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10/19: I'm not sure why I'm thinking about something I dreamed about in 2001 and 2007, but like dreams I've had of James Lafferty before in 2007, it's left me cautious or unable to get a grasp on life the next day.

The last thing I remember before getting this dream the first time around in fall 2000 or spring 2001 was hearing this song being sung in a Jamaican accent at the end of a Steven Seagal film from 1990, Marked for Death. Then in this dream I see this country road with this fake board game on the floor that's based on the film Scream. I suddenly hear a young man screaming and wonder if it's someone in the van or is it the electronic game board. I wake up the next day (a Sunday), wondering who that was making that screaming sound.

The same dream happened around six years later after having an epic fail of a day in college (someone crying because someone wanted to do something and she wanted to do something else the day before, getting handed a loss in a game in class and the other team went nuts because my team lost, getting an unexpected friend request and group invitation on Facebook all in that order), my mind when I went to bed on February 15, 2007 wanted to make my bad day even worse. This time the screaming sound was different and sounded like the loudest scream heard in the Cruis'n games (the '90s arcade game series - USA, World and Exotica) from a male/female driver in traffic or a stalled computer-controlled opponent when you crash into them that sounds like a child (and the car you hit suddenly flips over or goes flying halfway across the screen if you went too fast). The dream made no sense a few scenes later and acted like the dream as explained above, except this time everything quieted down and I was in the passenger seat of what looked like a GMT800 (GMC Yukon), going for a ride down the country road again, and this time the driver resembled a young man in his 20s. I wake up at 5:30 am the next day, and all I could think of was someone I knew in high school and unable to get a leg up on life, and the next day in the computer lab, I go to Wikipedia and manage to put a name on the dream character, resembling Devon Sawa from films such as Casper and Final Destination (the first one). Maybe it was trying to tell me to get away from stressful situations?

I should post here more, but I don't. Eh.

Two nights ago I was in an instance in World of Warcraft. I *was* my character, which was pretty cool. There was some incessant doom about to take place; I think it was the seventh book of Harry Potter, because teachers were running around all over the place. In my dream, the seventh book hadn't come out yet, so I was excited to be part of it.

As we're running away from the doom, there's this long bridge with holes and cracks in it. I'm freaking out, but Bryon keeps pulling me along. When we get to the end, Bryon pulls us off (either that or he jumps and I follow him). I was freaking out, cause I knew we were gonna die - but we didn't. I looked around, and we were back on top of the bridge. Bryon said, "Because it's a DREAM!" We started walking back across the bridge, calmly this time. I started to realize it WAS a dream, and I tried to take in all I could. The colors were stony and looked like Northrend in WoW, but they were so vibrant and lifelike. I decided I didn't want the bridge to shake anymore and I didn't even realize it fixed itself.

When we got to the gates of the instance we had just left, I tried to read the words on the doors. I couldn't, of course, but I tried to "put the letters in order," and my brain told me they said, "Mana Tombs." I was like, that's not right, but whatever. So we went into the instance. It looked a lot like a dream I had recently where I saw an ex at the RenFest. McGonagall was standing on a step preaching about something; she had our quest. We got our quest, which was to retrieve something from a boss. I thought I knew the best way to do it. I play a rogue, and I was sneaking around trying to get by mobs, but Bryon plays a pally and wasn't so lucky. We had to fight some people until we came upon some old ladies to challenged us to an orgasm contest! XDD; We decided to do it, but in the middle of that, I woke up.

★★★☆☆

Four hours of sleep, and suddenly this monstrosity comes along. It's fairly disjointed; I don't have a whole lot of time to play with it, so without further ado...

10/18/10



Harry Potter tries to mess with the fabric of reality, I have diabolical plans, and Dumbledore disapproves as usual.

"Just think about it," I tell her. "With this kind of breakthrough, we could completely alter the way humans perceive reality!"

Sophie looks up at me, skeptical, one hand keeping her place in the textbook. She's holding a pen in her other hand, and she taps it impatiently against her notebook. She pushes a few strands of short red hair out of her eyes, and says, "I know what happens when you try to play mad scientist, Harry."

We're sitting across from each other at a long wooden table. Sophie's studying - this is a library, after all. The interior is almost entirely decorated with red-stained wood, giving the impression of a highly modern, really big log cabin. With lots and lots of glass (and books). Sunlight streams in from the huge windows, and outside is a view of the forest, and the other school buildings in the clearing.



"Chaos, generally." I say, grinning. Some of the other students notice that I'm grinning, and quietly begin to edge away from us. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

skip

There's this thing I have to do on the computer. It's very important. I'm sitting outside on the green grass, trying to do this very important thing, when - hey, will you look at that? Dumbledore's on Skype!

Albus Dumbledore appears in a new window, looking very grave indeed. This is somewhat offset by all of the spinning and twirling metal gadgetry on his desk.

"Harry," says Dumbledore gravely, "I've received word of the research you've begun."

"Really?" I say, looking up from Minesweeper. "Brilliant, isn't it?"

He sighs. "Harry," he repeats, "This is not a road you cannot walk down unscathed. You'll be returning to Hogwarts."

"Um..." I say slowly, "No."

"By force, if necessary."

My computer pings.

"Did you just -" I say, looking at the screen, "Did you just track my location through my internet connection? You realize I'm on a different PLANET? How the hell does that even -"

But Dumbledore's appearing at the edge of the wards, walking into the school grounds the only way he can. I meet his eyes for just a moment, and I disapparate.

skip

Moving through Ixburg, and I'm running. I'm moving through a jobsite, people from my hometown who were, apparently, in direct competition with my family's business. By some sort of mutual agreement, they all ignore my presence, and I pass through completely unnoticed.

Back doors of the grocery store and I'm having a conversation with someone before I disappear again -

Narcissa Malfoy. We're standing in some anonymous hallway of a starship, looking out into the black.

"I don't disapprove of your cutting his influence out of your life," she's saying, "But I'm not convinced that making an enemy of Dumbledore will be conducive to your goals."

"There are greater forces at work here. He may get in my way," I say coldly, "But he can't stop me."

Narcissa nods once, sharply. "Very well. My family is at your service, as always."

I'm closing my eyes, casting my senses out into the nothing. Golden light is cutting through the darkness, pushing it away, burning.

"You need to leave," I tell my informant, and I'm hurtling out into the void of space, an ethereal being of energy and animal and just a sliver of humanity. And the burning, fierce presence is crying out, raising its wings.

Fawkes.

He's found me through Harry's holly wand, called by the phoenix feather within. I smile and pull another wand from my sleeve, one made of ebony. And as the phoenix is upon me, I call up the Void, and I meet the creature's light with an unfathomable darkness.

Boom.

(O'Neill: What the hell was that?)
(Carter: I don't know, sir, but it almost blew straight through our shields. We're lucky it wasn't closer.)

"Grab my arm." I tell Sophie. We apparate from planet to planet, trying to get Dumbledore off our trail. One, two, three, four, five. Hoth, Antarctica, Europa, Tartarus, Miranda.

I appear in the woodshop of the school in the clearing. There's another person in the room.

"Where is my daughter?" The woman asks.

I look around, but Sophie's nowhere to be seen.

Dumbledore.

skip

"Aurors and their locking spells," I mutter, pointing my ebony wand at the door. The lock clicks, and I open the door to the super-secret impenetrable Unspeakable Library. "Well, come on." I hiss at the nervous man behind me.

The two of us shuffle into the library and quietly barricade ourselves in one of the rooms. We're pretty sure that the information we need is here.

The man is flipping through a card catalogue, mumbling under his breath. I'm scanning the books on the shelf, but something seems out of place. I feel a presence. Thinking it's a guard, I make my way over to one of the closed doors and peer through the keyhole. I'm looking for the beam of a flashlight.

At first, I don't see anything. The hallway is white, and bare, and dark. I look through at a different angle, and

look directly into blood red eyes. There's no pupil, iris, sclera, it's all a murderous shade of red, and for a moment, I'm held captive by the gaze. I notice, peripherally, that she's a ghostly little girl in a tattered white dress and everything is bleeding into itself

She flickers, like a strobe light. In and out of existence, and suddenly, she's in the room with us

Harry is terrified, and I'm calm. The ghost is on us, tearing into our essence, and Harry is terrified but I know that there's no danger but I can feel his fear

Everything's going dark

And I wake up, disoriented, in a pitch black room.

Scare Factor: 4/10

Oh. It was a dream.

It made sense at the time?

I am restarting my dream journal (for the umpteenth time!).

Fragments:

I am kissing a friend's girlfriend (LY) on a bed in a bedroom. It becomes very passionate, and we're just about to have sex when I stop and explain that I can't cheat on my current girlfriend. At that moment, MP walks in and shoots me a very surprised look. He leaves the bedroom as quickly as he entered and I feel embarrassed.

The above dream was really unsettling considering I've been in a relationship for 3 months. If anyone has any advice/opinion on this dream, or if this has happened to you as well, let me know.

Later, I am on a very busy street with lots of people. I recognize I'm dreaming (more like semi-lucid). I see a bridge, and I begin to pick people up and toss them over the side. I begin to flick my hands and people and things go flying in whichever way I point. One of the DC's exclaims, "you can do that?!". I see an analog clock and try to make the hands circle rapidly by closing my eyes and concentrating, but it doesn't work.

Hello
I'm really back on track with the whole lucid thing Only problem which stays is that I wake up after realizing I'm dreaming.

Vividness: 4/5
Recall:4/5
Hours of sleep: 7.6h

I'm in an hotel. I'm on a some kind of holiday. It's already evening and I'm exhausted. I go to bed and try too sleep. But I can't. It's to hot insides I'm sweating. I finally get out of my bed and I decide to leave the hotel. I open the door and I'm outsides. It's sunrise. There is a bus and my car. I meet someone and he says to me, that I have to pick someone up in the city, where my university is and drive him somewhere to France.
I don't pay really attention. I'm in a bad mood. I just go in my car and drive away. While driving I'm wondering how I have to drive to get at the right place. I realize that it's impossible to go at this place so I drive to somewhere else.
In front of me are a few skyscrapers. They look really weird: They have terraces on the top and the buildings form a gigantic pyramid. Each roof-top is connected to another one and at the top of the highest building, there is a huge statue.
Suddenly I'm flying, but outside my car. I sit on a pillow. It flies higher and higher gets nearly to the highest building. I want to catch one of the hundreds stairs on a roof-top, but my pillow flies away without me.
I start to fall. I get a strange feeling. I feel that I'm lying on something, although there isn't anything. I realize that it's impossible for me to fly in real life and that it's unrealistic that I'm falling from the sky. I'm glad that I realize it, because I had begun to panic a bit because I'm falling from so high.
BUT everything gets directly dark and I awake
I have my eyes closed. I start to imagine to fly in a rocket and I'm saying in my head: "You gonna re-enter your dream and you will manage to stay lucid". I repeated it several times.
BUT something strange happens: I suddenly hear my brother's voice in my head. It says: "That isn't going to work!". I began arguing with this voice who came from my subconscious. I thought : Shut the f*ck up !"
I' m in a completely other place. I'm in a late night show. I don't realize that I'm dreaming and simply listen to the speaker. He's explaining how it's possible that people think that Michael Jackson is still alive.

The End.
Don't forget to KEEP IT UP!

First thing i can recall is just being released from jail and being extremley hungry. I ate a ton of food at some junky restraunt then went and got high with some friends. Later i text my girlfriend at home in my room and said my usual goodnight. She replied with "fuck you fagot, i know what you said to shane" Im like fucking great whad shane do this time? I called shane nd he said i told him i was with my girl friend on saturday, which fucked him over because he told his parents he was with me, which wasnt possible cause my girlfriends parents who were cops told his parents that he was at something else. Might have been my fualt might now anyway so i get a call from my gf as soon as i angirly through my fone under the bed. (told my self in dream once i throw my fone under the bed its gunna ring) and i expected i would have to make an apolagy speech to get her back. It was her dad on the fone who like i said was a cop and two time heavy weight golden gloves boxer, true statment, and told me he was coming over in five. He showed up in like one second nd I did most of the talking in my room. Turns out he was a good listner and let me explain my side of the story which i really just bullshited cause i didnt no what my side of the story was. I wish i new how i ofended my gf nd my dream explained it better but im still clue les nd shes stil pised of in real life. Anyway the room started to morph and i remember being at a really fancy wedding dinner on some football field and i was just pigging out infront of her father. Like i had like 5 plates of steak and mash potatoes. I told him that i just got out of jail and was hungry. He laughed taking it as a joke. Then my friend cody showed up and the three of us sat at the table watching a firework show overthe field .I said this must be an expensive wedding wow. Later my world morphed back to my room and i was in my bed and the dad was about to leave and said thanks man for coming over i had a fun time, like we just ended a date or somethan. I asked cody what i should do and he said walk him to the door. I was but naked so i but on some shorts and now there was some black dude standing in my hallway. I figured it was her other dad but now realize wtf my girlfriends 100 percent cockasian. I woked both of em almost to the door and the dream ended

4/12/10

Last night I went to bed around 3:30 am and woke up around 6:00 am for school. I have a type of insomnia where I just have no drive to sleep and can't get my self to lie in my bed regardless how tired I am. So today in goverment class I decided to take a nap because I already knew what we were talking about. I lie down and slowly drift off to sleep over the sounds of my teacher talking. All of a sudden i'm in my old neighborhood in wisconsin. I'm with my friend Joel and his brother Micheal. Were sitting around his driveway drawing with chalk. The pictures are removable and were eating them and throwing them at each other. I have no idea what they tasted like but for some reason I think they would have tasted like chocolate cake with chocolate icecream on top. I look at Micheal... to me none of this makes sense. But then I almost let the dream retake over and just keep going with the flow. I think to my self what harm will it be just looking at my hands once. So I look down fully expecting them to be completly normal but their not! My fingers were allll messed up and had multiple spots with random fingers popping out. Also some of them were connected. I felt this huge surge of energy flow through me! Like i've accomplished my wildest dreams. It was an amazing rush and got me wayyy to excited. In the middle of the dream picture a white dimond appeared. It was as if some one was cutting a snowflake into my dream picture. I could hear my teacher talking again but i was still half asleep. I knew I lost lucidity and failed to DEILD even though i did everything right. My teachers voice was distracting me but im still very happy about it!


-Zerk

I finally had some recall this morning for the first time since the 12th.

I dreamt i was at some kinda cottage with some family friends. I remember having conversations with my friend and his step dad, but dont remember the dialogue. There was a storm happening and i saw a family from the neighbourhood on their boat, bracing for the waves from the storm. I was watching from a view that a camera would have if it were a movie. As if i was watching them from the middle of the water. The waves lifted their little speed boat and dropped it, rocked the boat until the middle daughter fell into the water. At this point i was at the "beach" and helped her fight off a huge fish that looked kinda like a 2' long black piranha or one of those deep sea fangtooth fish. And helped her back up onto the deck. Woke up soon after.

I had a short dream before and another one after this one, where i was on msn with Ninja telling him i dreamt about some guy, and he told me he did too. We compared details and it was the same person in both our dreams. But i cannot remember any specifics. (also, don't have ninja on msn irl)

It was the end of the school day, and I was walking to an after school club. Two boys were being jerks, so I told them to...go away. I finally found the meeting place in a classroom, and the 2 men where there. Ugh. I sat in the front and ignored them. After about 20 minutes in the meeting, the phone rang and the teacher answered it.

"Yes, she's here," He said. He looked at me and motioned for me to come to the front of the room.

"He wants you downstairs now. Someone has reported that you have been carrying weapons to school," He says. Whaaat?

I march downstairs to the commons where an officer takes me outside. We walk into town and sit on the curb.

"Have you been doing drugs?" He asks violently.

"No, I have not," I respond.

"Tell me the truth," He says, louder.

"What makes you think I'm even on drugs?"

"GOD DAMMIT TELL THE TRUTH!!!" Strangers begin to stare.

"What the hell? I'm not even on prescription drugs!" I yell back, "I've had enough of this shit." I pick up my backpack and walk away.

The next afternoon as I am walking home I realize that I forgot my sketchpad back on the street curb. I walk into a small store and ask if they have it. A cute Asian store manager hands me my sketchpad with my little drawings.

I sit outside her store against the brick wall and begin to draw. The officer sits beside me. Oh god, not him again. From my peripheral view I can see that he is balding, he doesn't have much hair as it is. He is Caucasian and a little chubby.

"I am sorry for my behavior yesterday," He says cooly.

"Whatever," I'm thinking about leaving.

"Look around you," He says. We are now in a bigger city, a little smaller than New York City, and people are bustling around us. We are still sitting with our backs against a building wall. "The people here know nothing of awareness, and I don't want you to lose you're awareness either." What did he mean by awareness?

"Keep the light inside you burning strong, and never let it die."

I believe that the dream I had last night was lucid. From what I can remember, I was in my friend's bedroom, in his apartment where I was spending the night. It appeared to be daytime, so the room was very well-lit. His roommate was sitting on the couch, which now had all of its cushions in-place, whereas in real life I had removed all the cushions to create a makeshift bed on the floor. But that isn't what tipped me off to the fact that I was dreaming. For some reason, what tipped me off was seeing my friend on the other side of the room getting clothes out of a laundry basket. There was no reason why that should have alerted me to anything, but I guess I remembered him having done that earlier and having no reason to do it again. I said out loud, "wait a minute, I'm dreaming, aren't I?" At this point, I decided to get as much done as possible before I woke up. The first thing I said was, "Okay, here's what we're going to do, we're going to ride dinosaurs." But as I was unable to get dinosaurs to appear, I changed my mind and said we were going to ride dragons. But then, deciding that that may be equally difficult, I turned to the couch, where my friend sat on the right and his roommate was still on the left. I told them to make out, and they did so. I was rather excited by how well this was working, but what made me feel uneasy was their total lack of expression or emotion. They had may as well have just been robots or something. I started to feel like I was making them do something against their will, and started to feel bad about it. Losing interest in this activity, I turned to the window. My friend was now sitting in the desk chair to the left of the window. His roommate was still on the couch. I said that one of them should open the window. Neither of them acted. I decided to be specific. I pointed to my friend's roommate, telling him to pull up the blinds on the window, and that I would think of something to do as I went along. He pulled up the blinds, and from outside it looked as though the room was several stories higher than it should have been in real life. I could see the top of a reddish colored tree near the parking lot. Everything else was a white light. Before I could think of something else to do, my friend began talking about something technical, something that I didn't understand and found very boring. I suppose I got distracted at this point and woke up.

I first started typing this on giogoMoget2's thread, Real life will be a dream when we die, so is it just like a loong dream? . But then I realized I'm better off just posting it in "Dream Interpretations", and maybe some members can even give me a few hints in interpreting the odd dream. The whole "life might be a dream after all" aspect that giogoMoget is talking about reminded me strongly of this... I dreamt it two months ago, but I remember the details clearly, because I wrote them down immediately after waking up.

Dream: At first, I was some random girl (not myself) having e fight with her boyfriend in a public place (I think it was a mall). There were other people around, some of which we personally knew - family members... And then suddenly there's this huge earthquake and the two of us fall off the stair-platform we were standing on. At that moment I thought to myself "I'm not gonna make it". Up until here, everything feels like a normal dream: a bit fuzzy, a tad chaotic. But from here on... the mood changes and everything feel SO realistic. So when I fall off the platform, everything goes dark. But then, later, when I start regaining consciousness, I clearly remember thinking "Oh, thank God, I'm still alive". I open my eyes, though, and notice I'm NOT alive at all: but in a dark room, with a dark figure looming over me. I'm terrified. Terror grows stronger when the dark figure puts two strong fingers on my belly and I feel pain. This next bit is kinda hard to explain but let's hope it makes sense... After I feel the pain, I get the feeling of "waking up from a dream", readjusting to reality. And then suddenly the dark figure and the room and the situation become quite familiar. "He" had been my "boyfriend" in the previous life, and he'd died just a few moments before me - so now he came to wake me up, too. Now that I've refamiliarized myself with "reality", I know we're a couple of souls who keep experiencing one lifetime after another. It's "normal" to do so. Then we choose a new life and go live as new people. We die again. Come back to the dark place again. In total, I died THREE times in this dream! And woke up as we were choosing a new lifetime: I'd chosen a pretty black-haired girl and he was gonna be a chubby (and kind of ugly) young man. I remember saying "Oh come on... don't!" because I knew he'd only chosen that body to spite me.

Another odd feature: Usually when I dream, it's in third person. I see myself (or the person I'm "incarnated" in, since I'm often someone other than myself) doing the actions. In this dream... the bit that happened in the mall and the two lives after that (in one I was a man and I decided I could fly, I actually DO start floating in the air, but I see a shadow figure on the street and arrogantly think "Oh yeah, I'm not afraid of you!". I fly towards him, and hit a car and die. And in the other I was a girl who got attacked in a dark sort of abandoned garage) - all those were normal "third-person" dreams. The bits in which I was a shadow figure interacting with another shadow figure, were all first person. Including the moment "he" pierced my belly and i felt terror and pain.

Real-life context at the moment the dream took place: The next day I had to wake up at 4.30 to catch a plane with my parents. We were going on vacation. I'd never been on a plane before but didn't think much of it: I wasn't at all scared about the idea, but rather was looking forward to it. The dream, however, shook me up a bit - the fact that it made me feel like death was not something to be scared of, made me kinda tense. Also, I can never usually go to sleep when I have to be awake at an early hour. I can't even sleep before big events such as exams, because I know I have to be awake and alert very early the next morning, and I keep looking at the clock. This time I fell asleep quite easily though.

I apologize for the encyclopedic amount of text. It was a long dream, and I generally tend to write more than necessary

Comment - Non Lucid - Lucid

My previous dream, which was a short lucid, faded to black and I find myself back in bed...

Clarity: 10/10 (surreal)
Importance: 8/10

Damnit, another short one. I want to turn around to grab my notepad but notice I forgot to RC. I perform the nose pinch RC and it works again.
Awesome, an FA, I can have another dream!
I get up and touch the wall. I want to see if I can move my hand through. I can easily get my fingers in, but for my hand I’d need a lot of force.
I’m in my old house, looking at a wall. (I didn’t notice the sudden scene change from one place to another)
That's right, I told myself to try flying in my last dream. I haven’t flown in a lucid ever since I was a child; it’s about time to do that again.
I search for a window to jump out of, but realize that it’s faster to just charge through the wall.
As I run through the wall, which only provided little resistance, I find myself floating in front of the house.
Awesome! This feels really nice. I look at the huge apple tree in front of me; it had been there since way before I was born. (It isn’t there anymore)

I notice that my perception is somehow different. I can see the detail of the leafs even though I’m still a good 30m away from the tree,
my eyes don’t have this much resolution. I’m amazed by this surreal vision and investigate further. It becomes better every second.
I cannot only see clearly in the centre of my field of vision, but everywhere else as well.
I realize that everything I see is not information provided by my eyes, but information generated by my mind;
obviously it does not need to follow the limitations of my eyes. I try to see past the spectrum of visible colors,
because I’ve always been amazed that some animals have can see a larger spectrum and can thus see much more vivid or even different colors.
It works very well, the contrast of my vision greatly improves and changes into what I can only describe as similar to hdr photography or hdr in 3d games,
except it’s not really down sampled to visible colors, I can actually see the much higher range of colors.
All of the leaves of the tree are so bright, they have a neon glow surrounding them, but the brightness is not blinding me.
The contrast between dark and bright is so high it's indescribable.

Suddenly I perceive a completely new color. The leaves are now a color... maybe between blue and green, but it's not cyan.
It’s the first time I’ve seen that color. I’m amazed how my mind is able to come up with a color I have never seen, this is so awesome!
After focusing on the new color, I try to figure out a way to describe it in my DJ, but I realize I can’t, there are no words for new colors.
It feels like this is the “real” color of these leafs though, seen without the limitations of the human eye.
Maybe I'm able to see into the UV spectrum, able to see 4 colors instead of 3, and the leaves are now a combination of green blue and ultraviolet?
I hover past the tree and look around, where should I go? I want to go to a place far away, and I want to fly faster.
A voice whispers “This should be pretty far” as I look into the sun. Yes, flying to the sun does indeed sound like a good idea, I wonder if I can go faster then the speed of light.
Thanks to my surreal vision, looking directly into the sun doesn’t hurt me. I can actually see the solar flares quite clearly.
As I want to start approaching the sun, suddenly, I nearly get hit by a huge object flying by… It’s a whole city; it looks a bit like Atlantis from Stargate except it has a square foundation.
What the… ? The dream suddenly ends.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! I was just cockblocked in the coolest way ever. Had a few dreams last night, and even though I don't remember much from them, I'm sure they were all very long and complicated.

04.00: Debt
I'm at some random place in the woods with alot of other people. I guess it's some kind of festival and it's pretty dark outside. I bump into a guy and I realise it's someone I once knew. Unlucky me he's one of the "badass" people here in my hometown and he claims I owe him money. "Give me 6000 kr and we call it even" he tells me in that respect-demanding soft voice. I know this won't end up good for me if I don't do what he says so I tell him that he will get his money. I have to almost kiss his fucking feet for him not to rage on me... I'm not sure how the dream ended, but I remember making alot of calls.

6.30: Sink
I'm leaning on a sink in a bathroom. There's another person there but I don't know who. "If you close your eyes and imagine being in a dream, you will soon be in it" I say. I close my eyes, relax and try to imagine stuff. It's mostly black. "This is how you WILD" I try again but I don't get much.

Two thumbs up for not realising I was already in a dream! But I did try to incubate in the dream, which is progress atleast!

8.00: Subconscious cockblocking
I'm at the most awesome beach ever. There are white buildings on either side of me and the water almost touches them. A band is playing at a platform out in the water and there's a pretty big crowd of people watching. A couple of minutes later the band has disappeared and the crowd aswell. The waves are alot bigger now and I can see several people surfing. My brother goes into the water with a surf board and I follow.

A wave comes crashing down on me as soon as I reach the water and I tumble around for a couple of seconds before I get back on my feet. I don't know why, but I have a radio controlled car. I steer it into another wave and I follow it. We both make it through but on the other side, a woman in the late 30's has speared my car! She removes the spear and I see three holes in it. "What did you do that for?" I ask.

I make the car go forward but it shuts down every other second or so. "You owe me 20$" she looks at me and tries to explain something. I notice how hot this woman actually is. Grey pants with blonde hair and nice breasts. "Do you wanna fuck?" I ask her just like that. (I'm actually 1/4th lucid kinda at this point) She looks over at her fat husband who's out in the water. She quickly nods at me and I take her hand and head for the nearest building.

The house isn't really finished and hasn't been painted. There are no windows and no door. Suddenly a small girl appears in the door and walks by. She has a yellow/brownish colour to her like an old photo, black long hair and a wound on her forehead. She grins at me evily and I stop. "Fuck that, I ain't having sex in a haunted house" I say and start walking towards another house. We enter it and the woman runs ahead into one of the bedrooms.

I'm not far behind but when I enter it, she's gone. "Wtf is going on?" I wonder and I see a closet. The doors open and a small girl walks out, in a pink fluffy pyjamas. "Oh shit... Damn you ghost girl!" I think for myself and I realise this is all just an illusion. It's still a woman! (like in movies where one person has hallucinations) I lay her on the bed and I try to imagine her turning into a woman again. Nothing happens and now she's not even a girl, she's a large doll. I start unzipping the pyjamas from the top and when I reach the bottom, it's still a doll...

The evil Cockblocker The doll

11.00: Robbing my uncle
I'm with another guy and we both got rifles. I kick the door infront of us open and storm in. With a couple of well placed shots, two of the three guys in the room goes down. I drop my rifle and take out my sidearm. With a swift motion I take the last guy down on the floor and hold the gun to his head. "What's the combination to the computer?" I ask him. "You'll never get it!" my uncle replies and I bend his arm a little.

"He won't crack" the other guy says and I release him. A black and white cat walks by and I grab it. "Perhaps this will make you talk" I say and put a boot on the cat. I'm not really hurting the thing and he can tell. "Fuck you!" I pick up the cat and start strangling it gently. The cat starts meowing and I know my uncle will crack this time. "Okay okay I'll tell you the code" I release the cat and it hits me, clearly pissed off. We get the documents we need.

12.00: Zombietheme maths
I'm standing outside of a locked building and the world is filled with zombies (don't know why, but that's how it is). To get in I have to do math. There's a big board on the roof of the building and I can see several digits. "2*2*2=" I try to calculate it but the numbers I write down keep changing and nothing adds up. I get really frustrated. This goes on for like five minutes.

12.00: Looking for the second glock
I'm walking towards my appartment building and I reload my glock. "Hmm it would be awesome to storm in with one glock in either hand" I think and put the safety on, and put it behind my back. I reach for my bag which turns into a binder. I don't know how I was supposed to find the second glock in there but I look for it anyways. I see several pictures and texts I've written. Even some pictures my friend Jonas had drawn. "He's good at drawing" Monica points out.

Amount of sleep: 12 hours

Food before bed: 100 mg B6. 3 Omega-3 pills.

That's it! I was a bit more lucid than usual in all my dreams, and I knew I could change them like I wanted to. Like the cockblock dream and the uncle dream. I knew what was going to happen kind of... Anyways it was a cool night with great vividness and very interesting dreams. Even tho strangling that cat was a bit disturbing, it survived!

It's actually my uncle's birthday today and I had totally forgotten about it. Perhaps that's why I dreamt about him? The subconscious is a cool thing, if I don't feel bad for cheating in a dream, my subconscious makes sure I won't get laid!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I was on vacation. It was night time, and I was walking along the shore of a beach. I was looking for seashells, but it was hard to see. Someone was walking alongside the beach with me, and they fell into the sand and we discovered a cave beneath the shore. There was someone living in it.

It was the next day, or the next dream, and I was outside the hotel. Behind the hotel there was a clear river with a very fast current. It was very shallow, but because the current was so fast, it was hard to maintain grasp without falling over. People had put patio chairs in the river and were having breakfast.

About 20 feet from the beginning of the river / backside of hotel was an extremely steep drop off to a waterfall. Many youngsters were sliding off from the current and falling from the waterfall, but it was all in fun and no one was getting hurt. I wanted to try. I slid up to the edge of the waterfall and looked down. Holy Shit. The drop off was a good mile or so.

"Stop staring and just slide down! And try not to bring the damn chairs with you!" A man yelled. I looked over, and a chair was sliding down the current with me, about to fall into the waterfall.

I let go of my grip, and the current took me away. Because the current was strong in the beginning, it sort of propelled me from the waterfall.

^ Crude Paint drawing. My path of fallingness is in red.

Before I fell back into the path of the falling water, the free falling sensation was amazing. Once my path aligned with the path of the waterfall, I could no longer breathe. Water was falling in on me from all directions, leaving no room for air. The drop was about 20 seconds, and I hit the misty water like a rock. It hurt. Really bad. Not for kids. Seriously.

Later that day, I was in my 6th hour. We had a substitute, and I was telling him about how I jumped from a really high waterfall. I told him that the fall was around 20 seconds (When I woke up, I used that to calculate the height of the waterfall. It turned out to be around 1.21 miles high, about twice as high as Angel Falls - the highest waterfall on Earth. My estimate seems about right as the clouds were only about 100-200 feet above me in the dream).

My waterfall would be about twice the height of that

The substitute teacher immediately looked interested in what I was telling him. He told me that the waterfall I jumped off of was Mayayuka (or something, it started with an M). He gave me a book about 'realization' and told me to read it.

I sat down, and on the first page it said something like, "One must achieve awareness by doing things that they fear, by taking chances, and overcoming obstacles. Go back to the waterfall, and truly face your fears."

I told Shay that I was going to jump off of a waterfall. I asked if he wanted to come with me. He responded with a "Hell no."

I ran back to the waterfall. The top of the cliff had changed a little, so that there was no longer a hotel but just a dirt path. Two girls I know were at the path talking.

"You're going to jump off of that?" She asked, pointing to the waterfall that was rushing beside us.

"Yes. I am."

The two girls moved out of my way and I stood at the top of the waterfall, looking down. Oh god, this thing got taller. Waaaaaaaay beneath me were little pine trees and a calm turquoise lake. Even though the waterfall was over a mile high, misty water seemed to still float up to the top where I was standing. I could practically see around the world from here. I was only about 100 feet below the base of the clouds.

I decided to take a running jump. I didn't want to look down while I jumped. I was afraid of heights. I closed my eyes, and ran towards the end of the cliff and into the waterfall.

And, for a moment, I was free falling in the air without the pressure of the waterfall above me. It only lasted for a quick moment before I fell into the waterfall's path again and water slapped and shook my body as I continued to fall down for about 20 seconds. I hit the water again, it hurt of course, and went underwater many feet until I gradually swam to the surface.

Shazam, out of the blue two goals, one a yearly, checked and in the bag!

Both having met my subconscious and held a conversation (Kinda) with it, that marks them off the goal list. I even got to try more interesting techniques.

Strangely, it all started out as a dream where I was on an island (Beaches are my go-to scenery for first dreaming when I'm MILDing, has t'do with the Drawing of the Three by Stephen King, and it's easy to visualize a plane of yellow next to a plane of blue.). Kind of video-gamish (A common theme in my dreams, I'm such a loser.), I was with my dad, looking at the craziness. I remember wondering what it would be like to open the console with an interface like this (I think I thought I was in virtual reality.).

Hilariously enough, I tried the nose breathe RC a few times just to see how it would work in this *Ahem* game. And was surprised when it failed each time, but I seriously had a derp moment as despite having done it at least 3 times, I still thought it was reality.

It wasn't until the appearance (And mosaic disappearance, like he was being censored on TV because he didn't sign a consent form.) of a recently deceased friend of mine that I think I started to get the idea that i was in a dream. Though that particular setting would change before I would get to be lucid in it.

I think I actually started to wake up at that point, and was in a semi-void for a bit. But I'm pretty sure I DEILDed back in. (This is actually a first for me, and I do it multiple times during this!). I'm no where near lucid at this point, I see my sister playing with two dogs upon a hill near a house in the snow (One I'm pretty sure is my dog, the other the dog of the aforementioned recently deceased.), the two dogs maul a guy (as they're both off their leashes.) and paramedics arrive. The dream changes focus and I'm walking past a fast food place with the doors open in wintertime.

Tactile sensations are pretty rare in my dreams at the moment, but I remember feeling the slight icy covering of snow on objects as I walked by. Eventually, I see my dad next to what looks like his car. He has me drive (the drivers seat is on the passenger side.) and the interior is very futuristic looking. I don't know my destination, so I use some kinda HUD navigation system, I dunno if it worked but I found myself at some kinda clinic. Police are standing off against some lady in a wheelchair (Possibly my sub!), I usher her inside, do a RC and approach the bar inside. The lady orders a drink, and the bartender asks me "Do you remember?", I reply with "Remember what?". Boom, I'm in the void, possibly even waking up again.

Not only did I DEILD (Possibly.), but I continued the dream from last time for the most part. Me and the lady have our drinks (I'm not drinking cause, well, I don't in real-life.). This part is hazy, but I know I end up in the void AGAIN.

I try a few things to escape the infinite blackness, spinning, sudden acceleration. But it wasn't until I felt what was in front of me that I found a way to escape. Whatever was in front of me felt like laminated cardboard, so I punched a hole, it took a bit for the dream to form, but I was looking at a cardboard wall with a hole in it. I stabilize and clarify by looking at the details of the hole, things clear up and I look through the hole. There were a bunch of people in... Cat suits? Dancing and whatnot in a circle, they all look at me so I just turn around and find myself in dimly lit hallways (Another common theme in my dreams.). I get it in my head that nearby is a door, behind which is my subconscious. I turn left and enter that door. Inside are a bunch of stuffed animals (A throw-back to my very first LD!) on chairs and hanging from the ceiling, and inside is a lady with poofy brown hair in some manner of white garb.

A little backstory here. When I was a kid, I had a few times where I dreamed of a person, about my age at the time. She was a little african-american girl I had never seen before, and I knew her name was Elvira. When I started taking an interest in lucid dreaming, I figured this may have very well been my subconscious. I only dreamed of this person about 3 times, but it popped back into my memory since starting a dream journal.

Lucid dream number... 2 or 3, I found a cat (Can't remember if I wrote about it here... I should start a reality journal.) who had a name tag of 'Elly'. Now, maybe it was just me looking for meaning in a completely random name, but I equated this as a clever-arse trick by my sub. I thought 'Elly' was short for 'Elvira'.

Anywho, back to the lady with brown hair. I asked if she was 'Elly', and she said yes. At this point I believed that this was my subconscious. She lead me into another hall, and i remember saying "It's nice to finally meet you.", we shake hands, but she's mostly looking to the left of me. I remember saying "I'd appreciate some help becoming lucid, and in particular appreciate this lucid dream.". She then lead me into a room, where this guy scared the utter bajesus outta me (Jump-scare.), my sub said something at this point, but I can't remember what. The guy gets another good scare on me before laughing and becoming all buddy buddy with me. At that point I woke up for good this time, as I noticed how dry my mouth was.

Actually, the avatar for my sub, I may have met in a previous dream I had that night. It may have been my sub all along during that too. I was in a hospital setting (Again, common theme in my dreams.) and some lady was following me around, she was acting all crazy like... I think she wanted to jump my bones or something... Anyway, I managed to peel her away from me somehow by signaling to the staff or something. But her resemblance to Elly, in retrospect, was pretty similar.

Oy, it's nice being able to write more than just a paragraph.