memorable

I am going on vacation with the Simpsons. We go to this building and take a tour. Eventually we
get up to this hallway with a huge window on the right side overlooking a beautiful view from at
least a hundred feet up. We look out the window and I sort of lean up against it. I phase through the
window and start drifting toward the ground. I wasn't falling, more floating and gravity was greatly
reduced. Bart and Lisa followed then Homer and Marge. We floated around for a while basically
moon walking, then flew back up to the building through the window. We went to tell one of the
guides about this window but the woman we told happened to be suicidal and jumped through the
window, somehow maintaining normal gravity. We continued down the hallway and went through
a door to the left. I find myself in a dark labyrinth. There is a faint red light cast on everything so I
can still see. I can also see over the walls and the floor changes elevation a lot. Not with steps but
ramps. Then my view changes to a bird's-eye perspective of the maze. I run around the maze for
a while seeing flying creatures at some points, it wasn't really scary though. Before I find the exit,
the dream ends

I woke up and I was on a bus. I wasn't too freaked out because I've nodded off on buses before. I was sitting near the front and there were two old ladies near the back. I could just make out what they were saying.

"Well, I'm somewhat glad we're finally on our way."
"I don't really regret anything."

I didn't think anything of it. I looked out the window and noticed this wasn't any usual bus route I remember. Instead of driving around town, we were driving across some kind of desert on a worn trail. The bus left a big cloud of dust behind it as it drove. I walked up to the bus driver.

"Hello, sir?" I asked.
He turned to look at me. "Yes?" he asked.
"I'm just wondering... where are we going?"
He looked solemn. He just turned away and said out of the side of his mouth, "Just... please, take your seat."

I was beginning to worry. I walked back to where the two women were so I could ask them.

"Um... pardon me a moment. Where is this bus going?" I asked.
They looked uneasy. "You don't know?" one of them asked. I shook my head.
The other just mumbled, "Oh dear..."
After a pause, the first woman said, "Sweetie... you're dead."
"...what?" I finally managed.
"Why didn't you tell him?" the second woman yelled to the bus driver.
"I didn't want to tell a kid the bad news!" he answered.

I wandered back to my seat in shock. After a while, I looked up to the driver again and said, "I can't be dead!"
"No?" he asked.
"No!" I said. "I was just napping in my bed!" This was true, I was napping around two in the afternoon when this dream happened.
"Really, now. Then why don't you just wake up?" he asked.
And I tried. I tried to wake up. I tried to open what was my physical eyes beyond what I could currently see and feel. After a while, I could not wake up. Panic began to build in me.

As time passed, some more people started to just appear on the bus. Some people in army uniform, more older women and gentlemen, but I just sat there not knowing what to think. There was so much I wanted to do. So much I didn't get to experience.

At some point, there was a bright light building on the horizon. We started to drive into it and it got brighter and brighter. When everything was perfectly white, I felt myself floating. Then I was on my feet and when the brightness went away, I was in my house.

"So... that's it?" I thought to myself. I wandered into the kitchen. I opened up the refrigerator looking to see if anything had changed. As far as I remember, everything was the same, which meant the fridge was not that full. "I'll have to go to the store later," I said out loud.

"The store?" someone asked behind me. It was followed with a disapproving sigh. I looked behind me to see who said that. Of all the people I hoped it wasn't, who I saw was at the top of the list.

It was the bus driver.

"I can't be dead!" I yelled. "This is my house! This is where I live! This is my neighborhood! Look!" I ran to the front door and opened it. I could look down the street both ways and it was exactly how I remembered it. "See!? I can see down both directions!"

He just shook his head at me.

"I-I can't be dead!" I pleaded. "There are so many stories I haven't written! So many comics I haven't drawn!"

"I'm sorry," he said. "We can't let anyone go back except for special cases."

"What about stories?" I asked. I knew it sounded ridiculous, but I had to try. "What if I wrote a story so good that they had no choice but to send me back to share it?" He shrugged. I didn't know what he meant, but anything that wasn't a flat out rejection gave me hope. I thought for a while. "I'll have to do it within a certain someone's lifetime..." I said to myself.

After that, I woke up. I laid there staring at the ceiling not knowing if I was really alive or not.

My Notes
Non-lucid
Lucid
Awake

So I wake up to make 6 hour alarm as usual. I realise quickly that I'm far too sleepy to try WILD. I can't focus on anything. Being in this drowsy state, I never think of getting up and waking up.

I have a short dream. In the dream I'm in bed still. My parents are talking to me about how It's very late, and I'm going to be late for school. I wake up quickly, very relived that didn't actually happen.

I get back to sleep, and I have the almost exact same dream as before. I wake up, relived again.

I'm standing at an airport runway. To my left is the youtuber "T2." Suddenly, a plane appears out of nowhere and land on the runway. I notice that it's going very fast, and it's just landed at the very end of the runway. The plane makes a loud and sharp turn to the left. A few moments later, it crashes head-first into a building in the distance. I can't see the front of the plane, but I can see it explodes. The entire plane is on fire. The fire is abnormally bright. T2 makes some rude remark about the event, and then the dream ends.

I'm in a room, sitting on an old upright piano. To my right is an old-fashioned lift. To my left is a movie set similar to Star Wars.
A man walks in. He has a short beard and read hair. I know that he's a big time actor. He begins talking about how the lift is actually real. Some people (including myself) don't really believe him. I believe him a few moments later, when suddenly I get the feeling that the room suddenly moved (like when a lift does). Silly dream logic.
The man starts talking about acting. He says something about how he used to have to kiss an overweight girl who didn't like him.

A new dream begins. In this dream I'm in a grey room. The carpet is similar to mine.It is very long and narrow. The room is filled up with chairs just like a theatre: higher chairs at the back, and lower ones up front. Behind me to the left is a Japanese kid, who is also named Matt. At one point I looked at him.
At the front of the room is a small stage for people to stand. There is a teacher standing there. She is holding lots of bags. Each bag is filled with lots of small chocolate sweets. Apparently they are for a very hard school project. I'm now at the very bottom of the room. At the very bottom are two beds. Both are bunk beds. I'm sitting in one. I'm happy because nobody can see me from here.
The teacher (who is female) now takes me into the other room. Annoyed, she asks me why I didn't receive a bag. I respond by saying each time I got mine, it turned out to be for another Matt. After all this the teacher started going on about something else I've forgotten. She accepted this, and I went back into the bed.
There was a middle-aged teacher (male) standing on the stage now. He put a white metal shelf filled with valuables on the stage. A kid named Dale.C for some reason, ran straight into it. I was surprised nothing fell off. Around this time, a girl my age walked down all the chairs, across the stage and out the room completely naked. A few people yelled out childishly at her. I just looked away. This happened more than once.
The male teacher was in front of me now. He was standing in front of a small table. On the table was one of those tools you use to see if a surface is level. I was very long, red and was bent at one point, pointing up. He called me by a nickname I hate, and he asked me to help him click it into place. I'm holding it and I just can't seem to manage. I tell him I'm no good and this stuff and sit down, slightly embarrassed. He keeps calling me that nickname, but nobody laughs. A large student then jumps on the tool. I can't remember what he did to it though.
There's another kid on the bed with me now. He shows me how to fold the quilt. The quilt is black and has the texture of a sleeping bag. I thank him. That's all I remember from the dream.

I'm somewhere outside my local milk bar. There are lots of black people around me, all of them wearing black clothes made of leather. For some reason I just know they're trolls (like internet trolls, but in real life), and they're about to troll the milk bar. I go into the milk bar. There are about 5 of them walking around, one of which is a girl. I expected there to be more. One of them walks into a room he's not supposed to be in. There's an Asian substitute worker there. She seems overwhelmed, and she doesn't know how to deal with all of them.
I grab a big blue bar of chocolate and some sort of drink. I ask the lady how much it will all cost, and she says something like, "2 dollars in English pound, 4 dollars 53c in Australian currency." I figure I have about 70c to spare. I look around asking how much everything costs. I want to buy the best item worth 70c. I end up buying a strange twisted light pink strap.
I notice my blue chocolate bar is already open and some blocks are missing. I go to replace it with a new one, and wonder if it's rude to do so. I pass one of the trolls who is about my age, and we laugh about something. I walk up to the counter and turn in all the stuff I want to buy. I take out a pile of coins and realise that most of them are English coins (I live in Australia). I try to read them, but they're in a language I've never seen before. I apologise to her, and she tells me I have to put one item back. I look down to find I have about 3 different drinks. I don't remember buying any of them. I can only keep one. She suggests I keep the orange one. I agree, but I still don't have enough. I ended up having to pay her back. I say I'll promise to remember to pay her back, because if I don't I'd feel very guilty and bad.

Sorry for the wall of text. I had to write this down on my iPod when I woke up, and again just now. Painful.

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I am flying home to Czech Rep. I remember my way through the airport. I was very confused about the organization of the airport. It wasn't very busy, but I had to walk for long and through a complex labyrinth of rooms. I fly home to visit my grandmother. There is my friend Ivan sitting next to me. We chat a little, but I cannot really understand what about.
Next, I am in my grandmother's house kitchen. I can clearly see the room with all the details. It's a good size room, all toned to a light green color. I am sitting by the table on a funny, wobbly chair with a thin cushion. I sit towards the living-room, with the white and blue ceramic clock behind me. I see my hands (!!!!!) holding a cup of tea. The tea is so clear, it must be an earl gray (my grand mum uses water from a well. Anything the water is used for taste amazing). I see the cup in incredible details. It is a small, wide, white, ceramic cup with a line of little green leafs around. It is worn off a bit over the years of using. I can feel the warmth of the cup in my hands. I think I am there on my own.
Suddenly, I hear someone knocking on one of the windows by my right hand. It surprises me, because the kitchen is on the first floor. So I look there.There is a homeless man (I assume that from the way he looks). It is not a winter time, but I can feel that it is pretty cold and miserable weather outside. I stand up and open the window, but not the one right in front of him, just one or two aside. I see he is hanging on the parapet of the window. The homeless starts telling me a story.He is saying the usual story,how difficult his life is... I look at him but I don't really listen. (I saw a homeless man begging in the underground the previous day, but I was listening to some music, so I didn't hear what he said. It might be somehow reflected in this dream). As he hangs,he moves towards me. I can see his dirty hands with long and dirty nails. He is missing many teeth and the ones he has left are pretty randomly scattered in the mouth. I notice one massive tooth in the middle of his jaw. It takes quite a lot of space inside his mouth. I am surprised by this and think for a moment how that happened. (I think I was becoming lucid at this point). I am also thinking to myself, "come on spill out the story and tell me how much money you need". (this is certainly connected to the homeless guy in the underground the previous day. Even though I couldn't hear, I saw him carefully counting some coins in his hand and saying something. I thought to myself, he is probably saying how much money he is missing for hostel or something). Nevertheless, I am still wondering how could he hand or stand there.(I think I woke up at this point,and realized it was just a dream.Then I fell asleep with the intention of continuing in the dream lucidly).
I am in my grand mum's kitchen again. I look at the homeless still hanging there. I think for a moment, and then I tell him to climb in and to tell me his life story. He starts telling me the usual story. (I don't remember details of the conversation, but I was being pretty tough).
I keep asking him very direct questions about his situation, breaking through his excuses to show him that the causes of his problems is no effort to change them, that he is just feeling sorry for himself. In his story, he describes that he was held by Japanese soldiers(:-D) who wanted to pull out the big tooth. He is saying that he cannot learn anything. I am getting annoyed quite a bit. I look him straight in the eye and tell him. "Look, I am not going to give you any money, but I will give you the opportunity to make them". At the back of my mind I am hoping that no one will come in, as that would be quite difficult to explain what does homeless man doing in the house. Then suddenly someone is knocking on the window again. I look there and I see Ivan with his friend 'Filak, Fifka Fiala'. They ask me whether I go out with them, or if I go running. So I show them the homeless man. They say ok, with understanding. (what do they understand to??). I ask them if they want to go running with me as I am going between 3-4pm. The homeless man says "I fuck it", I look at him, thinking that he probably assumed he was invited too.
Then my grand mum comes in. So I start explaining the whole story, they just stand and listen. Suddenly, I feel a little bit anxious whether I catch my flight back to UK today. I am thinking, how do I get to the airport? I am looking for some brochure, but I cannot find any. I must take a coach, but what time does it go? Does it go today at all? I think it's Sunday! I must have an email with all the details about the flight, and maybe there will be details about the coaches too. I feel even more anxious.(I believe I have lost my lucidity around here).
Its 3:30, I am standing in the lobby of my grand mum's house. It is a large cold room,with stone staircase up to the second floor and down to the basement. It always smells a little bit funny in there, thought I have never been able to identify the smell,its just the smell of my grand mum's cold lobby.
I have to leave, so I excuse myself and tell everybody that the homeless guy goes with me. But I cannot see him anywhere. I look around. I am surprised. Then he walks in from the kitchen. I tell him something (I don't know what it was) and his face just all brightens up, with a real happiness. I stand there, staring at him, thinking, what the hell have I said that made him so happy? He also stares at me, realizing that what he heard was not what I said. (I don't know how I know this. It's just a feeling). Then he gets all upset, his body posture weakens. I ask him what happened. He looks at me, and says "I thought, you said you were going to make me a cup of coffee". I can see the disappointment in his eyes. Then, everything stops. I just realize how much it meant to him, that someone would care enough to make him a cup of coffee,that someone would even offer him,in my eyes such trivial thing. I am starting to feel bad. Not for not making him the coffee, but for being so hard on him before... (this must come from the interaction with my friend the night before. We talked about life goals and directions, and as I often do, I was being a little bit hard on her, just to push her to realize what it is she wants to do and not what she is expected to do. I does work in most of the cases, but it may not be necessarily pleasant experience. She told me that even though it was helpful, I should be more supportive. I think she has a point. So I thought about it quite a bit before I went to bed).

(When I woke up to write this in my DJ as soon as I moved I felt like I lost half of it, but I think I have the full thing remembered now)

I'm in my Dad's office, I wonder how long I will have to wait here...I'm sitting, my mind wanders as it usually does
"Hey can you go get another fish for me? One of them in the bowl died."
"Sure" I go down the stairs and jump the last two, happy to be doing something.
There's a light rain, more of a drizzle it feels nice. I go across main street into a shop I've never seen before (I'm in this area a lot IRL)
I head into the shop it's a cramped library but it has a pet section which only has fish. There's a lot of old annoyed people there who look like they would yell at me for being in here if it wasn't a library.
I need a Goldfish but I see a milky white fish with black spots.
It's called a Star Tailed Bomber. I like this a lot but can't remember if it has to be a goldfish or not so I go back across the street and am reminded it has to be a goldfish.
"Screw it." I'm going to get the bomber, it'll look awesome enough that it won't matter. In the tank where there are supposed to be the fish are more goldfish. I must be lost. I get sidetracked and help these two kids find something they're looking for. I give them a dollar because they're short fifty cents. I walk to the exit of the library to back track to the spot where the fish were, when I get there the fish are gone, wasn't I asleep a while ago? I don't remember leaving the house...

I'm lucid.

The kids smile at me, I smile back.
"Hey I'm lucid do you want to come with me? We're going to have some fun."
They come with me as I wander the library, but I get bored, it's raining outside. I start spinning to change the scene and I imagine an oak forest but end up in a desert that blends into a pasture a while away. Part of this is minecraft so I chuckle to myself, I'm highly aware so I remember I want to increase vividness I remember the feeling of a breeze, the sun on my back and the crunch of shoes on sand. It feels great, the boy tugs at my leg and the girl looks at me.
"What is it?"
"You need to start on your way to the city"
The girl takes of a threadbare brown scarf and hands it to me, I somehow know how this works and throw it into the air, it unravels across the desert to the place I need to go to. I begin running quickly but come to a cliff I begin to walk up the cliff using the scarf as a way up theres another cliff on this one so I begin to walk up the same way. This isn't going to work I fall off about halfway up because the cliff curves inward. I fall twenty feet but assure myself that when I hit the sand it will be soft.
Falling feels fantastic
I get up and begin to shimmy up the scarf itself when I get to the top I'm in the pasture, the sand has faded away. I wander through a minecraft home it's nice I think but I want to have some fun.

I see an old Japanese man who says he'll race me to the other side
"Alright" I said grinning
I run into this city that has a pyramid on the left side (from my point of view) and a series of pipes and old dusty buildings.
It's a bustling place but the race happens 100 ft above the ground on the pipes and rooftops.
I jump onto the top of a wall around the pyramid it's easily fifty ft. up.
"Impressive" the old man says
I make another 50ft jump to the tip of the pyramid and begin sprinting on the pipes with perfect balance, I dive to the finish the sand cushioning my fall and laugh. I feel fantastic.
The man begins to train me in more advanced acrobatics, I fail one of his tests and am no longer aloud to be trained, I realize later he's not very good anyways, surprised I see the little boy and girl. The girl holds the fish bowl.
How the hell did they get up here?
Suddenly it hits me. They're spirits.
This is cool the boy wants to show me something and I realize they were my teachers all along. I ask the boy his name but he's quiet. The only thing I can remember was that it began by making a rolling sound with your tongue and than a word I can't remember.
"I've had fun you guys but I need to wake up"
"Aww"
"Promise you'll visit again"
Why not?
"Sure" I say
The girl hugs my leg and the boy laughs but neither of them is offended by this, I wave good bye and wake myself up.

non dream - lucid - non lucid

I've been waiting for Sucker Punch to come out since it was announced.
I found a new Trailer for it yesterday (only seen the teaser so far), and I watched it quite a few times
because it reminded me of some awesome dreams I've had.



Whilst trying to fall asleep in the evening I kept playing out similar scenarios in my mind.
I tell myself that if I become lucid during the night, I want to remember Sucker Punch, and I want to go to that crazy and insane world.


I'm in Italy, following a mountain path I have walked a few times before.
It leads to a really good restaurant near the top of the mountain.
I stop to take a look at the scenery. It looks just like I remember it.
But something feels off. I slowly realize that I am in the dream world, though I don't know why.

I engage my senses, feel the wind, hear the noises of the nearby woods and try to see as many details as possible.
Then I remember, Sucker Punch!
Not sure how to approach this task I've set myself I close my eyes and let go of the current scene.
I try to remember the trailer. No specific details, more like atmosphere and how it made me feel.

I open my eyes and feel that I succeeded, though I'm not entirely sure what exactly it is I tried to do.
The scene has changed, I am in some sort of stone castle. There is a big door in front of me, presumably the main entrance.
The corridors are lit with torches. I try to anchor myself in this scene by further enabling my senses.
There is a lot noise coming from outside, a war is raging.
Something is trying to break through the door. Every time it gets hit it makes a cracking noise, it won't hold much longer.
I'm not really sure how to proceed.

I hear steps next to me, someone is stopping to my right. I turn around and I'm quite surprised by what I see.
It's Baby Doll, wearing the same sailor outfit as in the trailer, with a katana strapped onto her back.
Is she going to accompany me?

"You have to believe."
"I do... in fact... I don't just believe, I know"

She smiles and throws me her katana.
I take it out of its holster, it's beautiful, it feels oddly familiar.

The door breaks open. A huge creature comes in, at least 10m tall, wielding a double blade.
I start walking towards him even though I'm afraid.
The excitement and my sense of adventure is much stronger than my fear.
We both start charging at each-other. I dodge his blade and slice through his body with mine.
His body only provides little resistance to my blade, it goes straight trough.

I am outside of the castle, which seems to be floating on some sort of platform.
Yes, the castle is flying in the sky, over a city at war, and there are other platforms floating in the skies as well.
The city is partially on fire, there is smoke everywhere, and glowing shots hit he city and are shot from it into the skies.
To my left is another creature, wielding a minigun.
I can't get to him within time so I just do a slicing motion with my blade towards him.
Energy leaves the blade, hits him and cuts him in half.

Many more creatures are starting to climb onto the platform.
I grab the minigun, which is way to big and too heavy for me to use, but I still manage to do so somehow.
I can feel my muscles drawing energy so they can support the weight.
I start shooting the creatures down with the minigun, but there's too many.

"This way!"

That was baby doll again. I drop the gun and run towards her.
As I reach her she jumps of the platform... what??
I jump after her.

Below the platform is a railway system in mid air and a train is approaching.
I get it, we're going to land on the moving train.
But I'm falling fast, and the train is moving fast as well.
I close my eyes for the impact... believe...

I hit the train hard, but it doesn't hurt.
I open my eyes, we're both riding ontop of it.
The railway starts going vertical.
I look up, it leads to another platform high up in the skies.

Big bullets are shot from the city towards our train, this will end badly.
The inevitable happens and the train is hit hard, but a few cars in front of us.
The train starts to progressively explode from car to car.
We look at each-other... no choice.
We jump of the exploding train.

I flip backwards, so I see the world upside down for a moment.
For some reason this is an absolutely phenomenal feeling.
I turn myself around properly and feel the heat of the exploding train.
We're going down... falling past the castle platform, heading straight for the city.
The faster we fall the stronger I can feel the air pressure, and it's making a terrible noise.

I hear something. Baby Doll tried to tell me something.

"What???"
"I can't fly!"

That's right! I can!
I approach her mid-air and hold her in my arms.
I draw my wings of fire...

It HURTS.
My ribcage and my spine make a cracking noise, and I can feel it throughout my body.
The wings have to carry both of our weight and we're slowing down very quickly.
We fall through the clouds now approaching the ground.
I land on my feet hard, the ground beneath us crackles and the pressure of the impact throws things around us over.
For some reason she's now wearing a white glittery outfit.

In front of us is the city, and hundreds of these creatures are charging towards us from within it.
Suddenly, I have it all figured out.
I hand the katana back to Baby Doll and start focusing my energy as hard as I can.
The tattoo on my body catches fire and grows over my right arm and the right part of my face.
My wings burn hot, the flames become brighter every second.
The heat around me becomes extreme, but it doesn't hurt me, in fact I like it.
I feel insanely powerful.

I'm shot at by some of the creatures, but the bullets burn down due to the heat before they hit me.
My wings grow bigger and bigger. I feel ready.
I eject all of the accumulated energy and focus it towards the city.
My wings leave my body, they are now part of the insanely big fire dragon I just summoned.
It's wing span must be at least 100 meters.

I drop to my knees. This may have been a little too much energy, I feel dizzy for a second and my aura seems unstable.
I quickly manage to stabilize it though. I look towards the city.
The fire dragon has already destroyed all creatures in its path and is now ramming into the city.
The whole city catches on fire, the buildings are torn off the ground.
The war is over.

For some reason I know this war was over a key. A key Baby Doll needs.
I search for the key with my mind and find it in the burning remains of the city.
I draw it towards us with telekinesis.
It's a very simple key, one of those to lock doors within a house.
I hand the key over to Baby doll, because I feel that's what I'm supposed to do.
I get the weird feeling that the reason I'm here is to help her get the key.

She's happy to receive the key and gives me a kiss on my cheek.
Then she disappears.
Nothing happens for a few seconds.
I suddenly remember why wielding the katana felt so familiar...
It used to be my weapon of choice in childhood dreams... in fact I still own it... it must be somewhere in the dream world.
I want to find it... but it isn't in this world...

I don't know what to do next. It feels weird because nothing new is happening, that is very unusual.
I turn around.
A man stands right in front of me.
He punches me right into the face and it fucking hurts.
I wake up.

Note: My next goal is to find the katana I have used in childhood dreams.

I tried some Choline last night to see if it would help with vividness and recall

I had a crazy night of dreams, but unfortunately I can't remember much. What I do remember are two incredibly vivid images/experiences; the first was Nelsan Ellis as his character (Lafayette Reynolds) on Trueblood fitting me with some false eyelashes... ()

The second image was very real and very strange. I remember seeing a brown lounge chair to my right. It was covered in a kind of microfraser fabric and it had no arm rests. I notice that it's starting to move in a very unusual way, almost like it's alive. It quickly ramps up to very frightening movements similar to what an alligator would do with it's jaws. It's so real and violent, and I think I am on the edge of becoming lucid because I just know this can't be real, and then the emotion of all of it wakes me up.

... *sigh* ... So close

I walk out of my cottage unto a huge grassy field and, though expecting sunshine, find instead a markedly gloomy discoloration/tint to everything.

A few more steps and I notice that there are people panicking everywhere... I mean grabbing their cheeks and screaming. Pounding their fists into the ground. Literally pulling their hair out. Being human, I start to lose my cool a bit because of their actions but before I turn to screaming and running around rampant I ask a few people what the hell is wrong with everyone. I get ignored until this woman, (who was a potato farmer if I had to guess) said "you must be ignorant. How have you not heard that the world is about to end. how have you not heard?" etc. etc.

I then think to myself "clearly this must be a dream", and as you know...yes. Although I did gain control of this one, it was kind of a clumsy control... it was some-what like being drunk. and trying to drive. I don't have a more logical analogy.

well, I begin to get a kick out of the horde of people panicking while i'm strolling around with a fat grin on my face... so I started to hum a song that I wrote spontaneously and I have it play out-loud. I don't really know if anyone in my dream noticed it, but I sure as hell did...because I decided to start dancing. Then I decided I wanted everyone to stop panicking and dance with me but I couldn't figure out how to control anyone else.

Eventually I decided that I could overhand throw "dancing" from my hands like baseballs and start hitting people, this goes on for a while and by now my song has turned into basically a house/techno beat, so i'm having a blast...I then stop and think to myself "wow this is the most casual i've ever felt while lucid...I should try to fly"

{background info, since this is my first post (I forgot i'm not writing this in my personal journal)...I can't fly. Every time that I try to fly I either wake up or just straight up can't do it. I have had one non-lucid flying dream in my entire life.}

so I quit shooting dance-moves at people, turn around and run full speed until I see that the ground is slopping gradually, as if i'm running down a gradual hill...I plant my feet and jump and spread my arms and... slowly descend back down :/ I then "moon jump" several more times, i'd say making it up to 20-25 feet high and probably do 5 or 6 jumps before I wake up, i guess out of a mild frustration





Enjoyed that one, but if anyone has any flying advice - that would be awesome.
I have sky diving on my to-do list...
Also, I don't live in a cottage or know potato farmers.

[This is a catch-up post. This dream is from the night of January 4-5, 2011.]

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

I'm flying around a large, elaborate, indoor shopping mall that has an upstairs and a downstairs level. [I don't remember how I became lucid, but I did.] Like real malls I've been to with upstairs and downstairs levels, there are lots of open spaces connecting the two. I fly down through one of them to get into the lower level and explore it. Some of the people who are in the mall see me flying, and I talk to some of them.

The lower level is completely enclosed with no windows. It's all painted off-white and appears to be mostly offices, rather than shops. When I get into this enclosed area, I start walking. I encounter a female DC and we start talking. At one point, I actually tell her, “You're a dream character!” She either ignores this or doesn't hear me, I don't know which.

While exploring the corridors and passageways of this enclosed lower level, I find a door that is an entrance to the Arlington Theater. [Although I identified it as such, it didn't quite look like that in the dream. It looked like a big theater for live performances, but without the decorative, themed walls, and even bigger and wider than the real one.] When I enter the theater, I exclaim, “I was looking for this place!” Then it occurs to me, Couldn't you have used an ability to get here faster, rather than just searching for it? I go to take an empty seat next to some of my high school friends. The performance we're watching is a live-action version of Jaws. At the end, I walk up to the very front of the theater and take a picture of the audience.

Then, I feel a need to start floating upward, just like a helium balloon, so I allow myself to. The ceiling of the theater is made up of several layers of pieces of canvas stretched out with ropes. I make my way between the pieces of canvas, sometimes detaching a corner and folding it back, until I float out of the building and into the sky.

The next thing I remember is being on a street corner. My dad and sister bicycle past me and tell me to stop at the corner before crossing the street, to be safe. I say yes, I will. I walk along the road I'm on. I think vaguely of trying to do something else cool, like run really fast, but I don't do it. I look at a photo [presumably the one I took of the audience in the theater; I'm working off brief handwritten notes here] in what I at first think is reality before I figure out that it must still be in my head, because I know that I was dreaming when I took that picture.

While still outside on the street [I think; not sure of the specifics of the transition here], I suddenly find that I'm lying down, and my entire body is vibrating. When I look up and to my left, I see a sleep paralysis monitor. It's measuring how much I'm vibrating. It looks like an oscilloscope, kind of like this one, only in the dream, the screen is all black and there's only one bright-green line across it, that grows thicker and takes up more of the screen as the SP intensifies. Below that line is a numeric readout, also bright-green, that jumps from 40% to 88% as I watch. Below the numbers, I see the words “You did it!” appear on the screen.

So this is what sleep paralysis feels like, I think. I know what it is, but I'm still just a little freaked out by the all-over, shaking, vibrating sensation. I realized that I had to be waking up and thought, No! I don't want to wake up yet! Go back! I tried to DEILD, but I couldn't think of a scene to visualize, nor could I calm myself down enough to visualize one. Eventually, the feeling went away, and I was awake and back to normal. [First time I've ever woken up into SP. Very interesting.]

When I went back to sleep after that, I had another non-lucid dream. This time, I'm in my church. The room seems to be the same size and shape as it is in reality, but lots of things about it are different. The piano is front and center [rather than off to the side], and I'm sitting a few feet behind the piano bench, with my chair up against the windows that form the front wall of the room. I'm watching Wendi play the piano. We talk to each other about something. We're attending Betty's memorial service [which was held the Saturday after I had this dream, and I knew that both Wendi and I were planning to attend].

Later, when we're at the burial service, I look down into the box that forms the underground enclosure for the coffin, and I can see furniture inside it.

After the service, I leave the church building. Outside it is a big, complex interchange of road overpasses and underpasses that spans across a straight main road. Airplanes are using this main road as a makeshift runway. I walk across one of the overpasses with my family to get to the overpass on the other side.

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Side notes:
This was the second night that I wrote down a goal before going to bed. This time, I wrote: “Goal: become lucid, look around at scene, make sure it's stable, then see what other verbal commands I can use.” This time, I accomplished the first two, but forgot about the second two. So far, based on two nights of experience, my working hypothesis is that writing down my goals is definitely helping me to achieve them, but that in the future, my goals should only consist of one or two actions at most, not three or four, because I don't seem to be remembering more than two.

I was stuck in hypnogogia. I was lying in bed but I wasn't sure if I was asleep or not. I felt really wierd and saw wierd colors. Then I started dreaming that I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep. I knew it was a dream because of how it felt, I was in SP I think. I couldn't move, but I could roll over. So I rolled off my bed. It didn't hurt at all. I still couldn't move so I started dream spinning. I teleported out into the hallway. I had no balance so I grabbed the railing to keep from falling over. The physics all gave out and I started floating in. I held onto the railing to keep from flying away, very like the opening scene in waking life with the car.

I was hanging on some rope and I had some kind of a radio device in my hand. I was hanging above some river as I looked down I noticed that my radio device is showing some weird frequencies. Suddenly I find myself on some bridge on the sea. It was dusk. Sun was red and water was reflecting it. I found there a raft and went to some town and had some fun with my friends. I supposedly went to another country but...When I came back I said to my friend where I've been. He said that It could be a problem if I told my dad that I went to another country in raft on my own. Scene change again, I'm now in my cousins house and someone is calling me from outside. The voice said: "Heeeeey Ultraa some girls want your phone number". I went outside but something strange was happening. It was very calm but short after I could hear a warning siren. I run to my cousins house and they've said that earthquake is coming. The house started trembling and ruining and I woke up.

February 4, 2011
me and my stepdad are driving. we drive the curvy road to my school and open a huge gate that normally isnt there. we drive in and bury a body. everything is dark, its stormy out, and cold. i shiver. the dream fast forwards to my house. its amazing how much detail i went into on my house. i got the yellow shutters correct and everything. i walk inside my moms crying. my stepdad was arrested. the dream fast forwards again. im at school. my friend kate is crying because her dad was arrested. later i found out that her dad was working with my stepdad. later i go to the burial site. once again its stormy and the wind is picking up. a flair hits me. i cant read it but i know what it says. it says to come see the show. and it has a picture of my stepdad and what i knew to be kates dad. the dream ends im awaken by mom i dont remember the rest of my dreams.....wish i did need to get my recall up

I have been drinking a tea mixture I made for the past week every night before bed consisting of Valerian root, chamomile, kava, and dream herb. It knocks me out for the most part, but last night I just had a melatonin pill (3mg). I was listening to binaural beats once again, particularly gamma waves.


Somehow my house has turned into a bar, and I am walking downstairs to meet a customer. I had forgotten that she ordered a martini, so I quickly run back upstairs to find the dry vermouth... But it is missing. I'm frantically searching my kitchen for it, and constantly yelling "Fuck!" A coworker of mine was there too.

Gah, my recall has been really awful lately. Too much stress, and not enough time to write down the dreams I do remember. And now, this:

2/4/10

1- Reunion with Leroy
I am horrified to note that all of my front teeth have been horrifically chipped... Upon closer inspection, they all look more like fingernails than teeth, and are mangled quite severely. "No way this is real," I say to myself with a snort after overcoming the initial shock. "I've gotta be dreaming."

A reality check proves me correct, and I go outside to think about which of my tasks to attempt. When I get outside, however, I notice that it is far too dark for my liking, which indicates that the dream is unstable. No problem. I rub my hands together, then focus on raising the sun. It works--- but only for about two seconds.

As I'm going for a second attempt, I spot a dark figure approaching me. Suddenly I'm filled with overwhelming terror. "Leroy," I mutter under my breath. It has been so long since I've seen him that I no longer remember how to deal with his fear aura. I simply stand there, frozen, my heart pounding in my chest. Without even a greeting, he abruptly grabs my leg and jerks my feet out from under me, digging his nails into my skin as my back slams to the ground. I feel no pain from his nails, but it feels as though he's screwing with my energy.

Anger wins over the fear. I roughly pull him onto the ground with me and we begin wrestling for control. After a while, he lets me pin him to the ground. He stares up at me, that damned infuriating smirk playing on his lips. Now all of my fear is long forgotten as I lean forwards to kiss him...

...but the dream destabilizes and he vanishes.

Ugh. I certainly hope that Royal Manipulation dream I had wasn't true. If so, EWW! Either way, I need to learn some self control.