memorable

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.

NON LUCID-NAP (OR IT FELT LIKE ONE)
I can't post the content of the dream because it is probably against the rules. I am pleased to say it is the first dream I recall with such matter (it's NOT sex, lol) and it made me realize how we need to defend our country. I am also please to say, that I actually remembered a nap dream! That's rare! Vividness: 4/5. SUPER clear for a nap.
I will add the scenery, since that's allowed. It was a field with a playground, and grass and white sand. Jasmine and Jemise were out there, and I ran from the danger and grabbed onto Jasmine's hand. We all ducked as sparks (which represented something else) rose from the ground and we protected ourselves. I vowed to never let ________ destory our lives again, and I would fight for freedom.
NON LUCID-NAP BEAUTY AND THE CANDLE II
Um, I only remember Belle hitting on the candle in human form. Vividness: 2.5/5. Fuzzy.

More notes for myself:

- Attempted a WILD by visualizing a landscape (a forest) then I visualized myself looking down at my feet as I walked and recreated the sound of footsteps.
- A minutes or so into it I was dreaming but I had no control of the dream or even a body, it was like watching a movie.
- I had to follow two girls, I couldn't turn away when I tried.
- I could read the mind of one (who turned out to be my dream guide, Catie) but not the other (her name was never mentioned so I'll call her DC2).
- Catie seemed to know this was a dream, which struck me as odd since most other DCs never seem to. DC2 didn't.
- Catie was like the "main character" of the dream, DC2 was just there to tag along.
- Catie did several reality checks and then start looking for someone.
- DC2 pointed at something and Catie turned to look.
- It was me, or at least a projection of me. Since I had no body and was simply observing the dream, I had no conscious connection with this "other me."
- They tried to get the attention of the "other me" but it didn't see them. It looked like it was looking for something.
- I tried to project myself into the "other me" but it didn't work.
- The "other me" teleported away (several teleportations a few feet apart, the way I usually travel in dreams).
- DC2 swore and said something about "him fading away again."
- I woke up.

Don't exactly beleive in "shared dreaming" but given the experience, this might be as close to one as I've gotten. Maybe. Idk. Probably not.

I find myself outside near a convenience/appliance combination store wearing my trusty ‘traveling’ backpack I own only in my dreams. It, as usual, is stuffed with marijuana. Apparently weed is the only thing I feel I need to survive when traversing the dreamscape.

A teenager approaches me from across the street as if he knows me. The teenager asks me for some weed and offers to help me “get some pussy” in return. This disrespectful bartering prospect highly unnerves me, and sends me into a rage. I swing a right hook at him, but he is a minor and so I subconsciously pull back at the last moment and the punch doesn’t land.

The punk kid throws a deck of cards at me and they all spill and flutter around me. I dig into my trusty dream satchel to procure some sort of defense. I find my rhyming dictionary and throw it at the teenager. This has no affect and so I throw spoon after spoon at him… each of which I find inside my bag. With the kid distracted, I duck into the store and find myself at the model washers and dryers.

Cat shit covers my clothes now so I am given ample reason to use said washers and dryers. I strip down to my boxer-brief underpants and place my dirty clothes in an empty display washer. Everybody is very upset by my actions, and shake their heads at me… who stands wearing boxer-briefs, shoes and socks, and a backpack. Since I was half-naked, the authorities were notified so the police show up immediately… there had been a cruiser across the street and two officers witnessed the entire previous scene with the teenager. I am afraid because of how much marijuana I have on my person, and the immanence of being searched… I approach the police and surrender the rest of my spoons. Subconsciously I knew that I was dreaming and that I didn’t have to actually suffer the legal ramifications of the situation at hand and ended the dream to wake myself up before being busted for possession.

my mother in law has been dead for 13 years. i married my wife 8 months after my mother in law died.
i dreamed that my father in law knock on my door and he told me to go buy 4 Chinese statues because his wife was coming to my house [in reality she had 4 Chinese statues but 2 of them were stolen] we went to buy them and then my mother in law came. she told me that my house [which is her house] is beautiful but is too small for us because i have 4 children. all of a sudden the door knocked and as she knew that it was his husband she shouted that she didn't want him to come inside and as he hear these words he left. then she told me not to help him and we don't need him and we should leave him alone. she even told us she is going to tell us some words but she was in a hurry and she had to go



p.s i really want to know what all this dream means please

NON LUCID-GET ME IN THE GARAGE
I don't think I was asleep when I dreamt this, but if I was I must have been half awake.FA. Mom woke me up in the middle of the night and told me to get a midnight drink with her. (We don't ever do that.) I heard people yelling that sounded like my old friends from Pittsburgh, PA. Their names are Tori, Mandy, Taylor, DJ, Hannah, etc. (That's just SOME my neighborhood friends.) I heard their voices from outside, so I rushed to the window in the garage to see them. I picked up a stick and poked the window. I couldn't see anyone, but I asked "Hey, is that you, guys? What are you doing here?!" They just kept laughing, but before I could investigate more, the door shut. I ran right to it, because I am terrified of the dark. When I ran up to the door, calling Mom for help, I felt an evil presence. I saw in the corner of my eye a murderer, with a ski mask and black outfit. He was holding a knife. Mom opened the door slightly as I tried to get out. I think I knew I was dreaming, because I made my "spirit" go through the door, and follow my body outside of the garage. I put my "spirit" back in my body, and I was unharmed, I woke up. This might have been lucid, but I don't want to count it because, 1. It was not a dream, it was a nightmare, anyway. 2. It's not really something that I had fun doing, so even though I knew I was dreaming, I'd rather not count it. The reason the word spirit is in quotes, is because it was black. I am pretty sure mine is clear, and glowing. Vividness: 4/5 It seemed so real I probably think it would have happened.
NON LUCID- AUDIO BAN
I was in math class. Kaylee was there, which she isn't in my real math class. She had her MP3 on, listening to it. The guy that sits in front of me had his MP3 on, only one ear. It was yellow and black with a tint of green. (his headphones) Instead of where I normally sit, I was in the middle-ish part of the room, in the back. Kaylee looked prettier than usual. Mrs. S gave an announcement that during the mid terms, we can't have our headphones in and listen to music. (We can't do that, anyway!) Kaylee wrapped her headphones around her MP3 and she put it in her pocket. Mrs. S then said, "I suggest if you have your MP3, put it away, NOW!" The guy in front of me, gave a guilty face and took the headphone out of his ear. When I observed Kaylee's MP3, I compared it to my iPod, and wondered if I could buy it, just for fun. Vividness: 4.5/5. Very bright and clear.
NON LUCID- BROKEN YASMIN = NICKI MINAJ
I tried to redo Yasmin's hair. I gave her a makeover. I put my Meez's pigtails in color black on her. When I was done, I put her on the dresser (ironic) and she got all wet. (This is my Yasmin Bratz with batteries, so she can't get wet and work.) I observed her and thought she looked like an ugly version of Nicki Minaj. Then, I noticed she was in water, and I recalled that you can't get even a slight amount of water on her. I tried to get Mom to fix her, because I was afraid she would explode. Vividness: 3/5 Somewhat clear.
NON LUCID- I LOVE YOU, I CAN'T LOSE YOU AGAIN FOR THE 5TH TIME!
The previous dream somehow turned into this dream, because the Nicki Minaj/Yasmin girl was a real girl in here. First, I went back on Meez, my virtual website thing. I got back my old look, and my pigtails. I told everyone I was back. The conference room was pretty, it was white and it had brown desks and black movie theatre seats. Everyone cheered, as I left to let the other people talk. Then, here is where it gets fun. I go on a bus, with my ex "husband." Really, boyfriend but we got married like four times on Meez. We were together for more than a year. Jordan was there, she had short blonde hair, very pretty, with her boyfriend. A cute guy with curly hair was there, who resembeled my old friend from 7th grade, Scooby. He had his girlfriend. Eric, (my current friend) was with the Nicki Minaj Yasmin. We all were on a bus for a romantic getaway, I didn't know where we were going. Here is the weirder part, I couldn't see him! He was invisible to me. I just knew it was him. Then, out of nowhere, we lose everyone. I am alone with Scooby, Jordan, and Eric. Jeff, Scoob's gf, Jordan's BF, and "Nicki" were gone. "No! No! Where'd he go?! No, I miss him!" Everyone was devistated, I was the only one with a shrill of hope. I kind of knew it was a dream. Like 13% out of 100%. "Calm down." I said, as everyone cried. Then, the bus driver told us to go on an elevator, because this bus was acting up. The hot guy with the curly hair (who resembled my friend) was crying, devistated he lost his girlfriend. Eric was sad, because he lost the fake Nicki Minaj. Jordan was crying. The guy was so sad, that he jumped on the almost-already-broken elevator, to kill himself. I joined along with him, hoping I would die. I love him so much, and to lose him for the 5th time, really broke my heart. We didn't die, sadly. Next thing we knew, we were on another bus. Once we got there, and everyone calmed down, we were at NYC. (for some reason, there was the eiffle tower there) No sign of them. This was our final destination. "See, they're gone forever!" Replied Jordan. Then, the bus driver came out with a blue hat and white shirt on. I THINK he was wearing jeans. "What'ru talkin' about?" He said confused. "There are two other buses behind me, because we wanted to make sure they worked, because the one you guys was on was bein' faulty." Then, drove up two buses, and out walked: Nicki Minaj/Yasmin, Jordan's bf, Scoob's gf, and my Jeff. We all ran up and hugged them, happy to be with them forever, even if mine was invisible. All of us "youngsters" went into a resturaunt in NYC, and had a double, double, double date there. It was so pretty. Only thing is, I didn't feel the love. Vividness: 3.5/5. Almost very clear.
Interpret: I think that I was all of the dream charecters. I think the dream represented how I felt about the loss of Jeff, who I haven't seen since 2008/early '09. I think also he was invisible because I am either, A. losing my feelings for him, or B. Realizing just because I loved him, maybe he isn't the one for me, anymore. Or, C. I will never see him again, so why be stuck on him? The mourning period is over, time to move on.

Well, I remember discussing family oddities with Fonzie while my little sister did something involving dolls in the other room, then I woke up and crashed again.

Then I dreamed that I was desperate for a place to study, so bad that I broke into the first church I ever went to. Now, this place is a common element in my dreams, but it's always a building with one of those layouts that you can never escape from. Open an exit, it opens to the entrance on the other side of the building, and all that.

Well, I opened a door to one of the classrooms, hoping for a table and chairs to work with, and found a pastor there. He said he was going to call the police unless I watched a video the church had prepared. It seems that they had been having problems with burglars, and even with all my homework on my back I couldn't convince him that I wasn't interested in theft. I just wanted to study. I had homework due.

But he made me sit down and watch a cartoon (with anthropomorphic animals, no less!) about how no matter what my friends thought, breaking into buildings was "not cool." Very cliche.

"Look, Miss. The person breaking into that church is a rat. You don't want to be a rat, do you?"
"You do realize that I'm 26, right? Not 5?"
"This isn't funny, Miss. This is very serious. This is your future we're talking about. You're on the road to drugs and prostitution."
"That's nice. Can I do my homework while I watch this?"

Finally he let me go, so late that not only had I missed my assignment, but the class it was for. I had flunked my class. He asked me if I ever wanted to break into a church again, and I told him that I was never setting foot in any church again. I think I added a "you bastard" to that. On my way out, I found his a woman by the side of the road with a blown tire, and offered to give her a ride. Turned out she was the pastor's wife, come to pick him up from guard duty. I dropped her off back at the church, and the pastor started cheering that he had saved another lost youth. I flipped him off as I left.

Nap-
Since it was a nap, I am lucky I remember even one fragment, which I did. I only remember the lesson involved in it. Someone, or something told me my life would get better when I am older. That's all I remember. maybe it's because it gave me information about the future that I couldn't handle right now.
Or it could be that I ate alot of cookies because right now my life is great anyway.

I just finished burning down the house, so I guess I should record my dreams.

Torotot Wars (lucid)
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I wielded my pair of torotots (Tagalog for paper towel rolls XD) and ran around smashing people over the head with them. They were attacking me inside my house, so the paper towels rolls are all I could find. I ran into my bedroom to catch my breath and do a reality check. 'Looks like I'm dreaming', I thought as air passed through my closed mouth. I walked into my hallway, and I slashed the throat of an enemy. What the hell? I thought, the short torotot had turned into my purple dagger. Sweet. I tried to turn the long one into a long sword, but someone knocked it out of my hand and tackled me. Before I could run outside to get to the apocalypse ship in China for the LPTC, he took my dagger and plunged it through my chest.

Water Pong
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I opened the door and sat down on the edge of the chair. Naomi and Nick were in bathing suits, playing a game in a small pool, kinda like ping pong and water polo. They were trying to score by getting the ball past a blue line behind their opponent. Naomi kicked Nick's ass, and I was asked if I wanted to play. I got up and waited a bit to think about it, and said, "Sure." I took off my shirt and got in the pool. I cracked my knuckles and the judge threw the ball into the middle of the water. I lunged for the ball, colliding with Naomi.

For a Good Cause
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I visited someone's house as my parent's talked with other parents about some sort of cause that had to do with school. I walked around the house and visited a room with high ceilings and an opening to an upstairs. I heard my brother and some of his friends up there. I yelled, "Get down here!" and all three of the jumped maybe fifteen feet downwards. They were all wearing ugly, shiny, gold clothes and flashy jewelry. "What are you wearing?!" I questioned. My bro said, "We are wearing this stuff for a reason," and one of his friends started doing some dirty dance.

Not Again
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
Rachel, Bowen, and I walked outside to the parking lot to check something for our bio class with a few other students. We walked back into the classroom and it was fenced out by the construction workers. The sign on the class read, "Go to room 6311 for your backpacks, check room 3211 for Ms. D." "Oh well," I said, "let's just go home." Alex walked up to us looking rather sickly. "You want these peanut butter marshmallow sandwich? I'm to sick to eat." Rachel and I said, "No, thanks." Alex set it down on a tray by one of the pillars. Bowen ran back to grab it and took a few bites. "You're actually eating that?" I asked. "Mhm," he nodded. "Gross..." I watched some asshole driver in a tan Toyota speed onto the sidewalk. 'I know that car...' I thought.

This ending to the dream and the car I saw is exactly the same as the one I remember dreaming about three years ago.

The dream skips and my mom is taking my brother and I to the parking lot. It suddenly become dusk, and the street light ominously lit up a small section of the lot. The car was racing down the lanes of the parking lot trying to run us over. "Run!" I screamed. We all scrambled through shortcuts trying to outwit the driver, which worked almost flawlessly. We slipped between cars and the driver lost us for a second. My mom and my brother ignorantly ran towards our car; they didn't see the man driving towards them. "Wait!" I called out to them with no response. The man stopped and got out of his car. My brother saw him pull out a pistol and ran back toward me, but the man shot him in the back of the knee, and he crumpled to the ground. He pointed the gun toward my mom, and she whipped out a pistol from her pocket. I ducked down and heard two quick shots and a body falling. I don't know whose it was.

1/17/11 - Quarter Pieces
Dream Non-dream Lucid

I was with my dad at a little bookstore, somewhere downtown. I was looking around in the manga section. I didn't see anything really interesting, so I wandered around the store until I found a room seperate from the rest of the store. I went inside, and found shelves filled with books from a single manga series. I was amazed; there was only one copy of each volume, and yet there were enough to fill all the shelves. I loved the way the covers looked; each had a sparkly design on the front that glittered even in the store's dim lighting. I started reading them, and was about halfway through the seventh book when my dad found me. He said we had to leave, so I left with him, reluctantly.

I found myself in an abandoned building, with a single floor, holes where doors and windows should be, and graffiti covering the walls. Two boys walked in, one about my age, and one about ten, both with dark, shaggy hair. I hid myself from them, and my view of the room was switched to third person. The older boy was looking at some of the graffiti. I noticed one in particular - it said "iJustine" in big letters. The boy also noticed it, because the paint used to write it was dripping down the wall. It was still wet. Suddenly, I was seeing in first person again, and Justine and I jumped out from our hiding places. (I hadn't noticed before, but Justine was also hiding in the building.) The two boys were shocked. We started beating the crap out of them, especially the younger one. Afterwards I felt bad, so I asked them how I could make it up to them. The older boy asked for "two quarter pieces," so I reached into my pocket and pulled out a wad of money. I had ten bucks and a bunch of quarters, so I gave them one quarter and Justine gave them another. The two boys then ran off with what we'd given them.
I realized that, because I had $10, I could go back to that bookstore and buy a couple volumes of the manga that I liked. I ran out of the building and down the street, suddenly finding myself in a different scene. I was in the sparkly manga room in the bookstore, picking out which ones I wanted. My dad came in again. He told me that we were late for something and that I'd have to buy the books some other time. We both left.

Hannah was with me then, and we were sitting on some rocks by the ocean. It was just past sunset, and a bunch of other teens were with us, but I don't think I knew any of them. We decided to go swimming, so we all jumped into the water fully clothed. It was a little cold, and the current was strong. A boat passed by, and a big wave rushed over us. I found myself being pulled under, and I thought that Hannah was on top of me. I struggled to swim to the surface, and in doing so found that it wasn't Hannah pulling me down; I was tangled up in something, probably seaweed. When I finally freed myself and swam to the surface, I found myself looking up at an old Inuit woman. The current had somehow carried me far away, under ice, and into this woman's igloo. The hole in the floor that I was looking at her through was supposedly used for ice fishing. I scrambled out of the water and onto the floor, and collapsed, panting and shivering. I think I blacked out. From what I could figure out, the old woman used magic to heal me, but it also caused me to change into a white leopard, and though I could change back and forth at will, it would always be a part of me.

The scene shifted to what I think is a week later. I was staying with the Inuit woman. The view was third person.
Remember the dark-haired boys from earlier? The older one had, apparently, been injured on the ice and abandoned. The old woman had found him and brought him back to her igloo. He was unconscious, and the woman was using some healing spells on him. It must have been similar to the ones used on me, because he kept shifting forms, from human to wolf and vice versa. When she finished, he was human, and seemed to be asleep. She put a blanket over him, and left the house to gather food or something.
The boy soon woke up. He seemed really confused. He got up and looked around. He noticed a leopard's tail(mine) flicking back and forth, sticking out from under a blanket on a cot by the wall. He crept over to it slowly. I switched back to first person, and rolled over on the cot. The boy froze. I stretched and climbed onto the floor in front of him. He looked as though he might try and attack me. He also looked... really hot. I could see the wolf in his eyes.
I stood on my back paws, and transformed into my human self. "It's just me," I told him. He looked really shocked, and a little nervous too - probably because of how I kicked his ass before. I tried to make it clear that I liked him now and wasn't going to hurt him.
I woke up then. Darn, he was so hot too...

Last night I had a dream and I was Nancy Drew. I was solving a TV-Train case (in other words a fake mystery that takes place on a train but is being filmed for TV--no, not a murder mystery) and like usual, Nancy ends up having to solve a real one too. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Well it started off with "me" (as ND) and the other contestants meeting in a passenger car with only seats. Well I decide to work on my own on this fake mystery-(I don't remember what the fake mystery was about). Well somehow "I" got involved in a real mystery-don't know how but I did-the train seemed to be under a "ghostly/haunted" power since there were these weird "accidents" that weren't part of the fake mystery judging by the organizer and her assistants' faces.

The first accident was the train stopping in the middle of nowhere for no reason and it took 48 hours before the train could be fixed. While everyone was waiting for the train to be fixed I slipped into the train's kitchen (don't know why-but I did) I discovered someone''s journal-(I wore gloves just to be safe when I was touching/reading the journal).

I than slipped back out and went else where on the train. I discover a solid, sliding door that was locked but I was hearing someone on the other side of the door. So I unlock the door using a bobby pin and I discover both a kid (tied up) and a dog. I than try to phone my friends (Bess and George) but I only said 5 sentences before someone try to clobber me. When I woke up I was in the same room I discovered earlier but both the dog and the kid were gone and I was tied up. So I thumped on the door and someone came and opened it-it was one of the other contestants.

Than it switched to a (not-filmed) meeting in the train's kitchen and the other contestants were starting to get a bit fearful one said "I don't want to do this constant anymore if we could end up tied up." I than asked "Did anyone see a dog?" Another Contestant said "I let him go free since you had left a note saying that is what to do." I replied back I didn't leave any such note." She showed me the note and I slipped my regular writing out of my purse and we compared the two. She said "This isn't your handwriting on this note." Somehow Bess &George appeared on the train (I spotted George's black hair through the kitchen's door's window), the organizer wasn't too happy for me to have extra assistance but didn't complain.


Everyone except me, Bess and George left the room. They explained they had a dream that I went into a house and the two of them and the Hardy Boys were working at something., the Hardy boys were working at a computer at the front of the house's library (yes in RFL my parents' house has a library) and Bess and George were working at a computer in the back of the said library. They woke up the next day, called each other and than called the Hardy Boys (and they too had the same dream). I had the same dream when I had been conked out. Just as i was telling them I had exactly the same dream I noticed something was wrong with the stove with food on it. There was a humongous fire going on, on the stove and it would burn half or more of the room if it wasn't put out. So Bess George and I put it out quickly.

End of Dream

non-lucid
Lucid
Background Info

So i slpet over Isaiahs (my friend) house yesturday and we had fun played games and all that stuff and we went to sleep at like 5 am. And for the 2nd time ever i had DILD: in my dream i was in Isaiahs house and we were just talking and out of nowhere we hear gun shots so me and my Isaiah's family rush down to the garage to hide( Two story house). So while i was there i decided to look out the window and i saw a guy with two AK47's coming towards the house so me and Isaiah rushed and lucky locked all the doors in the house. The guy trying to hurt us decided to shot at us from the garage window and we were all hiding behind things i was extremely scared but for no reason i decided to pluck my nose and close my mouth and as we all know i could breath so thats when i realized i was dreaming. I got up from where i was hiding made a gun shape useing my hands and shot a bullet at the guys head without even trying. First thing i said was "HeadShot" then i was like wait im lucid dreaming and for no reason the scene changed and i was at the beach so while there i tried to shange the color of a coconut tree i wanted it to turn red but instead it turned orange so i gave up. I awoke with my frined trying to draw things on my face but hey at least i Lucid Dreamt

P.S does anyone know any tricks on how to control color more becuase i can never seem to change a color to my liking

Took 100mg of B6 before I went to bed last night, then another 100mg during WBTB. I also decided to do my self-hypnosis technique, but that didn't work out very well when my cat kept stepping on me every five minutes.

1- Dreamviews of the Future
((Note: this was a very abstract dream and most of it is really difficult to put into words.))
Dreamviews is a physical place; I am exploring all of their new "features." I walk past a long line of people carrying musical instruments, whom I discover are all trying out for the new Dreamviews Marching Band.

Next, I am looking at some dream journals. Each journal is it's respective member's private home, or inner sanctuary. I visit at mine first and am somewhat disturbed to find a long and very explicit dream written out for all the world to see. Why would I post that in such detail?

I think of where I want to go next. I have been talking to Alice (from Resident Evil), and we have grown to be pretty close friends. So I decide to see what her journal is like. I should have known; entrance to her journal is painful and treacherous, as it is guarded by an imposing mound of thorns. Her "inner sanctuary" is more like an internal Hell, imprisoning her within her own dark thoughts. Poor Alice... I want to comfort her, but she resides in the very core of this prison. The dream ends as I am working my way towards her.

2- Saved by the Goddess
My getaway will be simple. Ditch these clothes, change into the ones left over by those imbeciles, and escape through the window. I have thought of everything; except, however, drawing the shades. One of the Emperor's cronies has spied me from the open window and has called for backup. My means of escape has quickly become my downfall.

I leap out the window anyway, and break into a run. There is still a chance I can get away, though now it will be far more difficult.

I make it as far as the road, a dry stretch of unpaved dirt, before I am surrounded. The Emperor and his men have me covered on three sides; the Dark Forest, brimming with werewolves and other man-eating atrocities, stands imposingly to my remaining side. They do not expect me to risk such a fate.

An Elven girl a few years my elder, one who I used to call Sister, grabs my arm and secures a handcuff around one wrist. "Come quietly, Princess. There is no way out." Before she can cuff my other wrist, I kick her roughly away, dodge around the Emperor's men, and take off into the forest. They dare not follow, but they don't need to. Almost immediately I am faced with a Hunter; a soul-sucking once human that reeks of fear and decay. One of the Emperor's favorite pets. He actually sent the Hunters after me? I don't know whether to be hurt or flattered.

Rather than have my soul taken, I quickly dart back to the edge of the forest where the trees are less dense. Hunters, along with all the other forms of Demon-spawn, would burn in this light. However, it also means that I am once more vulnerable to the soldiers...

To my amazement, a voice in by head booms, "Stay behind me!" Suddenly a large brown creature is running in front of me, which I recognize instantly as one of the envoys of the gods. I follow him without hesitation as he guides me through the treacherous forest. The sound of the soldiers' bewilderment from the forest's edge makes me smirk.

One out of the forest, I am met with one of my comrades at the outskirts of an old town. It is nighttime now, and avoiding the Demon-spawn will be more difficult. The envoy wishes me luck and is gone.

As soon as he disappears, we are attacked by a small shadow creature. A church is nearby, emitting light from it's stained glass windows. I throw the creature into the light, but it merely cackles. "That won't work on meeee!" it screeches. "I am not a mere shade! HE gave birth to me from his very flesh!" The creature flies directly at my face. I hold it back as my companion opens a vortex in the ground, which makes quick work of the enemy.

"We need to get inside," I instruct. But as soon as we enter the church, we are met by something potentially more dangerous than shadow creatures: crazed religious fanatics.

"Witches!" the ladies cry. "Burn them! Kill the witches!"

"Wait!" I protest. "We just want shelter here, same as you."

The ladies continue with their cries of death and burning until the oldest of them calls them to silence. She looks at my friend and I knowingly and points to the wall. "What does it say?" she asks me.

A single, three letter word is etched into the wall. Her. I repeat the word with some amusement. This church was once a temple to the Goddess. How ironic.

The lady details a story in which Merinia, an earth Goddess, was kidnapped and taken prisoner by the Demon King. Her power could easily have defeated the demons, if only she'd had her staff. The sacred object, however, had been stolen from her and lost somewhere in the world.

I stare at the lady in shock as she hands me a beautiful, intricately carved staff. "Is this...?" She nods.

"Save her," she tells me.

I exit the temple/church. Demon-spawn emerge from the ground almost instantly, but the incredibly power of Merinia's staff kills them all with a single blow. I am in awe.

Time passes. I have rescued the Goddess (though, it's more like She rescued me), and am now celebrating with my friends.
((Note: I don't think the name in the dream was given as Merinia. I know it started with an M, but I couldn't find an actual earth based goddess with a similar name, and since I couldn't remember it I had to make one up.))

non dream - lucid - non lucid

(I can't remember the beginning of the dream.)

I'm standing on a bridge with Yuya (I'm assuming on Teraluna). We want to go to another planet, and she projected the location into my mind so I can take us there.
My attempt to create a portal to this location is interrupted by Yuya breaking out in laughter.
I turn around to look at her.
She is laughing so hard, she barely manages to avoid falling to the ground.
The way she expresses her emotions impresses me every single time.
She doesn't hold back at all, she just lets them out unrestricted.

"Did you just try to... open a portal?
*laugh*
Is that how you got here the first time?"

"Yes... ?"

She has to hold on to me to not fall over due to all the laughter.
She looks at me, tears in her eyes:

"You're one of the only guys in existence with the ability to teleport to any location you clearly remember...
using only a little energy... and you... opened a portal, stretching over a few million light-years?"

It did feel weird every time I opened a portal, I always assumed this was not the way I used to travel.

"Uuuuh, yeah... I forgot... I guess?"

After catching her breath she puts her arms around me and her forehead against mine.
She's projecting images into my mind; memories on how I used to travel.
I have the ability to summon wings which allow me to quickly travel through the fabric of space, basically resulting in very fast teleportation.
I summon my wings, focusing on the place she has shown me, and try to move both of us to that location.



(I remember teleporting, but not what happened immediately after arriving at our destination)



We're on a different planet; a lot of stone, rock and red sand.
I'm riding on what resembles a gryphon. It's quite big, I'm sitting on his neck.
Yuya is sitting right behind me. She's holding onto me for additional support.
We're flying through a massive canyon on said planet.
It's probably a few hundred meters wide in some spots, but very thin in others, where the gryphon needs to turn fully vertical to pass through.
There are habitats on each side of the canyon, built right into the walls.
Some primitive bridges are connecting the left and right side.
Yuya and I have been talking for some time. (I don't remember the conversation prior to this moment)

"Oh! and I remember someone else from the past! Or... at least I think I do?
A woman called Selene... I think she was a goddess?"

There we go again: Yuya breaks out in laughter.
I hold onto her arms because she's starting to let go and I'm afraid she might fall off.

"Selene, a goddess?
How on earth did you get that idea."

I tell her about the painting I drew as a kid.

"Selene... yes, of course I know her, but she ain't no goddess.
You and Selene were fighter buddies, even before you and I met.
She was very playful, whereas you became more serious as you grew up, and also much stronger.
We were hanging out sometimes, but you became so much more powerful than she was, so she couldn't really join you on your adventures anymore."

What Yuya said feels right, maybe I wrongly combined my memories because of that picture and reading about an other Selene in WakingNomads DJ.

"But you are the goddess of water, right?"

"Well... yes, I used to be, but I am no goddess any longer, that was a long time ago.
I still have all the abilities I had back then, so nothing really changed, but I am no longer officially a goddess"

"I see..."

I have a lot of thoughts on my mind. I remember incorporating Selene in a story when I was a child, I think about some of WakingNomad's adventures, whether I'll be able to share dreams one day, and many more things.

"You're going to loose it..."

"What?"

"If you don't focus on where you are you'll wake up..."

I notice the clarity of the dream has greatly decreased. My vision is blurry and I can no longer feel the wind.
I try to focus on my surroundings, on Yuya holding me, on the feathers of the Gryphon, but it doesn't work.

"You're thinking too much. You need to be asleep in your dreams, not awake.
You need to understand that this is real. As soon as you let go of that, your mind will let go of the dream."

She's right. The only really long lucid dreams I've had were with her, and they were so overwhelming that I indeed knew every bit of it was real.
And these are waking thoughts yet again... My vision is gone, I can barely feel Yuya's presence anymore.

"I'm sorry..."

I wake up.