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(Copied from another forum I'm on, thus spiced up with some wikipedia-links. Ryan and String are both users on that forum.)

Had two lengthy dreams tonight, the second one was a nightmare involving Damon.


I can't recall exactly what it was, but it was some Gorillaz-related event. Definitely not a concert, more something like a ROTO-book signing but way more important with lots of people attending (I think it involved Damon and Jamie holding speeches or something), but not all of them hardcore fans or anything. Not sure whether it was in Germany or Great Britain (or maybe one and the same).

The first part that I recall was me walking with Damon in some big, tall glass hall on first floor (for Ammies: second floor) level, about to walk down the stairs. The event, whatever it had been, was just over. I think most people were still in the main hall where things had happened (the glass hall was some type of lobby). The whole dream involved me walking along with Damon. It was about me wanting to talk to him and to try to establish a future contact, like an email or postal address (although I never referred to anything specific explicitly) so I could send him Philipp D. Maier Album (product placement) because I hoped (as I did in real life when I told Ryan to give it to Damon, which he didn't, which obviously still causes me grief and slight anger) that Damon would listen to and like it (and then collaborate with me :33).

We left the building. I can't recall when we talked about what, but mainly it was kind of about Damon being visibly fed up with fans trying to talk with him. He made it clear (again, probably not very explicitly) that he just wanted to take a stroll and that he was slightly annoyed by fans always wanting to talk. (I think I recall one outdoors scene where in fact there was some String-like girl fan was all geeking out on him and him visibly being annoyed.) Remember, I had an important mission in mind, so while Damon passively tolerated me walking along with him on his stroll, I only said about one sentence every two minutes or so so that he wouldn't get annoyed. I really wanted to avoid him getting the image that I was some annoying fan who wanted to talk about how awesome Damon and his music were and wanting him to sign things or anything; the reason I wanted to talk to him, after all, had the goal that we miiight just make music together in the future. I still was aware that it would definitely seem stalker-ish to give him my email (because obviously, if he'd replied, even if just to tell me what he thought, which would already have been awesome, I'd have had his email address, which would be perfectly understandable for him not to want to happen.) I remember thinking about different ways to go about this, like telling him to use an email of a friend's of his to let me know what he thought, but then in some way that would have been even more stalker-ish.

The next place in the dream that I recall was when we were in front of some church/swimming pool type building. (??) We entered the building (I think it was POSSIBLY where the event had taken place, but a different side of the building. With kind of like dressing rooms. Like they have at important red-carpet events/in film studios, for stars to dress, but well, looking like swimming pool dressing rooms. I think Bobby Womack might have been in one.) I think the walls or SOMETHING there was orange. I still walked with Damon but we were barely exchanging words.

The next part is when we left that building, too. The whole post-event dream was already in the evening and it was getting dark. At some point (in order to explain to him why a contact was needed) I told Damon that at the previous and only other event of his (possibly a concert) that I had attended (which I can't recall at all and aren't even sure whether I actively thought about much during the dream), I had brought along a physical CD of my album for him but hadn't been able to find him. I'm not sure whether that was just an excuse (not sure for what though) because then, I said that for this event, I hadn't brought along the physical CD because I, well, (embarassed gesturing) had (you-better-admit-it) just forgotten it (nervous, but clearly angry-of-oneself laugh). I feared that this kind of worked-up behaviour would get him annoyed, but he didn't seem to care much and we just kept walking without him reacting much.

At some point (the whole walking up till then was about 10 - 20 minutes I'd think), it was dark by then, we arrived at some kind of car park. (This had always been the destination we were walking to, which had added to my problem of how to ask Damon for a contact, because not only did I know he didn't want me to talk a lot, but I also was under some time pressure.) Within the building we sort of got to a staircase without any lights via where we went down into some pretty dark cellar complex. Not really sure what we did there, but the next part was about us going up the stairs again. At that point, about 600 11-or-12-year-old fans streamed down the (normal-sized) stairway and buried us under them. I think a few of them looked like Ryan, and I think Ryan had led them there. I recall being angry at Ryan (although I couldn't single him out in the crowd) for doing this shit. I was also slightly panicking because we were drowning under those fans. For some reason while I was still struggling, I knew that Damon was almost on top and out of the staircase again. I feared that I'd lose him, but for some reason, like in some computer game, I could go to some menu and see a numbered list of all persons in the staircase, and for some reason I knew that Damon was number 407, and for some reason that made me know exactly where he was, and for some reason suddenly I was out of the staircase again and running; then (the car park was really dark) I saw the silhouette of a person driving in a car which was coming from behind, so I ran up to it and asked "is that you?" and Damon replied yes (not sure how we could talk to each other while he was in the car). - I recall being really confused about him driving a car because he doesn't have a licence, but I'm not sure whether I wondered that during the dream or in that phase after a dream where you've waken up but still think that the dream was a real event. - I think I got in his car and it was there that I talked to him again ("sorry that I'm asking you, but I'm kind of desparate because this might be the last time in my life that I ever see you") (same situation in real life, I doubt I'll ever meet Damon). He replied (not very annoyedly), but I'm not sure what. Memory gets reaaally hazy from this point on but I think we drove to some place that would have taken us about 5 or 10 minutes to walk to, but took us only 2 minutes or so to drive to. There miiight have been a chauffeur by some point.

We were out of the car again and walked next to some wall maybe next to some park or something (and a street on the other side where we had possibly been driving before). I think I had lost track of Damon again. (It still (or again?) wasn't completely dark outside.) I think the wall kind of went up to some school-like building which was also the building where the initial event had taken place and outside where now fans were walking around, many of them looking for Damon. I was coming around the corner of the end of the side of the wall that didn't adjoin to the school. The wall wasn't straight all the way, sort of like this:



(For reference, the straight part of the wall was about 200 metres (for Ammies: yards) long, so pretty long.)

I found Damon on one of the parts of the wall parallel to the motorway that weren't the long straight part. Damon was sort of a part of the wall (but not in a gay Pirates-of-the-Caribbean-Flying-Dutchman way, he was rather a brick in the wall or maybe part of a (moving?) stickman graffito on the wall or possibly both). When I found him/noticed it was him (through my previously-mentioned sort-of radar), he was a normal human again and we kept walking and talking. I think this is possibly when the previously mentioned scene with the String-like girl happened. We then (or before) were also kind of running, him trying to avoid the fans and me still accompanying him. Or something. I think the dream ended soon after. By the end of all of this (the wall scene lasted maybe about 10 minutes), it was completely dark.

Before bed I took a vitamin b supplement, as well as some vitamin b-6.

Dream Avatar Technique

I am walking from my car to the university in Cleveland where I take classes. I am following a girl who is talking on her cell phone. Even though I am following her, I can see her face. I look at this for a while, as she is nice looking and since she is turned away from me she won't be able to see me. I wonder how this can be, since I can see her face. I then realize it is because she is walking while turned a little to the side, moving forward with her head turned so as to see me.

False awakening (?) I continue walking, and thinking about the dream I had "last night". Then I realize that I haven't done an reality check yet today. I question whether or not I am dreaming, and find that I am dreaming. When I realize this, the dream begins to fade, and I either drift into waking state and then WILD back to the dream, or hang on even though things black out a bit. It isn't so much a matter of stabilizing the dream now, it is just that the dream is more like a daydream, or I am only half asleep. I remember something I read somewhere about trying to identify with your body in the dream. I attempt to do so.

I am still walking to class. I reach the building, and find myself outside the building and walking next to some large stone pillars. The girl is still with me.

"Transport yourself to your dream body", she says. I know that she means another DC, which represents myself. I also know that this DC is Monk (the detective. I have dreamed a couple of times now that I am Monk. It is kind of a dreamsign.)

"How am I supposed to find him? There are so many people, and he could be anywhere." I say.

"It's your dream," says the girl. "Put him where you want him to be."

I imagine Monk around the next pillar. Sure enough, when I reach the pillar, he is standing there. He is around the corner of the building, standing still in the street as though he is examining something. I approach him, and study him for a moment. In doing so, I assume a Monk-like attitude. Then I turn around and walk backwards so that I am standing in the exact same spot as him, facing the same direction. This is not hard to do, as Monk and I are one and the same anyway, just in two different places. Then I will myself to take his place.

Suddenly, everything becomes vivid. It is amazingly vivid, as I have often seen people describe their LD's. I look up at the sky, and see how vibrant and real the color is. Everything around me seems so real, and there is none of that "tunnel vision" that I often get in lucid dreams. Along with this comes a sense of exhilliration.

"Wow!" I shout with amazemet, "This is really vivid!" A guy walking by me in a suit and carrying a briefcase looks over at me, a little startled and amused. "Sorry," I say.

It is so vivid that I begin to wonder if I am really dreaming. I know that I am, but it all seems so realistic. I do a "finger through hand" and "nose pinch" reality check. Niether of them work, as RC's don't seem to work anymore in my dreams. Still, I know that I am dreaming, even though there is a tiny doubt in the back of my mind (small enough of a doubt for me to still consider this to be lucid).

Intoxicated with the exhilliration that seems to have come with the vividness of the dream, I race up a set of stairs on my right. There are lots of people around, but I don't care. I run about about 3 or 4 flights of stairs, and pause at the top.

"Paging Dr. S____," I hear a voice saying over a PA system. I begin to get confused now, thinking that I am supposed to be a doctor but at the same time thinking it is a dream. I know in order to perform surgery I need my backpack, which I left down on the street. "Even if I am dreaming" I think, "I don't want to take the chance of not responding to this page". I turn to go back down the steps, and open my eyes to find myself in bed.

At this point I look at the clock and realize it is past 9:00 am, and I had an engagement this morning. I feel like I could have returned to the dream, but I had to get up. I did a few RC's, but I was awake.

its was a WBTB and i knew i was dreaming before the dream started. i was looking at some pipes that had a control box above them. i flipped some switches to fix something and i was explaining something to a girl i know in reality. i got bored with that so i tried to change who the girl was. i told her to change into another girl i knew in reality. she did change, but into the wrong person. she changed to my mom. i got a little frustrated so i walked down some steps(away from her) to find other people to try and control. my mom followed me. i thought i'd try to change her again. i told her to change into the other girl. she tried but ended up becoming disfigured. it was like she was duplicating but stopped before separating. she had disgusting figure. her head was expanded in the back, and there were several veins. i was a little freaked and still aggravated so i walked away, and she didnt follow me. i walked towards a group of people and tried to vocally tell them to do something(cant remember) they didnt listen and my older brother came up behind me and grabbed my hands and put them behind me. i knew i was in control so i told myself that when i will try to break out of his hold i will be stronger than him. but as i tried to pull away, he was still stronger. he let go on his own, laughing, and walked away. i walked the other direction. after walking away i noticed that my senses were getting extremely dull. everything felt like it was made out of rock. even the people in my dreams.

notes:
didnt focus on my senses[VERY IMPORTANT]
i was very aware i was dreaming but forgot the important steps to keeping control

Dream Lucid Partially lucid False Awakening.

Note: I'm not sure how to categorize this dream. I felt fully conscious, but I didn't think of it as a dream. I thought of it as another reality. So I'll just categorize it as partially lucid.

Feb. 21, '11: I had been dropped off at home by somebody. (there had been more to the dream before this part) The house was my old childhood home. I went outside to look for my neighbor's house, and see what he was doing, but his house wasn't there.
My house was attached to a school. There was a picnic table out front, with lots of people around.

I realized that I was not in my regular reality (partially lucid). I walked along a sidewalk with other students. There was some kind of object I picked up (?).
I met a girl, we walked together. She was kind of short, maybe wore glasses and a head covering. She had darkish skin. We were friends, possibly more.
I told her she could have sent me a message (to my world) to let me know she was going to bring me here, so I would expect it.
She said she did. I laughed, remembering a person who had said something to me that didn't make sense.
I said the message had been too subtle, or vague.
She seemed surprised by this.
I explained that people in my world are not taught how to recognize signs and messages from other worlds, or dimensions.
We were in a place kind of like India. I asked her where we were. She said "San," spelled either SAN or SAHN. Then we kissed and parted ways.

Then I met my cat, Wilton. In that dimension he was intelligent and could talk. He use to live with me, in my world, but had moved to the other dimension and had been living there for a while. I was visiting him.
He had his own business. He rented a room inside a larger building. There was a sign over the door with a stylized painting of a cat on it, and it said he was something like a private investigator, exterminator. Mostly he caught mice.
His business was on the first floor. there was no furniture, only a carpet. Wilton lived on the second floor, in a small apartment above the business. There was a narrow staircase to his apartment.
He had a huge bed, the size of two large beds put together, but no other furniture that I saw. I found a stack of papers, some with doodles on them, by me. there were little cartoon doodles of the girl I saw earlier (maybe to help me remember her?)
I woke up, aware of my body in bed. Without getting up, started writing the word "San," and "Sahn," and one other variant. Then I pinched my nose and breathed and I realized I was still dreaming.
I stood up from bed in Wilton's apartment. I asked if it was morning there. I felt like the moment I was awake in my world when I was sleeping in the other dimension.
Wilton and I went into his bathroom. He had a small plastic toilet. I emptied it and washed it in the sink. I saw that he drank water from a small plastic trashcan. I told him he needed a bowl and I would get him one.

1. I'm in an apartment that I don't recognize. I know that for some reason I have to get all the way across town very soon. I have a large beer that I am trying to finish as quickly as possible. There are large bowls of ramen noodles. Someone makes a toast and they say that it is for "the most boring man in the world".

2. I'm going to class. I don't recognize the setting of the classroom. I sit down at a desk away from most of the people in the room, because I do not know anyone. We have to watch a video, but from where I am sitting, I can not see at all. Some of the dream characters notice this and beckon me over. I grab my bag and I sit at a table full of DCs. The instructor hands out some papers. I look up and notice that the instructor is my old boss. This confuses me for a minute. "But I was fired... Wasn't I?" I ask. He doesn't seem to know what I am talking about.
I look down at the papers that he has handed out. The heading of the text starts moving in a psychedelic way. This should have been a dream sign, but instead I think that I am having an acid flashback or something. I hear someone laugh, and I look up to see a girl about my own age with dark skin, dark hair, and grey eyes. She is smiling and laughing at me. "I know that look." She says and winks.
We talk for a while, and when I look back on it now, it seems like she was trying to hint to me that I was dreaming. She tells me that her name is Zenia or something similar. I also talked with a few other DCs but none of them are quite as memorable.
I go outside for a cigarette, even though I have quit in real life. I run into a friend of mine, and we wander for a bit and end up in some strange mall. I realize that we will probably get in trouble for smoking in the mall so I suggest that we head back the way we came. We pass by the class again and Zenia and her group of friends are still hanging out outside. I go over and say goodbye to them, then I run back to my friend and continue on our walk.
We turn down one street and come across a family of wild pigs, inexplicably living in the town. The babies are very cute. When they see us, they run out into the street, and my friend and I desperately try to save them from being hit by passing cars. I grab one and it struggles to get away from me, and even tries to bite me. I run and put it down on the other side of a nearby fence. As I am running around to try and save the others, I realize how absurd the whole situation is. I think that I must be dreaming. As soon as I have this revelation, the dream starts to fade. I get down on my knees and feel the ground. At first it feels like concrete, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Then it starts to feel soft like the sheets on my bed. I start to worry that I am waking up. Suddenly it feels like I am standing on my bed in the dark, holding the headboard for support. I can't figure out if this is really happening or not, or if this is part of the dream.

It was part of the dream, as I got rid of my headboard several weeks ago. Another lucid though! Even though I'm still having trouble making them last, the fact that they seem to be becoming more frequent is encouraging.

21.02.2011

School, Werewolf, Megan (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Log: 11:11pm Monday, February 20-21st, 2011
8:49am
Hours: (No joke, exactly 10 hours) Alram: None Audio: None

This dream was awesome. I was at school and i was hanging out with people before class on an Orange Day. I had to go to choir. I remember asking someone what day it was, and then realizing that it was good that i didn't have Science. So i was talking to people, mostly Riley, and the time was nearing that i had to go to choir. For some reason i had brought a few stuffed animals to school for somesort of spirit day or something. I brought Simba with me, i don't know whay i didn't become lucid, because i would NEVER do that. But Montana had one exactly like mine. I couldn't go to class until i looked both of them over and determined which one was mine. So i looked and looked, made a decision and then changed my mind until i finally noticed that Montana's has a giant whole straight through the head. I laughed it off, put Simba in my backpack, and as i was leaving i noticed that Uni was on the ground. I was just like, "Really people?" And put it into my backpack as well. By now it was well past the bell ringing. It was half and hour into class already. So i sat down next to Riley and asked him ifhe thought she would be fine with it. Then i said that i had seen others doing that but i've never done it myself. SO thought about it and thought about it and finally came to the conclusion that i would go. But right as i made that decision, a bunch of people started coming into the atrium. I saw people from choir so i thought they were let out early. So it was all good now.
I wanted to talk to some more people now. I saw Hannah, Sam, and Megan Ives. They were all siting at a table. I went over and sat next to them. But they all got up immediately becasue aparently, they had something to do. So i was sitting there all by myself. But then the girls came back around and realized it was me. They all sat down, Sam imediately to my left with Hannah behind her, and Megan to my right across the table a little bit. They said hello and stuff like that, but then they started complaining about how cold they all were. And so i pointed out the apparent fact that i was scorching hot. As i let them touch my arm they were amazing and in awe at the sheer heat radiating from my body. The soonnoticed that it was like being a werewolf. One of them quoted the book or something and Hannah immitated the way Bella may have touched Jacob, and i made fun of her playfully. I was ultimately impressed with myself and the high level at which my flirting was at during the interation. I was happy. Then it ended.

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21.02.2011

Taco Store, and Chasing (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream starts out in a store that is fairly small. It resembles the gas station near the school. I was there with my family, but at the same time, i was in school. I went to check out, and i had something to do with tacos and a can of soda. I asked him if $5 would work, and he asked ifi was used to paying 75 cents atthe other gas station and i said yes. He said it was ok, but the prices had gone up. He was devestated for some reason. He told me a heartfelt story of his life as the owner or something. I was touched and as i left i told him to have a great day. I turned to myleft and started back toward the school, but in this case it was also back towards my house. As i took off, in fornt of me a a group of 5 or 6 smokers. They were actually considerate as they, instead of letting the smoke go behind themand affect me, they blew it down towards the ground in an almost ocol effect. I tried to get passed them by walking extemely fast. I worked for a few people, but then Carlton and Daniel Marcus were next to me and they insisted on tlaking to me, but i didn't want to. But regardless i asked Carlton to do the coolsmoke thing. I can't remember if he did it or not. But we kept going, and the snow got worse and worse as we approached a hill. We had to climb up the snow. It was slippery and very hard to do. I got up particularly fast, and the others asked how i did it so well. I laughed and told them that it was my childhood. Curtis was behind me, and i thought it would be funny to push him down so he would have to climb all the way back up. So i did it and he complained. But he somehow got to the top before me and took off running. I climbed ever faster and as i got to the top i told someone to watch my coat as i took off running after him. I don't know the reason i was chasing him in the first place, but i did it anyway. We were going at full capacity and it felt great. I started running out of gas, and he just kept going. So i had to use my intelligence rather than speed to catch him. He went through someone's garden and said that he was going to win because he had been there before, and it did seem familiar, as if he had done a video there before. But i simply went around, and he wa there and i ran one last time as fast as i could and finally tackled him down to the ground. And then it ended.

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21.02.2011

Zoo Animals, Jurassic Park Island (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I cannot remember much from this dream. I know animals were involved and we had to get them from one place to another. The place we were trying to get them was similar to an island that Jurrasic Park took place on. It was secretive and amazing. I was the head of the operation. The only other thing i can remember is the plane rides. There were many people, and they were all drinking soda. By the end of the ride, the drinks were being delivered automatically people they already knew hey liked the soda so much. Then it was over.

Awake, Non-lucid, Semi-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

[I had several different dreams last night, two of which were lucid.]

[Dream #1] I'm playing Neopets. [In this particular dream,] Neopia is a fully-realized, three-dimensional world, but it's still a computer game that I'm playing using a mouse. The art looks just like it does on the real site. The game is played from a first-person perspective, and there are lots of rooms and areas to explore [just like the plot adventures on the real Neopets Web site]. One such area is filled with Neopets who are dressed in vaguely Arabian-looking clothes; they all have their noses covered with veils, which strikes me as somewhat ridiculous, since they all have such different shapes and sizes of noses. This scene makes me think, So Neopia does have something resembling an Islamic culture. I click my way into a hidden area and receive a special reward for finding it.

[Dream #2] I walk into my family's house, which is big and spacious and has two stories [and looks nothing at all like any of our real ones. House #2, our only two-story house, was nowhere near that big and was laid out very differently]. Suddenly, there are several men in the house with me. They're there to challenge me to a martial-arts tournament. I had known in advance that this challenge was coming. In the course of my conversation with them [which I don't really remember now], one of them eventually says that there is no challenge. Having become semi-lucid at some point during the conversation, I say boldly and firmly, “I have better things to do.” I begin making my way out of the house.

Then, I hear my mom yelling from behind me that the house is on fire and I should get out. I do so, thinking, I know I should just get out without stopping to try and rescue other people. I go out the front door and walk down a front walk that leads to a fairly high, steep flight of concrete stairs, which leads down a steep embankment, at the bottom of which are the public sidewalk and the street. I jump off the top step to get down to the front sidewalk more quickly. I fall in a long, slow arc, taking several seconds to get down, and land softly and gently on my feet. I had kind of known I was going to fall that way; I always do in dreams.

By this point, I'm definitely lucid. From the street, I take off and fly up over the neighborhood. Once again, it takes me two tries to take off. After the first time, I realize, I messed up – I wasn't concentrating right. I try again, kicking off with my right ankle and thinking about becoming airborne, as I always do, and this time it works. Flight feels like it always does, too.

I fly up and observe the neighborhood from above. I can see a little bit of the fire coming from the house I just left. After a minute or two, I land back on the street and see a little model of a single-story house standing on a table. I examine the model, concentrating on it, and succeed in making tiles blow off the roof with my mind. This action is directly inspired by the scene in Inception where they're at the cafe and the dream starts collapsing when Ariadne first realizes that they're dreaming. While I'm making the model blow itself to pieces, I think about how, when the characters from the movie are dreaming, they might use Michael Caine's name [*see Side Notes at end] in exclamations of surprise/anger/frustration, etc., as if he were their deity, because he was the inventor of the dream-sharing technology. I immediately dismiss this as a silly idea, though. I keep up what I'm doing, and eventually blow away all the broken-up pieces of the roof, exposing the interior of the model. It has separate rooms inside. There's a small, light brown, flea-like insect inside, with a sort of sail on its back. I know that the insect is my dad. [I don't even know.] I let it crawl onto my finger, rescuing it from the destruction of the model and setting it down gently outside the model.

This scene is immediately followed by an animated sequence of two foxes romping around in a grassy field and falling in love. I know that this means that both of my parents are still alive and got out of the burning house all right.

[Dream #3] I'm outside, in the daytime, on a series of tiled walkways, terraces, and stairways, elevated and built into the side of a hill. Some boy is following me around, singing a creepy version of some children's song at me, changing the words all around to suggest that he would like to do something sexual with me. At the end of the second or third repetition of the short song, I stop, sing the end of the verse for him, then smack him in the face. Then, a passing man helps me throw the offending boy over a wall and down a long flight of stairs. I see him get up after he reaches the bottom, and am glad to see that he can still get up and that nothing's broken.

The scene shifts slightly, and now I'm on the surface-level streets, walking around a city that I remember visiting in a dream before. [Except now I don't – false memory, apparently.] The city is bright and clean and filled with big trees. There is a train station across the street from where I'm walking. On my side of the street, there is an enlarged replica of one of the stores on Main St. at Disneyland. Upon seeing the prominent train station, I remark that my dream city doesn't necessarily have to be in the States; it could just as easily be in the UK. [This, despite the fact that said train station had a sign on the outside that very clearly read “Amtrak.”]

I walk in the main entrance to the store that replicates the one from Disneyland, and find myself in a shop that is part of a mall. I walk through that first shop and into a second one that resembles a Hot Topic (all the walls are painted black), only it's girlier (there are a lot more dresses). This store also has living mannequins that look exactly like the ones they have at Old Navy. One of these mannequins tells me that she wants to try on the dress I'm wearing, which I had gotten from that store earlier. It's a strapless, knee-length black sundress with little pink polka dots, pink lace decorating the top of the bodice, and a pink tulle underskirt part that makes the skirt puff out. There are lots of similar dresses on the racks in the store. [For some strange reason,] I'm wearing mine over the T-shirt and shorts I was already wearing. I'm really enjoying just walking around, exploring this dream. I exclaim aloud, “My mind is so awesome!”

I walk out of that store and around a corner, through one of the hallways that form the connecting core of the mall. I find myself wishing I could change out of the shorts I'm wearing under my dress, and just wear the dress. I go into another store, this one a Sephora. While I was in there, the dream ended.

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Side notes:

*Michael Caine's character's name is Stephen Miles (per the shooting script); that's what the other characters would say if they were to do that. I forgot that while dreaming, though.

Last night, when doing mental affirmations while falling asleep, I focused more on recalling the memory of what it feels like to be in a lucid dream, recalling past lucid dreams, and visualizing and imagining what it would have been like if I had become lucid in one of my memorable non-lucids. It worked really well.

As I was taught when I first tried to ski, people who are right-handed are generally right-footed as well, and are instinctively inclined to lead with their right foot and do most of their controlling of their movement with their right foot when skiing or snowboarding. I'm very pleased and not at all surprised to discover that this principle applies to my flying in dreams as well. I'm right-handed (and right-footed) in real life, and from the beginning, I've always instinctively used my right foot and ankle to kick off from the ground and launch myself into a takeoff.

Original Date: Today!
Type: Ordinary - Non Lucid
Dream:
I was in my bedroom which had a table and a tv, not a bed and not like my real bedroom and there was a makeshift kitchen behind it where the wall would be. I was talking to Nick on a walkie talkie and I was startled by someone appearing in the doorway, it was my neighbor's girlfriend. I was shocked how she got in cuz my door is always locked. We sat and talked for a bit then my neighbor came over to get her. As they were leaving, he turned to hug me and said he would be back over later. (We've seen each other in passing, but never spoke a word to one another) I just said "uh huh, sure you will" while rubbing and patting his back, not understanding why he would say this when he had his girlfriend. They left and I locked my door. I went back to the room, was talking to Nick and suddenly after a time the neighbor was back in the house, he said he wanted spanish rice and pulled a bad from the cupboard in the makeshift kitchen, but it was dry lima beans with rice mixed in it. At some point, he was gone and there was a stranger girl in my living room in front of the door. That's when I noticed my door was broken, like my neighbor broke it when he or his girlfriend had left! It's hinges were off and there was rust on a broken piece at the bottom. I was very panicky about this while talking to Nick about it over the walkie. The neighbors I could see outside sitting on chairs playing with my dog while the stranger in my house was talking to me about stupid things my neighbors would do or talk about and how they'd act in the car. (I think she was a friend of theirs and at one point I actually saw her in the car with them while she was talking about it) (in real life I never see him with any friend) Then my dog was in the house, I was in the kitchen, and saw her squatting to take a crap on the floor, I started to go to stop her but then was just like fuck it and just kept talking. (My ex was in my kitchen, he used to be a cook, he took off his shoe to show me giant mushrooms that he cut and put in for padding. This was supposed to be my boyfriend Nick because of his arduous job, but turned into my ex.) Then the dog went to the living room and crapped more in front of tv. I went around to pick it up and throw it out and when I went into the living room there were people bringing in chairs and there were pieces of jewelry sitting on white pieces of cloth like for gifts or a display or party and I think it was being organized by my ex's mom, but I did not like this in my house.

Objective Context:
I heard my neighbor and girlfriend talking loudly when I first woke up at 430am (no doubt from them). Not wanting to go outside or back to work in 3 days. Feeling safe and content in my home.

Age of Dream Ego: 26

Associations to the Dream Settings:
Invasion of peace and privacy, feeling violated with loss of control. No control over my home, where I feel most safe.

Hello this is my first dream journal so here it goes. Unfortunately this wasn't a lucid dream.

So I watch a T.V show called weeds which is about a suburban family whos father died in the first season and the Mom whos name is Nancy is a pot dealer. So anyway the dream started Silas who is Nancy's son in the show. Me and him were talking about weed and after what seemed like a minute of talking he got out a bong and I took a hit off of it and he did too. Then Nancy walked into the room and caught us and then she god all mad and sent us to summer camp which resembled a camp resort i go to with my family every summer. and while we were there we met these girls one was chubby and the other was skinny and they were like the tour guides of the camp. So Silas asked the chubby one who seamed to be the leader if she knew where we could get some weed and she said "You either have to grow your own or buy it from me and mine is some ghetto shit." then she laughed and silas said that he was just going to grow his own.Then it jumped forward to where we were in a cabin and the plants were grown most of the way and then the camp rangers were doing like cabin inspections and so silas like tried to hide it and the didnt find it. then two girls named gaby and alexus who i go to school with in real life came to the camp but they didnt talk they just showed up. And that is where i woke up.

Just a few especially fun dreams from the past:

-crocidile swamps and lakes: these come up every few months, they started off as a swamp, where i noticed a crocidile close to my feet, and then another, and another, untill i realize i am completely surrounded by the beasts. at one point i was on a short rickedy dock when i saw a monsterous one that could swallow me like a tic tak. since then the dream has slowly turned into more of a lake, where i can see them lining the bottom, looking up at me, and sometimes i fall off the boat/dock im on and have to swim frantically away from them for some reason (they never move except for the big one, aside from being a little to close to some theyve never attacked). these dreams arent really scary but more of fun. (p.s. the effect where i notice more and more creatures that i wasnt aware of also happens with frogs, also pretty fun dreams since they get bigger than my head)

-Tital waves!: Title says it all. sometimes they pull me out in the water and smash me, sometimes pull me down, other times i escape, but one thing for sure is that my dream ocean is always violent. over time they havent been as tall (one litteraly went past the clouds, some force was pulling the water straight up in the sky, the wave was 90 degrees and at the top water rose up into space, and then as i ran i got hit by the wave.) now they are very violent, still huge, and i love playing in them like in real life (added bonus that i cant drown.)

-Storm dreams: something is just great about these. the ominous feeling, the sheer power, its like a real live storm (no rain lol) with giant lightning strikes that blind, shake, and make you near deaf. the feeling is amazing and indescribable unless youve done it.

-The leviathan: i was at a giant lake on top of some strange plateau or mountian thing. the sky was grey and there was mist everywhere. i went into the lake, it was deep, dark and clear. i could see a bottom of dark sand and weeds, and rising out of the bottom to just at or a little below water level were giant pillars of stone. i looked down and saw the leviathan, bigger than any animal id ever seen, even from a distance. it was way below me but i could see its smooth black body winding in between the pillars and its glinting white teeth. needless to say i got the hell out of there. had this dream once but it still goes down as a favorite.

-Good sex =) : not gonna go into this much, but it was my crush, in the shower, and it was good. ruined by some dc but it was worth it. ( also when i later looked up how to have more sexual dreams i found out about lucid dreaming, so that put it in my favorites.

-Under water Dream: started out with me fishing for really agressive fish, they looked really creepy and ready to bite off my hand, i fell in for a min, and saw purple goo, which turned out to be their eggs. after i got out i saw an expedition team going underwater in a sort of base thing that looked like a metal trailer with no wheels and a side made of windows, and i volenteered to go with them. they were trying to find out why the fish were so aggressive, and we went really deep underwater (after the shore went out a little there was a very steep drop, also it was a lake but extremely deep and huge.) we went under and the first thing i saw was the sharks there, they were pretty big. they tried to attack the base, which was against a side of the lake, which looked like an underground mountianside. anyway we had to man the guns, and shoot of cannons that shot darts at the sharks with a chemical that repelled them. then we saw a big one. and by big i mean a whale shark, doubled in size, with a hammerheads head. we shot at it and it didnt stop, i stopped shooting out of fear, and it barreled into the glass. it shattered and water leaked in, and the shark carried off the girl next to me, while we put on scubba gear and replaced the windows and pumped out the water. while this was happening i viewed the girl and shark outside of my own body, since they were far away. the girl missed being eaten, but slid down its back, getting cut on the skin, and held on to the tail, the shark swam up and made a cresent shape with its own body, and bit her. i watched a mangled peice of flesh float down as the shark began to swim, before it turned around and ate that too. little did i know that this was the 2nd largest shark, the 1st being a bit fatter and longer, but not by much. at this point, i was in the base, and i went into an airlock and turned into a fish and swam out. i felt human but to the fishes i was one of them. i saw amazing coral and fish, both with fantastic colors, and found some really cool luminescent things in these small caves in the sand. i talked to the fish and found out that since the giant sharks were eating everything, everything was in a frenzy to survive and reproduce, so they became aggressive in finding food. i was avoiding the larger sharks this entire time, which occasionaly appeared, leaving an ominous shadow, and i knew if it saw me i would die. eventually we talked to a large shark (not as big as some of the others), and convinced him to let me talk to the large shark. i couldnt tell him not to eat anything, or kill him, but i told him to not eat pregnant things so there would be food later, and dissuaded him from eating a seagull. later i went back to the airlock, but fish followed me. they had suspicions i was human, but i told them i wasnt. then a boy who quit the team from shock at the shark attack, but hadent had a chance to surface yet, came down and said i was human. the fish were in a rage and i quickly went into the base as a human. we were about to go up, but we noticed how agitated the fish were. then i saw the shadow, and the great shark came out from behind an underwater mountian-pillar thing. we freaked out when we saw its size, and the darts were ineffective. it barrelled into the base and we all died.

Underwater Dream 2- I started out looking at a huge lake that was so clear I could see all the way down into it from the road. I went to the shore and saw some normal but pretty big fish swimming. I head out to a rock island a bit further out. There are all these kids on it so I decide to get out of there. I have on glasses, and then realize they are goggles. I decide to go exploring down into the lake, and realize I can hold my breath really well. Right a way I see a barracuda with creepy eyes and teeth, but it is non threatening. I keep going and run into bigger fish. I start to see sharks, not great whites, but the smaller more common ones. I get pretty far down to a sunken ship that resembles a small titanic, with coral and rust growing over it. Here I am uneasy. Two eel-shark type things come out, they look like http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mneDhOtVEQw but are brown with creepy eyes. One of them bites me, it doesn't hurt, but I know I need to get out of there. I turn around and start swimming, and notice that as I got deeper the fishes got bigger. A huge manta ray goes by me, and two medium sized sharks go by. They are more aggressive now, and disturbingly they all have the same face. Bulbous black eyes pointing forward, not to the side like normal fish, with a small mouth with huge needle like teeth. Finally I get back to the island.

Technique: DILD (unintentional due to ISP)
Dream Control: 9
Dream Length: loooong
Recall: Above Average
Vividness: Excellent



So I'm about to go on this training mission, and one of my old drill sergeants is there, and she's wearing this red dress. We try to line up, but no body is doing what they're supposed to do. I look down on the ground and notice tiled floor, and say "hey, everyone toe the line". They do it, but it turns out this room is shaped weird, so the formation gets changed, and we're all crooked.

Our drill sergeant tells us that we're just going to have to go on that mission right away. I said "don't worry, I'm going to kill everyone for you", and she said "no, don't do it for me, do it for you". She started crying, and said that she wasn't going to be there anymore, and this silly 80s rock music kept playing over the loud speakers.

I left and found myself in my front yard with N, and two other girls. I was flirting with them as usual, and I noticed N had stripped panties. I was going bonkers. All of a sudden, all the girls were down to bra's and panties. We started walking down the driveway, and I started noticing how everything was. It was so foggy out, but the sun wasn't even visible, but it was clearly in the middle of the day by how bright things were. There were clouds among the fog that were really low, and I said "hey, do you think this stuff looks a bit weird? Like something out of a dream?".

The girls looked a round a little bit, and I did a nose pinch. It was successful, and I skyrocketed towards the air. I saw them from below and they were figuring out that they were dreaming. When I landed, N got on her cellphone, and started calling up her boyfriend, and apologizing for what she was doing earlier. I told her that she doesn't have to worry about it, cause it's a dream. All of a sudden she started turning black, almost melting and merging with the phone. She slushed down into a puddle of murk, and I knew it was boss time.

I ran over to the mailbox, and said I needed weapons, and smashed it with my fist. The mailbox was immediately filled with gloves and some other training equipment. I grabbed a dagger, and smashed the mail box again, this time requesting guns. I grabbed the barrel and pulled out this short stock desert brown, m-16 carbine. It was so light, that it felt like like a watergun. I headed back over there, and got a few blows in and the boss died seconds later. I told the other DC's to wait for me next time we get some action. One of them told me it was a training program and they could always make more.

I shot my gun a few times randomly, and some guy in a truck looking for trouble pulled up. I told him that he didn't want to mess with me at all. The guy proceeded to pull out a gun and shoot me. I grabbed his arm and the guy had a heart attack. I said "I'll make it rain bullets on you". I grabbed his gun, and shot the bullets so slow that they came out like toy bullets. They went maybe a foot in the air, arched and landed on his body. I proceeded to empty the chamber, and everyone was laughing. One of the DC's was commenting about the weird crap I do in my dreams when I'm lucid.

Me and my friends take a bus to this mansion for some tug of war contest. Our vice principal is there and he turns out to be evil and working with this half head thing to take over the world. They have been breeding zombies for years in this facility by the mansion. When the zombies are released to take over the world I'm in one of the two hallways in the mansion and there are zombies swarming many people and eating them. I go into the room and lock the door and think of what to do. I jump out the window and run in the direction I see many other people running. While running I see this guy riding a bike in the snow and he almost slips but i catch him he says thanks and rides away.

I meet up with my friends and we keep running. We get to this gate/train station of sorts and we see two doe staring out the windows toward where we came ( zombies ) with their ears flattened. This scared us because we knew the zombies would be here in a few hours after they finished eating the people they had caught. Me and my friends decided we needed to rent a car and run away. We had some money and I had a gold watch and two of us went to a hotel and one went to go find a car. In the hotel my friend said we needed to go to the store and pick up some medicine and food. I agreed but I said we could take some from the fridge and cabinets. In the cabinets there was some baby laxative and Tylenol. In the fridge there was 3 jars of different brands of peanut butter. But they weren't in normal peanut butter jars they were like in the simply orange orange juice containers. I tasted one of them that looked the best. It didn't really taste like peanut butter but it was chunky. After this I woke up.

NON DREAM DREAM LUCID DREAM
I am walking up the stairs, trying not to make too much sound, my shoes hard against the hard wooden floor, as if they might fear that I’m a prowler. It’s the house of my auntie, Chris (perhaps triggered by the lengthy conversation with my mum last night about Chris and Oma and Luke) – the original house from childhood visits - and I’ve just arrived in Holland. Coming up the stairs onto the first floor, the door is open, so I’m planning on going into the first room opposite the stairs without stirring anyone, but when the bed comes into view, there is a soft pre-dawn light filtering through transparent curtains, and my cousin Luke is going down on his girlfriend, she wearing nothing but a green t-shirt (perhaps a reference to my favourite colour at Induction Day at Amnesty yesterday)... They see me almost immediately, reacting surprised, the girl gesturing with some embarrassment that my room is upstairs, as I also try and save the situation, like I don’t want to interrupt I only need to know where I’m sleeping and I’ll be as quick as gone. In the next room, where I expect to find Chris, there is again movement under the blanket, and multiple heads stick out surprised, with at least three couples all surprised to see me.

Upstairs in the dark, spacious attic like a small community hall with hard wooden floor, there are lots of people who are familiar to me as the friends me and Luke used to hang with when we were all younger, and starting with Luke, I give them all big powerful hugs, crushing them close for a brief passionate hug in the excitement, although physically they all resemble closer the dark long-haired, Latino faces of More’s friends we used to hang with in Cusco, or in Plaza Dorego in Buenos Aires, and I suppose thusly, a gringo, a friend of a friend, I’m more excited to see them again as they are of me. They’re all coming to visit at the same time, and next I remember that a band, modelled physically on the consummate rock star faces of The Church (in mid-December 2010 they played at my last shift working at Notes), singing 90's grunge music, the singer almost resembling a thinner version of old Peter Fonda (from the Californication episode a few days back on late Sunday night), playing a low-strapped electric Stratocaster, in the middle of the room without needing to set up.

At the drinks table, a guy who is in his late 30’s, a musician type, recognises me as the guest of honour, asks me to crack his back, and I don’t need too much instruction before I hold him firmly with my left hand on his shoulder and with my other hand cupped inside his left shoulder blade push it forward with a sinewy pop that seems to relieve him. He then tests out how much looser his shoulder feels, softly but still quite rigidly assuming a drummer’s stance and playing a simple beat on the air. There’s another veteran of the rock scene, tall and strong and a bald head, dressed sharp and all black, and, in the obliged manner as if the gig and their being present were contractual, he pours me a drink as if for a competition winner. He and the drummer talk about how tough musicians have it, continuing without irony even as I tell them that they’re lucky, they get to make a living out of playing music.

*

In another scene, I am downstairs, outside in a small narrow courtyard on the side of the house, and one of the girls across from me talks about how they have this thing they do, and I realise that there’s a guy that has already scaled the two tiers of sloping tiled rooves.

He is standing on the edge of the roof, if only for the rush of adrenaline, when he suddenly snaps backward violently as if slipping, and very quickly slides on his back down the first tier of slick, concave terracotta tiles, bouncing down onto the second shorter tier, when we all stand, reacting to break his mortal fall, but without significant resistance caused by any one of us, he somehow slows, turning on the lip of the roof and, cart wheeling smoothly in the air, lands gracefully on his feet.


In a subsequent scene, I move naturally through the liquid surface of a horizontal, rectangular mirror set at eye-level on the wall, coming out again in the darkened back of what resembles a garage and move to the front, with the big barn-like door open and strong sunlight coming in through the gaps in the roof as if it were made up of long sticks bound together, or lots of big holes in the jungle leaf roofing.

I notice a strange looking child next to my leg, who seems to be alone (perhaps like the toddler in the stroller alone outside the general store along Glebe Point Road yesterday, staring expressionlessly down the street) and I stoop to it, perhaps to ask where her mother is. The ugly, fat baby, standing up wobbling with arms outstretched, not physically older than 2 years old, talks to me, although in a squeaky voice, perfectly, like talking to a much older kid. Loose, pock-marked skin, becomes mice ears the next time I look (like my pet rat when I was in my teens who developed a tumour and lost all of its hair)...

Holding it in my hands, I put it down to let it free as an over-grown bald and wrinkly mouse, that resembles the skin and deformation of a person with an ageing disorder. I think about it again (perhaps based on my background thinking lately to more regularly question to the logic of what I’m experiencing, and exercise my memory like whether I can remember the steps that lead me to my present location) and suddenly realise that I must be in a dream, immediately holding my nose and when I feel the contradictory wind through my nostrils, I say out loud that I’m dreaming to Simon Patterson who has been with me for sometime now, who I know will be interested in this realisation and follow me in exploring its implications.


Lucid dreaming, I suppress the thought that I might wake up if I get too excited, as well as the thought to write down this breakthrough and document what is happening subsequently (as if learning from the previous attempt – with the differently coloured humus – where I immediately began writing in the excitement, a reaction that I explained to Symo and Ken on last Friday night as being stupid, saying that ‘I totally missed the point’), and have no trouble focusing on trying to change the scene with my mind, focusing specifically on the mirror which we have been passing through. I see the people in the courtyard on the other side, but now the conceit doesn’t function, and the mirror changes from a realistic inanimate object into never existing in the first place, an empty black frame built into the wall. I had assumed that my sub-conscious was still active, and it seems from this evidence that my awakening of conscious awareness in the dream has limited the fanciful potential of my imagination.

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This took place a few years ago maybe 2006.

Background: I am white and American and have had black friends but that's about it.

My dream had me as a young man about 21 walking on a typical street with my guy friends. I knew I was black and I could see my hands and also felt this was a dream. I knew my friends and all their peculiar aspects that make people different. I felt the freedom of dreaming and knowing it and being white and yet never being able to shout the word I did so now, "Yo nigga! Nigga nigga nigga!" My friends looked at me like I was really stupid like "whats your damage?" That was not what I expected, as a white person you come to fear that word lest you start a fight or be branded a racist. My friends continued walking down the street more discussing some crazy things this guy did. I was looking around at street lamps and random stuff so I could see the world through a black mans eyes, of course there was no difference. Then I started to float above my friends and looked down at them as one of them was getting all animated telling this story.
Then I was in a nice house, I was the same person and felt the same. My coat was no longer on and I was wearing a childish looking striped shirt and I was in a bedroom, my bedroom. I recognized it and yet knew I had never seen it before. I walked out of the room to look around. In the hallway a my sister [never seen this girl before and yes she was a black attractive girl maybe in her mid teens] came out of a room and started yelling stuff at me, she was really angry. I had never seen this girl before so I just stood there thinking of how strange this was getting. She stopped and waited for me to say something but before I could my mom walked in [yes another person I never have laid eyes on], "What is going on in here?" My sister yelled a lot that I was doing something to upset her. I was starting to identify with my new self and didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to say the wrong thing and make things worse. This was getting intense and I could feel my dad [he was a quiet guy but large, the strong silent type but the mom ran the show, and yes he is unknown to me, as a white man anyways.] My sister on a rampage yelled "BUT MOM???" I felt I had to get out of there and the dream, or whatever it was, faded. I woke up happy to be out of there but glad I had a new appreciation for the Afro-American experience.

December 8th

I was crawling through the streets of Africa, I was hiding from nothing. I went into a dance pad to see the girl I like in the arms of my friend. I unleashed a massive payload laying down every person in the room.

I then escaped noticing a lot of blacks looking at me, admiring me becuase I just shot up a bunch of white dudes in the Dance Pad. The next thing I remember I was driving the car below and racing it against someone.



As I was racing in labs, the car disappeared and I realized that I was running . Then I stopped and found my dad waiting for me in a near by bush. We went to play baseball, only to find a kid I know beating up another kid in the sandlot.

Then the scene changes and I heard about some assassination during WW2. The guy who did this was kept in prison and died at the age of 42.

The scene goes blank and I find myself wandering through different floors of my school. I remember entering a floor and have people yell at me saying it was forbidden.

I enter my Spanish class and sat down with my students. My teacher said we were working in groups; so I got paired with a Devil, Zombie, and a ghoul which looked similar to the one below.


It was crazy and I forgot to do a reality check. I ran out of the classroom and remembered drinking from a water fountain. As I was drinking I jammed the water fountain. Then it started to over flood and the water turned into eggnog and cappuccino. I remediable seeing a chess board in my dreams and playing against a man who said he was trapped in the dream world for 7 years. I immediately did a reality check but woke up instantly. This was a really crazy dream.