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I had this dream where I had to pose as someone else for a year. This kid had one more year of college baseball left, and he would be going to the majors. I don't remember the guys name, or the guy who set me up for the job, but I was amazed during most of the dream, no even noticed it wasn't him. Then finally I walked up to a mirror and saw why. I was someone else entirely. I guess I was that guy.

Time started winding down, and eventually the guy who hired me to do it showed up. I think we met in some secret room in an airport. He was with this other guy who was going to fill in for some other persons life, but we had a little bit of time to chit chat. The guy used the term "closing out" when referring to filling in for someone. He talked about some of intricacies of people in the past, like how they held things, and it compared it to holding a baseball. He said knowing a person's habits is like knowing exactly how much pounds of press that person puts in each finger in order to imitate it.

He was telling me that the thumb and pinky were the most important fingers, and sometimes he'd just stop, and talk about another former job he had. The other guy talked to me, and he said he was going to show for someones award ceremony, and stay there until the entire event ended. Apparently the guy he was "closing out" for didn't know how to dance.

I even asked him about doing another job in the future, and he said "we'll contact you if we need yah kid". And we all went our separate ways. I saw J sitting on a long bench with some other people, and sat down next to him and started talking. He was asking me what I have i been up to, and I told him that I just spent the past year being someone else. This other guy leaned forward from his bench, and looked directly at me. He had this look of intrigue and anger on his face and spoke. "What did you say you did!?". I looked at him, and noticed that the man was actually the father of the guy I replace. I quickly corrected myself and said "nah, I'm kidding, it was just a dream where I was someone else". The father leaned back, and demanded that I tell him about this "dream" I had. And I started giving away parts of the details.

Some random DC came up to me and interrupted me by telling some jokes, and I woke up.

My dreams have been the most vivid lately. I don't think I've been doing anything different except choline caps every now and then. I only take a couple every few days, but my dreams have been so strange.

I've been having a few alien dreams lately, not UFO's, but aliens. I've had at least 5 in the last month and it's always me encountering an alien of some sort. Some are hostile and others are subtle in their intentions. I've noticed that I become more hostile when I encounter them and also I become more animal like. For instance, I start hissing like a cat giving a warning. I feel different when this happens, like I'm semi-lucid.

My dream from this morning: I was in a house I used to live in before I graduated and my ex was there. I was hanging out with him and confessed to my fiance that I'd been talking to him a lot. He didn't mind because he admitted that he was talking to his ex, too. (god knows.) - This made me wake up really missing my ex, whom I run into often between classes at the college. I didn't see him today, which is probably best. I miss him but I don't know where that feeling is coming from.

Anyway, I was hanging out with my ex and he and I were talking about school and then I got this feeling that something was happening. I peeked outside my (former) bedroom door and even though there was nothing visible, I could almost see a spiritual prescence. I got paranoid and later I found myself in a mall. I can't remember what I was being attacked by (mall ppl, thx Bill) but I got caught up in a mob of either zombies or alien beings who were trying to kill me.

Now, I'm not religious really. I come from a southern baptist background and my dad is practically a preacher, but I don't consider myself to be of any religion.

However, in my dream, in the middle of this mob I stopped and started praying. I was saying to myself, "God is on my side." and I don't remember really thinking of a particular god, but I assume... anyway. As soon as I prayed, I lifted off the ground and began soaring to the (very high) ceiling. I think I became lucid midway and felt really happy and in control. I woke up and was late to class.

I always tell people like I've read, the best interpretations of your dreams come from you. I always keep this in mind, but I've noticed a theme in these dreams and it definitely has to do with what I think about during the day. My dad read me a scripture from the bible (whenever I talk to him about lucid dreaming, which surprisingly he finds interesting but who wouldn't?), the scripture goes: " And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams." What this really means, only God knows, but it stuck with me and the aliens and all of this I find somehow connect.

I'm not saying I think I'm having visions, but if anyone has any thoughts on what I've said about ANYTHING. That'd be wonderful. Sorry for the bad grammar. Sometimes my thoughts get ahead of my fingers.

This dream was induced with marijuana


There I was in Culinary essentials, kicking back.. Acting A fool, and then for some reason a teacher starts to yell at me, I get pissed off and after class I talk about it with one of my friends, not even realizing that I left my backpack on the stove...

I am walking down streets, looking for survivors. So far I found my 2 friends, tyeler and robby. We come across this house that seems to not recognize this apocolypse, they were just sitting on there lawn barbqueing, they tell me there purpose and there story, They say the haave lived there all there life and they wont just get up and move for some zombie's, and they just sit there and breed dogs. They had a cute girl with them, I call out to her but she asks who my friend was, I am furious so I storm off down to the mall to look for supplies, on my way, I see a crate of puppies that I guess the neighbors left? A ninja Pop's out! He grabs a dog and teleports in the air, I felt so helpless so I stepped my game up, he caught 3 more dogs out of 5 but on the 2nd to last dog he drops from the sky and I tackle him mid flight smashing his spine into a steel pole... I go back to finish my dinner and then my friend jon says something and told me that someone left a backpack on a stove, that's how this started?

Is my dream recall good enough for a lucid dream? This is how it is every night, half a dream and 3/4's of another I can remember...
Hopefully soon I can have a lucid dream.

I was in this building, it was pretty darn huge and it had several floors, which each were connected to the ground though, like each floor was connected with a different dimension. I think i was somewhere in the middle, it was a sort of classroom, there was grass in the room and it was generally more like a small rain protection roof with the class equipment standing outside of the main building under this roof. From there you could also directly walk outside into a green forest. I was currently schooled to be ready to partake in an exploration mission of this building and after the class was finished (the dream started just seconds before though) I was assigned to sector 22, while two others were assigned to 24 and 32/34 (don't know for sure but it was one of these two), the one with the highest number wasn't happy about it for reasons to come later.
Sectors weren't the same as floors, as far as I can tell the first number is the floor and the second number a place inside the floor, however a higher first number would mean going deeper in the building so saying U2-2 might be more correct. Also the higher the general number the higher the danger since it seemed like several unspeakable things were lurking in this building. From the classroom (which is the "real" ground floor I think) I went into the building, from there on it was like a vertical tunnel (which I call 00), everything was looking pretty technical (I know it was going down to the mentioned sectors, but I think it might also go up). To get to sector 22 I had to go down the ladder (the place down the ladder called 10 by me), walk a few steps in some direction and remove a grid from the floor, below was 22. To get the sector 24 I would have to take the opposite direction from 10 onwards and probably go down somewhere there.

Sector 22 was a computer room, I think I was in before already (not in another dream, I felt that due to what comes next). In the dream I rembered that I already exchanged the RAM of on of the local PC's, I gathered the leftover PC components (a few motherboards but primarily RAM, I even remember seeing the AMD logo) in a big plastic box, I was thinking about further methods of upgrading and I remember seeing one of those motherboards in detail, it was able to carry 6 processors of 2 types shared 2/4.

Now there's some type of gap, but I don't think I don't remember it, I think the dream voluntarily skipped this part for the more interesting next one. I'm pretty sure I brought the parts back up and was assigned to 3X or went down on my own curiousity.

Sector 22 had a quadratical shape 3m x 3m with 2 meter height. In the middle was a 1m x 1m quadratical pillar and around it were 1,5m walking space, lowered by some 30 cm from the 50cm rest to the wall. And in this walking space was a instable floor segment that I could kick through to get down to 3X. The thirty level had an entire different feeling, everything looked old, and the probably once white walls had light stains and a dirty yellow everywhere, and unlike 2X which was maybe slightly dangerous in 3x you could really feel imminent danger. From where I landed was a door directly in front of me (slightly opened), one to my left side, a small corrider to my right and a big hallway leading outside behind me. And looking outside I see a post apocalyptic scene, rotten grass, a dead tree, a small street and there were pretty strong winds. The hallway, the door-type as well as the tree and the street strongly remember me of the school building in my first boarding school.

Unfortunately the dream ended at this point due to me waking up

This is one of my
Five-Star Dreams

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
This dream was totally badass. And I never use that word. The weight of the hammer, and the force generated by swinging it and flying with it, was unbelievable. The sensations were realistic, not to mention the action was some of the best I've ever had in a lucid. Guys, if you want epic flying, speed and power all in one dream, use Mjolnir!

At the start of the dream, I was in an area that looked like an abandoned town straight out of a Western film, but it had a slightly spooky vibe to it: there were decrepit wooden buildings in two (very straight, neatly-arranged) rows going down a flat plane of rocky, gravelly land. That was often typical of Western locations in film. An interesting twist was that in this town, there were shiny barbed wire fences connecting the sides of the buildings from one to the next, and the coloration of the dream as a whole was very pale, getting dark but not quite midnight, and blue-gray. There were some pale darker browns here and there, too. I saw a few tattered smoky white-colored flags hanging on a slightly upwards angle from the very top of a couple buildings. These flags were pretty small, probably only a foot long.

I was walking through the town closer to the buildings on the right, traveling a bit slower than normal. I wasn't creeped out and I didn't have the ominous feeling that the dream could turn into a nightmare, but I was just slightly unsure for some reason, being cautious as I walked through the town. My gaze didn't move and I just looked down towards where the town ended, which as a whole was probably only 300 feet long. At the end, spanning from the last building on the left to the last one on the right and blocking the exit, was a large pile of shiny dark grey mud that was probably taller than it was wide, at around ten feet tall. There were large chunks of dried dark grey mud in it which were also fairly shiny, and I saw a few large black garbage bags buried amongst the gunk too.

I walked towards this pile for a minute or so, and got within forty feet of it before I saw two men walk up to me from behind the third- or fourth-last building on the right. One of them was dressed in a red RCMP uniform and had shorter black hair, along with a black handlebar mustache. He had a long, completely silver rifle slung over his back; the strap being brown leather. The other man was in a pale green military jacket and jeans; I wasn't looking at him too much so I don't remember other details. The RCMP man looked at me intently while the other guy just started veering off, running over to the left and completely out of the picture. He probably went into a building or something.

I stared down the man for a mere few instances and, most opportunistically, became lucid.

It took me a few moments longer than normal to realize the extent of the fact that I was in a dream. I kind of just stood there, wide-eyed, but then I smiled and said out loud while fist pumping, "fuck yeah! Now that's what I'm talking about!"

I looked around and felt no need to do an RC, but I did rub my hands together and walk over to the right, attempting to look at one of the buildings in detail. When I wasn't lucid the buildings all appeared normal, but upon closer observation they looked kind of funny. The building was made of lighter-colored wood logs, almost like a cabin, and was composed of two stories; the second story had a balcony with two supporting columns underneath it. The columns were not smooth, almost as if two trees had been stripped of their bark and simply placed under the structure. The balcony was not three feet above my head, making the entire building relatively short as well.

I turned away from the building after less than a minute, and looked around. The entire location had a slight halo to it, like objects get from the mist when it's raining heavily outside. This caused things to be slightly blurry, but I was confident that the dream wouldn't destabilize because it's never happened before, even in intense, high-speed or simply exciting circumstances. The area had also taken on a slightly bluer tone; now most of the pale browns were only in the ground. I didn't notice when the change occurred, but I did notice the difference.

"Huh! That's so cool," I said to myself, sounding interested as I scanned the area.

The buildings were also looking a bit more destroyed than before; sort of like the ones in limbo from the film Inception. They were still made of wood, but the wood was very pale blue and broken up into lots of irregular fragments, as if they could've crumbled at any moment. All the buildings were probably only an average of ten feet tall, without more than a two or three feet variation in height.

I then realized that I should probably do something fun. Being me, I forgot about my dream goals once again (lacking memory - I had tried to remember them but then just thought, bah, never mind, nothing good will come of that). So, instead I decided to summon an object; this object of choice was a super-powerful hammer from the film Thor called "Mjolnir" (mole - neer). I first looked back to where the man in the RCMP outfit used to be; he was gone. This spooked me a little but I shrugged and started to turn around, walking slowly down in the opposite direction. I kept my gaze up, level, and didn't look down at the ground at all, paying as little attention to it as possible. I then stopped, put my weight all on one foot (it felt like there was much more 'weight' on it than there should've been), and leaned over quite a bit. I reached my right hand down towards the ground, propping it on top of the newly-summoned Mjolnir. I felt a slight upwards pressure against my hand, as if the hammer would simply blast away if I took my hand off it. I looked down at the ground on my right-hand side now, and there it was; it was a good twenty inches long, with a slightly more elongated handle than it should've had, but it looked pretty awesome!

It was sitting on top of a small mound of gravel and rocky ground. Actually, it was halfway stuck into this chunk of earth. I didn't move my head or body, but my eyes darted to the right, as if I was hearing something behind me. With a determined and pretty damn pissed-off look on my face, I pulled up Mjolnir in a sudden motion from my right arm, powered mostly by my shoulder. I proceeded to swing it around to the left which passed it directly in front of my face, and spun the rest of my body around, flinging it into a man I expected to be about ten feet away, but I didn't visualize him beforehand (he was dressed in a large black hoodie, the hood pulled over his face, and had a loose chain around his neck. My arm ended pointing where the hammer flew, in a straight line towards him, and I was leaned over quite a bit, with my feet firmly planted in the ground. During the swing I felt the hammer's weight, which would've been a good 20 pounds in real life - the funny thing is, it felt that heavy when I hurled it, but I didn't get a sore arm and the throw itself was pretty effortless. It was a very strange sensation; usually these two sensations don't go hand-in-hand. I guess tiredness and muscle strength isn't a factor in dreams... But still.

The hammer whizzed right into the man at breakneck speed, going at least 100 mph if I were to guess, and I didn't see the actual impact; the man just curled backwards as the hammer hit him in the stomach and pushed him through the air at the same speed I originally saw the hammer going. There was no slight slowdown in speed on impact. Mjolnir disappeared, along with him, in an instance.

I immediately raised my head to look up into the distant sky, off to the right, just above the buildings. Then I looked behind me a bit, turning my neck minutely, then spun around again to catch the speeding hammer that I had expected to have been racing back towards me. I let my arm drop and once again felt its weight; I noticed that the handle was a bit shorter than before when I looked down at it with a contemptuous and vengeful expression - not directed to the hammer, but the group of shady individuals I wanted to summon around me - they were here to exploit Mjolnir and take it for themselves.

"Piece of cake," I told myself. I looked up to see a big mass of dark clouds in the distance; the sky wasn't entirely dark after all, so shapes were still discernible. The clouds were rather thick and covered a lot of area over the horizon. But my immediate vicinity was to be filled with ten or twenty 'bad guys'. I turned around, facing the same big pile of mud and garbage bags as before (but further away this time as I'd been walking away from it a bit). As I turned, I pictured a mass of people with guns, wearing the same military jacket as the guy I saw when I wasn't lucid - this was a first; usually I don't remember things from before hand.

I ended up facing about seven or eight men. They were leaning forward a bit and looked intimidating, but their clothing was off; they were wearing regular military camo outfits, and all of them were very dark grey with barely noticeable lighter patches (to make the camo pattern). A few of them were holding tasers, but they all appeared to be frozen and not moving that much.

"Come on!" I goaded them. "You think you deserve this, but you'll never be good enough to use Mjolnir."

When I finished my threat, I quickly brought Mjolnir over my left shoulder and, once again, flung my right arm back out towards the group. Instead of simply letting one person get hit, I was going to imagine a burst of light blue and white, semi-transparent energy to explode from it. As soon as I let go of it for the throw, I extended my arm and held my right hand out briefly - jazz hands style - and slightly curled my fingers and thumb inwards, tensing up, and then releasing the tension quickly. A pale blue, fairly transparent curtain of smooth energy burst out in a rather flat disc (not what I'd expected, but oh well...), outwards to the left and right; it reminded me of a miniature spiral galaxy. The men dissolved into thin air, but I wasn't done yet; I wanted to fly.

"I can hear you behind me!" I called, still facing the same direction. "But you'll never fucking catch me!"

I maneuvered Mjolnir, again held in my right hand, waving it above my head and bending my elbow so that it was now right on top of my right shoulder. I turned my head around and saw a very dark, hazy person running towards me, in a rather scary fashion - I heard quick, omniscient shuffling noises that were growing louder and louder, even though he wasn't running fast enough to make the sound level grow like that. I scowled and stomped on the ground with my right foot, which caused the hammer to suddenly begin flying upwards at about a sixty-degree angle; it went from being right above my shoulder to a few feet in front of my in a matter of moments. I was almost immediately off the ground. My grip on the handle was firm but I didn't feel all the muscles in my hand working; I just felt the surface of it Mjolnir accelerated fast and I felt the air rush around the front of the hammer, along with some very realistic air resistance, as if it was fighting against the sky a bit. It didn't slow down though; I trailed behind it, but I wasn't really following the hammer after getting off the ground anymore. Initially I did, and I had to hold on, but now it felt like my dream body was pushing more towards the hammer, and the hammer was being pushed forward by me. I expected this force to even out, and it did.

I flew in the sky, feeling the air and wind circulate, and I could've sworn I also felt slight coldness at one point. I had flown almost straight upright for about ten seconds at first, then I pressed my hand's grip on the handle down so the hammer changed course; I met some resistance because the hammer was set in its course, but it wasn't too bad. I tilted it down and I was now curving back towards the ground. I steered like this and after about twenty seconds I summoned a storm around me: a relatively transparent tunnel of clouds encapsulated me which obstructed my vision a bit, but then I imagined myself creating a burst of invisible energy; this made the clouds in front of me dissipate.

I woke up when my alarm went off.

I sleep at like half 5 am and i had normal dreams,, but then i started being in my room and nothing was happening .. but i started listening to a voice like little girl and she wanted to go out of my house and walk all the time... i went with her but i was in dream and i knew i was dreamin i was in lucid.. and that girl or baby was like eyes?

it wasnt a body
it was builded with one or 2 eyes lol.
so weird thats i was asking her can i ask u something?
then she gets more weird and i am more like scared or idk what to do to wake up lol..

then somehow i woke up but for real .. i didnt i still woke up back to my room and playing pc or something i knew i was in LD and that girl or whatever was playing withmy but all the time same meldody or song or questions i dont know i was just fckd up and i didnt know what to do was running on my room on my house like krazy xD .. then she again.. we jump from the window and we went near the river and i asked her Can i ask u something?
she said yes.
why are you so .. [started getting very weird face xD]
and i said something but i forgot what it was...


then i rly wanted to wake upp and i jumped and woke up in yreal.. i mean fuck this..

why when im allways sick i get ngihtmares? thats weird and i am sure it happens to everyone..

This is from my post in the thread: The Alone mantra technique.



I tried this last night, and.. It works!! I wanted to remember my dream and as a second choice have a lucid and so this is generally what happened.

I was on a mission to the moon for NASA(I would assume. I didn't have that detail in the dream) and I was standing outside the lunar lander in a red uniform of sorts and wearing the helmet that is more like a glass fishbowl that the astronauts were wearing in Apollo 13(the movie) then the actual helmet one would wear. Anyway I walked a little of the way away from(convoluted sequence of words lol) the lander when I could feel air leaking from my suit/uniform from the zipper and so covered it with my finger as I ran back to get the actual suit I was supposed to wear. Now this is were I should have realized that it was a dream because I spent at least 20 minutes of dream time trying to hook the oxygen up to my new helmet and ran out of air around 5 min. And so was holding my breath the whole time. Lol anyway at some point a new guy showed up and he couldn't breath because we had earlier misplaced(remember this percieved belief about what happened) the breather attachment so I went back in time turned into a girl(odd this lol) and stole the original breather(time loop/paradox thing. Awesome as I like time paradoxes) anyway he got the breather and then that is where I start to lose recollection. I have trouble lucid dreaming as I already am in totall control of my dreams. If it starts to turn bad and scary I will make it better if I want to go down a specific hallway I will. What is annoying is that I have absolutely no idea that these are dreams when having them(usually) so it isn't that I need to become lucid it is that I need to become lucid that I am lucid.

Thanks,
Wraith500000

I've just moved in to college. I have a dorm room to myself that is very high up in an apartment building. For some reason, I'm really in to guns, as is my dad. In my room, I have a little porch that I can sit on with a chair, pool table, and a few other little things. It's shared with other people on my floor. I have 2 guns: a old repeating rifle, and a .22 caliber revolver. (I do not know anything about guns IRL, so I don't know if those terms make sense. It's just what I remember from the dream. I think I got them from video games) I leave to go do some things, and when I get back, the shiny silver revolver has been stolen. I ask around and the lunchlady (or janitor or something) says she might know who stole my gun. She hands me a picture with three ladies on it. They look like they're sitting on a park bench at night or something.

Someone suggests that I run this photograph through a computer so that it can identify the people for me. I know that this is nonsense. There's a few reverse image searches on the internet, but the probability that this random photograph (glossy, as if it was originally film) was posted on the web on a public site is basically nothing. But I run the picture through the computer anyway. I think it's hooked up to a police database or something. It comes up with names for all of the women. I then cross-reference these names with visitor records to the dorm, and find that they all came to the dorm a few days ago. I look up security footage for that day, and follow them around as best as I can. I notice that when they're close to my room, my gun is already missing.

So, then I go find the lady who was closest to my gun (by magic I guess?) and ask her if she's seen it. She gets nervous and says that she hasn't. I grab her arm, but my hand into her... umbrella and find my gun. I say that she's welcome to argue that this gun is hers, but I'll be confirming the registration, and I think that it will be a match to mine. She's also welcome to sue me for my methods of finding her, but she won't have much luck. After all, I didn't steal the photograph I used to identify her, and I used public resources.

Also, I remember going to my dad's house. He had a bunch of guns set up in the back of the house. Like 40 or so. Tons of boxes of ammo and stuff. I look around, find one that says "carbine" on it, and aim through the little scope. It's hard to see through it.

I also had another dream last night, but I only remember fragments. There was a huge sort of.. play pen complex. Kind of like those networks of tunnels and slides that you see at the kids section at McDonald's. I don't know what to call those. This thing is huge though. It's hundreds of stories high, and kind of inter-networked with an apartment building. I know that a woman lives up there in one of the glass domes that you can look out of, so I go trying to find her. I don't remember anything else about this part. Later I was exploring with my fiancee Alisha. We find a sort of ... dock thing. It's wooden and made out of that dark pine wood that docks are made out of. I think ships might have been involved.

Saturday, October 1st 2011.
First off let me say this is one of the most fucked up dreams I have ever had. The absolute logic of the dream is probably what scared me the most, the fact that even awake I cannot find an explanation is terrifying to me. Ok, now to the dream.

This dream started with me waking up in a house that I knew was my house but had never seen before. I stretched out and yawned, then instinctively went to the bathroom to piss. I remember thinking to myself that it was odd that I knew where the bathroom was when I had never been to the house before. I kind of had this weird time skip thing where I opened the bathroom door and stepped outside into the dark yard of the house. There were wrecked cars and I realized that it was a trailer park.

There were people standing around a bonfire drinking beer and hard alcohol in red cups. There was music playing and I heard it playing but I did not know what it was. Suddenly I heard a cough and jumped a little as I noticed the guy standing right next to me. "It's kind of weird how that works out isn't it?" He said, the guy was my good friend Keith "Yea" I responded continuing the conversation that I could tell had been going on between us for several minutes, I had been talking though unaware of it. I remembered that we were talking about people with mental retardation and mental disabilities. I looked up at the sky and was pleasantly surprised by the number of stars. I turned back to Keith who was gone and instead I was now talking to my friend Tyler. "Yea Jake has Ike, and Keith has you" He said as if he had been talking to me the whole time.

Let me explain this a little bit. Jake is one of my friends who has a brother with down syndrome, Ike. In previous dreams I have dreamed that Keith is my brother. So when Tyler said that Keith had me, He was comparing me to Ike. This was the point in the dream where I started to get scared and freaked out. Back to the dream.

I started to get a head rush and felt really dizzy. I knew that I had to sit down, I rubbed my eyes trying to ignore the buzzing in my head. When I pulled my hands away I was standing in the living room of the house. I sat on the couch behind me. A man came walking down the hall with a fat cigar in his mouth, he was my brother. I had never seen him before but I knew that he was my brother. "Wheres yours?" he said taking a long pull of his cigar. I reached into my pocket and found a pack black and mild cigars. I pulled one out and searched for a lighter that I could not find. "Here" Said another man who was sitting in a chair next to me. This man I also knew was my brother, he held out a lighter for me to light up.

Something seemed incredibly familiar about this moment and I suddenly asked out of nowhere "Has this happened before?". My two brothers exchanged looks. The older of the two, and the one standing, responded "Yea, you keep breaking through and relapsing". At that moment A flood of thoughts overwhelmed my brain and I remembered that this same exact situation had happened before. Another thought that stood out was this knowledge that I had a mental disability that caused me to forget almost everything. I picked up a mini corn dog off a plate on the table and dipped it in some mustard before taking a bite.

A door opened and a woman came in. I had this spike of emotion when I saw her, it was my mother (not my real mother, I'd never seen this woman before). She started to tear up as she walked towards me. This was too much for me to handle and I shouted "Stop! I cant handle this! Give me a second!". She stopped and I saw her lips quivering as she bit them to prevent herself from crying. Everything seemed to freeze except for me at this point. I took some pulls off my cigar and just tried to digest everything that was happening.

I said something that I didn't understand and suddenly my mom came over, hugged me, and cried into my shoulder. "Dont overwhelm him or he'll forget again" My younger brother said "We need to take it slow or it'll be a relapse just like last time." Then I was alone sitting on the edge of my bed in my boxers twiddling my thumbs and staring off into space. I was thinking, about what I have no idea but it was an extremely intense moment even though nothing was happening. If I sleep I'll forget I thought to myself. Suddenly I was fighting with my eyelids trying to stay awake. After a moment I could not resist and I fell back and went to sleep.

Then I woke up.
Why does this dream frighten me so much?
Because it could be true. I could have a mental disability that causes me to forget everything. I could live in that trailer park, in that trailer with 2 brothers and my mom. Everything seemed so real and familiar it was terrifying.

Ok, I'm starting this journal to keep track of my dreams. (what a surprise!)
Lately I've been having trouble determining if I am awake or in a dream. So in hopes of being able to better decipher what is real and what is not I'm starting this log.

09/26/2011
Dream One:
"Lucid Juggernaut"

The very first thing I remember is sitting on a couch, during the day, with a few friends. Without warning, a thunderous banging noise came at the front door. Someone apparently had a battering ram and was trying to bust into the house, while we were inside. Immediately, we all scrambled, taking up our guns and preparing for a firefight. However, with the loud banging becoming more intense, some of us were able to see just how many people were out there...and how many guns they had. We were not about to stick around and be slaughtered, so we all bolted out the back door, scrambling through the neighborhood and catching faint glimpses of hundreds of these heavily-armed thugs, raiding all of the houses in the neighborhood. We were being fleshed out, and our territories were being seized by this faction.

Before we were able to make it out of the neighborhood, we were cornered by a patch of these thugs. I don't believe we had our guns anymore, and they ended up robbing us for everything we had in our pockets. We could do nothing but stand there and fume over how we were being humiliated by these goons, and how helpless we were. After cracking a few jokes, they sent us on our way. However, after a few short steps, I finally realized how crazy this situation was. I figured out that I was dreaming, and I couldn't be more ready for revenge.

I turned around, mid-pace, and began walking back toward the thugs, whom had just robbed us. I didn't care how I did it, (or that it really didn't matter, because this was just a dream), but I was about to get our damn stuff back! Lol. They all watched me as I approached, waving my hands back in my direction, and yelling at the armed men to bring it on. Accepting the invitation, they all started firing at me, simultaneously. At first, I began to let the bullets just slam into me, while I continued walking toward them. I had to clentch my fists and brace forward, because they bullets were actually a bit painful, but I tried to just push the sensation out of my mind, while I stalked twoard the men. When it finally became too uncomfortable, I took to catching most of the bullets in my hands, which also stung, but was still effective. However, the men just continued firing, and even with a good level of lucidity, it was beginning to get a little overwhelming. I was still having a good time, though, watching them sh!t bricks when they saw how they couldn't really stop me with all that firepower.

An idea came to mind. Focusing my intention to use a little telekinesis, I brought my hands in front of me, fingers curled toward on another, as if I were palming a basketball. With the men continuing to fire away at me, I drew all of my attention to the empty space between my hands, and 'willed' all of the bullets to be drawn to this void. The bullets immediately ceased hitting me, and I could literally see them being collected, in this empty space between my hands, as if there were a powerful, invisible magnet floating there. (I had gotten the idea from the Mech Suit scene, in the movie District 9, where the Mech used some sort of technology to catch the bullets in mid air, and collect them into one, floating spot.) Then, once I had a good mass of bullet heads collected in this space, the men finally stopped shooting. They stared at the hovering bullets with awe, and were obviously loss for words. Smiling, I quickly flung my hands out in the direction of the gunmen, launching the spent bullets out of the space between my palms, like buckshot from a gun (which is also what the Mech did, with the bullet tips, in the movie). It was just awesome, and I'm surprised it worked, so effortlessly. The first wave of thugs dropped like stones, and more moved in from around the neighborhood. I basically ripped through them all, using their own weapons against them, but eventually losing lucidity. I was able to keep the control for a bit, but the bullets began to take their toll on me, and I could feel myself dying. Still trying to fight through the sensation of having my energy drained from me, I eventually had to succumb. I ended up dying in the street, seeing myself in the third person as a female friend from my group clutched me and cried.

(There was a strange transition here, that might have been a completely different dream, where some girl, that might have been the same one, was going down on me in a public place. I remember being lucid here, for a moment, but still a little embarassed that people were watching us and walking right by us, even though I knew they were DC's.)

The dream then transitioned again (or there is just a lot I am missing), and I was now in some scenario where I believe I was a police offer. I had lost my lucidity again (but, again, I don't feel like it was a separate dream). My female companion from earlier was still with me, and she was acting as my 'partner'. We were in some similar situation to what had happened back in the neighborhood, in that we'd set up some kind of presence in this huge, multi-level office building, but were run out of it by this larger faction. This time it was more of a shadow organization with lots of money, modern security, and lots more firepower than even the thugs from earlier.

Having failed our first confrontation with these new gunmen, I remember us walking back out toward the parking lot, pissed off at having not been able to bring the group down. Once again, just on the verge of retreat, I realized I was dreaming once again. My disappointment instantly turned to mischeivous glee. Without saying another word, I reached into an open trunk and grabbed a handgun and immediately began to storm my way back into the tall office building, and up the stairs, toward where my squad had just been forced out of. I don't remember much of the battle, but it went pretty much like my rampage through the neighborhood, with guys emptying clips into me, and me just refusing to go down. I remember a specific corridor, where I tried shooting my gun, but it was just like a BB gun, and not doing any damage. Annoyed with this, I walked toward the nearest shooter - allowing his bullets to rip into me, on the way - and proceeded to try to pistol whip him and the guy next to him. Unfortunately, I got that 'sluggish' effect, and was not able to get any power behind my swings. The more intense the fighting got, the more I could feel my lucidity slipping in and out. I remained lucid enough to remember that I had died, during the last rampage, and I became anxious about whether or not this would happen to me again, now. I was able to survive this time, though, keeping myself calm instead of allowing the energy-draining sensation to creep back into me. Once I was done having my fun, I walked back down to the rest of my team, completely unharmed, but still riddled with bullet holes and bleeding from every inch of my body.

(There was another transition after this, which might have been a different dream, but I don't really feel like it was. It didn't really tie in with the theme from the previous, though, so I will just label it as a separate fragment, even though I'm admittedly not sure whether it was a seperate fragment, or just a continuation of the dream.)

Dream Fragment Two

I was with JH, and we were leaving my house (which was actually the house where the ex and I used to live, years ago). My mom had just come home (though she didn't actually live in that house with us, in waking life), and I had to break away to speak to her for a moment. All I can remember about talking to her was catching her on the front porch, and seeing that she was wearing a very nice, red dress, and really long hair.

Was laying in bed about to transistor into the astral when Leo and kara started annoying me. I told kara to shut up and tried to get back in (little did I know I was already in a dream) I did a reality check and could breath through my nose. Just a little more until my vision was perfect. Kara woke me again. It was a fa but I didn't recognize. I yelled at both Leo and kara for ruining my lucid attempts. They just laughed. It was a sunny day out and I wanted to tame baron out for a walk. I ate breakfast and talked with everyone. It was super real vivid and sunny out and I loved every second of it. I was grumpy because of the lucid and kept making snide comments to Kara. We went out with baron and kara. I was on a bike and baron was running along. there were kids everywhere but it was really warm and cozy outside. I was smiling. Baron kept getting off his leash and running around. Kara wasn't helping me and I was yelling at her. She was just playing dumb. I caught baron as soon as the ice cream truck guy came. We decided to go home. I was at mothers and saw that there were a ton of packages. In one of them there salad a present I bought for my mom in a dream a couple nights ago. I was rummaging through and woke.

Sunset: (non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm walking with my friend in the woods behind our school. We want to find a new way to get to school that is adventurous. It is about noon-time, the sun is high in the sky, and there isn't a cloud in sight. There is a circular, small, lake that is in front of us. I figure that we should find a way to go around it, so we just start to walk on the edge of the lake. The edge is almost like an obstacle course, only it is made out of wood and brush. It's a really hard journey, but we eventually make it to the other side of the lake.

There is another wooded area on the other side of the lake. It's nice walking in an area that is easier to go through. It's still nice and sunny in this area, even though there is tree cover. After a while of walking, we reach a greenhouse that is on the edge of a large field. I stick my head inside the greenhouse to see what they are growing, and the whole area is filled with cannabis plants. I'm amazed by the sheer number of them, and the fact that they managed to fit so many into such a small greenhouse. After I'm done admiring the peoples farming work, I realize that the sun is going down. The changing sun has transformed the field into tones of orange and red. My friend and I go and sit down outside of the greenhouse to watch the sun set.

This is probably one of the most beautiful dreams I have ever had. I completely think that me starting on B6 has helped this dream.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had one of the most memorable lucid dreams ever this morning. It wasn't filled with amazing stuff, very long or anything at all really. But how fast it turned from happy to scary was so cool! I almost laughed out loud when I woke up after breathing out and wiping some sweat away. No tasks done though.

23.10: Sleep

05.10: WBTB 30 minutes

07.10: Where's that damn sauna? MILD
I'm standing in a hallway with a bunch of other people. I'm back in school it seems and we've just had gymnastics. The teacher tells us something about this being the last day of the girls and boys sharing showers. I enter the showers and go to my locker. It starts raining inside, like the sprinklers in the room have been turned on. I grab the locker handle and pull, a bit too hard. The entire door comes off, a girl looks at me. "Ops" I say.

I spot a girl or two taking a shower and I can feel myself getting aroused. 'Fuck, not here!' I calm myself down and take a shower myself. It's completely silent in the showers, all you can hear is the showers themselves. I go to my locker again and grab a towel. I spot someone from my old class. We're in the boy's showers and I remember this place being noisy as hell. "Have these showers ever been this quiet?" I ask out loud. Everyone starts laughing out loud. The tension seems to be relieved.

I head into a room full of toilets and rinse my face in a sink. I can feel heat coming from up above and look up. 'That's definitely a sauna' I think as I hold my hand against a glass wall. It's pretty hot. My friend G shows up. "Hey man" I say. "Hey" he replies. "What are you up to?" I ask. "Not much, just getting thirty thousand from Kate Winslet, gotta go!" I'm left there dumbfounded. 'What?!'

I head after him, tying my towel that keeps falling down. We exit the showers, apparently we're not in school anymore, but on some amazing vacation resort. It's dark out and there are palm trees and green grass everywhere. I head to the right after G and he enters the first glass door on the right. The entire wall is made of glass. I enter after him and he gets into a big pool with some hot women in it. G's family is there and they seem to be having a good time. 'That fucker! Thirty thousand for doing Kate Winslet.'

I leave pretty frustrated and jealous as hell. 'Oh well, I'll just head for the sauna instead.' I have no idea where it is though. I start walking down the stoney path and try to find it by using the wooden signs. They don't make any sense. I just run around the resort for a while with no success. Going up a flight of stairs, a foreign woman in her late fourties stops me. "I want to take your picture" she tells me, obviously she has the hots for me.

'Why not?' I do the devil sign for fun quickly but put my hand down again. "No, do that sign" she tells me and I do it again. She snaps a few photos of me and I run off again. I walk out on the grass, it feels like it's plastic. I try to get up a slope but it's too slippery and I just slide down.

Suddenly I become lucid. I walk a bit and think about what I should do. But the dream starts to fade before I have any chance.

Before this dream, you need to know that Monica was giving her mom a ride, and she wouldn't be home for around two hours.

07.10: Monica? DEILD
I'm waking up from my previous dream when I decide to give DEILD a go. I quickly enter SP as I can feel my arms twitching like I'm having a seizure. My hands squirm around and I'm sure if someone saw me in bed, they'd see me flailing around. I try to relax as much as possible. I can hear heavy gusts of wind blow in my ear. 'Perfect, getting closer.'

I hear the door open and close. 'Oh crap no! Monica's home already, I hope she does what I told her and don't disturb me.' I lie still and try different ways of making this SP into a dream already. I try visualizing but it doesn't work. Apparently Monica's going to cook something and she rattles with the silverware. It sounds like they're just next to my ear. I lie still and just wait.

"Hey babe!" she says and sits down on my stomach. I moan and hope it'll pass through to my real body. By this time I figure I can still hear what's going on in real life. "What was that?" she asks me and starts to crunch down on some salad. I can see a tiny bit of her through a slit in my eye. Once again I figure I'm still in SP but can sense the real world. "Let me sleep" I mumble.

'Phew, didn't wake up.' "What? You don't want me to do this?" she asks me and starts rocking the bed. I can feel my body starting to slide down towards the floor. "Weee!" she says and I land on the floor with a "thump." I still haven't woken up and I figure it's time to break loose.

I force open my eyes and I'm in the dream! In my room, exactly where I thought I was. I get up and grab a pair of pants from the sofa and a shirt from the table and put them on. 'Time for some exploring.' I head towards the door but when I reach it, I hesitate. I remember reading that some people have reported seeing their own bodies sleeping in bed, I've never seen that. I head back into the living room. Monica stands up with her salad. I look behind her on the floor and can see my body lying halfway under the bed. It's covered in papers and some salad. 'Awesome!'

"Hey, where are you going?" Monica asks me. "I'm going out exploring" I tell her, my voice is strained and a bit louder than a whisper. "But you have to look at these papers first" she says and tells me to sit down. "Wait, can you still hear me?" I ask her. "Uhm, yeah?" 'Hmm, she can probably still hear my real body mumbling the words I speak in the dream' "That's weird" I say and sit down. I take a look at the papers, it's full of hieroglyphs.

"Okay so this is not a dream?" I ask. "Nope, not a dream" she says. "Here, I'll prove it to you." I say and grab a paper. "Write me ten symbols and I'll guess which one you point at." She thinks I'm stupid and asks me how I could do that. "When I wake up silly, I'll tell you which one you pointed at." At this point a little dream logic enters the dream. By reading about Out of Body Experiences, you can pick a card from a deck and then name that card when you wake up, and it'll be the same card.

"But you're already awake!" she tells me, clearly annoyed. "Oh yeah? Then explain to me who that is?" I ask and point at my body lying on the floor. I can see that the question really disturbed her, like a computer that can't come up with an answer. I can practicly see the "Error" signs in her eyes. She turns her head halfway with a sly smile.

A wind from nowhere makes all the papers she's holding fly around in the room and obscures my vision of her for a second. She holds up one remaining paper over her face when it all settles down. The last paper goes away and I realise the person I have been talking to, isn't Monica. It's a dark haired man with white skin, he looks sinister as hell.



I freak out. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" I yell and grab his throat as hard as I can. We both fall down to the floor. I wake up with a little "yelp."

10.00: Fragment
*I'm standing outside of a barn and there are ghosts inside of it. I use a mirror to look behind me. Different faces show up and I ask them what their names are. They can't speak but they mime them. One has the same name as my mother.

10.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 11 hours

Supplements: 1 x B-Complex, 1 cup of Mugwort Tea and 1 x Lucid Dreamer at WBTB

That's it! Amazing DEILD. Only have one cup of mugwort left, but I'm not sure it does much.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

So this is a dream I had from last night <3

I was at the church with the guy I like. I was sitting on the stairs near the stage area in the front of the sanctuary. I was sitting on the right side where the drums are. After a while I stood up and we walked around the sanctuary, it was just the two of us. For some reason, he randomly was outside and I could see him out the window. It was overcast, and there was a slight drizzle of rain. He came back in and we stood on the stage, this time over to the left in the back of the stage. He held me close to him and...(I'm not sure how to explain this) put his forehead on mine and touched the end of my nose with his. He looked into my eyes and I saw my own emotions reflecting back at me. He just stared into my eyes for a long time, until, slowly, the dream faded into darkness and I woke up, my heart beating quickly in my chest.


What I find weird, is that when I dream about him, everything feels real, like it should happen. When I wake up, I'm surprised that it was only a dream. I don't understand why I dream about him so much, and why we're always at church when I dream about him.

I wonder if he likes me just as I like him, because in this dream, I felt so close to him, and we realized just how strong the bond was between us. He acts like he likes me, but I can't be sure. It's just, I wish these dreams would come true, but I don't know... Maybe there's no chance of me and him ever being more than friends, but well... I won't go on and on...

Please comment, thank you.