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Spoiler for This is a lot of st00fs:

This is something that's been really irritating me lately. With the billions of people in this world, it's so easily to be saturated with the thought that people now have a greater chance of being "disposable."

Dream characters. People with a practical sense of lucid dreaming, they believe they represent some element of themselves, some kind insecurity, weakness, strength, stereotype, ideal figure, etc. They want to believe their subconscious is other collaborating with the unconscious mind to create an experience that seems meaningful, or that dreams are only just random processing in our brain.

Then you have the people who are subjective, they believe dream characters can be several stages of a certain person, that they have more meaning, that the subconscious isn't trying to collaborate with the unconscious to create a random experience.

These people introducing abstract reasoning rather than logical and practical means and methods clearly get the most out of lucid dreaming.

Think about it, do people who believe in practical senses would be able to take the burden of possibly experiencing things that may cause a huge shift in what they believe is reality or an illusion?

Are people this weak in being open to many possibilities? Are people this weak to rely on preconceptions of life to sustain a decent reality?

Your reality may not be the same as other people, and yet, there's always a universal medium for people to agree upon. Excluding common sense with biological processes such as sustainability of genes being passed on to the future, protecting family members, etc., I feel these people who utilize practical competence with lucid dreaming can only go so far.

People with subjectivity, they have greater potential, it grows more and more they start to believe in more and more possibilities, they don't constrain themselves.

They don't weaken their potential, they seek to improve it as much as possible. Of course, one does have to have some sense of this reality, even if it may be broken into several pieces, but as long as it keeps them alive, they're okay with it....right?

Body and soul, being trapped in this mortal body, trying to find inner peace in a body that will soon rot and become part of this Earth, and who knows what happens to our soul, if we even have one.

People say they have a good grasp about reality, but is it because you're just preventing yourself from accepting the possibility that you could be nothing?

Instead of using "people say" as a horrible means to create some merit here, let's shift it around a bit. If dreaming can be fulfilling and fun as long as you know how to moderate it, what if it starts to become too much?

What if you start to moderate it more? What if you start to limit that potential to where your dreams start to become boring, and recalling them becomes a chore?

What if you can't get the feelings of excitement and passion anymore? What if you think that dreaming more might make you try to escape waking life?

Is waking life really all it seems to be? We have obligations, liabilities that must be sustained, otherwise, it can jeopardize the lives of those who consider us important....those who are dear to us deserve the right to live life as much as they can before they die...right?

And when a person tries to accomplish a goal in their dreams, like finding a dream guide, because who wouldn't want to feel the added security that there's a part of yourself, the subconscious, that you can interact with.

This is if you believe dream guides of course. If not, then just don't believe it.

Dream guides, there's so much about them, there's so many meanings to them.

In the practical sense, the most reliable and logical and reasonable sense, they are just there to help you with anything related to the dreams, and if it's the subjective sense, they could possibly help you find your spirit guide, astral guide, guides beyond what we think are there.

It would be nice to have that added sense of security when you can know that when you dream, someone is there to be with you, to make sure that you don't feel alone right?

You want to respect that person, to have fantasies with them, to do things that aren't acceptable to society, at least in a moral and "pure" manner.

Now when someone mocks the other person and their belief with dream guides, and declare that it's just nonsense, without realizing that they are in fact praising other people finding their own dream guide....it's just hypocrisy at it's finest.

There have been many events of people finding their dream guide, and most of the time, it's finding that added security....the desire that could not be achieve in waking life that turns into pain as result, it's finally out there, the potential for it to be slowly eradicated....it's there.

These people deserve that, everyone does. But again, people;s outlook on dream guides and people finding their own depends on the bias and what they know about the person looking for them beforehand....it's clearly obvious based on me pretending to look like the idiot towards some people.

Funny how pretending to be stupid can really bring out the negatives out of other people.

There are some people who respect someone more for finding their dream guide/spirit guide/astral guide/ whatever the hell you want to fucking call it to make you feel good inside.

There are some people who hate a person more for finding their dream guide/spirit guide/astral guide/etc.

Do you see what's wrong with that logic? The latter either has a very ignorant view that prevents them from understanding, especially if they themselves are looking for their own guides, someone they can have a bond with, (again this is only if you believe in dream guides)....and for other people, it's time for them to mock them for trying to find their dream guide.

It's hypocrisy, all humans have to utilize hypocrisy, it's very hard to avoid it. And those who do avoid using it have shallow lives. They don't know what it's like to have a few scars....a few painful events...things that make them stronger.

Now tell me, when these people who try to find their dream guide make fun of people trying to find their own, is it really logical to do that? It doesn't really make sense to do that to people?

If the person's endeavors isn't hurting anything, if it's not affecting the lives of others, should it really be something for people to bitch about and make fun of?

Is it because the people mocking a person's endeavors proof that they have troubled minds, and are insecure with their own beliefs? Is it because a person is trying to experiment with so many ideologies that makes them look crazy?

Sometimes I wonder if people on this forum really think about this. I've seen a growing number of people believing that finding our dream guide is absolute nonsense, and that it's just all an illusion, that it's a fabrication, that we're stupid and and crazy to try and do that.

It's as if they're on this forum to mock dreamers, and ignore the fact that they could be experiencing these things as well. It really irritates me seeing these people.

I mean, you have your own beliefs, stick with them, don't let anyone try to make you change it too much unless you know it's for you own benefit, because there's no point in living if you're being swayed into people schemata of life and dreaming constantly.

It's cute and acceptable to do that when you're a child, because you have no direction in this life, because you have to rely on your family, or some kind of adult figure to sustain the potential that you have in succeeding and surviving.

But clearly, as people grow older, the more ignorant they are sometimes. Sometimes I feel that when people disagree with the potential for dream guides, and the potential that everyone deserves to find their own happiness, they just want a person to be deprived of that.

They laugh at the things they want to do with their dream guides, they mock at them for trying to use them as a sublimation of the pain in waking life that prevented them from being happy.

As long as the person is happy, as long as no one else is being hurt or affected, what is the use to mock with the potential of dream guides?

As long as you're happy with it, and can literally feel it without it being false or fake, people have no right to mock you, no matter how perverted, how insane, how abstract, how illogical it may be.

If you want to deprive a person of their happiness with dreaming, and not pay attention that you are seeking the same goal as well, then you obviously are just out there to ridicule that person for the hell of it, or maybe you're just insecure with your own feelings.

If a person makes fun of you trying to find someone who could be your dream guide, and if they have their own negative thoughts on said dream guide, then let them.

Who cares about these people? They're only trying to bring you down because they can't, or do not want to understand the sense of fulfillment and inner peace that comes with finding your dream guide(s).

If you praise a person for finding their dream guide and love the experiences they have when they post their recall of them, and yet mock or discourage another person for trying to find theirs, you're only making yourself look like an idiot.

You clearly are not paying attention on how "equal" or "fair" you're being towards people. To encourage a person's experience with their dream guide, and then to discourage another for doing so....sometimes I wonder if people really think.

Maybe I'm just being surrounded by idiots.

And if this was too long for you to read, oh well, deal with it. And if you find it annoying, oh well, deal with it.

People never really think before they dream...do they?

But hey...it's your life, if you want to be clouded with practical reasoning, go for it! But you're only doing it because you're afraid of going beyond the scope of this world.

You have every right to constrain yourself like that, because honestly, it's the most logical and sane reason. No person would want to continue finding something that will inevitably create tensions and conflicts with their schemata.

But for those people seeking happiness and subjectivity, abstract reasoning, infinite possibilities, or whatever, stop using your logical reasoning to try and define why they're trying to be subjective.

Never think that dreaming can be defined that quickly, that it can be constrained to limited science. Humans will never understand the potential dreaming can provide until they experience it themselves.

It's one of those things that you can't rely on the scientific method. And if you use the scientific method to rely on defining this to be part of this reality, then you will be limited only to that, and will never find what your scientific procedures could never verify.

If you define life based ONLY on the scientific method, it just shows you're a human being...without creativity.

Just know the method was created and collaborated by humans, so it's easy to think someone who doesn't follow that type of procedure is an idiot right? But really, who has the right to think a person is incompetent because they don't follow a method that will always have to be updated and replaced with new discoveries?

This is why I hate humans in general. Some people are just ignorant, and rely on what humans created, instead of creating something for their own benefit.

And with that, have a good night's rest.

Edit:

I got lazy putting dream guide/spirit guide/astral guide/etc. This can apply to whatever guide(s) you believe to be out there.

May 8, 2012

I woke up at 5:00 AM, and the alarm I had set for the end of my REM cycle was at 5:30, so I went back to sleep. I repeated for a while (or maybe until I fell asleep) “I remember my dreams”, or something very close to that. I remembered my dream, as it was interrupted by my alarm. It started at my house and a kid version of three people of Nine Inch Nails (Including Reznor) were at my house (and they all managed to never say a word throughout the entire dream). I seemed to recognize them, but I don’t actually know any other members other than Reznor (who was present) and (if he was part of the band) Atticus Ross, who was not present.
We ended up starting to leave the house, and my Dad was taking us somewhere. It was raining outside as hard as it ended up raining during that day IRL (which is quite a bit). I at some point (although I don’t know if this is a recall lapse or random sh*t outta nowhere, but I think it’s the latter) had ice cream, and the container it came in (a small round one, similar to one from another dream) was put on the floor ( I assume by me). I knew we had to go, and I think everyone else was already in the car. I was putting the Ice cream away and I recall it taking so long I went to the door and held up my pointer finger, signalling I’d be there in one minute. At some point between here and the next part, we went to a park area where I played music on my Ipod and everyone played some sort of game (I don’t remember what, though).
So, the dream shifted to third person, and it had become dark, but the sky was already gray to begin with. We were on a bridge, and things were chaotic. I somehow perceived that it was the Blacklight Virus (from Prototype) that had infected everything, and In my audio recording this morning I reported seeing zombies, but right now I’m doubtful of that. Cars were swerving, and shopping carts were running all over the bridge (and it was a long winding bridge, bigger than the one where I live). They were all the same shade of red, and some of them were still and just in the middle of the road, but some of them were sliding down the road too. There seemed to be a few cement walls (or segments of walls) in the middle of the bridge, separating the direction of lanes (of which I think there were 4).
This was supposed to, and conveyed very well, the feeling of chaos (although from this description it probably won’t seem that way). Eventually we got to our destination (which went unmentioned, but I think it was a mall). There was another lapse of what I assume was simply the dream jumping ahead, and we were in the mall, and there was a dark room with a lighted hallway. In front of the hallway were two creatures (and keep in mind this was all in third person). One seemed to be a grunt from Amnesia, and the other one seemed like some evil monster with zoidberg like mouth tentacles.
The Grunt (if that’s what it was) started jumping forward like a Hunter from L4D2, but only going a foot into the air, kinda like a frog. At some point in the dream of which I don’t know, I was at home and came a across something on my computer that said “Face Masks” and had a picture of a woman with white face moisturizer on her face and a folded washcloth over her eyes, as if she was at a spa. So back to the mall.
the dream seemed to go back to first person, and there was a third monster, that looked like one of the Prototype 2 zombies. I “went” back to the Face Masks thing and changed some settings in an attempt to lower the creepy f*cked up ness of the whole thing. I put “went” in quotes because I don’t remember actually going anywhere or seeing or feeling me change anything, but I just perceived it. In the dream the name Face masks seemed to make sense, mask being somewhere along the lines of the Flash (animation program) version of a Mask. Once I woke, this still didn’t make sense. This changing of setting didn’t seem to work, and I think i was going to try again, because then I was home and going through tabs on my internet and either the tab or Igoogle theme had the words “Maybe” written on it with fuzzy outlines of hearts (not real ones, the typical heart shape). After this, the alarm woke me up. No Lucidity, but I did seem to try to control the dream (although through settings as if it were a computer).

note: at some point, after we had left the house, My Ipod got broken. The part with the camera on it got dented in, and the glass/plastic material on it cracked. This was in first person, and I remember feeling a strange sensation touching the cracked and dented part. I have no idea where in the dream this took place.

another note. While in the car, before everything turned third person, we were listening to NiN music. The kid versions of some of the band members including Trent Reznor were in the back seats, but they had no reaction what so ever, and didn’t say anything. I did think it must of been a little awkward though.

a third note. This dream occurred between 5 and 5:30, because I woke up at 5 on my own, and then went back to sleep. My alarm went off at 5:30, so the whole thing had to have happened in less than thirty minutes. The dream itself felt more like 15 minutes, but I think dream time lasts longer than normal time.

easiness to recall:
8/10 (vivid and pretty easy to recall, and the dream was long)


A drawing I drew of the bridge.

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 Colorful Mood.


Me and Mila Kunis are outside, its night time and we are on a grassy field. We are looking at the stars and talking about astrology and signs. She mentions that she is a Leo sign, and i tell her im a Cancer sign. She says something like..

"You know im a fire sign right?"

"Yea i know. But my water can calm the wildest forest fires baby."

(She blushes)

We start kissing and she asks me if i had any pills. I reach in my pocket and pull out a vibrant pink pill for her, and i took a gold pill.



She is now glowing a vibrant pink colour, and i am glowing my a bright shimmering Gold colour. We start making out on the grassy field and i wake up.





Dream #2 Small Fry.

Im in a huge room talking with a bunch of mafioso guys about loyalty and respect. Im also mentioning that family must always stick together...no matter what. One guy gets up and starts clapping and tells me i should be a political speaker or something like that. I tell him that i only speak the facts, not fiction. They explain that its a little fella, who needs to be taught a lesson. I them let me take care of it for them.

Im now walking down a avenue, its evening time and there is this one little teenage kid who looks Italian. He asks me if i can handle something for him, and i tell him i don't have time right now. He explains to me that there is a man coming here in his neighborhood threating to kill his family unless he pays him or something like that. He tells me who his uncle is, and i remember that i work with him.

I tell him that i'll take care of that little problem for him. Im now in a apartment building in a room with classical music playing in the background. Loading up my guns and getting dressed up, i hear a knock on the door.


The guy waiting outside the door had a very calm attitude. But you can tell he also had a very in sane nature about him. He reminded me of the guy in the picture Ryuji Yamazaki from the King Of Fighters Video games. He asks me in a very calm tone...


"So...you ready to take this small fry out?"

"Oh im all for it."

We head out the door and now arrive at some warehouse where there are a bunch of men loading up a bunch of stuff in a box. Me and the Ryuji Yamazaki looking cat, started shooting at all the men. I noticed that one of the men was at the top of the stairs watching all of this. I went after him and started yelling at him telling him..

"You are only making it worst by running you know that right?"

My partner is downstairs laughing like a maniac killing off all of the guys down there. I finally find the man hiding in one of his rooms. He pulls out a gun a shoots at me but he misses. I start reaching in my pocket looking for something, and the guy comes out of nowhere and shoots me then i wake up. (Must've been searching for my totem probably lol)





6:24 - 6:40 am. Did plenty of reality checks with my totem. And went back to sleep.


Final dream: A moment of clarity.

Im in a supermarket and start telling myself..

"I am the dream navigator, i navigate thru peoples dreams. I always remember my dreams."

(Yet i did not become lucid)



Lol, anyway. Im walking thru the supermarket and i see a young lady who looks familiar? We talk for a bit, and i start mentioning to her about dreams. We talked for a good while, and she told me to email her later. Im now at home emailing her about dreams, yet i still did not become lucid!



Im now sitting down in my living room sipping my tea rubbing my hawk coin totem and reading the newspaper. I notice in one of the articles in big bold letters that said...

"CIRCUS CLOWN MASSACRED BY UNKNOWN SERIAL KILLER!"

My eyes light up, and i start laughing and read another section that says something about the urban legend Candyman may just be real. In it, it was talking about people who claimed to have seen him slaughter and wipe out the entire circus or something like that. I laugh as im reading this and start feeling like i may had something to do with this???




The dream fades, and i wake up.



Damn...i clearly could have became lucid in the 1st dream. (somewhat) The second dream i almost became lucid if it was'nt for that damn...


%*$%@#!


Lmao! But its all good. The last dream, i defintely should've hit full lucidity at that supermarket. DAMN! Lol, and while i was reading that newspaper, that defintely should've triggered some lucidity there for me! Ahhh, well can't get em all. Lol but i noticed my subconscious has a funny way of throwing certain things in my face when im not aware of it at times. Hmm..i don't mind what i got, besides..lucid dreams are just full control right? Being somewhat in control is not so bad depending on the theme that is. But overall im happy with my recall, and my results.

Last night's dream: I can't remember what happened at the beginning of the dream but I have a vague recollection of doing something wrong, I think it was cheating on my partner. As always I have just murdered someone, I don't ever see the actual murder but the body (very graphically injured, head cracked open, brains exposed, lots of blood) is at my feet. We're in the persons house but really it's my house. I'm supposed to know know this person but I don't recognise them or know their name, but it's a young male, around 13/14. I hear noises downstairs so I quickly leave the room, shut the door so no one can see and end up talking to the lads mum. My sister is there too and she goes upstairs while we are talking and then the mum asks where her son is, I say I don't know so she goes to his room. His body is gone, his mum reports him missing. I notice my sister skulking around and go over to her, she says don't worry, I got rid of him. She gives me an alibi for the police. His body is discovered not far away but I'm not a suspect to the police. I get the feeling the mum knows it was me though. I get away with it as always.

Me and 4 others are chasing Daffy Duck, Hes the size of a G.I.JOE. As I am chasing him through my dreams more and more people eventually get drawn into his chase. Theres about 30 of us now, Daffy takes us to a Train Station were we search for him for what feels like an eternity. Me and all the other followers go insane just waiting in this abandoned building literally, we stand in circles contemplating to ourselves what we will do (talking to myself).... We see a train! Everyone runs out and jumps on, Daffy is at the front and we all try to get to him.. We are all fallin off the train left, right, but luckily I manage to hang on and almost get to the front but end up going through 1 of the carts that turns out to be a enormous house. I can recall a mansion, all the lights were out and the darkness looked ass if it was a never ending abyss swallowing all good. Me and the original 4 are in a room again but sorrounded by darkness, we chase Daffy all the way through the house and end up in the same room but with another door... The door, is overgrown with forestry and shrubbery. Bugs Bunny Stands in the doorway.. He asks for Daffy, "WE DONT HAVE HIM WE HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR HIM THIS ENTIRE DREAM!" I say. Just then daffy in the form of a toy waddles under my legs and right to Bugs, Bugs then pick him up with his foot lookin way to smooth and casual sets him off to the side into a bush, Daffy then disappears into the abyss.... Bugs then fades and the door closes. Me and my friends quite dissapointed turn and head through the house hoping to find my way out of this dream. I end up in a room thats having a party, except everyone wants to fight. I leave the room and picture myself in an OBE practice fighting. Haha I am pretty sure I was sleep talking/punching at this point. I go back in only to find out I am about to wake up....


I believe on the other side of Bugs was my Dream Guide / inner subconscious / Daffy Duck. Hopefully I can meet him next dream.

I want to turn this dream into a rap song, opinions?

This is my first good, long lucid dream in a while, and it was awesome! So, this is gonna be a long retelling. You've been warned.

My dream recall picks up at my old high school. I am in the auditorium, with a teacher and another student. I don't remember this bit very clearly, but I think the teacher is my college professor, K. and the other student is Silver. I remember being afraid to leave the auditorium because K specifically wanted us to stay behind, and had something to talk to us about. Nonetheless, I slip through the auditorium door, promising to come back. I have a Brita filter in my hand at that time, and it's implied I'm going to fill it up real quick and come back.

Out in the hallway, I start pouring the water that's in the filter all over the floor. In my head I envision a chase scene, and I feel like this will help, somehow. Not just in making them slip and fall, but it was supposed to do something else, like turn into smoke. This part is another fuzzy bit. At some point while I'm doing and thinking all this, I realize the absurdity of what's going on, and realize that I'm dreaming. At this point I head back down the hall towards the cafeteria. I don't know where the filter disappeared to, but I don't have it anymore, nor do I care.

I end up passing through the empty cafeteria and heading outside, where, like so many prior lucid dreams, I get sucked into practicing flying. Why this draws me in so much is a mystery... in any case, only moments later my vision gets all fuzzy and it's hard to see much of anything. Over the next 5 minutes, I try to restore my vision, while still trying to fly and slowly making my way around to the front of the school. I don't have a ton of techniques at my disposal for this dream... I keep trying to blink to get my sight back, even as I worry that it would wake me up. Thankfully it doesn't, but it isn't doing anything productive either.

As I round the corner, I come up with a new idea. I try removing my glasses, which has no effect. Putting them back on doesn't either. But at this point I take them back off and mimic cleaning the dust off of them, even though at this point my dream clarity is so bad that it doesn't actually feel like I'm holding anything. Amazingly, this one actually works, and I can see everything again. A lot of work for what some of you can fix in just a couple seconds! Ah, well, I'm learning.

At this point I'm out in front of the school again, and see a college friend, A. I feel like showing off to him that this is a dream, and I try to fly in front of him. What I'd accomplished for flying so far in this dream amounted to hovering, or maybe short glides, but I don't even manage this much. I jump extra high, but that's about it. He comes up to me and says, "Hey, are you actively trying to fly? This isn't a lucid dream." At which point he becomes the antagonist of the dream.

I'm laying on the ground when he says this for some reason, and for a split-second, I feel the effects. A small bit of doubt creeps in, and for a moment I'm paralyzed, and can't move. But then I somehow recover, and get up, and start trying to logically prove that this is a dream. I tell him that I've graduated, among other things. At some point he's wearing a football helmet and asking me why I have one in my hand, as if this would somehow prove it's reality. I retort that this must be a dream because I didn't have the thing 5 minutes ago (really, I didn't have it until he asked about it). Eventually I realize logic isn't going to work, so I kind of tackle him, yelling, "I KNOW this is a dream! Stop trying to trick me!"

A small bit of memory is lost here, but A. certainly gives up on trying to convince me I'm not dreaming... instead he tries to convince me that I don't deserve this lucid dream, or something along those lines. To which I succinctly say, "Screw you! I deserve every goddamn lucid dream that I get!" And at this point I roll away from him. I don't feel angry anymore... I feel triumphant, like it was incredibly important that I make my opinion known, and now that I have I'm satisfied. I have no regrets for shouting at him either, because at this point I know he's not real. Unfortunately, while trying to contemplate what to do next, I wake up.

Leaf Tastes Like Chicken

[This one happened at 3:45AM, which is really unusual for me, my LDs are almost always in late morning]
[I kept repeating "In the next dream i'll realize that i'm dreaming" while falling asleep... somewhat like MILD, and it worked ]

I was in school, where i got lucid by an old classmate of mine, who had a country flag and a nickname floating next to his head... kinda unusual i'd say.
The dream was surprisingly clear, considering that it was during the night, but i felt somewhat dizzy for some reason.
The first thing i wanted to do is get out of the school. I looked at a tree from the window and immediately found myself in our garden, looking at another tree. I didn't mind because i got outside at least.
I took a leaf from a bush and flew up in the air immediately. I started chewing the leaf, which tasted bitter like before. Then i decided that it should taste like chicken. It took only a moment until the taste changed, now it tasted exactly like grilled chicken, it was really nommy... too bad it was one single leaf...

I kept flying above our garden in circles, while admiring how nice everything looks. During one of the circles i made in the air, i noticed our cat, Buci walking down in the garden and looking up at me... [This made me a little sad, because she is actually missing since 5 days in real... she was never away for that long before... ].
I was going around for a while, enjoying the flight, but then i woke up as i unintentionally thought about the possibility of waking up... of course it happened.

[I was so hyped because of this dream, even while it was short.. because i thought that i won't get a single LD this week. I couldn't fall asleep literally for 2 whole hours after this...]


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Icy Rampage, Angels

[I woke up at 9:50AM and my first thought was that i didn't get another LD yet, even while i did a WBTB. This thought was enough to get me an LD soon]
[This dream happened at around 10:20AM]

I don't know what exactly got me lucid, i don't remember anything extraordinary.
I was on a street in our neighbourhood, where a lot of cars were going by. During my sleepless hours i decided to find and talk with a DC in my next LD, and this was in my mind here.
I noticed a guy standing close to the road, looking all bored. I walked up to him and got a sudden thought that i should posses his body... [I don't know where this came from].
I didn't possess him after all, but i wanted to talk with him. Althrough when i walked closer to him, i got distracted by the thought that i should do at least one of my personal tasks for the competition thread on DV.

I decided to wait with the chat a little and try to transform myself partially. [I didn't try full transformation yet]. I was wondering a little about the possibilities, but then i got a good idea.
I decided to turn my hands into ice... I held them in front of me and focused, but they didn't want to change at all. I thought i'll do it the easy way then, i put my hands out of my vision and thought about them turning to ice. When i looked at my hands again, it definitely worked. They were made out of solid ice, with ice spikes coming out of them all around. It looked nice and flashy in the sun

Somewhat like this, just more spiky.

I got a little crazed [which happens sometimes in my LDs] and i went on a little rampage. I started creating some magical ice spikes with both of my hands, then i kept shooting those at the cars that were close to me. I did it for a while, but the cars never turned to ice as i expected at first. The spikes just left some icy scars on them, but that's it.
I noticed some kind of long racing car passing by... The driver was clearly visible as the car didn't really have a cover... it looked like a desert vehicle or something.
I got the urge to throw him out of his car, so i went to the car and picked it up with my hands. I turned it around in the air and the driver has fallen out of it to the ground. Then i just thrown the car away.
He had a helmet, but i still knew that he was surprised by what i've done.
I walked close to him and decided that i'll talk with him then, since the other guy already disappeared.

- Hello there. How are you?
- What? Why did you do that?
- Well, i just wanted to talk with someone.
- Oh.. how nice of you.
- Well, don't be that upset...
- Of course.. of course..
- You know.. you seem like a really smart person, who knows a lot, so it would be nice to talk with you.
I couldn't keep myself from laughing in my mind and think that he is just a dumb racing car driver DC... Of course he heard my thoughts... but it was too late already.
- Sir, no. I won't talk with you. I'm not that easily fooled! /crazy laugh/

After that crazy laugh, his face turned into a hyena's face, and he kept laughing like the hyenas from Lion King...
I wanted to turn him to ice or something for calling me a Sir and refusing to talk with me, but i decided against it... no need to hurt every DC that doesn't agree with me
I flew up in the air instead and decided to go on. I was looking at how awesome the sky looked, it was filled with tiny clouds all around.
Then i noticed two clouds moving fast far away in the sky... for some reason i thought that there must be some angels there and it would be nice to borrow some wings from them...

Just as i thought this, i turned around and noticed some clouds really close to the ground, with angels standing on them. There was also a jungle of some kind next to the clouds and it was really dark in there.
I flew to the angels and noticed 6 little angel girls, all looking differently, like they represented a different element... fire, water, air, earth, darkness, light.
There were some grown up angels as well, they gave some kind of instructions to the little ones... i just knew that they will be teached to keep the balance of the world with their powers.

They actually called each of the angels by their names and introduced them to eachother, but i don't remember all of the names. The earth angel was called Nidalee. [A champion from League of Legends is named like that... yeah i played that game too much these days, it influences my dreams ].
Then suddenly, once they introduced Nidalee, she flew past me at high speed and disappeared in the jungle. One of the grown up angels yelled something like "We knew it, she broke the balance! Try to find her before it's too late!"
Everything started getting darker just as she said this.

I decided to fly after her in the jungle and the other angels joined me as well. As i got to the jungle, suddenly i heard a narrator voice, who kept talking about the battle of the angels... It was just like if the voice would be reading a book. I was distracted by this and just lost my focus on myself.
The narrator said something like "She was weak and couldn't do much anymore... she was just laying there, helpless..."
Just as he said this, i've seen everything from the eyes of someone who was laying on a huge tree branch.
He continued: "She couldn't see anything other than the assassin, Akali, standing in front of her, sweating because of the hard battle.."
[Akali is also a champion from League of Legends... ugh... i really need to play it less ].
The narrator continued again, while i heard loud noises of battle coming from the dark jungle: "She didn't see the assassin anymore... she didn't see anything. The poison worked fast and it was too much to bear........."
My perspective suddenly changed to a "flying camera" like and it slowly moved towards another huge branch, where a shotgun was placed. This was the last thing i've seen before i woke up.

[I didn't really do what i planned for today (meet Amy Lee), but it was fun anyway. That angel part of the dream was weird, especially the narrator thing, but i kinda liked it... It was like i lived a book or something ^^]

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 grab a bite to eat and enjoy reading my dreams!


Dream #1 Recurring Nightmare of mine.

Spoiler for Theme Of The Dream:

Im in a hallway walking with agirl who reminds me of Jessica Simpson. She is cute, and starts tellling me about her favorite songs that she has downloaded into her celphone. Im listening to her, but im also starting to become a bit creeped out by what is laying at the end of the hallway. The Jessica Simpson looking girl kept talking away not paying any attention to what im looking at, So i point at the end of the hall and she says..

"Oh my God! Thats a dead body laying there in the middle of that hallway!"

She starts dialing on her celphone calling an ambulance and walking away further and further because her reception was bad of something like that. So im now feeling a bit uncomfortable just standing there in the hallway like this, so i decide to walk away when i hear my name being called in the distance.

"Q."

I turn around.





The bloody body is just standing there staring at me from a distance. I just froze standing there. It starts walking towards me and i feel like i want to wake myself up, because i knew it was a dream in a way.. but was not completely sure. (Sounds wierd i know) but at the same time i felt like the dead body wanted to tell me something but what? It starts getting closer to me, to the point i can smell the dead odor reeking thru the damp bloody body bag. I almost gag, but hold it together. We are now face to face and i try not to stare to hard at her for some reason whenver i exert my eyes to the floor, she would say..

"LOOK AT ME!"

(In a very harsh demanding tone)

I look back up at her and feel a bit terrified she is reaching her arm out to me but i close my eyes and wake up. Damn..im such a punk! Lol


4:45 - 4:55 am. Did some intense subconscious training, and went back to sleep.


WILD Dream #2 Unfinished Business.


Im now walking to an upstairs hallway to find two girls at the far end of the hallway. I pause for a second and start to ask myself..

"How did i end up here? And what am i suppose to be doing?"

BINGO! I hit lucidity right here and start walking down the hallway. I ask both of the twin girls where can i find IT the clown, they look at eachother and smile and grab eachothers hand and start walking me down a darker more creepier part of the hallway. They look at eachother laughing and look at me and both say at the same time..

"Hehe. Don't be afraid...you are the nightmare remember?"

I get this sinister grin on my face and say..

"Oooh yea, i am are'nt i? (laughing crazy)

(The little girls start laughing)


Nightmare, I am the Nightmare!

I shapeshift myself into Candyman, and start roaming thru the shadowy dark hallways yelling at the top of my lungs...

"IIIIIIT! COME OUT, AND FACE THE MONSTER OF YOUR DREAMS! I AM YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE, AND DON'T YOU EVER FORGET THAT!" (Laughing like a mainac)
It is very silent, you can hear a pin drop it is so quiet. My mind is racing with a million thoughts on how i want to take this clown out. I walking and getting very impatient. Wait a min...i got it! Hehehe i can find that clown at the circus. (Laughing)


Final dream: Clowns worst nightmare



I am now at some creepy looking carnival there is weird circus music going off and i have only one thing on my mind..
MURDER THE CLOWN!
I start killing clowns and finding other victims nearby. Innocent victims i tell them to run, as i have no intentions of hurting them. All of a sudden.. i hear a very familier laugh.



"Soo you want to see me?"

"You got balls of steel to show up you know that?"

He laughs and we exchange unfriendly words to one another.

"Well, i hope you had your last meal. Because its time to DIE!!!"

I run at him with my hook raised in the air about to gut him like a fish. He teleports and starts laughing. I get pissed and start tearing the place apart. There are other clowns he sends at me, i fight them all off killing off his pawns with my bloody hook. I even send bees and flies to his clowns and start laughing.

"Stop sending all of your damn foot soidiers at me and face me you damn coward!"

He starts laughing teleporting again as im trying to swipe at him. Then it finally hits me, i need to try and manipulate the surroundings. (Something i rarely do in dreams) my energy is pulsating and everything gets slower i hear my heartbeating. I see him teleporting and try and sense his energy he appears left, right, behind me, in front of me. I try and read him like a chess board and finally strike at him like a cobra!

I like him in my arms he is screaming now like a little girl saying...

"Noooo, please let me gooo!"

(I laugh like a maniac)

"You had your time to play clown, but playtime is over..."

(Laughing again)

I raise my arm and jam my hook right into his left eye. Then i take my hook and jam it up his nostrils goin further and further until i hear a crunching sound. It gets quiet, blood is spewing out of his face and all over the place he falls face first to the ground.

(Laughing like a maniac)

"Yes, yes, YES! I AM THE NIGHTMARE!!!"

(Laughing again)

It starts thundering and raining, and i feel the dream closing in on me and i wake up.


Notes: I have finally killed that damn clown that has tormented me as a child! I feel like i can take on anything now. =D That clown use to haunt me every single night! Now that the tables have been turned...i should pay Jason Vorhees a visit next...

I'm in the living room of my old house, looking at my TV which is playing a GIF of Victorique. My mom says I'm annoying because of something and I go into the Study to eat some candy.

I'm at some sort of convention (a mall?) and I'm taking my friend to meet Nico Bellic's VA. We go sit in a room and when I sit down, an (artist?) guy puts his fingers on my head. He starts talking about how I can 'grab' certain colors, and my head starts to...tighten up, I guess? I can see the colors and my head starts to vibrate violently. His face was blue and his hair was orange. I tell him that my head hurts and he tells me that it's okay, because the French have that in common with me. (Lol?) Then I wake up.

I'm On Stage with Asking Alexandria and we are playing A whole set that in Order goes I Once Could Have Possible Been A CowBoy King, If You Can't Ride Two Horses At Once, To The Stage, Breathless, Another Bottle Down, and Reckless and Relentless. I'm Playing Guitar and Singing or Screaming Back Up but the whole band is there, its like I'm A guest Appearance.

I'm walking through the woods with my step dad, and were hunting something, but were in a swampy area and were going down a really sharp hill. I hear beautiful Classic like music, but it is only Strings Percussion and Piano, I wish I could Remember Because I know at the Time I thought It was the most beautiful music I heard. I wish I could Record It for the World.

I wake up in my aunties bed at her house, which isn't that unusual considering that when I used to live with her while I was in high school she would wake me up when she got up and let me go there from the couch. Anyway my cousin comes walking in the room and we chat for a bit. then I get up and go through the house to the kitchen. I see a bag if mcdonalds, I reach in and grab a hash brown patty thing. I walk back to the room and doug gets pumped seeing the McDonalds and gets up to go get one, but some of his nephews grab the last and walk into the room across the hall, and doug sits down and says that he hates those kids. So I say, Why Don't we just go to McDonalds if he wants some. We start walking down the road with his older brother and some other people. I wake up suddenly, and realise it was a dream, a really realistic one, I close my eyes and immediately fall back in, except now were already just down the road from McDonalds, and there are some cops sitting where they always are on the highway, and they are staring at us. We drive past and park at McDonalds. Every one orders ahead of me While I go through the menu and I have six dollars.I have never ate anything in a dream that I can actually remember eating and there was a post I read about it on DV last night so I want to try some good stuff. I notice that there are some new Items that are a specialty milkshake thing.Apple in chocolate, Pistachio in Chocolate and Fudge in Chocolate. They are all labled and 2.98 for the large so I order the Apple In Chocolate Large with two Cheesburgers and A McChicken. Suddenly some really hot girl gets in line right beside me. She Is dressed in all black, Sheer Top with A Leather? Mini Skirt, and she has streaks of her hair dyed blue and a tiny nose piercing. I Immediately introduce myself and ask her her name. She replies and I immediately notice her accent placing her from the Czech Republic and she has a beautiful accent. I comment on it then kiss her, and turn around because my order is up. Except the guy only gave me a small and when I point it out he throws a fit so I freak out and throw it in his face then jump over the counter. I use my mind to throw him to the ground and pin the rest of the staff against the wall. I start to make my own and grab a couple of burgers and A large fry. I then throw my six dollars on the floor and reach into my pocket and throw some quarters down too. I hop over the counter and walk up to where everyone is waiting for me at the outdoors table. I walk up and try to teleport all of us back to my aunties by blinking, but when I open my eyes I'm laying in bed. I Immediately close my eyes and get back in. I then tell them that we have to get out of there and they say No I can do it alone. I get pissed then turn and study my hands for stability and start flying away. I start flying way high up out of the atmosphere and toward the moon. Eventually I pass an astronaut and I am almost to the moon, then the phone rings.

I was waiting for a taxi under a freeway. I know this place, my friend lives near this Freeway. The taxi arrives and i get in the car. The man driving looked familiar, he was a European transfer from my school. I don't talk to him much but i see him around a lot.i didn't tell him where to take me, but he just start to drive as if he already knew where i wanted to be. We soon start to drive---he turns to enter the freeway. Going up the ramp i realize the setting has changed, we are on the Golden Gate Bridge (I live in SF). The scary part is that the bridge was coming to an end. When i realize that, the taxi driver speeds up. I start to clinch my seat, and of course that roller coaster feeling absorbs my stomach. We fly off and start to fall towards the sea. I notice the sunset---it was very orange. The sea was very blue and sparkly. There is music playing in in the background. I can hear it get louder as i get closer to death. It sounded like a weeping woman in the opera.

in then I wake up

Allahu Ekbar

I was in the hallway of my house and i felt something wasnt right here so i pluged my nose and i screamed out im dreaming so when i beacame lucid i went back into my room and spun around beacause i wanted to teleport somewhere else. But i couldnt when i stopped i saw my bro devon he didnt do anything he just ran up stairs i followed him. When i got up stairs their was a table full of food i picked up a cookie that was filled with hersey kisses i ate it and it was great then i saw a little girl she said do you want to know how to float i said yes and all of a sudden i was floating i floated beck to my room and pickachu was there it kept shooting thunder at me but i doged it then i woke up.

I was at work and I just finished eating my lunch. My Boss then comes up to me and informs me that we are going out for lunch. So we are in the vehicle driving to the restraunt when he askes me "What you gonna get?" which is odd because thats not his personality, so I was starting to question the dream. I told him something small because I just ate lunch. He then tells me that I should get what a co-worker always gets.

Then randomly we appear back at work, and Its just me and my boss. I look at him and hes starting at me, smiling.
Suddenly I start to shrink, and feel really fucking up, like someone gave me some psychedelics or something. Next thing I know I am in my bed.

Its sleep paralysis, I've been here before. So I keep my calm and worry about making a dream space. I keep thinking "Snowy mountain tops, snowy mountain tops" I keep saying that in my head. It sounds like I am falling, air rushing my past my ears. About two minutes pass and it fades away.

Dream Start:
It was a like a ceremony but everyone(Kid only) that I know sat down in this old-looking,mossy, bowl-shaped monument.It seems like everyone is waiting for someone to come.I think some people are looking up at the sky.I decide to try to leave but when I get to the edge of the Monument I stumble and look down and realized that we are REALLY high up.I almost fell and then I woke up.
Dream End.

So, I managed to go back to sleep around noon today, long enough to have a decent dream.

The thing is, while I thoroughly enjoyed this dream and all its incredible detail, including the lucidity, this dream has some rather adult content.

Feel free to tell me if I should remove this dream.

And now the disclaimer:

THE FOLLOWING DREAM HAS BEEN RATED DV-MA. IT IS INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. IF THIS IS NOT YOU, PLEASE DO NOT CLICK ON THE SPOILER BELOW. IT CONTAINS STRONG ADULT CONTENT AND SITUATIONS.

[SPOILER="The Porn House"]

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find myself in my house but I immediately know somethingisn’t right. I am in my old home, the one I used to share with my mom, and thefeeling is quite disorienting. I know I haven’t lived in the house in manyyears, but here it is in every detail. The arrangement of furniture is a littledifferent, and I didn’t have internet access at the time, yet I have a fullcomputer and my current Droid cell phone. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]If the arrangement of furniture wasn’t strange enough, thepresence of my dad in the house certainly was. He has been living in Californiafor decades, and he never visited this house, but he is here and my mom is not.I feel really awkward seeing him sit in one of the recliner chairs a few feetfrom the fire place, his feet up as though everything was normal.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To top things off on this cake of chaos, I am surfing lotsand lots of porn on the computer. Window after window is open to all kinds oferotic images, and I find it hard to absorb all of what I am seeing. It’sinteresting to me but it doesn’t fit in with my normal web surfing habits. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I continue surfing my porn I happen to see out thewindow; the computer is set upon a shelf that allows a user to face the front yard.Outside the view is different than expected. The neighborhood is that of thehouse I grew up in as a child, and while this is unsettling, it’s still notquite as odd as the porn I’m viewing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Looking out, I spot Jen’s arrival home. She is accompaniedby several friends, and I hastily minimize the computer window and beginlooking at my phone, not wanting her to see what’s displayed on the screen. I’m expecting her to walk into the house butinstead she and her friends spend some time conversing outside the front door. Iwait a moment and then return to the computer for a bit more time surfing adultcontent.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After what feels like ten minutes in the dream I hear thegarage door starting to rumble open, and I frantically scramble to minimize thecomputer windows again. I step away and then debate the wisdom of leaving themopen at all, and I turn back with the intention of shutting down InternetExplorer. I can’t quite recall if I actually opened the windows back up, but Iknow I didn’t feel entirely good about how I left them. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]As Jen walked in I walked away from the computer and towardsa hall bathroom that never existed in the living room in real life. I ask herthe usual questions about her day and how she is, though I also recognize thatshe hasn’t worked in years and it’s odd that she is now. Still, nothing aboutthis dream is normal so I’m becoming accustomed to all the strange events andsights. I do get a bit upset when I askher where our son is and who is watching him and she merely tells me that he is“okay.” [/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He’s okay? Who the hell is he with, I wonder? Perhaps hermom? I’m a little put-off by her nonchalant attitude regarding our son’ssupervision. Some part of me tells me he is a baby, and this just adds to myconfusion. I seem to be living in a flashback mixed with current technology andI can’t seem to get away from it. This is when I ultimately realize I’mdreaming, and I immediately become calmer and more accepting of mysurroundings. My real life is far more structured than this and the events aretoo surreal to be anything but a dream. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Deciding finally that all is well I wander back over towardsthe bathroom and continue surfing porn on my phone. Apparently the theme of mydream is sex, and I’m so preoccupied with my viewing that I don’t notice whatis going on in the living room just out of sight. I reach a stopping point andlook back around the corner only to find the computer is now on this side ofthe room and Jen is looking at the pages of porn I had been viewing. Crap.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I come up behind her and inside I’m freaking out, knowingshe won’t like what she sees. I think I said something like, “At least our kidsaren’t around.” I know this won’t go over well, and I’m proven right when shegets up, grabs her purse, and tells me she’s leaving. She starts walkingthrough the living room, and this is when I notice a couple people are sittingin the dark lounging in the recliner chairs and on the sofa. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I watch Jen leave, a last view of her through the partedcurtains. I turn back around and ask the room, “Who are you people, and whatare you doing here?” I can’t even figure out how so many people got in theroom, though I suspect they came in earlier before Jen left and that maybe theyare friends of my son. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Everyone is naked and just lounging around as though it wastheir house. All the people appear to be around the age of twenty, and I feellike we are all in the same age group. I’ve become male, and naked, and this establishes further that I am dreaming. I’m standing in the middleof all these people and as I approach close to one of the guys he opens hismouth and leans forward, as if he is about to suck me off. I’m definitelytempted by his advance.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Instead of engaging in anything with the guy I walk overtowards a young woman with dark hair sitting on my bed. My bedroom has becomepart of the living room, and the woman is wagging her finger at me, urging meto come over to her. She is dressed in a white, cottony skirt, and a dark top,and she is plenty eager to be with me, so much so that she leans back and putsher legs in the air. I already know what’s going to happen next so her behavioris not surprising.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I kneel down between her legs and begin licking her pussy,feeling quite aroused and excited at the chance to have sex. It has been a longtime since I have been with a woman in this manner, and I demonstrate this withmy eagerness as I bury my face in her. Behind me the naked people start gettingup, realizing that I have settled on being with this woman instead of them, andthey are no longer needed. They walk quietly out of the house, right out thefront door, still naked as though that was how they arrived, discarded justlike the porn on the computer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stand up and the woman rolls over, exposing her backsideto me. I have a nice clear shot of her asshole, and I bring my penis up to her.She’s tight, and penetrating her isn’t perfectly easy, but I manage it and shefeels good pushing back against me. I’m having the best dream and this is whenmy feet start to slip on the carpet, almost costing me my lucidity. I have to scrambleto maintain my position, but I recover quickly and continue having sex withher. Her body is warm and soft, and despite not knowing her at all I amthoroughly enjoying myself, and plans for later start forming in my mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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