memorable

Hours of sleep: 9.5
Recall: 3/5
Vividness: 3/5

I'm sitting in a class and I have to write a test. I get the questions and there are just about thinks I don't know. In addition just stuff, I even don't study. Questions about geography (What's the name of this city?) about physics, stuff like that. I panicate cause I don't know one anwser. I try too argue with a teacher
Me: That's unfair! These are things nobody knows!
Teacher: It doesn't matter. It's a test about flexibility, spontaneity and creativity!

I look at the others and there are writing pages and pages full. I simply leave and run away.

I'm at an indoor-swimming-pool. And it's another test. I just think: what's wrong in here? Our gymnastic professor is there.
Prof to everybody: You know that I don't like theorie much!
Everybody laughs
Prof: That's why we make a swimming test!

Ok.... Just for info, we had just seminars where he spoke of some "moving skills" and their development.
And now: a swimming test?! We had to jump over obstacles to get in the pool, doing weird loopings and figures and other crap.

I wanted to enter in the pool, but it seemed that the water was just about 20 inches deep. How can I swim when the water just goes to my shine? WTF! I get angry about this crap end up running around the pool until the exam had finished

12/30/2010
"A Lesson in Na'vi Pain Management"

(Tried a little dream incubation, this morning, and paid for it. I had turned on Avatar, focusing on my intention to draw myself into the movie, through DILD. Unfortunately, it worked. Quite possibly the most painful dream I have ever had in my life. I wasn't even on B6, but I did have a good liquor buzz when I went to bed. It was just as intense, though.)

I was Jake from Avatar, standing high in one of the mighty, cloud-scraping trees of Pandora. The war with Quaritch was soon coming, and the rest of the Na'vi were off somewhere, preparing for battle. I was being trained by a man who identified himself as an old arch-enemy of mine. He looked human, but this dude was huge; bigger than I was, even at Na'vi size. (He kind of looked like this picture of Heihachi Mishima, but thicker, with longer limbs, and completely bald.) According to this guy, I wasn't ready to face Colonel Quaritch. I was still "just Jake," and - as this guy would tell it - was not accustomed to my Na'vi form enough to maximize potential. So, he was about to teach me about how to manage my pain. Apparently, as I had somehow already known, this powerful man was planet-renown for his skills, and my best move would be to listen to everything he said. I braced myself, knowing I was going to be in for a tough trial.

Suddenly, I was rocked in the stomach, with a fist that would have caused a human being to explode on contact. Another one followed, with yet another close behind. Before I knew it, I was on my knees, in agony, my ribs feeling like they were being beaten in with a baseball bat. He didn't stop, though, screaming at me to get up, before slamming me with another body shot. This man was definitely not human. His strength was something out of a video game, and I could swear I was able to sense the shock waves jetting off of each punch to my midsection.
I honestly don't know of many times I've ever felt pain like this - if any. The blows rained in on me...almost rhythmically. He was in no rush. Just punching away, at his leisure. Completely unprepared for this, I tried desperately to drag myself away from him; helpless.

I didn't know if he was supposed to be teaching me or was actually trying to kill me. That was until he began to explain how I had the potential to block all of the pain out of my mind, and maintain focus and endurance for battle. He said that it was something that all warriors were able to do, and that I would be able to tap into the Na'vi's ability to do it at an accelerated rate. He wasn't exactly nice about it, though... Each punch would drive itself into my gut, and I would yell out in pain, this man's only response being to yell back at me for not taking it like a warrior.

...I definitely didn't feel like a warrior, at the time...

More punches came, and I was now in too much collective pain to fight back, even if I wanted to. Still, I dragged myself along the gargantuan branch beneath us, which easily supported our bodies, without wavering. He was all over me, though, and just would not fucking let up. He jumped from one side of me to the other, anytime I would start trying to scramble away a little more quickly. Each punch was now starting to bring me closer to tears, already having me openly screaming out with each torturous thud - and he could see it. He picked me up to my feet, my body practically limp, and glared at me sternly. Holding me up with one hand and barking at me to stop crying, he slammed more punches into me with his free hand, and each one was no less devastating than the last. I was being brutally beaten, and it was more than I could bear.

The gnarled look of torment in my face was slowly turning into a snarl of determination. I knew I couldn't just sit there and let him beat me to a meat-sack of pulverized bone. My eyes locked on his, and my fists tightened, every muscle in my body soon following suit. Immediately, he picked up on this and sneered, growling "WHAT?! ARE YOU ANGRY?! HUH??" through his teeth. His eyes were on fire with the a display of malice that just couldn't have been false. This was becoming a life or death situation. I felt my legs strengthen beneath me, beginning to stand up straight, slowly, but almost involuntarily. The pain was sequentially residing as the fist continued to pound away. I was getting stronger with each blow, able to sense that each punch would still have left a crater upon the trunk of the enormous tree we were in, yet I was becoming increasingly unable to feel them.

After a few more seconds of the onslaught, I was standing up tall, glaring at him with a scowl. Finally, he stopped punching, glaring back at me, still looking at me like a mortal enemy, but no doubt gauging my stoicism, after such a merciless attack. From what I could tell, he had decided that I must have been successful in my ascension. My torso still burned from all angles, but my entire muscular structure felt tightened and invigorated. The pain was still there, and it was damn intense....but I just didn't care. He told me that I was now ready for battle...

My recollection of the dream skipped ahead, and I was then running and jumping through the towering trees with a female Na'vi. She swung across a gap between branches, on a vine, and I did the same, right behind her. The two of us landed on another branch, this one just barely big enough for us to fit upon. When we landed, I took a sweeping glance down toward the ground - hundreds of yards below us - and I felt my stomach turn. It was the first time that I realized just how high up we really were. I found myself thinking "what the hell am I doing way up here?" and I think this could have eventually led to lucidity. However, all chance of that soon disappeared, when our attention got drawn to the sight of the Colonel's aerial gunships flying in over the landscape, toward our village. What might have been our last run through the trees was now over, and it was time to go to war.

(I woke up here, and the movie was actually just getting to the final battle, practically in sync with the content of my dream, leading me to believe that some of the audio might have been seeping into my dream content, when I was beginning to awaken. I was hungover, and it seemed to take some time for the pain in my stomach to fade. Instead, it seemed to go to my head , which was throbbing. Even some time after all of this, sitting at the computer, I had to hug my stomach, just because it seemed like the faintest - probably just mentally projected - trace of that horrible pain still lingered.

Not the best sleep I've ever had...)

no lucidity last night, but decent recall.

3 main dreams,

First being outside school and seeing some friends but also in the background hearing some Circa Survive music. One of the friends is Caitlin who I know is a Circa fan, so we walk over and check it out. (much more happened in this dream but this is all I can really remember)

I believe in a separate dream I was actually at a Circa Survive show, but before the show, walking around trying to meet up with the band at the bar and such. I also remember trying to find some seats, and I got some front row seats with some of my friends, but I left my seat to go get some food.

Blurry recall of a dream with my family in the mountains, eating a picnic or something but I was eating separately from them. I think I was eating outside and they were eating inside.


Well that's all from last night.

I'm, let say, a bit disturbed about this dream. That was the most awkwardest, illogical dream I ever had. And quite funny xD

Hours of sleep: 8.5
Recall:4/5
Vividness: 3/5

I'm sitting in the auditorium of my old high school. There are a lot of other students. I look around me, but I don't see any familiar face. Well expect of the teacher. And guess what? It's again my chemistry teacher who died very young a year ago.
I'm sitting at the back of the class with the "back-ground-group" (those pupils at the back of the class disturbing the course ) I'm talking really loud with my new classmates, we are laughing a lot. She gets angry and starts to shout at us. I get in some argument with her, about discipline and order (stuff like that). Finally, to not disturb the course anymore, I get kicked out of class (literately).
I'm kind of angry and simply walk out of the school.
Outsides I am on the campus of my university and I go to the bus station. In the meantime, I see the car of my dad. He stops in front of me and picks me up.

Me: That's what I call a real coincidence! Where do we go now?
Dad: We have to take some bread!

That sounds awesome So he drives me away from the place.
After a second or so, the car stops in front of my grandma's house. She died 3 years ago and the house was sold to a lady.

Me: Euu That's not a place where you get bread.
Dad: That's wrong. I know she has bread. You just have to knock at the door and ask for some!

Quite convincing statement. So I go there and ring. I don't know what I have to say. It's quite weird asking a complete stranger for bread. The door opens.

Lady: ... hello?
me: euu hello... how are you?
Lady looks at me suspicious.
me: My grandma used to live here... Eu I wanted to talk with you.
Lady: .... Ok
We are standing there quite awkwardly.
me: ... may I enter?
lady: ok, feel yourself at home.

Everything looks like it used to be. I enter in the living room. Another DC appears next to me. Apparently, he entered also.

Lady: Take a seat.
I feel quite unease
Me: No thanks I and my colleague prefer to stand.

The DC let fall himself in the sofa and takes the shoes off. I look at him kind of disturbed. He takes a scrabble book and a pen out of his suit. He starts speaking like a guy from FBI

DC: We heard that you, euuh
he looks at a page
DC: ... Misses Marple? Is that right?
lady: Yes
DC: Ok, we heard that you earn
he looks again at his book
DC: ... some delicious bread? Do you know what consequences this has?
Marple: That's not true! Get out of my house!

Suddenly a lot of men in suits get into the house.

DC: Arrest her and get her out of here!

Five men take har, tie her up and pull her out of the room.

Marple [shouting]: I demand me release immediately! You have no right to do this!
DC to some other guys: Go in the basement and look for the bread! Now!

They go away to look for the bread. I'm confused The guys come back with a slice of bread. the DC takes it and gives it to me

DC: here you have your bread! Enjoy it!

They leave me alone and I'm standing with my slice of bread. Awesome

Where's your head at?- (youtube.com/watch?v=8md51JnCNFQ)

Had a wbtb this morning, which felt different from the others. Sleep paralysis came and went, but the hallucinations were odd. It was like my body was a puppet, being moved around by an amateur puppeteer. This messed with my transition routine, because it led to me opening my eyes prematurely and seeing my body lying there motionless.

I tried again, this time I was a little bit more patient. when the puppeteer moved my body and raised my right hand( like I was in class or something), I focussed. I imagined walking from one end of my room to the other, paying attention to tactile sensations in particular. I felt my couch, or imagined what that felt like. Then I was on my bed again, I knew this was a false awakening. I reality checked, using the nose pinch and it worked. I was now lucid. I remembered my current goal, to ask my subconscious something and get a verbal response. I rubbed my hands and calmed down, being aware of everything but not focussing on one thing. this works best for me, suddenly things were vivid.

I did a little dance/jumped around. I looked to my right and my laptop was mounted to the wall, no keyboard just the screen. There was a desk, with an old desk-top computer and my phone on it (there's no desk or desk-top in my room). I didn't know what to ask, so I asked my subconscious to play a song. The screen on the desk-top switched to you-tube, there was only one song on the list "The instrumental, by Lupe fiasco". I didn't click on it, I wanted to see if it would play by itself. Suddenly my laptop shows a video of the guy from scrubs, playing with a guitar. I turn back to the desk-top and try to type in something into the search box, but the keys turn into a calender with pictures. I give up, and turn away from the desk-top...then out of nowhere through unseen speakers....

WHERE'S YOUR HEAD AT?,
AT,WHERE'S YOUR HEAD AT?.......starts playing. I drop to the floor with uncontrolled laughter while singing along. someone turns the volume down, and a video starts playing on the laptop. Its of two guys on motorcycles somewhere, but they seem to be looking at me. I look out my window, its a sunny day and I feel like driving. (yes plane-airman..wanted to drive instead of fly)

I look back at the laptop "can you give me a Bugatti Veyron?" I ask. One of the guys in the video answers " yes, I can.......but not right now". I start laughing again, that's cool. Something tells me the dream is about to end, as if on cue my dad and sister burst into my room making a lot of noise. I'm smiling "welcome to my dream", I say as the dream fades and I wake up.



Summary:

well, I guess the subconscious can talk to you. On to the next goal, to ask for him/it? to tell me each time I'm dreaming..'(hopefully he wont refuse)

Wbtb seems to be working for me every-time I set a genuine intention to try it, I have had 15 lucids and so far its : Dilds-4, Wbtb-11...once I increase my awareness hopefully I can become lucid almost each night not just each morning...like some people on here.

So I didn't get ANY sleep last night, I think it's because I took Lunesta the 2 nights prior to last night (rare for me to even take it in the first place), and last night I didn't take any. But I've really been itching to post these ever since I re-discovered DV...this summer, and actually a few nights ago, I had some pretty intense dreams, which (I felt) carried a LOT of symbolism.

Dreams are in bold.

WARNING: These dreams are controversial. Proceed at your own risk.

Oh, and also, these are mostly notes...I'm trying to recall the best I can. I wish I had journal'd these right after I had them, but, it is what it is. Anyways, here we go!

I was being nailed to a cross. The ground was dirt beneath me, and the day looked overcast, but bright. I had this sense of duty, even though I was suffering. I knew that this was something that I had to do. Now, my cross has been raised, and I am hanging there, staring at all the people below me. I thought to myself something along the lines of "I have to do this." It was very intense. I wish I could recall more of the details that I was seeing throughout the dream, but they are blurry. The biggest thing I remember is the sense of duty I had. It was very strong.

I had many more dreams like this throughout the summer, some very graphic, some had things in place of the cross. In one I remember being nailed to a snowman, with the man I was dating at the time, Daniel, nailed to the other side. I got down from the snowman very easily, but he could not. I tried to get to the other side to help him, but I couldn't. I saw the side of his body, but I don't ever recall seeing his face. I just knew that he needed help getting down, and I couldn't do it.

I even remember seeing and examining the holes in my hands in one of these dreams, and it was incredibly realistic.

Now, fast-forward to the past couple of months...

A very dear friend of mine told me a couple of months ago that he could see auras, and he told me he saw mine as purple, and that it's always been purple. He's always had a 6th sense for people, but he only recently has been able to actually figure out what was going on, after talking to an African medicine man.

I was intrigued, to say the least, so I decided to look up some information on auras and auric sight. I even started trying to "see" auras through tutorials I've read. Anyway, that's all fine and dandy. Now, onto the dream. I had this one a few nights ago.

I don't remember much of this dream, but this part really stood out. I was looking at my reflection in the bathroom mirror for my aura, and all the sudden, I saw my third eye. It took over my vision. It was against a black background, shrouded in shades of purple and blue. It looked like an actual eye, but different. It had the shape of an eye and the details, but it was all blue and purple. It also almost looked "ancient" and was very intricate. I did not see any white in the eye where white was supposed to go, nor did I see any brown (my actual eyes are brown). It's so hard to describe, but I knew I was seeing my third eye, the brow chakra. It was very vivid and mysteriously beautiful.

Very strange dreams, I'd say. I have a history of weird, vivid, even symbolic dreams, though none have ever been to this extent. I'm glad I finally wrote these down somewhere.

I can remember 3 dreams? Maybe more

Dream number 1- I went to see my brother at his university

I was going to Sheffield to go and see my brother at his university! I'm not sure how I got there, only that I got there very fast. I was in a room of his accomodation and everything was white. The floor and the walls, the doors, the sofa, the furniture and there were quite a few shelves on one side of the room with little colourful objects on it that my brother and his friends own. On the other side of the room, there are a few steps to go up onto a platform which has a sofa and chair on it. If you faced the stairs, on your left would be this giant tank. It was filled with water and it had coral plants in it. It was my brother and his friend showing me around.
Inside the tank was this fish. It was called an Awl fish (sounded like owl) and my brothers friend said the fish was completely harmless. It had the body of a person i suppose, except it was about 7 feet tall! It's feet had no toes, they just rounded at the bottom of its very long thin legs. On the bottom of its feet were dark pink suction cups type things. Like on an octopus. It was the same on its hands which looked just like the feet as they had no fingers, only round and also the same suction cups. It had these long tails? They weren't shaped they were just like hairless, skin tails. These 'tails' came off from its' legs and torso and its head. It also had one as an actual tail. It had huge black eyes at the side of its head. They weren't at the front but at the sides like a fish. Its mouth was like a cylinder and it was oblong. It took up most of the Awls head and had dark pink holes in it. It didn't seem to have any teeth. It was also pink.

I then decided I needed to go and find my friend, B. The fish really creeped me out. So I was suddenly on the street B lives on and I go to her house and see her riding a bike and her parents and her sister are at the house and they said that B would come with me. So then I was in another house. It wasn't mine, but it looked similar. It was bigger and more spacious. The house seemed to be more part of a group of buildings though, like a school and I kept switching from this house and the university. Then I was with my other friend E and I don't think I was with B anymore but another DC who was my friend and she had blonde hair.

There is a warning bell and everyone is afraid but are being really brave. We are told there is going to be an invasion I guess of the creatures. Most of them will try to kill us so we need to fight back. I team up with E and the DC (I'll call her Blonde) It begins with only being small animals, though nasty. Everybody easily kills them. People start teaming up or going alone and moving around. A few go outside and other stay in the houses. It also seems that it's not just the creatures that are against us all but the system as well. E, Blonde and I decide to go outside, like many others and we find that the creatures have gotten a lot bigger. We end up having to run from two T-rexs and it's also at night so we can only hear the T-rexs and only see them when light shines on them. There are other creatures but I can't remember them. E, Blonde and I are still alive unlike many others and we decide the safest place is inside. So we go back into one of the houses. We are in the kitchen but hear a T-rex just outside so we are about to go upstairs. But then I notice these heat sensor machines and the only way to get past them is to crawl below them. I tell E and she agrees. Blonde is nowhere to be found. I start crawling on my belly past the heat sensors but I think one of them catches me as I hear another roar. The sensors alert the creatures where a person is so they can kill them I think I wake up after that.

Dream number 2 - The little girl died

I'm working at this school and they are putting on a play. The school seems to be on a hill surrounded by many other fields and meadows and hills. Everything is sunny and very pretty.The teachers get all the children to stand on the tiered seats facing the stage in the middle of them. These seats and the stage are made of a pale stone and are circled by pillars like the ones in a roman or greek temple. The children in the play are dressed in their costumes (which seems to be ancient greek clothes) and the star of the play is a little girl. She has blonde curly hair and is very clever. I have to take care of her. The children all go through the play and when the little girl comes on everybody is excited. Until out of nowhere something flies toward her and hits her. It's like a little bullet and it kills her. There is a huge commotion and I then wake up.

Dream number 3 - A continuation of dream 2

It is the day of the play and the teachers and I come to a conclusion that we have to put on the play. I think one of the teachers must of turned back time to when she was alive. Only it was still the same day. I am walking with her across a field towards the stage and we are talking about the play. I then tell her to go and rehearse and I'm talking with a teacher. I ask her why we are going on with the play when it will just be a repeat of the rehearsal. I tell her that because we brought the girl back from the dead to do the play, she will die again at the same point in the play. The teacher tells me that she knows that will happen and that she just hopes it doesn't. The parents start to arrive and then the play starts. Sadly the girl dies again at the same point as she did in the rehearsal.

Dream number 4 - A fragment

My family and I are royalty and we have another royal family over who are really stuck-up. My brother is marrying their daughter. We are told that we must kiss her hand and tell her something ( I can't remember what though) to make her happy. Then the daughter and her army start chasing my brother I and our army. The daughter is part of her own army as are my brother and me. I wake up after.

Thats it Didn't have anything before bed except for a chocolate biscuit. Stayed up a bit later than I usually do!

BYEEE!!!

Walking across parking lot, I caught the wind and rose into the air and became lucid. I flew through some high tension wires just for fun, and kept rising until I was much higher than normal, looking down at several cities at once, like on Google Earth. One city near the Southern California Pacific coast caught my eye and I wondered if there was any damage there due to mudslides, so I flew down to check it out. As I approached, I saw something that made me very sad, a house halfway tipped over on its side at the edge of a cliff over the beach. But as I flew closer, I saw that the owners had already gutted the house and rebuilt the insides with level floors, and there were children playing inside! It made me feel all warm inside to see such dogged determinism win out over a natural disaster. I awoke feeling empowered.

I awake in a cemetery I've known all my life, there lies my cousins and closest friends. I run of joy to visit their graves, but then somehow the cemetery seems different each step I take. I pause, look around and ask myself "Is this the cemetery?", and then again it resembled. As I look at the ground and walk in search of cousins grave I say with joy " Primos! Primos!", meaning cousins in Spanish, the cemetery then changes again. At that point I was confused, and the strangest thing was that no one else was present, there's always someone else in my dreams.

As I stood still my dream shifts scenario, now I'm in a school like environment. As I walk, I look around to find anyone I recognize to ask them "Where am I". But no one there out of I'd say 150 people was familiar. This was really strange for me because never in my lucid dreams has there not been someone I recognize. I then head to a group of people and one of them, a nerd looking kid, looks at me before I get there and I point to my wrist repeatedly. He didn't know at first what I was signaling, until I asked him and while still pointing " What time is it?", and he replied "3:27 p.m". I didn't reply anything and kept walking, he looked at me and then turned back with his group.

Then I see another kid, alone, which i didn't recognize, and I asked him " Where am I", but he didn't reply but we both start walking together like if I was suppose to follow him. Then I began to tell him how I got there. I told him " I fell asleep and I woke up in a cemetery I thought I recognized, but then it started to switch around, and now I ended up here", then without saying a word he pointed to a well dressed man coming towards us. The man said "Come with me", and I followed him from behind for a few seconds, but then I paused and I told him " Wait! I know who you are", and he stopped and looked back at me. Then I said "Your from the government aren't you?", he gave me a brief smile and nodded yes. He kept walking and I followed, we got to some fences and there was a open gate, and he said " Go through". I walked out and I looked back into the school like place with all the people in there, I walked along the fence while the well dressed man followed from the other side of the fence. For some reason I sensed something was really wrong, so I used my techniques and I jumped over the fence and back into the school like place. The well dressed man said "No! Stop", and then I told him "watch this!" (I was trying to show him my ability to fly) and he said " no don't do it", like he knew what I was going to show him. I was about to jump and start flying but some kind of force hold me down. I was surprised because never has this happened, and then I froze and again asked myself "Where am I".

Hello everyone!


I am new to the forum and figured the best way to introduce myself would be to share one of my most favorite LD's. This one continued to blow my mind long after i woke up..

The (actual) Setting:

I wake up from a very humorous dream that i just had to replay in my mind a couple of times. I then realize that the reason i woke up was either because the morning sun was blinding me, or because the couch i was sleeping on might as well have been made with bricks. Time to find a new place to sleep. I walk into my friends bedroom where two other friends of mine are sleeping on the bed. I find a suitable piece of floor and lay down.

The Dream

Not even a minute goes by before I hear some kind of Hawaiian music start to play. (I am dreaming now) I lift my head to find the source of the music. I find that it is coming from a small clock radio on top of a small dresser that is right in front of where I am sleeping. I hear my friend say something about turning it off and I begin to stand. Before I can get all the way up, the music abruptly stops playing. This confuses me, and I look over to my friend as if he could give me some sort of explanation. Instead, he is glaring at me and mumbles something inaudible. I ask if he would like me to leave the room and he offers no reply. I take that as a yes, and make my way into the living room. Hmmm.. something is different. There is a slight fog in the room and everything has a blue tint to it. Not even 5 minutes ago this room was too bright for me to even sleep in. What gives? Ohh...

The familiar excitement of lucidity rushes through my body as I look around the room like a mad man. What to do? Endless possibility sitting right in front of me. I don't want to waste it by getting too excited and blasting through the roof just to fly around and get bored like the last five lucid dreams I had.. So I think about it for a moment, and wonder what would happen if I were to do the exact opposite. As soon as the idea crosses my mind, gravity takes hold and I fall right through the floor. This is where it gets weird.

I fall for what felt like maybe 50ft, and then stop myself. I am now in an endless black void. Even though there is no point of reference, I have the feeling that this space has no limits. Awesome, i think to myself.. The lack of expectation has given me a complete lack of results. So much for that experiment. I stick around for a short while trying to keep my head clear, and I begin to notice a faint pattern around me. Tiny white dots, in a symmetrical grid-like pattern. They almost look like stars yet they are completely uniform, and of equal distance to each other. I take a look around and sure enough, they are in every direction I look. My eyesight wanders for a few seconds before I stop and focus on one star. I then notice that particular section of stars appears to be growing closer to me. And gaining velocity. Its as if I were remaining still, but these stars are crossing that infinite distance and flying directly towards me. I keep my gaze centered on the one star. I'm able to see it more clearly, and it is growing in size. It is now at an unthinkable speed, and not only has it reached me, but it has seemed to swallow me whole.

The star has now filled my entire field of vision. In a flash my surroundings changed from black to the brightest white light. And just as fast as it came, it started to fade away. Disoriented, I take a look at my new surroundings. That same familiar blue tint.. Wait a minute, im standing in the exact same place in which I started out! Only this time it is different. The fog is gone, and the furniture is not the same. There used to be a pool table in the middle of the room, but now there is nothing but a single chair up against the corner of the wall i am facing. I realize there is someone sitting in the chair, and then notice it isn't human. This grey creature had a frail wrinkled body, and was hunched over. His Head was of an enormous oval shape, and towards the bottom he had two tiny, glowing white eyes. He was just staring at me. Sitting in an empty room and staring at me..

I start to run directly at this creepy looking alien creature, only to find that it is not an alien at all. Rather, It is a frightened looking father holding his son and daughter under each arm. Its important to note, that as I began to run towards this thing, I hear a woman's voice screaming "I KNOW WHEN YOU WEAR A F***ING MASK!" Although I did not pay any attention to the voice after I heard it. So here I am, standing in front of this poor family who I must have scared the living s*** out of. And I begin looking for something else to do. I look to my left and see a mirror hanging on the wall. Well I always thought this would be fun to do.. And I proceed to walk through the mirror. As I am about halfway through the mirror, I hear the woman's voice a second time, still screaming. "BECAUSE I HAD A SECOND DREAM" Now im interested. I wanted to hear what else she would say about dreaming, and i wanted to stay in the room. But i was already through the mirror and then the dream rapidly fades. I wake up.

Summary

Okay, there is a lot I would like to point out about this dream. Some of which I didn't notice until a week or two afterward. Some of my theories about OBE's and dream reality's may differ from yours.. but this is my take on what happened.

The Void

It still makes me laugh when I think about it. The reason I wanted to drop through the floor was because I had absolutely no expectations as to what I would find down there. Sure enough I ended up in the exact same place I started, only slightly different. I believe that if I were to focus in on any one of the adjacent stars, besides the one I chose, then I would have ended up in a similar variation of the same room. It seemed as if there were an unlimited number of stars I could have picked, and If parallel reality's do in fact exist then there must be an unlimited number of them as well.. Right? idk.

The Creature

I'm not sure whether I believe that some dream characters may actually be conscious beings or not. Of course many of them are simply projections of our own subconscious, but hear me out. After thinking over the dream a few times, i began to think about it from the creatures perspective. As if he were in a dream of his own, and the big scary human came out of nowhere and charged at him. He sure acted that way. It seemed that he may have used a kind of defense mechanism (shape shifting) to cause me to lose interest with him. Yet even though his appearance had changed, his emotion hadn't. The father and two children were really freaked out. Like trembling. Well it worked anyways.

The Voice

I heard that voice but I knew there was no one else in the room. So then It either must have come from the creature, or myself. It obviously wasn't him. I had a feeling that it was being directed at him. It couldn't have been myself.. could it? it would fit perfectly. As the creature changed shape, the voice said "I know when you wear a mask" .. Okay, so if I were to know that he had just changed form, that's probably what I would have said to him. The next thing the voice said, "Because I had a second dream" think about it. The only reason i became lucid in the first place was because I had a second dream after the first one, where I got up and changed rooms.

The only possible explanation I can think of, for that voice to have emanated from myself, is that it was my subconscious, projecting the voice at the creature without me currently being aware. Although I didn't know what was going on at that time, but.. I do now. And If parallel reality's do exist. Then then I don't think time is really much of a boundary to my consciousness anyways.

Another small thing I should note. I believe this was actually an astral projection, in that I stood up from where my physical body was still laying. Also, once I actually woke up from the dream and stood up, i looked at the dresser and saw there was an alarm clock that looked exactly the same as the one in the dream. only the real one was unplugged and had the chord wrapped around it. I had never seen the clock prior to that. So if that isn't a solid validation to AP then idk what is. anyways thanks for reading. Sorry for the length! Im looking forward to your replies, input, criticism whatever! and also looking forward to becoming a member of your board.

-Joseph

Hide The Prostitutes!

I had hired a prostitute. She was blonde, long legged, and very beautiful. We had a lot sex in my bed which I'll spare the details. Time goes on. I hear a door open to my house right as I finish. Obviously I' freaking out so I tell her to get dressed and I run out and go to greet whoever it is. It's my mom's friend (who I made up). She was a short black woman wearing darker earth tones kind of dressed how I would expect a gypsy from long ago to dress, with an ornate shawl and other stuff. She says hi to me and I'm still shirtless but we have pleasantries and all that. The prostitute comes out of my room and my mom's friend looks trouble. "Who is that?" I quickly tell her that it was one of my neighbors who was in the area and decided to drop by. My mom's friend believes this and then I hear more car doors slam shut as more people arrive. I rush the prostitute into the garage and ask her if she has a ride or if I was supposed to give her one. The reason I asked was because this prostitution service was a call and deliver kind of thing. I called and she was delivered. She wasn't answering me which was making me even more stressed out. I could hear more people enter the house. For some reason there were a lot of people coming into my house and I did not know why. Finally she answered that a ride was coming for her and all I had to do was stall.

I opened the garage door and took her outside and into the front lawn. More people saw her, they were not family, and asked so I told them the same story. They gave her a lawn mower and told her to get started on the lawn. Reluctantly she did. While I made my way back into the house, my mom's friend told me that she was having trouble with the lawn mower. I looked, and instead of going in rows, she was mowing diagonally and was not hitting a bunch of grass. Silly prostitute! I told her how to do it correctly but then brought her back to the garage where she could be seen less and I think it was then that her ride came. It was a beaten up red gremlin, and the woman driving that did a horrible parking job. I got the woman to come back to the garage. She was hot too, probably another prostitute. I told them that if anyone asked, they were my distant cousins that were just in the neighborhood. I was only slightly aware that I had changed the story from before but I didn't mind too much. I shooed them away and they ran to the car and I could hear the screeching of tires. Finally safe! I waled out of the garage only to see that they had hit the curb rather hard and the front fender of their low riding gremlin was bent in. I ran up, told them that it didn't matter and rushed them off. Finally...safe.

First off, I'm really sorry that this is SO long. It took me half an hour just to type it all up- and I type fast! But it was really one of the strangest dream experiences that I've had. This is the first time I've ever played around with any of the dream techniques that I've read on this site, so I'm excited about it. The first part of the dream, I was non-lucid and it's really long. Then I became lucid for a while. Then I woke up briefly and attempted a WILD.

In which a chance encounter with Julian Assange causes me to get mixed up in his trial…

I’m riding in the back of a chauffeured car with my husband. We see Julian Assange hitchhiking on the side of the road. He is wearing a black suit with black shades and he has a Blue Tooth in his ear. He looks like a Secret Serviceman.

We pull over and offer him a ride. He climbs in the front of the car and asks us to take him to the Austin capitol. He says that he expects there to be a huge crowd of curious people lined up along the way to see him, and that we will probably have to fight our way past people at the capitol too. Then he spends the remainder of the ride alternately texting on his Blackberry and talking on his Blue Tooth. Meanwhile, my husband and I roll up the divider between the front and back seats and we have sex.

We arrive at the capitol. There are no members of the general public waiting at all, but the place is swarming with media. The capitol building is also a courthouse, and Julian Assange presents himself to the judge. My husband also drops me off at the capitol as my workplace and my school are just a few blocks away, and he takes the car and continues on to his own job. I’m walking with my backpack when a crowd of reporters surround me and usher me into the rotunda. They are all asking me questions about having sex with Julian Assange. Apparently someone snapped a blurry picture of me having sex with my husband in the car, then they saw Julian Assange and me get out and assumed I’d been with him. I try to clear up the confusion, but everyone is shouting at once and I can’t get a word in.

One of the reporters puts a television camera in my face and a microphone. Everyone else goes silent because this guy is with the BBC. He asks me very loudly, “Did you have consensual sex with Julian Assange?” I know this is live television and I’m flustered and embarrassed. I look into the camera and say, “No.” The crowd of reporters erupt into gasps and howls. I’d meant “no- I didn’t have sex with him” but they interpreted it to mean “no- it wasn’t consensual”. I heard them screaming accusations at Julian Assange and they were asking me if I planned to press rape charges. I tried to leave the crowd, but they blocked my way.

Finally I become disgusted with the whole thing, and I want to put an end to it as quickly and easily as possible. I announce in a loud, clear voice that we had consensual sex, that he did not rape me and that there was no story to be had here. Just two adults having consensual sex! I ask them to leave me alone. They lose interest and allow me to leave.

Off in one of the side wings of the rotunda is a short, plump friendly looking lady dressed in gypsy clothes. She is leading a mule by its reins. A young gypsy girl stands next to her, dressed in a colorful shirt and a black lace shawl. The woman calls me over to her. She explains that Julian Assange is the father of the young girl but that he refuses to pay child support and she asks me for help. I tell her that I hope things work out for her but that I have no connection to either Wikileaks or Assange’s sexual assault case. We shake hands and I turn around to leave.

I exit the rotunda and the grounds outside are covered in sand. The area is completely empty, but as I start to walk to the street, I see my brother sit down in the sand with a plastic shovel and some pails.

“Are you really going to build sand castles?” I ask him in disbelief. My brother is in his 30s so this seemed very strange to me. He looks embarrassed at first, then adamantly maintains that there is nothing wrong with an adult building sand castles. We laugh about it. I ask him why he is here.

“I heard that Julian Assange was going to appear in court today and I figured there’d be a big crowd here to see him so I came to witness the public circus. But when I got here, there was no one here but reporters,” he explains.

“Yeah, I was surprised too. Last year, when the pope came to visit, there was a huge crowd,” I answer.

“Well that makes sense,” my brother says, “since the pope is really famous. But I saw an even bigger crowd here a few years back when ABBA came.”

Then for a little while we discuss ABBA and how they have some really great songs despite their reputation of being a cheesy disco group. Then I tell my brother that I have to rush home to call my mother-in-law as she was sure to watch BBC and get upset when she hears me saying that I had consensual sex with Julian Assange. I need to go home and call her to explain. We say goodbye and I walk home.

In which I fly around the mountains and become lucid…

This is a continuation of the long dream above.

My house is a one-room cabin with large windows. I look out the windows and see beautiful and imposing mountains lining the landscape. I think for a second that it is odd to see such majestic mountains in Austin and I wonder if I’m back in the Himalayas. I stare at the mountains carefully though and realize that the peaks are too low and smooth to be Himalayan peaks. They appear to be snow-capped, but when I look more closely I realize that the snow is actually the color of caramel and it is spread along each softly rounded peak like icing on a cinnamon bun. This is such a beautiful sight that I lean far out the window so that I can look up and see the top of the mountains.

From this vantage point, I’m able to see that actually there are three ranges of mountains with valleys between them. The second is taller than the first and the third’s jagged and steep peaks reach high up into the clouds. Mountains this tall don’t exist outside the Himalayas, I think to myself.

For a moment, I consider how I went so quickly from Austin to Nepal, but then I’m too rapt with the sight to wonder about this. I step out the window and start to fly to the mountains. I am daunted by the steep face of the third range. I realize I don’t have the skills to climb it and that if I tried, I’d fail embarrassingly, but I’m pretty sure I could conquer the second. Looking for a good path, I fly along the ridge that connects the first low range to the second. It seems like an easy hike up the first and then it is just a matter of walking along the ridge until I get to the final climb up the peak of the second. I fly around this peak looking for the best climbing path. I decide that it might be easier to see it all if I go up higher than the third peak, and I soar up above the clouds and look down. Suddenly I see an amazing sight.

There is a ridge connecting the tallest of the first, second and third ranges, and on each peak is a hexagonal landing pad of some sort. They look like helicopter landing pads only they are much larger. Each pad is connected with a runway. This is impossible to see from the ground. You must be up in the sky above the mountains to see it. I marvel at this for a little while and keep flying higher and higher.

Then from behind the third range, I see a gigantic house towering over all the tallest peak. At first, the house is beautiful. It is made of brightly colored panes of glass. But when I glance away from it for a second, it changes. Now it is made of pieces of scrap metal, old tin roofs and garbage. It looks like millions of shanties from the Dharvi slum stacked on top of each other up into the clouds.

I stare at it for a while and ponder all of it. It is absolutely impossible, I realize, for any of this to be happening. At that moment, I become lucid.

I fly down into the valley in front of the tower and see all sorts of huge mobile statues made of scrap metal. Most of them are beautiful, and they all move in the wind. Most of them contain spinning flowers and pinwheels. They are fun, colorful and creative. I’m absolutely delighted to be dreaming these things. I fly back over the lowest mountain range, the one with the soft, rounded peaks covered in icing. They are gorgeous. Even though I know I’m dreaming, I really feel how beautiful nature is and I’m very happy.

Then I see another mobile statue. This one is metal pole on which many shelves have been welded. The shelves are connected to the pole with gears that look like clockworks and they all spin around. At the end of the shelves are giant but dainty multi-colored tea cups. I fly up and down this mobile statue and realize that I’ve dreamt about this before. I try really hard to remember when I’ve seen it before, but thinking about this causes the dream to disintegrate and I wake up in my bed.

In which I attempt to WILD and possibly succeed…

I have just woken up from the dream above. I have an atomic clock in my bedroom that projects the time on my ceiling. It is almost 5AM. I’m laying on my back, and I can see the window by my bed and feel my husband’s body next to me. I think about what a cool dream that was and also how my body still feels heavy with sleep. I have not moved at all. I know the alarm clock will go off in a few minutes since we have it set for 5. I close my eyes again and think about what I read on this website about WILD. I’ve never tried WILD before, but since I’m so relaxed and heavy with sleep, I figure this would be a good time to try.

I let my body relax some more but I keep thinking to myself “I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming”. This goes on for a little while and then my body feels like it is jerking awake- the way you feel when you fall in a dream and it jerks you awake. Then for a little while the room feels like it’s quaking and I hear a really loud sound. It is similar to what is sounds like when as a child I used to stand underneath the trestles and watching a train pass by above me. This went on for a very short period of time and then it stopped. I could feel myself still in my bed with my eyes closed. I wasn’t sure if I was asleep or not.

I opened my eyes and I was still in my bed beside my window, but I was in a different room. Strangely enough, I was very calm at first. I just lay there and looked around. Then I got up. From then on, I had this strange compulsion in my body- I could not slow down or be still. I felt like my body was in a constant state of movement and all I could do was steer its direction. It was like I was hovering above the ground.

I went over to the door and decided to see if I could pass through it without opening it. I did, and it was easy. Then I was standing on a banister of a spiraling staircase in a three story house. I went down the first flight of stairs and heard someone moving around below. I shouted “hello” to whoever it was, but no one answered. My voice sounded really loud and it echoed. I could feel my vocal chords vibrating in my throat, and I wondered if I really said hello in my real body laying in bed. It took a lot of energy to shout and I was afraid that I’d wake myself up if I did it again so I decided not to talk anymore.

I was still standing on the second floor and I looked out the window. I decided to try to fly, and I leapt from the banister out the window and flew out of the house. Then I was standing in the yard. It was dark, the stars were bright and there was a pine tree beside me. I looked up at the sky and decided to fly towards the stars. They were big and beautiful and shining. I flew and flew as high as I could, but after a while I got tired. They were just too far away so I started to sink back down.

It was lovely falling slowly through the sky back towards the earth. I passed a satellite along the way and it had a microphone on it. I leaned over and shouted “hello!” again. It sounded strange again and it took a lot of energy.

At this point, I became a little giddy and silly. I don’t know what happened, but I started to feel like I was losing control. Part of the problem was this constant state of compulsion that my body felt. I had to keep moving and I didn’t know how to slow it down so that I could think. My mind started racing and I got really crazy. I started doing loops in the air and just laughing hysterically.

I was falling in standing position with my feet towards the ground. When I was eye level with the roof of the house where I started, I saw a giant purple and pink plush rabbit sitting on the roof. It had to be 15 feet tall. It was an Easter Bunny stuffed animal but it had a menacing face. It was wearing a top hat. I hovered in the air around it for a while and wondered where it came from. I was pretty sure I did not dream up this rabbit- but here it was, as real and detailed as can be. I was also surprised that it did not scare me. I knew I was dreaming so I wasn’t afraid of it despite its menacing face.

I flew back down to the ground and entered the house through the backdoor on the first floor. There was someone in the shower and I decided to go see who it was. I ran in a crazy way towards the shower, pulled the curtains back and shouted “Boo!” but before I could see who it was, the alarm clock went off and I woke up.

This whole dream took just a few minutes though it felt like an hour. After I woke up, I started to question the whole thing. To be honest, I don’t know if I really had a WILD experience or if I just dreamed that I did.

So, had a weird lucid last night. Well, I had a regular lucid, but the false awakening after that was crazy.
When I false awakened I was in a bed. I thought it was mine (I wasn't lucid at the moment) I sat up and thought about the lucid I just had, and how I didn't have one in a while so this was pretty cool. Then, I heard an old ladies voice. I don't remember what she said but she said one sentence. Then suddenly I got pinned against the bed, which was a huge surprise, never thought that that would happen. I looked around but didn't see anyone. I couldn't move. I then heard the loudest thing Ive ever heard in my whole life. "YOU KNEW YOU'D BE PISSED OFF WHEN YOU DIDN'T EVEN LET ANYONE EVEN TAKE A GLANCE AT YOU" a woman said in my left ear. (sounded like she was 30 or somthing). She sounded like she was talking in an angry tone of voice, but she was not yelling, although her voiced boomed in my head. Right after she said that I woke up; ears buzzing. I wonder if it means something. Nothing in real life is that loud. I think it means I knew I'd be in a worse mood when I didn't have any lucid dreams. (dream entities seeing me) And that particular entity wanted me there. She did that as if she really really wanted me to pay attention to those words.

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In order to encourage better dream events I have only been journalizing memorable dreams and these two sure count. Only a few times (6 or less) have I been someone else, may be 3 where I have been the other gender (female) but this is the first time I have switched gender in the dream and realized it while it was happening.

December 28 Morning.
Dream 1: Poison
I am in some sort of a science laboratory working with other people. We are talking about unimportant stuff when a guy walks in and I take him for being mean since he is looking hard and mean at our group. He just glares and then walks out. I abruptly leave the conversation and follow the guy down the elevated walkway in a cool looking scientific type building. He walks into an office and I wait and then walk in after him but the secretary stops me. I tell her I have to see him but she says I need an appointment, while not even looking at me. I bend down and swing her chair so my face is over her shoulder where we are both looking away. I say sternly "look, unless you want what he has been using, I suggest you do as I say..." and I trail my fingers seductively over her face "I know you want to help me" and I brush her hair from her forehead and kiss her there. I thought about sex but this was no time for that, I was on a mission here. Then I stormed out of the office. I went to a indoor basketball court where there were a dozen little glass tubes with red or blue poison in them laying on the hardwood floor. The bad guy walked in after me and looked a bit angry and surprised. At this point I felt as though I was playing the part of a woman. I picked up one if the tiny glass tubes and threatened to break them all depriving him of his powerful poison unless he promises to stop using this poison. He looks calm and says "no" as if to say "go ahead break them all see if I care." So I start breaking them by smashing them on the floor. When I pick up the last one I say "this is it!" and I go to break it and he shouts "stop! ...ok."
We know what has to be done and I have to walk him to his firing and other stuff up stairs. Still playing the woman we are supposed to be a couple or so he wants to be and this is a great cover so that no one suspects anything and tries to free him from his fate. I roughly grab his hand and try to position it like a couple would have it. I know I am a guy but am playing this woman too, I feel I can do both and that this won't affect my male identity in the least, still it feels strange. He looks scared and is doomed, there's no way out for him now.
I wake not knowing what he had coming that was so bad. I committed it to memory.


Dream 2: The Between Worlds Family.

I drove up to a diner/small restaurant place with only 3 cars in the lot, "I wonder if it's open." It's cold outside and I marvel at how real this feels and how vivid the colors are. Inside there is a smell of cooking and food and the air is nice and warm. It is open and there are a few customers. Though I was not totally lucid I knew this was a dream place and there was little use of getting any food so I looked around for what to explore. A door in the ceiling seemed to beg me to explore it. Looking up at it I saw a staircase looking like it was partially matter, blinking on and off in a misty hazy form. Naturally I walked up it into an attic. It was dark and its floor had no flooring just insulation between the boards but then I saw some flash of something. I looked harder and saw a flash of a floor, of a room. I walked up into the dark attic fully to investigate this. Walls started to flash into reality then I concentrated and focused on these things flashing into existence. The place started to take shape, whole rooms showed up, well lit with furniture, hardwood floors with rugs and carpeting. Then a humanoid shape started to flash in front of me. It was a little scary for a second. I focused on it but it had walked off. I went in the empty attic to where it was going and tried to focus and then a room appeared in ghostly flashes and in it a father, the mom, and a young boy. They knew I was there and wanted something from me. "What could they want from me, how can they even see me?" The man approached in his ghostly form "We want you to know we exist." I felt sorry for them, unseen and a little fearful. I thought about why they were up here and I heard "Because they are down there," being that there was too much going on down stairs that they didn't want to live with. They had a little home up here above the diner but it was unseeable to the people down there and the family seemed afraid the diner would come up into their living space and thus push them out. I felt sorry for the family and floated down through the ghostly floor and the diners ceiling into the dinner and out the front door.
It felt goo to be away from that partially real/unreal/between worlds home/attic, though as I stood in the parking lot I remembered being here before but it went a little differently. The first time I had seen some shapes and a ghostly form and got spooked and left.
I forgot to to commit this to memory and recalled this during the first posting above. I was just too sleepy to record this dream in any way at the time.

Well, I haven't kept a dream journal on here in forever (I went by a different tag on here years ago, and was pretty actively involved in the forum/LDing, but life happens sometimes I suppose ), so here we are.

I haven't LD'd (intentionally) in quite sometime, but I do randomly gain control of my dreams sometimes, but usually it's either for a split second or I fain control for a little while then wake up. I used to LD all the time, and was getting quite good. I'm thinking it's time to perfect those skills once again.

Anyways, I ramble. In this entry I'm going to recount a dream I had about 6 months ago, and also the dream I had last night. The reason I'm starting with this older one is because it was extremely vivid, and, I feel, very symbolic. Dreams are in bold.

It started out with me in my old room at my old apartment. It was light in the room, except for in the bathroom, which I was standing directly in front of. The lights were off in there, and I had this horrible feeling of dread in my stomach, because I knew the dark bathroom contained something I didn't want to see, something that would upset me, but I didn't know what it was. I slowly started to walk into my bathroom. When I got in there, I turned on the lights and looked on the floor by my sink. My ex-boyfriend, one I had/have a very interesting history with in waking life, was lying there on the floor. I thought he was dead, so I cradled him into my arms and started to bawl and shake him and yelling for him to "please wake up!". Finally, he opened his eyes, and I was so relieved that he was alive. But then, he started yelling "I can't see! Krista help me, I can't see!" Yet, his eyes were open. He glanced around blindly, and I took his arm over my shoulder and started to stand up.

Then, I woke up, feeling like I had more than just a dream.

I still feel that this dream tried to tell me something. I think I have to help him "see" something, but then again, maybe it was just a dream.

And now, onto the one I had last night.

I can't remember a whole lot before this point in the dream, but last night, I dreamed I purposely cut off 3 of my toes, my big toe on and second toe on my right foot, and a toe on my left, can't remember which, and sewed them back on. They didn't bleed or anything, just stung a little. I tried to ask my mom to come look at the stitches because I felt like they weren't on there properly, and she kept telling me she was busy and she'd look later. Then, all the sudden, we were in the car on the way to Wisconsin to see my grandparents. I kept looking at my feet, hoping the stitches didn't come out and my toes would fall off. I kept thinking about the "last time" I had cut my toes off and sewed them on, and how this time they look ok, but not as great as when someone helped me with the sewing part. We got to Wisconsin and said hello to my grandparents. There was patchy snow on the ground as well, and the sun was out.

That's all I remember before I woke up. Very strange dream, but I've had stranger, haha.

Well that's all for this entry. Hoping I can get some LD entries in here before too long. Happy dreaming, y'all!