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08.01.2011

Going to see the Pyramids (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Somewhere between dreams this morning, I remembered the task of the year I'd been neglecting. Unfortunately I didn't remember that it was in fact next year, and there were new tasks I hadn't seen yet. Oh well, it was fun anyway!

After my previous dream about Cheryl Cole, I woke up into some kind of recording studio. I was lying on a comfy chair, in a circle with about ten other people. One of them was my friend Kay from work. We were all hooked up to one of those dream-sharing devices from Inception. Kay said something, but I ignored him, thinking about my last dream and how awesome it was. I tried to do a DEILD back into it, and a little loading icon appeared at the bottom of my vision. I paused, thinking of something more worthwhile I could be doing, like the task of the year on Dreamviews. I strained to remember what they were, and recalled that Egypt was definitely involved. Then it came to me. There were two related to Egypt- finding out how the pyramids were built, and watching the Exodus. I snapped awake back into the studio and stood up. After telling Kay of my plan, I went outside to the street. It was a huge crossroads, filled with people and the occasional car. I kneeled down in a patch of gravel and sketched out a (very) rough drawing of two pyramids and the Nile using my fingers. I looked at it very intently, visualising it in front of me. I lost touch with the crossroads, but felt Kay coming up behind me.
"Good luck," he said calmly.

By now I had a cartoon-ish picture of Egypt in my mind, and was trying to insert myself. I realised it would be hard to insert myself at the P.O.V. I had drawn, because I usually needed some sort of tactile sensation to pull myself into a scenario. The P.O.V. was in the sky. My vision zoomed down to the ground, on a sand dune. There was a tall wire fence along the top of it, separating me from Egypt. I wondered what it could be doing there, but used it anyway. I moved towards the fence and grasped it tightly. I got my whole body involved in climbing up and over the fence, and my surroundings got a lot clearer. When I was on the ground on the other side, I jumped up and down for a few seconds to make sure there was no chance I was going to lose touch with the dream from poor integration.



I found myself in a quarry. It was a huge hole in the ground, but nothing was happening. It was eerily quiet. I took off and flew downhill in the direction I assumed the pyramids were. I ended up following a wooden train track, which I thought must be for the transport of big blocks of stone for building work. After clearing one last tall sand dune, I saw an Egyptian city. There was one small pyramid, with a much larger one in the early stages of construction. I landed on a ridge overlooking the scene. Around me were a number of large stone blocks, each about the size of a car. It looked like they had been abandoned here. I went over for a closer look and laid my hands on one. It immediately turned a bright bronze-like colour, and looked a lot like metal. Many of the nearby blocks did the same. I flew off the edge of the ridge, and down into the city. I landed at the edge of the unfinished pyramid building site. Nothing seemed to be going on, again. I was curious for an explanation. There were people staring down at me from balconies and rooftops. I shouted,
"Pharaoh!" A man on the roof of a large building raised his arm. I jumped and flew over to him. He was very old, and wearing a ceremonial headress/crown thing. He didn't seem to want to communicate with me at all anymore. Another man on a different rooftop gestured for me to come over. I ran and hopped to his building. I had a long conversation with this man, who turned out to be the Pharaoh's son. He explained that production had halted on the pyramids, and that his father wouldn't allow him to go to university until it had resumed. I remember he said,
"What does he know anyway, he's basically mummified already!" I laughed. But down to business.
"How are the pyramids made?" I asked.
"Come and see," said the prince, and showed me to the edge of the rooftop. There were lights coming down from the sky through the clouds. Spotlights, which seemed to be scanning the blocks in the area. On finally stopped to scan a block I had turned into bronze earlier. The block then transformed into a bronze golem, which immediately got to work stacking blocks on the base of the unfinished pyramid. A voice boomed down from the sky,
"He has repaired our equipment. Construction can recommence." The people on rooftops and balconies all around me cheered. The prince turned to me and asked if I could fix a few more blocks before I left. I agreed, and jumped down to the building site. I placed my hands on a huge pile of blocks. They all turned bronze and transformed into golems. After a few seconds, the whole area was buzzing. The golems were lifting, pushing and hammering the blocks of the new pyramid into place.

I stood back, satisfied. I thought then of waking up into the previous dream level and going back into the gameshow for another round with Cheryl Cole, but I wanted to wake up and remember this dream accurately. I turned and waved. The Pharaoh and prince waved back. I closed my eyes and roughly three seconds later, I woke up.

08.01.2011

Banging Cheryl Cole (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had a very hazy false awakening where I really couldn't tell whether I was awake or not. I had difficulty moving and couldn't see my hand when I checked it, so assumed I must still be asleep. Rather than force myself out of this apparent inertia, I went for a WILD, inside the dream- with the intention of finding myself somewhere else.

I woke up sitting on a chair in what appeared to be a large, indoor arena for a gameshow. The lighting was low, but there were spotlights zooming about everywhere. The arena itself was covered in ramps and chairs. On each chair was a naked woman reclining. I was highly confused, but quite excited. The voice of Davina McCall (who hosts most UK gameshows) boomed out, explaining that under one of the girls was a playing card, which I had to find without being distracted by them. It was their job to try and seduce me. A klaxon sounded and I ran into the arena. The first girl I came across was an ex, who wasn't too hard to resist, depite the fact that she was naked and covered in massage oil. The card wasn't anywhere around her. I made my way down a ramp and was confronted by a naked Cheryl Cole.



"Fuck the card," I said, and we had sex on the ramp. It went on for a while, so long I thought I might be wasting lucid time, but it was worth it. When a buzzer sounded indicating that I had ten seconds left, I reached underneath her and pulled out a playing card. I threw it up in the air behind me and got back to business.

Last night, I knew I was going to have a lucid dream, because I kept telling myself I would. I have heard of nightmares turning into lucid dreams, but not the opposite. All I remember is the part when I became lucid to the part where I woke up. I have no idea what the dream before that was. "Wait, I'm dreaming!" I said even though I forgot how I figured this out. I suppose my dream mind is becoming more aware, because this happened on purpose, unlike my other lucid dreams. As soon as I knew I was dreaming, I flew. EVERYTIME I find out I am, I just fly, I don't know why! So, I said to myself that I can do anything I wanted. But, I better hurry before time runs out. (Side note, everytime I fly I turn into this other hot chick with blonde hair?) It's weird. So, I flew and things started to fade and fade. It was only vivid for about one nano second. Then, I fell. I kept falling and falling and falling into the darkeness of my old once reaccuring dream nightmare thing. The next thing I know, I can see my eyelids. I can't move or speak, or do anything. I just scream/cry because everytime I do, my mom wakes me up, as she did. The only good thing about this is that it is my first lucid dream I had not because of chance, but because of me Also, I had two other dreams but I don't feel like rewriting them here they take too long

1/6/11

1- Royal Manipulation
I am the daughter of the White Queen and the Red King. My mother is preparing for some sort of event that we are hosting, and she's trying to help me pick out a dress. I hate dresses, I think to myself with annoyance, but I have to play the part of the "good little Princess." No one will ever suspect what I'm REALLY up to.

After a lot of hassle, I manage to find a suitable dress for the event. My mother is wearing a dress so white that it practically hurts my eyes, and my father is wearing his usual red and black attire.

There is a lapse in time; the event is over, and I am watching a live video feed from a hidden camera I have installed in my mother's private chambers. She is cheating on my father with another man. "Perfect," I mutter to myself, grinning evilly. I "accidentally" leave the video out for anyone to get ahold of.

A bit later I find my mother walking down a hallway, and I quickly catch up to her. "Everyone knows what you've been doing," I say to her urgently. "If you don't come up with something quickly, you might have to abdicate the throne."

"Don't worry," she assures me. "I've already set my plan into action."

Her plan was a good one. She came up with a way to make my father look bad; bad enough to overshadow her infidelity. He is banished from the Kingdom and told never to return. I manage to locate him fairly quickly. "You've got to go into hiding," I tell him. "If they catch you back in the Kingdom, they'll kill you." I spend the rest of the dream leading him to the "perfect hiding place."

((Good grief. If this is what happened with Leroy and the Queen, it's no wonder they always try to kill me. ))

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Journalizing has helped me make my dream world much more active and helped me get closer to a reoccurring short haired girl but with an unintended consequence, the power of intention. I have been thinking of the short haired girl a lot in order to pull her into me dreams more but this has also brought girls like her into my life. Usually I see maybe one short haired girl a month today I saw 4 and they were in my face too and that's not counting the blond with short hair that kept walking in front of me!


Dream 1: Telekinesis
Nonlucid
We were sitting at tables like those in a high school classroom and this guy, a table away, wanted me to pass a folded piece of paper to the girl between us. She was facing away from him. He held it up for me to reach way over and get but I realized this was not the waking world and focused to use my telekinesis (TK) and raised my hand to better focus my TK for the small movements that would be needed. Then he looked at me like “Well? Take it!” I used the TK to lift it out of his hand and into hers. He was shocked and his hand just stayed like he still had the paper note in it while he hung his mouth open in awe. The girl was like “what’s this?”

Dream 2: Remember this?
nonlucid
I was in my old job hating it.
Upon waking I realized that all the things in the dream I had forgotten while I am transitioning between careers. Now I remember all of the things that lead me to change careers in the first place! Thanks dream world!

Sleep Paralysis Wormhole


Originally Occurred - February 2003
So I wasn’t quite sure what to make of all this. I had quite an interesting experience. When I was in bed, I felt that I was astral projecting, and it felt more extreme than it ever has... However it makes more sense that I was LDing, I think my mind was just playing tricks on me, because the landscape seemed much more to me like a lucid dream… just the most amazing lucid dream ever (Because I had such an aware state of consciousness)

I had the notion I was astral projecting because of the incredible energy buzzing sensation that I was having, and it wasn’t something I had felt in my dreams before. I was light as a feather, and I was floating around my room… although I forgot to try and look at my bed to see if I was still laying there.

Anyway my level of consciousness was bizarre, because I was so AWARE… and anything I would think about would happen. Anything I was afraid of, or thought about, manifested. Like I felt a loose tooth, and got worried that my teeth would fall out, and they did. I could reverse the process by tricking my mind into being worried that my teeth would go back into my mouth, and suddenly voila! And for some reason, the thought of vomiting just crossed my head, I wasn’t feeling sick, or anything, but just the idea of throwing up came to me, and immediately I did, all over my floor. I knew that things were totally off, because when I’d look down, there was no vomit or teeth on the floor at all.

So I did some tests to see what realm I was in. I plugged my nose, and found I could still breathe, and that time was irrelevant to any of the machines that ‘produced’ it (CLOCKS, bitches!) and I even tried experimenting with the physicality of things, which was basically a fucking illusion, because I could put my hands, arms, and my whole body through walls like butter. So the more I reflect the more I feel it was a lucid dream, that I may have just interpreted as astral projection, or an Out of Body Experience. So I decided to have some fun, and jumped through the wall and made my way a few houses down to this house of hot girls, who happened to be having a party. And the only thing that kept giving me the impression I was astral projecting, over lucid dreaming at this point, was the fact that nobody could see me, or feel me…

but it went both ways because as I was trying to cop a feel on this girl Molly, my hands would just go THROUGH her tits, which weirded me out. Then I realized, I should move my intent from perversion to something a little more constructive. So I focused my energy on bringing a friend to me, and it worked! My best friend showed up, and god… I focused all my energy to try and make him lucid in my dream too so that we could co-create… but I couldn’t break through to him… I might have just gotten over-excited, and bit off more than I could chew.

This was one of first of the most conscious control of this ‘dream’ . If there was an object I wanted, or a place I wanted to go, all I had to do was basically turn around and EXPECT it to be there, and it was. And when I was outside trying my movements, I would imagine that instead of running, I was on a conveyor belt that just took me to places, and my FUCKING GOD…. That thing was the most intense thing I’ve ever been on in my life. It was like a goddamn ROCKET-SHIP. I felt the buzzing energy the faster and faster I traveled on the conveyor belt to my friend’s house. It was awesome, amazing, and beautiful, and I had to share it.

Wiener Stretching



I was standing in my room, naked, when I became lucid. I put my hands on my hips and looked about the room, triumphantly. Everything seemed to have an extra shimmer, another layer. I looked down and decided to stretch my penis. I grabbed it with my hands and tugged on it until it was so long, that it touched the ground and landed in a heap.

I laughed hysterically and nearly walked into the other room when I heard a noise, and decided it was best to stay in my room.

There's a little bit of a gap here, but I started doing various 'reality tests' like plugging my nose. Then later a dream character in the form of "some kid" kept following me around and asking me for marijuana.

The dreamworld faded and as it did so, I spun around and brought it back.

Let's All Go to the Lobby!



I found myself in a large lobby of what could be a business building in a large city. The lobby was expansive and tiles and had massively tall ceilings, even though there were many, many floors in the building. I spent some time walking the halls and various floors, as if I were searching for something.

At some point, parts of the corporate building began to merge into something of a convenience mart, but a palatial one. Finally I came to a front desk type of area and felt that this was what I needed to see, and I had in the back of my head that someone told me I needed to pick up a piece of 'legal' paper, something that looked like a receipt.

However, the woman at the desk, or receptionist was VERY curt with me and yelled at me, telling me something along the lines of "instead of being courteous, why don't you try doing the right thing?" or something.

I became upset because I was doing what I felt I was supposed to do, by filling out this yellow card. I got very angry, maybe it was the 'customer is always right' mentality, but I was furious. I walked around some more trying to find what I was supposed to do, until I came back to the front desk, and another person 'helped' me, by telling me that I needed to fill out a this specific yellow receipt paper pad... the same one I was just denied.

At this point I said 'fuck it' and had made quite a scene. I started yelling about the incompetence of these people and how they just like to yank people around, and I went over to a section that had nothing but these yellow pads, or papers and I furiously ripped them up.

As I did so, I realized that I just might make a couple people unhappy, so I turned and made my way to the door so I could exit, but I was on the second floor and I couldn't find a good way down. there were 3 escalators, but they all came up to me from the floor below, or went up from me into the floor above...but with a little searching I was able to find the escalator that went downstairs, and I headed towards the large revolving doors, when I saw that it was stacked with security, I doubled back, and headed down a different hallway on the first floor

I could FEEL the security coming after me, and since I wasn't running I thought I'd be able to get away alright, but the security was gaining and gaining on me. It was then that I realized, "wait, I'm dreaming... I can rectify this simply."

So I stopped running and stepped into the wall, as if it weren't there. Calmly I stood and watched through the wall as the security continued down the hall, completely unaware of me.

I confidently stepped out from the wall, accomplished, and woke up.

Tricking the Prankster Bear King in Space!


I found myself in space, fighting in an epic space war. I flew my own craft, that looked like a small flying saucer with a bubble top. (Spaceman spiff style) .


I did not want to fight anymore, as I didn’t find any worthy point in sacrificing my life for a war I knew nothing about. So I deserted. I "woke up" and I left the war and decided to indulge in my own explorations of space and the thrill of adventure. I flew far from the war, in the empties of space when I was attacked out of nowhere and shot down. I crash-landed my ship onto a nearby planet.

After leaving my ship behind, I explored the terrain and came across an attractive and sexually stimulating woman. I became excited and tried to seduce her. It was then that I realized the “woman” was made out of oranges and orange peels. I became upset, infuriated that somebody would deceive me in such a manner. I was determined to find out the culprit, and upon further investigation a forgettable dream character told me that the trickster was The Bear King. The Bear King reveled in pulling pranks and tricks, and that was how each Bear King was crowned: by pranking the previous King to become a much feared leader of the Space Bear Kingdom. I had never heard of The Bear King, but I didn’t care because revenge fueled my every move, so I decided that I would pull a prank on the King of Bears and Pranksters…and in turn I would become King. I was told that I was insane for thinking of trying, and that I’d never be able to accomplish such a feat, and that I would be killed.

I returned to the Bear Kingdom, royal bears lined the palace -- The King’s Subjects. The Bear King himself sat upon an elegant and elevated throne further into the palace. Thousands of soldier bears stood in line between myself and the throne. I then approached the throne, carrying a covered silver platter in my hands. I walked up the epic flight of steps and humbly approached the Bear King, and bowed. I told the Bear King that I gave up, that he was the greatest King ever. As an offering of my subservience, I showed the Bear King the platter. I uncovered the platter, upon which my penis lay. My dick was exaggeratedly huge, about three feet long and the width of a fire hose.

I offered my dick on a platter, and told the Bear King that it was a lollipop, a human treat of the grandest scale, that he had to suck. So, after having his ego thoroughly stroked, the Bear King accepted my surrender and started sucking my dick. Another bear realized that the King fellated me, and the Kingdom went in uproar. Ashamed and defeated for sucking my cock, the Bear King left the Kingdom as the crown was placed on my head. I became the first human Bear King to uproarious cheers.

Marijuana Horde

LUCID

Two of my roommates had a storage unit that contained giant burlap sacks which were full of stalks of marijuana plants, uncured and untrimmed. These were huge, massive amounts of weed that I KNEW would remain unused and wasted by my two roommates, because they never smoked pot a day in their lives. I don't know WHY they had it, but they did, and they were currently 'out of town.' I decided the best idea would be to go to the storage unit, prune the weed and steal it all for myself. I managed to steal a little, but perceived time constraints I was unable to get the rest of the horde so I went home.

At home I ran into my roommates, who decided to come home early for the rest of the summer. I got worried and paranoid that they were going to go back to the storage unit... but I tried to play it cool because I would be 'found out' and busted, and end up not having 'fun,'

weirdly it was this massive paranoia that pulled me into lucidity, when I said to myself "fuck this," and took matters into my own hands.

So my roommates were driving to the storage unit, and asked me to go with them. (This is where the weird stuff starts) I sat in the backseat of the car as they drove... and I immediately shifted my awareness and perspective into the body of a police officer sitting in a cruiser off the side of the highway.

I was simultaneously in the car with my roommates AND acting as the Policeman in his own car. I took it upon myself as the policeman to follow my roommates and me to the storage unit, and 'BUSTED' the roommates and confiscated the rest of the drugs as the policeman, so that the 'me' wouldn't get in trouble with the others.

Since it was 'illegal' I managed to confiscate the marijuana and gave it to 'myself' as the police-me pushed my busted roommates into the back of the cruiser, I shifted my awareness back into the 'real me' and left with the weed.

I guess the weird thing is that I didn't smoke ANY of the marijuana at all, but I was just enjoying the company of my 'Bud'

Mission Accomplished: Corporate Complex Breakout


I was undercover, yet I had been walking along the streets, talking to various people, keeping tabs. I turned around the corner, and there is a man from somewhere that I recognized. I knew that this man was trouble… and "a total fucking douche bag." (very specific memory of this). He was an enemy agent

I turned around and started going the other way, but his partner was around the corner, resting on a motorcycle. Fight or Flight set in, and I decided to both. I ran across the street to a small work site, that was littered with piles of lumber, concrete, rebar and other various debris. I grabbed a big rod of rebar, and I heard a dream character yell out some advice, and told me that it was probably the best idea to get rid off the asshole on the bike.

I was already on the same train of thought as I go back into the middle of the street, and welcome the men to fight. In the middle of the street, the cyclist was circling me, and I tried a few times to shove the rod into the front tire, so that that it would get caught and flip the motorcycle, but I failed. However, after a little bit, he dejectedly left… and I moved on to the mission I was supposed to carry out.

I didn't see either of the enemy agents nearby, so I ran across the street and into a corporate complex. My mission was to break somebody OUT of the large and epic complex. I made my way, undetected, though the ducts of the building. The strange thing about this complex was that in a section, they kept and maintained holding cells, like a mini jail. I sneaked into an empty holding and I pretended to be a prisoner, just long enough to construct something, or do something.

The cell was actually unlocked the entire time, it was just merely the illusion that I was an inmate. The reason I was in the cell was because down the hall, directly across from my cell was another cell, one with someone actually in it. I monitored the inmate.

After a little bit, I left the cell through the unlocked door, and went down the hall. I picked up what I thought be a large wooden rod, as well as a nice little dagger or knife, ‘just in case.’ I had no real intention to use the knife. I went down another hall to where my destination was, an office room

In the corner was a desk with an older man with white hair and a white mustache sitting behind it. I ran up as quickly as possible wielding the wooden rod, and swung it hard over my head, and brought it down on the man’s head, trying to knock him out. The wood splintered, thin and weak, and had absolutely no effect on the old man. I swung again, but to no avail… and he called out to the guards for help.

Panicking, I pulled the dagger out and stabbed the man once in the chest… but I felt guilty about it, so I didn’t plunge it any more to ‘finish’ the job. The problem was that I stabbed him when I was in view of the guards that were approaching, so my cover had been blown.

I ran like a bat out of hell, and somehow, the person I was there to rescue or recover was with me, running with me. We outran the guards and made it out of the complex, with the guards in tow, but further behind. Out in the street I pointed to work site across the road.

Suddenly we had hardhats and bright orange vests, as we ran to a car similar to the PG& E Service Truck, with the elevated box is lifted to high places, like a telephone pole.


We climbed up the arm and into into the box, and got into character as if we’ve been working the site the whole time.

From above we saw the guards and men spill out into the street, looking around. They ran through the work site, and directly underneath the two of ‘us’ who were completely incognito… and we ‘won’ and escaped.

Mission Accomplished

So, for once "summon hottie" actually promoted some new lucid experiences, or at least interesting ones. I slept in quite a bit today, and so I was in and out of REM numerous times. What kicked off the lucid string was a dream set in a bizarro version of my old workplace. There was a new employee, this petit, dark-skinned Asian girl with a really loud, almost Jersey-accented voice. I woke from the dream and thought, "I'ma hit that," and dove right back in. I got back in pretty quickly, and this first time around the dream was pretty stable. I took her hand and we went upstairs to the guest rooms, all of which had been used the night before. We found some still in use and the rest all rumpled--it was kind of cool in that the rest of the dream seemed to be continuing around us, and we were dodging the guests and the boss to avoid getting sidetracked. After checking out all the guest rooms, we took the most serviceable one and got it on. As dream sex goes, it was good, not great.

I woke while I was still in bed with the girl, and tried for another re-entry(...). From here on, things were less stable and there was a lot of waking and re-entry, and attempts to stabilize and tweak the dream, but what sticks with me and fascinates me now are the transitions. Each time on the way in, and many times on the way out, I passed through a sort of limbo state that I've been familiar with since childhood. It's maybe a form of hypnagogic imagery, but mine is almost like the ant-fight static on a black-and-white TV, with forms precipitating out of it and gradually solidifying into the dream. What struck me on waking and re-entering in bed with the girl was how the dream sensations sort of shut off, replaced by the sensations of my bed, PJs and blankets, then I was in the ant-fights with a vague sense of the girl beside me, then there was a clear moment where we were spooning again, her body pressed against me and her breast cupped in my hand. I woke and re-entered at another point in the dream, and rinsed and repeated 4 or 5 times, summoning two more women but not getting far before waking or other DCs intervened, and experiencing the transition over and over again, from that limbo state to *BAM* I'm in, and then everything breaking up into static again and the sensations of reality returning. At a point where the dream-states were pretty short and unstable, I tried closing my eyes and spinning to stabilize the dream, which sharpened things up once, sent me back to ant-fights another time, but it was interesting that even in the spinning I could either spin in a disembodied way or use my feet, like spinning in your socks on a linoleum floor.

All in all, it was a pretty productive exploration of the dream-state and the states surrounding it, and I got laid

Health Care Lesson From Tupac



I stood in a crowded bar, watching people, but without any type of drink. The energy was high and the dream characters seemed to be having a good time. The energy shifted drastically when Tupac Shakur arrived at the scene. All of a sudden Tupac pulled out two hand-held pistols and shot the place up. Now, I don't know if Tupac was there specifically to shoot me or to settle the score with someone else, nonetheless I had been caught in the crossfire. 7 bullets lodged into my body, as I felt the pressure twist me around. I felt each bullet inside of me. One in my chest just below the clavicle, one in my right bicep, two in the groin area of my inner thighs, one in my left leg in the quad, and a bullet went through each of my calves. I fell against the bar, and panic erupted in the bar.

I stumbled out of the bar, intent on living. I wasn't in pain as-so-much as shock. I wasn't afraid that I would just drop dead, I was mostly afraid that Tupac would exit the bar and finish the job. Bleeding, my only intent was to make my way to the nearest hospital as quickly as possible. Luckily, the hospital was only a dream block away. So I shuffled my way to the hospital, feeling every bullet in me as I walked.

I quickly arrived upon the hospital and shuffled into the ER lobby. I had bled profusely everywhere I went, but the receptionist didn't even seem to notice. She simply shoved a clipboard towards me and told me to have a seat and fill out some paperwork. I remember saying, incredulously, "Seriously!?" before accepting this and sitting down. I was uncomfortable because I was bleeding on the chair, the table next to me, the clipboard and the floor, and I didn't want to bleed on the other people in in the lobby.

So I stepped backoutside and leaned against the wall next to the automatic sliding doors of the hospital. I tried my best to fill out the paperwork, but I couldn't concentrate, I had lost too much blood and energy. That's when I grew dizzy from blood-loss and threw up on the exterior of the hospital's walls, before I woke up.

First ever lucid c:

I woke up in a false awakening, walked into my living room and lifted up my hand. I counted six fingers and became lucid. I got pretty excited (and I'm surprised I didn't wake up) I tried to summon wings because I thought flying would be hard, but it summoned a weird bird with a light blue head and a brown body. I killed it and it disappeared. Instead I took a deep breath and started flying and it was a success. Then I tried out telekinesis, but failed. So then I tried summoning George Lopez to no success. I said "Damn, whenever I try to summon George Lopez, nothing happens." My dad then said "Wiggle your toe." I tried this and summoned George Lopez. He came knocking at the front door. Then I was going to go out and explore, but I was quickly trampled by people coming out of limos. (it's like my subconscious doesn't want me to go outside for some reason, any time I tried to I was trampled by more and more people coming out of limos.) So then, noticing I wouldn't be getting out any time soon, I decided to see if anything changed in my house in my dreams. When i went into my sister's room I saw Peach, Daisy, and Mario having a threesome, so I just ran out and cringed at the thought of that. I grabbed my friend Gabe out of the storm of all the people and with him, tried to teleport to the roof of the house. Instead we teleported into a helicopter with exploding loaded guns. I, naturally, threw those guns down on whatever unlucky guy's house they would hit. Then all the non-exploded guns exploded and the loud sound woke me up.

It's a shame I woke because it was so funnnn! I wish I could have explored more and noticed I could do anything in it, but I guess I didn't. >_>

Dream - Lucid

Sigh. I laid in bed, literally, from 12:30am until after 5 before I fell asleep. Wtf, insomnia. I was so tired. I had to cancel my hair appointment this morning so I could get a little bit more sleep.

Despite all that, I did have a couple of dreams.

I was in a HUGE cabin with Chris. We were on vacation or something. The cabin was dark on the inside, and it was nighttime outside. I hugged Chris and commented on the weight he had lost (he's very big in waking life), and that my arms could fit all the way around him. There was a muppet-looking goat there, almost looked like a ram. I "remembered" when there had been another goat there, named Dolly, but she had died of old age. Anyway, the cabin had been left alone for a very long time, so the muppet-goat/ram had been left to his own devices. He had taken over my bed, but he surprisingly didn't chew anything up. I examined wires and stuff to see if he had chewed through anything, but he hadn't. I decided to name the goat Henry.

At some point, I went to sleep, and had a VERY realistic nightmare-within-a-dream. We were hearing noises, but dismissed them as ordinary creaks you'd hear in any old house. Then, I saw a light come on in one of the rooms, which came from the bathroom. I heard a toilet flush as well. I started freaking out saying "Chris, someone's here, someone's here!". We were frozen to the spot. A man stepped out of the room. He looked middle-aged, and looked like a hiker or a hunter. He said he had just been passing through and needed to use the restroom. He started to walk out the door of the cabin, when he turned around and pulled out an ax. We ran, and he chased us. He took Chris down by hitting him in the leg with the ax, and I made it to the stairs before he buried the ax into my leg as well. I remember trying to will myself to wake up, but it felt so real, I didn't think it was going to work, and that we were done for.

I woke up in the dream very paranoid, and asked Chris, who was on the porch, to please make sure all the doors were locked. The goat was now a cat, who looked just like my kitten in waking life, Miss Belle.



At some point, Chris wanted to go for a walk on The Greenway, a walking trail in our town in waking life. It closes at sundown, so we started sneaking in over some rocks and bushes. A cop car started to come so I dove in between some rocks to hide myself the best I could.

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I know this one was longer, and I should have written it down as soon as I woke up, but I didn't -_-, so I only remember hearing the song "How to Save a Life" by The Fray, and trying to figure out if it came out in 2005 or 2006.

This insomnia stuff is driving me crazy. It's been going on for awhile now. I've always been a light sleeper and I've always had sleeping problems, but never to this extent. Maybe I'm just getting old, haha. I'm about to go post something in the Sleep & Health forum, I'm sure you guys have some good advice for me, you always do.