myclass as there was no other place to send them. I can’t imagine what it is thatwould drive a teacher to leave so abruptly and cause their class to have tocombine with another. It must have been serious.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We finally are let into the classroom and allowed to findseats as best we can. Standing there I feel a little anxious about not having myblue book, a feeling of confusion that we should have them but no one in sightexcept for the other class has brought them. I sit down at a desk with my backto the wall, the open doorway to my right and beyond the girl sitting next tome. People in the class start pairing up and sharing their blue books, and Ilook around to see if anyone is near me that will share. The girl sitting nextto me (on the right) is cute and she smiles at me before bumping her deskcloser to mine. A book is open on her desk and it’s clear she means to let mesee it also but I don’t believe it is the blue book we’re supposed to have.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]In the row in front of me and diagonally to my right isanother cute girl, and she doesn’t mind sharing her book with me. She’s not as sexy-cute as thefirst girl but still very pretty, and her willingness to help me out is atremendous relief. At the front of the class a video is showing, displayed onan older tube-style TV on a stand. Not many people seem to be paying attentionto it and I find I am distracted by the girl before me, more so as she reachesback to me and we hold hands on a blanket that has appeared between us. I feelgrateful the teacher can not see us holding hands below the folds of the lumpyblanket.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The teacher has to leave class for a few minutes, presumablyto use the bathroom, and oddly he puts on his sport coat, a brownish tweedjacket that is a relic from years past. He hands me the remote for the TV and Ipresume it is because I am the oldest, and likely the most responsible, in theclass. It’s long and similar to the remote for my Sony TV so I feel comfortablebeing in control of the video, and I think he knew this. He walks out and thedoor shuts behind him.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]With the door shut and the teacher gone, the paired upcouples in the classroom begin making out. It’s rather surprising for aclassroom that so many people would be able to hook up so quickly, though I’mnot opposed to the behavior. To enhance the mood someone changes the TV programto a pornographic movie though it doesn’t seem to encourage people to watch theTV. The girl I had been holding hands with has gotten up from her seat and hasmoved closer to the TV stand so she has room to smoke her bong. I’m impressedthat she has been able to get a bong into school, and I observe her take in arather large hit of smoke.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]My friend Pearce has also been smoking weed and he seems tobe talking to me about the experience, though I’m barely listening. He hasbecome super-high, he tells me, and he definitely prefers this effect over theeffects of Ecstasy. This prompts me to reach into my backpack and pull out astring of blue pills, similar to a candy necklace, and I break one off and popit into my mouth. I hold the string upto his view and say, “I much prefer Ecstasy to weed.” I then lower the stringinto a film canister, placing a few coins on top to keep the pills from pryingeyes should I ever be investigated.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking around a couple desks and up to the front of theclass by the TV I reach my hand out to the girl I had been holding hands with.She extends her hand and shakes mine. “I never got to properly meet youearlier.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m Cat.” Her hand is soft.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At this moment I become completely lucid and debate how I shouldanswer her. I could go female or male, and during this time my appearance seemsto take on a fluid appearance, a shifting of colors and swirls that I can seealong my arms and legs. Guessing her to be more attracted to males and unlikelyto be a lesbian I decide to go with male and my form immediately solidifies.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m Charles.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My clothes have changed, and I’m wearing a light-blue denimshirt. I can feel a goatee on my face and my hair is now short. It’s a weirdfeeling being in this body but it seems to suit the situation better. I feelmore confident that she and I will make out soon.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Sniffing the air I have a moment of clarity and realize weneed to clear out the pot smoke from the room. I start looking around for some other source of smell, something worthyof opening a window. Behind me is an open doorway leading into a small bathroomand a rather homely-looking boy is sitting on the toilet. My gaze is returnedby a smile filled with braces gone wild, and a slight wave. In my mind Iidentify him as Dumpy-Humphrey, mainly because of his similarity to a boy Iwent to school with. [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]The pooping boy is a good start but I know we will needsomething more. I really need something stronger, something everyone hates.With a burst of courage and a lack of shame I shout to the class, “I need agirl to throw up!” I request a girlbecause they’re more likely to be acquainted with sticking their finger down their throat and puking.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Thankfully one of the girls obliges and makes a nice spot inthe corner. Good. I explain to the other girl I thought was cute; “We couldopen up a window now because of the smell, to air things out and not besuspicious.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Knowing the teacher is likely returning any second I take aquick look around the room. The TV is still on and the people on the screenseem awfully familiar, and look suspiciously like the people in the porn movieThe Room which Adult Swim likes to air on April Fool’s Day. Oh my God, I think,is the TV still showing PORN??!! No, it’sokay, I realize it’s just the show from earlier and someone has kindly switchedit back from the adult movie during the time I was looking for someone to throwup. All is well.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I had this lucid and it was one of the most incredible and thought-provoking experiences. I hope I do this again.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m aware as I slip into sleep, and I find myself lying on abook in the middle of a magical landscape. The walls of the room are gone and theworld I’m in is nothing like anything I’ve encountered before. Here anything ispossible, and my scene is so fluid that some objects do not even have shape.Those that do have form do not resemble structures or objects that I’m familiarwith, and I find myself staring at what’s around me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Beneath the book I’m lying on there is no visible ground.The light seems to come from every direction, and is a shade of red I’m not normallyacquainted with. The light seems to fill not only the scene but also be part ofmany of the objects I see. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I look around and become aware of what’s around me I havemoments of clarity, and each moment corresponds to a different wave of energypassing over me and through all the objects within my view. As each wave hitsthe objects it causes changes in their levels of illumination, each becomingbriefly brighter as though charged with power. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Behind my back and also on the book is a four-foot highblock, though it might be part of the book itself. It occasionally pokes me inthe back, and it’s hot. I briefly become aware that my daughter is kicking mein my back in real life, but in the dream this is represented by the spikyshape poking me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]As the waves of energy pass over I realize they are waves ofthought, stemming from my occasional awareness of the real world, and as thewaves strike the objects they not only light up but resonate. Everything vibrates,and the frequency is different depending on whether the object is good or evil.Good objects are filled with a brighter form of illumination, like an internalwhite light. All evil objects become dark from within and have shades of blackmixed in with the red. Their resonance is similarly affected, though this isharder to describe. The whole scenegives me some anxiety, though it could also stem from the shape poking me inthe back.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]As I shift back and forth between sleep and a hazy awarenessof the real world I discover I can move objects into and out of the dream. Theonly objects around me are my stuffed dog and my pillow. Feeling safer with mypillow’s bigger size, I bring it into the dream. It’s a lot comfier than thebook and it helps shield me from the sharp pokes I’m still getting in the back. It shines with a white glow and itssubstance pulsates with a pattern of light wholly different than everythingelse I can see. It’s softer, too.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I feel like I’m about to come to some conclusion about thenature of objects in the universe, and how they relate to conscious thought,but then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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