memorable

(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.

No WBTB, or MILD. I tried DEILD but forgot. I will try all three tonight.

All of these dreams seemed related, but involved different characters. It was as if the characters morphed into different appearances.

To kick things off, I was in the old house in my mother's room. I was lying in bed with Anthony just having a chat. Mrs. Gunther-Brown, my music theory teacher from high school, was there and the three of us got into a discrepancy over her ability to sing certain genres, or something of the like. Anthony was on my side, and obviously she was on hers. The argument was only DE, but afterwards, she went into the bathroom to get a shower. While she was in there, she started singing. What we could hear in the room was not just her vocals, but a whole accompaniment of various instruments. Anthony and I started complaining. I used a pillow to cover my ears. I discovered that I could change the sound of her singing by bending the pillow, as if the sound waves were wrapping around the pillow in a different way. Bending the pillow more made her singing sound more tinny, and a flatter pillow meant a more crisp sound. I made a comment about it to Anthony saying something like, "isn't it funny how something so simple like this can make such a big difference?" He replied with, "She's still horrible." I was about to agree when suddenly the song changed. It sounded like a jazz/funk fusion, not unlike Hiromi Uehara's work. I said, "wait, this actually sounds pretty good." I got up to go to the bathroom to apologise about Anthony and I making fun of her. She wasn't there. And my bathroom looked very different and unusual. Instead of the normal beige walls, tile floor, and small size, I was greeted with a fairly larger (although still pretty small) room with wooden floors, and a strange looking sink with nothing in it. There was a white shower curtain behind me, which I never actually turned around to see, and where the toilet usually was, was now just a wooden floor, and across from it where the sink goes were these wooden swingy doors, like in old west saloons. They may ave led to a toilet, but I don't know. The sink was on the left wehn you walk into the room. In between the sink and the saloon doors was a strange contraption placed on the floor. What I was about to do would start a plot that would unravel in the dreams to come. I cannot describe the contraption, mostly because I don't clearly remember what it looked like. But I also cannot describe it because it didn't seem to take any definite shape. It was a solid object, but it was so conjumbled, as if someone went on Microsoft Paint, made a bunch of lines, turned them into wood, and put it on the floor, but at the same time it looked nothing like that. There were tiny, mini people on the floor by the contraption. They seemed to be hindered by the contraption in some way, so I fixed the contraption so that they could be...for lack of a better word, better. As it turns out, my teacher set up the contraption so that these mini people, who were evil, would be trapped in it forever. I messed all of that up.

Everything that happens next may be out of order.

The saloon doors morphed into a TV, and I was watching a bunch of child actors, one of which I knew as my childhood friend, Tyler. They gathered around this table, and suddenly I was in TV, in the setting of where the children were. Except now I was on in a field. What was taking place in this field was a situation similar to the Holocaust, and I was on the bad side, and a major figure. We weren't going after Jewish people, in fact, I don't think there were any distinctive features about the people we had captured, but they were all wearing red shirts, and my side was all wearing blue shirts. This field was grassy, and had a hill to the right. There was a path leading to the hill, and that same path, going in the other direction, went and circled around a section of the field. We were walking across this section of the field. I was with another person in a blue shirt. He was talking to someone in a red shirt, as if trying to calm him down. As we neared the other side, the blue shirt said for him to go now, because we had to be somewhere. As the red shirt went towards a group of red shirts, I patted him on the back, as to grant him some form of solace. As I neared the other side of this field with the other blue shirt, I saw on my left, a mother saying "goodbye, I love you" to her daughter. There was also this strange, carnival-like booth on wheels (they exist in real life, but I don't know what they are called). We passed this and kept going straight to another hill. We started to climb it.

The next thing I remember is this explorer character (I was merely observing this entire part), like a video game character, running around this cave fighting enemies, getting points. Then he was climbing these strange pipe-like objects with ladders on them. They were all orange, each one taller than the last, and they were in a row. At the top of each was a traffic light with four light bulbs. At the bottom was endless water, as far as you can imagine. The traffic lights were black, and only the bottom light was green, with the rest being red. The lights were timed so that when the green light came on, there was a yellow beam of light shining down from the traffic light onto the top of the pipe, covering the entire space. When the green light came back on again, the yellow beam of light turned off. The traffic lights on each pipe was in an opposite pattern so that one would be off, while the one next to it would be on. The explorer climbed the first pipe on the right, and had to time things right because for some reason he couldn't be in the light. This was a game-like scenario after all. So when the green light came on again, and the light turned off, he climbed on top. Then he turned to the pipe next to him. This dream was in third person, so he was facing my left, to the taller pipe. It really was a lot like a video game. Since the beam of light was on pipe, he waited until the traffic light was almost green. He jumped off his pipe at the last second as to avoid the beam of light on that one, then he changed direction in midair to catch the ladder of the next pipe. He repeated the process, but failed this time. He fell and landed in the water below. The water behind the pipes was dark, and deadly (think Spyro) with sharks. The water elsewhere was clear, safe, and clean. The two waters were right next to each other, and separated right down the center. The explorer landed in the deadly water, and quickly swam back to the safe water. All of a sudden, he was on top of the tallest pipe, which had an opening at the top, and was filled to the brim with water. The explorer had to swim down into the pipe, and under the deadly water to reach an island on the other side of the deadly water. It's important to know that for the past week I have been practicing MILD with the chart that gives you circumstances every day in which you should do a reality check. Doing a RC when you see a traffic light was the one for the day before I had this dream. So when I saw the traffic lights in the dream, I thought to myself, "Too bad I didn't see this yesterday, or I'd be doing a reality check." Well, fuck.

Then I was on 4chan as a girl. This version of 4chan was very civilized. It was implied that they get different privileges on 4chan, and so everything was different. Everything was multicolored in a psychedelic fashion, and I had to hack this girl's computer to get an IP address and password.

After that, I was on these railroad tracks, which may have been at the top of the hill I was heading towards during the Holocaust dream. I was with Mom, and she was making a comment on all of the strange things going on recently (set in motion because of my meddling in the bathroom). She said it was the apocalypse. She started mentioning the seven signs of the apocalypse, which were somehow related to the 4chan thing, because I was looking them up or something. I wish I would have written down these signs, but all I wrote down to remind myself was "7 signs of apocalypse." I know one dealt with having seven waffles in one sitting. I thought to myself, "Let me guess, the seventh sign is that I'm dreaming, huh crazy Mom? Jeez, I really MUST be dreaming." Well, fuck. Again.

Another part of this weird dream was that there was this really futuristic purple hover car, and Superman was driving it on this road (the road also could have been at the top of that hill) with this chick. The road was long and straight, with green pasture on either side. The girl looked exactly like a dude, but had a girly voice for a few seconds. So it was a dude down to the last detail, but it was DE that it was a girl. They got to this building, which was the only building for miles, and went in. It was like a hotel, except it lead into my house.

CUT TO ME IN FIRST PERSON

I'm grabbing this fat chicks boobs. She's really old, I don't want to, but she's really desperate, and I make out with her a little bit. This is taking place in my old house, but not in any existing room. Then, I see Ms. Magro (student teacher from art. Cool gal) come in from one of those futuristic *schwop* doors. The door was on the landing on the step, where the china cabinet usually went. She says something like, "Do you guys have any important information?" I took one look at the fat chick, and said, "Yes we do." We didn't but I wanted Ms. Magro to come in the room so that I wouldn't have to make out with this old lady anymore. The information she was referring to was about some person that went missing, but is vital to winning in this battle for good that has been going on since the incident in the bathroom. Magically, we had important information to tell her when she came in, although we didn't when she asked. I said, "Yes, we know where he is." I got a hold of him on the phone, which was purple and futuristic like the car. The person turned out to be Rainn Wilson, and he answered his phone. The dream cut to a view of him driving the futuristic car on the straight road to no where. He looked at the caller ID, and seeing that it was Ms. Magro, answered the phone saying, "I told you I don't have anymore time." He then hung up, and it was DE that we couldn't call him anymore. It was also DE at this point that Rainn and Magro are ex-lovers. So it was a big misunderstanding, but now we have little hope for the good of humanity.

The last thing I remember, and this part was VERY dramatic, and engaging, and engrossing upon waking, is being back in a building that had the bathroom from the first dream. It wasn't my old house anymore, and there was really only three rooms. One room had bunk beds, and dressers, and was pretty normal, except it had the same wooden style as the bathroom from the first dream. You could leave that room, and there was a DE hallway that I never saw. It led to the other two rooms. One room was the bathroom, and the other was this very strange, morgue-like room. The part with the TV and child actors might have occurred here, but I'm not sure, and pretty doubtful. Anyway, the characters in this part of the dream are four people. Two were the same person, which was some little boy with a come-to-the-side haircut, a white button-up shirt, and black shorts. He had brown hair, and I never got a good look at his face. The other two, have a great deal of mystery surrounding them. One was that weird-looking doctor with the white hair on the cover of the box for Operation. I leave the fourth character's description void for now. The boys passed the bathroom, and got to this weird morgue-room. It looked almost exactly like the bathroom, except there was no shower, no sink, no nothing, except for the drawers with the bodies in them. The non-main character boy saw the doctor open one of the drawers and take a body out. The body was the fourth character and was seen briefly and from behind. It was almost DE that it was the non-main character boy, but I'm unsure. The non-main boy, panicked, ran back to the bunk bed room, and started packing bags to leave because he was freaked out. Suddenly, I was in the place of the main character boy, and I asked in a panicked tone, "Calm down just tell me what you saw." I knew he saw the body, but I needed to know who it was, because this would decide the fate of the Good vs Bad war that I started way back in the beginning, and he uncovered some sort of evil plot. I thought he could have seen himself, but I had to be sure, I had to confirm it. I said again, "You need to tell me what you saw." It was all very rushed and urgent. He took one look at me, with his faceless face, and that was it. I woke up. This is one of those dreams, for me, that leaves you wondering, like the answer would have been this life changing thing. Although it doesn't compare to the secret basement door, which I will forever wonder about. Perhaps someday, I'll open it, and see what's on the other side.

The characters seemed to morph because me and the other blue shirt during the Holocaust was also Superman and the man lady, and me and the old lady, and the two boys.

non-lucid - black
semi-lucid - green
lucid - blue

People are chasing after me for some reason. I’m running away. I’m suddenly in a jeep.

I'm driving in daylight on a highway.

I know I’m dreaming without even checking I just know for some reason. I hyperspeed the car while driving. Then I close my eyes and I teleport me and the jeep. I appear to have teleported but I only teleported miles away from my original position. I'm still in the city highway. But this time it wasn't daylight the sun is beginning to set. I park my car in this empty parking lot structure. I get off the car and run. The people chasing after me seems to be a family. Why? I don't know. I see the mom and her daughter looking for me. I head back to the parking lot but too late her son is awaiting me there. So I decide to hide behind this white ceramic pole. The son is not spotting me but I occassionaly am turning since the daughter and mom keep walking beside the pole. I keep on turning since they keep walking around me. Mom says to son “Check everywhere” while she’s next to me by the pole but doesn’t see me. The daughter goes “You check mom”. They suddenly see me as I'm moving around the pole. The mom spots me moving around. I'm dreaming I can do whatever. I try to take a gun outta my pocket but it didn't work. I try to pretend to shoot a gun at the son even though there was no visible gun in my hand. I thought this is a dream even if there's no gun it could still work. I shoot at him he becomes stinged for a couple seconds then he's ok. The "imaginary" gun stops working all of a sudden and they catch me. I end up in their “house” which takes the appearance of my house in waking life for some reason. The mom puts me in the room with her husband. I decide to sneak out. I tiptoe out of the room. I try to sneak past the mom in the kitchen to go outside. I manage to get outside (YES!) but suddenly I'm caught before I could run. She puts me back to the room. Her husband is horny. He's starting to take of my pants and starts rubbing. He's talking very dirty. The mom comes in and stops it saying something like "Not now." I decide to try to escape again. The mom I notice is easy to sneak by. I tiptoe around her back while she's in the kitchen and manage to unlock the door leading to the backyard. I don't run but I fly away. I wanna hyperspeed so from what I read on DV I take a pill outta my pocket and it gives me hyperspeed. I’m flying in the cloudy night.

I'm dreaming I tell myself. I am now fully lucid. "What to do?" I think to myself. Then suddenly I know what I want to do. I want to get to Den to complete my next mission. I'm still flying. I decide to try to open portals for the first time. I decided to try. I'm trying to rip the air but it's not working (DAMN). I then trace the atmosphere with my two fingers making a circle for the portal. It still doesn't work (GRRR!). Then I take out a sword from my side like a knight and slash it 3 times then make a portal using the sword. Suddenly a portal appears in front of me inside a mirror. I walked up to it. I decided that onstead of going through it I want to try something with a mirror. I want to go to someone’s dream and ask for permission. I know just the person. I think of my first ex because I never got any closure at all. I want to talk to him. I need answers. I say his full name to the mirror "Lorenzo Miguel Salazar". He suddenly appears in the mirror. He’s choking. I look away at the horrific sight. I look back and I see a phone cord choking his neck. I realize this mirror was no ordinary mirror but a Halloween themed mirror kinda thing. I look next to me and there’s another mirror but with a computer attached to it. Like I had to fill out my name and info and fill out the other person's info I wanted to see kinda thing. I'm too lazy so I fly up. I look at my hands to stabilize myself to make evrything clearer. I suddenly appear in this fancy restaurant. I see it getting unclear so I restabilize by touching everything near me. I'm touching the floor and the wooden staircase by me and everything is clear again. I am facing a painting on the wall then suddenly a waiter approaches me. He asks me what I want. "I want to get to Denn" I tell him. "There's a way there from here" he replies. I’m suddenly more inside the restaurant. I am talking with an old man. Everything becomes unclear again so I restabilize by touching everything. Smelling everything in. I ask the old man to give me a fruit tart. I never ate anything in the dreamworld. I look in his bag and see a red velvet cake instead inside "Even better" I thought.

I attempt to eat it. It’s good but not as good as reality’s taste of it I though lol. The part of the restaurant I was in looks like a spaceship-themed restaurant. The walls around me are white and this part of the building I was in took the shape of an alien spaceship. I suddenly realize there are a lot of people in this restaurant. Suddenly evryone including me all follow the waiter I met earlier. He was gonna lead us to Denn. We’re all walking down a ramp as we approach a big parking structure with a bunch of cars. I’m talking to one girl I know she's a DC. She appears to be nice. I randomly tell her “I’m dreaming”. She suddenly loses control for some reason and starts crying. I hug her and ask her “What’s wrong?” she says, “Well then this all isn’t real then.” I say well without you guys I wouldn’t have dreams, and without me you guys wouldn’t be in a dream” Lol. She smiles. I ask “Where’s Denn? This is just a parking structure. I thought you guys are leading me to Denn?” They say “There’s a portal in the parking lot to get directly there. We approach a portal that is by a red car. It’s low, near the ground. I suddenly hurl through the portal face-first. It’s suddenly tunnel vision. I'm in a wormhole (COOL!).

I go through. When I get out all I see is darkness. My eyes are closed. I restabilize. I feel sand by me. I open my eyes. I am in the middle of the street by my house in waking life. I fly up again in disappointment. I'm not gonna give up. I Take out my sword slash it 3 times make a portal and I go through it. I re-stabilize. I feel grass and dirt by me. I open my eyes. I’m in Denn (SUCCESS!). I restabilize but my hands look like yellow fur or feathers instead of skin. I only have two fingers, one big and one small. I wonder what do I look like? I see WakingNomad in Denn again for some reason. I don’t pay attention to him. I think I gotta get to the forest and look in the mirror to get my normal look back lol. I run into the forest. I find the mirror. I look in the mirror. I see myself having a furry chicken body with a dalmation dog head. I quickly look away. I look back and say "WITCH" and I transform back to my player’s normal appearance. A witch wearing red. This time what I was wearing became clearer. I'm wearing a skin tight dark red top. A dark red witch hat which matched the color of my mini-dress floats down from the sky and lands on my head. I look in the mirror to see that my eyes were orange for some reason. It looked cool. I had a weird pg nose so I looked away and say "Nose back to normal". I look back and it changed back to normal. I walk away in Denn's forest and see some kind of doppleganger. I see someone that looks exactly like me wearing the same outfit and hat except she has a pig nose. I think "That's weird." I don't pay attention to it. I walk back to the village and WakingNomad is still there. We suddenly are in a kitchen and he is attempting to mix drinks/bartend LOL. He attepts to do tricks with a fork and lemon for some reason and he fails horribly lol. Me and this other girl inside laugh as he tries to look cool mixing and blending but a fail lol. I try one bottle that he's mixing.

It tastes like champagne but kinda saltier and stronger. First time I drank something in a dream and it had to be that? I thought lol. There’s pain in my right leg as im sleeping in reality. It wakes me up. I DEILD. I appear with a little boy asking me where to get nothing to buy in the free market of Denn. Before I could answer WakingNomad re-appears and answers his question saying "It costs nothing." I suddenly remember the quest I have to do. I have to buy a weapon and kill something with it. I buy a long shiny sword for nothing.

Before I could go out and venture to kill something with it the pain in my leg bothered me and woke me up completely.

I managed to check off a few things in my dream goals. I ate and drank in a dream and I went through a wormhole. I didn't get to finish the warrior level of RPG yet though. I also noticed my dream control is on and off hopefully it improves. lol

I dreamt that I was a member of a three man team, whose sole purpose was to protect our realm from being invaded form beings from another dimension. Each of us had special powers, one guy was strong the other guy was fast and me I could create things like the green Lantern. The Portal of entrance was in the basement of this unsuspecting house, a simple door. Our job was to make sure that nothing passes through that door.
We lived in the house, as normal no one in the neighborhood had a clue what dangers they were in. but there was this one lady who was convinced that we were doing something illegal in the house. She would pass by and look around, hoping to catch us doing something illegal. One day she happened to get down to the basement and one of the creatures from the other dimension disguised itself as people being held against their will, and when she looked through the viewing glass on the door she saw a lot of people who were asking for help. (Funny In the dream it was like I was looking through her eyes for a small moment). She came back the next day with the police and they broke down the door and let out a lot of the creatures. This is where things got interesting.
The creatures began to run a mock in my neighborhood. My two other partners was gathering up the creatures which took humanoid forms and was just roaming the streets harmlessly. They both were stronger than the creatures and were able to overpower them and take them back to the basement. I made energy rope which I used to lasso the creatures and drag them into the basement.
Then I was this ghastly creature, it looked like a female grim reaper, she moved through the crowed, and it’s like I am the only one who can see her. She turned to me dressed all in black with the hood and all, her cloth blowing unnaturally without any sign of wind blowing. And I know she was about to do something terrifying.
I had to stop this. What so I do, I tried to lasso her it did not work, so then she reached out her hand and touched someone on the street. I was a black, smoky substance mover from her hand and onto the person. Within seconds the person started to die. And then that person bumped into another person and that person started to die. Eventually people were starting to drop like flies. My colleague started to employ lethal force in order to contain the epidemic. I on the other had did not take any gun with me and I was in the middle of a crowd of possible infected people. So I generated a force field, the bloody force field started crawling up my legs very slowly, I taught this stinks, but I was covered mere seconds before someone tried to touch me.
Can’t remember the rest of the dream from there.

I was lucid in this dream, most of the time I only have one dream per night, and I go along with great dreams.

DREAM 1: I was staying in bed at home. Suddenly I heard some noises from the bathroom. I was afraid that a thief came in my house. I tried to call my mom, but she didn't answered. Right after that, a music started. While I was going to the bathroom to see what's going on, I saw my sis' plush bear in the closet. It had 2 heads. I was like "What the heck is wrong with this bear? ). The bear was very inconsistent in color and shape. I totally ignored that thing and went into the bathroom. The window of my bathroom was larger than usual. I could see from there a turtle dove nest in my tree...(the weirdness just begins) along with stadium reflectors all around the tree. I saw one of the turtle doves walking on the window sill. I let him in. He was actually a talking turtle dove. After he came in he said "It's pretty cold out there, isn't it?". I invited him to talk with me in the kitchen.
DREAM 2: I was at the high school. One of my peers wanted to play with me Monopoly in the break time. He lost the round and started crying. I started drawing a game of Monopoly by myself. Suddenly some peers from other classrooms came at me and said "Wow..that's certainly a nice drawing!"".

There are some lessons to learn from those dreams:
1. Never let your sister put her plush bear in your closet, or else it's going to suffer a mutation.
2. Always talk to turtle doves.
3. Never beat the crap out of your peer in a game of Monopoly.

I arrive in Europe for a debate tournament. I am wearing a fairly nice set of clothes: my kacki dress pants and my blue air force sports coat. I'm entering a cave of ice and as I enter the inner sanctum, I'm standing on the outside of a massive crowd (what looks to be around 2500 people). Around the outside of the chamber, everyone is racing high-tech electric cars. I go back into an allyway with a girl and begin tuning my car. She is standing by hers. I don't finish but don't care, and I head up to my hotel room, where the same girl is on my couch. She asks me what flight I'm taking back home. I tell her the flight number that I flew in on, and can't remember the number of the flight I'm taking home, even though I remember writing it down earlier. This irritates her. I'm in the living room of my real-life house. In the rocker to my left is an old lady. I ask her, "What district of Europe is this?" She replies, "District? What do you mean, district?" As I explain how the U.S. is devided into fifty states, she cuts me off, telling me, "Oh, this is the ******** District." The next thing I remember is that I am sitting on a very small, very-low-flying aircraft, flying over a parking lot. As I pass all of the cars, I can recognize three of them and I name them as I pass them. "Oh! The Mazda ********! The Chevy Volt! And hey, they even have Priuses in Europe!" Cool, I think to myself. Europe's got us beat in going green! I don't remember the craft stopping, and I never see it. But now I'm on top of a hill with a staircase and a rail. I sit and slide down. I make it halfway. I'm at the top again. My dad goes down the same way I did, but wraps a string around the rail and holds it behind him. This makes him go faster, which at the time, makes sense. I'm at the bottom. He's at the top. He jumps and grinds on his feet. He leaps off the rail and hits the asphalt, takes another boosted jump over a row of about twelve parked cars. Now, I walk into a classroom, much like that of my high school's debate room. There are computers all around three walls of the room, monitors facing the room's center. I sit down at an empty one and look at the project I'm working on. It's a lego model for a house. I build two beam pieces (OOOOOOOO) and I stop, knowing that I'll never finish the project in time. I wake up (0740).