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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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I was in the pool in the backyard of my house and in a table was a menu where I could ask for a plane to take me to the sky and throw me into the pool, I had already gone several times. one time I asked for the plane but I forgot to enter, the pool was being prepared for the jump and saw that they put some product in the water to the fall dont hurt, I was embarrassed for losing the airplane trip ran home. At home I stop to think and see how the shadows are not right and I realized it's a dream, I made an RC and used all the techniques that I know of stabilization, the result is amazing.
I try to fly but I fail, then my father came and I asked him to teach me how to fly, he said ''I'm too tired to teach you how to fly'', I remember a technique of flying by imagining an invisible ladder and climb the stairs, I climbed to the seventh step and fell. Then my mother came and I asked her to teach me to fly, she said the same thing that my father said.
I went to the backyard and estabilized the dream screaming to get the dream lived and stable, I tought that someone will get angry and come out by the screams, I tried to use my expectation and I tought that will get out the window of the house next door Katniss Everdeen of The Hunger Games, but nothing happens.
I went back home and used the computer out of curiosity, was open to the facebook but with some unrecognized letters, I started thinking that I can not feel my body in real life, but unintentionally I felt and woke up.

-HH-
There is a woman in front of me with long, dark hair. she gives me a note, telling me to find her/meet her at this place, at this time. I don't remember the details. she seems to want to see me. I try to look at the note, the message is told to me, but I just don't remember what was said. (could it have been Mizuki?)

-Dream-
I am an observer. I am looking at a circular dock built around some sort of dome. the dock has several exits leading to other places in the space, but I can't see them. at the edge of one such pathway, there is some sort of dark sorcerer or something chanting a spell or something to the dome. around him are followers or possibly beasts of some kind, I didn't pay much attention to them. at the part where the circular dock ends and a pathway to the sorcerer begins, there is a gate. there are two civilian-looking people laying prone, watching the sorcerer with curiosity. a man and a woman. the scene is dark. everything is black but the features I have described here. I can barely see what appears to be a mess of blood and bodies around the dock where one would expect water to be, but I'm not sure at the time because of the darkness. It doesn't affect me. The man and woman quiet, watching with uncertainty. The woman rolls closer to the man, at this point I notice they are laying on some sort of tarp, she asks what is happening.

-Dream shift-

I almost notice the dream shifting around me, I remember being pulled into the dome, but I lost any memories I had of outside the dome at this time.The dream becomes a bit more cartoony, a bit like an anime. Inside the dome, there is a woman and another person, and myself. I am no longer an observer. in the middle of the dome, there is a wooden structure, too small to be a maze, but built like one. we start balancing on it in some sort of challenge to each other for the fun of it, to see how long we all can balance. the girl pushes me off, I think I do a flip, and land flat on my back, stunning me for a few seconds. this agitates me a bit, I walk up to the wooden structure, grab her legs and lift her up, (making sure she keeps her balance so I don't hurt her severely because she didn't severely hurt me.) and fall over or something to the effect. we begin talking about various things from waking life it seems. The topics seem to materialize in the area, confusing my recall a bit.

Wow, I don't know if i'm a natural lucid dreamer or what ... But I had a successfull WILD on the first serious try (refusing to give up that is.) Neat! I only remember a small fragment from earlier in the night though:



Dinosaurs (dream fragment.)

Some dinosaurs in a big room made out of paper. A guy said they were going to have to be put down since the "cage" could break so easily and they were quite dangerous. I told him it was a stupid idea, since we could just build a better cage instead. i mean helloooo, live dinosaurs! that is frickin awesome.


I then woke up, did some yoga, drank water and did some reality checks, since I was gonna try some WILDing. I was unsure if i woke up at the right time (roughly 7 hours of sleep), but I hoped I would hit REM right away.

Back in bed i lied on my back, just trying to relax. My flatmate went about in the kitchen, slamming things into benches and whatnot so I thought it would be hard to fall asleep. I meditated for awhile, counting to 150 with every breath. I started to get these weird and totally random thoughts, but I didn't feel sleepy at all and could still hear my flatmate in the kitchen. I just waited for SP to kick in since I quite often wake up in the middle of the night in SP and it comes quite naturally for me.

I turned onto my right side, and my mind was unaturally calm. I kept having random, "dreamy" thoughts, but my consciousness was very clear and I didn't see any HI och had any SP. But then, REALLY suddenly, an image of a corridor appeared. I entered it.


Foreign seminars!


Oh my! That was weird. No SP or HI beforehand? but ohmygod, it worked! okay, calm down.

I looked at my hands, touched the wall and just tried to really get into the dream. Seems stable, so I looked around. I was in a school probably, in a big corridor with many doors. I thought about how I wanted to meet Keiko, so I called out for him.

(Keiko was a imaginary friend who appeared in some of my dreams when I was little. He looks like a red fox with green eyes. Sometimes he has butterlfy wings. He had a quite timid personality with a sarcastic streak underneath.)

"Keiko!"

My voice sounded just like it does in real life. I turned around, hoping he would be there. Nope. Oh well.

I started walking down the corridor. It was completely empty. The few times i've become lucid as an adult before, I’ve tried to take control of my dreams with limited success ...my dreams has instead become really chaotic and "focused" on me; random annoying DC;s and unstable, changing scenery. I think about just going with the flow this time, enjoying whatever the plot of the dream is. But it would be nice to have Keiko with me ... I call for him again and turn a corner. A guy runs past me, almost knocking me over. He looks stressed, almost scared.

I look down the hallway. It's completely pitch-black from where he came, no light at all. Just perfect for a nightmare. No thank you, I think, turning back.

The corridor looks pretty much the same when I pass it the second time. One of the doors is open though, and I walk inside. It's like a big classroom inside with lots of people in it. Looks like there is going to be a seminar or something, there is a huge white screen in front and some people are running around setting things up. I walk up to a table that is in the front of the “classroom” and sit down next to two boys, around 9 and 5 years old.

“Hi!” I say in Swedish. “How are you?”
No reply. I try again, in English this time.
“Hi, how are you?”
“I’m fine, how are you?” The 9-year old replies.
“Oh, just fine. What’s your name?”
No reply. He turns to the younger boy to the left and says something in a foreign language that sounds a little like Russian.
“Oh, what language is that? Is it Russian?” I ask.
He looks amused.” Haha no, it’s Magrorian!”
I’m like ok, whatever. I turn to the younger boy.
“Hi, what’s your name?”
No reply. He has a vacant expression.
“How old are you?” I ask again.
“September.”
“What?”
“I was born in September.”
Cool, I think, same month as me! If I ask him what year he is probably going to say the same year I was born. So cool.
“What year?”
“87.”

I sigh. Stupid, random DC’s.

I see that the professor is trying to get everyones attention. Everybody keeps chattering, so I call out “Heyhey! It’s about to start!”

Everybody quiets down, I walk away from the two boys so that I’m closer to the professor. But when he starts talking it’s in the same foreign language that the two boys talked in! doh.
I try to “will” him to speak Swedish, but then it just becomes gibberish and random words. I sigh. I think about that at least 10 minutes must have passed in real time. I lean against a wall and look at the audience. Everybody keeps paying attention to the gibberish lecture. I’m not in the center of the dream at all, which is very unusual. I really feel as if I’ve walked into the dreamworld as a lucid visitor undercover, neither disrupting or pulling any attention.

I look at my hands and count to seven fingers, but I never doubted I was dreaming, I know I’m sleeping in my bed and that my flatmate is probably still banging around in the kitchen. I look at the audience, looking away and back. Nothing weird happens.

I think about something to do without changing the scenery or trying to take control of things, and remember that somebody on DV said that it was cool to listen to music in dreams. I look for my phone in my pocket, I untangle my headphones (it tangles up even in dreams) and put them in my ears. There is already music playing, and it’s the opening song from HOUSE M.D. Totally weird, I probably haven’t heard that song for at least 3 months.

Oh, random subconscious, how I love you. The song sounds just like it should, no weirdness or unexpected noise.

The lecture is still going, and nothing weird or random has happened. On one hand I think this is really cool that the dream is so stable, but on the other it’s a little boring to waste lucidity like this. I mean, there is no plot in the dream! I’m a total outsider!

Sick of this, I turn towards a random guy in the audience and will him to shift into a monster. It’s really hard, it’s like the dream is fighting me, but he slowly turns, he gets black eyes and a really wide, creepy smile with shark-like teeth.

He starts coming at me, and I lift my arm and concentrate on flinging him across the room with pure willpower, certain that it will work since the dream is so stable and I’m so confident.

But no! He keeps coming at me, time slows down as he lunges, all wide grin and razorsharp teeth …

I kick him right in the stomach the last second. The kick feels really weak, but somehow he still flies through the air … Right into the lecturer! Time slows down yet again, matrix-like, as the both crashes into a table.

Everybody in the room starts shouting, confused. I feel as if I reaaally fucked this seminar up. Ooops. I better get out of here.

I turn around and start morphing into a wolf. It takes some concentration, but finally I feel as a wolf. I start running towards the exit, but it’s a little hard to steer and I bang into the doorway. It hurts!

I run into the exact same corridor as before. This is so weird, how stable this dream is! I think idly about how long time has passed since I entered the dream. At least 15 minutes!

I start looking for a way out of the building, wanting to get to a forest or something. As I run the song “Pärlor” by Kent plays.

The dream starts to fade! Noooo. I start spinnng round, but still wake up. I lie completely still, hoping to fall asleep again … And yes. I see some trees! I enter the dream again.

Through the mirror world into Mordor


I’m sitting in a canopy. I take a moment to really get into the dream, stabilizing the enviroment, looking at my hands and so on. I look at the leaves around me. They are red and yellow maple leaves. I pick one and smell it, and it smells like chocolate! I bite into it, but it just tastes bitter and a little like grass … : (

I stand up on the branch that I “woke up” on, looking around. There is a clear blue sky with fluffy white clouds, and when I look out over the land it’s a big yellow wheat-field. It’s really beautiful. I take into the sky flying. It feels awesome!
I fly higher and higher, feeling the wind in my hair … So awesome.

But the higher I fly, the weirder the ground looks. It’s as if the horizon ends way to early, and the sky just “loops around”. The ground is slowly diappearing, and I try to will it to stretch further on, but it doesn’t work. As I fly onward, the ground slowly disappears, and soon there is clouds everywhere.

Okey then, I think. Here we go. I fall, or rise, towards the sky, I’m not really sure. but as I get real close gravity shifts, and it turns out the “sky” is a reflection in the water. I’m at sea! There is water everywhere, and a clear blue sky ahead. Just blue skies and clouds everywhere!

I can’t even describe how awesome this looked. Anyways, I start flying over the water. I think that I want to go faster, and I hear a voice saying “there is 5 more levels, you want me to increase speed?” I think yes please and sure enough, I speed up.

Then the clouds darken ahead, and it looks like Mordor ahead or something, angry black clouds and fire.

The water underneath me becomes orange, then turns to molten lava.
Huge rocks shoots up from underneath the surface, and I dodge around them the best I can. It feels as if something is trying to keep me away from that Mordor-like mountain!

I just keep flying, trying to get there, but then my visual fades … I try to hang, but nope … I wake up.


Awesome dreams though! It was really neat to not try to control the first dream, and I still can’t get over how stable the dream was. Insane, I tell ya.

Dream Start:
I was walking with Kayla and talk to her about how I like her and she suddenly told me that I could wrap my arm around her back(Very hard to do in real-life) and somehow I did.We were still walking then we teleported to my friends house and started talking again(Same Subject).And she said "Do you want to hug me?You can If you want..." I did as she said,thinking this is not a dream.We kissed twice and then sat down and start talking again.This time,I am unsure what we were talking about because the dream faded away and I woke up.
Dream End.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in an art class, located in my son’s junior high school.There are students all around, and I seem to be one of them, though I stillfeel like I’m a grown-up. I don’t ask permission to leave the room when I needto go to the bathroom. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk across the hall to the closest bathroom. The halllooks like any typical school building; smooth-brick for the walls, lockers onboth sides, and a dull reflection on the tile from a window at the end of thehall. Nothing seems surprising about my location or my presence.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I never view myself inside the bathroom but when I walk outand head back to class I find that I am lost. I thought my classroom was just awalk across the hall but I can’t seem to find it. Nothing seems familiar, andthere are lockers where I thought the class door should be.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk a little further along the hall towards my left andfind a corridor that leads to another wing parallel to the one I am in. I walkthrough to this other wing and begin trying doors, hoping I’ll get lucky. Thefirst door I try has kids in it that are too young to be my classmates. Theyappear to be first graders and none seem familiar. They take no notice of me asI step back out and close the door.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I try a second door and again I don’t find my class. Thepeople seem to be the right age but I don’t recognize anyone. It’s clearly thewrong class.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I find no satisfaction at the third door either. As I openit a nearby teen looks up at me with an expectant look on his face. He appearsto be about 13 years old, thin with dark hair and wearing a collared shirt. Igive him a nervous smile and say, “Hi, older kids. Don’t mind me.” Nearly all the kids in the class are lookingat me as I exit the room, and I feel really uncomfortable.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The last door I try turns out to be my classroom, and myrelief at finally finding it is almost overwhelming. Just as I enter the classI find the bell ringing and it is time for everyone to go to lunch. Everyonewalks out of the classroom, and the teacher leaves through a different doorthat leads outside. I decide to follow her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I walk outside I recall that the teacher was nice to me,and I want to talk to her. She’s a pretty Asian woman, dressed sharply in a mauvehalf-dress, an unusual yet flattering choice for teaching. Her heels don’t seemto slow her down as she navigates a rock-path that crosses a small stream thatburbles down the slight hill between school buildings.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk past her and she smiles at me, making a slow turn tofollow my gaze as I pass behind her. If I didn’t know better I would assume shewas flirting with me. I definitely want to impress her, and have her look favorablyat me, so the first thing I do as I get close to her is reach down and pick upsome of the pink goo that has collected along the edges of the stream. Liftinga handful I put it in my mouth, almost biting into it despite its appearance offoam. It tastes pink, unlike gum or frosting but definitely sweet, and pink isthe best word to describe the taste. I hold it up to an unseen audience andwith a mouthful of goo I pronounce it good, and safe to eat.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Suddenly doubting my popularity I head back up the gentlehill to the school. There is an outdoor hall in front of me and lots ofstudents are loitering here. This is a good sign to me, and I expect that I won’thave to wait long in line to get my lunch. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking in to the cafeteria I am assaulted by the usualnoise and smells that come with a school eating hall. Despite my earlier visitto the bathroom I need to pee again. I go in search of a bathroom and my questtakes me to the far side of the cafeteria. I feel slightly sick from smellingall the food in the room.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find a bathroom and open the door, only to find itoccupied by a young boy. I apologize and hastily close the door, noticing asign that indicates the bathroom is for boys. I don’t think it was there beforeI opened the door, or I would have noticed it. I certainly wouldn’t have gonein had I seen the sign.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The next door over is another bathroom, and this one alsohas a sign on it indicating it is intended for males. I gently push against thedoor and it slowly opens, revealing an empty room with four stalls jammed closetogether on one wall and a trough on the other. There is no toilet and no sinkin the room.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk into the tiny closet of a room, because I really needto pee. Because there is no toilet I am debating if I could use one of theexisting receptacles, but there is also no toilet paper, and this distressesme. As I complete my turn I notice there is also no lock on the door, and infact a square-foot chunk of the door is missing where a door-lock wouldnormally be. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I become lucid as I open the door, finding myself standingthere with my pants down around my ankles. I know it’s a dream because I wouldnever stand in any unlocked bathroom with my clothes down, let alone thecafeteria I begin walking in to. Emerging from the other bathroom is the kid Isaw earlier, and like me he has his pants down also. I feel sorry for him as helooks very embarrassed, but in contrast I am quite calm. Knowing it’s a dreamallows me not to worry about the people in the cafeteria, most of whom seem notto have noticed me anyway. My only concern is to find some toilet paper.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I’m in downtown Austin, heading west on what appears to be 7[/SIZE][SIZE=2]th[/SIZE][SIZE=3]Street. I’m driving my vehicle with some friends in the back seat, and everyoneis talking.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Ahead of me is a female jogger wearing bright green shorts.She has a companion but my eye is drawn to the bright green shorts and her nicelegs. I find myself wishing to be her. She’s clearly in great shape, and Ihaven’t been able to run with endurance like hers since high school. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The jogger turns south onto a cross-street. I think aboutfollowing her but I don’t want anyone else in the car to know I’m payingattention to her. She passes a pedi-cab and this gives me a good reason to lookat her. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Look!” I say, “It’s a pedi-cab!” I point out the vehiclebut then realize I could have looked at her and simply not said anything atall. I feel more conspicuous than ever.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As we pass the cross-street my vehicle changes into a rickshaw.It feels weird pulling the weight of three people up a hill, and I’m surprisedI can make it. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Somehow we end up in an area of downtown that looks like the1880’s, and all the buildings are made of wood. I have the impression we aresomewhere near Joe’s Crab Shack though it isn’t visible. Perhaps it was theappearance of the buildings that made me think of shacks. I don’t really know.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]Dream 4-[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri](Oddly, despite the vivid detail in this dream I don’tbelieve I was lucid, unusual for a dream where I examine carpet and grass indetail)[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m holding a party at my house. I know this because thereare tons of people around, inside and outside, and all seem to be carrying theplastic Solo cups with their drinks in them. Some people look a bit inebriated,despite the early hour.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking down a set of stairs I am doing my best to allay thefears of one of my friends. Apparently the party is being held for a reason,though my friend is expressing concerns about something important. “Relax”, Itell them,” look around. All these people paid admission to be here.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Indeed there are plenty of people around, and raising themoney necessary should be no problem. Sadly, I never find out what the problemis.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]One of my friends came up behind me at some point and placeda headband on me with pointed cat ears sticking up from it. I smiled andthanked them when it happened but then promptly forgot about their placement onmy head, much like I forgot about the important reason for having a party.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Downstairs I walk into what appears to be the cafeteria, andalmost immediately I freak out. I know my hair is pulled back and I wanted itto be down. I hate walking around with my hair pulled back unless it’s a hotday and hat weather. I reach up to feel my hair and find the cat ears stickingup from my head. This calms me down and I relax. I look good in them, and theymake me feel like being in a party mood.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk around the room and talk to various people, playingthe role of a good MC. I pat people on the back, check to make sure they arehaving a fun time. Oddly the triplet daughters of my friend are at the party,and I say hi to them like they were any other party-goer. I think one of themgave me the cat ears.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The party continued on outside and I headed out to the poolhouse. I could see people roaming around in the sun on the lawn between thepool house and the main house but I was more interested in the carpeting justinside the doorway. It was shaggy, an orange-brown color, and seemed out ofplace in a pool house. My view zoomed in and I examined the loops and swirls ofthe fabric that made up the carpet, in much the same way I would examine an oldcoin. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]From this view I shifted to examining the blades of grassjust outside the sliding glass door. They were excessively bright, andrealistically vivid, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. I wanted to liedown in them and just feel them, but I never did. I could smell them, adistinct smell that was accompanied by a hint of chlorine and suntan lotionfrom the nearby pool. I never saw the pool but I knew it had to be aroundsomewhere. The grass was apparently more interesting.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Notes Dream Lucid

Fragment 1: I was in this hotel, talking to some ladies. It seems that they got their style from 1940 or something.We were talking about hypnosis and some animals, I think :S

Dream 1:I was in a forest, with a group of people. We were returning home after, we had accomplished a goal/objective. "Home" was the place that we spent the time waiting for objectives.It actually kind of looked like my classroom :S There was a vote on who would get killed, and it happend to be my Patrik, my classmate . He was the "Captain" of our team, wich means that he was the leader of the group.

The fact that he got killed meant, that we had to get a new leader. Our techer would choose one while we was asleep, and then get the news ay dawn. Guess who became the captain?

When I got the news, I actually got kind of shocked. I said: "I can't be a leader, I'm bad at leading people!" but my teacher said that it was to late to switch captain.

We got our objective, wich was running throu the forest, and past all obsticals. We started to run the designated path. It's around here were I wake up.

Dream 2: I had missed the buss, so I was walking to the next busstop. When I finally reached the busstop, I saw Sofia and Sara. One of them is my neighbour, and one of them is my classmate. They were waiting on the buss, but debated if they would take the buss that goes in 5 minutes, or the next one.

Finally me and them got on to the buss, that were coming in 5 minutes. The thing is tho that they kind of dissapeard. Now I saw Patrik and a 5 years old on the buss. He was telling the kid that it was childish to eat bananaskidz( a type of candy) This is where the dream ends.

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 Club Rumba.

Spoiler for Theme of the dream:

Its nighttime and im walking down a sidewalk with Natalia. She is wearing a outfit just like the one in the picture. We enter this nightclub, with the music playing from the spoiler bar. There are people dancing, drinking and having a good time. Me and Natalia are carrying briefcases and walk past people dancing and socializing in this crowded nightclub. We walk up these stairs and walk down this hall to find a door in the back, guarded by a beautiful latin woman. She ask us who are we here to see, Natalia tells her the mans name we are here to see. We walk in to find this latin guy who looks like Cheech Marin. He was drinking some liquor in a small glass, dancing with 4 beautiful women in short skirts.

(Cheech Marin looking guy talking)

"Hey...welcome to Club Rumba! Natalia how bout a drink babe?"

(Natalia talking)

"Sure, i'll have whatever you're having."

We are now sitting down on the couch, and the guy escorts the ladies out so we can talk business. Natalia sets the briefcase on the glass table and the man hands Natalia her drink and asks me if i wanted one too. I tell him sure, (Even though i don't drink anymore in wl) Natalia asks the man for some important documents. He hands them to Natalia and she starts looking thru everything and hands it to me. (My memory is foggy about what was in there) I hold on to it and the man says that he has some goodies for us. He shows us this back room full of guns, herbs, drugs, and files. Natalia picks up some colorful pills and puts them down in this ziplock bag and gives it to me.

She grabs a few of the guns the man has in a cabinet as well. We walk back in the room and get ready to leave the man tells Natalia to come by more often to see him and Natalia says..

(Natalia talking)

"As long as you keep this supply coming in, im your number one customer."

(Cheech Marin looking guy talking)

"Hey...thats my girl!"

(He starts dancing again)

(Natalia shakes her head)

(Me)

We leave the room and head back downstairs to the lower area of the nightclub. A woman runs past and snatches Natalia's ziplock bag of pills. Natalia runs after her, grabs the woman by her hair and pulls her down to the ground. Natalia is punching her in the face to a bloody pulp, and gets up and starts stomping her face to a bloody pulp. A big bouncer comes over and pulls Natalia off of the poor woman. Natalia jerks her arm from the man and tells him to get the fuck off of her. She grabs her ziplock bag from off of the floor and says..

(Natalia talking)

"Next time you ever try some foolish shit like that again, your dead!"

(Natalia spits on her)

And we leave the club.


Dream #2 Smiling faces tell lies.

Spoiler for Theme of the dream:

Im sitting down on a chair outside reading the newspaper. It is sunny outside, and it is awful quiet i hear some rustling in some bushes near me an look over to see IT the clown!



(IT talking)

"Hey, i want to share some vital information with you."

"Yea? What is it?"

"Their all out to get ya."

"Who is?"

He starts looking around and taking his hands and cupping them around his mouth whispering to me.

"Everybody. I would especially keep an eye out for that big boy on his way to your house right now. If i were you, i chop him up into itty bitty pieces and make an example out of him."

I start thinking long and hard about everything he is telling me. I look at him and say...

"Why are you telling me this anyway? Should'nt i be worried about you too? I mean..you did say everybody is out to get me. Should'nt that include you too?"

"Of course not buddy ol pal. Im a friend of yours. Why...you can trust me!"

"Hmm, if you say so."

He tells me that he will come back to me after i finish the job or something like that. A heavy set black dude walks over to my house and starts asking me if i wanted to play the game with him i tell him sure. We walk into my house and sit down on the couch and start playing King Of Fighters 13 on the PS3. after about a few mins, i tell him that i have to go use the restroom real quick. I go in the bathroom and stare into the mirror. I become lucid and start thinking about what IT the clown. I begin wondering if what he said was all part of some sort of sick twisted game. I look into the mirror and dive thru it and end up somewhere in a sewer underground.


WILD - Dream #3 Zombie filled underground.





Im now underground in some underground tunnel someplace. There are two parts of the tunnels (Like the pic) I am looking at. I decide to walk towards the one on the left. I open up the narrow door, and find a bunch of creepy looking zombies. I start glowing gold and pounding away at them with my fist. I defeat a army of them, and make my thru another door.


Final dream: Clowns last party.






I now enter a creepy looking room...




To find IT the clown eating some cereal watching porn on t.v I interupt him by saying..

"Enjoying that soggy ass cereal clown?"

(IT the clown talking)

"What? Fruity Pebbles taste good when its soggy!"



"Whatever man. Look you ready to die?"

"Sure sure sure. Hang on one sec...let me just finish this last bowl."

I kick the bowl of cereal out of his hands and grab him by the collar and throw him across the room.

"Im sick of playing around clown!"

He runs to another area of this spooky looking house hiding in the shadows laughing and creeping out only to say..



"Peeka booo, i seeee youuuuu. (Laughs like a maniac)

He keeps creeping in and out the shadows laughing and saying peeka boo the whole time. I grow impatient punching walls and growling.

"Ugh...come out you damn coward!"



"Naa naa na naa na..you will never get meeee."

(He laughs like goofy)

I feel the dream closing in on me and him say..

"Farewell...until we meet again."

I pound the floor, and woke up pounding my pillow! Lol

Here I will post my dreams, both lucid and non-lucids. I shall try to keep orders with lots of tags and so on.



Colour coded for your convinience:

Non-Lucid
Semi-Lucid/lacking in clarity or stability.
Lucid
Notes/thoughts/clarifications/interpretion is in regular black.

I lay down on the floor, getting ready for bed. I was sleeping over at my grandmother's house in the dream, but it wasn't her real house. My sister and I were sleeping in what looked like a large living room. My other sister, Ken, was sleeping in a bed somewhere in the house. So we slept on a pallet on the floor.

I "woke up" at around dawn. My grandmother came running in. She told us there was a thief in the house.

I got up and tiptoed around, my grandmother following me. I didn't hear anything. I looked out of the nearest window, and sure enough there was a hooded figure running through the nearby yard away from the house. He was holding what looked like a Wal-Mart plastic bag.

He ran into a crowd of people going to school. I shot through the hallway, and out the door, determined to catch him. He was walking by now. I darted in front of him.

"What did you take!?" I yelled, trying to get his attention.
He looked up at me. He looked familiar, oddly familiar. He was very tall; much taller than me. His hood almost hid his eyes.
He sighed, then threw the bag down.
"Here," he said. "I don't need it."
He looked at me. I noticed a sad look in his eyes, like he was searching for something.
He turned and walked away, through the crowd.
I stood there, my head spinning. How did I do that? I thought to myself.

I looked inside the bag. There was a shrunken version of my backpack in there, and a couple of books I had at the house.
Well I better go back.

I walked back inside the house. My grandmother and my sisters ran up to me. "Are you okay?" They asked. I said I was fine, but a bit troubled. Why would he give these back?

I walked into a little room on the right. Ken followed me inside. I looked up to a picture on the wall. The boy in the picture looked a lot like the hooded boy, only in the picture it was a younger version of him.

When Ken looked at the picture, she said she knew who he was. He used to live in this house. I guess he was looking for something but was too embarrassed to walk up and ask or something like that.

Then the dream ended.

"Saab! Saab!"

I yell this over and over at the top of my lungs. I have no idea what it means.

Somehow, I feel very anxious about something. I look around me and see that I am at a wooden dock at the edge of a lake. I look at the water. It looks black and stagnant. It smells putrid too.

There is noone else in the area, and I can't see anything in the distance besides trees and shrubs in weird hypnotic colors. I try to look at them for a few seconds, but it hurts my eyes and it makes me feel dizzy so I look away, back at the lake.

"Saab!", I yell again.

I hear the flapping of what seems to be a very large bird a few feet behind me. I turn around and see a man flying down towards the dock. Yes. He is flying. Or falling, descending, whichever.

The first thing that I notice are his wings. They are so huge and spread out to about four times the man's size. They are also silver in color, and somewhat shiny and glittery. I stand there, dumbfounded. He was beautiful.

As he lands on the wooden deck, it creaks beneath his weight. Then he gently folds his wings at his sides. He takes two steps forward.

The man doesn't seem to be wearing anything but a blue cloth around his waist. He isn't fat nor thin. He looks quite fit actually, and yes, hooray! He has abs.

It doesn't even register to me that he is another kind of being. At that moment, it feels perfectly normal to me.

What catches my attention is the fact that I can't see his face. There seems to be some bright white light emanating from it. I try to look, but it is too radiant. I put my hands over my eyes and whisper, "Saab?".

"Mmhmm", he replies.

For some weird reason, I feel like I've known him for a long time. His voice is very deep, and it sounds very familiar and reassuring.

"How've you been, Paigey?"

I don't know what to say to this strange man. I fall silent, hands in my face. I am slightly hypnotized by his tone, and I rack my brain, trying to think about where I've heard him before.

He then starts talking really fast in a different language. I don't know what language it is, but it doesn't seem to be something I know or something I've heard before.

"Adsujaybiowakaduwifudjyadhwier". Or something like that. (Close enough.)

Whatever he was saying, it sounded beautiful for some reason.

"Whaaa?!," I say, frustrated.

I forget that I'm still covering my eyes. He grabs my wrists, and starts pulling them away from my face.

"I said...", he whispers.

"...look at me."

He lets go of my hands, and I contemplate in silence whether I should open my eyes or not.

Then I decide to.

My eyes flutter open, but the beautiful winged man is no longer in sight. I look around, but he is nowhere to be found. I am alone once again.

I look back at the lake, and notice that the water is now crystal clear with some kind of bluish glow to it. I also notice that the place smells like apples.

The wooden dock suddenly starts trembling like crazy. I wobble, trying to keep my balance.

"Saab! Saab!," I find myself yelling over and over, before I finally wake up to my sister shaking the life out of me, trying to wake me up for school.

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The thing is, I don't know who the man was, nor do I know what he was. To others, he may be called an angel. I don't know. I am uncertain about their existence, but I'd like to keep an open mind. There are just some things I'd rather not question -- things that are too complicated for my little brain to comprehend. I don't know what the dream meant, but I'd like to hope that somewhere, somehow, there is a beautiful winged man watching over and protecting me. (And making sure I don't get my ass in trouble!)


*Wow. So deep. LOL.*

I remember something about my friend playing Gears of War 3, which he doesn't have , and then I see that he had a new skateboard deck, (a baker) but it turned out being his sister's (she's never skated in her life as far as I know). I ollied on it inside the house once, and it cracked into 6 pieces. I did this in their parent's room for some reason.

This one was rather odd, but very memorable. I was in a dodgeball game, wearing an old wool sweater, that had a zipper curiously placed on the right shoulder. I remember wearing it rarely in waking life, and it was always extremely scratchy and generally uncomfortable. So I was wearing this sweater, and I was in my school's gymnasium. There was a girl who is not in my class, playing a Harry Potter game on a laptop.

One of my P.E. teachers is a huge pedo, and he made some sly comment to the girl who was playing the harry potter game. What that comment was I can't remember. My (female) P.E. teacher was in the boys locker room. I remember going in the locker room and finding some other sweater that wasn't mine on the bench. I also remember something about giving people little orbs of green energy and I was calling them "chromosomes". That's all I can remember.

This one is fragmented, mainly because it's from a few months ago, but also because I never recalled the majority of the dream in the first place. I was in a neigborhood that doesn't exist, but seems to be a fusion of the neighborhood I live in now, and one that goes in kind of a circle around a small pond (in the dream the curve was very exaggerated, and the whole dream had a very curvy and off feel to it. Everything was warped far to the left, except my friend and I). So I was with someone I was friends with at the time, and we were just walking around the neighborhood. Something that I do a lot with my friends in waking life. The houses looked very big and expensive (and these houses reminded me of yet another neighborhood that a different friend lives in). In my dream journal, I mentioned something about that dream somehow being related to DreamViews, but I have no clue how. I don't remember such a thing. That's about it. Not very detailed, but I feel like entering some memorable old dreams will stimulate/improve my recall.