memorable

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This dream was pretty cool.

I was in the kitchen of my house, although it looked different. It had black granite countertops, light wooden countertops, and an island in the middle of the room, topped with the same black granite. There was a black modern stove in the middle of two pieces of counter, like most people have in their homes. I looked at the clock and was already more aware than normal. I became lucid as my gaze turned to the clock, and it read 5:8, aligned to the left. There was a space where the third number should have been.

I did my usual simultaneous "yes" and "woohoo", and turned around to face the door, twenty feet or so away, located in the entrance way. I really wanted it to be light outside, unlike previous lucids. This wasn't exactly a false awakening, but I was in my house, and every time I'd exit my house, it would end up being dark outside. However, the lighting in the house was very close to normal, so I was hoping that'd help in keeping the lighting equal. I walked towards the door and opened it, expecting it to be light outside. As the door turned, I became a bit excited because the whole neighborhood was light, as if it were daytime. I slowly walked out the door, expecting my mother to be on the other side, and she was. I ignored her because that was pretty much just a control test, and walked down the driveway and onto the two-lane road. My street's a crescent, so it's a T-shaped road; one large road turns over into a small loop, which was where my house was. There was cars slowly driving by on the road, but in the wrong direction. I recognized this and laughed.

I looked down the crescent and that was when I saw a shiny red truck, similar to an F-150, going down the street, onto the curb, and then onto the front yards, destroying grass.

"Stop!" I shouted to it.

The truck let out a hollow-sounding honk and kept going.

"Where's my control now?" I cursed, upset.

Then I saw a young girl, probably four or five years of age tops, playing with a yellow toy dumptruck in the yard. The truck was heading right towards it.

Should I save her, even if she wasn't real? I didn't want to waste my lucid time doing that. "Fine," I said, somewhat arguing with myself, and ran towards the truck. It began to drive over me when I pushed my hand into the bottom bumper and it shot up into the air, flipping a few times and then landing on its side. Its wheels were still turning as a generic man got out of the trunk... From the bottom of it (not visible because it was overturned and I was on the other side), not using the doors or windows.

I forgot all about the girl and continued to fling and punch out cars as they drove by. My control had returned; if it hadn't, I'd probably have gotten run over.

I was in a highschool (though not one I ever went to), and junior high English teacher was teaching a class where we were studying the visual novel, "Umineko no Naku Koro ni". This is a pretty awesome idea, so naturally I wanted to talk with her about it, but every time I had a chance, I wasn't paying attention and missed my shot.

I waited until after class, but as soon as the bell rang, nearly everyone in class got up to talk to her, so there was this gigantic line. I wanted to have a sort of in-depth conversation, so I got in the back of the line, but I had another class to get to, so I was worried I wouldn't make it to the front.

I woke up before I could get much further in the line.

at least i woke up right away. it was very vivid and realistic.

girl about to sleep with a man. he is very hesitant but she gets him naked and he precoms on the bathroom floor. she is really a man, about to have surgery on her penis-wearing a weeird devide on it. starts to brush her teeth, then shaves her legs. gets mad when the man still says no and cuts her hair. runs onto a bed, her air is now yellow with black squares...it's very curly and was in braids or dreadlocks before. she has long nails. morphs into same girl singing in a music video, her hair is now in big loose curls. she is singing. then it goes through many different people all singing different things. i feel like i am watching an opera where the stage is a big cirlce and the audience circles around and ther are different things goi g on on differnt sides. 2 nerdy men singing for a while. it ends back on the man/girl and she is at an extra long piano pounding on the keys...half go up and half go down in blocks.

something about a d and d type game. we find someone to be our "crying baby girl"
something about a long hallway? that has to do with the above.

my mom and i are watching the opera and i start playing with these nobs in front of us. 2 holes we put the nobs in and my mom starts running her bare feat along a long flat cord thats below the table. she is moving a giant sheet in front of us. tells me to do the other. it takes me a while to find it, but the cord is behind us, at a 90 degree angle to the otherhuge rotating sheets. eventually we get the sheats to lift up entirely, chairs tables people have to move out of the way. the finally lay down flat. something goes wrong-i get thrown, covered in stuff. trying to cal for help. everyone staring in my direction but no one sees me. i am crying and gagging and dying. i think someone finally finds me??

walking on a pond

martha stewart/michelle obama party
i walk into a fancy party-we hve to climb up the entry way its scary and the walls are filled with little boxes and narrow woden holes to hang onto. i get to top and find martha stewart/michelle obama sitting by a bunch of cooking food on a stadium style area. i take some soup, she glares. i eat some-its good tomoato soup. i tip toe down past but leave my soup up a few steps...i am clumbsy and its too full. she glares again and asks why i didnt get it. i tell her i am too clumbsy but reach back for it. i accidently spill it all on a white poodle/baby. i realize i shouldn't have eaten it as the party is still just getting started. i need to clean the baby so i put it in a pool. it takes a long to time clean, mostly because the baby is playing. it wants me to keep playing. i get frustrated and walk over to the other side of the pool. i have to walk along the bottom and the water is too high to keep the baby out. when i get to eht other side, the baby is very mad.
i run away to my room. its a huge room in a huge building. the rooms are stadium style again, all built on each other. i am somehow related to michele/martha but this isnt my room. i might get a room eventually. i stand in front of a mirror and think about masterbating. i do a little...im in long wide pants. i look up, and there is a window looking into my room. a man comes and looks out as i am looking and looks creaped out that i was looking in and says goodnight. i say goodnight. i go out to turn off all the lights so i can sleep and try WILD(sheesh!). thats when i notice the other stadium style rooms and how big the place is

i am by a pool/pond/house. i can hear jeremy talking about how he eneds to work on his thesis but he will probaby fail. we need to beat the russians for something..they are getting close, he method wont work, but he has to prove that so he can move on. i am digging and digging, not sure why. i hit concrete on the pool side. on the house side i hit some concrete but mostly it's open. there are support beams and then a narrow space. it's filled with bugs. it's filled with bees, and pretty much every kind of bugs. i see something giant move and hide. there is a 2 foot long catapillar just hanging out. i tell everyone to run. people start freaking out and we all start leaving. i feel responsible so i jump in the pool and help people leave. i am the last one besides a girl. she is struggling. i go grab her and help. she gets pulled under, i still have her hand. she is under too long and drowns. i take her body out and to the house. we have to cross a pond with a walkway to get there.i tell the owner about the horrible mess. kelso reorts that there are 2 new species that he has never seen before from the few they were able to collect. he shows me through a window. there is a little man made pond and several things floating in the water. some weird ducks. i notice one is a man/alien i somehow know. i excuse him and go grab the man i take off his suits angrily, but i can't not kiss him.
enjoy kssing him, want to go further, he is scared but somehwat into it. i can't remember how far it goes.
somehow end up in a strange place(open to the sky, a ring or circle in the middle) talking to this large book/map(large, glowing). it gives me something and tells me to run.
got a book huge monsters chomp people a little-make them go crazy by removing parts of the brains
dodging cops, found 2 hostages
running looking for a plane at some junk yard...plans are made into restuaants and hotels. hide in a hotel. a woman comes in sayinh she is going to marry one of the other men/me. i tell her i am not ready, we just met. she gets angry, says i must have gone to a hotel and married a russian prostetute(a bordella) i say no and start pulling glass out of my mouth...its all along my gums. i keep pulling it out. theres tons. she thnks i am giving her a present and she gets angrier. i like her a lot, but am concerned about my mouth...i keep pulling it out.

i wake up. it takes me a long time to recall all this. thinking backwards really helped.
bordello
spitting out glass

08/17/10



I'm in a nightclub, laughing at something a woman is saying. We have to shout to be heard. There are strobe lights, black lights, and coloured lights changing in time with the music. It's great fun, and utterly normal. There's a lot of alcohol involved.

I spot the tattoo while I'm sitting at the bar. A woman walks by, wearing a top that reveals her torso. There are Chinese characters tattooed above her navel and to the side, which translate in my mind to "Transformation". I leave the club.

The tattoo represents a group that I belonged to in a previous life, a school of martial artists. I need to find out what the hell they're doing here, in my city.

It's daylight. The group has rented out the local campground, and set up a temporary building. When I step inside, I find that the interior is open and airy and entirely out of place. It's set up like a dojo martial arts studio, with hardwood floors and paper windows along the back. The students are lined up, practicing their forms. An old man stands at the front of the classroom. I step into the midst of the group, beside a young woman whose hair is pulled into a high ponytail. I flow through the familiar movements, as easily as I did centuries ago.

We come to a stop, and I turn to the woman beside me. "Master Lin," I say, inclining my head respectfully.

She laughs, and the rest of the group files out of the room, following the old man. "Am I a Master?" she asks, eyes twinkling. "You are here to see Princess ___, yes?" She says the name of the princess, but my mind automatically translates it to the English "Blossom".

I meet her in front of a waterfall. She's on the other side of a narrow stone path, caged on one side by a raging river, and on the other by a treacherous fall. Her long hair flies free in a gentle breeze, and her silk gown flows with the air currents. She turns to look at me, smiling, and I read trickery in her bright aura.

End Recall.

Scare Factor: 2/10
Rating: 5/10

Hey, Subconscious! China =/= Japan.

Hey all. I can't exactly name this dream, because it involved so much. Here's some details:
For one, I kept dipping in and out of the dream. Also, I might have been LDEILDing on accident. The transition from one dream to another was so short it might have been one dream. FOR THE BILLIONTH TIME, it was fuzzy. I did, however, make one decision.
Here it is.

I started the dream at a party. It was at a house I've never been to before. The place seemed sort of familiar, though. I walked around the kitchen and examined the perimeter. Then I went back into a dimly lit room. There were a few people in there talking and slow dancing. I saw a bed in the back of the room and I walked over toward it. Then I became insanely tired, and fell asleep on the bed.

I woke up and noticed that I didn't hear any music, or people talking. I walked out of the room to investigate. With the living room lamp on I noticed that I was in my mom's house. I "assumed" that my mom carried me to her bed while I was still asleep. So I went back into her bedroom and fell asleep again.

This time I woke up in an outside loft, and now I KNEW something was going on. I wondered if I could've been dreaming, so I did a reality check. And I was lucid. I looked around and saw my brother standing on a bridge not too far off, so I walked over there. Then out of nowhere, some guy comes running out with a fishing pole stuck through his body down the middle (wth?). He looked like a mad man on a rampage or something, l0l. He looked like a murderer, and I think he wanted to kill us. Since it was my dream, I had the sudden urge that I wanted to kill somebody. People started gathering around him now, wondering why there was a fishing pole stuck in him.

I ran up to him, braced myself, closed my eyes, and jumped on him. Since I thought I could do anything in my dream, I reached for the fishing pole and gave a long hard jerk, which gave him serious pain. Groaning, he held a dagger up to my face. I grabbed it to show him who's boss. Almost like in slow motion, I "dropped" the dagger with the tip down, and it planted right into the murderer's chest. He fell over, dead. Then the dream faded to black.

I must have accidentally done an LDEILD here, but I'm not so sure. The dream opened up, and I was still lucid.
I was sitting at a computer. It looked like a game screen. It was weird, because there was a menu of games on the screen. One which was lucid dreaming (Once you clicked on it, you had to visualize your scenery and then you would have to step into the computer and be warped to where you visualized). I tried clicking on it but it wouldn't work; instead it brought me to another game that almost looked like an online game. (like FreeRealms) My brother was in the other room on his PS3, playing some racing game. So I guess that's why I couldn't access the lucid dreaming "game". I closed my eyes, and tried to imagine my neighborhood, but it just wouldn't work.

I was warped to... what seemed to be a dentist's office. I was sitting in one of the comfy chairs. I picked up a dictionary, and opened it up to the last page, which was the M's. In the next room, I heard Jenette McCurdy say, "Mom, I'm scared." l0l. It was so weird. (Which made me think of the dentist episode of iCarly)

Staring at the dictionary page, I tried to imagine the neighborhood once more, but to no avail.
I think I woke up after this.

This morning I dreamed I saw the Sun rising through the woods that are north of my house. I believe I had actually woken up before this dream and saw it was dawn through the glass door. In my dream I was looking through this door and I could see the Sun through the woods, as if they were transparent, as it rose above the horizon. The disk of the Sun was bright crimson and it was surrounded by perfect blackness. As it rose I gave my the solar adoration for sunrise:

Hail unto thee who art Kephre in thy rising,
And unto thee who art Brahma in thy birth
And even unto thee who are Zeus in thy ambition.
Hail unto thee oh Sun in this thy rising.

By the time I had finished the Sun was completely above the horizon.


Yesterday at sunset I meditated on the visualization of a red setting Sun, as described in the Contemplation Sutra. This might well have been an inspiration for the dream.

8-28-2010

So I decided to go ahead and give the DEILD method a shot. I wasn't sure how I'd go about attempting it because it involves reflexively keeping my eyes shut when I wake up and, to be honest, I've got no practice doing that. So I go to bed at about 12:30 with an alarm set around 4 o clock. I wake up a few minutes before 4 o clock and turn on my iPod to play some Solitaire. I want to get in the habit of working out the logic center of my mind while I'm in bed at night. I think this will help me out a lot. I go back to bed. About an hour later I wake up because I have to use the bathroom and lo and behold I've got quite a long dream ready and recalled:

Leah and I are driving home from seeing some comedy in theaters with my parents. In the movie I remember it being sorta creepy because the main bad guys were crazy tall and white and really scary looking. During the move in fighting myself to stay awake. I am sitting by Leah. As I watch the movie it sometimes takes on a first person view. The evil looking characters on screen get into a bunch of fights over turf. They remind me of smart zombies. I slowly start to nod off. Towards the end of the movie i go and stand at the front of the theater and watch the last of the movie standing.

After that we head over to a laser tag and my mom makes my brother and I play a game. The women running the place charges five bucks per person. I overhear my mom and sister buying our tix for us. The clerk suggests me and my brother just share a gun to save money until we decide I'd we like it. My mom gets us each our own. The suits have a mouth guard bracket built onto the front and i put it in my mouth without thinking and immediately regret it. In my mind I'm positive I'll have herpes now or something. I glance over and my brother is sitting slouched against a wall on a black bench. He is spaced out. He looked dejected and bored.

Then Leah and i are driving home. We are both tired. I'm using the gps to get us home but I want to stop at a hotel to sleep but we can't because of the dog waiting at home to use the bathroom. Leah mentions that my parents are leading us home a different way than normal. I follow the gps.

Not bad at all for having a few off nights this week. So I go back to bed and I wake up AGAIN. This time I come startling myself awake but the world is in blackness. I can't see anything! You guessed it: I managed to keep my eyes shut. I'm not sure if it was reflex or the fact that I was actively thinking about it before I go to bed. So I'm laying there with my eyes shut. I feel a tiny bit heavy on my back and I feel mostly numb. My toes randomly spasm every once in awhile and my heart starts to race. I know I'm in a good position for the DEILD technique. But of all the things that could happen I start to hear birds singing LOUDLY outside of my window and when that happens I KNOW it's day time and, I'm not sure how, but I KNOW my alarm is about to go off. I hear a faint buzzing sound that is very distinguishable from all of the other noises. Is this part of my HI? I don't know. All I DO know is that I'm suddenly hypersensitive to sounds.

So I stay laying there for a few more minutes when lo and behold the alarm does go off. I get out of bed and grumble my way to the shower. And then while I'm in the shower I'm hit like an epiphany with recalls of "four" other dreams.

I'm in some sort of giant church like structure. My friend Phil is there and so is Lawrence, Chris, and Jake K. We are sitting in the big room where I assume the Pastor is going to preach when somebody starts handing out stacks of bacon as a snack. I say 'Hey, why not' and grab a huge stack and absolutely stuff my face with it. I then go ahead and sit down for the sermon. Time passes, I'm sure, because I'm running out of the room and towards the stairs. I jog up these stairs and turn right to where a small bedroom is. And there are all my friends! Skipping out on the sermon to play video games. I'm mad immediately... Not for skipping the sermon... But for not telling me they were so I could too! I remember in my dream, as well, to be kind and polite around Phil. I know I think to myself that he's a good guy.

For some reason I'm up stairs in some house. I "know" it's my parents house. I walk down the stairs and outside to see some sort of dog out there. My parents had just left to go see a movie. I'm sure of that for some reason as well. So I've been left to take care of the dog. The dogs name is Asimov (Yes, as in Isaac Asimov). For some reason the dog gets hurt or gets killed and my parents return and I tell them what happened. They mention how at the movie they spent the whole time looking for "Asimov" but couldn't find him because he was under a different name. Don't ask me. It doesn't make sense over here, neither.

And now I'm shopping. I've been sent downtown by my wife to go check out this resale shop. I'm assuming it's some sort of 'Platos Closet' because as I walk up to it, it is in an underground mall, the woman at the door goes: "Are you Randall? Leah shops here all the time." I say yeah I am and that I'm here to look at jeans. She asks if I need any help finding anything and I decline. It's at this point she points out that they are closing in 5 minutes. I let her know that I'll hurry. I hate when customers linger in my store. So I look around at the jeans and there's a woman back there as well waiting to help. I don't see anything I really like and end up hoofing it back towards the front to leave. It's at that moment that, for whatever reason, an explosion occurs and I'm sent flying. I land back on the ground and my leg is very clearly broken. The women are freaking out and blaming eachother but none of them seem hurt.

And now I'm sitting in another basement. This time in front of a nice bass stack. My brothers friend, Marc, is there. And I'm pretty sure the other guy is Rob. There's a smaller Asian kid that I've never seen but he has black hair combed over and he plays the guitar. I'm obviously in this band. We shoot the breeze for a little bit and plan to practice when the Asian kid says that this is their last show. They just can't do it anymore. He is kind of a dick. So I ask him, gesturing at my leg, 'Is it because I broke this?'. He shakes his head and says that there's no money in it. I tell him: Well, hey. Once you guys hit 18 you'll be able to play shows every couple of days and make plenty of cash. I tell him my band is playing Marys Place (which we are, in real life! I'm plugging my own band in my own dreams) and that we're bringing in about 20% of the door. I envision what the place looks like so he can see it. I show him a bunch of elegant tables set up in front of a nice stage. Everyone is well dressed. This seems to change his thought process because he's suddenly backpedaling and saying things like 'Well, actually we had plans to...' and then that's all I really remember.

The dream started as I entered my school, which was darker than the usual. It all made sense to me, for I quickly found out the reason was many of the light bulbs had burned out. From a previous dream I had, I could watch, while going through the main corridor, videos of my friend practicing radical sports such as bungee jumping. I assumed that was his way of introducing himself to the rest of the school.
I got in my class, also very ill-lit, and saw him there. I asked him where was he sitting at, so I could get a chair around there, and he answered me, looking a bit careless.

At a certain point, some girls showed up at our class, as the usually do during their break or before their teachers arrive. Some of them left, and only one, who is older than me, sat down and did not move. Me and my friend, the newcomer, started talking to her.

I have absolutely no idea why, but he asked her about lucid dreaming.
I instantly became lucid, and also asked her the same question. She got up, opened a portal (it felt as though we were all lucid. It was a dream within a dream )and jumped into it, coming back a few seconds later. I also tried to do that, and I wrote some words on the ground, succesfully managing to open a portal. I tried to activate it, but it just made a lot of noise and changed colors. I hit it with my hands and turn it off.
The three of us walk out of the room, get into the principal's and start talking about defusing a bomb, which would wake us all up. My friend leaves me and her alone, saying he would look for the bomb - I think now we were in a simulation of a bomb attack-. As soon as he's out of the room, I hide the real explosive in a desk, and some smoke infests the place, in a way it would make the secret location of the bomb more secure.

I know we have not got much time, so I write on the table we are sitting at, me and her, ''What do you know about LDing?", and correct it below the first sentence "Lucid dreaming." - I can feel the texture of the table I am writing on. It looks real.- I say I am sorry for the bad handwriting and she tells me hers is even worse. She writes down numbers from 1 to 5, and ask me to lick them.

I don't have much time left, so I do it, being able to feel everything perfectly. Words start getting visible to me, and I can read only two of what was written next to the 5 numbers. The first one said "1. The ocean is strong and it's a very useful tool on attaining lucidity;" and "2. My heart is broken, and I can't get lucid as I could in the past;" I try to ask her what does it all mean, but the dream starts to fade, when everybody around us stop walking and freeze. I feel it coming apart and wake up licking the air.

Comment: This was the most epic LD I have ever had, and though I have only had 2 decent ones so far, I must say I think I'm finally starting to make some progress.

Edited for improved awesome.

28.08.2010

The Cult (DILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This looks less than safe.

As I enter the old-tyme, run-down, elevator, I cant help but notice the slanted walls and stain-splattered, dirty yellow upholstery. The door squeaks shut as I randomly hit a floor. I have nowhere to go but up, after all.

My wretched metal tomb lurches as it moves, slowly, upwards into this forsaken hotel. . .

DING!

Hmm. That went better than expected, I muse as I exit the elevator, into the much more luxurious, five-star hotel floor. Walking down the hallways, I pass some strange looking fellows. Very well dressed, but not in any discernible uniform. They greet me kindly, and I return the gesture, rounding the corner into a large meeting room. Ornate pillars dot the perimeter of the area, and off to the left stand numerous folding chairs lined in pew-like rows. Each chair faces forward, toward, a marble altar, complete with curved stairs and huge red and gold-trimmed banners sporting some indistinguishable symbol.

Striding to the chairs, I take a seart. Almost instantly, people begin to stream in and take up seats around me. It becomes clear this is some kind of cult, and they're about to have a mass. I don't belong here. Maybe if I lie low, no one will notice--what am I doing? Standing up, I draw my Katana from my side. The DCs around me gasp and scramble out of the way as I begin my trek out of this ridiculous place.

Two guards block my path out. Not waiting for them to move, I strike them down. . . Or, that's what would have happened if my blade had actually cut. From behind me, "Look at how weak he is. He can't even cut us with his sword."

Like hell, I can't.

I turn quickly and Flash Step to the source of the voice: a colorfully robed man with a golden staff. We fight. My nimble slashes find their way past his rather poor defenses, but each blow I land doesn't even graze him. He begins laughing.

"Bankai!"

Energy bursts out around me and encircles my blade. Swiping downward, I cleave his staff in two. I don't hear any laughter as I shove my Katana through his shoulder. Looking into his eyes, I make sure he understands, 'I'm not done yet.'

"Reverse Bankai, Resurrection!"

My view pops out to third person as light surrounds my body. I feel my sword merge with me, encasing my hands and lower arms, turning them into massive, symmetrical hammers. My grip on the dream wavers. Everything starts to fade away. . .

Oh no you don't.

Utilizing seat of my pants attention manipulation, I'm able to recreate the dream, keeping my new, taller, more muscular form. Unfortunately, I'm no longer in that room. Before me lies a long and perilous staircase, into the heavens. Starting the long climb, towards what I assume is the final battle with the cult leader, three armed men assault me from behind.

My hammers make quick work of their futile attempts to cut me. Two of them I crush outright, while the other survives my initial pound long enough to inform me I've already killed the robed man from before, along with twelve others. This thought sits well with me as I continue my endless climb.

So I got back into doing the WBTB function and my recall was much better. I remember three different dreams. The final one I had during a fifteen minute nap which is pretty wild, honestly.

For some reason I own some house that an old acquaintance, Zeb, used to own or live in. It seems fairly run down but in the basement there is a large collection of band promotional stuff. I'm talking: posters, albums, stickers, shirts, and whatever else you can think of. Somewhere down the line I invite him and a few friends over to my new place and I tell him about the stuff I found down there. He looks at me, very seriously, and tells me not to sell any of it or make any sort of money off of it. I tell him he can have it all back and that, at most, I had just been giving it out for free.

This is just a fragment.I remember seeing some sort of promotion for an album that my buddy Tom is a part of. It's getting rave reviews.

I'm in a dark and gothic looking version of New York City. I work at a grocery store and I look like a younger Brad Pitt. For some reason an epic chase scene starts up and I'm suddenly on top of a moving van fighting for my life to get something or take something from somebody. The car I'm clinging to is swinging this way and that until finally some other person, an older man whom I know somehow, drives along side me and starts bumping me and demanding what I've got/am trying to get. I fight him but eventually he causes an accident and I am thrown from the car. I flash forward to the next morning working at the grocery store. I'm sitting down slumped against a wall when this beautiful woman comes in. She's white with long brown hair and dark eyes. She comes over to me and we begin talking. I don't really know what we talk about until finally I say: "You don't know what it's like. I have no ambition. I'm going with you."

And now we're outside of some large castle looking place and we're talking in a hushed whisper. She says the place belongs to her father, Tsuonga. We walk down these concrete steps that are overgrown by dead trees and arrive in front of a large black and brown polished door. For some reason I can suddenly see a glowing yellow receptacle similar to the one seen while playing Oblivion. I make a little joke about it and she nervously laughs. And then the door swings open. We slowly walk in and as we do I warn her that sometimes, in Oblivion, you can get invited into a room and then attacked for no reason. So she needs to be careful.

We're in this building now and everything about it is gigantic. The ceiling is arched and appears infinitely high. There seems to be several different levels all displayed above us, sort of like a mall, and everything reeks of opulence. But everything is still very dark. So we crouch and start to slowly make our way forward. She mutters something in my ear about keeping a lookout for her dad and I nod and we continue. And then suddenly we hear him jogging down the stairs and to the bottom where we are at. He looks odd though. Like a mix between the Mars Attack Aliens (without the helmet) and the Green Goblin and his movements remind me of an NPC in any RPG you've ever played. One minute he's far away and the next, like framerates skipping, he's mere feet away. He jerks towards us and then back up the stairs. My heart is hammering and I motion for her to slowly move forward. So we do. And then suddenly he's descending upon us and obviously furious. We start to fight back but he's absurdly strong. For some reason I try to use some form of magical lightning but my power is low and I'm unable to hold him with it. I run up a set of stairs as and grab him from behind as he closes his arms around some person that is suddenly there. It appears to be a girl. I scream to the girl that I arrived here with and tell her that I'm going to pull his face away from the woman, as he is gnawing on her neck, and that she needs to be ready to shoot power into him even if he is her father. She says OK.

So I grab hold of his chin and grimace as I feel the wetness of the open wound and his saliva and I pull my hardest to get him away from the womans neck. He's biting furiously like a zombie and I'm struggling to even keep him still. And then I wake up.

I am walking home from work. I am near the hospital. A hot blond in a black sports car pulls up and offers me a ride. I get in. We are on my street but it is more wooded with less houses. The sky is now over cast and there are broken branches covering the street. I think there must have been a storm. She stops. She tells me that the road looks awfully secluded. I ask her if I should walk from here. She says no and slow continues making her way around the larger branches.
We are now in my house. We are having some conversation. She look at my pictures on the wall. There was something religous in one. She smiles and comments on it. I ignore her and we continue to walk down the hallway. I stop at
the door to my room. I thank her for the ride and begin to say goodbye. She walks to another bedroom. I follow her. I ask her for her phone number but instead of answering me she takes her shoes off. I say or you can stay and visit a while. My eyes follow up her bare legs an body. Or you can get naked too. She starts toward me naked. I open my arms to touch her. AND THEN THE ALARM WAKES ME UP!!!!!

I'm baaack.

Originally Posted by #1. First Appearances

It's dark, and I'm surrounded by beautiful, frightening living statues made of shadow... twisted, slender, lethal. I want to remember them when I wake up, because they're mine.

08/26/10



The Monster of the Week gets in over its head.

This dream takes place in my old apartment building in Ixburg. The suite is a floor down from where I actually used to live, and it's been refitted with giant windows. It has a balcony with a fire exit, and the place is spacious and airy. Which is fortunate, because I live there with a group of people, and we're all sleeping together.

I'm alone in the bedroom when I see it. A presence has been on the edges of my consciousness for a while now, and it finally coalesces into a physical form. It's a black statue, shiny and carved out of something like obsidian or onyx. It's vaguely humanoid, but it's a simplified form. It has a somewhat bulbous head, but the rest of it is sleek, almost liquid.

Time speeds up, and I watch life continue in fast-forward. The other people in the apartment don't notice the statue at all. I have the feeling that it's been there for some time, and the fact that I can see it now means nothing good.

Ignoring the others going about their day, I stand up from the bed and walk over to the statue. It's immobile, but I can feel a dark presence.

It's moving. The statue bends an arm back, quick as lightening, and stabs forward. My mouth falls open in an involuntary gasp, and I see myself being impaled on the thing's arm, its hand reaching out through my lower back. I come to the sudden, horrible realization that I'm a sacrifice, and the only person who lives here that meets the requirements. Golden white light streams into my vision, claiming everything, and I feel myself fall back, completely detached from my physical form.

It's like being in the blue-white light from previous dreams, but this feels more like home, more a part of myself. I'm searching for something, cataloguing information that my conscious mind can't comprehend. And I feel it.

The "statue" exists before me as an infinitesimal dark speck, a mote of dust. The thing before me, the spirit inside the statue, I reach out - no, I don't even have to reach out. Just by existing in this state, I snuff out its tiny little black soul.

The light falls away, and I'm left standing in the apartment, completely intact. The dark presence is gone, and I allow myself a glimmer of satisfaction.

There's a reason they call me the Lightbringer.

Mugging the Monster. Scare Factor: 2.

So my dream started and i was alone at a little house party, im confused as to whose it was. I remember sitting on a big couch with one of my friends to the left of me, and someone else to the right, whom i was talking to. They got up and walked away, so i turned to my friend and tried to strike up a conversation. She dully pointed to the doorway, and two old friends walked into the room. Every time i dream about one of them in particular, i feel like a pointing dog. They sat down on the couch with us and at that point my bf, Dan and close friend, Lindz appeared, they are definitely my comfort zone here. There was a little scene with the entertainment unit, i dont remember specifically, but i knew it was haunted..

The night skipped forward a little, we were in an elevator and i was told that we were going up, to the top floor of the building. But i could see the floors going down. We got off and an old neighbour and her family was there, they were moving. So we tried to help.

Then my bf and i were at my old house, and we had stuff that we needed to bring to our apartment(which i dont actually have) so my parents offered to drive the stuff over, and i was in the back seat. Dan was driving his car(which he doesnt actually have) behind us. We were heading up a local street and a big wall appeared in the middle of the road ahead of us with a big gate in the middle. My dad got angry and floor'd it, hoping to just bust open the gate. But we hit a cement block on the bottom of the gate, and the car went soring into the sky.

It was not good, i saw everything in slow motion. It felt like we were up, above the rooftops for minutes. I got really scared and started to wake up, i asked myself, "were we ever going to fall? or did i just wake up from a flying dream?!"

In my dream my family and I where going to Toronto Canada and I though about the movie Scott Pilgrim and then I thought I was going to Ramona Flowers house and I did. then we where sitting on a side walk wall like thing. And she said something about it being like a dream. I then realized that it was and I grabbed by her shoulders saying it was a dream. she said so? I then said "No. That means that if I wake up..." I wake up to apparently having dinner with my family and her I forgot what happened after that but I woke up for real soon afterwords.
It was pretty cool.

i was in my home town walking around in my back yard. i was trying to realize what i was doing outside. i went to my neighbors house and saw an older woman in bed sleeping so i left. i walked outside and there was a little girl just standing in the grass staring at me(she might have been the older woman's daughter). i stopped and we stared at each other. I started to feel more vivid and almost guilty(maybe for trespassing into her house). i realized i had to go to work so i ran across the street and entered an old rickety house, which resembles nothing of where i work. i opened the back door and saw some of my co-workers(trevor & others). i talked to them for a short while. then everyone stopped working and the building became my friend's(heather) house(although this building looks nothing like her house). it had the basement of where i went to pre-school(in the basement of a church), and 2 stories. there were 3 sets of stairs. i was looking around in drawers for something, but cant remember. i entered a small study room(looked abandoned with stacked boxes and an old desk) there was a very narrow door i peaked through and saw the hallway. i could hear my co-workers talking downstairs. i went to the bathroom and had to pee(luckily i did not piss in my bed). after i finished i was washing my hands in the sink(with no mirror to see myself) and something made me question whether i was dreaming or not. i did a RC(pinched my nose) and i couldnt breath which i thought was odd. i stopped and just started thinking because before my RC i was pretty confident i was dreaming, but then i just gave up and continued my non-lucid dreaming. i walked out of the bathroom and met a very attractive blond. she started flirting with me and lead me into her room, where "the obvious" happened. i woke up right after we finished.

i had around 6 dreams that night, but this was my last. i dont think i even did a RC in my others(i can only recall the last 2 dreams). this was the first time i tried a RC so im hoping the next time i go to sleep i will do another reality check. the past week ive been trying to WILD, WBTB, and DEILD. but this night i just wanted to get some sleep and wasnt trying any kind of method on purpose. i kept waking up because it was the time i usually wake up on my own and i have a sore throat which is very irritating. i was really surprised to see any progress on a night like this. my RCing is starting to become more of a habit.


my previous dream before this:

I had a false awakening. i was in my room, although it looked more narrow. there was a candle on my dresser very close to the wall. the wall started to catch on fire and the flames reached the ceiling. smoke was getting thicker, i started choking, and i passed out(probly had something to do with my soar throat). thats when i actually woke up and checked what time it was. then i went back to sleep and had my last dream.

side notes:
i was sick(soar throat)
i did NOT take any vitamin b6 supplements that day(i had taken b6[200mg] the previous 4 days)
i was not planning on being lucid this night
this was almost a DILD(never tried to DILD before)
reality checking is starting to become a stronger habit
im questioning my dreams