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I'm dreaming about the ocean, and I'm on a shore at nighttime with others across the beach. I have flat surfboard and I keep riding out on it a few feet into the water but as soon as i cant see the water beneath me i go back to the sand. I keep repeating this. I see LAbrsh surfing and trying to be cool. There's a random girl a few feet next to me. I get a text, it's from a number I don't recognize telling me "megan fay is murder" which was mistyped. I wait to authorize if this person meant 'fox' so I ask but before I can get a reply Labrsh pulls out his phone and says it. The girl me and him don't believe it and turn to our left and tell a group of people. There in college it seems. We ask for a tv in some dorms. Across the shoreline down west of the beach are dorms that spread down. one guy says yes and we race down the shore and inside a dorm. Labrsh says dont follow me and i say im not im just running beside. we get in and we immediately see a large glass window, like looking into a store window full of tvs and it's true. Megan Fox was murdered in her room and before she was she made a tape. In this tape she is making flowers with cake icing on something and shes saying shes sorry to movie producers and friends that she has to miss filiming to mourn for her passed father or something.
i leave back to the beach but first i cant find my way. i bump into someone im arguing my point against that megan fox is similar to marilyn monroe. but she disagrees. when i get to the beach, there are a bunch of people fucking and i fuck a college chick and then people start getting mad after i pull out, and we appear walking into a building, and into a gym where all the girls are dressed now stretching in a circle, and the boys are on the side about to run. i quick get dressed so i can run too.

Earlier dream:

I'm in New York with Laura. I don't remember how we got there - by train I think. My house is still in NY, but it's really different. We go outside and there are some kids with posters and Matt Brst is there, it's for the boxer rebellion thing i got in the email. Theyre going to set the flyers up all around town and this makes me mad because i want to beat them at it. At some point me and laura are in my kitchen snuggling and talking. then im back in milwaukee trying to print those flyers so i can go back to NY and beat them, but i keep running into problems and wake up.

I see my grandpa in my dream. We go to their apartment, and he's still alive. He looks youthful and young. I get the vibe that they think we don't want to be there and that we don't like coming to see them. My mom has brought cookies, and I give them to grandpa. I turn around to walk back to sit down somewhere and i say "theyre chocolate chip" but he yells at me and says "these arent chocolate chip these are .." and i cant remember what they said. it was like oatmeal nut or something. But then i play it off like i knew that and the chocolate chip cookies appear next to them. My mom and them are talking about the importance of god and the bible, but my grandpa doesnt say anything about it. There is a loud meowing and I go open the door, which leads to a mirror image of their balcony, and it is raining and the cat looks like JWB but someone tells me its a neighbors cat. I let it in and it runs over the the windowpane of the real balcony but it doesnt get out and runs back to the other one and falls down the balcony to another floor. but its okay and keeps meowing. All I keep thinking is how much that cat must hate the rain.

Awake Non-Lucid

It's one of those times, where I feel as though I'm in a completely different world. I feel as though I'm in a fantasy book.

There was hills in front of me. I know that I have a power, some sort of magic. I see a girl up ahead. I have feeling that she has written, created, this power. What is this?

I walk up to her, and ask her about it. She tries to explain it to me. She mentions a war, and that some people don't like this power. I get confused.

"I still don't understand what I can do, or what this means." I say. She doesn't reply, looking a little hopeless.

[Dreamskip] I'm in a supermarket. The power, or energy in me, is still there. I still don't understand what it is, does, or how to use it.

I have an impulse to go to the bread aisle. I feel as though someone is watching or guiding me. I walk along, for some reason I try not to think about the power.

There's that girl again. She's small, with short dark hair. I'm about to ask her more questions, when everyone stops. Everyone stares at me.

"Run!" I hear.

These are the people who don't like the power. Everyone's attention is on me. They hiss, looking animalistic. I start running, dodging through aisles and eventually through streets and walls.

[Dreamskip] I'm now at school. I pulls my hood up, covering my face. These people don't like the power. They kill people with the power. I walk quickly towards the door, but I'm on the third floor.

As soon as I think about it, everyone stops and glares at me, looking bloodthirdsty and murderous. In my head, I see a vivid visualisation of a giant blue eye on the wall, staring at me. This is the thing that controls the people.

Before I think about it, I run as fast as I can down the stairs. I run into the quad, but they're advancing on me. I instinctively run up the side of a wall, knowing that the power allows me to do so.

[Dreamskip] I see a map. It's set in blocks, each block a different colour of each part of the building. It looks like a giant maze. There's someone with me, but I don't see his face clearly. He whispers in my ear that they are still searching for us, and that we should avoid thinking of the power within the building, and get through it as fast as possible.

So I open the door, and head into the maze. The first door shows an old woman, rocking in a chair, glaring at us. I say nothing, and offer no explanation, but simply go to the door in the room, and open it into another.

I don't know how many doors I open and rooms I go into. But I see different things and people in each. Some are blank, some are disturbing. I start to feel scared when in one room, there is a girl crying in a corner. In the last, there is a dead black dog.

I go to the dog, dispite the warning of my companion (I now realise that this was Asher. I couldn't see him, but I could feel him if that makes sense.) I slowly stroke the fur around the dogs ears, feeling terribly sad. My companion kneels down beside me, and puts his arm around my shoulders comfortingly. I roll the dog over to see that it has a zip going down it's chest, down it's stomach and to its tail.

The zip is open, showing its organs and inside. I try to zip it back up, but the zip gets stuck. I get angry and frustrated, tugging and the zip harder and starting to cry when it doesn't go any furthur. I don't want to run, or hide, and I don't want this evil feeling around me.

The guy grabs my hands and prys them off of the dog, slowly lifting me to my feet, keeping a hold of me to stop me falling over.

Then I woke up.

I've noticed that my dreams have more reacurring dream signs. But they're not mundane signs such as water or buildings. I dream of Asher, Katie, occasionally Skylar. The old hag/woman. The giant eye that watches me. Some sort of power is usually associated.

It's like a puzzle I feel I have to solve.

In my dream...
I was with my sisters, I think, at some shore-side beach town with a boardwalk and shopping malls built up around it, with restaurants and stores, stairs and escalators.
I don't know quite where this dream picked up, but we were trying to get into this swanky, special restaurant, and had to go through like a screening process. We got lucky tickets to enter, but then got zapped or shot with something, water or bullets, that left six little red welts on my stomache, lined up in a row, three on each side of my abdomen.
I was allowed entrance.
The restaurant was really pretty, on a roof top, lots of blues and whites. We didn't have to pay for the meal, yet it was a beautiful gourmet meal. Seafood.
(here's where it gets weird)
They were shooting octopuses up into the air with a cannon, and the octopuses would spin up in the air and then blimp out a parachute and swirl back down to the ground safely. They were very colorful and translucent, and it was fun to watch; but I was scared of what happened once they landed.
I was eating some seafood dish, and it was good; but then something caught my eye to the left. Some storage door opened...one of the octopuses had gotten out. He was huge, probably 4 feet tall, tentacles twisting and moving as he pushed his way out the door.
Then he looked at me. I can't explain how scary it was. His eyes were pure evil, surrounded in black, angled dramatically, furrowed furiously glaring, sheened over glossy, deep, black, angry stare. Right at me. It was like my vision suddenly tunneled and focused right on those eyes, horrifying.
I was petrified! He squirmed his way over towards us, and I think I stood up and ran. I ended up at a door, apparently some place I was staying. I now had an octopus myself, and it was on the floor, only it didn't look like an octopus. It looked like a cuttlefish, changing shapes and colors, morphing right there in front of me. Then it was briefly changed into a small, reddish-brown dog, chiuahuah sized...
I was on a ski lift, and I had an octopus around my shoulders, then it was a snake. My cat was there too, and he fell off the lift to the ground. I don't know how, but I zoomed from the chair in the air down to him, and picked him up, all the while with the snake around my shoulders. He was hurt, but he was alive.
That's about all I remember...
Definitely an odd dream with all the octopuses.


I can't get the image of the octopus glaring at me out of my head, so I'm going to draw it.
This is what one site had to say about octopuses in dreams: Octopus

To see an octopus in your dream, means that you are entangled in some difficult matter. Your judgment is being clouded. Alternatively, the octopus indicates that you are overly possessive and maybe too clingy in a relationship.

Which does apply...my relationship is shaky, and my boyfriend is really attached to me, and I might be ignoring my gut instinct that says I shouldn't be with him.

DJ Log: March 19, 2011 – 4:00AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am standing in the basement of my parent's old house, listening to the sound of them watching TV upstairs. I walk upstairs into the living room and see my mom sitting on the couch and my dad sitting in the recliner, eating popcorn. Their dog, a black toy poodle, is sitting on the couch beside my mom, staring at me and wagging its tail. My cell phone starts ringing and I retrieve it from my pocket to see an incoming call from 'Lucid Awareness' on the screen. I step into the hallway and answer the call, but the line is silent.

I immediately become lucid and look back at the phone. The screen is now blank, but the phone is projecting an image of the screen onto the wall in the hallway. Suddenly a text message appears from the same caller, 'Lucid Awareness'. I don't bother to read the message, but drop the phone and walk back into the living room. I say to my mom, “This is a dream!” She gives me a strange look and says, “No, silly, it's not a dream.” I say, “If this is not a dream, could I do this?” I effortlessly push my right index finger through my left palm and show her what I just did. She gives me a brief look of shock, then looks back toward the TV.

I go over to a fish tank on the table and reach through the glass and try to grab the fish. The fish quickly swims away from my hand as I try to grab them. I can feel the cold water on my arm and the bubbles rising from the air pump at the bottom of the tank. Suddenly the dog starts barking frantically at me, then runs over and starts biting at my other hand. I pull my arm out of the fish tank and walk away from the dog, but it tries to climb up my legs and bites at my ankles. I say to the dog, “Stop it, or I'll put you in the TV.” The dog gets even more angry, growling and biting me even harder. I pick up the dog and walk over to the TV, tossing the dog into the screen. The dog passes right through the screen, then turns around and stares at me through the glass with a very confused look. Both mom and dad stand up and start yelling at me to get the dog out of the TV. I get down on my knees and reach into the TV screen, but I can't find the dog. I reach a bit further into the TV, up to my shoulders at this time, but I still can't find it. I ask my dad to grab my legs so I don't fall in, then I climb in about to my waist. Suddenly, the inside of the TV turns into a rainbow vortex and tries to pull me in. I can feel dad pulling at my legs, but he loses his grip and I fall into the vortex.

I hear a loud bang sound then quickly wake up.

I had a few dreams earlier which i recall but this is the lucid dream.

Key: Non Lucid Lucid

I was sitting in a folding chair with 3 of my friends at the elementary school of our district. And i was listening to my iPod. I don't know what music it was or any music at all but my teacher walked in front of us and started mouthing things, i didn't hear him so when he started to walk away i pulled of my earphones and said," What?" he turned around at started mouthing something again. i pulled my earphones out again and i said, "What?" (should've become lucid taking my earphones out twice! lol) then he started to say something but he was talking really quiet and not how he really talked at all. so i reached up, did a nose pinch RC and was fully lucid!! i ran down the hall screaming," This is a dream!!" And the people just kept walking away. my arms were really heavy so i stretched them out a bit so i could run and jump easily. i walked down the hall and followed my best friend, but like 2 or three people were right on MY back following me. so i screamed, "STOP FOLLOWING ME!" and they turned around and walked away. i followed my freind for a few seconds then said," where r we going?" he didn't say anything, but you know what i heard? the scariest noise ever... it sounded like this:beep, beep, beep,beep, beep, beep,beep! beep! beep!!

Then I woke up. i was sooo mad i set my alarm for 5:09 but i mustve became lucid at like 5:07 or 5:08! i slapped myself for that i was soo furious, that was my best lucid dream ever in my life!

So, it's been a while since I've bothered to post on here. I just don't have that many interesting dreams.

OUTLAW! - Me and a small band of friends were apparently fugitives, wanted for possibly robbing a bank. I wasn't quite sure. Anywho, we were being chased by another band friends, who were the cops. Me and my gang ended up hiding out in my shed, which was completely revamped, larger, clean, and stockpiled with weapons. Suddenly the cops found us, and were trying to coax us out of the shed. All of a sudden, the background changed and we were in what seemed like the 1880's, with cowboy hats. The cops now had simple one shot rifles, but we had modern technology! After talking with them, I got sick of it and grabbed several hack saws and an RPG. My gang threw open the doors of the shed and I aimed and fired - Striking the center of the group. As the explosion boomed, we bolted out of there and down the street - After grabbing a few hacksaws and what I think was a box of grenades.

We decided we would leave by train, and hopped on. We thought we were safe, but the viewpoint shifted and I saw the cops, banged and bruised but still alive, on the train cart behind us, trying to follow us.

I set my alarm clock at 5.00 in the morning to try WilD. I attempted it 3 times. Each time i was close to the turning point, but every time it failed for various reasons. Me being to excited was the main one.

But because i was constantly saying i was gonna have a lucid dream while trying wild this sunk into my mind. After the three attempts (1.3 hours later) i gave up so i went to sleep. The first thing i remember dreaming was that me, a friend were cycling though a forest. After going on a hill, we saw a huge camp of tents. As we approached i saw my mother and some of her friends. Se told me we were staying the weekend in the tent camp. I though something like "wtf are you kidding, im going home."

I walked away to a house ( a reception or similar). Here a saw some men sitting. One of them was constanly shifting. First he was a black man then a white man. This ringed a bell in my head of " hey this cant be real" . Then i realised that i was dreaming.

I stood outside and thought man it would be cool if i could fly. I jumped and suddenly i found myself flying upwards. In the sky i could see stars made of pixelart. As i flew along i suddenly found myself flying among a dark tunnel and at the end there was a minecraft like world . As i flew in that world i stopped and stood on the land. Suddenly all the blocks started rising upwards and shifting rapidly. I stood on some sort of platform.

After this i remember being in my kitchen. I heard my father coming up the stairs. I was unsure of wheter i was dreaming so i checked my hand. My left hands fingers were short and stumpy and blurry. Because of this i knew was dreaming again. As my father walked into the kitchen he started talking to me. I do not remember the entire conversation anymore, but i decided to open the windows after a while. I stood on the edge. I decided to jump to the other side of the street. As i did i came just a few metres short and smacked on the ground. After this failed attampt i decided to fly again. I said FLY to myself and this made me fly vertical at a super fast speed. As i was afraid i would fly to far above i said STOP FLYING. but This made me drop faster then a anvil. I saw the ground coming closer and did all i could to make me fly again. I failed and landed on the street. There i saw a car and i thought ow i want it. So i went to it and dragged the people inside out. Then i found myself in a bedroom. I though to myself , mmmmh i want a pretty girl. So i started turning around and when i stopped the bedroom was filled with old lady's.

I then woke up inside a building with people. I though the dream was over, but it appeared to be false awakening. After this i woke up in my own bed.

The dream felt somehow vague but i can still remember some things in detail. I never had something even like this, and it surely was my weirdest dream ever. I hope i didnt bore you with it. But i just wanted the share my first expierence with lucidity. Happy dreaming

Ps: im suprised that my first lucidity went on so long. Normally it ends fairlly quickly because of excitement etc. i heard.

Backround history: In the dream, it was so ilegal to skipp school that you got shoot right on spot if the polis realized that you where skipping school.

The dream: The dream starts of with me who are on a buss thinking on that i am on my way to freedom from school. (Wich is akward because i like school ) for some reason, my sister are on the same buss.

The buss stop's at my old kindergarten. Wich is a exact replica of a place 1 kilometer from my house.

I start's to run because i want to be very far away when the police starts to look after me.( In my dream, i starts to think on my previous attempt of skipping school, wich was a actuall dream. So you can say that this was a continuation of a dream that i had 6 month's ago)

I gets telleported to a candy store and buy's candy. All of the sudden, my sister comes into the store and starts begging me for candy . I get's telleported to a place 200 meters from my old kindergarten and starts to run again.

I get's telleported AGAIN to a medow 500 meters from the spot and start's to run again.
I see a huge hole( Wich is reinforced with concrete and looks like a bunker and a prision at the same time) and jumps down into the hole. I see alot of hot chics there who eats chicken
and ask's me if i want to join them. Then i wake's up

ps: sorry for bad english

DILD
This Is My Second successful DILD
Non-Lucid Lucid

I Opened my eyes and saw white all around me, I reached my hand out to touch whatever I could, It was fabric. I was in bed covered by a large thin white sheet, I attempted to remove it, but as soon as I touched it A Voice Boomed so loud and rustled my sheet. "I AM THE WIND!, IM HERE TO KILL YOU, IF YOU MOVE OR SHOW ANY OF YOUR BODY I WILL CUT YOU UP!!!", I was temporarily frightened until I came to the realization that I didnt fall asleep with White Sheets
I Was Lucid Now, Now without fear of the Frightening Wind, I removed the sheet that had been blinding me and stood up to find myself in an apartment room. The room was litered in Erine Propaganda,( The Orange guy with the red nose on Sesame Street) It was littered with posters and wallpapers of him making obscene faces. After stabilizing my dream body I noticed a tub of coca-cola bottles, To my right was a Living Ernie, he had been staring at me since I woke, I imagine he was the one making the voice of the Wind. I was only slightly disturbed by his cartoon like face. I grabbed a Coke out of the tub and threw it at his head, It smashed in his face and he let out a shriek of pain before falling back into an open window. He screamed the way down. I didn't pay anymore attention to him and decided to get along with the scenario, I noticed a curtain to the left of my bed, I opened it and found another Ernie sitting down staring at the wall blankly, I had no idea if he was alive or just a statue. (I wasn't really looking to find out.) I closed the curtain and went out into the hallway. At this point my hair was starting to bother my face, so I tried to push it away from my face. But it wouldnt budge, (My hair was in my face when i went to sleep.) It was so irritating, at that point I started feeling my physical senses were being triggered and I felt the dream collapsing. The floor suddenly snapped in two and a wild earthquake ensued. I looked out side and saw the sky getting blurry, The buildings outside were catching on fire and exploding. as the explosions got closer and closer all of a sudden the other Ernie ran out from his curtain space scowled at me and yelled "THATS WHAT YOU GET FOR MUDERING MY BROTHER!!!", The building Exploded
I woke up.

I went to bed last night after watching an episode of MLP: FiM (don't judge me, it's a good show [ask Marvo *here* and he'll show you the error of your pony-less ways]) and drinking a glass of apple juice (which can cause vivid, albeit weird, dreams) so that probably had a hand in last night's dream.

I was taking a walk in the park like I usually do when I saw a horse walk by. It was white, had a blue mane with cyan streaks, and was wearing sunglasses like the one in Blackberryfox's avatar. I did a couple reality checks but they failed, I got annoyed at that because I knew it couldn't possibly have been a real horse. I must have said it out loud because the thing called me a "neighsayer" and left with a snort. I instantly became lucid and began stabilizing/anchoring myself to the dream by eating an apple I found on the ground. Everything became so damn vivid and life-like at that point that I started to think it was real.

I reassured myself that it was just a dream and headed home so I could get to my computer - which is what I usually use when I want to be transported to some far off place (woo for Google Maps). When I got there, Firefox was already running and open to a Youtube video - episode 20 of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (fuck yeah!) I clicked play and eventually lost lucidity. By this point the dreamscape had changed from my bedroom to Equestria and everything became all cartoon-ish. I was in Applejack's orchard and saw her and Twilight talking. Applejack noticed me, got all excited, and called me over but when I finally got close enough to greet her, Rainbow Dash came in flying and crashed into me. The dream started destabilizing and I heard Applejack say something like "remember to email (or maybe it was just mail?) me when you get home." Then I woke up and my chest felt sore for a minute or two.

Confound these ponies, they drive me out of lucidity. D:

Dream - Lucid - AP

I was at work, and we were closing. I was working with like 3 or 4 other people. All the lights were off, and I had already counted down my drawer, when a bunch of customers walked in, and my coworkers started to serve them, even though we were about to leave. This went on until about 11:30pm, when we close at 9pm. There were still people in there at that time.

Then, I was in the back, and I felt like I looked different. My stomach looked distorted and muscular, and my face felt a little off. I think I even looked in the mirror at some point, and thinking it looked different. I knew that I was turning into a horse. I also knew that this was something that happened to me once a month, and it lasted for a few days. It was really bizarre. I know Ryan was there, and I had to explain it all to him. I "remembered" myself as a magenta horse, walking around in the coffee shop. I had a purple and red striped sweater on. I remember debating on whether or not I should wear a shirt during the transformation, or just going around as a "naked" horse.

I was then in a bedroom, and Ryan was there with me. He was laying on the bed. I thought he'd be really put off by my transformation. I kept thinking he was, but I don't think he really cared that much. Then, I felt myself transforming. I felt my back muscles and bones enlongating. I kept feeling it come in waves. It was a really strange sensation. I also remember looking at my hands, and imagining them turning into hooves.

Then, I was wading in a creek. There was a little boy there with me. He got swept off in a deeper, more rough park of the creek. He went underwater, and I pulled him out and saved him so he wouldn't drown.

Then, I remember fighting some huge, 3-headed flower beast. I "remembered" fighting other ones similar to it beforehand. My mom was with me.

~

I was about 14 or 15, and my brother was 12 or 13. I remember being at some weird computer with a white screen. We were outside. The computer was at a kiosk-type thing. I think it was outside of a school. My mom was with us. Throughout this whole dream, I knew I was experiencing my past, and that what was happening had already happened.

Then, I saw my brother as a host on Nickelodeon with another guy his age, who, in the dream, was called Ricky Lake. They were hosting some party, and were on live television. They both had microphones and were talking about the party, and about what was going to come on next. I feel like I saw something like this more than once in the dream.

Then, I remember seeing my brother on TV answering calls from viewers. Again, it was live TV. I called in and started cussing and telling off Ricky Lake. I called him an asshole. Then, I told my brother he'd probably get fired for my actions, and he did lose his job as a host. That was apparently one of the reasons why they stopped doing things live, and started prerecording them instead.

~

I had a false awakening that I was getting up to get in the shower. I opened my contact case, which looked like my jewelery box in waking life, and my brother's contacts were in there too. I said something to him about it, and he apologized. I took his contacts out and put them in his retainer case.

This was early in the first sleep cycle. The dream didn't start instantly, that I'm aware of, but about 20-30 minutes later.

It was night time. I was living in my backyard neighbors house. In my mind, both of these houses were home. (They are very similar to each other in real life.) Everything was epic looking. Larger than life. The house was roughly double sized and decadent like no expense was spared making it. A bright moonlight night was outside my windows. I got a loving phone call from my girlfriend who needed a ride. I felt fantastic. I was wondering which house to take my GF too.

I went out the front door, but it exited onto my backyard patio. Standing there in near pitch blackness were my two lost best friends, in the old version of backyard (it was redesigned a few years ago). They were laughing and talking together, both harshly and intoxicated.

I don't recall exactly what was said (it may have been abstract) but it was very rude. I remember them physically surrounding me on both sides. Slapping me on the back. I felt offended and overwhelmed. They acted like crude, spiteful, burnout versions of themselves.

Just then, the backdoor opened. Out came an arm with a rather long thin, gray telephone receiver. I heard a voice say from inside the house: "Telephone for you!"

I thought, "Which of my old friends will be rude to me next?" I became very distressed and cornered feeling. --Then I woke up.

Waking Hallucination (?): When I opened my eyes. I was laying on my back. Above me, slightly off to the left and down a couple of feet was a large dark spot on my ceiling. I kept blinking hard. I'm sure I was awake. I looked around the room, all else looked normal.

The black spot was about a 2-foot radius. I started to focus on it carefully and could see that the edges of it were swirling. As if it was a flat-ish mist disc, or a rotating projection. It was slowly drifting away from over my bed, to the left corner near the foot.

I was watching it closely. The mist started to thin a little, and as it did: two faintly glowing eyes appeared in the middle, blankly looking back at me. They were about 10-inches apart, beady, and slightly smaller than dimes. After several seconds more, the "thing" gradually faded.

To my awareness, I've never experienced visual hallucinations upon waking up before. I was not paralyzed or having a false awakening. At no point was I afraid. I wasn't sure what I was looking at exactly. I felt more relieved to have left the dream, than afraid of the cloud. I got out of bed. I didn't go back to sleep for hours.

Fell asleep a little after 2AM and woke up at 2:38AM. Generally speaking, this is a weird time for vivid dreaming. I usually don't recall dreams in the first 3-REM stages. When I do, it typically ends a 90-minute cycle. However, I've noted a few nightmares in the first REM cycle after viewing shocking material.

Note: I have an unpublished dream journal of strong, bewildering nightmares that took place heavily in 2007, lingered into 2008. In June 2009, I had one terrible nightmare. Some of the recent trickster elements in my dreams reminded me of those days.

Im at school about to go to the hall, but T is trying to keep me away from there. I go inside and try to close the 2 doors, but its difficult.
I play some CD and suddenly the lights start to go off one by one. The soundtrack sounds pretty creepy and the lights flash.
I go to the other hall and there are some young children sitting on the floor being frightened because of whats happening.
The teacher of the kids needs help to find the control panel where I could turn the lights on and the music out. I see it immediately and wonder why the teacher doesnt see it. I put the music out. I start to browse some CD's and try to find something playable, but I cant find.


I try to go to sleep next to my mom but I see that my dog is there and I wont


Im skipping an hour off from school, and we are at some forest with P and J. I try to make up a good excuse for why I was skipping a lesson and I come up with the idea that my stomach was hurting
The clock is 11.30 and I start to walk back to school. I hear some weird drumming and I make conclusions that its coming from the elementary school and they are having some show there.

The following occurred last night as I was attempting a visual MILD. The fact that the dream world reacted to my commands and thoughts, at least partially, is an encouraging sign for me; it is the first time I have exercised any measure of control in my dreams. Additionally, the fact that my logic center kicked in in this dream to recognize a DS is another encouraging fact. I found the visions that permeated the transition from the dream to the waking world, and then stayed with me in the waking world for a short time, to be disconcerting but not frightening in any way. Maybe a false awakening?

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

I enter a cave that is lit by the daylight pouring through the gaping opening. The walls appear reddish, as if maybe made partially of clay. I have entered the cave with a group of children; feels like I am leading a field trip. On the walls of the cave is writing that appears to have been smeared on with some sort of green substance, maybe paint?

Directly ahead, the path in the cave splits in two; one path, the one to the right, continues on straight ahead and the one to the left continues downward. My “class” stays to the right, on the straight path and I can hear their playful yells back and forth as they all appear to be having a good time. I begin to walk down the downward sloping path to the left. A few feet down the grade I kneel down for some reason, as if to tie my shoe. I suddenly think to myself “thank God for that sunlight. This cave would be pretty damn spooky if it were nighttime outside.” As I think that, the light from the cave’s mouth vanishes and I am cast in darkness and overcome with a feeling of dread.

I tilt my head up and suddenly realize “I am dreaming. There is no way the light would just vanish at the very thought of it in the middle of the day were I awake.” I stand up and run my hand along the wall to my left (I am facing back the way I came, up the path towards the cave’s mouth). I can feel the moisture of the cave’s wall on my fingertips. I still hear my “class” yelling and playing on the path above me and to me left. I no longer feel any fear whatsoever, though I must admit that the echoing sound of children playing in a damp cave completely bathed in darkness is a bit creepy.

I say aloud “I have no class and those children do not exist.” The sounds of the children fade away into a background humming that won’t seem to stop. I then state, forcefully “illuminate!” Nothing happens. This time I yell “Light damnit!” The cave is not illuminated, but I can now somehow see only the wall to my left and just make out the green markings.

The humming noise has grown increasingly louder and I realize that it is coming from the humidifier in my bedroom in the waking world. I am once again bathed in complete blackness and I yell aloud “No! Keep it together! Stay in this dream!” But the world has gone completely black and the sound of the humidifier has grown louder. I no longer feel like I am standing anywhere, let alone a cave. I only see complete blackness. Before my eyes I do see visions of luminescent skeletons dancing about and then strange faces that I cannot identify.

My eyes shoot open and I am lying in my bed. The visions of the faces and skeletons are still in my line of sight. I shut my eyes quickly, the visions are still there, and re-open them, they are gone. I roll over on my back and perform my RC, confirming that I am now awake.

I was in the car with an OGF. I knew it was strange, but I didn't become lucid. She was having trouble with the gear shifter (though it was on the column). We discussed that for a little while.

I had a couple dream skips. I think the first one was me standing outside looking at the stars. It was interesting to see the detail. I saw individual stars and star clusters. I took it in more than usual.

Then I heard a voice say that everyone was a stand-in as in a movie set. It didn't refer to me though. Something was going on elsewhere.

The next dream skip was me in a car again. I was the passenger and the driver was having a problem. Someone told the driver to back up. He did so and he almost went back too far. The driver started explaining how the car got messed up.

Then I was out of the car and I was fighting an an alien from They Live. In that movie, a massive signal was broadcast to make these aliens look like people, but if you wore special glasses, you could see that they were aliens. Then I was one of the aliens. Yikes!

I was fighting someone and they kept blocking my punches. It turned out to be Chuck Norris. He knew just how to block punches and tie up my arms. Darnit!

He threw me to the ground and I saw a burn mark in the carpet where a hot pan had been. Our hands were about to go into the burn mark and burn us. I tried to win Chuck over by warning him and lifting his hand away from the burn mark, and it worked.

At least the dream ended there.

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I was in some school that I don't recognize, I'm taking a class that doesn't make sense in waking life, but it was a type of composition class.

I was working on an assignment. There were ab out 10 pieces of paper about the size of a playing cards. They were layed out in two vertical rows.

Having used some of the information on two cards, I was trying to stack the papers to be more neat. The teacher was upset about it and wouldn't let me. I was really frustrated because I needed to organize my work. She made me be quiet. I was so frustrated I started punching myself trying to give myself a black eye.

I couldn't hit my eye, but I could hit myself in the head.

The End