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Well, "yay." My reaccuring nightmares happened again last night.
NON LUCID-BUS FISH AND MORE
I was dreaming about my bus stop & a fish talked about how he is proud of his son, and how he is not 3D (computer animated, the fish were cartoons resembeling Fish Hooks o.O) Then, I looked in the bus window and found out it was a dreamm or my sub-c did, and I was in darkness and could not even make noise, usually in my SP I can scream without moving my lips. I woke up and went back to bed. Vividness: 3.5/5
NON LUCID-LUNCH ROOM HORSE
(These dreams are very short. I had nightmares everytime I went to bed.) This time I was at my school with Stephanie, and we were getting lunch. I told her about what I had dreamt about "last night" ^ and the lunch lady said, "You idiot, to find out if you are lucid dreaming, just say 'horse.'" After she said that, I ended up in the darkness again, and I had to wake myself up by saying, "In the name of JESUS I will wake up." Twice or more. Usually, it works for the first time, but I guess he's mad. Next, SP kicks in without me even dreaming! These stupid Hell-ish dreams! Every other night I have them, and I am sick of it! Everytime I get lucid, it turns into it. I could have had major fun last night, flying and going crazy, but my fear prevents me from it.
NON LUCID- A GUY?
I fell asleep again, and some dudes made fun of me, for being the same? (I was a guy in the dream with blonde hair.) Eric stood up for me. Then, as the fight started, I entered SP and woke up. Vividness: 4/5
NON LUCID-WELL, LUCID BUT NOT COUNTING B/C IT'S HORRIBLE!
I dreamt of flying. Since I knew I was dreaming, (because of the DARKNESS and inability to see the sky!) I entered SP because I found that this was like a spin-off show of my reaccuring nightmares. I went back to sleep. Vividness: 1/5 because it's dark.
NON LUCID-LUCID OR NOT, WHO CARES? IT DOESN'T COUNT B/C IT SUCKS!
I was at the Smith Center at my school. I was sitting next to Elizabeth. "I'm a Christian." I said. I told her. So, I said, "I denied Jesus in front of my best friend. Now I must admit him to everyone." Elizabeth smiled encouragingly. "Say it loud, say it proud!" She said. I yelled, "I'm a Christian!" The people next to us said, "Okay, girl, get ova it." I said no, and went up to them, like 'what you gonna do about it?' kind of thing. I was like "I'm a Christian! I'm a Christian!" They were wearing light green necklaces. Then, before the "fight" ended, everything got dark. Guess what? SP. I woke up, then all I did was think about my previous dream, the guy. (It wasn't FA, I'd know, because I remember falling back asleep.)
When I thought about the guy dream, I fell asleep straight into SP. Straight into it, I just closed my eyes and ended up dreaming! WTF!!! I accidentaly said "In the name of Jesus, I will NEVER wake up from this dream!" Oh, no! I said that! I was doomed to eternal Hell? I really thought I was in Hell. But, right when I said that, I woke up. It must be opposite day in Heaven. To wake up, I screamed in the dream, but then screamed in real life upon awakening. I must have been dead for real, lol. I was freaked out by it. Vividness: 4/5, darkness can't really be vivid.

* I am not counting this as a lucid dream, or dreams. They were lucid, but nightmares. It sucked! I listened to binaural beats before I went to sleep, or a little bit before in the day. Gee, I don't see how it changed my normal dreams, do you?

1/21/11

Wow. I remembered about 90% of this movie-like dream upon awakening, but I quickly lost about 80% more before I even had the chance to think about it.

1- The Second End


Our Future

We have suffered an apocalypse under the vampires. After a long and epic struggle, Alice, Claire, and I have managed to kill off a good majority of them. Unfortunately, they've also managed to kill off most of our convoy and nearly all of my fellow werewolves.

We think the hard part is over, that we can begin to rebuild. But Fate strikes us down as Claire begins to speak a prophecy that has suddenly been delivered to her. "The future of humanity depends upon the T where blood flows." ((Oh. Ohhhhh! I just realized that it was talking about Alice! Duh!))

"What the hell does that mean?" I ask, somewhat worried.

"I don't know. But it doesn't sound good."

She also receives a scrambled word: n-g-e-i-t-a

"Eating," Alice says, before I even process it. Wow, she's quick.

"We're not out of the clear yet, apparently. Don't let your guards down," I say. As if they ever would.

The Ship
Something is definitely not right aboard this ship. The crew seem nice, but I sense something off about them. My suspicions are confirmed just as I am searching for Alice and Claire to warn them of the danger I feel sure that we're in. One of our convoy members is sedated and dragged into a secret room as I watch from the shadows. I put my ear to the door and listen while crew discusses chopping her up and preparing her as tonight's meal. "Eating," I whisper to myself with realization and horror. This ship--- it's a trap. And we fell right into it.

My haste to find Alice and Claire has grown exponentially, but they are walking with several crew members (Umbrella operatives, I now realize) when I come across them. One of the men leads Alice, Claire, Carlos, an unknown woman from our convoy, and myself into a small room and locks us in. "Great," I mutter. "I was just coming to warn you, but I guess I was too late."

Suddenly a chute opens up in one of the walls, and two vampires frozen with sedatives fall into the room. The chute closes, leaving us trapped, weaponless, with the monsters.

The female vamp animates almost immediately, killing the helpless woman and sinking her teeth deep into my arm before I can stop her. The virus quickly works it's way into my system, and....

...I switch to Alice's point of view. I can only watch as my werewolf friend kills off the she-vamp before succumbing to the virus herself. F*cking Umbrella Corp, I think with fury, After all we've done to get rid of the virus, and now they're SPREADING it? There is no time for such thoughts, however. My once-comrade is now coming at me with a hungry look in her eyes, her werewolf genes making the effect of the virus that much more powerful.

I am taken aback by how quickly she moves, by how quickly her sharp teeth sink into my flesh. No... How did it come to this?

I kick her off me, watching as my hands become the clawed hands of the very monster I lived to destroy. But wait. I still have my thoughts... All hope might not be lost.

I look up to see Claire and Carlos backed up against the wall as the newly turned vampire stalks up to them. No. I can't bear for them to die, too. With a feral snarl, I slam my monstrous hand into Hazel's head, and am somewhat surprised when it flies off her shoulders and lands on the floor with a sickening squelch. This power... it's too much.

At that moment, the dark-skinned male vamp snaps to life beside me. "Don't be alarmed," he says hastily, sensing that he is about to share the same fate as my now headless comrade. "You're going to need my help." That accent... I realize immediately that this must be one of the living Vampires from legend, a race of immortals unrelated to our hellish virus.

He tells me that Umbrella has had him frozen for quite some time, so I give him a quick debriefing of current events. "We had the werewolves fighting for us," I say, drawing my story to a close, "but they're all dead now." I look down at Hazel's body with remorse. What a cruel fate...

The Shooting
*3rd Person*

Four Umbrella operatives are standing on deck, peering into the small room from their vantage point at the top level. "Okay, boys," one of them, their commander, begins in a decisive tone, "it's been long enough. Open fire."

The three gunmen begin shooting, each unloading their entire supply of bullets into the small room in what, for any other group of people, would seem like overkill. "There's no way they could have survived that," one of the young men says proudly.

Little do they know that below deck, crawling through the leaking pipes steadily toward them, a Vampire and his newfound companions are-----


"MEOW! MEEEOOOW" My cat lets me know, LOUDLY, how displeased she is at being locked out of my room. GAH! I want to find out what happened!

12.01.11
I'm sitting on stone stairs with two of my friends, nothing else exists but these stairs, there are no surroundings, only the sky.One of my friends talks about what he does to get nice, vivid dreams (Can't remember what he said).I look at the sky throughout the whole dream.It's mostly sunny, clouds are racing around the Sun (literally running circles around it, really fast).We talk about how Mars is easily covered by clouds since it's small in diameter (even though it's clearly the sun).My other friend talks about the lack of musical talent of a third person.I was filled with nostalgia and in deep thought.This was a scene from a town I go to 2 a year, it felt like a moment and an eternity at the same time, weird.

NOTE: I downloaded four banural beat songs for my iPod. I fell asleep on the couch on accident. I awoke around 2:40 A.M. I went to bed and played the beats. They kept me up until like 4:00 A.M. I finally realized repeating them was just not gonna put me to sleep. So, the plan is next time, if I don't fall asleep during the beats, I'll turn off my iPod and just sleep. That's how I did my first WILD ever early this morning.

I find myself at my old house. My mom and dad are there. Odd, they're divorced. My brain doesn't think oddly of it. I see my old dog's cage. We gave him away. Weird. I walk towards his cage. Suddenly, the REM kicks in. I am lucid! Yes! My first WILD! Even better, on my first try!!!!! I twitch and feel a burst of energy in my body. I feel emmense power flow through me. Damn, REM lucid dreams are powerful! I was being overridden with power! I turn around. I don't want to stay here with this fake reality. I don't need to be emotionally hurt in my dream anymore. I walk outside. There's no snow and it's pretty
nice out. Hmph. More bullcrap my head made up. Now I am now longer facing my house. It's time for the turn around method. I know my objective is to do the Psycho movie task. I use my intent and go to the house where Janet is showering. I am outside. (At this point I lose myself in excitement and I am too expectant rather than intent.) I go inside. It's weird and undescribable in here. I turn down a hallway. Then, my excitement reaches a higher level(rendering me stupider). Dakotahnok is there, just as planned. We meet up. We nod our heads, knowing what our plan is. I tell Dakotahnok to wait until I go in. Dakotahnok will go in second. I get in my stance to do instant transmission. I try. Fail. Crap! I try again. Fail. No! I tell Dakotahnok that I'll just sync myself through the wall. Fail. Ugh!(See, now I'm frustrated, expectant, and excited). I say screw it. Oddly, I manage to summon a M9 Baretta pistol. Dakotahnok does too. We're running out of time. Dakotahnok goes up to the door, takes a step back, then kicks it down. We rush in, guns ablazing. We shoot the Hell out of the psycho. We get him just in the nick of time. He had already opened the curtain. Phew, a close one! Janet got out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. She thanks us for our bravery. Then, my dream starts to blur up. Finally, I awake to my alarm.

'bout goddamn time...

Two fragmentary parts here;

One was that we were some sort of either guerilla organization or holidaygoers. You couldn't buy aspirin in the town, they filled it with artificial colouring. When we got back to our housebase, it had been turned into some sort of private school. I tried to get in, and there was a canteen, and the kids saw me; and then some teachers saw me, and this was bad because they were evil, and opposed to our cause. Also I was a sea serpent for some reason at this point

(WHICH AS AN ASIDE I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO DO WELL EVER SINCE I CAME HERE AND IT FINALLY POPS UP IN A NON-LUCID WHAT THE HELL)

and so I dived out the window when it became clear there was no other direction in which I could go, with lots of shattering glass and hiding in the shubbery on the side. There was a precarious drop down to the river and so I was hanging onto a branch, looking at the people searching on the lawn for a few minutes. I felt I must've been really obvious, but it was a while before they noticed me looking out of the bushes. When they did, I just let go and tumbled down a slope to the river. In the river, I realised - I didn't need to follow any cause. I was a sea serpent; I could just go eat fish and live happily.

But then in the river some people came to pick me up in a hovercar. I was unhappy but then they didn't actually take me, they took someone else who sort of looked like me. We'd exchanged some part of our souls in a complex dance; so I was now a sea serpent, and he could morph into a cat. So I could be fine here forever. :3

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Lisa and Bart and an older Bart from the Simpsons were going to a water park. You had to do this water thing together, like step on one square on your side and the other person could get through. So the younger Bart was not very good at it, the older Bart just rushed through without any regard for Lisa, and I didn't see Lisa, it was sort of a third person camera view like in video games. But then she was crying afterward and the younger Bart came to console her while the older one just made offensive remarks.

I'm at my sister's house, who lives in a different state, and I'm just sitting there wondering how I got there. We talk for a bit and she explains that I came down to visit, so I accept the idea, totally oblivious and non lucid.

While she's talking I close my eyes for a moment and I start to hear music, beautiful music that I've never heard of before. I start to wonder... "Where is this sound coming from?" The longer I kept my eyes closed the further my sister's voice would become like she was fading away as the music got louder. I try to figure out how this is happening and the only thing I can come up with is "Oh I must be stoned." So oblivious to the dream signs again, I accept the idea that I'm hearing music because I'm stoned. Then as I accepted that I began to feel very very high, in fact other dreams I've had where I was high the feeling was never quite like a real life cannabis high, it always felt fake or wrong. This was totally accurate though, I was totally convinced that I was stoned and creating original music from the depths of my mind with the help of some green. (I guess I was partially right)

As I give in I feel this total sense of euphoria as the music completely engulfs me. All I can remember is how beautiful it sounded. But I remember, oh wait I'm in a conversation, I'm so rude! So I begin to open my eyes and I'm somewhere new! I'm in my dad's drive way, how odd. I'm laying down too... with blankets and a pillow, right on top of the asphalt.

Quickly none of that matters though, maybe if I stayed on that thought and tried to figure out all these odd occurrences I could've become lucid, but I was just too distracted by the beauty that took over my vision. I'm staring up at the sky as I lay down on the asphalt and I see a tree above me and in between the patches of leaves there's streams of sunlight coming down. Although I wasn't lucid, the vividness was on par of my lucid dreams. The sunlight streaming down was just so beautiful and when I stared at it long enough the holes between the patches of leaves became amazing blooming indigo, fuschia, orchid, turquoise, burnt orange and crimson flowers. I was totally stunned by the intricacy of it all that I didn't notice the music had stopped.

Suddenly I see the sun setting rapidly and the shadows began to chase down all the light. I get up quickly to retreat to my father's home down the drive way. I pick up my blanket and pillow and almost sprint down, for some reason there's a sense of terror because the darkness is coming on way too fast. Before I can get to the house though, I see a strange thing floating in the sky, it looks like plastic bags or something. I stop wondering what I'm looking at, when I start to see a plane flying some 100 feet above the fence near my father's house. I panic at how close to the ground it is and I know it's going to crash soon. Will it hit me? Will the explosion be close? I watch it fly over me and across the street as it crashes immediately into a neighbors house. I try to run wondering when or if the impact or force of the explosion will hit me, but it never does. I look back and there's nearly no debris, but I see the family coming out of their rooms to find a giant plane in their house with little fire.

My father and brother come out and I explain what happened, but they're very nonchalant about the whole thing and invite me inside. As I look back on the wreckage one more time I try to decipher why all these strange events were happening and before I had the chance to become lucid, my alarm goes off.

At first it wasn't lucid. I was surrounded by school people; teachers students etc. and there was a tower that two people had to climb. I was just spectating at first, then I became one of the two people. It was kind of like a tower from Assassin's Creed, but don't let that put you off the rest of this DJ. The other guy beat me by like 0.1 seconds. But the top was a trap. It wasn't stable and soon, the other guy fell off and died

I struggled to maintain my balance as the top of the tower was constantly changing and shifting. I eventually fell off, having a classic "falling" dream. But I think that by the time I hit the bottom, I realised that IRL, I never fall of high things, so this must be a dream.

After a memory gap, I found that I was lucid with LostInLA and our friend from church, "B". We were having an awesome time, taking huge leaps and floating down towards the ground again, 200 metres away. We kept doing that, and we passed lots of different scenery. At one point it the ground was a dull grey and there was a castle ahead of us, but it didn't matter. We stopped just before the castle. I said "Why don't we fly?" I then proceeded to jump really high and will myself to fly. But I just hit the ground again. The other two just laughed. We went off to the right, away from the castle.

I remembered that there was something important to do, my dream goals, but I couldn't remember them. Just as we leaped over a massive, green, mossy rock, B said "Let's go to Italy!". She then teleported us all to a really small area that just had 5 buildings that were were standing in the centre of. I jumped up high to see where we were, but outside the 5 buildings, there was just blackness for the ground, and surrounding us in the sky was just a bad quality wallpaper of Italy.

While in the air, I remembered about how I'm supposed to help my cousin with her nightmares, so I shut my eyes and tried to teleport to her house, but it only half worked and I slowly faded back to the Italy place. I hit the ground next to the other two. I said "I need to help my cousin (S) with her nightmares," as I tried really hard this time. I saw a small white vortex when I shut my eyes. Eventually I was at my cousins house. The two bedrooms are opposite each other in their house. The two boys in one, and the two girls in the other.

I arrived in what was supposed to be S and her sister's bedroom, but it was really dark, and there wasn't a bed in there. Just black coloured tables and random things around the room. A second after I arrived, LostInLA and B appeared too. I guess they didn't want to leave me on my own. LostInLA mentioned about waking up since we had been jumping around and talking for a while now, and I said "You want to wake up now?" and she said "Nah, I'll wait."

I then asked them both to say "I will remember my dreams tonight." LostInLA said it like it was a bother to say it, but B said it with enthusiasm. "Alright, I'm going to find S now," they nodded.

I looked out into the hallway. The end of it was blocked. In front of me was the boy's bedroom, but inside, it looked like it had been changed into the girl's room; pink walls etc.
The sister was sleeping, but she looked strange, almost Asian (not that Asians are strange, but it was strange for her to look like that).
S was supposed to be sleeping, but she was just sitting at her table by the window, with craft in front of her. She wasn't doing the craft when I was there.

I walked around so I could see her face, and said "Hey S". (I said her name). She turned and said "Isn't it weird when you try to burp twice in a row?" I was confused by this response, but I tried it and said "Wow, it IS weird "
I had to try and get into her actual dreams, and find out where she is, but I didn't know how to go about it, so I placed my hand on her head, but nothing happened. I just ruffled her hair and said something about how she isn't having any nightmares tonight.

Out the window, there was a massive field of plants, they were growing strawberries and lemons from waist-high grass plants.

I let myself wake up.

My arm was the most dead it has ever been in my life. I sat up in my bed, and my arm just dragged along after me. It was completely dead. As the circulation returned, I ran out of my bedroom and texted LostInLA, saying I had just had a long lucid with her, does she remember?
She texted back that she didn't remember her dreams.
I then rang up my cousin. This was the phone conversation:

Me: "Hi, may I speak to S please?"
S: "Hello?"
Me: "Hey! It's Kevin."
S: "Oh hi!"
Me: "Did you remember your dreams?"
S: "Kind of. They were good dreams."
Me: "So you didn't have any nightmares?"
S: "Nope "
Me: "Well, I had a really long lucid dream with me and my two church friends, and at the end of it, I went to you..
(I described the bit with her in it)
S: "Yeah, that's basically how mine went too."
Me: "Really?! And also, outside the window, there were strawberries and lemons growing."
S: "We actually ARE growing strawberries and lemons out the back. Grandma cut some lemons off a tree and we put them into pots. I started growing strawberries in pots too."
Me: "Seriously?! Wow! What were you doing just before I rang?"
S: "Getting ready to go to Timezone."
Me: "Okay then, have fun!

I then texted B, and she said "Really?? I remembered my dreams when I woke up, but now I can't remember them."

I am in my high school's band room. It is a night-time practice during marching
season but we are inside working on music. For some reason I do not have my
saxophone. Instead of just sitting there doing nothing, I am helping the pit. Jill
is having trouble so I go over to help her and I look at the keys on the marimba.
From a distance, it looks completely joined and glassy. At a closer view, however,
the keys are obviously separated, as they should be, but there is no progression
in size. The size of the keys are all random and non-sequential. They should
gradually become smaller, the closer to the right side of the instrument they
come. This is not the case. The marimba should not even play correctly. Somehow,
it does. I go and check the other marimbas across the room and notice that the
letter names for the notes are etched into the keys. I find octave C's, play them,
and show Jill. She gets the orientation and begins working on the music. All the
while, the rest of the band is playing the show. Then my crush comes over to help
Jill with the music. I hug her and the dream ends.

House Party - The dream opened up in the living room of a large house. I remember seeing two people I knew in high school. There were only a few people there and I was sitting at a table off to the side of the room. I didn't feel like making conversation with anyone so I waited for someone to come talk to me. Eventually a girl my age came up and started talking to me. I didn't know her but we were flirting. We kept talking and more people showed up at the house. She left to talk to other people. There room was now full of people partying and it was night. There we people around me and the girl came back to talk. This is all I remember.

Class - It started out in a huge class auditorium in college. It was the first day of class. I'm not sure what class it was but there were two professors teaching the same course at the same time. Kind of like a team. This girl was sitting next to me, I do not know her in real life. We were chatting and making jokes as the teachers talked. Some guy came and sat on my left, he acted like he was high laughing all the time. There were also a few girls with him but I don't remember much of them. As they were teaching the girls arm was resting on mine. Next the teachers asked us to form lines for something. There was crowds in the lines so I decided to wait until they were short because I was in no hurry. I eventually got up and tried to do whatever it was I was getting in line for. I had trouble and then I woke up.

I went to sleep with music playing on my MP3 to see if it would be a good anchor. I fell asleep but shortly awoke because of a loud song that had started playing. I did not move or open my eyes and shortly experienced vibrations. After they stopped I opened my eyes and got up from the couch. I did a RC to confirm I was dreaming. Then I spun around picturing the collesium in the dilapidated city in my dreamworld. I wanted to figure out what everything in my dreamworld meant. When I appeared there I was in the middle of the arena. There were people sitting in the stands watching a lion tamer or something. They shouted at me for getting in the way. I asked, "What does this place represent?" Some random guy from the audience answered, "It represents the death of theatre in modern times," or something like that. I left thinking that it didn't make sense, but thinking now it does. Then I lost lucidity and followed the dream.

so now I know what the arena meant: the death of theatre in modern times

I don't know if I was lucid or not. But I was watching a TV recording of a freaky ballet based on some kind of 18th Century French Novel. Then there was an ad for a warped Peter Pan sequel, really New Agey. Then I left to go work in a theatre, which had a few levels of basement in descending levels of decay as they went downwards. In the lowest level, I found one of my French profs, my favorite one, also working on the stage piece the theatre was putting on (My old theatre prof was the director of this piece.). It turned out to be the same freaky ballet, and he was consulting on historical accuracy.

We chatted for a while, and we both found out that he's related to my husband's side of the family by marriage. Someone else's, not his, as he's never been hitched. We had a few moments of "Cool, we're kind of maybe related!" before the director sent me to a beauty parlor to get supplies.

I didn't fit in there any better than I do in real beauty places. Someone tried to convince me to cut all my hair off, showing me a wig with "Lesbian Chic" short hair in 5 different shades from yellow to red. I know this hair now; a few years ago I had an erotic dream featuring a chick with this hair. Odd. Sexy, though... I'd forgotten about that dream...

They completely ignored what I was needing, telling me that these colors were no good for me... but I needed them for someone else, I worked in a theatre, but no one even seemed to hear that part. I left angry, and it was dark. Kind of stormy, too, though I vaguely remember seeing stars. Then I woke up, happy because I didn't have to really go back and tell this theatre prof that her favorite salon wouldn't sell me anything basically because I was so ugly they wanted to fix me rather than help me.

This theatre prof's rage is notorious. I don't ever want her pissed at me. Not even in a dream.

[INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"]19.01.2011[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT]
[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]Timewarp Road[/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"](DILD)[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"]NON-DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#800080"]DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#00008B"]LUCID[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR="#808080"][/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"]After a few weeks of NO recall, I got something :)

[/COLOR][COLOR="#800080"]I was in a McDonalds, waiting in line and everything seemed normal. Though, suddenly something didn't add up and I pinched my nose and [/COLOR][COLOR="#00008B"]could breathe.

I was trying to recall my goals and remembered my goals to go to the past and future. [/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"](remember this) [/COLOR][COLOR="#00008B"]Before I could attempt it, something caught my eye, I saw 7 Year Old Blue-haired quadruplet girls in robes lining up. I remembered another one of my goals was to ask a DC for inspiration, or for what they might want. I went up to them and asked them what they would like, they said they wanted Santa Claus to show up this year, they're a poor family. Before I could try to accomplish their wish...I woke up...or did I?

[/COLOR][COLOR="#800080"]I was in my bed, thinking, "Why'd it have to end there, I was just about to do something." I though that I should check on my plaster cast I just needed applied when I [/COLOR][COLOR="#00008B"]became lucid, the reason...I don't have a cast. I looked around and I was in a hi-tech house with automatic everything that had a very nice view though. [/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"](My SC helped me with my goal...) [/COLOR][COLOR="#00008B"]I had a look around my home and peeked outside where there was a big excersise ball in a bush. [/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"](this likely showed up because my one popped, I like to sit and bounce on them) [/COLOR][COLOR="#00008B"]I attempted to shatter the window by punching it, which didn't work. I continued to try punch it to no avail and then tried a jumping cliche' kung-fu kick. I failed to even make it to the window. [/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"](even in my dreams, I still suck) [/COLOR][COLOR="#00008B"]Giving up hope, I just went outside and followed a sot of Cyber-road. As I was walking along I felt the dream fading by stabilized it, I also noticed the road was sort of slowly losing it's techy look. I eventually came to a big hill. By this time, the road was only modern, I went up it and saw the road turn to big slate bricks like they wee a long time ago. When I got to the top I was overlooking a moonlit village. It was the most beautiful thing i'd seen in a dream, It was so realistic, I saw a simple village with people walking around, I felt the dream fading, but satisfied I completed 2 goals, I let it.[/COLOR][/INDENT]

This was another lucid from several days ago that I didn't have time to journal. I don't recall much now, but the lingering emotion makes it memorable.

Jennifer
I become lucid somehow. I am in a house. It's vaguely familiar but I don't know specifically. I try to recall my plan. I think to summon my ex-girlfriend (which wasn't my plan, but it's something I've thought to do, but feared it might be dangerous). I seem to be in the living room of the house. I sense that around the corner and through the hall is the kitchen. I take a breath and prepare myself to meet Jen, who I haven't seen in 3 years. In those years, I have only dreamed of her once or twice, and even then only briefly. But I am haunted by memories of her in waking life.

I finally muster the courage and start walking toward the kitchen where I expect her to be. As I enter the door, I call to her loudly: "Jen?" Then I walk in and there she is. I stop, shocked that it worked. There she is after all these years. I take a moment to really look at her. She doesn't move and doesn't say anything. I look at her face. She seems a bit older. He face a bit worn and no makeup. She is not ugly but she is somewhat... undesirable. I silently thank my subconscious. I thought this would be very difficult and painful. But somehow, now that I see her, it's not so scary. I am not overcome with desire, or anger, or sadness. I just see her and she is just a person.

I talk to her briefly, but I don't recall any detail of the conversation. I only recall my sense of relief that I saw here and I didn't totally freak out.

This was a weakly lucid dream for several days ago. I didn't have time to journal it at the time. I don't recall much of the dream, but my interpretation is memorable.

Father
I am in my apartment living room. I see my father. He is sitting at the couch. He is bent over, writing something on the coffee table. I notice he is writing with his left hand.

Interpretation: My father isn't left-handed, but I am. I am the only person in my family who is left-handed. It's something I identify strongly with. When I saw in the dream that my father was writing with his left-hand, I realized that this dream character actually represented an aspect of myself. This made me think of when I look in the mirror in waking life. I see myself and, as I've become an adult, I look a lot like my father. When I look at my reflection, I see my father. This upsets me because I have a bad relationship with my father and a negative opinion of him. I have collected all my own negative character traits and projected them on to an image of my father. But really, it is myself. I can't reject and avoid the negative aspects of myself. I must accept them and work toward a holistic personal goal.

Family in Crossword Maze
My whole family is together. Father, mother, sister, me. And also maybe one other male child. We are walking through a forest. The trees and paths are arranged like a maze. It's like a big maze puzzle game. We walk through and collect letters. They are like big white Scrabble tiles that are scattered throughout the maze. We have a map. Every so often we stop to consult the map. Guarding the paths are giant spiders, but they seem fake. They are like piñatas.

So we walk around together, collecting these letter tiles. I am surprised that everyone in the family is getting along and working together toward this common goal. Eventually, we seem to reach the end of the maze and have collected all the letters. Then the map of the maze appears like a crossword. We place the letter tiles on the map to complete words. I remember two of the horizontal words were "California" and "Geneva".

Then the whole scene seems to restart. We start back at the beginning of the maze and do the whole thing over again. My sister complains that I found all the tiles last time and I should let other people help. So I help my sister and the other mystery boy by pointing out where the letter tiles are. I'm a bit frightened of the big spiders. My mother is fearless and she knocks them away with a big piece of paper, paving a safe path though the maze.

Interpretation: Lately, I have come to realize that when I dream of my family members, they actually represent different parts of my own personality. So, in this dream, all the members of my family are working together and succeeding. The fears and weaknesses of some individuals are made up for by the strengths of the others. I interpret this mean that I should accept and incorporate all aspects of my character.

Brian
I dream of planning a trip with an old high school acquaintance, Brian, and his family. He was a friend but later we grew apart. In the dream, he is patronizing me and I am annoyed. But I honor the plan to take a trip with his family. I am at his house. I decide to return home and come back the next day when we will leave together. When I get home, I all him to confirm the time for the next morning. But I am still annoyed by his patronizing attitude.

Brian Again, fragment
Another dream about Brian. Maybe I woke up briefly and reentered the previous dream scene. I don't recall much detail beyond that.