memorable

In the past couple days sence my last entry i have not been able to remember my dreams rite after i wake up, coencidently i also ran out of meletonin, i have a tought time falling asleep without it, but last nite i got some and thru the nite i dont remember that dream, but due to my father yellin it woke me up and for the first time i did WILD, i was at my grandfathers house and after stablizing the dream i was able to walk around for bout 30 minutes, even making my grandmother apear (my grandmother died 8 years ago) and was able to say goodbye to her (i never got a chance) it was a good night.

My I had some crazy dreams last night

[COLOR="red"]So in my first dream I remember being in this strange game like world and I was trying to go up this giant building, I remember there being a password for one room and I couldn't get it then I found a secret way up from behind and then there I was at this other weird place where my sister some douchebag and two of her friends were. I got angry when I saw him and started making fun of the guy. This guy was a complete moron. I remember him saying something and I went "herp derp" hahaha. He was getting angry so I was like you wanna fight mother fucker, come on pussy! And then we started fighting but I had no strength for some reason :(. So he kept fucking hitting me in the balls like a douchebag and at some point he had my balls in a vice grip with his elbow and all I wanted to do is for him to stop. I apologized thoroughly and then I woke up for real.[/COLOR]

I then proceeded to DEILD for my first time.

[COLOR="blue"]Success, I was in a dream. Only I kept being sucked out of it. I distinctly remember a man aiding me each time I tried this. He was black I think and initially was a normal DC. He said he was my DG and then I was in a very vivid dream. I was walking and looked at my hands to make sure I was dreaming. They were weird It was like my hands were moving on their own and growing and shrinking. However I couldn't control this dream and kept waking up. I figured my problem was I couldn't stabilize it and eventually I gave up and decided to just go to sleep normally.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="seagreen"]In this dream I was like a up and coming rock star and my ex girlfriend who is kinda ugly appeared to me. In my dream my lil bro was sleeping in my bed so I was outside my room with her and we started making out. I asked her to suck my dick and she did. I came very soon though. Lol. I got frustrated and took her into my room and kicked my bro out. She gave me head again and my siblings get bursting in and shit I was getting pissed. So after a bit something warned me that she had STDs. So I said "How many guys have you slept with." "Like 48" I thought I heard 4 so I was a bit relieved and said "4?" She said "No" very meekly and I was like "Umm... three?" She said no again so I asked her how many and she said "48" I was like wtf? And then asked if she had any STDs she said no but had a very awkward smile and I said "Ok now I know you do what do you have?" She said she had cannons. Hahaha. I was like "Oh my god that disease is transferred orally." This is where the dream stops pretty much.[/COLOR]

I had a fragment where I was searching the web about STDs and how they are transferred.

[COLOR="darkorange"]I'm not sure how this dream started off but I was in a fight for my life for some reason. This crazy girl fucking killed some dude and I was in like a free for all or something last one standing. So all I had was a fork so I attacked her when she killed the dude so she couldn't free her fucking spear type thing. She then began fucking stabbing me with the fork and at some point I woke up and instantly got on DV to write these dreams. Enjoy[/COLOR]

Its been awhile since I've written in this things, I blame finals (which are now over woohoo!)

I only really remember my last dream of the night. The world was like minecraft, really blocky with high terrain relief but the branches of trees were actually branches and not blocks. I had just stolen a diamond nugget and a diamond bar from a DC who had created a house in this area. I was running and he was chasing me. I found a hut and tried to hide inside but he came in and we began to fight. My blows were so slow and weak that he just laughed them off. That was when I thought of how ridiculous the situation was, that my fists were traveling through the air so slowly, and became lucid. Ignoring everything else, I immedietly took a knee and examined my hand to simultaneously RC and stabilize the dream. It worked... to a point. The dream seemed very unstable, and fearful of losing it while I was just trying to stabilize it, I got up and started looking around for things to do. I was pretty excited, but didn't destabilize the dream further from that! Now at this point the dream actually faded to blackness and I opened on RL eye. I was on my side in my room. I was initially disappointed but then realized that I could still move around my dream body. I shut my eyes again and began rubbing my still functional dream hands together. I pictured a rolling desert hill scene and it appeared in my mind's eye like a postcard, lots of blackness around it. I took my dream body and ran forward leaping into the frame. And just like that, I was flying. Some machine was flying ahead of me. I jerked my arms forward to boost forward, did barrel rolls, skimmed the desert surface. It was amazing. The dream again began to collapse around me. I allowed it to. Once again I was in my room, but it again didn't feel right. The lighting was nighttime and not morning which it had been a few minutes ago. I leaped out of bed and noticed a few DC's milling about in my room. Yup, definitely still in a dream.

I was so stoked, I actually noticed the large mirror in my room and decided to take a look in it. I was a little surprised at what I saw, just a clear, slightly older version of me. My hair was longer and I had a few scars, but besides that, it was me. No horrible nether monsters, or blurry image. Turning around I decided to summon a DC. And that I did, a very cute pink haired girl (I didn't explicitly imagine anyone in particular but that's how it happened). She got out of the capsule that had appeared in my when I summoned her... and she promptly climbed into my bed. There was another chatterbox DC in my bed who wouldn't shut her mouth so I tried out a technique to make her disappear. I stood at a distance and used my hands to cover her from my field of vision. When I removed my hands, she was gone. Store! I climbed into my bed with the summoned DC girl and we just kinda lay there, her in my arms a few minutes. It was pretty cool but I could feel the dream destabilizing further. My vision blackened and my RL eyes opened with me in my RL bed. No need for a reality check, this was real.

I wasn't even disappointed waking up! That was my longest and most productive LD to date! I spent a few minutes to recall my experience and then jumped on here to share.

Without the need to read this entire post here's a synopsis of what i accomplished in lucid state:
Flying, looking in a mirror, summoning a DC, concious RL to LD transition, making an unwanted DC disapear

I was surfing the internet, when I got "Inbox [1]" notification. I've got totally distracted and I opened the message. The message was from the institute of art and it said that they found donor, some woman. I have no idea for what. Also, there was annotation that I am supposed to visit them.

I went there and the institute looked like some monumental building, but I was distracted by some paintings of some famous artists, that were standing on huge lawn in front of the building. And those looked like a vintage, ellipse picture frames, and like a monuments and statues at the same time

On the paintings were some strange, rich, noble people; some countess, kings...

On the one of the last paintings was me. I was portrayed as a very beautiful, handsome, in green dress with corset and with magical, vintage, curles. My eyes were brown, bright almost yellow...

I realized I was dreaming and when a tried to touch the sky I woke up.

Non-lucid Half lucid Lucid Other notes

Redecorating at my practice school

For the hundredth time or so, I am at the school were I have just had some teacher practice. I am in our working party's room with my supervisor and a student I have had. Apparently, my supervisor wants to redecorate the wall and make a large sign there, which will be the main sign at the school for people to see from outside. It feels like he is in charge over the school now, because he wants his own name to be written in large letters on the sign. The student is there to paint those letters. Above them a neon sign with the school's name or something will also be placed. My supervisor is sitting at a table, looking through some papers as the student starts painting the first letter of his last name. I feel a little annoyed, because the student is not very good at painting and the letter turns out really ugly... But when I turn around and then look again everything on the wall looks perfect and very well made! I feel rather surprised, but thinks "Okey... then that won't be a problem..." and start feeling relieved. However, the sign does not have either my supervisor's or the school's name on it. Despite this, I feel that it looks perfect to my supervisor. Then I turn around again for some reason and when I look again there is a pink neon sign on the top of the wall saying "Madame". The rest of the wall is painted dark purple and my supervisor's last name is below "Madame", but as a white neon sign. I feel a bit uneasy about this result and wonder if this does not make my supervisor feel gay... However, after having looked at the wall he says that this is perfect, as long as his name is moved a bit to the left...


Amazing skies and lucidity during a beautiful summer evening

I am walking around the houses in my neighborhood and so do rather many other people. I recognize several of them - for example neighbors and my grandparents. Even though some of them look rather different from in reality I still know that it is them. There is a beautiful, orange glow everywhere and in the sky I can see many beautiful phenomena. For instance, glowing things are rushing by up there and there are several rainbows in very strong colors. Me and everyone else look at those and are amazed. I talk a bit to my grandparents and we notice an unusually thick rainbow whose lenght we try to follow with our eyes as long as we can. However, the rainbow continues down behind a house and into fog.

A short while later, I for some reason am with a weird and rather boring guy in a green jacket, who is maybe in his fourties. The two of us walk into a restaurant and sit down at a table. I do not feel very amused but feel that I must endure this.

However, when I look at the menu, which is standing in a plastic holder on the table and see outside the restaurant behind it, I suddenly become lucid. I arise and do the nose check to become fully lucid as I walk towards the glass doors. Of course, I can breathe through my nose and I feel a little rush of joy as I walk through the doors, out into the summer evening. The place I see before me feels really nice and cosy. There are some small houses and pubs there and there are gentle, beautiful lights around those. I walk forward and feel calm and happy. Then I start running forward a short distance. Some people are there, serenely and happily standing here and there. Some of them have drinks in their hands. Some of them talk to each other, while some others stand on their own, calmly observing the night around them. I move towards a guy in about my age with jeans, a white and blue checked shirt and blond, a bit dishevelled hair. I give him a quick kiss on his mouth. Then I turn to look around some more at the environment.

However, everything I see soon begins to fade and become black. But then I focus on feeling my dream body move and at the same time I spontaneously let sexual emotions arouse within me. Those things bring the dream back. I can now see the same place and people again as the emotion begins to fade. The emotion I had just felt had affected the dream a bit, by making some of the people in it more intimate. For example, a girl and a guy standing five meters away are now making out.

I look to my right and see rather many different objects on shelves behind a desk (in a stand or something like that). I see a mug (in a color which is a mix between light brown and a red purple) that I want to reach, but it is too far away behind the desk... But then I quickly realize something: "Wait!" I excitedly think. "I can just use telekinesis!". So I hold out my right hand and spread the fingers a bit. At the same time I relax, focus my mind and hand on the mug. It is gently lifted from the shelf and I make it soar towards me and into my hand. "Yes, it worked", I think and feel the mug, which is rather big, in my hand. I then put it down and decide to try lifting something bigger. I find a wooden chair a short distance away. I focus just like the last time and I easily manage to make it levitate. I then let it sink to the ground again and turn my attention to the sky, to see if it still looks cool. I see a rather large circle/oval (the shape is somewhere between, but not really symmetric) of shimmering dots in different colors. They are not very sharp, but looks cool anyway. After having looked at this, the dream begins to fade away and I wake up.

The dreams I had last night were very deep, as well as extremely vivid. I needed an escape tonight from my reality tonight, and I got it. I had enough of feeling trapped, and caged, I needed to go somewhere where I am not bounded by society's standards. Where I'm not afraid to act on the behalf of emotion and passion rather than a passive introvert.

Let's start off with my first dream which was completely lucid, yet, I did not do any reality checks and confirmed that it was reality when in fact I was fooled into think that. I woke up on the couch, It was late, living room was a cool blue off the TV, and walked off thinking if this was a dream, and confirmed that it wasn't, but I was still in control and lucid. I stared at the TV which was still turned on, It was some old late night family sitcom from the 70's probably, my sister was preparing something special all night, I wondered into the kitchen to find elegant dining set, and candlelight, and china sets, you name it. My mind told me that this was natural, so I went along with it, and after that I woke up to find my self in bed. It is 12:00AM, was my 8 hour long dream really less than a few mere minutes?

Okay, my second dream being in the library. This gorgeous blond woman waved over me from across the library, where I pointed at myself asking me? Yes, you she asked seductively. She gave me a deep philosophical conversation about love, life, and knowledge. In which I can't recall most of the conversation. she was about to lift her skirt to make an example, but she told me that love can come later. Knowledge must be a priority above all else. Then she told me about her passion, and picked off two books off the rack, and told me have I read these before? One of the books started with a N, it was thick red/black book . Second had the name grace in it. She smiled and then suggested that I read those. Then I walked away, and my sister who saw me talking to her told me that she is famous author of those two books, and they were her all time favorite. Actually I was in a middle of a author event where I noticed groups of people around me with the same interest of the book. I wondered off. Two girls were very interested in me, and flirted with me. After that the dream ended.

Third dream, I was with my relative walking across the city, we cut some sort of queue and into the auditorium, I find some of my friends from elementary school. All grown up. and my two teachers from current. I was wearing a Venom (heavy metal band) shirt which is something I don't own in reality, but I had it on anyway. A old woman to my side, and she had looked at my drawings I had sent in, she told me that I plagiarized, and that I admitted, and I gave her this idea for a drawing I was about to make. Something so surreal and amazing, I could see the look on her face, she was extremely interested in this drawing I was proposing. In conclusion I woke up. Pounding headache..

A couple more dreams after that. Long but short lived..

I was in a funk this whole week. I was wallowing deeply. My cold also contributed to this. I felt like hell was crashing upon me. There's a feeling in my stomach that told me that there were two options to all this. There is no one to talk to. I like being alone, and I tell myself this consistently, it's only realization or criticism that drives me deeper into that, and I refuse to waste my energy engaging myself in a conversation with others who don't share the passion I do. Who rather talk about something superficial. Having no care about the arts. There was chaos in my mind. Regrets, realization of who I really am in reality, and far below my expectations. How my goals are not within reach because I was ignorant and stubborn. How shut out I am.

Yet tonight, I finally got this sense of tranquility. My mind wondered, and connected. The worst bit is still here I feel. Happiness will come soon.
I just have to wait for the storm to end. Indulge myself in knowledge, and look at the stars tonight.

12/18/10 - Rocket Boost
Dream Non-Dream Lucid

I was at my house with a bunch of other people, and I could sense it was turning into a nightmare. Apparently, some creatures were trying to get into the house.
I decided to leave and change the dream altogether, so I went out to the screened back porch with Will. I told him to focus on being weightless and he started levitating. I grabbed his hand, crouched, and jumped high up. We broke through the porch roof, but I felt like we were going to fall, so I gave myself a boost and shot flames out of my feet to shoot us up higher. We went far out into Earth's atmosphere, and I contemplated going to the moon, but I figured I'd do it another time and dismissed the idea immediately. I focused on landing safely, so I turned off the "rocket boosters" as I referred to the flames from my feet, and we began hurtling towards Earth. It was really amazing to look down at, there were colors rushing everywhere and although I seriously doubt it would really be like that, in the dream it was very realistic. I slowed us down by willing gravity to let up a bit, and we ended up gently floating back down to the ground... specifically, my back porch. Epic fail...

My cat, Patches, woke me up at like 7:30. So early!

The dream took place in a huge valley with mountains all the way around in a U shape looked kinda like forge world in Halo Reach, I did not hit lucidity for a while but the dream stayed the same.

I remember my cousin Ben and my friend Bobby and I all had jet packs. My jet pack took off slow but had more top speed. Ben and Bobby's jet packs were able to make them just explode into extreme speed from standing still and they told me I needed to get one of their jet packs because mine sucks.

This challenged me and I went to a cave which was my room for some weird reason and started building my own from scratch. I was up all night and when I finished I had a full suit like from Iron Man and it was way faster than theirs.


This is a picture of me I thought was relevant.

After many flights with them, we decided to fly to my cousin Daniels house which was also a cave. We told him he needed one and he ended up getting this thing that looks a lot like the thing Jimmy Neutron drives in the T.V. show with the wheel around it and the jets on the back but it was all silver painted.

We flew around and shot at each other and when someone was shot down, they reappeared okay after only one person was left (thanks to my video game mindset).

Then I flew up in the clouds and flew back to earth and all my armor was gone and I was unable to fly again (still not lucid).

It was convenient how I looked at my hands to see if the guns were there but I noticed that my hands were all blurry and this made me realize I was in a dream (not to mention I was thinking constantly before I went to bed "I will have a lucid dream".

I was running toward where my friends had went and said out loud repeatedly "Ben and Jake (my brother) will be around the corner". I walked around the corner and there they were! There were many other people there too a lot of whom were in my church (I go to church today so that explains that). I saw Ben and Daniel (Jake left) and told them they need to help me get my armor back out of the clouds.

As we ran back to the Valley, I noticed the spot in the clouds where my armor was lost had lightning going in and out of the clouds. I said to my self, "My armor will be here" and it floated down from the clouds with a heavenly light on it (it was cool).

My armor was sparkling and shiny sliver color and looked way better than before. Then we flew again for a while and then went back to the area where all the other people were.

We flew back to the spot and I noticed a lot of people were looking at me and then looking away. I still knew it was a dream. The dream ended after successful LFS.

Snow Dragons:

I was in a quaint wood cabin. It was nice and colourful. I walked up some steps, to the front door, and went outside.
It was snowing, although the ground was only covered by a couple of inches.

In front of me, two small dragons were playing in the snow. I never got to see them properly, and sometimes they weren't dragons.
"Want to come to a place with really deep snow?" I asked.
They said yes.
"Get on my back, I don't want you to be uncomfortable" I said, knowing they were only young, and a long journey wouldn't be good for them.
One hopped on my back.
I looked to the left - there was a huge cliff wall, sparkling blue. It's hard to describe, but all I can say is that it was beautiful. I motioned that we should go up there, so we all started flying.
Up and up we rose, me carrying one dragon on my back, and the other flying by my side. As we flew up, one of the dragons started conjouring blue torches by the hundreds, the odd thing is they looked like Minecraft torches - they flew away from him and dropped to the ground. Then I awoke.

Zombie Corridor:

This dream is from another night. I typed out the dream in my journal, but forgot to post it. But I still remember what happened and I'm posting it now.

I was in a corridor, similar to the one pictured below, except whiter and a little wider:


Somehow I knew there were zombies about, lurking in each room, ready to devour me.
I stepped into a room, nervously - it was a child's room. In the corner sat a young girl, next to a baby's cot.
"Where's your Mummy and Daddy?" I asked.
She told me she had no parents, and she was alone and scared.
"Don't worry. If we make it out of here... I'll be your Daddy. It's OK, I'll protect you," I reassured her. I didn't want any harm to come to her.
Nervously, we walked back into the corridor, and I feared for my life.
Suddenly, the girl ran back to her room.
I quickly caught up with her.
"What are you doing?" I said.
"I was scared..." she mumbled.
I grabbed a knife, knowing I would need to defend myself if we saw any zombies. I spotted a bigger kitchen knife, and took that instead. I saw my acoustic guitar, and thought it would make a good shield, so I held it in my left hand.
"Let's go" I whispered.
We shuffled back into the corridor. On my right, a door was slightly ajar. I noticed a zombie crouching inside the room, its horrible eyes glaring at me.
Terrified, we kept walking, only to have another zombie jump out at us. I tried to defend myself, but behind me, the zombie from before was swinging a cleaver at the little girl. She was helping me fight the zombie in front.
"BEHIND YOU!" I said.
I tried to move, tried to parry the attacks, tried to swing my knife, but my arms moved as if they were swinging through thick mud.
Too slow.
Too late.

I awoke.
Like I said, "Zombie Corridor" happened a few days ago. Shame I didn't manage to post it then.
I thought it was a pretty memorable and scary dream.

[INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"]18.12.2010[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT]
[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]The Brave, The Innocent, and The Cunning[/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"](Non-lucid)[/COLOR][/SIZE]

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

[COLOR="#808080"][/COLOR][COLOR="#800080"]I was at first on a highway, where I heard from a police officer that there has been an attempted murder on him, given that he wasn't from the area, I helped him out. He said the he believes that the suspect is camping out somewhere on the highway, I needed to keep a look out because he couldn't see well at night. I pointed out a few people to him, but he said they didn't look familier. The last person I pointed out was someone I knew in real life, LT. The police officer said he didn't recognise him either, but he suddenly shouted, "Hey kid, I just remembered his name, LT!" I quickly looked back and saw L shoot the officer, but miss me, as well as not getting a fatal shot on the officer.

I rushed over and he was stunned and tried to run, but I tackled him and held him down while the police officer cuffed him, a few confused people passed and thought, "What the hell?", but we explained. He told us that he was hired by RD, a person in my class.

I was at school next day and saw RD, but for everyone's safety, acted like nothing was wrong. For this case, I needed to meet someone, but I wasn't sure who. I was riding along the highway and saw a couple of giant, full wine glasses, run by RB, a girl in my class..[/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"](Kinda wierd that I was a part of a LEGAL case and needed to get information at something ILLEGAL, such as a 15 year old supplying wine)[/COLOR][COLOR="#800080"]..RD's girlfriend. I felt bad about telling her things, since she was his girlfriend, she was distraught, but struggled through. She said if he were hiding, it would be at the abandoned quarry.

Later on up the road, I saw mine cart tracks heading out under a giant vault-like stone door. I opened it to reveal a small room with dust, ashes, a decaying skeleton, and another door. Ignoring that, I went on through the other door. Through the door there was a very large room with a strange, kinda of foamish floor and construction tools and materials around looking like something was being built. As I progressed further in I thought I heard a voice, but went on, I then heard someone laughing and ask me, "What are you standing on? Goodbye." I took a look at what I was standing on, I tore a bit of the foam off and realised it smelt like gunpowder. [/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"](Oh no...) [/COLOR][COLOR="#800080"]I ran like crazy back the the door when I heard a lighter flame and saw an explosion at the back, more and more of the floor was exploding, slowly catching up to me. At the last second I got to the small room and closed the door, the asked and bone suddenly made sense.[/COLOR][/INDENT]

These are fragments from dreams that I had well over a year ago.

Dream #1: My Grandmother had died not long before this dream. This is one of the dreams I had

We are in a mall like store. It is around Christmas time. There are bows and decorations everywhere. There are shoppers. I am alone. I then see my grandmother, but she is young. She is wearing a dark maroon velvet dress and beautiful earrings. Her hair is up in an updo and she is wearing heels. She looks so beautiful- she must be in her thirties. She doesn't talk, just smirks and I am chasing her. I don't know what to call her, because she is obviously too young to be a grandmother. She is running around the various display cases and I am chasing after her. Other shoppers start to run after us too. I follow her around until we reach a door in the rear of the store. She opens it and runs down a flight of stairs. I run after her, a younger man behind me. She stops at the bottom, where there is a door. She bars it with her body and I know I can't go in. I turn to look at the boy behind me, and he tells me "We can't follow her there". My grandmother opens the door and its very light on the other side. She disappears into the light.

Dream #2: Same time frame

I am at my grandparents ranch. It is foggy and the trees across the street at large and full grown. It is chilly, misty. I am looking for my grandfather. I see someone rocking in a swing out front. I am alarmed. I walk over to the figure, who is white. It is my grandmother, but she is rotting and dead. I want to scream in my dream, but I can't. I just stare at her, with her eyes and nose both vacant and her flesh loosely hanging on bones.

Dream #3: This may include fragments from many dreams, but they are all interconnected

I am at my grandparents' ranch. I am usually trying to get out a horse or I am visiting my grandfather. It is usually dusk, or getting dark. Each of these times, my grandmother appears. She appears as she was when I remember her being healthy and happy. Not when she was dying from the cancer. I remember I would ask her what she was doing here. I ask her how she can be here if she's dead. She just smiles at me and doesn't answer. I try to tell other people that she's back but they give me strange looks.

Dream #4: I had this dream well over 2 years ago

I am playing in my other grandparents' backyard in Modesto. It is the Oakbrook house. Its backyard lines up to the river bottom. The lawn swoops downward from the house. I remember I am running up and down the backyard. I feel something strange in my ear. I pull it- a blue chord appears. When I tuck it, I can feel it pulling out of my ear. Like its part of my ear drum. I immediately try to stuff it back in, but it is loose and spills out. I am alarmed. I remember it is sunny, warm, and there is a lemon tree in the backyard.

Dream #5: I had this dream well over 2 years ago

I remember sitting in the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. When I open my mouth, I see my teeth are loose. I pull on them and my entire top row of teeth and gums comes loose. It is dark and decayed. It falls from the roof of my mouth in layers, like a layered biscuit. I am horrified and try to push it back up.

Dream #6: This dream was well over 2 years ago

I am at my grandparents' ranch. I can't remember what i'm doing, but I hear an explosion and I see the sky light up in bright oranges and dark plumes of smoke. The shockwave of the nuclear blast reaches me and I am consumed. I then wake up, and I am still alive. My vision is blurry, there is soot and dirt falling everywhere, and I feel my way around. I find it strange that I survived a nuclear explosion. Everything around me is on fire and dead or dying.

I had this dream Dec. 16. Slept more than usual

I was at my parents house. I had parked my car there, but for some reason, someone impounded it. I knew I had to be at work, and was running around trying to find out where the impound yard was. Passersby said it was at the bottom of the road, in the old junkyard. I was trying to find it, but was slow and sluggish and couldn't get there quickly enough. I remember studying the 'No Parking' signs on the road and they showed that I had parked legally during a specific time frame. I was furious.

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Everyone was wearing civil war era clothing. Bright colors, red coats- for some reason. We were out in the desert, moving the troops. I was there with my fiance/husband. He was a colonel of some kind- had authority. In my dream, I had a vision I was going to be shot. I remember falling down, then seeing blood on my necklace in front of me. I told my husband this, and he was concerned, and told me he would protect me. We continued on. We came into a skirmish, I was shot. I remember falling down and my necklace wasn't there. But then I reached in my pocket, and there it was, a bright, silver chain covered in red blood. My husband was there and he was holding me and I told him not to let me go.

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We were inside a dwelling. There were people crying, wearing dark colors. There were a few people seated on a bench, holding vigil candles. I remember being confused, until I saw my husband on the bench. He looked sick. I realized that he was terminally ill. He was going to die. I began to cry too, and I tried to reach him, but they held me back. They handed each of the loved ones of the 'victims' on the bench a token of thanks from the government. I remember they gave me a pendant and a bristled, rug-like material that had on it his coat of arms for my husband. I sank down with the items and I sobbed, staring at him. I was pleading for him not to go. That I needed him. That I couldn't live without him. He sadly observed me, but he was powerless.

A man appeared with a green liquid in clear glasses. I knew it was poison. I began to shriek, clinging to the rug they'd given me. A younger man took the poison first. It bulged in his cheeks as he almost vomitted. It must have tasted horrible. He was afraid to swallow and stood there, the liquid in his mouth. An older woman grasped a glass and swallowed, gagging as it went down. She then sat down and 'dozed off'. I was overcome with grief. I was reaching for my husband as he took a glass. He quickly drank it and then seated himself on the bench. I was crying out for him, laying on the floor, people holding me back, my fingers clawing at the floor. He was looking at me, and I could see the poison working. I was screaming, crying, sobbing. My entire world was ending. I watched him as he slowly slipped away into death. I lay on the ground while everyone died, and then they began to take the bodies away. I stared at the rug and noticed I'd worn claw marks into it. I continued to sob into it.

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I was walking down the streets in LA (or what was in my mind LA). It was getting dark and it was cold. I was walking down the road, there was a large grassy area to my right and older, brick buildings to my left. I was walking and noticed I'd gotten into a darker place and there were homeless people laying by the buildings. I grew alarmed and tried to run, but could only walk. I then spotted the Long family. They were eating a picnic in the park. They saw me and they told me I had to leave with them; that this wasn't a safe place to be alone. We were walking together, and I saw my dad on a bike. I called out to him, but he just kept riding.

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We were in a restaurant and I was showing off my ring to the Longs. They were admiring it. It was sunny and warm. We then walked down the stairs into a courtyard with cobblestones.

I woke up

This one is boring, you probably shouldn't read it. I'm only posting it because I've had so few this month that I've been able to remember when I wake up. I'm curious though, the first 2 months I was keeping a dream journal, I'd recall several dreams a week, even multiple dreams per night, but now... slim pickins... Well, here it is anyway.

Uneventful
Non-lucid

NonDream Non-lucid Lucid

I'm walking outside of the house in which I grew up. My family is living there, and I've been away for some time, possibly at college. My sister and mom are playing in the yard, and my dad is presumably inside. I head for the side yard, and where it used to be a large grassy area with a cherry tree in the middle, there were now stables and a large, fenced in area. I look into the stables as I walk past and see miniature horses inside, a few chewing on some hay, others roaming the pasture area, and still others chillin in their stalls. There are also Canada geese walking around, as domesticated, not free roaming animals. I approach my mom, and we talk bit about the changes they've made since I've been gone. I think it's pretty cool that they've built this stable, and it will be so good for the family to have the extra income coming in from the geese and mini horses.

Time Lost

I'm outside with my sister and my dad, near a campfire on the far side of the pasture from the house. It's daytime, mid afternoon, and the fire has burned down to red coals. My sister is lighting small fireworks, watching them shoot up and explode. I approach them, just as she lights a new firework. This one shoots up about 15 feet into the air and explodes into silver powder, which then erupts into a massive fireball. I can feel the heat and the change in pressure, though I'm about 30 feet away. It seemed almost as if there were a hydrogen balloon behind the cloud of silver dust that was burning, Idk. I came closer, making some comment about that last one, when my dad hurriedly runs over and picks up the spent capsule the firework was contained in with tweezers. He tosses it into a beaker which contains some kind of milky, translucent mixture. He swirls it around, and it begins to foam up. He stirs it some more, and it does so again. He is trying to save some of the explosive material to make more fireworks.

Time Lost

I'm heading back outside, looking for something, I'm not sure what. I head over towards the stables, and go through the gate. I head inside, looking at the miniature horses. They're all in their stalls now for the evening. It's about 6pm, the sun is still up, but the light is beginning to fade. I walk through the pasture, and whistle for a horse to come over to me so I can pet it. For some reason, the horses are not all in their stalls now, a few of them are standing in the space between the stalls in the middle of the stable. Then I make the Click Click thing with my tounge, and the horse looks up at me and starts my way. Unfortunately, a goose is attracted by my whistling and clicking, and decides to come over to me. The horse looses interest and bends down to graze. I'm a bit annoyed by the stupid goose, but will settle for petting it instead. I hold my hand out and the goose pulls its head back, investigates it and allows me to touch it. I touch the side of its head, and go to stroke its neck, but it takes a snap at me. I try this a couple more times, and get mad. Finally I decide that I don't care what it does, I want to pet it! I quickly stick my arm out, and stroke it all the way from its head to its body. It's now the goose's turn to get mad, and it takes another snap at me, this time, actually nicking my finger. I reach out to tousle the feathers on its head, and it chomps down on my fingers, as if it were trying to gnaw with it's little beak teeth. My fingers are inside the goose's mouth for several seconds, and I remember thinking that I had always believed it to be really painful to be snapped by a goose, but it didn't hurt that bad at all!

I was in some sort of convention in a huge gallery complex of modern architecture (lots of glass and steel). I spent quite some time walking around looking at things but I don’t even remember if there was any art to see there. At one point I followed a friend up into an upper viewing space that was conventionally three storeys high via narrow steel stairs but all inside a huge glass and steel building. When I went up there were heaps of people there but there was nothing really to see except for the high up view, which out of my fear of heights (which is always greatly exaggerated in dreams) I refused to behold. I went back down the stairs but stopped at a platform about halfway down where I saw my uncle and was also soon joined by my brother, my cousin and her boyfriend, who was wearing my balaclava which I remembered I had been wearing a while before, and when I verbally noticed it I accidentally addressed my cousin instead of him, causing some confusion and he took it off before anyone else noticed.

We were all sitting around a coffee table that had assorted snack food on it. There were these really delicious but tiny little biscuits that my brother would drop into the bowl of this sweet, sugary, caramel coloured sauce, and then with a teaspoon he would gather up the now sauce-coated biscuits and eat them. I had no such spoon, so when I wanted some I attempted to just scoop them up with my fingers, and my brother stopped me, declaring to everyone in a righteous manner the wrong I had done, and insisted I get a utensil – so I grabbed a butterknife and tried again. Though successful with the butterknife, he seemed to have some problem with it because it wasn’t a spoon. Anxious members of staff kept hovering around our table, waiting for us to finish anything so they could take the plates and utensils away.

When the food ran out, we all departed from the building as everyone was leaving, causing a mass crowd to disperse into the dark streets outside. A whole group of us, which now seemed to consist of a random mixture of family, friends and probably at least one invented character, began walking away in one direction, down a wide street them seemed to be flanked with what looked like volcanic cliffs. The sky was the one of the most magnificent dream visions I have ever seen, as it looked as if no atmosphere existed, so it was a direct view of the intensely shining galactic sea of stars and nebulae. I kept stopping everyone so I could take out my phone and take photos of the view. At one point I saw that the formation of some of the rocky cliffs, when viewed from a certain angle, looked like a basic representation of a human face (like the face on mars), which I likened to Julian Assange. We walked to a point where there was no longer any other humans in sight excerpt for our group, and there was a glimpse of a view where we could see over the volcanic cliffs on the other side of street, it just seemed like the landscape continued on to the horizon with the dark, rounded, rocky landscape, and the stars burned intense in a galactic swirl above.

We got to a point where the road stopped and we had to get onto a very old wooden walkway that dangerously had many parts broken or missing, and it ascended over the now small dark cliffs that we had been walking along all this time. As we went further along this wooden walkway, it seemed we were crossing some sort of threshold and entering a zone of a different nature. Suddenly the walkway ended and we found ourselves in a sunny landscape full of grass, rocks and trees. The dark galactic sky had now been replaced by a bright blue one, and for the first time we saw vegetation. It looked like some sort of huge natural reserve, where the landscape was basically flat and covered with dried out grass. Very prominently there was a wide gravel road flanked by horizontal logs of sun bleached wood along the edges (I frequently stopped to take 'texture photos' of this wood as it was a beautiful grey colour flecked with yellow and green lichen), and every once in a while there were tall wooden signposts that told us a number of distances to destinations. As we travelled along, we saw no sign of human or animal life, and on one side of us a vast eucalypt forest, and a continuous tall rock formation on the side closest to us, that had a concave form that provided relief to us from the sun.

Eventually we got to a place where the rock formation diverged away to create a large grassy space where we saw a large multitude of strange prehistoric looking animals. Amongst them the ones I remember most were these woolly mammoths with patchy grey fur, and these other ones that had a large scaly body of a cross between a kangaroo and a therapod dinosaur, and the head and hands of an ape. For some reason, someone in our group suddenly had a soccer ball and kicked it out into the field towards the grazing animals. This caused all of the non ape-headed animals to stampede away into the forest in fear. However the ape-headed creatures kicked the ball back to us, and then we started kicking it back and forth between us and the animals and it turned into a kind of game. However, eventually the ape creatures approached us closer and we felt threatened. As we ran around trying to dodge them, I suddenly found some sort of ancient arcane tome on the grass right before me and I quickly flicked through its pages to find anything related to animals. I found something that looked like it had something to do with animal control, so I ripped that page out of the book and held it upwards, and this supposedly activated the magical powers within the text, and the ape-headed creatures seemed to stop.

Then they started calmly walking towards me, so I flipped through the book again and found another article that seemed to mention something called “the authority of PETA”, and I ripped it out and activated its power in the same manner as the previous one. The ape-headed animals now started to speak English and were highly intelligent. They queried as to why we were here, as if we were not meant to be, and they threatened to kill us if we couldn’t come up with a sound reason as to why they shouldn’t. The last thing I remember in the dream before I woke up was trying to desperately convince these ape-headed creatures about why the survival of our group was important as I speculated that we might be the last humans left alive, but the ape-headed creatures seemed to regard the survival of humanity as a deeply negative outcome.

After several days of not remembering my dreams, I had an active dreaming night last night. Unfortunately, I had to rush out the door this morning and did not have time to write them down or tell my husband about them which makes them harder to recall. Instead, I lay in bed an extra five minutes or so and recounted them in my head so that I could record them tonight. There were four dreams that I seemed to remember vividly this morning, but only one has stuck with me through the day- and I don't remember it as well now as I did this morning. That's how it goes! I really need to just get back to writing down key words. But this one dream was really weird so it is worth recording even though I don't remember it all.

In which I travel through the woods and meet an authoritarian blob who tells me I'm dreaming but I stay non-lucid anyway...

I'm in a dark, thick and slightly scary forest. It's a fairy tale type of forest, like in Hansel and Gretel, where the trees are so dense that they don't let in much light. The ground is moss-covered dirt, tangled with roots. I'm not me, but a dark haired woman with bobbed hair. An atheletic woman with curly shoulder-length hair is with me. I have to dig a box out of the hard ground.

After a lot of labour, I pull up a soiled old red box about the size of a shoe box. I open the box and there are some objects inside that aren't very valuable, but I can't remember what they were. The athletic woman and I are happy because these objects are necessary for us to enter the clearing.

We come out of the forest and into a clearing. We are standing in front of a cabin or a house that has a large, covered side patio with a few tables and chairs. There are a few people sitting out on the patio. The "man" who owns the house comes out. He is sort of a Jabba-The-Hut type character though I can't remember exactly if he was a man or another kind of creature. He rules over this area, and we are allowed to enter since we have these objects. He is an authority figure and we are under his control, but we are somehow grateful to him.

We are in the woods again and now having the objects from the box is not enough. To enter the house, we have to also agree to be naked. I strip off my clothes and am walking through the woods naked. I get up to the house and the authoritarian blobby man tells me that the objects are enough and that I don't have to be naked. I can put my clothes back on.

I argue with him and tell him that he required us to come naked or else we'd have to stay in the woods. He argues back and says that I'm trying to change the course of the dream by inserting this naked requirement into it when really we are welcome to enter the house anytime. At that point, I notice that I am me again, not the bobbed haired lady. The bobbed haired lady is sitting on the patio with the curly-haried lady. I tell the bobbed-haired lady that I was dreaming that I was her. She told me that I'd been there the whole time, but that I didn't realize I was dreaming.

All of this makes sense to me in my dream, and I even think about how I need to remember to write this down in the morning. But I never really become lucid. For example, I stayed naked even though everyone else had clothes on. I sat at the patio with the rest of them feeling insecure and embarrassed. The authoritarian blob guy seemed really irritated with me. The two ladies were nice, but disinterested.

This is the closest I've come to a lucid dream in a long time, but I haven't actually ever tried to have one. It was such a strange dream that I think I might actively try to induce a lucid dream when I get a chance.