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Last night I had a dream, I was meeting with the Disney Princesses (1937-2009-Snow White-Tina) at Cinderella's castle. I was telling them about the problems I had at home and how I felt "trapped" and how I felt "I can never be the perfect girfriend/or the perfect daughter/now I see that I wasn't meant to play this part/Now I see if I was truly to be myself I would break my family's heart." Than I told them that I was going to move into residence at the college and the (1937-1959-Snow White-Aurora) princesses asked "What is college?" the newer princesses (1989-2009 Ariel-Tina) exlpalined what college is. But when we were talking there was a knock on the door. I had a hunch it was Disney villians-and my hunch was correct once I looked out the window. Unluckily Lady Tremaine once again had Cinderella's fairy Godmother's wand.

I told Cinderella that. But I always happen to have magic up my sleeve (LOL) and I "Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo" the villains back to Maleficent's castle. I listened outside the door of the room the villains were meeting in and they all asked "Who is that woman?" I magiced myself up to the baloncy in that room and I said "I'm a woman who still believes in dreams and the magic. But techinally in my opinion your are all codfish." Than I flew back to Cindy's castle and than we continued talking about college and stuff the new princess said I "should go for it." Than I went "home" (which in this case was a small cottage I lived in by myself) and guess who appeared at the door? Gaston. Lines from the movies happend-in the house scene and I gave him another dose of mud.

I than folllowed Gaston back to the M's castle and I heard them (the villains) talking about having to "Get rid of that woman." (me) in their meeting room. I than raced to Cindy's castle. All the princesses asked after I got in and closed the door behind me "What's the matter?" I told them the incedient with Gaston and Belle interrupted by Belle saying "You gave him another dose of my mud medicine?" I just nodded and I told them what I heard at Malifcent's castle. Than a knock came at the door-it looked to be P. (a boy I know) and I asked him if he would mind me just examing him for a second (I thought he might have been a fake)-he wasn't.

I than sent him to the room where the guys were in. Than went back and Cindy and the others said "How about we forget about the villainis for one night and have a ball." (after asking me who the boy was-I just said he was my boyfriend) I didn't have a gown to wear but the others were helpful and made me a gown that was a mix of colours: blue for Jasmine/Belle, pink for Ariel, and red for Mulan. Than everyone went to the ballroom that night, and P was nevours since he never done a waltz before-I told him just to follow the men. We danced for a bit and somehow dance outside. Than I started singing (Disney) waltz songs starting with "So This is Love" and ending w/ "Beauty and the Beast". After all those dancing P and I were in love. After the last dance I told P. "Remember to believe in the Dreams and the Magic."

The two afternoons after the ball, a maid shouted there was the castle was on fire. I magiced up a fire alarm and pulled it. In the middle of the rush outside I got kidnapped-I know I was kidnapped since someone put a hand over my mouth to prevent screaming. I was taken to a M's 2nd castle and locked into a room. I did say "Let me out".

The Disney Princess and P noticed later I was missing-since I wasn't in the castle, and I wasn't in the thatched cottage. Ariel checked in w/ her dad if there had been anyone done there, and Snow White checked with her 7 friends. The answer was always negative.

In the mean time I was stuck in the room, and the fireplace opened. I was too booksmart to go into the fireplace but I also was too curious. The curiosity part run over and I went into the room behind the fireplace. I than went up 4 flights of stairs and I ended up in another tower room the only thing in the room was a chocolate bar . I ate it and fell asleep. I was placed back inside the locked room, but this time on the bed and w/ chains.

The Princesses' animal friends saw what happened and went to communicated it w/ the Disney Princesses. But considering everyone was trying to communicate at once-it was a bit hard to unstand until the Prince Adam (Belle's prince) shouted "QUIET!' Cinderella asked "Jaq what is it that everyone is trying to say?" Jaq replied "When the fire 'happend' when everyone was racing outside Anne got kidnapped and she was locked into a room in Malifcent's second castle. Somehow when she was in there the fireplace opened, and at first try to prevent herself from going into the room, but her curosity won over and she went into the room. When she reached the top of 4 flights of stairs she went into a tower room, and there was a chocolate bar" Snow White interrupted "It was a poisned chocolate bar wasn't it-she fell asleep didn't she after eatting it?" Jaq just nodded.

Then the Princesses and the Princes tried to convince P. to rescue me. But he wasn't sure he was up to do it. But he remembered what I said about believeing in the magic and dreams. After P got convinced, all the princes pitched in items that might be helpful for P. In the end? Good over evil won-thanks to pixe dust, and beilieving in the magic and dreams.

I remember walking down a road with a few other DC's. We were armed and every location we encountered was abandoned (assuming due to a zombie virus). The locations were eerie and quiet. We went to an apartment complex or something and I found a weapon cache in a downstairs room. This is where the dream becomes much clearer for me, or I just remember more of it. I found a .308 rifle and a box of 8 round of ammunition. I start searching around for more but couldn't find any, I found a .308 spring though, and took that. There was an insane DC in the building screaming at us to get out of the building, and eventually we did. WE entered another building which actually turned out to be a bar with a full on party going on. There was a brief tangent where I saw some moron from one of those ghost hunting TV programs battling a ghost with a table leg (What?).
But then something happened, I was standing in a place which appeared close to the student lounge at my school. I don't remember exactly what caused it, but I found the situation and setting unbelievable and RC'd.

Sure enough, I realized it was a dream and became lucid.

I stopped what I was doing and let the dream around me adapt to my new awareness (As I read in one LD guide). I saw flash of silver, several of the DC's disappeared and the dream kind of collapsed but then restabilized around me. The room was less populated. To test out some of the influence I had on the world, I pictured a huge empty parking lot outside the room. I walked to a window, and sure enough, right outside was a huge parking lot with a storefront in the distance. I walked outside intending to use the open area to practice conjuring DC's or objects but something passed in front of my left eye, and I lost all dream vision from it. I tried closing both eyes, and reopening them with the explicit intention of bringing the parking lot back, but when I reopened my eyes, I thought I had woken up and lost lucidity.

The last part of the dream I remember (it was non-lucid) was from the perspective of a pirate captain or something. I met Death who I apparently had a friendship with, either that or he had no power over me. He was actually in the area 'on business' and briefly talked to me and gave me a high five when he left (The high five not killing me).

This is my first LD since joining DV.

Reality check: Just returned from SA where I met this cute guy who works under this tourism company and serves as my instructor in jet boating.
Dreamt of him just now.

Vividness: 9/10
Apparently I missed my flight back. Went to look for him at the place where I signed up for my jet boat activity because he came to me as a caring, quiet, shy guy. A little show-off but nonetheless, human nature.
My baggage was in the flight, so I'm left with my little backpack and a few thousand Rand, aka ZAR (currency). I remembered being very confused and lost and asked for a job at the same tourism company cos the first thing that crossed my mind was I needed the cash.

Wasn't hired at all. I was a minor. Because i knew him earlier, he said he would help me but giving me a little sum weekly if I could clear the mess in his apartment. He handed me his keys, his number, gave me the address and a few Rands and off I went. He rushed off to what he had left off earlier.
Studio apartment with brick walls, a brown rugged loveseat, king sized bed with a white and black marble bedpost. Standard hotel bathroom with a shower and a bathtub. The so-called living room where the loveseat stood was a little messy, the shelf beside it with books arranged untidily. The rest was okay. No beer bottles, chips, nothing.

Pretty tidy for a guy.

I started cleaning up, arranging the books. The fridge was skimpily stocked. But the kitchen looked homely to me. There were tins of biscuits and cereals in the cabinets above the stove. I called and asked if I could wear one of his big shirts cos obviously I didn't have my clothes with me. He said sure thing. I said thanks. "It's my pleasure." he replied. he had to have the last word.

I went to take a shower and noticed all the hair care products lining up against the wall on the sink. I can't remember specific brands but there were purple and orange ones. Looking at them I suddenly thought of his dirty blond hair and how it swayed with the breeze and flapped with the strong winds of the sea. I sang in the shower, relieved to have received help with someone I knew for 2 hours. Nevertheless he seemed harmless and decent enough.

He told me he knocks off at 8:45pm and would return by 9. I went into the showers at 6 plus. Near 7. He returned at early 7 o'clock. Of course, he had to take early leave to get dinner for me. What a burden. I forgot his shirt and walked out of his bathroom wrapped with a fluffy towel. He heard me singing apparently. He had takeaway in his hands and he was about to knock on my door. I mean, I have the first person, and third person view. So basically I can see myself and him interacting. And from the looks of me, I have a crush on him.

If not why would I dream of him in the first place?

He saw me. Gasps, and walks out with the takeaway meant for me. He wasn't speaking physically but he emits this "I need to take a breather" signal. So he stood at the doorway leaning against the railings. He came in later looking for his cigarettes which I hid. He DEFINITELY doesn't look like the type who smokes. Dirt green eyes speak of a bleak past but his dimples and sexy lips are gentle enough to revive a flower.
(There are no verbal communications at all. Just mind-reading.)

Where are my cigarettes?
I threw them away.
*awkward silence as his face flushed a little with a tinge of anger.
Don't touch my private things.
I'm sorry.. and reached out to retrieve the pack of cigarettes from behind the counter where I hid it.
I didn't throw them away at all. I just want you to quit smoking. It's a little nuisance of me...but I have uncles who died from smoking.

I remember biting my lips hard as I waited for his response.
It's okay. You're probably right. My sis wanted me to quit a long time ago.
With that, he threw them into the bin. I was caught off-guard by his sudden change of mind.
i ate as he observed me eating, but somehow it doesn't feel uncomfortable like it always does to me.
I know I am dreaming because I can feel the heat coming from my bed as I tossed and turned.
and besides, it's totally impossible for me to be there with him.

The next day I found a box of unused condoms which were expired. I smiled because this meant that he hasn't had sex in a very long time.

Suddenly a few weeks past, I know that because all of a sudden I am familiar with him. He said something about his past and gave me funds so that I could stock up his cabinets, fridge and whatever that needs to be stocked up. He was less shy and gave up smoking, and told me about his nightlife when i mentioned the expired condoms, with a burst of courage of course.

Turns out he wasn't the party type. (I saw a party bus in reality and this got infused into my dream) He met this girl in a party bus, which he didn't get on, and I'm surprised I didn't develop my dream further into how he met her. So the mystery remains there. I figured out she left the party bus and met him in the local bar. The un-wild type. The country type. She played along with him and he thought he really liked her. He had plans for her to move in with him. He saved and scrimped, but luckily those funds were not cheated away by her. He saw it then, how their futures clashed when her boyfriend surfaced into the picture.

After that episode several similar ones followed. He asked if I had a boyfriend. I laughed and replied, I'm only 16! We chuckled. (in which I recalled youtuber's Charlieissocoollike saying we can't 'chuckle darkly' infused in my dream.) I told him about how strict my mom is about dating and how she seemed to dislike all of my decent friends. And how she doubts people around her. Which is very true indeed in the real world. Suddenly my parents were out of the picture and I didn't develop the area which I was supposed to go to the airport to check for news of them any longer. Everything revolved around us now. I knew although the problem (returning me to my parents) has altered, it would come round again.

By now his friends knew something was going on with him. He came into work smiling and leaves early. The time in my dream seems to pass more quickly, and i know I am wakening soon so I try to prolong the dream but ended up fast forwarding to the major bits. He got invited to a party but I didn't go with him. At this point of time something tells me that we were together, already kissed, but I didn't dream of that part. Did visualise it in my dream though. Oh, and, we slept on the same bed because I was guilty of having him sleep on the couch which he falls off often. No physical touching or heavy petting of course.

Someone knocked on the door.
It was one of his friends.
Unlike him, his friend was suave in an evil way. Don't get me wrong, he's charming and cute, but not handsomely suave.

I didn't open up. Something tells me something was wrong. I waited for his return but accidentally fell asleep on the loveseat. He returned and I told him about it.

Strange. He said.
That's my friend who hosted the party.
(I didn't know how I knew that guy's name cos apparently I never asked and he never say. That part was undeveloped well)
Some part of me thought that that guy hosted the party to get him away from me.

Fast forward again. To the scene where he sat next to me in the plane back to Singapore. I don't know what the heck happened to his job and that guy, but I recall him signing an apartment lease. I remembered going through the customs, where I went through via the automated thumb print machine which my international passport had registered. So it was an easy job getting through. It's something I've always been proud of in the real world. My international identity and those speedy thumbprint machines that only my country has. Which made me feel so welcomed and professional. I recalled laughing at him as he waited in the queue, a little grumbly in an animated way.

I met my parents. My parents remembered him. My mom doesn't like him.
I told them he was with me and we like each other. My mom looked angry. My dad looked okay. He's always friendly. I'm hoping he would approve of our relationship. My mom didn't seem to be convinced. I was maddening impatient by then because it felt like I've spent hours in the arrival hall convincing them when finally I blew my top and lied that I've slept with him.

My dad, the friendly one turned hostile. He didn't yell. Something radiated from my dad.
A choice. He wanted me to choose between him or my parents.

I woke up because I didn't dare to face my own answer. And something in me that knew that woke me up.

It started out in a school. I was one of those loner types without many friends. The city was as usual for my dreams: Distorted and small. As I recall I only had two companions. One that was from reality (sorta: internet), another was completely fabricated. He was a scrawny boy with short black hair and a meek demeanor, a carbon image of what you'd imagine the token bullied kid to look like. There was a junk yard with RV's and old cars and stuff (even an airplane, as I recall). One of my only friends (reality guy) said that there was a scientist who lived there and he was up to something. I saw him break into what appeared to be a sophisticated lock on an RV and go in. The inside was... Creepy. Like some kind of hospital-esque labyrinth. Then he disappears. No idea what happens to him...

I happen to meet this scientist on another day and I don't remember what he did to get me back in that junk yard (might've used the 'I've got your friend so come with me' trick or simply lured me into a false sense of security), but somehow he did. He sat me in an abandoned car on the passenger side. The foot space was open and led to somewhere very dark. I watched him put his cheap plastic disposable gloves on, like the kind they put on you while going through a mirror maze so you don't smudge the glass, as he told me there are parts in there where I would not be able to turn around. But he did so with a smile. Nervously, I entered. I didn't want to... But I also didn't want to stay with him. The place was very macabre, almost like one of those haunted houses you walk through. Bloody sheets hanging from the ceiling, rusty gurneys taking up space, flooded floors with murky waters. I came upon a room where I met the black haired meek boy. That was when I recalled we'd both been here before. I'd previously been attracted to him and perhaps taken advantage of his insecurities, then showed him something horrible the previous time in the labyrinth. I think I might've almost killed him... Either way, I tried to lead him out. Tried to help him.

We walked into an open room where a man with thousands of stuffed animals resided. He was pudgy with curly black hair and a beard, clothes obviously dirty and old. He started ripping up the stuffed animals that surrounded him saying "I'm so mad I could kill everything!" I tried to take my friend out, but he fell to the ground, taking me with him. I begged him to come with me, but he was distraught because he didn't want anything to do with me anymore So I left him there, hurt and angry at his words, continuing through the maze. I came upon what looked like a diner. Everybody had crooked teeth, much what you'd imagine a southern truck stop to be. One of the women (fat and ugly with one of those moles on her face, blonde hair tied back in a pony tail) worked for the scientist. The rest of them ignored me completely, even when I tried to say something. She bought me food and other things I'd need to live, since apparently I wasn't going home. There was a city outside of the windows. A large one... That looked as if it was made of trash. Apparently we were a few stories up (don't ask me how that happened). Then she took me somewhere...

And I can't remember the rest. There are bits and pieces I recall, but I have no idea what order they happened. There was more than just a scientist living in the junkyard. A couple of nuclear happy families with no problems whatsoever, even though they lived in abandoned cars and airplanes... And I recall the diner lady giving me paint brushes of different sizes and shapes. I believe that was towards the end of my dream when I was about to wake up.

I don't remember all of my dream last night,but i was at my high school, and I walked to the third floor. I started out by the entranceof the driveway by the school, and i walked to the third floor using the stairs and into the classroom only to find that I had forgotten my backpack in the parking lot. I freaked out because i didn't want to be late for class by running back down so for some REASON an idea came to me. I visualized where I wanted to go and closed my eyes as I fell backwards onto my back. When I had opened my eyes, it started out a bit blurry but I was in the parking lot laying down and i got up. Some people wre kind of confused as to why I was laying down in the middle of the lot but I just got up and ran away

The last part of my dream was putting my wifes dog on a leash, and the dog was trying to bite it cuz it didn't wana be on the leash.

Real life Dream Lucid Nightmare Dream sign
For me to remember, dreams are #067300, and lucid dreams are the color below blue, #4169e1. Nightmares are dark red, #8b0000, and dream signs are the light purple, which is up one and left one from blue, #483d8b.

Yay! My first lucid dream where I actually did something. This was the last dream of the night, and it was VERY long. I don't remember all of it, and I might not remember everything in the right order.

Harry Potter dream
I am Harry Potter, and I am in the Harry Potter universe. Over half of the dream happens, then I start remembering stuff.

I go up an elevator into some secret base. The lights are dark. Someone's giving me a tour of the place. There's all sorts of technology in rooms with walls made of red chain link fence. There were some other people there. He showed me the rooms. Then he pointed to a Tesla coil inside one of the rooms. Later, we get into a conversation about who can enter and exit the complex. I asked if Malfoy could enter. He said no.
NOTE: Spoiler ahead, select the proceeding text so that it's visible only if you've already read the 7th Harry Potter book: (Or if you don't care)


I argued. "Why can't he? He's actually good! He was horrified when Dumbledore died, and never wanted to kill anybody! At the end of the Battle of Hogwarts he switched sides!" The tour guide was adamant. I couldn't convince him.


Dreamskip.

Me and a group of people ran to some room. The entrance was a small wooden door frame at an angle, with a shield sort of thing instead of a door. It looked like a film of rippling cyan water, but you could put your hand through it like air. You could see through it. The room was filled with cameras. We needed to put something (A shoe? Not sure.) inside it. I ran through the shield and stepped down a small staircase of cameras, threw the object inside the room, and climbed back up. I wondered if the cameras could see me.

Dreamskip.

We all apparated away. I don't remember apparating, but I know that's how we all got where we were. We were at a group of four picnic tables in a 2x2 grid, on the roof of some tower, thousands of feet in the air. There were no fences on the edges to keep us from falling off, but none of us were concerned about it. Everyone apparated in with black ponchos on (in the dream, everyone had to wear those to aparate) and then took them off. Then we all started eating food.

I waited a while, and asked someone, "Aren't we supposed to be fighting Voldemort?". He just kept eating. I stood up between two tables, with either foot on the benches of the two tables, and said to everyone, "Why are we eating? We need to keep fighting Voldemort!", No one replied.

Dreamskip.

I was shopping somewhere with my Dad. I heard lots of people saying "Oh my gosh, it's Harry Potter!" and stuff. I dropped something we bought. It was a foot and a half wide red ball. I chased it through three shops. After the second, someone picked it up and tossed it somewhere else. After the third shop I finally got it.

We entered a shop to buy something. The walls were green. I suddenly had the thought that maybe I was dreaming. Out of curiosity I tried to hand whistle (which I can do very well in real life) and it failed. I felt air blow up I pant legs. Yeah, I'm probably dreaming. I tried looking at my hands, because apparently hands look weird in dreams, and... whoah! I had four fingers on one hand, one of them floating in mid-air, and three tiny fingers on the other, with no thumbs at all! I am so totally dreaming. What should I do? Fly? (I forgot to do the increase-clarity follow-through) I tried to fly. Instead, I jumped over ten feet into the air and slowly fell back down. I said "Look, Dad!", but he ignored me and continued focusing his attention on the store clerk. I kept hopping and looked around. I looked at all the corners and walls of my surroundings. I was amazed at how the mind can paint such realism, yet it's so difficult to put it on paper. My dream started to fall apart. I unfortunately realized I was dreaming near the end of my REM cycle, so I didn't have much time to play.

I'm glad I finally had a lucid dream that lasted. I had decent control for a beginner. I heard some people couldn't hop very high at all on their first try.

*I got hit in the head yesterday by my friend's fist (it was by accident) so that might have something to do with this dream.*
***Please let me know if this was lucid or not! Thank you!***

I was staying with my grandparents in what seemed like this mix between a mansion, an apartment, and my house. I think it was haunted. I was looking at a painted family portrait and I remember being intrigued by a little blonde boy. I pointed him out to my grandmother, but she said he was no one. I somehow knew that it was her son who had been lost/died and (in the dream) I think I knew that I knew that because I had had this dream before.

I was walking in an abandoned hospital with my best friend Julia. It was all dark and musty. It may've been storming outside. This ghost of a nurse ran by me. She was dressed in the stereotypical nurse's uniform; mid-length skirt, button-down short-sleeved shirt, hair in a tight bun, and cap with a red cross on it. She said hi to me as she ran by, and I said hi back.

I was in the basement of my house. There was a a heavy-set woman with thick curls and glasses sitting in my dad's arm chair. I asked her about my grandmother's son, but the woman said he never existed.

I was exploring my grandparent's house. I came across this one room and opened the door. The room was pitch black. I turned on the light, thinking I was gonna find like a dead body in the bed or something. Turned out to be my grandfather in the bed who I had awoken when I turned the light on. The TV was also on.

I was in this school like building with Julia. We came to this padded area. Two of the gym teachers from my middle school were there. They told us we had to stay there. Something bad was happening, but it was never specified what exactly. There were a bunch of other students sitting on the mats. I knew we needed to escape. I asked Julia to go get my shoes that we had left at the other entrance. While she was gone, I knew from my previous dream that there was a way out. I found a door that led into a gym. She came back with mine and hers, too. I was putting on my shoes, they were flip flops, and they ended up being the ones I have in real life, black with a paint splatter pattern. Then we both bolted through the gym.

I was walking up the stairs to the back door of my house, which leads into the family room. My mom was there, and so was this girl I go to school with, Leah, and her mom. Leah admitted to having something to do with the ghosts. Then I woke up 10 minutes before my alarm went off :-(

12/3/10 - Parting Kiss
Dream Non-Dream Lucid

I was in my school with a bunch of other kids, late at night. I didn't know any of them except for this cute blond guy around my age; I think I had a crush on him or something.
Apparently we were locked in for some unknown reason, and everyone was pretty much cool with it except me because there was somewhere else I had to be.
I snuck off from the group and made my way towards the school gate to try and get out. The blonde guy followed me.
There were some obstacles or security of some sort that we had to get through, I don't really remember, but by the time we got to the gate we had some romantic moments or something. Again, I don't remember.
So at the gate, he helped me pry it open and I just barely slipped through. The gate then snapped back into place and he was unable to move it again.
I was outside, he was inside. I asked if I'd ever see him again, and he said, "I don't know, but here's something to remember me by," and we kissed through the bars of the gate.
After we parted, I ran off down the dark street and woke up.

Non-lucid Lucid Side notes

I went to bed at 2:00 am and woke up at 7:30 am to attempt a WILD. It didn't work, but I had a very entertaining lucid dream as a result.

I am in a hotel room with three guys my age and some random old lady. One of the guys is really nerdy and is annoying the living daylights out of everybody. This hotel room has bunk beds and I am chilling on one of the top bunks. We want to go outside of the hotel and are all talking about where exactly we want to go. We can't decide on anything, and then from out of the blue, the nerdy guy says, "Polka Town!" and slaps his knees repeatedly. I am beginning to wonder if he has a mental disorder. All the other dream characters somehow think that going to this "Polka town" would be a good idea. So they go over to the window that overlooks an empty green field, and one by one jump out of the window. Our hotel room is on the third floor so I am very shocked, but then I come to the conclusion that this is a dream and I become lucid.

I jump out the window as well and fly with them over the empty field for a bit. We land in some Victorian-style town and everything somehow becomes animated. All the towns people are ambling around and playing accordians. None of them are good at playing, so all of them combined sounds like a jumbled mess. When they see us, they go berserk and start to chase us. They are filled with a rage virus like in 28 Days Later that makes them want to eat brains and play crappy polka. We sprint away from them, and at this point there are about five other normal people with us who are running away from the bloodthirsty polka folks. One guy has a club, so he stops momentarily to get a good swing at a towns person. He clubs this person in the head, but three or four other towns people quickly descend on him. An attractive black lady who is running with us from the towns people also stops running for some reason. Her husband, who has the rage virus, runs towards her and is about to eat her brains. However, he changes his mind suddenly because he recognizes his wife, drops his accordion, becomes normal again, and tells his wife that he missed her. We decide that we've had enough of polka town (no country hospitality whatsoever) and fly up into the air again. We fly back through the window and into our hotel room again.

I remind myself that I am still dreaming. I look at the walls of the hotel room and there are large grey numbers everywhere. Even though we were almost ripped apart by crazy polka folks, everyone is thanking the nerdy guy for his recommendation. I say it actually wasn't too great and he punches me in the arm. The nerdy gives jolly ranchers to everybody, but gives me a yellow flower. He says its a powerful and dangerous drug that I shouldn't try (not sure why he gave it to me then). I pop it in my mouth and eat it up because I'm not afraid of the effects since its a dream. It tastes very bitter and very sour at the same time. A warm sensation rushes through my body, and everything suddenly becomes much brighter. I look out the window and see that there is a big snow storm (which is a hallucination because it was nice and sunny before I ate the drug). I am majorly trippin' and am laughing like a crazy person. I look at the dream characters and see that they have freakin' chimpanzee faces. I say to them, "heh heh heh... You guys have monkey faces... heh heh".

I walk through the door and out into the hallway to explore the dream level a bit. The effects of the drug wear out when I'm halfway down the hallway. I remember my dream goal to enter another world via a door portal. I walk up to a hotel room door, imagine the planet Pandora from Avatar on the other side and open the door. To my disappointment, it is only a bedroom with dark blue walls and lots of lava lamps. I walk inside, go up to the window, look out of it and see a large expanse of jungle. I get excited and leap out of the window. I fly over the jungle and want to land on the ground and have an adventure. I can't enter it however, because the landscape gets all hazy and two-dimensional. I am afraid that I'll wake up so I fly back into the hotel.

I decide that I want to have sex with a hot girl so I start looking for women. I see an open door to a hotel room, so I walk into the room but there's only some fat chick playing a keyboard. I am awkwardly silent for five seconds, say hi to her, and walk away. I walk down another hallway and it leads me into a mall. There are restaurants and clothing stores and such, and I see lots of beautiful women in bikinis walking around in a clothing store on my left. I walk in to the store, approach a tall blonde woman, and ask her if she wants to have sex with me. She is repulsed and tells me to screw off. I see another woman who is tan, brunette and much more beautiful than the one who rejected me. I walk up to her try a different tactic by whooing her. She likes me so she says "bite me". I grab her behind and before we do anything I wake up.

This one might scare some people. I am not sure what policy affects it. Viewer discretion is advised.

Grizzly in a psychedelic kind of way. Scary and ominous, but it brought me nothing but fascination.

I am in a bus with my mother. Apparently I have decided to kill myself, for I get off and abandon her, thinking forever, at the world's hotspot for suicide. There are people everywhere, jumping into the air and falling back down face first like swallows, practicing their jumps to the death. But some people have come here to live, too. They are peasants, and seem at ease, desensitized. Almost a bit as if though they have no emotion at all. It is an area ripe with nature, only a few huts house the inhabitants. Some of the peasants are cultivating a kind of yams that apparently grows from trees and falls like a lawn-dart, with a long needle-end, piercing your skull into your brain. While being deadly, they also taste sweeter than anything in existence. These are everywhere, constantly falling with a light crack, ominously. The people who have decided to die chase them merrily, pledging themselves to the ambrosia they offer until the fatal fall occurs. One stunningly beautiful and intelligent looking young woman offers me to come closer and taste some of hers. I am appalled, and yell that in no way would I do that, I could die, and how could she live with herself cultivating those things. She asks me, if I came there not to die, what then? I am silent.

[This is a catch-up post. This dream is from the night of November 25-26.]

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

I'm attending a writers' workshop at the home of author Beverly Cleary. Every single wall of the house is completely covered with filled bookshelves. I'm walking through the house, picking my way among people in sleeping bags lying on the floor.

Dreamskip. Now everyone is awake and listening to Cleary speak. She announces to all the attendees that she's retiring from writing. Her assistant says: “Does anyone have any questions? Real questions? Realer questions?”

One of the other attendees asks if anyone else there is willing to answer a question, and I volunteer to answer it, saying, “I can make a halfhearted effort at answering.” I say this because I don't think my answer can possibly be anywhere near as good as Cleary's. The assistant introduces me to the other attendee with the question as the author of the forthcoming novel “Artist.” In the dream, I know that the assistant is referring to my current NaNoWriMo novel [the one I was working on in real life when I had this dream], but I think, That's not the right title. [At that point, I hadn't given that novel a title yet in real life, but I still somehow knew that that wasn't the right one.] The other attendee gives me a thin ARC [Advance Reader Copy] of his (or her? I'm not sure) new book, and asks me if I'm interested in reading it and how long it would take me to read it. I am interested, because it has Piers Anthony's name on it as a reference, and is obviously high fantasy based on the cover design. I flip through it and say, “I could read this in an hour, maybe two.”

The other attendee and I walk through the house, which is crowded with workshop attendees. In the room where we end up, there are some people sitting around a picnic table, and David C. is one of them. The other attendee who gave me the ARC asks me something about what the group dynamic at this writers' workshop is like. I answer, then start telling him (her?) about the characteristics of the T./M. Writers' Group [I don't know of one in real life, besides the NaNoWriMo group] and F. Writers Read. Then I woke up. This one was so cool that I thought about trying to DEILD back in, but I didn't because I knew I'd already moved around too much.

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Side notes:

This dream was awesome. Not only did I have particularly good recall, especially for the many spoken conversations in the dream, but even better, somebody introduced me as the author of a forthcoming novel. Being the author of a published novel is one of my biggest real-life goals. Also, the night I had this dream was the night before Black Friday, and I had set a goal for that day of breaking my previous personal record for the most words of fiction written in a single day. I succeeded. I think this dream indicates that my intention to finish the draft I've started without stopping at the end of November had taken root firmly in my mind. Rawk.

So for the past few nights I haven't been sleeping well at all due to real life things that needed to be tended to. Finally got most of those out of the way so I have more time devoted to sleep, thankfully. (Between working out and working, I'm worn out.) I'm not even sure anyone reads this but myself, but what the hell, ya know?

The Blizzard that Blanketed the World - I dreamt we have a HUGE blizzard and for some reason I was in my Ghillie suit (Off note: Yes, I own a Ghillie suit.) I was with Cole, and we were walking through it, barely being able to see in front of us. I decided to venture off on my own when he said he was going to wait for a ride. I thought my house wasn't far away, but somehow I got lost in a village of shacks, seemingly like I was thrown back into Medieval Europe. I was stumbling about, freezing and I knew I was near death. Someone asked if I was alright, and I said told them I wasn't and that I couldn't feel my fingers. The man ran up to me and gave me some fluid I thought was water, but quickly I learned it was whiskey. I got pretty drunk. It felt strange, and I stood up and started walking, though It was more like hobbling, around. While the man and an older woman, probably his mother, argued about giving me liquor. I stammered around thinking "I'm Drunk. I'm drunk! Body, can't you see I'm drunk!". The man and woman decided to take me in until the storm passed, and I was able to live in a giant basement that I pimped out and I got through by helping people with their plumbing.

The Iron Dragon vs The Iron Man - I was in some sort of labyrinth made of steel and lava with 4 other friends. We were decked out in futuristic armor and I had some sort of gun that shot in bursts, it kind of resembled an M16, but not quite. Me and my friends were going through the labyrinth which had doors of fire, and we saw a giant dragon which seemed to be made of iron, or the same material that our armor and weapons were made of. We began shooting at it, and slowly but surely taking down it's health. Then all of a sudden all the fire doors opened and we were no longer safe from it. It charged at us and I dove out of the way. Then we got past it and it chased us through the maze of hallways and platforms. Before I knew it I was separated from the rest of my friends and with the dragon on my tail. I had a good hunch that my friends were dead, and as soon as I thought of it their names popped up in my HUD (I had a helmet on) with KIA next to their names. All of a sudden I was desperate, and I knew I was probably going to die. Almost resigning to my death, I instead pushed on and turning around at corners to send bursts into the dragons head, which did almost nothing to it. I found myself sprinting across the platform surrounded by lava we first met the dragon at, and something, or someone said to me "You are in charge here. You choose your fate." All of a sudden I turned around, saw the dragon about 30 meters behind me, shot some bursts into it, and it charged at me. When it was not a few feet away from me, I suddenly flew up into the air using a jetpack I had all but forgotten about, and through the ceiling. Before me all I saw was blackness, the only light escaping from the hole from the lair of the dragon. I woke up after that.

Just what the title says. No, I haven't already quit. I just had to take some MORE time off from lucid dreaming unexpectedly thanks to getting sick. But now that I'm 99% better, I can start again with documenting my average dreams and work towards making them lucid once again.

I don't recall my dreams from last night, but I do recall an interesting dream from the night before, so I'll summarize it now.

The dream began as a false awakening. I got out of bed and was about to begin my daily routine when I decided to go back to sleep for a few more minutes. So that's just what I did; I got back in bed and lay my head down and I was out.

Now I was in a dream within a dream (notice the darker text indicating a deeper level?). I found myself standing on the edge of a vast canyon and exploring the surrounding area. Something didn't feel right, but I couldn't tell what. After about a half hour of looking around and finding nothing interesting, I decided to lie down and go to sleep.

Now in layer 3 of the dream, I found myself at a friend's dorm at the college he goes to...only the actual layout of the place was nothing like the real-world college. The dream explained it away as remodeling, and I never caught on that it was a dream. My friend was asking me about dreams, particularly lucid ones, and if it would be possible to share dreams.

"Sure it's possible, I've done it before." I said. "We could do it right now in fact, if I can manage a WILD."

"Well, want to give it a try?" He asked.

I agreed to try, so we lay down and went to sleep.

I was now in layer 4 of the dream, aware that I was dreaming, and in a white void. All around me all I saw was white. I couldn't move anywhere or speak, and when I tried, it simply woke me up into the previous layer of the dream.

"Did you do it?" My friend asked.

"Yeah, but I couldn't stay in for some reason."

In another moment, I woke up from that dream and into the layer before it. I was only at this one a split second before I shot up into the air as the dream faded out into the first layer, and I sat up in my bed.

"That was a crazy dream!" I said to myself as I climbed out of bed.

Then I woke up for real, and was totally disoriented from all the waking up

the first thing i remember was attending some sort of concert that my friend was putting on with the piano at a park that was also an amusment park. the grass was dark green cut nicley and the playground reminded me of a carousal kind of build. There were some rides but not to many. Friends showed up and we all started dancing to the piano and i eventualy made out with a girl i know whos two years younger then me. She invited me to sleep over and iwas lsikke yeaaaaa. we kept dancing in the moonlight then we went up the trail to trailer and someone have me like and eigth of weed two joins and a blunt for no reason except that he would be coming over later to smoke some. I said aite sounds good Then we went up to tayler and watched some kid get busted by our schosol administrator who was driving around in a golf cart searching people. I through a bunch of tin foil nd shit over the fence and walked calmly home. I showed up home with my friend and then put the weed in my second mail box which was now in a coca cola coin collector. I covered it with shubberey helped my dad with chores and went back out and grabd my weed put it into a bag.
I showed my friend how much i had and he was very excited so then a bus picked us up and we went to majic mountain. There was some sort of sling shot bunjie thing that shot you into the air and i attempted it and shot up way high and floated down towards the ground. After that there was another concert in the park and i attended that. After i again walked home and hung out with my friends in the front yard. After i found myself at a train station and when i got through to the other side me and my friends were all high as fuck making fun of diferent tour guides who showed us into what was a museum inside the train station. after that there was some dance and i didnt go i waited outside and some girls asked wat i was doin nd isaid i was thizzen wen i wasnt nd they said oo come in side but i did not nd woke up soon after

Took some melatonin last night. Just 2mg on if. Had amazing dreaming this morning. I had a fantasticly long and vivid dream. Things i'm proud of that dream for is being able to know where i was sleeping while asleep. Being able to know what time i was supposed to wake up. And naming off all but one in my gaming collection. Anyway here are some fragments.

Lucidity-0
Vividness-5

Brother hands me a blunt. I don't take it right and he gets mad. I get it a little later and cops drive in front of us. They don't notice the blunt and just keep going to do something.

Lucidity-0
Vividness-5

A shark is attacking me. This is related to some sort of video game, but its like a nightmare. Sharks terrify me.

Lucidity-0
Vividness-5

I'm in a video game world. Its a top down rpg i'm pretty sure of. Just general odd things happen. I don't remember much from it but it was crazy fun.

Lucidity-8
Vividness-9

I wake up in my bed. I roll over and start thinking about things. Just random thoughts on what i have to do today, where i have to go, and general daily things. I remember to do a RC in case of FA. No this can't be. This is way too realistic. I get up and look over at the clock. It says its 9:30. I think, "It can't be 9:30, i set it for 7:00". I stare intently at it and the room goes black. I think oh crap i just left the dream. But then i bump into something in the room. I'm still in there.
I go to my laptop. I open it up, type in something i can't remember, and it takes me to funnyjunk.com. I look at some pictures thinking that dream funnyjunk would be great, but its just a bunch of reposted things that suck. I get off of it and walk out the room. I see my golf clubs. I see my moms boyfriend. I think this is a dream, i might as well hurt something while i'm here. I grab a golf club and hit him a few times. But he is a big guy and manages to pin me. Some stupid shit goes on about my ps3, talking about who can play it and stuff. I get let go and walk into my room.
I think why can't i use any powers. I look at the wall and think lightening with my hand extended. Nothing. I keep saying, if i know it will happen it will happen. Still nothing. I think maybe i need to charge myself with some sort of dream energy. I grab a small metal object, open up a wall socket, and stab the metal piece in there. I feel some shock, but nothing painful. I try blasting lightening again. But it still won't work. Damnit i say.
Dream Skip
Me, A DC that i know is supposed to be a friend, and his girlfriend are in an unknown location. Someone comes up and hits his girlfriend. He confronts the person that hit her, but something stops him. Likely the army of people that are with the guy that hit her. I take his back and we start attacking. He grabs a firehose and tells me to touch the end. I grab the end for a second, and fire starts spewing from the hose. I then start to swing the hose around in circular paterns attacking everyone around me. I'm careful not to hit the girl or my friend. People just burnst into flame when it hits them. After a few seconds none of the enemies are left.
Dream Skip
We are going home from the trip. A little kid is driving a very big monster truck as a toy. I think wow this has been an awesome dream. Then wake up due to my alarm that went off at 7:00.