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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.

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[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]Something's Off, But Whaat THE HELL!?[/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE="1"][COLOR="Gray"](DILD)[/COLOR][/SIZE]

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[COLOR="Gray"][/COLOR][COLOR="Purple"]I remember I was going through a backyard [/COLOR][COLOR="Gray"](not mine) [/COLOR][COLOR="Purple"]when I was thinking something was off. I couldn't quite figure out what was off though. I was still pondering what I heard I loud sound, I looked over and saw a pterodactyl flying, then landing. [/COLOR][COLOR="DarkBlue"]Nose pinch, lucid. I was taking in the surroundings, it was night, but I was able to see and there was a fence near me, wanting to see what was on the other side, I ignited it. When it finished burning it revealed...another fence. My mind numbing with that, I turned around and saw some headlights on the road, I got an idea. I went over to the road in waved a guy with an afro on a motorcycle down. He stopped for me and I asked him if I could have a ride...TO THE FUTURE! [/COLOR][COLOR="Gray"](kind of ironic considering he looked like he was dropped from the 80's) [/COLOR][COLOR="DarkBlue"]He just said sure as if it was nothign, but as I got on, the dream ended. [/COLOR][COLOR="Gray"](shame, that could of been so cool)[/COLOR][COLOR="DarkBlue"] [/COLOR][/INDENT]

As I read some of the DJs I always read about zombies and they seem pretty common, so much so that I think "oh not more zombies!" I haven't had a zombie dream in a very very long time. So wouldn't you know that my dream world would have to bring on the zombies.

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Drewam 1: Zombie Apocalypse
Nonlucid
I am walking to a road in a big city with a guy thats a buddy of mine [never seen him before] and on the other side is our female buddy. She has a few guns on her to keep the zombies off but we have nothing. We are trying to get across this heavily traveled highway to her. Apparently it was the start of a zombie apocalypse which had zombies on the street walking around but people still drove in their cars. She waited for us to get to the intersection but for some reason we thought it was dangerous to cross. She didn't want to move much or yell cuz the zombies wouldn't attack unless you looked lively. She yelled at us to moon the cars, to get them to slow down for us, so we could cross. This sounded strange to us and I looked at the other guy with a scrunched up face and we shook our heads as our hands were on out pants. She then yelled and waved her hands in frustration and we felt guilty enough to dodge the traffic but when we got to the other side her waving had attracted several zombies. She waited till they got close and put a shot gun up to their faces and BOOM BOOM, click click BOOM, and their zombie heads were vaporized by the blasts. While I was in a little shock and my ears were ringing she yanked my friends arm "come on!" BOOM, shot one square in the chest, "click click". The shooting was attracting a lot more zombies and we ran for it. Unlike the movies though these guys ran too, well slow running but still. Soon there was a mob behind us of at least a hundred. We ran to a building's doorway where its a safe-house but you are supposed to enter slowly so zombies don't follow you. Apparently zombies don't open doors and search around, they just walk around unless they see a meal. For us there were 200 zombies behind us! We ran in and up a hallway to the 2 hardened steal doors at the end, the zombies couldn't get in at all. The people on the other side were not happy with our huge zombie posse but they were ready for this but they would also have to clear them out at some point. We left their glaring eyes and walked up a hallway. The girl with the guns broke off and went into a room inside a room cuz the zombies would never go in there and they could jump out the windows if things got crazy. Me and the guy decided to find the exit on the other side of the building.
Once out into a hall way there were 2 zombies coming towards us as we lightly ran. He had a knife on his belt which the zombies grabbed at. We then ran faster till we were outside. There were 2 zombies out here and they look surprised to see us. There was a huge chain-link fence (20 feet high). This was good because zombies were the slowest climbers and would probably fall. He pulled out a grappling gun that was spring loaded, he hit back end of it on the ground and the hook shot in the air and over the fence connected by a black rubber rope. I jumped on the fence but couldn't get a hand hold on the fence and a zombie was right next to me. He looked at me unsure how to get a jumping target. I got a hand on the fence and climbed up. My friend was over it already when I got to the top. I saw it was a double fence with an inner fence so zombies would fall between them if they could ever got to the top. I couldn't span it either so I shook the fence till it fell down a bit and jumped to the ground.
On the inside was a zombie free enclosure where people were playing baseball.


Dream 2: Florida House
Not very lucid but with extreme vividness.
I came home to my house which was a single level ranch in Florida [I've seen them and they a very common little white houses made out of cinder-blocks]. I walked into the garage which didn't have the car in it cuz I could pull the car in the neighbors driveway cuz that house was vacant for years and I could pull my car around into my driveway facing the street [I saw myself doing this]. Once inside the very clean and kind of new garage, I found a piece of paper on the floor and picked it up and took it to the garbage pail. Once there I saw that the cabinet was open and there was a piece of paper on a shelf. It was a sticky note of the contact info for a scam artist. 3 thoughts shot through my head, call the number from a payphone and find out what it was about or throw it away. As I reached my arm out to drop it in the pail I thought that I should report this scammer to authorities.
Satisfied I started to walk away but saw my old humming bird feeder in the garbage too. I thought to leave it but I actually felt sad to do that so I took it out and put it back on the shelf. Another thought shot through my head, "we are what we have." I felt proud of myself for having achieved something. I felt that I had finally became who I wanted to be.
Upon awakening I remembered I had this dream twice before. It was exactly the same place and each time felt like the only time during the dream. One dream had me deciding to call the scam artist and another had me throwing the info away. This one I cared about other people and decided to help. Did I set up a test for myself to see if I would do this? I have had 2 other "test" dreams something like this.

Ok...this dream made me go, "what??" when I woke up:

I was just in my room, looking around. Then I looked at my computer, I think, and there was a Skillet video on (go figure) and Ben Kasica, in the background, was kindof singing. I couldn't hear him, but I could see his lips forming the words (which I found really cute cause he never sings. Plus he's cute anyways! LOL). Then suddenly, I was there, in concert, and I saw Ben. I heard him singing,( and heck, he's got a good singing voice in my dreams) and I looked at him all freaked out. I guess he didn't notice that I saw him, and heard him, singing because he just kept singing with the others. Then he looked my way I guess and saw me watching him. Be blushed but still sang. I just started screaming "Oh my gosh, Ben, I <3 u!!!" cause I'd scream that at a concert. He kept staring at me and singing. I think it was "Whispers in the Dark", my favorite song. He smiled after a while and started to sing again. The dream went fuzzy after that and I think I woke up (at like 1:30am -_-) pretty weird eh?

Then after I fell back asleep I had a "false-awakening":

I was in my bed and I heard my phone alarm going off. I checked the time and it said 4:30am. Then I laid back down and stared, next thing I knew, my actual alarm woke me up for real(it was actually 3:40am)

I could have kicked myself after that...-_-

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I am only recording memorable dreams in part to encourage myself to have more of them and because there is no real reason for me to record unremarkable dreams at this point.

December 12, 2010: Waves of Times
Nonlucid for the most part
I was walking along near a stand of trees that were planted in rows. They were young trees evenly spaced and stood like they had been set to a grid pattern. Besides them was a small clearing where bright green grass that has been newly planted carpeted the ground. Here was a picnic table. I felt this loose feeling when time begins to become unhinged in the dream. Then a there was a guy sitting at the table looking lonely, he seemed to be missing his son. I floated over to him and when I looked at him from the back a library started to form around this whole site. A library replaced the small stand of trees. I looked around and waves of times washed through my vision. This looked like sections of instances in time; nighttime, early morning, people walking in the library, no one in the library, kids running around in the library, a librarian quietly putting books back; all in sections as they passed before me right to left. Then the lonely man was seated here again at a table. A shift in time slid by and in it I saw him happily reading a book to his young boy.

December 13, 2010: An Unrelated Narrator
Nonlucid mostly.
I was just wandering around but there was this guy narrating a story that had nothing to do with what I was seeing. I knew the story was totally different from what I was seeing and that the two where not connected. The story made perfect sense and was about some guy doing something unremarkable as far as I can remember. I remember following the story to see if this story was going to make any sense and surprisingly it did.

Damn Nazis! - For some reason I found myself in a snowy German town in 1942. I recall wearing raggedy clothes and a hat. I was with a group of friends when all of a sudden the Nazis came for us. We split up and ran in all different directions. I ran into a park area and hid in a bush, attempting not to move. I tried to stay there as long as I could, sitting still. It was a very small bush. It worked for a while, I was so relieved when a patrol came, talked by me, and then left! But then I was found by another patrol because my legs twitched! I bolted out of the bush and into some sort of bar. They seemed very surprised to see me there and I begged them to help me get away from the Nazis. One of the men agreed, and it turned out he was an SS captain. There was about 10 soldiers racing at the door, trying to catch me. He simply walked into the door, and began blasting away. The women began bawling their eyes out and I thought in amazement that the man just saved my life. I never got caught by the Germans, and I blew a sigh of relief. I had a terrible feeling though that my friends had been killed, however.

Dream Sex! - Me and a smoking hot asian were naked. Great times were had.

Queen Zukin's House - All I remember is that I knew I was dreaming, and I remembered Queen Zukin. I wanted to go see her, but I didn't know how to get there. For some reason I remembered her post about attempting to teleport places through a mirror. I thought this would do, and went to my bathroom mirror. I just on the counter and began going through the mirror, and I thought I could see her house! Then I woke up

It has been a while since I wrote something in my DJ.
Unfortunately, I didn't have the time to post something and in addition, I had not enough sleep during the last month.

But this is changing again. Next week, the courses are free thank God (or better: thank the government). So I will have enough sleep to practice again the whole lucid thing.

Well last night:

I was really exhausted because I studied all the evening long until 11p.m. I went to bed and I want to relax a bit. I instantly felt how heavy my body was. It remembered me instantly of the very beginning of sleep paralyses.
Exactly in this moment, I hear strange noises witch remind me of the sound of a fridge. It came to me in waves. I relaxed even more and I had the feeling that I was floating in the air, raising and sinking through my room. It felt very cool and didn't scared me at all, because I knew it was only in my head.
After 5 minutes or so, I tried to move in thoughts my body. I managed to move my fingers and my hands a bit. I wondered if I was already in some dream or if the sleep paralyses had already gone away.
I want to open my eyes, but I realize that my eyes are already open. It's bright in my room, but I see things blurry. My vision clears up and I realize that I'm lying in my bed. I know that I'm dreaming. I want to get up to leave my bed and to explore my dreamworld. But for some reason, I wasn't able to move. I thought:
- Damn! I feel that my real bod. I have to try moving a bit and not to think about my real body.
I slowly moved my fingers but suddenly, out of no-where ......

..... A DC appears in front of me! He's sitting on my chest! That's why I'm not able to move!

I shouted:
- Go out!
HIs answer:
- No, your chest is comfortable!

I awake. I'm pissed turn to the left side of my bed and fall back to sleep again.

The Next Holocaust

People were falling into a giant pit thousands of feet deep. Inside the pit there were shafts and poles that some people would hit and land on. Their insides would spill out and even though they had just fallen nearly a mile, they were still condemned to a slow, painful death. I had been one of the people to fall but I was lucky to have not been injured. I was hiding in the corner, hiding between some boxes. The police were looking for survivors to bring back up to the surface so that they could try to kill them again. I tried not to breathe. I held my breath as they passed and tried not to tremble in the dark.

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I was staying at a hotel with my mom. She had left to go into the town/city for a few hours. I was snooping around the grand hotel when I heard some men talking.

"At six'clock we'll take em down to the pit and have them gone," He announced. My heart stopped. From the subtle clues around me, I deduced that we were in a holocaust.

I had to tell my mom not to come back to the hotel. This is where they were planning to round us up at so that they could kill us. I texted mom: Don't come back to the hotel - life is in danger. I will run and see you later.

As soon as I acquired my suitcase, I foraged through it and took out any necessary items that I would need to survive as a hermit. I called Bree to tell her what was happening.

"I'll be gone...for awhile. I'm going to try to escape. Do you want to come with me?" I asked her.

"They've already gave me the notice that I am due there as well," She responded. There was a silence. She was sentenced to death. I didn't want to imagine her dieing - I wanted her to come with me, but she refused.

"Bree, please. If you aren't going to try to escape the least you can do is try to fight back. If you don't run they'll kill you anyways," I pleaded, but she only accepted her fate. I couldn't argue with her anymore, time was running out and I had to flee the hotel.

I sneaked out the front door and scanned the perimeter. In the parking lot stood a Hitler looking figure talking to a small group of 3-4 other soldiers. The lawn didn't have any trees so I couldn't dart while they weren't looking and I couldn't wait until the soldiers went away. My best bet was to just make a run for it...Or I could perhaps act innocent and just walk away with my backpack. I wasn't supposed to know what was going on anyways.

I casually walked down the driveway/parking lot, avoiding suspicion. As soon as I got onto the main road I sprinted away. I listened for any yelling from the soldiers, but all I heard was the word Beowulf.

I came across a lady who was selling a horse. I didn't have much in the way to trade her, but I needed the horse for faster travel. I took the horse and told her that I would pay her back later, I didn't have time to lose.

I rode on horseback until I came upon a lake. I realized that we were on a peninsula and the only way to get back to mainland was to ride past the hotel again, which I didn't want to do at this time. It was nearly 6 PM.

I jumped off the horse and let it eat/sleep. Near the shore of the lake there was a ditch that we could hide in. I decided that it would be best if we tried to sleep during the day and then travel during the night.

Up into Space

I realized that I was late for school! I would only make it for my 5th and 6th hour if I drove there now, but I decided that perhaps that was my best option.

I climbed into the car and drove to a city. Joe was running late too and I was so shocked to see him driving next to me on the freeway that I accidentally flipped my car. It rolled and crashed on the shoulder.

Joe turned around and drove back to me on his epic motorcycle. In my vision I saw "Press O to Ride". I pressed O and now Joe and I were both riding on our own separate motorcycles. We raced over a highway bridge. It made a creepy oooo-ing noise when we passed over it. Joe said that the bridge really creeped him out.

There was a different bridge coming up that was unlike any other bridges that I had ever seen before. The bridge sort of looked like this roller coaster (click). It was a suspension bridge and on either side were white roller coaster tracks. There was no railing.

The bridge allowed for sheer speed, but as it came to an end I couldn't see any connecting road! My motorcycle went UP instead of down and I landed on top of the bridge.

The roof of the bridge was extremely high up in the air. I was probably in New York city. I was above the skyline, high enough up in the air so that when I looked down I couldn't see the ground - it was just fog. Instead of the Statue of Liberty there was a GIANT statue of Megan Fox.

I felt gravity giving away again and I floated high and high until I surpassed the Earth's atmosphere. Once I passed it, I felt as if I had just broken through a barrier. The view was absolutely stunning and in pristine clarity.



I was still being pulled out into space as the Earth shook and became a rocky granite surface. I fell backwards onto something hard and realized that I was on the moon.

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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had the intentions of getting lucid last night, but it only resulted in me talking about lucid dreaming with another DV member. I did have a cool nightmare about the end of the world. Other than that, I didn't dream much...

12.00: Bedtime

09.00: DV member at a party
I'm in a car, driving through a very nice looking neighbourhood. The lawns are green, trimmed and everything looks new. I spot a barbeque with alot of people at one house. Alot of cars are parked at the sidewalk. We go for a minute or so more, and arrive at a house. Inside there's some kind of neighbour gathering of some kind. Two guys are making a welcome drink in a large bowl. One of them is my uncle. "We do it like this, 60/60. It's going to be perfect!" he tells the other guy while pouring in a whole bottle of whiskey.

I'm in the kitchen, holding a drink myself. A guy in his mid 20's is talking to a woman about lucid dreaming. "My grandma was one of the first who registered, she's 70 years old" he says. The woman doesn't seem to care. "I have been a member for 7 years now" She walks away and I realise that the guy is actually Robot_Butler "Hey, I recognise you" I say and we start talking about lucid dreaming. He tells me about a thread he's made, and I know exactly what he's talking about. "Yeah I read that just the other day" I say.

09.00: End of the world


A massive nuclear blast appears on the horizon. I'm with Monica and two other people in the middle of the desert. "You're never going to make it" one of them says. "Goodbye" I tell them and jump up on my motorcycle. Monica gets on and we take off. I accidentaly do a wheelie but I quickly regain control. Going as fast as I can, I can hear the rumble of the explosion behind us, and I know the heatwave of it will strike within seconds. I spot a rocky area up ahead and I know it will give us cover from the intense heat. We make it in time, going down a small hollow behind some rocks just as the heatwave hits. I know that's not all, there's a shockwave coming next.

Leaving the bike, we run along the rocky area. The ground starts to vibrate, and soon it's trembling. "Do you know why it's doing that?" I ask Monica. "No..." "Well, it's because one layer of ground pushes on the next, which pushes on the next and so on" I say as we start to climb a small hill of rocks next to a white seven stories building. The ground is shaking violently now and we jump down from the hill into a courtyard. There are a few buildings just like the white one around us. "We should be safe here" I say and the shockwave hits us. The ground behaves just like water would when a wave goes through it. I ride the wave. "Wohoo".

The buildings all around us starts exploding, and glass shatters everywhere. When everything clears up, I can see that none of the houses has fallen. A large hole where the entrance should be, no windows left and most of them are crooked. We walk along the road away from the buildings. We're soon walking through a dark forest. Monica stops infront of a large pine tree with a rope ladder coming down from it. We climb up the tree, and I get this panicky feeling of being last in a dark room. Something's definitely going to grab my foot any second.

Once up, everything's very dark. We're once again back in our little tree house, trying to survive in this world filled with zombies. The tree house is a small rectangular room, only 4 x 2 meters, with a small room to the right for sleeping. A table is right infront of me with all kinds of junk on it, and there's a kitchen counter behind that. I bumb into something and Monica makes a shush. We stand completely still, listening for any sound below. She hands me a pair of black large silverware. I put them away and grab my shovel instead. It's very light.

"Get away from the hatch, if they come up, they'll see you" Monica tells me. I slowly back away, keeping my eyes on the hatch. After half a minute or so, we relax once again. I wish I was back at the house we were in before, where you could sleep without feeling anxious or afraid. I know those times are over. I hate this fucking tree house. "Hand me the gun" I tell Monica. She opens a drawer, pulling out an old revolver and carefully hands it to me. "Be careful! It's loaded" she tells me. I open it up, and is relieved to see all six bullets are still there. I am careful not to let it go off.

I realise we have to get more weapons. Only six bullets and a shovel isn't going to get us anywhere. I look out the small window. The forest isn't very thick, and ends at a lake just fifty meters away. I can see two red houses by the shore. There's a town over the water, next to a harbor. I remember there being a mall there, with glass windows. A plan quickly comes in mind. I would drive by and break a window by shooting at it. Monica would sneak in while I would honk and attract all the undead. Monica asks me if she could open a can of Sprite. "Yeah go ahead" I say. She carefully opens it with a low hiss. "Does this taste old?" she asks me. I taste it. "No it doesn't"

11.00: Fragment
*A zebra lies down at a tree, and starts giving birth. I can see a huge pink thing come out from behind. It's covered in crushed up tomatoes.

Amount of sleep: 10½ hours

Supplements before bed: 2 x Omega-3

That's it! Very cool and scary dream. Had trouble falling back asleep after that one, and the last dream I had was so weird I couldn't even recall it. Well well.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

[Another really long entry, but it's a really good one this time. Sorry for taking up so much page space again.]

I'm on the playground of my elementary school. It's dusk, and there are lots and lots of kids and teenagers on the playground, some playing games, others just milling around. I see one group of kids playing something that they call tackle football; it involves one person on the team holding a bowl of green beans and others holding and occasionally eating spoonfuls of the green beans, while the entire team moves around the field. Curious about the game they're playing, I approach the group.

“Are those green beans?” I ask.

“Yes,” someone in the group says.

The group spreads out a little, and I see that two of the people in it are P. and Thomas[, who first appeared in my dream dated December 7]. The instant I see him, I know for sure that I'm dreaming. “Thomas?” I say, looking at him. He acknowledges me. I'm pleasantly surprised to see him again, and amazed at how completely real all the people around me look. Throughout the rest of this dream, I make a special effort to pay attention to the environment around me, including paying attention to the physical sensations of touching things whenever I can. I'm aware that if I don't, they'll stop existing and fade away.

I start wandering through the playground, heading back toward the school buildings. P. and Thomas are following me. It's now fully dark, but the playground is still crowded. I end up on the sidewalk of the street that runs along the south side of the school and passes the kindergarten before the dreamscape shifts on me.

I don't notice the shift itself, but I find myself walking through the streets of a charming, slightly old-fashioned downtown with square, orderly blocks. There's no one else around. I stop and turn around, attempting to summon P. and/or Thomas by expecting them to be there. It doesn't work; I'm all alone. I shrug and continue exploring. As I had in the previous scene, I continue to notice and marvel at how vivid, detailed, and realistic the environment around me is. Everything looks and feels exactly like reality, yet I know perfectly well that I'm dreaming. I can even feel the asphalt and pavement under my feet. [It didn't occur to me until I had woken up and was lying there, recalling my dream, that I must have looked pretty funny wandering around in public places with no shoes on. ] I remember one of my lucid goals and attempt to walk through a wall into one of the shops. I try it twice, but it doesn't work either time; I'm not surprised at all to discover that the wall is just as solid and “real” as everything else in this dream world. As I continue walking, I think, Wow, this dream is really stable and seems to be going on for a long time. What should I do here? Oh, yeah – the Task of the Month is to hit a DC with a snowball. I'll have to go find a snowball. But there is no snow in this setting, and the weather is clear and bright.

I pass a small shop front on a street corner, with a red brick facade and a walk-up window where you can buy things. I recognize the woman inside as Lisa D., a real-life friend. I stop and talk to her. I say, “Lisa, do you happen to know where I might find a snowball?” She invites me to come into the shop through the door on the side. I stand just outside the door. [I don't know why; recall is a little vague here.] The small shop is actually a short truck, which is backed up to the brick facade with the window in it with its back cargo door open, forming the interior space. Lisa starts up the truck and starts driving it away from the facade and along the street. I walk quickly along with it for a little way, holding on to the frame of the open, narrow door on the side and keeping pace with it. Then I step up into the truck through the doorway and ride in it. I say aloud, “I could float along with the truck, but when the truck is moving, why make the effort?” I vaguely remember another person being in the doorway with me, but if so, I don't know who it was.

I ride inside the truck as it drives up into the mountains. While sitting in the truck, I hold onto the handle of a plastic bucket, feeling the sensation to ensure the dream remains stable. The truck takes me to a town on a mountaintop. I'm on or near a different, fenced-in school playground [I think; again, my recall isn't very good here.] I can see buildings on the tops of nearby hills, and I think I catch a glimpse of a patch of snow on a distant hilltop, but I'm not sure.

[I think] The scene shifts again, and I'm walking around on the campus of a community college. [Day residue; I walked back and forth across my real community college campus several times yesterday.] There's no one else around. This community college campus has slightly more traditional-looking architecture than my real one does, has a different layout, and there are more plants around and they're more mature, making the campus greener than my real one. This is a pretty campus, I think. I'm still admiring how vivid and "real" my surroundings are as I explore them, and I'm still looking for snow, but not finding any.

[Dreamskip? Another scene shift? I'm not sure, but the next thing I remember is that] I'm walking through the interior of a large, recreational building. I'm in a spacious, high-ceilinged indoor space with two swimming pools in it, a large, deep one and a smaller, shallower one, at right angles to each other. There are people in this room, many of them kids, walking around, swimming, and getting into and out of the pools. In one corner of the room is the entrance to a child-care room, which is full of brightly pastel-colored play equipment with little kids playing on it. It's separated from the room with the pools by glass walls. One of the glass walls has sticky gel letters on the inside of it, so that they look backward from outside the room. I can still read them backward, though. When I first look at them, I read them as “Children Sno” and think, Yay, snow! Then I approach the room for a closer look and realize that I've misread them; they say “Children Glo.” I leave the room, walking on the path between the narrow end of the larger pool and the longer side of the smaller pool. As I walk, I complain aloud: “There's no snow here! I mean, I know I've lived in Southern California all my life, but come on! Can't I have some imagination?” [I was complaining about the fact that, even though I wanted to complete the Task of the Month, my mind wasn't creating any snow in my dream world. The explanation I came up with for this observation was that I've never spent a winter in an area where it snows, so my mind can't re-create snow very easily, because I've only experienced it in real life a couple of times, so I don't know what it's like very well.]

Outside the recreational building, there's a courtyard or patio where a large group of people are having a celebration or reception. I walk among them without speaking to anyone. No one takes any notice of me. There are folding tables with paper tablecloths and lots of food set out on them, including oatmeal cookies. [I wish I'd thought to try one! This was the first time I've had the chance to try dream food while lucid, and I missed it! Dang!] Still in search of a snowball to throw, I decide to try summoning one by reaching under a small table of food next to a wall, without looking, and expecting a snowball to be there. It doesn't work. When I look, the only thing under the table is a small, open-topped cardboard box with some kind of party supplies in it, like paper napkins. [I note that in my attempts to summon people or things in this dream, I did not have the same quiet assurance and confidence that it would work as I had at those times in the past when I successfully summoned an object. I wasn't truly focusing on it or believing in it this time, which, I think, is why it didn't work.]

I get up from looking under the table and look around at the people celebrating. I sense that the dream is about to end. I close my eyes, hoping to use that method of teleporting to get to another environment. I just end up looking at the inside of my real eyelids.

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Side notes:

This dream came at the end of a very bad, emotionally draining day and a late night. I was too tired to really try to induce a lucid dream. All I did was get up for a minute or two and go back to bed right before I had this dream, do a minimal amount of affirmations (maybe one or two), and wear my cardboard-square wristband on the inside of my right wrist, which I hadn't worn at all in a while. It may have been one of these things that caused such a long, vivid lucid dream, or maybe it was just the fact that I'd had a bad day and wanted to escape from it all (even though I consciously told myself before bed that that was stupid). I sure did feel a lot happier and better after waking up from my dream, though.

After waking up, I realized two things about this dream:
A) Expecting to be able to summon a snowball was stupid because, unlike the seed pod that I successfully summoned before (see entry dated October 26, 2010), a snowball doesn't naturally exist as a discrete object. You have to make a snowball yourself.
B) I was surrounded by DCs several times. I could have talked to my subconscious and asked for the answers to the questions from my exam that I missed because I had studied those subjects months ago, forgotten about them, and failed to review before the exam. (I'm not saying for sure that it would have worked, but it would have been fun to try. I'm curious to know if it can work.) I actually thought about doing that before I went to bed, but I didn't even think of it while I was dreaming. The only thing it occurred to me to do was to hit a DC with a snowball. Silly me! I will have to add “ask a DC about stuff I should know, but have forgotten” to my list of goals.

One final note: Wow. I now have a recurring, original, named dream character who is neither a pre-existing fictional character nor anyone I know in real life, and seeing him made me go lucid because I remembered meeting him in a previous dream, and here he was again, so I had to be dreaming. That's pretty neat. I can't say for sure that that officially makes him my dream guide, though, at least not just yet. It didn't occur to me to ask him if he was one. If I see him again, I'll try to remember to do that.

Catching up on some missed DJ entries

Camp
Non-lucid

NonDream Non-lucid Lucid

I remember being in some kind of camp, somewhat like a summer camp type thing. There are several small cabins with large bay windows, and all the comforts inside (large TVs, Refridgerators, munchies, etc). Two of my close friends are there, G and P, as well as my girlfriend, S, I'll call them for the purposes of anonymity. We decide we're going to go hiking, though for some reason I get the impression that we're doing it against the rules. After quite a while of hiking, G starts suggesting that we head back rather than get in trouble when they realize we're gone. We ignore him for the most part, and continue hiking

After a while, we come across some kind of racetrack. I can't remember for the life of me what races on the track, but I believe it's a kind of animal, or maybe robots. There is a lead car which is a medium sized remote control car with big, grippy, offroad tires for driving in the mud. It's supposed to run around the track, making the racers chase it. Like the rabbit at greyhound tracks The car veers off of the track when we get close, and drives off into the woods. There are semi well traveled paths throughout the woods, and we stick to those throughout our adventure. We continue to follow the car for quite some time, and it eventually emerges from the woods on the outskirts of the park/property. We realize that we are way far from where we are supposed to be, so we pick up the car and head back towards camp.

We approach the camp on a ridge overlooking the entire site. Everyone has chosen their cabins and campsites already, and we are disappointed and annoyed that we are stuck with whatever is leftover. The car is gone now for some reason There are miniature 'stargates' at each campsite and cabin, and we've got a 4' 'stargate' with us now. To get down to the campsite from where we are, we must get down a 2 level cliff type thing. There is the level we are on, then about a 6 foot drop, sloped slightly, then a ledge of about 4 feet wide, then another 10 foot drop after that. I suggest that we use our small 'stargate' as a sled and slide down the hill. G points out the huge "Keep Off" sign on the top of the hill, directly blocking where we would need to slide down. I try to convince him that it is a dream, and it doesn't matter. Major missed dreamsign lol I point out the stargates around the camp and ask him if that makes any sense. He replies 'no' but he still doesn't want to risk it. I say whatever, and slide down the the first part on my butt, using the sign to propel me faster like on a slide at a playground. I land with a hard thump. The mud is harder than it looks. It hurt my butt, but I told everyone that I was okay, and to come on down. Then, not looking forward to the higher fall, I slid down that as well. I landed on my feet this time, looked back, and we were all at the bottom.

We started looking around the camp, presumably trying to find an empty campsite or cabin. P is hanging with some friends of his in a cabin with humongous bay windows, we can see they're having a good time and don't want to interrupt. Unable to find anything, we head back to the visitors center, and crash on the couch in the lobby. All three of us laying on the couch together. Not fun. An old friend of mine's mom came in and offered us blankets, we told her no thanks, and she left. It WAS really hot and humid. I start playing around with my gf, S, and I roll back and forth, annoying G. I end up falling off the couch, and we all had a good laugh about it.

Not a particularly exciting dream, but it was pretty long, detailed, and with all the fragments I've been having lately, it's nice to have a bit of a plot.

(12/11/09)

I had a very short dream last night. It was something like this:

I found a small baby panda crawling around in my back yard. I remember looking down at it at first from the balcony at the back of my house. I got out and picked up the little cub and brought it in. I don't remember seeing my own hands or any part of my body as I picked the animal up.

I briefly took my eyes off of the little panda and, when I looked down again, it was a grey hamster instead. I didn't see it transform or anything. It was just no longer a panda cub at that point.

Shortly after, I remember waking up.

After finding this site i felt myself reasearching Lucidity, and with last nite being my first night trying the tips out in my dream world i am currently psyched that i was able to attain lucidity for what seemed like a few minutes and then accidently waking myself up. tho id have to say i was psyched i did it, in the dream i was riding in a cab wit a friend that in reality idk, nd have never seen b4, we were checking out an abandon building, as this is a bit normal due to it is a hobby of mine, it wasnt until we entered the building that i realized the outside was familiar, looking outside i saw my grandfathers back yard and after looking at the house i realized it was his house, but the reality check came in realizing that unlike wat my dream logic had convinced me that my grandfather own two exact same houses and only used one, i realized it was a dream, in which i began to begin to pull out, so i calmed down alowing my mind to accept it with things still a bit fuzzy looking, i tried walking around the house. that is when i ended up pullin out of it and awakening, unfortionately i dont remember the others but i was pleased with the success , i want to try to practice gaining lucidity for a few weeks and working with partial to minimal control b4 i star doing other things, i am still psyched