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Nightmare Game
Let's see if I can explain this for you. It's actually very interesting, and I found it very scary - so keep reading!

I was with my Dad, ready to play a videogame, but the way I accessed the save files was very weird.
There was a cylinder of stone, which had small angels carved into it. Below each angel it said the name of the level I was on, and the time and date I had saved at. There was also a statue of a tree (I think), and other carvings on rocks. It was like this huge centrepiece of carved stone, and I could access the save files of the game by interacting with the statues in real life. Very odd, I know. I chose to delete a couple of save files. The statues broke apart and fell into a moat of water around the centrepiece. Again, very strange.

Something about the angels, the save files, made me afraid. It was like I was preparing myself for a journey. A dark descent...
The game was top-down, set in the dungeons of a castle, I believe. There were demons, living dead, all manner of creatures which could drive a man to insanity.
But this was no easy hack and slash adventure game.
It was about creeping through dark corridors, hoping you wouldn't be seen, hoping you wouldn't be killed. It was a game, yet it was real at the same time. Imagine Amnesia from a top-down view, with weapons and more creatures. And then make it real.
This game was terrifying. But you know what? It was addictive. The fear and the adrenaline pushed me and my Dad onwards through blood-stained halls, seemingly empty passages, tombs, catacombs, crypts, and more, slaying horrible enemies all the way.
We played and played for ages, each step we took putting us in more danger.

-recall skip-

My character walked up out of a cellar, into a large modern house. It was eerie, and contrasted with the somewhat medieval setting of the world below. But something was wrong.

It seems that fear manifests itself quite strongly in dreams. It becomes a part of the world - it's not just a feeling any more, it creeps into everything. You can't escape it - everything feels wrong when you're afraid. Anything can turn against you in a dream - nothing is solid, nothing is permanent. An empty room could fill with enemies desperate to tear your heart out and feast on your living body.
This feeling haunts me in every nightmare I have.
I know subconsciously that every room I enter is putting me in more danger. The fear inside my brain can create more horrible things, causing more fear. There is no escape.

There was a % above my character, next to a skull. I knew that if this gauge reached 100%, my character would have some sort of seizure, and demons would manifest in his world, ready to kill him. It was horrible - I was battling my character's own sanity.
I exited the game, but the fear followed me. Exiting the game was pointless. It was real, it was still there. The gauge referred to me - not just my in-game character.
I had to research this medical condition which caused hallucinations - I had something to do with the vascular system (it doesn't exist, but in the dream it did) - and at any moment something could just "pop" and I would be plunged into a world of terror.
I reached for a nearby laptop, but I couldn't find Firefox on the start menu or desktop.

End of dream.
Wake up, then go back to sleep.

No Reflection
This dream wasn't scary, unless you count the fact that I nearly slipped down a huge waterslide (hey, I'm afraid of heights).

I was on some sort of desert fortress. It was a large building, and the architecture was almost alien in design. Think "Sandtrap" from Halo 3.
There was a gravity lift, which would shoot me over to another "arm" of the building a few hundred feet away.
I walked up to the gravity lift, and was flung into the air - but instead of going the full distance, I landed in the sand below, in the middle of the gap. I hit a piece of scrap metal.
Standing up, I walked towards some steps, back onto the strange building (or alien ship, who knows).
I went through a doorway, which lead to a normal dining room - except at the far end, there was the start of two waterslides! As I walked over to get a better look, I felt myself slip - oh no! I was sitting on the precipice of the second slide, feeling the water run underneath me. I struggled upright, and backed away from the edge. My subconscious does everything it can to make me do fall down huge drops, or go on rollercoasters and waterslides. Every time there's a perilous drop, I slip or find myself sliding towards it, almost like I'm being dragged. I think it's because I really don't want it to happen, so it does.
I turned around and faced the rest of the room.
There were some people I didn't recognise inside, now. They told me their names, and I told them mine.
"Yes, we know who you are," a middle aged woman said.
I had the feeling that I was famous or something, except I'd forgotten it.
"You know me? How?" I asked. "What did you see me in? What did I do?"
She mentioned something on TV or the theatre, I can't remember. My Dad appeared at some point, too.
My vision blurred and I felt dizzy, as a result of banging my head against the metal on the desert floor earlier. I walked over to the table, and looked in a big mirror on the wall. I couldn't see myself or my Dad! I had no reflection, but I could see lots of people eating dinner at the table in the mirror. When I looked for real, I saw nobody sitting there.
I said to my Dad, "Dad you have to look at this, quick! We've disappeared or something, just look at the mirror!"
The middle aged woman was still there, so I told her about our problem. She took out a camera to test if it would pick us up, but that seemed to trigger something.

Floating tiki heads started flying through the door, angered for some reason. They looked a bit like this.

I won't let them take me! I thought - even though I wasn't lucid, I managed to project white light at them, and shrouded myself in it. It was a sort of energy, and I used these powers to fight off the tiki heads.
End of dream.

There was a sort of false awakening too, or a "false reality", but it wasn't very exciting and I can't remember it well, so this is all for now!
As always, comments are appreciated.

Im going to this place which is partly underground. The entrance looks like S's house. Its pretty dark outside and theres some lamps next to the door, there is also some snow on the ground. I enter the place and there is H and J and some guys I dont know but they look like "though" guys. We are planning to get drunk and one of the guys starts digging his bag which looks like a bag where you have your sports equipment in like skates and so on, its black. He grabs some bottles of Koskenkorva and Vodka and gives them to me and the other ppl there. P joins in but he doesnt want to drink. I start drinking from the Kossu bottle and H is sitting opposite me and drinking also. I dont want to look at H in the eyes because they are so big. I start to feel this warm feeling and that Im getting drunk. The place where we are is like a locker room and theres an entrance even deeper underground and theres this restaurant. The people in the restaurant start to get pissed of "to those youngsters drinking in the lobby" I start to feel like moving away from that place because of the attention, but the other guys wont move. I go to the restaurant and sit to a tiny table with P and S. Then we start to hear sirens which sound like police sirens, so I ask "They are coming for us right?" I know the police will make me blow on a gauge displaying the possible amount of alcohol in the air exhaled so I grab some soda water from the fridge and start drinking it. It tastes just like soda water. Why Im doing these is that I thought it would make it seem like I wouldnt have drinked so much. I take my wallet and grab 5euros and give it along the soda water bottle to JH and like make him to pay it for me. Then there comes these 2 guys shouting my name down to the restaurant and they say that the police want to test me now. I go up and there are these 2 polices dressed as civilians. They test me with a breathalyzer and first it shows like some 1.5 promilles and then it goes from 15 to 0.5 almost all the numbers between really fast. I start to beg the police not to tell from this to my parents so I say that I just tasted some and can I get away with this If I pass the drunk tests (like walking a straight line etc.) Suddenly we are on a roof of some building and its alot brighter and snowy. I start to walk a straight line and ask "Like this?" and then when I have walked the line the other police grabs me from the hands and is like pushing me. Then he says that I passed the test and they wont tell my parents about the drinking. I thank them alot and show some interest to their job. Then I see this device on the snow and ask that is this their phone, then we realise its some alarm device for the roof. The other polices son comes to him and I jump off from the rooftop to the street. Im walking now on the street and its rush hour cause theres lots of ppl walking. I cross the road and come to this plaza. I see some bums verbally abusing each other and then they become violent and start up a fight. Some of them have knives and some shout "F*ck this it hurts too much" I decide not to go to the plaza.

Im at our living room and I should go to school but theres this some movie coming from the TV and I hear S and J's voices telling how hot the woman in the movie is, so I decide to fap to it. I go to my "computer room" and try to take a desk but theres another desk under it. I have some paper with me. The lighting is a bit weird its same colour as one of the walls in living room.

We are at this boarding house with A and S and we are trying to find an exit from there. We go to the other end of the house and theres F and K in front of the mirror putting their hair. We ask them for the exit and they say theres none here. I go to this room and there comes a guy from our school to the door where you get outside. Hes running from a teacher and first I decide to ignore him but then I open the door and let him in. He thanks me and I say to him that He hasnt ever met me if someone asks.

Im at this laundry room and I hear that someones coming so I hide behind some very thin objects. A hot woman comes in shes brunette and shes like deciding what to wear. I try to be quiet and not to get noticed. Shes in front of a mirror and then she bends over, and Im just looking at her ass and thinking "Holy crap thats an awesome butt". I try to hide my face so that it doesnt glow in its paleness and reveal my hide out. Im wearing a black t-shirt and sweatpants.

02/08/2011
Dream One
"Oneironaut vs. the Dream World"

(Wow. This is the longest entry I have made in a long time. Lol. It's been a while since I have taken melatonin, and I ended up taking 6mg last night, before bed. I also took a batch of multi-vitamins late, which might have played a part in this. I had a ridiculously long lucid, filled with some of the most incredible action I've experienced in a long time. Unfortunately, this dream was so long that I was not able to retain a lot of the detail - even though I stopped myself and tried to remind myself of the past events, along the way. Oh well. I was able to recall all of the encounters I had (I think), but the details of each fight (and the timeline of which fights happened when) are either hazy, or completely gone.)

I was back at my High School. (I had gone to a friend's memorial service, on Saturday, and it was at our old High School. I hadn't been on campus in over 10 years, and we actually got to go inside and take a look around, which was pretty surreal.) I was either in the gym or the cafeteria, and there was something strange going on - though I can't remember what it was. A kid near me was trying to help figure out exactly what was causing these strange occurrences, and he looked up behind me and pointed his finger toward the ceiling, yelling out "Look!!" When I looked up, I saw someone's arm, high upon a window sill, drawing itself back, as if trying to stay out of sight, the rest of the body hidden because of my lower position. This was all too familiar, though, because not only did I recall the last time I saw a mysterious arm tuck itself away from my sight, high above the floor, but the arm was decked out in that same tell-tale green and red sweater. I both became lucid and recognized this recurring character, at the same time. "Come on out here, Kruger!" I called up to him, from below, now fully aware that I was dreaming.

Freddy showed up. Unfortunately, I don't remember much of our conversation or fight. I do remember that at one point, he charged at me, and I did something of an aikido-type of counter, sidestepping and grabbing his arms - using his own momentum to turn him into a front flip and land on his back on a cafeteria table. After a while of fighting, he'd ended up giving up. (That makes twice he's given up against me, so far. Ha!) and I continued on around the school.

I remember even less about the next encounter, but I somehow ended up getting into a brawl with SSj Gohan, from Dragonball Z, still in the school. (I would almost think of this as completely random, but I did have a dream that SSJ Gohan was stalking me, some time ago. I was not lucid at that time, and ended up spending the whole dream running from him.) I remember vague images of this live-action kid with bright blond - almost platinum - hair standing up on his head, and wearing that purple gi he'd gotten from Piccolo. Unfortunately, I don't remember much of the actual fight, but I remember that it had ended up back in the gymnasium. I walked toward the closed gym doors, where Gohan was about to make his final stand. When I stepped toward the doors, prepared for anything, I remembered the Kaiyo-Ken attack, which is one of my favorite things to do while lucid. I flexed my upper body and imagined the energy pushing outward from my center. The dream was very vivid, and I could feel the energy surging through me, small flickers of red waves of light radiating around the edges of my peripheral vision. I could tell that my body was ablaze, but - in retrospect - I wish I would have looked at myself or something, to see how awesome it must have looked. Lol. The last thing I remember about this part was pushing open the doors and walking into the gym to finish the fight. Don't remember how it went, though.

The school scenario continued. Sometime after my fight with Gohan, though, I had lost lucidity. A couple of friends and I were walking on the top floor of the school, and ended up in a wide open hall that felt somewhat like our old school library. (In real life, the school was only two stories tall. In the dream, it was much, much taller.) There was a long row of windows, set over a wall that was probably about 3 ft high, to our immediate right. Seemingly out of nowhere, a Harrier jet hovered into view, its nose slowly waving from one side to the other while pivoting along the hallway. (I was playing CoD before bed, which heavily features Harriers.) It was scoping for us - one of us, at the very least. The moment it zeroed in on us, the fighter jet opened fire. High-caliber bullets came streaming in through the glass, and my group scattered. Being that I was the closest to the wall, I hit the floor and rolled toward it, positioning myself to a seated crouch in a corner, below the window - just this short, thick stone wall between myself and the flying jet outside. I figured that, if I wasn't directly in front of the window, the jet would no longer be able to see and target me. I was wrong, though. Even through the explosive shower of glass particles, I could see the tracer rounds blazing into the building over me, my friends ducking and diving behind any cover they could find for themselves. Then, the train of supersonic shells began to descend toward me. The plane was now gunning for me, even though I thought I was out of harm's way. I lay down on my back, the bullets cutting down through the glass, and then into the top of the stone wall I was hiding behind, busting through the stone barrier as if it wasn't there. All I could do was watch the tracers break apart my hiding spot and rocket across my body, inches above my chest. A feeling of dread washed over me, and all I just hoped to God that the onslaught stopped - that the pilot would become convinced that I wasn't actually behind this disintegrating wall anymore, and cease fire before his bullets cut through me.

I don't know if it was my subconscious will what made it happen, but the line of fire settled on a height just mere inches over my chest. Even though he kept firing, he wasn't cutting down through the wall anymore. His aim just loomed over me like a limbo bar. With these few passing seconds, I had enough time to process my disbelief at what was happening. I realized that I was still dreaming. Immediately, I jumped up to my feet, completely ignoring the machine gun fire, which I must have simply phased through, because I didn't feel a thing. Itching for revenge, I remember jumping out of the shattered window and landing on the plane itself. I'm not sure exactly what I did to it, but the next thing I remember is levitating in the spot where the jet was once hovering, and looking down below me as the jet fell toward the earth, already engulfed in flames. It hit the side of the building once and exploded, the wreckage crashing down to the courtyard floor.

More time passed, and I was now walking through another section of the school, still lucid. I was in an outside, upstairs hallway, walking with some teenage kid (as a visual aid, here is an actual picture of an upstairs hallway that I took, when we visited the school). He was leading me somewhere, but at the time, I didn't know where. The longer we walked down this hallway, the more it seemed to morph. It was changing from the school to something of a dark, medieval castle, the stair-well area that we were coming to turning out to be a catwalk-connected castle tower. We stepped into the dark tower, and guess who showed up to greet us...Ol' Freddy Kruger. Again. He thanked the kid for leading me to him. Apparently, the unknown kid was just sent out to fetch me. Kruger wasn't the least bit happy about our earlier encounter, and he wanted another go-round. This time (as I had done in a previous dream against him), I matched him nail-for-nail, flicking my fingers so that matching razors came out of my fingertips. We had a short clash in the tower, but again, I don't really remember the details of the hand-to-hand combat. The one image I do still have is of stabbing at his face with my fingers/nails, and him bringing up his own hand, threading his fingers between mine and stopping my hand right in front of his face. We fought for a while, though, and it actually ended up spilling off campus. I remember running out to the parking lot with some girl, and we both jumped into an old muscle car. There was a high speed chase where we were either chasing or being chased by a 'ghost car' that was being 'driven' by Freddy (by that I mean he was just controlling the car, but no one was in it). Unfortunately, I don't remember much more about this part than just weaving through traffic with the girl in the passenger seat. I believe that it was sometime around here, that I lost lucidity.

(It's possible that this next part was a separate dream, but I honestly don't know, so I will count it as the same one.)

I was back in the High School. There was a girl walking in front of me, and I remember looking at her back, lost in thought. (I don't know if it was the same girl from before.) For a moment, I had completely forgotten about all of the previous events, but the girl looked back at me and said something to jog my memory. (I wish I could remember what it was.) Whatever it was this girl said, she tipped me off that I might be dreaming. A bit surprised at the possibility, I looked at the wall to my right, where a clock was supposed to be. There was no clock, but there was some kind of schedule which showed times that marked certain events. Using that as my clock, I remembered one specific time on the list; 9:59. I turned away from the schedule and when I looked back, there was no 9:59 anywhere on the list. I had to look carefully, because there were times close to it, but there was no 9:59. I was still dreaming! By this time, I was completely amazed that I had not woken up yet. I ignored the girl and tried to recount all of the events of the dream(s) I had been having - thinking back through my fights with Freddy, Gohan and the Harrier. Even by this time, I didn't remember all the details, but I remembered the basics. The girl stopped and asked me something about why I seemed so distant. I told her that I was in the middle of the most incredible lucid dream, and started exclaiming about all the battles I'd won.

We walked through the 'multi-purpose room' (which was the main room that we entered/exited, when I revisited the school in real life, on Saturday), and out the side doors of the school, toward the parking lot. There was someone walking out behind me, but I didn't notice at first. He was talking shit to me, but I wasn't paying him the least bit attention. Eventually, he said something about the boy that had led me to Freddy Kruger, some time ago. I heard him imply that I had kicked the kid's ass (though I don't remember doing so), and that the kid was his brother. Apparently, this DC wanted to fight me, in his brother's name, but I really wasn't interested. I had half a mind to just keep on walking, and let the guy keep on running his mouth. But then he said something about my ex, MJ. I can't remember exactly what it was he said, but it was something like "Or maybe you'd like to hear about what I did to your girlfriend, 'the Virgo." (MJ is the only Virgo I've dated.) I stopped in my tracks and turned around. I recognized the guy. He was B.S., one of the 'tough dudes' back in HS, that you just didn't fuck with. J.S. was his brother (in waking life, but I didn't recognize the kid from before as J.S.). He chuckled at the fact that I had turned around at MJ's name. He said something like "Ohh....why so defensive? She's not really still your girlfriend, is she?" As he said this, two other guys walked up beside him, putting down their bags as if they were all about to kick my ass. Still completely lucid, I said something like "No...but I'm just getting tired of hearing you talk." I stepped up to him, staring him dead in the eye. I said something like "Well? You are apparently looking for a fight. Go ahead. Come on. Do something." This obviously threw him off his game. He stammered a little bit, looking at his friends. I just egged him on. "Come on," I said, looking down at my wrist, as if there was a watch on it. I warned him that "you're running out of time," knowing that I would be waking up soon. If this guy was going to make a move, I wanted him to do it now.

He did. He and his goons all attacked me at once, and I basically just tore them apart, punching and kicking from person to person, not worrying in the least about their attacks. It was like Jackie Chan taking on a bunch of punks. They didn't stand a chance. I just completely took them apart, criss-crossing between them - moving as fast as I could to attack whomever came in range. By this time, there was a crowd gathering, and one guy came close to me yelling "Yeah! Alright! ...." and I punched him in the mouth, thinking he was one of the attackers. The guy stumbled back, holding his face, and said "WTF?! I was rooting for you!!" Quite comically (and in somewhat traditional Jackie Chan fashion), I apologized to the guy and kept on fighting against the small gang of schoolyard bullies.


(I woke up during the fight. From the way things progressed, I was already amazed at how long the dream had lasted. I knew that I'd taken a lot of melatonin, and was expecting that I had slept most of the day away. But when I looked at the clock, it was only around 7:30am - and I didn't go to sleep until around 4:30am. I had only been asleep for 3 hours! I was absolutely blown away by this, and I jumped out of bed and went over to the computer to jot down my notes. Looking for a chance to induce another lucid dream by WBTB, I then went back to bed and tried to fall back asleep, before I stayed up too long to do so. Thanks to the melatonin, I had no trouble drifting back off.)


Dream Two:
"Fight and Flight"

I don't remember anything about this dream, before becoming lucid. I was with Todd and, having already known I was dreaming, I was flying over the landscape with him right behind me. Since I had a lot of room to work with (and no real plot to pay attention to) I was really pushing my speed, digging in and trying to go faster than I had, the last time I was flying as fast as possible. I had amazing control, and I would dip down toward the patches of water beneath us, changing directions close to the water and having it spray up around me in my wake. I remember just trying to go faster and faster. Every time I would settle on a speed, I would try to push it even further. Flying over what was either an ocean or a marshland, I came toward a patch of trees. The patch was at least 100 yards wide, maybe slightly longer from front to back. For just a moment, I wondered about trying to fly around these trees, but since I was going so fast, I wanted to try something else.

When I came to the watery forest, I imagined myself phasing from left to right, zig-zagging so fast that I became nothing more than a non-local blur moving through the trees. I have never really done this before in a dream, but it worked perfectly. I didn't lose speed at all. I simply came in contact with the forest, and 'whisked' my way through the trees, shifting myself around so fast that it practically felt that I was in more than one position at once. Still flying at a breakneck pace, I exited the forest, looking back behind me and seeing that Todd was still right there on my heels. There was no trouble with gravity; no 'sinking' feeling, when thinking about the fact that I was trying to fly. I was just in total control of my flight, at a level that was very rare for me.

The last thing I remember about this dream was that we had landed on some far-off jungle island. Night had fallen, and there was a bit of a scenario about a voodoo-type tribe treating us like monsters and plotting our demise. We found ourselves in a torch-lit courtyard, standing before a set of enormous doors made of logs. The doors flew open, and an enormous beast charged out at us. It looked almost human, but had elongated arms like a gorilla, and it was very pissed off. Once again (and this is becoming an unfortunate habit), I can't actually remember much of the actual fight. I do know that we ended up winning, because there was a part afterward, when we were talking to some of the indigenous about our victory.

(Even though this dream seemed much shorter, I woke up almost 6 hours afterward, which I would suppose accounts for most of the details of the fight scenario being lost. All in all, though, the entire night's worth of dreams was absolutely amazing.)

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Yesterday I was having a dream about some guy interviewing me for a job I didn't want and was not qualified for.
Anyway...
I slipped into a passive observer mode (POM). I have never been able to do anything to mess with a dream in POM. Soon some guy crawled on his hands and knees over to another guy looking at his crotch. I was NOT going to watch this! It is time to end this dream but I was in the POM. Then I started to debate whether I should be aware that this is a dream! This lasted for a few seconds then I thought about the paradox about asking myself in a dream, if I should be aware if this WAS a dream! I woke up thinking WTH was that???

Now I am fully convinced the pressure and trickery to not be aware is in our minds, or at least mine, and thats where the work needs to be done. It's not biological or "natural", it seems like it is some kind of learned dream psychosis. The only other place in our lives where this kind of self imposed amnesia or self deception is used is when there is something too traumatic for us to consciously confront. Even this trama would have to be healed and the "sufferer" ultimately has to confront what they are hiding. Well at least I know who the man behind the curtain is now, it me.

aaaNega Caden aaVs. aaCaden aaaaSolo Round!!!

02/06/2011
"Everybody Falls the First Time"

I was outside a house that kind of looked like my grandmother's, on my dad's side. There was an overhang above the front porch, and I had to go back into the bushes to look for something. This porch was infested with spiders, which had made webs that criss-crossed through the small walking space between the bushes and fence, and the deeper I got into this space, the thicker the webbing network became. I had been trying to keep out of contact with these webs, but it was just impossible. When my arms or legs would touch up against the webs, I could feel that they were about the consistency of metallic thread, and I was feeling more and more trapped inside. It got to the point where I wasn't sure I would be able to get back out from behind the bushes, without taking some of these webs out with me. Small spiders dotted the webbing in scattered areas, and I was able to avoid them, for the most part. A friend of mine handed me some sort of cleaning tools - though I don't remember what they were - and I got to work, breaking these webs and spraying whatever spiders I could find.

Randomly, I happened to look to the left, eyes fixed just slightly higher than my head. There, hanging no more than a foot away from my face, was the grand-daddy of all spiders. It was hung with its enormous legs curled up to its softball-sized body - the entire creature probably about the size of a baseball glove. For a moment there, I was paralyzed with fear. I already don't like spiders, and this thing looked like it could strike at any moment, and wrap around my head like a face-hugger from the movie Aliens. Swallowing the terror which was surging through my body like a high-voltage current, I sprayed this monster and swatted him down off of his perch. I then broke out from behind these bushes as fast as I could, and went around to the front. Apparently, I'd done my job, and this spider was dead. Even while it was lying on the ground, motionless, I just couldn't believe the size of this thing. Not missing the chance to document, I pulled out my phone and took a picture of it.

Not long after this, the old woman who lived in this house (who wasn't my grandmother) came home. She was driving an old Caddy, or something similar.Pulling into the garage, the woman slammed into the wall, piercing the home with the grille of her car. She put it in reverse and pulled it back out, and we all ran over to assess the damage. It wasn't too bad, but we were all still wondering WTF she was thinking. We talked to her for a while, and she was a little shaken up, but it turned out she wanted to give it another go. I thought this was a horrible idea, but she was back in the car before I really even thought about saying something. Wasting no time, she slammed on the gas. There was a teenager walking across her driveway, and he had to dive out of the way so the woman wouldn't run him down - which she would have - and the car then disappeared into the garage, followed by an enormous crash.

We ran to the garage, and saw that the car had gone completely into the house, and through the kitchen, debris strewn all around. The woman was ok, but she'd done some major damage to her home. Soon, we were all trying to fix whatever we could help her with. A rack of glass panes were wheeled in, to replace some of the glass cases and windows she'd destroyed, and I noticed that this glass was much stronger than regular glass. Someone told me that it was a special type of glass - which even had a specific name, that I can't remember - and it was the type of glass that they use for those 'sky-walk' things, like at the Grand Canyon, designed to support your weight, when you stand on it and walk out over the gorge.

During this explanation, the dream made an unexpected transition. I was now standing outside of a skyscraper window, hundreds of meters above the ground, perched on one of these panes of glass. The glass plank was only maybe 2x2 ft., and was nowhere near adequate for safely supporting a full-grown man, at such extreme heights. I pulled back and pressed myself against the glass behind me, wondering just what the hell I was doing way up here. Behind me, I noticed that there were some people inside the building. They were encouraging me to jump. That's when I noticed that I was attached to a bungee cord. It seems that I was on a bunge platform, but I had absolutely no intention of jumping.

Across the street was another skyscraper, practically identical to the one I was on. I heard someone scream and looked up above, to the rooftop on the building across from me - which was still hundreds of feet higher than the level I was on. A person had plummetted off of the rooftop and was screaming as they soared down passed my position, careening toward the street far below. Their bungee cord then recoiled, saving them from what would have been certain death. Another person followed, shortly after. These people were obviously braver than I am, because even when I could bring myself to look down, I would throw myself back against the glass, trying to keep myself from tipping over.

One last person hurled himself off of the adjacent building, his trajectory bringing him out a lot further than the others. What I hadn't noticed was that there was another platform on my building, about a dozen feet above my head. This guy had jumped far enough to carry himself across the double-laned gap of road beneath us, just to the side of the building I was on, and slammed down hard, onto the platform above me. I could hear everyone behind me yell "oooooohhhh!!!" The guy - obviously in a lot of pain - was able to slowly shift his body to one side, and just kind of rolled off of the platform. His limp body continued the descent, passing within a few inches from my side, and dropping like a stone, toward the street.Unfortunately, I couldn't resist the urge to track him with my eyes, tilting my head forward just a bit, to see further down toward the street. My body, it seemed, was destined to follow, and I felt myself teeter away from the glass window. I tried to pull my center of gravity backward, but it was too late. Now it was I, who was falling down toward the street, the knot in the pit of my stomach growing exponentially, while the ground rushed up toward me. I don't remember whether or not I screamed, but I wanted to. As far as I know, my bungee cord never snapped me back up, instead, I just kept dropping further and further, faster and faster, until I finally woke up, seconds before hitting the ground.

(I had set The Matrix to loop, while I slept, and this dream felt distinctly like Neo's being stuck on the ledge during his office escape, and his fall between the two buildings, while trying out the jump program. I don't know that they were directly related, but it all felt way too similar not to be.)

I am riding a bike down the road, through some village. I am starting to recognize that place, but cannot remember exactly where it is. It just feels familiar, as if I knew the place. I am riding, without peddling, as the slope is fairly steep. It must be spring time as there are patches of snow every now and then and all feels really wet, even the road. I look briefly around and see just a few houses scattered around. Then I notice that the road is turning sharply right soon and after a few serpentines it goes up the hill again. Now I realize I am wearing a mask. The one that has been used in the movie "Scream". I am also dressed up in a long, black, loose robe. For a second, I get worried that it may get to the wheels of my bike. However, this thought is quickly disturbed by another person on a bike that I am overtaking. I just balance and he (I feel it is a man), and nod as a "hi" (interestingly not realizing how absurd a perhaps scary would that be). But as I look at him, I see he is wearing exactly the same costume as I have, only the face mask is much bigger. He nods at me. I notice the smile on the mask, thinking, how appropriate.

I go through the right turn, hearing and feeling the road metal under my wheels. I feel like I am rushing somewhere, but I don't know where. Here I notice another biker in front of me. He is quite far, but as I am getting close I can see more details. I am in awe!! The mask is so cool I am thinking to myself. It is mostly gray, plush whole body costume, with some pink parts, which meaning I don't really understand. That is about to change. As I get just a few meters away,
I recognise it is some kind of bizarre mixture of Eeyore and Piglet characters from Winnie the pooh! The whole body part is more like Eeyore and on the top of the head, there is a small Piglet one, as if sitting on Eeyore's head! I am totally amazed by this mask!!

Then suddenly someone on a bike passes by really fast, and I feel anxiety a bit, as I know that there is another sharp turn soon. The person reaches the turn and flies off the road. There is a big house, looking like a watermill. (I assume so as there is a river flowing right behind the house). Nevertheless, that biker flies right into the river, just where a huge water whirl-pool is raging. He is going to drown, I am thinking to myself. I am thinking we have to rescue him somehow, otherwise he is going to die, for sure. Then suddenly a huge rod with a hook at the end comes out of nowhere, pulling the man out of the water. There are some people around, clapping, humming that if I didn't call help, he would have drawn. I am confused, as I cannot remember calling anyone. It all happened so quickly.


The next dream: 4am
I am standing in front of a jungle. (I assume so, because of the kind of trees it is made of, not like in usual forest). I walk in. It seems that it is just a thin ring of trees, shielding a glade, from being seen from outside. I see a plane wrack, or something that at least looks like it. It looks like silhouettes of a plane, covered by moss and little trees, that must have been growing over for quite a while. I walk around, having the wrack by my right hand side. It is very peaceful there, just what you would expect from a place like this. Occasional sounds of birds and animals, echoing in the embracing silence. Then I go close. I climb up, on the top of it. Here, a man appears. Strangely, I am not surprised. As if I was expecting it. This man walks me around, showing me the place. He talks all the time, but I cannot understand (or don’t remember) what he is saying. We walk to the end of the right wing. It is all a bit slippery.

There is another man standing, waiting for us. It must be captain of the plane (!!!!). We start to chat, in a very friendly tone. He is telling me loads of things about the plane, the surrounding, as if he was a tour guide. Then he stops. He is looking at me, as if he expects me to answer to something he said. I look at him. He keeps gazing at me, so I start looking around for a clue, what could have he asked me about. I notice little windows on a side of the plane, through which I can see as if half naked women. But nothing specific, just some silhouettes or so. I look back at him. Hi nods and says… “yes”. Then he says they film porn in here. I keep looking at him. He starts laughing and asks me whether I want to see. (at this point I am falling asleep again, and my words become totally random ((damn!! :-D)))


The next dream:4:15am
Mk and I are in some camp or a cottage village or so. It looks like the spring village from the other day's dream, but this time we are on the top of the village, on the top of the hill. We are walking and chatting. It feels like we are going to explore the place. Then a group of people approach us. They are all young. It seems like they are on some school trip. They ask us if we want to go with them for a party, where they are going. Mk and I look at each other, make that kind of face saying “why not”, and we agree to go.

However, Mk says he needs to change his jacket. So we cycle home quickly. (I am not sure where we got the bikes, as we were walking initially, but hey, it’s a dream right?). Our house is somewhere in the middle of the ‘slope’ village. It is an old, cold house. It seems like my grand mum’s house I think for a moment. Then, Mk says he needs to “take a dump” (literally). I wait outside. I can hear him shouting something and laughing. 'Bloody hell', I am thinking to myself and laughing too. Then he walks out (from (as I now realise) a disproportionally small house) and says it stank so bad, that his head started to hurt! Well, I am laughing at it, obviously. :-D

We are on our way to the party. It's quite a walk up the hill. I think it must take us some fifteen minutes. The road curves up the hill, but we are taking shortcuts that cut right through, straight up.
When we get to the party, there are many people. We have to tell the security a code, which is “chicken fricassee” (!!!). Apparently, this is what is cooked as a main course there. The party is kind of boring, or old fashioned. It is in a huge village hall house. People are walking in one big circle to a rhythm of the music being played. We just stand there and watch it. Occasionally, we chat shortly with some random people. Then I wake up….

Dream - Lucid

I slept pretty hard last night, so a lot of my recall is shot till I had some dreams/FAs/weird experiences this morning. I do remember a fragment from the night though.

I was at my grandparents' house, smoking weed with my grandpa. I wasn't supposed to do it again for some reason, but I found some extra that I didn't know I had, and hid it away. I also almost took a whole bunch of my grandpa's weed, but decided against it.

~

I was in my high school's band room, but I think it was supposed to be elementary school. There were kids standing by the door, lining up like they were ready to go somewhere. The teacher, my old 2nd grade teacher to be exact, was standing at a podium at the front of the room. It was very quiet, and I realized I was dreaming. I examined my hands, and counted 6 fingers on my right hand. I looked at one of the girls standing in the room, Chelsea, and I said

"Chelsea! I'm dreaming!"

She just looked at me and smiled. The look on her face and on the faces of all the other kids who were now staring at me, was one of pity, like I was crazy and they felt sorry for me, but they were going to humor me by smiling and keeping silent.

I examined my hands again to induce some clarity, but I felt myself losing the dream. I shouted "Increase vividness!", and I still felt like I was losing the dream, but a little more slowly now. I felt one of the chairs closest to me, and felt the hard plastic material it was made out of. I started to fly through the ceiling, when I woke up into an FA.

I woke up in my bed, and looked at my phone for the time. 8:30, right when I was supposed to get up. One of our cats, Pounce, walked into the room and jumped on my bed. I pet her a little, and she started to scratch herself. She drooled everywhere (she drools in waking life, haha). I said "Are you drooling, Pouncer?". Her drool got all over one of my green school notebooks that she was sitting on. I looked up, and there was a TV in front of me, with some weird episode of Family Guy where everyone looked like purple aliens.

After this, I really woke up. Tossed and turned a bit to get a little more sleep before I had to get up.

~

I woke up again, this time to my alarm going off. I looked at my phone. 8:30. I tried to turn the alarm off, which was barely going off in the first place, and ended up accidentally resetting it to go off. I finally got it turned off, and got up to get in the shower.

I entered the bathroom. It was very dim, and the sinks were missing. It was also bigger than my waking life bathroom. I went to turn on a light switch, but the wall around it was covered in these light brown moving spots. I went to the other side of the bathroom to try to use the other light switch, but it too was surrounded by these light brown moving spots. I wondered to myself if they were bugs. I repeated the process of going back and forth a couple of times, now trying to turn on a light to see if the spots really were bugs. I decided that they were, even though I never got to touch the light switches to see for sure. I thought to myself "I could go to another bathroom without these bugs in it if I were dreaming."

Then, I was in my bed, but it took me a minute to figure out where I was. There was a mirror behind me, but when I tried to sit up to look in it, I couldn't see my reflection. In fact, moving itself was a chore. I could barely keep my eyes open, they were very heavy. I was trying to look around, but it was so difficult to keep my eyes open, just looking around my room was a chore. I closed them for a minute, but forced them open again, because I knew I'd wake up if I closed them. I wondered if I was having an OBE. I tried to fly, but couldn't. My body felt very heavy. I fell onto the floor, still with my eyes struggling to stay open. I don't remember seeing my body on the bed, so I was then very unsure of what was really going on. I knew I wasn't awake. I then got up off the floor, put my feet on the edge of the bed, and was lying down in midair, with nothing supporting my weight but my feet on the edge of the bed.

Very strange experience...very strange indeed.

So I decided I should try WILD/WBTB. Before going to sleep I reminded myself that if I wake up I will attempt them. So I woke up at 3:40 AM And I know that it takes me about an hour to fall back asleep. So I blabla and thought about lucid dreaming.

Im at S's yard throwing green biobags to the neighbours yard and wiping my ass with them. Then A walks by and I find out that hes grandpa is one of the neighbours. Then theres this guy at the other neighbours yard and he starts nagging about how I throw the bags to his yard and he says "Theres a garbage bin right next to you throw them there" I turn and am about to throw them there when he says "No not that one the other one". At this point I get this idea that I will remove him from my dream, but im not lucid yet. So I wish him to disappear and he does. And BAM! I become lucid. I feel excited and I feel this rush of excitement coming nearer (The dreamscape changes at this point), I try to calm down but I wake up...
I have noticed that couple of LD's Ive had in these past months have been really short that I havent had the time to react to the dream anyhow, I almost instantly wake up. I think that it might be because usually when I think about becoming lucid all these methods about stabilizing the dream come running into my head and thats what wakes me up. So this night Im going to try WBTB again but now just concentrate to becoming lucid, not extending it. I'll try to forget every thought of stabilizing the dream, so I hope that when I become lucid I wont get this same feeling Ive had....


Im in this shower place where the ceramic tiles are blue and its pretty cool looking. P is nake in the shower and Im doing something on a laptot. Then P reminds me how I did him in the ass . I have this weird feeling that theres something hostile going on.


Im at the zero floor of our school where our Biology class is. Im waiting to get into the classroom. Ja and Ju come and start carrying me around and its attracting Jul's attention. They carry me around and let me go and I notice I have something weird in my mouth which I start to spit out. KM (teacher) comes and asks whats the problem so I just say that it was just joke nothing harmful. Im in the biology classroom and AA comes to fight me (playfully) so I say that hes embarrassing me. Im in the class and our teacher is wearing glasses and laughing. We find out that we have a test from social studies next lesson. We are at the hallway again and waiting to get to the biology classroom because the social studies test is being held there. We are all studying for the test wheb MV(teacher) comes asks me something then she says that "You should write it like that, youll get better points" and showed me how. T replied "Why wont you tell me those kind of answers" And then we were joking with the teacher and some younger students were smiling to us.

note to self: do not let crazy life hamper my progress. i'm tired of having to start over. dream from a few months ago that was semi lucid. i was at work and it started to tstorm. i remember being cal at firt but the parking lot was floding a litle. i had to move my car. i ran out side and lightning struck near me. i imediatly relised i was dreaming but i was stil so terrified i couldnt pull myself out of it. i made it to my car moved it up to the door of my work and ran back inside. i woke up. subconcious 1 : me 1. so out of 2 nightmares about storms or tornados i've gone lucid during 1 and lost it in 1. i wil win this fight

I've had quite a few interesting dreams in my life but it would be ridiculous to try to dig deep into my past in search of patterns. So for this I'll just write down a few of my most distinctive dreams.

Left Behind:
The sad thing about nightmares is that they seem to stick more than a good dream. As a child the first dream I can remember involved me riding on a big wheel down the sidewalk alongside my mom in some unknown neighborhood. I turn around to see a car with the windows open and some stranger inside looking at me with a weird smile on his face. I turn to get my mom. She's suddenly very far away from me, continuing to walk down the sidewalk. I try to pedal and catch up but I'm going nowhere. I double take and the man is still looking at me. I look ahead and my mother is gone. Dream ends.

The other nightmare I can remember from my childhood involves me and my sister dangling from a bridge with my parents above us and they can only save one of us. They save my sister. I fall into a river which for some reason has cars driving in it. Crazy stuff.

Just the other night I had a relatively nice dream though. It culminated in an indescribably good feeling that accompanied reaching some sort of enlightenment involving God. In my dorm room I somehow reached the conclusion that the rapture was happening, whether I saw it on the news or something. I realized I had been left behind but then remembered that if I believed now, I should still be able to be saved. I work myself up into some sort of religious fervor and realize that I do know and love God after all and I accept Jesus as my savior. I feel some sort of ultimate happiness and I truly believe I am being taken to heaven. Then I wake up, feeling great. But I'm still an agnostic. Should the rapture come around some day I truly hope this is how it plays out, however.

Anyway hopefully I'll be able to start remembering dreams better. I'm going to start a little mission to get myself to wake up without snooze every morning so that I can remember my dreams more vividly.

Lucid dreams dealing with coded symbols
All of my lucid dreams are of a strange nature dealing with coded symbols like like Chinese radicals. ( Mind you that these dreams started to occur prior to the Matrix movies.)

In the 1st dream these radicals would morph into simple geometric shapes like a line, a square, a circle.

In the next dream the the simple shapes morphed into their 3D counter parts. In the dream after that the 3D objects morphed into actual images of cars, houses, trees and people.

The dreams stopped after that for a few years then they picked up again.

In the 4th dream there was a stone statue of a face (like a Buddha) devoid of any expression, it started to morph, the face showing all facial expressions, happiness, sadness, surprise, concern, kindness, anger, ect.

In the 5th dream there was an image of an organic type of pyramid with the thought that it was a pyrmidical neuron. (I never heard of such a thing, internet research showed there was such a thing!)

In the 6th dream (prior to the movie Eagle Eye) there were all these like TV screens of people the screen were moving back and forth and i was able to bring a few into the foreground but they would slip away there were a countless number of them.

In the 7th dream there were these tiles (like domino tiles) with numbers on them. The numbers started to morph very quickly.

In the 8th dream there were these red sheet of paper with writing on them though written in alpha characters and were vividly clear i could not read them.

What will come next i do not know....(?)

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Maybe I'm getting a little ahead of myself, but I thought I would start trying to recall some of my better dreams and nightmares (since those tend to be the ones that stick out in my mind the best) that I've had over the years and finally get them written down somewhere. I think for the first one I'm just going to copy/paste the nightmare series that I posted in one of the discussions since I already took the time to write it out and it was a very important series of dreams for me. Probably one of the most important that I've ever experienced.

So without further ado here it goes.

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Out of all my dreams my nightmares are always the ones that are most vivid. I could tell you just about every single nightmare I've had in detail even though they've been going on since I was little and I've never written them down. They're pretty much burned into my memory. Usually my nightmares are always reoccurring and last for a week at the very least, most of the times longer. However not very long ago I started having a series of nightmares.

At first each one started in the same room. It was a white rusted out public bathroom with those annoying flickering florescent lights. I was watching everything from first person view though I couldn't make any movement other then to turn my head. At the start of every dream it was the same with a girl in a hospital gown, bare feet, and long stringy black hair standing in the middle. Her skin was all gray and bloated like how they portray bodies that have been in the water for a long time. She looked like she was completely drenched, but I can't remember her ever dripping any water. She just had the appearance. I this point I never saw her face, it was always covered by her hair.

While each dream started out the same what happened in them was different. Sometimes she would just stand in the middle of the room doing nothing, but staring at me. Other times she would be reaching out to me like she would touch me, but she never managed to get to that point, and sometimes she would be walking around the room. No two were exactly the same like I was used to and there was never the sense of nervousness or panic that I usually felt. Then suddenly out of the blue it changed completely.

Suddenly I found myself in a strange ruin that looked like it was some sort of pyramid, except everything around me was kind of grainy. Like I was playing an old first person game like Wolfenstein only with a bit better detail. It was very claustrophobic feeling and while I didn't see any ceiling or floor I remember there being a lot of blue beneath and above me. I knew that I was with several other archeologists who were in light brown outfits though they never actually came into my eyesight. It was just like a memory I had of who they were.

As we wandered around the pyramid I came across a round amulet secured in one of the stone walls. When I took it I realized that I had seen an old fireplace with a round spot cut out on the mantel. It all felt very much like a puzzle video game and I knew I had to take the amulet and place it in the mantel (I probably should add I never actually saw the fireplace in my dream, just like the other archeologists it was just like a memory I had). I remember I could hear their voices calling for me as I took off towards the fireplace and I called for them to come, but the closer I got the further away their voices were until finally I couldn't hear them at all.

When I got to the fireplace I suddenly knew what was behind it. I knew that the girl from my other nightmares was there. I placed the amulet in the mantel and suddenly the fireplace pulled back and slipped to the side revealing a beautifully dark blue tiled room. The detail in my dream suddenly became much, much clearer and actually looked like something that could really exist in the world rather then a video game.

As I said the whole room was made of dark blue tiles of various shades and there were beautiful green vines climbing up to the ceiling where there was a hole that provided the only source of light. It must have lead to the outside because it was obviously sunlight. It was a small, but breathtaking room and on the far end opposite the door was an old claw footed tub. It seemed to be in near perfect condition save for maybe some discoloration and weathering here and there. It was filled with a murky green/black water and I knew immediately that she was in there hiding. I felt like I should be scared, but I just wasn't. I was calm and felt compelled to go to the tub and get closer to her. Not like I had to, but like I wanted to.

When I got to the tub I leaned over and at this point my view changed from first person to third. It was a weird sensation. I was myself, and I could feel my actions, but I was watching from a distance rather then with my own eyes if that makes any sense.

I got close to the edge of the tub and peered inside when suddenly the girl's hand came out from the water and grabbed my wrist. She started to pull me in though it wasn't forceful. She allowed me to step into the water and I sat there with her as she started to come out of the water. For once I finally got to see her face though the details were hazy. She kept her hand on my wrist and her mouth wasn't moving, but I strongly felt like she was trying to talk to me. Trying to tell me something, but before she could something woke me up. I think it was my alarm, but the dream ended before I could figure out what she wanted and I didn't dream of her again for a long time.

I actually told a friend about her and when I saw that friend later she said she had done something to take care of it. There are a lot of people in my hometown that claim to know magic and be wiccan/pagan though in all honesty from what I've seen of them most of it just seems to be a lot of fluff from college students (not saying it all was of course). In the case of my friend I'm 100% certain that was the case so I didn't think much of it at the time. However after wards I didn't have any dreams about her for a very long time. It wasn't until I moved into my second apartment that I had my last and final dream about her if you could really call it that.

It was very weird. I remember laying in bed trying to sleep while my then girlfriend was in the living room watching TV. At no point did I feel like I was asleep or even getting sleepy. The entire time I felt like I was wide awake, but at the same time it was still kind of an out of body experience where I was seeing things that I couldn't possibly have seen from my vantage point.

The way my bed was set up the head of the bed and one side was pushed up against a wall so only the foot and other side were left open. I remember laying there on my stomach with my head facing towards the side of the bed that wasn't against the wall when suddenly this massive dark void, like a hole, opened up on the floor, parallel to where my head was on the bed. My arm was hanging down a little from the edge and I kind of 'watched' as the girls hand started to claw it's way up out of the void trying to reach for mine. Suddenly I started to feel a horrible panic, and I could tell that she was struggling to claw her way up from the hole. She gripped at the floor and the side of my bed and anything she could reach, but she never managed to make it out. Honestly I can't remember how it ended. She didn't get sucked back in that I remember and I don't recall anything that I could call waking up. It felt more like I was coming back to myself. Like the whole thing had never been a dream though it didn't exactly feel real either.

Again another friend claimed she was trapped and tried to free her, but again I question the sincerity of her belief just because the way she lived her life seemed rather hypocritical compared to what I've read about wiccan/pagan practices.

I haven't had any dream like it since and I've never seen her or anything that looked like her again. To this day it still bothers me. I feel like she had been trying to tell me something that I missed and will never fully understand though I'm not sure if maybe that's for the better or not.

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Lucid-Non Lucid-Comments-Dialogue

Prologue:

This is probably one of the best dreams I've had in ages, in that it lasted what I perceived to be a day ,the downside is that length messes with my recall, I think if I interpreted it correctly its highly significant. There is this girl IRL who has been messing with me and I couldn't stop thinking about her to the point where I think I was obsessed. So during the day I decided to let go because of the way I was reacting, it wasn't healthy.


Going Away:

This same night I had a dream that we hooked up and had the best time ever.
We did so much shit that I cant even recall most of it,
but it included museums,rollercoasters, movies, parks and fountains which took almost the whole day. Then during the evening we were walking hand-in-hand down a city street, when she suggested that-

"we should go away for a bit".
"you mean on on Holiday?.
".....yeah".
"ok".

So we walked into some shopping centre to buy our tickets.

"their on aisle 5".

So I looked up, and the signs said that aisle 5 was down the corridor,
but as I started to walk she tapped me on the shoulder and said-

"Its right here".

Pointing to my right, where sure enough I saw rows of office spaces and one of them had 5 on it ( What I was thinking at this point was- how come she knows where we are going?, coz I sure don't!, and I have never been to this shopping centre!)

The scene changes to after we had bought the tickets and had booked a room in the hotel/shopping centre.
I didn't even care that we had separate beds I was too happy. Then she says-

"I'm leaving...for a bit".

"ok"

I thought she needed something from the shops.
So I'm sitting on one of the beds and start reflecting on what just happened as I think out loud-

" Its funny that after I let her go and abandoned all hope, that's when we finally get together"-

Hold on!, so I looked around the room and became lucid but it was too late. I woke up sad that I had spent a whole day in a dream that I thought was real this was too cruel.

Summary:

This dream was on my mind the whole day so I had time to break it down. What I came up with is this- As soon as I made the mental decision to stop with my mini obsession, my subconscious took it upon itself to give me one last moment with my perception of her which was basically perfection. But even this moment was laced with clues.

Firstly, she suggested that "we should go away" Not "I" but "we" meaning that she was taking me with her, but of-course this cant be,so we go deeper meaning a part of me was going with her "away" which in this case means the part that held all these hopes, fears and obsessions about her would be gone.

Secondly, I don't know why there was a time skip between buying the tickets and booking the room but my theory is that there were two-me's and I was given the opportunity to view what was happening through both perspectives, one part going away and one part left behind hence the feelings of being led and not knowing what's going on. Maybe I had become comfortable with that part of me so he was reluctant to leave.

Thirdly, in the room scene the beds symbolised the separation either it was just about to be done or it had already been done and I was viewing things from the "me" that was going to be left behind.

And lastly, she didn't come back!. I will have to wait and see if she makes any appearances in my future dreams and how my subconscious reacts.

After breaking it down I honestly felt like this is what happened because a wave of happiness descended upon me because It was like my subconscious did it in such an enjoyable way allowing me to spend time with my perception of her in such vividness that I truly believed I was awake.

Goals:
1- Thank subconscious.

I was walking through the hallways of my old elementary school. I'm not sure what triggered me, but suddenly I realized that I was dreaming. I came across a friend of mine in the hallway. "Hey! I'm dreaming!" I exclaimed. He laughed and said "what are you talking about?" and then slid through a nearby door.

I tried to stabilize by rubbing my hands together. It worked briefly and the rubbing of my hands felt so real. Unfortunately it didn't last for long, and the dream slowly faded.

My lucidity was short lived, but it was still exciting.