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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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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/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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[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]
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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.

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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.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’ve only slept two-and-a-half hours but I’m already beingwoken by my neighbor’s contractors. They are loud and moving about not far frommy bedroom. I’m listening to their words as they cuss and talk about the moldingson his house. I really hate them.[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I fall back asleep but I can now see their words floating inthe air above me as they penetrate the wall by my head. The words are white andbold, as though someone typed them in their air. I am shooting them with mylaser rifle for points. Words that end in -y- are worth 7 points, words thathave a -th- in them are worth 5 pointsand any word that ends in -s- is worth 3 points. All other words are worth oneunless it ends in a double vowel.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]While playing this game I can see my score adding up on anearby scoreboard mounted inside the wall to my right. Normally this would bewhere my closet is. I’m listed as the Home team. The Visitor team hasn’t shotyet and their score is zero. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m suddenly aware of fans sitting in bleachers on the edgeof the room, and most are cheering for me. I look down at the clothes I’mwearing and find they are bright blue. I suddenly become lucid, rememberingthat blue is my dream sign (as listed in my workbook) and I touch my shirtwhile looking down at it. My hand becomes blue, absorbing the color from theshirt like a paper towel absorbs water, and I start laughing. I can’t believemy hand is actually blue! I turn it this way and that to make sure it is real,counting my fingers and finding all five are in place. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I can’t believe my RC actually worked, and the wonder of itmakes me feel like I’m about to lose my dream. I start reciting,” I amdreaming, I am dreaming!” and my dream stabilizes. My surroundings have changedinto a basketball court but this doesn’t suit me. I’ve never been one to standout and perform, even hating being inside the gym in high school. I know I can’tjust walk out without a reason so I shoot directly at a blank spot in thebleachers, creating a hole just big enough to walk through if I bend over. Thismakes the crowd cheer with a roar![/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I drop my gun, which looks something like a Tommy Gun mixedwith a child’s toy, white and plastic and cheap-looking. I don’t need it anylonger and I really just want to go somewhere else. I walk through the hole,passing the faceless opposing team as I do, words coming out of their mouthssimilar to the ones I was shooting but smaller. Their heads seem too small fortheir bodies.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I see the janitor up ahead mopping the floor. He’s old,wearing coveralls and using a silver pail for his water instead of the bigmop-bucket on wheels that I am used to seeing. As I approach he offers me themop he’s using and just as I take it, I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Stupid contractors are still outside.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I was with some people I've ever seen in my life that my family was in the dream, we were in an amusement park in Belgium at night. The part of the park that we were was full of poor houses of wood, resembled to Hogsmeade, a member of my family tried to climb one of the houses because it was an attraction and was closed, but when he tried to climb it came out backwards by a shock.

I stopped to think how this amusement park was familiar, I reminded it of several of my dream. So I was lucid, but when I became lucid I woke up, I tried to sleep again to return to the dream.
I was walking down a road to leave the park at night, until I decided to go back. I went to the control room and there was some guys from my school, they were playing Warcraft 3 on their laptops.

I was in some weird Hotel type place. It was kind of nice. I was with a girl, and the Mob was after her. I started running down the dark hallway outside the rooms. There were rooms to my right and my left, but I could run in a circle around the rooms on my left.

I kept turning the corner waiting to see the mob. Finally, I turned the corner and saw them. I kicked at least one guy. He was gone.

Then I was going back to the girl when I heard a noise. I started running around the corner to find who was there. I turned a couple corners and nobody was there. On the third turn, maybe the fourth (which wouldn't make sense), I saw two guys with guns. I stopped. They had me. They shot me, though I never heard or felt anything.

Next thing I knew I was on the ground...but I wasn't dead. I started realizing I was dreaming.

The two guys started kicking me. It didn't hurt, but seeing their feet coming at me was a bit disconcerting. I thought I would grab their legs and pull them down with super-strength. I had trouble doing that, but I was using my will very positively.

Dream skip

I'm with the girl alone. she reminds me of a live anime character. She is quiet and has dark hair. She is someone I knew from school. I begin making love to her.

Somehow there is now a blondish girl. She eventually turns into another dark haired girl from school. She acts innocent, but I rip her tight clothing off.

It really doesn't want to come off. I want the other girl more, but I struggle and get this girls clothes off. Her body is devine.

Once her clothes are off, I position myself so that she is behind me and I am making love to the first girl. I do that for a bit.

I realize that even with my good fortune, you are supposed to do an RC. I look at my hand to stabilize. I have 5 fingers, but my hand is distorted. I go back to the girls. It is fantastic, but soon I find I'm trying to screw some kind of false device. It isn't working out so well anymore and my dream is over.

Somewhere along the line I had a false awakening, but it didn't phase me. I think it actually led into my lucid.

Epic

Dream Start:
I started off in a hall way,a LONG,NARROW,constricting hallway like this:
but darker.I am with my two Friends Alex and Kayla.(Note:I am in love with Kayla in real life.)We are all talking and we teleport on my command to the park that is next to where I live(There is TWO parks,one for kids,one for dog walking,we were in the dog park).And Alex starts to raise is phone and says "Look." I made the mistake of looking and he was watching porn .And for some reason he laughed for a short time and After he laughed I laughed hysterically non-stop and Kayla asked "What?What so funny?" I snatched Alex's phone out of his hand and while still laughing,showed it to her.She reacted in a way I thought she would not have reacted like,she looked at him with a weird smile/"Why'd you do that? face" While still laughing I used my Lucid "powers" to "freeze" her and relive me laughter try to go up and kiss her ,but when I was centimeters away I felt a slight headache and she unfrozed ,I question what just happened to myself and looked at Kayla.She looked back thinking the same thing.Then I saw in the corner of my Eye a sillouette oh a woman of a resemblance of the woman who ALWAYS RUINS AND ENDS MY DREAMS . Then I woke up.
Dream End.

Another DILD last night.

The first part was vivid, but the rest was an absolute blur. Probably for a good reason (My listing method was in effect somehow). Anyway, something happened that made me question if it was a dream or not. I walked away and did a nose-plug RC. I experimented with it a little, kind of fascinated. I can't remember anything else. I probably lost lucidity at some point.