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I finally decided yesterday that I would actively pursue Lucid Dreaming as an interesting hobby. And depending on my success, that is to say how often I'm able to conjure them, it could lead to other 'things'. The first thing I did was investigate the physical aids to Lucidity. What I discovered was that those aids were no magic pill. They were and are designed to create dream signs. To me, a dream sign is an aspect of your current dream that is directly and immediately being influenced by something in the wakeing world...such as flashing lights of a mask or your need to go to the bathroom.

I went to bed last night without expecting anything to happen, though before I fell asleep I realized I would need to go to the bathroom during the night but I was too lazy to get up. As it turns out this was the exact perfect thing, because during my dreaming (and I only recognized this after the fact) there was a lot going on with jugs of orange juice or soda. It was the dream sign of water or liquid and it was filling my dream because of my need to go to the bahroom.

The key is to keep the stimulus (whatever it is) low profile enough so that you don't immediately wake up when it begins, but also constant enough that your mind creates dream signs around it.

Moving forward I plan on performing a Reality Check any time I come into contact with a liquid, that would be either drinking water/coffee or carrying a container of water.

Reflecting back, the "full bladder" dream signs have always involved liquid in some way.

And I choose this way as the cheapest and easiest means.

This should get interesting...

(The following is the continuation of a previous post...)


I wandered around the grounds, looking for people, I went to the back of the school where people were practicing flying, transforming, and other tricks. I walked around looking for someone with cards, then I came across two nerdy looking kids sitting at a little plastic table. I walked over and noticed they had yugioh cards. I talked with them for a bit and decided to go back. I walked in and 8 was still at the wooden table. I sat next to her.

"What took you so long?" she asked.

"I was like two minutes," I replied.

She smiled, "That's still too long."

The next thing I knew, we were making out and within seconds, everything went black as if I slept in my dream, and what do you know? I wake up beside her in my room.

Holy crap! I thought to myself, how did that even happen?

8 was still asleep so I decided to go for a walk, I went out and had another forgetful confrontation with the head master. I went behind the school and went for a walk in the woods. I eventually got bored and decided to go back and have a little fun. When I returned to school grounds the sun had just risen above the tree tops, and I had nothing to do. I went up to my room, where 8 was still lying in bed, awake now. We watched eachother, trying to keep from any awkward coversations.

"Well, that was fun," she said.

I stood in the doorway and scratched my head and smiled, "You wanna do somthing?"

She slowly sat up, "What?"

"I don't know, what do you do for fun around here?" I asked.

She smiled and got up, she took my hand and brought me to the table we were at before. We waited for a minute and then she pulled out a paper, "Draw something big, and scary."

8 handed me the paper and I started drawing, I didn't even have a pencil. I drew a dinosaur/humanoid with giant arms and handed her back the paper. She smiled and folded it up. She took my hand again and pulled me out the door and behind the school.

She heald the paper infront of my face, "Look at this," she said, "How about you make it real, then we can fight it."

I observerd the drawing, I already knew its details, seeing as I drew it. I thought about its giant arms, how his skin would be the color of darkened almonds, how he would bare his teeth when he was angry, then I saw him, right behind 8. We both began flying, and we had an epic battle, one too epic for words. When it was defeated, we landed back on the ground. 8 hugged me as tightly as I would imagine possible, we stood there for a minute, still hugging. She suddenly released me.

"I'm gonna miss you," she said, and she gave me one last kiss.

(The following was a very long dream, so I will post it in differnet parts...)



It started on a train. I was standing alone in my car, watching as we passed red lights every three yards or so. We went through a forest, then under a mountain, it stopped at the edge of a lake. All I could see was a magnificent series of buildings of different shapes and sizes, each with a unique color light around it. Thre was the rectangular green building, medium height, some round windows, others only slits moving horizontaly along the edge. The mountain shaped red building to its right, a bit taller, no visible windows. There was the wave shaped building behind both, blue almost completely made of glass. The pointed yellow building was last (now that I think of it, these colors are like the ones from the houses of Hogwarts) this building was the shape of an upright needle, only with horizontal slits for windows, placed at the far back, a bit right of the blue building.

I don't know how it happened, but I teleported across the lake, only after that did I realize I was dreaming. I was introduced to the headmaster, I don't remember much about how he looked or acted, he sort of just existed. I was then brought into the green-lit building where I hung out in the lobby.

I sat in a teal beanbag chair and observed the inside, I was sitting next to the stairs, they were wood and went up the center of the room. The rug underneath me was a greyer teal and all around the room were balconies, going all up the walls. I figured they lead to our rooms and I soon found out I was right.

I noticed a girl and a boy, both with brown hair, sitting in beanbag chairs at a low, wooden table across the room. I walked over to them.

"Where am I?" I asked.

They replied, "the dream academy"

The girl spoke on her own, "Hi, I'm (I can't remember, so I'll call her 8) 8," I just realized how beautiful she was, "7 (what I'll call the guy) will show you around."

7 stood up and lead me up the stairs only one floor, he opened a door on one of the balcanies and showed me in, the walls were all white and there was one big round window at the end of the room, beside it was the bed. I looked out the window and saw the sun setting, but it was already night, was it rising? The sky actually turned orange and when I turned around, 7 was gone. I walked out of my room back down to 8. She layed out some cards on the table.

"What are these for?" I asked.

"They're to help our abilities while dreaming." she replied, I noticed her smile at me.

I observed the cards for a minute, "These are Yugioh cards," I said.

"Good, you recognized them, now go outside and find some people with cards."

I went outside, under a white bridge connecting the green and white building, I saw the headmaster, all I remember is asking him whay there were different colored buildings, I think he answered but I don't remember anything having to do with him.

-to be continued...

I'm at Charles Xavier´s mansion. I´m an X-Men.
I'm Wolverine.

The mansion is white with brown doors. It has tall columns, white as well.

In a room is Gambit and Storm . In another room is a younger Storm.
She wants to be the successor of the older one.
The older Storm, doesn´t think the new one is good enough to succeed her.

I decide to test the new one and we both go to the Danger Room to train.

She flies a bit and then lands in front of me.

She raises her hands and I see, from the the tips of her fingers, yellow rays coming out in cascade.
I think that the visual effect is very poorly done.
We struggled a little, and I think she's got enough technique.
The wooden door separating the room of Gambit and the Danger Room is closed, and suddenly it is covered with a metal door that closes and locks us into the Danger Room.
I look at the window and i think:
"I'm Wolverine,i have mutant healing factor, so I do not think it will cost nothing if i throw myself through the window.
I think the pieces of glass will not hurt me at all."
I run towards the window and run through it. I Land on the other side, the porch, without any pain.

This is a dream that I had every now and then from the age of hmmm about five to twelve? I started having it a few years before I moved which was when I was six and stopped sometime around the end of elementarty/beginning of middle school which woule be eleven. I know five is a pretty early age for this dream but I guess that is why it stuck. It is simple really. . .

I was in my backyard. In the house I lived in at the time the yard basicly circled around it. the grass was very tall, about up to my chest. I had two strangers searching for me, both men. One had a shotgud and the other had a pistol. Sometimes it was night and sometimes it was afternoon but always the same things happening. I would run around crouching behind the grass trying to keep my distance and sometimes sitting still while they walk past searchign for me. I think someties they shot at me but in a "something moved over there so I will shoot wildly" kind of way. It is the only dream I have had more than twice and it happened over years. One of the very few dreams I have ever had that scared me.

(This is an old dream, I just thought this would be a nice start)
(Oh, and I'm going to write these as stories rather than descriptions)


It was just an average day in school, except, it wasn't. It was an average night, but at school. So it was just another night at school. I was hanging with my friends, talking about random stuff, then there came a noise. Outside was about a thousand aliens, like the jakals from Halo's covenant all covered in purple armor. I ran out, for no reason, I just thought it would be fun to fight som aliens, so I did. I even started flying, even though it was a normal dream. I eventually got bored and flew back inside. Everyone was cowering in the cafeteria, lying down, shaking and whispering to eachother.

"Oh, come on!" I complained, only a few bothered to turn their heads.

The girl I liked at the time (as in I like someone else), let's call her: "W" (her name doesn't even have a W in it), anyways, she was lying with some random guy. He gave her his hat and they started kissing. Suddenly, an ogre with an apple for a head and a cape knocked down the door and everyone went running, except W and the random guy, they were still kissing (I don't think they ever stopped) The ogre shot fire and I got up to fight him. A rather....well, large, person ran by scraming on fire, throwing paper everywhere.

"Why?" said the ogre.

I simply shrugged and threw paper at him, which caught on fire as it left my hands. (unfortunately paper has a lot of air resistance, so it barely made it a foot away).

I ran out the cafeteria and into the basement, except it was the basement of my dad's house. I found Brett (my best friend) and we waited. It was only a few seconds before the ogre ran through the door. We went into the safe room, a white, finished room alone in the corner of my basement. The ogre followed. I found a container of apple juice and somehow figured it was flamable, so I threw it at the ogre and he errupted into flames.

After that, I'm pretty sure I went back upstairs and W was still kissing the random guy....but his hat was gone.

I know I call this recurring but I think I only had it twice. However it is one of the only two dreams I can think of that has ever happened more than once. This dream happened when I was a teenager both times within a few months from both times of dreaming it.

I was at home and my family was not there except for my grandfather who was on the deck (it was not my real grandfather but rather a man, slightly older than my father, who I had not recognized but knew him as my grandfather in this dream. All of my grandparents live on the other side of the country. The one that I "recognized" this man as is a very kind and loving grandfather.) In the dream he started throwing things at me. I ran away but he chased me around the backyard throwing hatchets at me. For some reason I stayed in the yard and he never ran out of hatchets. He did not even seem angry, more like he just did not like me and wanted to do this. I continued dodging his throws and wishing over and over that someone would come home to help me. That is all I remember really. I think there was more to it but I am not sure.

I'm in my room on the 5th floor. The room has a light blue light.

I am at the entrance of the room looking. To my right I have my bed, and to my left there´s a sofa, the sofa is like a kind of bed.
There lays three or four people, including A.

The other person is a woman who does not have more than 18 years old. It has medium brown skin and long black hair.

She has a nice body.

I start flirting with her and A laughs in approval.

I read a book that appears next to me, and on the book there´s the word "Lulullu" and I know that this is her name.
I begin to kiss her and I touch her lips with the tip of my tongue, she loves that and gives me a french kiss...

Suddenly she takes the blanket off her and decides to come to bed. A smiles and leaves the room.

Lulullu is in bed with me, she´s reading a purple paper, and she tells me in russian: "We may as well stay here until 2 in the morning doing nothing, or we can see the effects of an explosive sexual penetration ..." and he laughs mischievously for me.

I was at the beach, when suddenly people got attacked by a sharks. Everyone ran out of the water, but a couple people were floating around in the water, dead.
As everyone was out of the water, the sharks disappeared just as fast as they appeared. Some people tried to walk a tiny bit into the water. A big wave appeared, and this knowledge in my mind told me that it was the sharks returning as they could sense the humans in the water. One guy got mauled, and the rest stepped out of the water.
The sharks disappeared, and I now started jumping in and out of the water in some stupid way that I can't explain and would be physically impossible. A bigger wave of sharks was now on it's way, and I got out of the water.
As the sharks disappeared again, my mom now stepped into the water. She wanted to lure the sharks, and brace yourselves, a god damn tsunami of 10 meters height appeared. Everyone on the beach started running, but the tsunami caught up to us, slung us all to the top, then splashed us down by my previous school's stadium.

My first dream was about a family reunion i was just sitting when this baby (i actually thought he was my cousin of some sort) started playing with me.

The other dream was about the restaurant again. I dreamed we were talking about this customer that comes everyday to drink coke and eat a burger. I remember that they ask'd me what is she like. I then told them that she smells like shit and old vagina.
And when i look back she was there kinda felt bad and woke up.

I was at a friend’s house expecting more company, and sure enough there was a knock at the door and as I went to answer it, a very old friend of mine appeared pushing a pram (she doesn’t have a kid) and gave me a coupon to go and get her some fajita spice mix from the garage up the hill. I went to ask another friend of mine(her actual ex-boyfriend as it so happens) who was already in the house for a lift, but he gave me some excuse as to why he couldn’t.

I walked about what was a combination of my town and my home village for a while until I stumbled upon my Dad’s black BMW with him and his old business partner inside. They haven’t spoken in perhaps six years because his ex-partner stole money and clients from my dad, but there he was sitting in my Dad’s car explaining why he had done all those things.

Instinctively I thought it best to avoid them. And as I attempted to, Dad drove up next to me and told me to get in the car. I could tell he was mad, and when he started to drive out into the country, it was fast and reckless until he veered off the road and started speeding through fields and fences, while the barriers offered as much resistance as a sheet of cotton wool.

Dad mentioned something about how the farmers won’t mind due to the cause of his anger, and then proceeded to speed off of a cliff towards the sea. I’m freaking out at this point and yelling at him in the car, so in mid-air, he starts reversing which somehow manages to back us up to the edge of a lake. I continue to freak out at my dad, demanding to know why he almost killed me, never mind himself, and he just dismisses me saying we wouldn’t have died.

I empty my pockets and exit the car, slamming the door, and go down to the waterfront where there’s baby ducks playing who aren’t afraid of me, so they let me pet them. Dad then drives off at this point, and leaves me with no phone, no money, and no bloody idea as to where I am.

I stop playing with the fuzzy ducklings and look about; there’s an electrical shop situated a little back from the lake’s shore, so I wonder over and explain to the manager I’m lost and would like to know what time the next bus is due in the area so I can’t get home. I think he told me 16:45, but I can’t remember exactly, and then I asked him if he knew how much the bus would be to which he replied “ninety eight depleted plutonium” and showed me these little dull green coins in the palm of his hand while saying “two away from a hundred”.

I’m not looking for someone to ask who I can either earn or borrow enough currency to get the bus back home, and come across a female store clerk who I cannot picture nor pin a name to, unloading washing machines from the back of a delivery truck. I decide to buy one, but can’t figure out how to explain I have no money.

She chats to me as she wheels my purchase out on a barrow, and we get as far as gym equipment before she starts quizzing me as to if I have a lounge chair which allows me to lift weights, and they have a guy there demonstrating how the chair’s arms allow for comfortable weight lifting while you’re watching the TV. I turn back to the clerk, and find that she has plugged my washing machine into the mains and switched it on. I’m thinking “how the bloody hell do I tell her I can’t pay for this?” when my new purchase starts emitting a colourless gas. I told the clerk she shouldn’t have plugged it in and we go and hide around the corner where she laughs sheepishly at her mistake.

We’re hiding in a long corridor which is quite dark and cold, and the wind starts to pick up outside. The roof suddenly flies off and I start wishing my dad was there. I also somehow changed genders at this point as I was dressed as a Victorian pauper boy. Gary Oldman then appears, dressed in his posh Victorian getup from Bram Stoker’s Dracula, and tells me to get out of the building. There’s a little pier thing by the lake’s shore, which I and the ducklings are hiding behind as this dream pans into a bird’s eye perspective of this huge tornado/waterspout combination rips the roof off of the electrical store.

Everything goes calm again for a moment; the windy water funnel completely dissipates, and there’s a man standing in the middle of the fray with a contraption around him which resembles Darwin’s water breathing apparatus from Hellboy. From the centre of that contraption, another water vortex erupts from it. The details get fuzzy here, but Mr Oldman manages to thwart this evil villain by some means, and he and I go down to the shore of the lake and start playing with the baby duckies again. Only water rats have now joined them as their friends and they all start swimming off into the sunset, at which point the lake then decides to not be a lake but a VERY long puddle. The chief rat’s name is Ghandi, and I’d like to point out that while he was supposed to be, Mr Oldman looks nothing like my father.

I am in a car with kirsty and the girls, its daytime and to my left is pavement then a field. I am driving and everybody gets out the car, they tell me to meet them at theirs, they wanna walk from here cause there is too much traffic. I say thats ok but i know this car is kirsty's car and not my own so i have to be careful.

I get annoyed that i havent moved in a while and decide to 3-point turn and leave, i crash into an oncoming car as im beginning to turn, stick it in reverse and hit another car, im scared now so i speed off and park the car outside kirstys house. I go in for a bit to chill with them and act like nothing has happened.

at some point i decide to nose plug RC I can breathe. "im dreaming" i say. i do some stabilisation techniques and leave the house. I walk out into a wooded area and its dark, i try to yell out, wanting to call for my dream guide but i couldnt make any sound at all. I rub my hands together for a while and chant "this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream..." I try again to call out. "i need to speak to my dream guide. Are you there!?" i wait for a few seconds, then hear an answer, it sounds like its coming from inside my head and remember thinking that is weird. "yes" i hear.
" Can you please meet me? I'd very much like to talk to you" a figure appears before me, it has silver skin, he introduces himself but i forget the name.

We walk and talk, he tells me lots of things but i forget most of the conversation. He tells me i was a dog in a past life, he also says he needs to show me something. He takes me to a friend, i recognise it as an old school friend called Becky. We are hovering above her bed, she is laying there crying. She looks so thin and upset. He tells me that i should talk to her, try to help her as she is going through a really hard time at the moment. i tell him that i will.

I ask him about the page i reserved for him in my DJ, if its ok for me to fill that in with his information, he tells me no and i get the impression that, at least for now, i should leave it empty.

I wake up. Later that day i send a message to my old school mate becky, i haven't talked to her in maybe a year and a half, so i look at her FB and her statuses tell me she is depressed atm, i message her saying "might sound crazy, i had a dream bout you last night and it seemed you were having a hard time, is everything ok? etc" she replied straight away telling me how weird that is because she is currently battling a eating disorder and her bf is in rehab and she cannot contact him for 1 year.

This freaked me out, maybe it was a coincidence and maybe i just already knew deep down that something was wrong.

So I wake up after the non-lucid dream that I will post next, and write down that dream into my dream journal. I don't want to look at the time, I'm too lazy and excited over this non-lucid dream. Then after about 10 or 15 minutes of excited wake time of writing a dream down, using the washroom, getting extra blankets etc, I feel awake, but not too awake. I go back to bed. I'm like, well it's a coincidence to be waking up in the middle of the night and having this huge impulse to try WILDing again. I take that as a sign. I go back to bed where I WILD. I don't even feel SP, but the vibrations and sounds etc I do feel. I don't see any hypnagogic hallucinations however.

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Then after about 5 minutes, I think I might be in a dream because the vibrations stopped. So I will myself to feel them again just to make sure, and slowly there came on a very strong vibration feeling like normal, and it quickly went away. I said, okay maybe this is a dream now I calmly do a nose RC and it works! I FUCKING FREAK OUT. I quickly sit up in my bed super excited and flipping out. I observe my room which looks exactly like my real life room. I do another reality check. The fact that I can breathe through my fingers is really cool. I don't see anything in my room though, it's very dark. I remember to rub my palms together, it doesn't really do anything to enhance the dreamscape but it feels so damn real!!! Then I notice how my room is still really dark, there should be something lighting it up. The moment that thought comes into mind, I notice some sunlight in the middle of my room, which is actually looking sort of like a mirror or a view of really nice tall townhouses that look similar to this lazy concept art I drew of it:



I'm like, those are really nice houses. Hey, I could make those houses be my neighbourhood now! So I do. I look outside my window, it's not super vivid this part, but I see this new neighbourhood.

Seamlessly, the dream takes me to the back seat of a car driven by my dad, with mom sitting next to him. I am sitting in the middle seat of the back seat. Hannah is sitting right next to me on the left. I say hi. She says hi! I tell her about my successful WILD and how this is all a dream and how sooo excited I am about having my first LD in 2 years, let alone a successful WILD done in 5 minutes after less than a week of practice! I keep ranting about this on and on. She is very interested and is as excited about this as I am. She laughs so much. I do weird sounds with my mouth because I'm having fun freaking out, and she laughs about that forever. Haven't seen her laugh so much before. Then I notice I'm getting a little caught up in the dream reality. I don't notice that I'm letting the dream control the dream, but I'm just ecstatic to be conscious in this dream and that everything is just as real as in real life! I hear the car vrooming, I see the trees passing by outside and everything! My parents aren't talking though. Nobody is talking unless I talk something to them. It's like everyone is much more obviously now, just projections that are much lower than me because I'm the one conscious in my own dream.

Anyway, I have the intent of scanning my surroundings more. I want to observe the trees go by through the window. Seamlessly, and without even being able to notice, Hannah and I switched seats. She watches me intently. Everyone who isn't driving etc is watching me intently, like they find my presence very interesting, or like since I like positive attention in real life, the dream works it out perfectly for me. I watch the trees outside, noticing every detail, every leaf, branch, etc. The trees are too tall and too dense to see the sky. I'm done observing, time to continue to chat excitedly with Hannah. We talk about normal things too, but she is completely find with talking about anything at all. So I talk about this dream again. I am amazed that the feeling of the car is the exact same as in real life. Then I continue to watch things go by outside. I am still aware that this is a dream, but due to my more passive nature, I'm unintentionally letting the dream take me where it wants for now. I see the shape of an elephant in a black bag atop some large machine on a farm. "Hey look, there's elephants on this farm." Hannah looks and reacts the same way I am to it, fascinated, yet bored.

The car stops at a bulk barn looking place that I've seen in another non-lucid dream before. It's my future school, Max the Mutt Animation School in dream form, yet it's not. We walk in. Seamlessly, Hannah and I are now in that high school that Blaine from Glee went to. IT'S SO COOL yet neither of us realize that this school looks like Glee. We explore the area, meet new people, I make a new friend. There's a cafeteria at this school which is also a room where they make awesome motivational speeches and proud speeches about their school. Everyone is wearing a Warblers uniform, or something with the same colour themes. We continue to explore, and I get caught up in the dream.

Then I am at the other version of this school, the version that does not look like glee, but like how I picture an arts college in the dream I guess. I am with my parents this time, and Hannah is off somewhere. I remember, "Oh that's right this is a dream. I can't forget that!" (those are thoughts/out loud thinking). My parents nod their heads. Everyone is quiet and watching me intently, and talkative only if I subconsciously want them to be. Then I think "I haven't fiddled with my surroundings yet, this would be a good time to do that." My parents agree. Everyone agrees. Whatever I say goes.
So the room looks like a plain art room first seeing it without observing it. Then I start to observe my surroundings, and I'm surprised that it's fancier than I thought it was before observing. I close my eyes, think of changing the wall to another colour, open my eyes, there it is. I look at the objects, close my eyes, think of changing them to this, open my eyes, they become this. I change the white marble floor to beige marble, and then a red carpet because I find that a very fancy carpet colour. I change the room to a very fancy art room. I move to the next room.

I want to change the room, but the dream takes me to another place, which is the cafeteria place of the Glee warblers school again. Mom and Dad are there.. somewhere. Hannah is near me, watching me intently once again. There is a band performing on stage. Everyone is watching me intently.

I suddenly feel strange. First I slightly forget that it's a dream again, and I am called to perform a song or something at the microphone, and I feel a little heavy, and I collapse. Everyone, my parents, Hannah, are surrounding me trying to get me to wake up. In that state, I tell myself, well this is just a dream. But what if the extreme vividness and realisticness of the dream causes me to get stuck in the dream because my mind can't distinguish if I'm awake or not? I push those worries aside. I know that if I wanted to wake up, I would because I could. For now I still want to enjoy this dream, and I am amazed at how long this dream has lasted already. It felt like hours has gone by.

Then some other stuff happens that I can't exactly grasp. Then I wake up in my bed again. I think, holy crap what an awesome dream OMFG I WILDed!!! And then my mom comes into my room, and puts up a poster of the bulk barn-looking max the mutt animation school. It's a halloweeny poster. She puts it up right across my bed so I can see it. She asks me if this is okay, I say yes. Then I realize, but wait, didn't I just wake up? I do an RC. Holy crap I'm still dreaming!!! OMFG what a looong dream and super realistic omgosh okay.

I rub my palms together once again, and observe my room. The sun is rising. There is a fat girl sitting next to my bed. I think, what is she doing here? Then I think, oh maybe I could use her for sex in this dream. Then I think, then again, other stuff is more fun to do in a dream.

Then I wake up again. I do an RC. I'm still dreaming. Holy crap! I think to myself. Then I try to think of a place I could go to. I remember, oh that's right, I'm obsessed with Tron! Let's go there! I imagine the scene where Sam enters the grid. I don't place it in my surroundings though, I imagine it, and nothing happens. The imagination is as vivid/not vivid as in real life, so this will have to go into my theory again. I remember that the way it worked before was that I played with my surroundings to get there. I was about to, and then...


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I wake up. HOLY MOTHER FUCKING SHIT I think to myself, and then go on the computer to write my dream.

I am gong to start with a short introduction. Hi I am TwinklefairyTUTU (not "tut") and I am 21. I have not had fully lucid or vivid dreams. I have had some dreams where I realise I am sleeping and change one thing then go back into it. Well... actually i had one that I drifted in and out of knowing and then started controlling near the end. It took some effort to change things but I guess i did. I would however like to start off by sharing a non-lucid dream. It is a dream that has been in my head forever. The most vivid dream I have had and the only one in which I can remember every detail. I could not forget about it so i wrote it as a short story. I had planned on turning it into a ong story but did not get far. I have a lack of motivation, confidence and inspiration. Anyways, it is written in the form of a story so it may seem false but every detail is correct in refards to my dream. I hope you like it. I believe the only difference is that it is told in third person and I gave the runner a name, sort of. In my dream I was the runner and it was first person however I did not have an identity. Oh! and in the end of the dream I was a camera in the sky staring at bloody tire trails and such on the road. I decided to leave that out.


I call it. endless Halls.
He reached the top of the short vertical section of the vent. A small spot of blood sat near the top corner after his head beat off of the top and he landed on his feet. He did not have time to care about the gash which just opened up on the top of his head. The teenage boy continued to run through the large-dark vent, without looking back. He could not hear his pursuer, but could sense his presence. The boy felt a change of density in the floor and put his hands in front of him right before hitting a wall. He was in a hallway. The terrified teenager pushed away from the wall and headed down the corridor as his eyes slightly adjusted to the darkness and he could tell where the walls were. He ran past closed doors and barely missed multiple small tables. The boy took many turns in this seemingly endless and empty building.
The number of residents in this hellish building was well known to be very large by all of those inside but kept secret from all outsiders. No one from the outside world had any clue what went on inside this building or what the kids inside had to deal with. Many scared children and teenagers sat behind the hundreds of doors. Many, too disturbed to sleep and most , too scared to lay awake. Two-hundred-twelve, was what the boy had been used to answering too. It was the number on his room door. All of these things raced through his head as he raced down the hallway, along with questions. “What do I do? What happens when I get to the end? Is anyone ever going to find out and help?” He knew that his master would be angrier then ever before when he was caught and he knew that more than one person was willing to catch him. What he did not know was if he would survive what they would do to him.
Around the next turn sat several young children. A boy and girl were on one side of the hall and another boy on the other. There was a small table on both sides but still room to run between with no problem. The lonely boy sat, huddled against the side of the table, facing away from the direction of Two-hundred-twelve.
On the other side of the hall the girl was also crying. “I’m scared. We should go back.”
The second boy held her hand tight and led her forward as they constantly looked around. “I can’t. I’m scar…” His eyes widened. “Shh.” He dropped to the ground behind the table close by and pulled the girl to him. He stuck his face into the wall and stayed tight into the corner as the footsteps got closer. He held little doubt that the darkness would not hide them, but was still covered with fear. The teenage escapee bolted passed them and they froze in fear.
Two-hundred-twelve had no idea where he was heading but he took even more turns. “These hallways can’t really be endless. I have to come to something else eventually. I think I have been all over this floor before and it has some other areas. Yes!” He could see light peeking around the next corner and followed it. The hallway grew brighter as he got further and the white end finally opened up into a large room.
The room was well lit with all white surfaces and many tables. This white cafeteria had a straight wall along the right which led to a ramp to another eating area only a few feet lower. A beautiful woman in the lower area noticed the boy as he sprinted between the tables toward the rounded ledge along the left.
“Hey.” The woman screamed a simple alert and the boys master emerged from the hall behind him. Two-hundred-twelve vaulted over the rail and landed hard on the lower area.
“Stop him!” His master followed his exact trail. The boy began to feel hope and jumped onto and over the first two tables. The woman’s hand barely missed his foot and she grunted as her gut hit the second table and she watched him escape.
Two-hundred-twelve could not help but let out a small smile as he stared through the glass wall ahead of him and into the dark city. He could see the rooftops of some of the largest buildings in the city. They were very high up.
The master yelled as he attempted to reach his target but missed by several feet. “Stop!”
Two-hundred-twelve lowered his head and covered with his arms, embracing himself for the next step. His feet push off the floor and the smash echoed through the room and nearby halls. He removed his arms and stared at freedom, hundreds of feet below. The streets were fairly busy in this part of town even in the middle of night. The black-velvet road was in his direct path and he suddenly felt fear. “Oh no. This the end, The painful end…” then his smile came back, “This is the end. The painless end.” Only freedom existed in the boys body as it smashed into the road and over an oncoming car, which skid to a stop.
The smashed window was to high to notice from the streets and the master stared down at the scene. “Damn.” His handsome face was covered with anger. He needed to be in control and this time he was not, He made it clear that he did not like this, and his other subjects would pay for it. Kids were secretly watching from the nearest dark areas in the hallways and they knew things would get worse for them. They watched in fear and jealously as they attempted to create their own plan.
“Get this fixed right away.” The master removed his glare from the roads and walked away. The audience scattered and retreated back to their rooms as quickly and quietly as possible.

I was sitting in a class room at my school when i realized the black kid from victorious was next to me. i got all happy cause i watch that show (lol) we kinda talked for a while. he then pulled out his phone. this phone was HUGE looked like a mini computer. i couldn't read any of the words of pictures on it. he then wanted my number. i got all stoked so i typed my name in and my number. then i walked in to this other room were Victoria justice was at. i tried to talk to her but she thought i was just some creep. so i went back into the other room. i sat back down in my seat but the black kid was about to watch some thing about mw3. i looked at the screen and now i was in some place ive never seen before. i was in a warehouse place and i was sitting down. then these 2 guys came out and were shooting at this alien thing. i stood up and walked over to the dead alien. it looked like a squid or something like that. i walked out of the ware house and that black kid was with me now. It felt like a video game now. so we walked down this road for a while and hid from some trucks and what not. then i thought i needed a weapon. i saw a cop car driving really slow. i ran fast towards it. he stopped and got out. but i jumped on him and took his tomahawk he had and sliced him up. i looked over and saw a army truck release some lions after us. me and the kid took off into the forest ahead. after running for a little we stopped in this little picnic area. there were a few people there. i saw a truck and wanted to drive it. i walked towards it but the owner was sitting down close by with a gun. i remembered i had the tomahawk and got it and was gona throw it but for some reason i couldn't. so i just charged at the guy. he tryed to shoot but missed. i tryed to stab his belly but the tomahawk is now a just a little knife that is broke. he had my in a choke hold now. he was trying to shoot my head and thats when i realized i was dreaming.after telling my self i was dreaming i just stood up and the guy sat there. i told my self i was dreaming a couple more times. things started to get blurry so i rubbed my hands together and things were back to normal. i turned around and there was now a big nice truck behind me. i hoped in and started it up. i drove around a little drifting it and what not. then i saw my friend again riding a bike looking pissed. i asked whats wrong and he didint say anything. then i remembered i always wanted to drive a wrx sti in my dreams so i tried to spawn one up and failed. i tryed again and failed.i was now at a shopping center somewhere, i dont know how i got here but i knew i was dreaming but couldn't try to control anything. i was still looking for a wrx. i was by this skate boarding shop looking in the parking lot and saw off to the right there was a ton of cops doing something i got scared if i stole a car they would catch me then i told my self i was in a dream and all was good. these two guys came out and asked what i was doing and i said looking for a car to drift around. the said foolw me so we went to this other store and walked in the back and one guy said here ya go and there was a w wall of just car parts. i told then i need a car not the parts and he said ohh and we all started to walk out then i turned around to one of the guys and asked him if he knew what lucid dreaming and he said yea. then i said well were all in my dream right now. he stopped and was like OHHHHHHHH and then i walked out of the store. i looked thought the parking lot for the wrx or any car i can drift at this point. then i saw a nice Porsche like car and ran over to it but i couldn't run now. i didnt know what to do. thats when i lost lucidity. i just stood there looking at the car then a black guy gets in it and i was all pissed and then he drives off. but the sounds the car made sounded like a little kid then i saw a huge blonde hair kid with goggles on make a car noises then i woke up.

Next time i have a lucid dream i want to practice some dream control.