memorable

The Blue ally: I was walking in an unfamiliar town. i met raven there (the kid who use to be my neighbor). We were walking and talking, and i don't know what were we talking about. I kept looking up and seeing this large blue object in the sky. It took over half the sky and was funnel shaped. I thought it might be a planet on a collision course with earth. But, The blue object shrunk and landed on the ground in front of me and raven. We both watched as the object morphed into a blue semi trailer. It started driving off. Me and Raven ran after it. It turned a corner. As we turned the corner the object stopped and then morphed into a sports car and turned another corner. As we turned the next corner, we say there was a path of destruction in it's trail: A 10ft high rubble mixture of trees houses and cars that went as far as the eye could see.

Dangerous road: me and my dad were driving on a road late at night leaving a campground that might have been burnt timber. he turned a sharp corner and said "whew, that was close... but it's not as dangerous as this next part." The road turned and went into an almost vertical angle. we plunged into darkness.

Moon: I was looking at a large moon like object in the sky. I knew I had seen it many times before, and that everytime it had came to destroy the planet. I knew i would lose conciousness soon, so i waited for it quietly

Girl: i have a vague impression i was talking to some girl. I can't remember more, though i feel i am missing something important.

breaking into lucidity: After i had woken up and jotted downt he first set of dreams I began drifting off. I entered a dream scene right away. I was looking at my feet! it was a change from hands. I was so excited i woke up. Then i concentrated more and saw my dream feet again!

Street walk: I was walking down a street and was lucid. I was too busy enjoying my walking, so i thought i would try the right way of walking in dreams. I curled my hands and fixed my gaze on the horizon. I just kept walking. I felt peacefull as the dream ended.

Epilepsy: I was in a room where H, the epilleptic man i lived with as a child, was eating a bowl of cereal. He started shaking violently and some guy grabbed him. I said "NO, he gets very violent after a seizure! leave him alone let him get through it" I watch as H tried to regain control of himself. But his body kept shaking and contorting. he was desperately trying to spoon the cereal into his mouth. He began splashing milk everywhere, it even projected from his mouth. I saw my mother standing at the other end of the table.

"you looked after him for years!" i yelled at her. "do something". But she gave me a snooty look and walked past me. I ran to the other end of the room to avoid getting splashed by the milk. but he began splashing it at me. I ran around and behind him and he then regained control of himself.

Basement: I was ina dream house. My mother was upstairs and i was up late watching "Zoolander" with my brother. My dad came downstairs and started watching it with us. "Strange" i thought. "normally my motehr would flip if he was here. We kept watching the movie. It was at the scene where zoolanders friends were throwing gas on eachother.

Raccoon boy: I was in some sort of mall or public building. I entered a room where a boy was standing. He has rough grey fur all over his body, and his face resembled something like a cross between and Ewok and a raccooon. As soon as he saw me, he seemed to recognise me. He playfully adopted a fighting stance. He had sharp claws and we began fighting. I blocked a few of his attacks, but his claws kept getting caught in my shirt sleeves. He then stopped and fled the room.

I chased after him and he was no longer a raccoon. He was a small puppy and he ran up to me. I picked up the puppy and cradled it. It was very affectionate and I put it down. A woman was the owner of the puppy and she said "he likes you so much why don't you keep him?" I said "naw he's yours i could never do that. The puppy ran into another room and i went to that room because that's where the exist was. He was in his raccoon form again with the same fighting posture. I sparred with him again. we exchanged a few blows. and i crouched into a left side horse with a right outside circle block. His claws got caught in my right sleeve and began tearing it to shreds. I stood up in my normal position and said "Hey, STOP! you just ripped my shirt. i have to fix this now."

He stopped swinging at me with his other arm and froze. He looked me in the eye. I could tell he was fighting his most natural instinct to fight me. he knew i was right. after a few seconds he looked down and away. I took a few seconds to unhook his sharp claws from my sleeve. and he ran off. the sleeve was wrapped around my hand tightly. I struggled for a moment to undo it. when i was finished i saw he had cut my hand. He had pulled some flesh out below my right thumb and it was bleeding like crazy. i also saw a yellow substance in the blood.

Fixing my hand: I was back at home. I got out of bed and my hand was still bleeding. I went out of my room. i saw my dad in the living room and my mother came out of her room asking for a smoke. I said "just wait a few minutes while i patch my hand up."

In the bathroom i looked at my hand. the flesh under my thumb was still gone and it looked like there were 3 black slits from where raccoon boy clawed me. "that little twerp" i thought. I ran cold water over my wound and the bleeding resumed. I looked on the bathroom counter and noticed bandaids stuck to the counter. I went to open the cover to see if i could find fresh ones but i just woke up.

movies: I was watching a dream as if it were a movie. In one scene there were a bunch of Indians and chinese people in a war. Tho other movie I forget what it was about. But i could shift between the two different movie scenes at will.

House: I was in my kitchen. It was very vivid. There was food and half rotten food all over the kitchen. I was hungry and trying to find something to eat. I reached in the cupboard and found a drumstick. I ate it and it was covered in all sorts of sauce. It was very sticky. There was someone else there. Maybe my mother.

Trapped: Me and a few others were trapped in some sort of dangerous warehouse. A few ravens may have been there. We were walknig around the big rooms trying to find a way out. At one point i saw someone leap up to a window. I knew if they tried the window they would die. the person went out and their body dissapeared in a flash. I heard a loud whirring sound and it seemed as if the persons energy body was being consumed by something. There was a woman beside me, may have been blue dreamer.

I started jumping really high to the ceiling trying to find out where one sound was coming from. When i got back down BD said a dead person or a spirit was trapped in a particular part of the ceiling. I leapt up again to see if i could hear it. and indeed i heard someone deep within the ceiling making some kind of noise. I got back down and said to BD "hey you got the inner ear!". she just kind of chuckled.

Highest Ridge: me and my dad were driving to work but through a wooded area. The scenery began to change. first it was hills and then we were driving through high mountain peaks. They looked very spectacular. We parked up on a high ridge. My dad said "ok we have to hike down to the job." i said "impossible! there's a sharp cliff in every direction."

Party At the warehouse: I was in a large warehouse where there was some DJ's. I went outside and it was daytime. A silvery haired man walked by and said hello as if he knew me. He invited me in and i said something like "My boss only gave me so much" he said "Yeah, i know how it is. a little money here and there, but never enough for everything." I said "yeah, I gotta eat first and foremost" He agreed and said it's important for one to always look after themselves.

I think another man walked by. but the thought of food made me hungry. A woman and a man were sitting nearby with some food. The woman said "we have a large cake we are trying to get rid of." i tried to say "maybe my mom might like that more the me" But the words came out wrong. Something wasn't right. why couldn't i speak. I yelled "hey, can you guys hear me?" twice. They both shook their heads and said no. I sat down with them and started eating a bag of chips.

later, I was inside the party sitting at a wooden table with some people i seemed to know from the Dreamviews forum. I think one may have been waking nomad. he seemed to joke around like him. He had brown hair and eyes. someone was with him who seemed to be his friend. He was teasing me about guitar playing. he said "You play great punk guitar". I said "I hate punk... why would I play punk guitar" we went back and forth like that for a while. I kept looking across the table and across from me was a beautiful woman with brown hair. she never spoke but always seemed to look at me whenever i looked at her. she never seemed annoyed and seemed to match my gaze. she had huge brown eyes and a child like face. but her eyes seemed much older. Her face was sometimes luminescent, as if she was trying to burn her image of her into my mind. Both her and waking nomad stuck out of the dream like a color character in a black and white film.

I looked at the wooden railings and recognised Slayer's handwritting. The words spoke of synchronicity. I said to Nomad "so, you and slayer are friends now huh." he said "that's right." Then he harrassed me more about about playing punk guitar.


Shamanic chatroom: I was in the chat a lonewolfs forum. GS was there. somehow he had hacked the chat and kept changing the color scheme. he kept laghing 'cause he made everything in chat look white. which made it impossible to see what i was typing.

Small lucid: I realised i was entering a dream. I was outside a large warehouse floating to ward it. I grabbed onto a white pipe. I forgot what i had wanted to do and the dream faded almost instantly

Dream1: Instant lucid. I was standing in a white place where all the DV members were sleeping. I saw one bed read: Amazeo xD. I suddenly remembered to look for R. I yelled out her name really loudly a couple of times.
suddenly I was in a black space. I hear R call me back in the darkness. I called her name again.

Her: It's too dark I can't find you.

me: just keep moving you'll run into me.

By this time i really had to pee so i decided to wake up.

Dream2: I was at a nightclub. I was walking towards the dancefloor and recognised a black girl i knew from highschool. But she had a beard. I walked right past her and onto the dancefloor.

"Arthur" I heard someone call out behind me. I thought "Oh no someone has mistaken me for my brother again". i couldn't see who was calling me so i went back up to the bar area. I hear my brothers name being called again.
I bought a cheese bread snack and sat down with jeff777 at a table. WE ate our food quietly. He got up and i got up shortly after. I don't remember what happened after that, but suddenly i was in a boxing ring with jeff.

WE were kung fu fighting for fun. The fight seemed to slow down and i could measure each counter to his moves. I blocked so many of his moves he just shrugged his shoulders and left.

Dream 3: I was a wolf walking on a dirt road. I came a cross a T in tersection. It was obvious I was on a mountain. At the T intersection a large farming fence. Behind the fence were cows. They started running because a Bull was vicously attacking them. They stopped in their tracks, so did the bull. I looked towards the other ends of the road and standing guard were these incredibly large horned bulls. I sensed there was gonna e a slaughter and I was caught in the middle of it. Just then I saw a pack of Wolves huddled together and ready to defend themselves. I felt safe as soon as I saw them So i cautiously walked up to them and joined them. I knelt my head and waited for the battle to start.

Dream4: I was on a busy street riding with people in a Car. I got out of the car and started riding a very large bike. The bike was so large that the scenery was small beneath me. It was hard to control and the brake handles were pushed in. I was dodging things carefully while pulling out each brake handle. When i succeeded i parked the bike in a ditch. And suddenly i was blocked somehow from all side of the ditch. i couldn't get out.

Dream5: A brief dream where Dan And Jesse from Ontario came to visit. They were staying At my house. I noticed they had resumes with them. I told them "wait... you're moving in and loking for a job?". They both giggled and said "Yes"

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5/27/10 - Enchanted Retreat

Dream Non-Dream Lucid

I was on a class trip of some sort to a week-long retreat. It wasn't anything to do with school; this retreat was to help us learn magic. The building reminded me of a boarding school without classrooms, if that makes sense. It also had a pool out back and was near a beach and some marsh.

The girls and boys were split up. There were about ten in each group. I don't know where the boys went, but the girls just went on a random walk on the beach.

On our way back from the beach, I noticed some black sand. One girl explained that it was black because a giant squid had exploded.

The next day, we learned to fly. All of the girls were standing around the pool with broomsticks. We were supposed to concentrate on hovering.

Hardly anyone could get it right. Mary and I were somehow able to fly around a bit. Apparently we were "talented."

I was so excited that I started flying around the marsh, dipping down low and then flying high. It was difficult but I somehow managed.... until I landed. When I got back to the pool, my broom snapped. Whoops. Apparently, it had been given to me by a kind neighbor of Hannah's.

Oh well.

On the third day, the entire class just hung out by the pool while we waited for our parents to come pick us up. When mine arrived, they wanted to see what I'd learned.

I went to the broom closet and found a new broom. When I came out, I noticed Mary showing off her skill and smirked. I could do better. I pushed off the ground hard and flew high over the marsh. I circled a few times before landing in front of my parents. They looked impressed, but not entirely shocked. I guess they've seen flying broomsticks before.

I woke as we were driving home.

Actually written on 2-17-2014

Forget the pictures. We have Opheila to thank for that.

Anyways, I'm having some dream about sneaking into some base and stealing something. I don't recall much of the dream up until the part where I escaped the base.
I am on this beach area that becomes a desert. There are mountains in the distance. Lia is there and she is what prompts me to reality check. I become lucid. She seems distressed; we're in a rush to get out of here. I see something flying toward us in the distance and hear a thumping sound, like something is walking.
So Jonathan, my dream nemesis comes down on this hovering platform device and deploys all these combat robots.
Now if I were faced with this setup today, I'd probably reduce this small army to a pile of scrap metal relatively quickly. But this was only my 15th or 16th induced lucid dream. And most of my lucid dreams before that had been Layer 1's where I had immediately woken up upon becoming lucid. So I had little practice.
I look over my shoulder. Manei says one word to me.
"Run."
What?! Why are we running?! I'm lucid. We can kick some robot butt! It's just a couple of combat robots! This would have been the coolest dream ever... ugh forget it.

Well we're off and running. Now I don't know if it's like a dream guide thing or something, but should she be able to run at like fifty miles per hour? I can't keep up with her. I didn't know terraskating yet, so I just stuck to my measly sprinting speed.
Afterwards, we end up arriving in this small town about two miles from the base. The dream begins to take more of a positive spin at this point. Lucky for us, you can't get tired from running in a dream. We went into a fenced off pool and I learned how to breathe underwater in a dream. I simply figured that in a dream, if you can breathe through your pinched nose because your nose isn't actually pinched. So you can breathe underwater because you aren't actually underwater.
I got some good manifesting practice in. And met the dream character that I would eventually identify as Marcus. I woke up not long after.

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5/11/10 - The Neighborhood Creeper
Dream Non-dream Lucid

I was at my house, in the living room. My dad had been talking with some neighbors and came to tell me what they'd said. I could tell there was something weird going on.
"Autumn," he told me, "I need you to keep an eye out for a strange guy in a hooded jacket. He is the neighborhood creeper and will steal all our silverware, so please watch out." He then left.
I peeked out the window. Coming towards the house, across the lawn, was a creepy-looking guy of about thirty wearing a red hoodie. I quickly tiptoed over to the front door and locked it. Then I crept back to the window. The guy was right there in front of me! I tried to hide, but he spotted me. He walked through the wall itself and stood in front of me. I made a mean face, attempting to scare him off, but he just laughed. He looked straight at me and suddenly his face transformed. It was hideous, with huge eyes that spun as though he were trying to hypnotize me. I realized that was exactly what he was doing.
I covered my eyes to protect myself, but couldn't resist a peek. The creeper was right up in my face. I blacked out.
When I "woke", I was sitting in a chair in my living room. We talked about something I don't recall.
Then my dad walked in. "Oh, hi," he said, "Who's this?"
The neighborhood creeper glared at me so I replied, "He's.... a friend, Dad."
"Well that's fine then!" said my dad cheerily before retreating to another room.

I was still pissed at my dad when I woke up.

5/5/10 - Dragon Warrior of Time
Dream Non-dream Lucid

It began as a continuation of the chapter of The Fire Eternal by Chris D'lacey that I'd just read. I was 16-year-old Lucy Pennykettle, sitting in the office of Tam Farrell, a guy who writes for some newspaper. He had just told security to leave us alone. I asked him, "How'd you know it was me? Did the dragons restore your memory?" He nodded and started pacing the room.
Then the scene changed and I was myself in my old school lunchroom with Bergstrom, another book character. He told me a "great evil" was coming and I was chosen to fight it. "Be prepared," he said, then disappeared. I held an Inuit charm he'd given me and shook it, calling out to the Pennykettle dragons for help. Nothing happened. I tried again, this time calling a specific dragon. "G'reth," I called, "G'reth!" Again, no response. I sighed and hung the charm around my neck by a string, like a lucky necklace. I figured the dragons' fire had been snuffed out by the "great evil" and I'd have to wait to revive them.
I exited the lunchroom and started toward the main school building when I heard a creaking noise. There was a trailer next to the lunchroom, and it was falling over, straight towards me. I frowned at it and pointed with my right hand. "Sit still," I commanded. It rocked back into place and stayed there, giving me a smug feeling of satisfaction.
I went into the school building and looked around. Nothing was happening. Nobody was at school. I figured I'd take care of the "great evil" later and looked at my watch, which in the dream was a time-turner. I turned it back three or four days and checked out my surroundings. Kids were all over - a normal school day. I decided to seek out someone I knew and found Bee. I showed her my time-turning watch, but she didn't believe me about it so I tried to prove it. We went a few days into the future, and......

I woke up, or rather, was woken up.

This is the second dream I had on April 29th, 2010.


Dream starts off with me and my friend Becky atop a mountain at night. It is night time and we are in a desolate mountain range as there are only forest covered mountains on either side of us as far as the eye can see in all directions. The full moon is our only illumination. There is an old Victorian style mansion halfway down the mountain so we walk there. Despite the remote location, the mansion is a popular destination for touists and the place is full of people. People come and go in and out of the building almost nonstop even though it is the middle of the night. The thing is though, that the sign advertising the mansion is considered cursed and no one will touch the fallen lettering on the outside of the building, even though everyone wants to see it restored. I think belief in curses is ridiculous so I go over and rehang the fallen lettering. Everyone, including my friend, now believes that I am now somehow cursed and will not come near me. In fact I am forced to leave by being chased off the property and have to wander the mountains alone.

The dream kind of changes. My physical appearance changes to that of a young man dressed in primitive animal furskins rags and though I am still in the vast mountain range in which this dream started, my friend and the mansion (and all the other people) have disappeared and I am in the post-apocalyptic world that the first dream took place in - except it is a few hundred years later and things have gotten so bad that humans have reverted into primitive warring tribes living off the land. I wander through the vast mountain for ages, hungry and alone until I come across a small tribe of people living in some caves on the side of a particularily steep mountain. They are initially suspicious of me and keep my at bay until I convince them that I am unarmed, lost and hungry. I find out by chatting to a few people that the tribe are Goddess worshippers who have exiled themselves from the rest of the world so that they could practice their faith in peace since most of the other tribes still ascribe to the "archaic" patriarchal Abrahamic religions and still violently war with each other because of it. The chief of this tribe, an elderly lady who looks as old as the mountains themselves, tells me that they have revived the Goddess religion of human pre-history because the fighting between the warlike patriarchal religions are why civillization collapsed and brought about the apocalypse in the first place. They live on the seculded mountain range to avoid persecution.

After talking to the chieftess I am welcomed to stay with the tribe and encouraged to participate in a competition of strength and skill between the men. The winner will be hailed as the Protector Hero of the tribe and be rewarded with the responsibilty of guarding the tribe's safety, which is a huge honour for them. I protest at first because even though my dream character has changed into someone other than the me of reality, I still think I am female even though I now have a male body. The tribe tease me for as a man it is appalling to them that I back down from a challange, but I have no idea how to explain to them that I have a girl spirit inside my male body. Someone suggests that I am a good candidate for Protector Hero because of my modesty (which is very Goddess-like) and every tribesperson seems to agree except for two. Amidst the men of the tribe a young, muscular man appears and challenges the tribe's eagerness to bless me without the trials of the competition. He seems a few years my elder, but is extremely handsome and my girlspirit instantly develops a crush on him. The other man is a shaman of the tribe who also happens to be the uncle of the challenger. I agree that it is not fair for any titles to be bestowed without testing the strength and skill of all competitors and insist that I am not participating in the challange anyway. The men scoff and say that I cannot refuse as it is the way of their tribe and as a new member I have no choice to comply lest I be expelled to survive on my own. The young man tells me his name is Atka and we set off immediately for the first challenge which is a deer hunt in a nearby forested valley.

Every man is successful in catching a deer for the tribe to eat except me, partly because I have no idea how to hunt with a bow and arrow and the deer I was about to shoot at is quickly shot first by Atka who was hiding in some nearby bushes. I stalk another deer but it too is claimed by quick and hidden Atka. I score a deer finally but I am not strong enough to carry it over my shoulder like all the other men and have to abandon it where it lay. Atka, carrying a deer over each shoulder, jeers at me. He considers me an intruder and a rival - for he was the favoured candidate to become the next Protector Hero of the tribe until I showed up. I am determined to win the next part of the challenge, just so he'll notice me in a good way because my girlspirit is still going gaga over him. I am the only one to return to the camp without a deer. After we have eaten and night has fallen I am sitting alone by the fire, unable to sleep, when Atka's shaman uncle approaches me and tempts me with magical gifts that would supposedly assist me in winning the competition. When I refuse the magical gifts (because the dubious and suspicious offer is way too obviously a trick) he then offers to make the most beautiful woman in the tribe fall in love with me if I throw the challenge. When I too refuse that he becomes enraged and summons some shadowy spirits from the surrounding forest to attack me. I grab my bow and shoot at the shadows, but they are hard to see in the flickering light of the dying fire, and being noncorporal spirits, the arrows go right through them (though somehow they are able to hurt me). I begin shooting arrows in a panic in all directions and the shadowy spirits suddenly retreat as one of my frantic shots strikes the shaman in the chest. He howls in pain then quickly retreats into the night. I am afraid that I will be driven from the tribe for injuring one of their reveared shamans, (and be forever hated by the heartthrob Atka for hurting his uncle) but no one emerges from the caves to investigate the ruckus.

The next challenge occurs the next day at dawn. The remaining shamans of the group (Atka's uncle is no where to be found, but equally no one save Atka seems to miss him and I am still too scared of being driven from the tribe to confess the events of the night) demand that all participants perform a miraculous event saying that if we are favoured by the Goddess that nothing is impossible. One by one all of the participants fail to do anything special and are eliminated from the competition until only Atka and I are left. I am to go first so I will myself into the shape of a fish and plonk myself into a nearby stream and start swimming around. Atka tries to one up me by transforming himself into an otter, leaping into the same stream and catching me in his teeth. He surfaces and shows off to the men who appaud wildly because not only am I trapped in his mouth as a fish, but I am also trapped in the body of the fish whilst he has a hold of me and he is yet able to revert back to his human form. He tosses me around in the air a few times to make his point before throwing me back into the stream, where I am able to finally revert to normal. The men all have a good laugh at my expense. Point to Atka.

The next challange consists of Atka and I having to climb down the steep side of the mountain with no protective gear or ropes, pick a rare red flower that grows in the valley below and then returning up the mountain again. It is a race as well as a test of physical endurance. It is midday and the sun glaring down upon the bare mountain side feels like it is going to bake me alive because unlike Atka, I did not strip off my furskin top before beginning the challenge - add this to the extreme physical exertion needed to cling to the rockface I begin sweating like crazy. Though Atka is older and more muscular than I, he is under no stress whatsoever, even though I am ahead at first. Eventually my hands are sweating too much and my body too tired for me to carry on and I silently conceed defeat and start climbing back up the mountain.

As I pass Atka, he strikes out with a hearty fist and knocks my block off, and knocks me right off the block. I am pretty sure I am falling to my death and though I am not scared I resign myself to my fate. I don't feel any anger towards Atka, though I do ponder the contradiction between the peacefullness of the tribe and his overly aggressive competitiveness. It is a long drop but when I hit the bottom I kind of bounce off something soft and coushy. I have landed on the rare red flower that I am supposed to retrieve except I have a new dilemma now because the flower is absolutely massive, being the size of a VW Microbus. I lay on my rose bed and contemplate for a moment what to do next (and enjoy the cool breeze while I catch my breath). Atka is still a ways up the mountain so I know I have time. Remembering how I transformed into the fish I climb off the giant rose and will myself to grow in size so that I am as tall as the mountains. I mearly have to pluck the rose from the ground (which is now the size of the nail on my pinkyfinger) and place it on the mountain ledge where the tribe is waiting.

Atka is not yet completely down the mountain but he decides to copy me and lets himself fall off. Before he is able to grow himself large and copy my feat I am able to revert back to my normal size and land on the ledge where the rose is, which also shrinks to a normal rose size. The tribe welcomes my return and Atka begrudgingly follows shortly after. This round to me, but we are not done yet as there is one more challenge apparently. Before it can be explained Atka's uncle returns and accuses me of asking him to help me cheat as well as trying to kill him the night before. I don't have any proof that reality is the reverse and figure that the tribe will take the word of a respected shaman over the word of an outsider anyway. I also don't have proof that Atka punched me in the face and knocked me off the mountainside and my girlspirit is heartbroken because of what he did. I meet the accusations with bitter silence because I am angry, frustrated and despondant. Just as I expect, the tribe asks me to leave when I cannot refute the allegations. Still clinging the rose I retreived at the bottom of the mountain I am escorted by the men of the tribe to a path that leads away from the tribal camp and told never to return.

Atka looks on without saying anything, his facial expression stern and unreadable. My girlspirt surges up one more time and I shyly offer him the rose, not sure how he'll respond to what looks like a guy offering him a flower. After a brief and almost akward silence, he accepts the gift and even smiles at me. Suddenly the mountain begins to shake violently and everyone is thrown to the ground. The shaking stops after a few moments and I stand and put my head literaly into a cloud. The mountain has doubled in size and now towers over all others in the entire mountain range. Everyone starts jumping up and down and cheers. Apparently I just passed the final challenge by allowing my heart to reugn over my mind, and thus elevated the entire tribe to Nirvana or something. It is revealed that the whole tribe knows about Atka and his uncle attacking me and the test was about forgiveness or something, which I did in the end and magically I am transformed back into a woman. The end of the dream becomes distorted and fragmented and I cannot remember anymore.

4/26/10 - Deletion
Dream Non-dream Lucid

I was in a large white room with no furniture. I was having a conversation with Hannah and Riley about lucid dreaming, and somehow I knew we were all in a dream. I think Jonathan was there, too, but he never said anything.
I remembered that we were supposed to go to the moon. I also knew that Hannah and Riley were merely DC's, and that talking to them too much would hinder my lucidity, so I told them to meet me at the moon later. They said it was cool and left. Mission accomplished... almost.
Next I decided to test my dream control. I noticed two creepy old people in the corner of the room and wished they'd go away, so (using a technique found on DV) I pointed at the old lady and said, "Delete." Nothing happened. I tried again, more forceful this time. "DELETE." Slowly, the old lady faded away. I grinned in triumph and then deleted the old man more easily, but the entire room disappeared too.
Oops.
I was outdoors now, and looked up at the moon. Time to go. It was huge in the sky, and very pretty. I figured a portal would be the fastest way to get there, so I started moving my hands in a sort of circular motion. Nothing happened, no matter how hard I concentrated.
My dad then decided to wake me up. Grr.

Maybe next time I should try using music to make a portal, like how Raven Knight does it.

4/17/10 - The Disappearing Cruise Ship
Dream Non-dream Lucid

I was on a huge cruise ship with my grandma and second cousin. The ship was extremely luxurious and beautiful, with lots of extra features. We took an elevator up several floors to a shopping center. Apparently my cousin needed some bras. We went into a small shop with lots of clothes on shelves along the wall, and others in large baskets. My grandma had to dig through a whole basket to find Allie's bra size.
When we were finally about to leave, something really weird happened that no one else seemed to notice. Suddenly, everyone - including myself - was eight or more years younger than they had been before! Which made me about four or five years old. Allie had disappeared altogether, and my grandma looked about the same but with less gray hair and wrinkles. One thing everyone knew was, somehow, the cruise ship was about to disappear. We all rushed into the elevator in a panic, trying to escape. How stupid. Before we could go down even a single floor, the cruise ship vanished from around us, and we fell into the river. People were falling out of the sky and on top of eachother. Because the ship had been docked, many were fortunate enough to land in water right by the dock itself and scramble out. Myself included. I stood on the dock and looked around desperately for my grandma. It seems I only cared about her safety and not that of my cousin - or even my own brother, who I had spotted further down the dock and who had miraculously escaped the effects of the time warp. I continued searching for my grandma, crying because I thought she'd drowned, until some rescue guy came to take me away.
Then I was back on the cruise ship with my grandma and Allie, shopping for that bra and back to age 13. Supposedly my previous experience had been a vision of the future. I wasted no time. Quickly I grabbed my grandma's hand and pulled her to the stairway. Then the weird age/time shift happened again. Nobody noticed but me, once again. I told my grandma I had something important to do and I guess she decided to humor her cute little granddaughter because we began running down the stairs as fast as possible. I passed my brother, Will, on the way. "You had the vision too?" I asked. He nodded. "We have to get out of here." Will reassured me, "I'll be fine, just take Meme [our grandma] and get out of here." I took my grandma's hand and ran ahead, off the ship and onto the dock. We went on to a small shopping center nearby and found my mom. The ship still hadn't disappeared yet but I knew it would soon. My grandma kept wanting to leave me with my mom so she could get back on the cruise ship. I insisted she stay on land, going so far as to tell her about my vision. She dismissed it as a childish story and went back anyway.

I woke up.

You may not have noticed but I've never been on a cruise ship before.

4/15/10 - The Fire Lizard
Dream Non-Dream Lucid

I am having a false awakening. My bedroom is very realistic, and my cat, Patches, is next to me - exactly where he was sleeping IRL. I hear an odd scratching noise and believe that it is a cockroach. The noise is coming from my bedside table, where I had left a Chex Mix Bar wrapper. I finish eating said Chex Mix Bar and prepare to squash the roach, hoping that Patches will be heroic and help me out.
I squint into the darkness to see if I can spot the roach. I see the silhouette of something, but it's no roach. Sitting on my bedside table, wrapped around my lamp is the biggest lizard I've ever seen! It growls at me and leaps off the nightstand, onto the ground. I jump out of bed and follow it into the hallway, where it runs downstairs hissing and spitting. There aren't any lights on so I can barely see anything. I go to the bathroom and try the light switch. They won't turn on. That's when I realize that this is a fire lizard, and it's using anything electronic or that runs on electricity to gain energy for itself.
Immediately I run into my room. Patches is right where I left him. Lazy cat. He meows rather hoarsely but I ignore him. I have more important things to attend to. After checking the lights in my room to see if they work -which they don't - I hurriedly unplug my iHome charger and grab my iPod Touch, climbing on top of my bed with it. Good thing too, for mere seconds later the lizard is back. It growls from somewhere in my room, and I see a glint of light on the floor by my bed. I reach down and scoop it up. The lizard squirms in my hands, its little claws scratching at me. It also starts to breathe fire into the air so I quickly rip it in half to keep it from burning my face off. Ew.
I throw the carcass on the ground, disgusted. Patches still just sits there, and I glare at him a bit before going back to sleep.

The next morning, my family discovers that half the lights in our house aren't working. I try to explain what happened to my mom, and tell her about the dead lizard on the floor in my room, but my voice is so hoarse that I can't speak. Patches is hoarse as well. I remember that I am the only one who can see mythical creatures anyway, and that the dead lizard has probably already disappeared. Soon after I wake up.

I also remember another dream - something about a road trip - and the pink-and-blonde-haired girl from the movie Push was in it. Huh.

This is the first of three dreams I had on September 21st, 2009.


Dream starts off with me walking along a country road just outside of my home town of London, Ontario. It is pitch black night and I cannot see anything yet in the dream I am familliar with the area and can find my way in the dark. About half a mile from the city limits is a no-kill cat shelter which sets out live traps to capture stray cats along the highway. It is to these traps that I am heading because in the dream I saw one of them with a cat in it during the daytime and I am going to rescue the cat. It is a Saturday and because the shelter is closed on the weekends the cat will have to stay in the trap until Monday - which I think is cruel and I already have a cat at home so I am confident, and more than happy, to have another cat. And because the traps are so close to the edge of the city, where I live, I can walk to them in a short amount of time. Because it is not too cold of a night I set out wearing only my pajamas and running shoes.

When I get to the no-kill shelter (which sits on a small incline next to the hightway) there is a single porch light on the outside which offers a little illumination but otherwise I spend a lot of time having to feel around with my hands because it is so dark. I eventually find the trap I am looking for and rescue the cat. I put the cat into my sleeved t-shirt and tuck it into my pajama bottoms so the cat will not fall out. (I have a cat carrier at home and I do not know why I did not bring it with me). The cat is fairly complacent as it does not fight or scratch me and only wants to stick its head out of the t-shirt neck hole to breathe or look around. I start walking back towards the city but I soon here a car coming and I scramble up the ridge and hide by laying down in a ditch at the top of the ridge. I am afraid that if someone saw me outside along the country road at night that they would call the police and I would get in trouble.

The car passes and I continue on my way again. I come across another of the live traps near an overpass and realize that there is another cat in it. I rescue the cat and put it in my shirt and start on my way. Again I can hear a car coming and I hind under the overpass to avoid being seen, though I am eager to get home becuase it has become ackward to carry two cats in my shirt, not because they are fighting me or themselves, but because they both want to stick their heads out of the shirt hole and there is only space for my own neck and one of the cats. I am worried that the cat stuck at the bottom of the shirt will be hurt by the other cat ontop or will suffocate. I hurry on my way and reach the city limits in no time. Unlike in real life, the city urbanized immediately past the city limits sign and there is a small park that covers one block, a gas station and convienience store on the next block, followed by town houses and three storey apartment buildings. After some houses on the fourth block are some more three storet apartments on the fifth block and it is there that I live.

Unfortunately outside one of the houses on the fourth block are two guard dogs who live in cages that they can escape from when intruders are present - or to pester people walking along the sidewalk. The dogs, one large and on puppy pitbulls, start chasing me because they can smell the cats, which start to freak out inside my shirt, and I have to run. It starts raining quite hard. I am forced to run past my apartment and too a friend's place because I know they will be home and awake at this time of night and will be able to let me in quickly. It turns out that she is standing on the sidewalk outside of her apartment, in the rain. She quickly lets me inside. I don't know the young woman in real life but in the dream we are good friends. In her apartment I get to see the cats for the first time since being out of the dark and I discover that the bigger one is completely black with yellow eyes like my cat at home while the other is a a smaller, thinner spotted calico with brown eyes. I wait for a while to make sure the dogs are gone then head home. Some how I have acquired another cat which I have to hold in my arms because there is no more room in my shirt.

At my apartment I discover that the third cat is another yellow eyed black cat and for some reason I believe that the two black cats I found are related to my cat (Zrinyi) and they are all brothers and sisters. I find some extra food dishes, put them out and fill them with food. I also find another bin to put some extra cat litter in and put that out also. To my surprise the four cats get along very well, even with Zrinyi, who has never been fond of other cats before. I leave my apartment and head back towards my friend's place. It is still raining but it has slowed down and become softer and I am still in my wet pajamas but it doesn't bother me. The sun begins the rise and the sky lightens a little.

I walk past a small strip mall and in the parking lot I see the spotted calico cat I found before in the parking lot, but instead of having two brown eyes it seems to have one single green eye in the middle of it's face. Even though it looks like a cyclops I know it is the same cat as before and I wonder who the heck it got out of my apartment. When I first approatch it the cat runs away but all I have to do is crouch down and use soft words to coax it back to me. When I pick it up the cat blinks and its single green eye disappears and the two brown eyes return. I am perplexed for a bit but hurry home because I fear the other cats have escaped like this one did. Thankfully they have not and I put the spotted calico down and it goes over to one of the food dishes and begins munching away happily. I find the three black cats curled up on my bed contentedly sleeping together which adds further credence to my believe that they are all related.

Even though it is still raining and not completely daylight yet I set back out with the intent to check the live cat traps again because for some reason I believe that I will find more cats there. This time I take the cat carrier with me but I am still in my pajamas. I try to sneak quickly past the houses with the pitbulls but no-joy. I can hear police car sirens in the backround as the little dog merely barks at me but the bigger on bites me on the hand. I run a bit and the dogs eventually turn back towards their home. It stops raining when I am at the intersection of the convienence store and the small park when I look down to my left and see two police cars parked down the street. I get spooked and turn back but hesitate because I don't want to run into the dogs again. I consider for a moment what to say to the police if they stop me before starting towards the country side again.

Suddenly there is a lot of people in the streets as I walk past the small park. I am crossing one road when I city bus comes out of nowhere and nearly misses me. I see a large sign on the edge of the park with a bus schedual on it and go over to see if any buses go down the road where the cat traps are but because none do I start on my way again. I am at the last intersection before the countryside and can hear a car radio playing "We Will Rock You" by Queen and notice that a lot of people on the side walk are singing along. I am crossing the intersection when I see a moving van that has precariously stacked trailers, one on top of the other, seven high.

The dream ends there.

This was from the first night I tried lucid dreaming. I would continue to be a lurker for awhile longer and even went on another account for awhile.

I think that account got banned when I tried to manually hard-delete all of my DJ entries by putting the word 'Deleted' in place of all the entries.

Anyways, I think I was so hyped on Lucid Dreaming the first night that I found myself already lucid in a dream. The first thing I remember was being on the beach resort that I dream about. (I dream about that place a LOT, so we're just going to describe it as THAT beach resort.)
But the detail that I remember was that I wasn't just standing on the beach, but I started about 20 feet in the air, and fell in the sand. It didn't hurt or anything. As soon as I got up, I said.
"Ooh, I'm lucid dreaming!"
I looked around, there was only one other dream character on the beach. He was laying in a reclining chair, reading some magazine. He looked like an Asian man, probably in his 50's or 60's. He told me about his daughter, and that she was missing her hair clip, and wanted me to find it for her. I'm not really certain why I decided to follow along with this idiotic dream plot. I guess I didn't have as good of lucidity as I remember. Keep in mind this was my first ever properly induced lucid dream.
I had a weird sense that what I was looking for was in one of the hotel rooms. I checked the first two, and they were completely vacant. But in the third one, there was a red hair clip on the floor just inside the door. I grabbed it, and looked up and to my left. There was the girl who I assumed was the man's daughter.
I walked over to her, and gave her the clip. She thanked me, but never actually took it. Then she began taking off her clothes to reveal that she had several outfits on in layers. But she could transition between them in a very dreamlike manner; such as take off a pair of shorts, and have a pair of long pants on underneath. She asked my opinion on each outfit that she was wearing, trying to see what will impress me. My replies were all like "enhh..." and "It's okay...". As it turns out this girl would be Manei, my own dream guide.
So after a brief fashion show from my future dream guide, the dream began to destabilize. I tried to dream spin, recalling what I had read on dreamviews. But my dream destabilized too fast and I lost control.

Morning of April 19, 2009. Sunday.



I am at Northern Engraving, a factory where I had worked in the 1980s, on the second floor in the lunchroom. I am seated at a wooden picnic table and talking with a coworker about having seen tiny people of about four inches high. No one believes they exist. (My dream seems to have at least one reset after the point where the coworkers leave and the tiny people are seen by me.)

When there are again no coworkers in the lunchroom (which illogically implies that all my coworkers had come back only to all leave again) of which has minimal lighting, I see the tiny people running across the floor near the doorway (from right to left) and they are soon aware that I can see them. They seem like humans at first, only miniature. At this point, my dream becomes extraordinarily vivid.

Over time, there seems to be an area beyond the lunchroom where the doorway connects to the Barolin Street house’s doorway directly into the hallway (from where would have been our oldest son’s bedroom at the time).

There also seems to be areas that lead out from there into WWTI (where I worked in maintenance as well as having taken two courses in machine tool and carpentry). I sit on the floor with my knees up and my back against the hall’s wall and I am very friendly with these apparent aliens that also somehow now seem like fairies relative to the legends. A female sits on the back of my raised hand while a few others are also seated on the floor and we share a few jokes about humans (even though I am human). After being friends with them for awhile, they agree to take me to their planet to explore or perhaps to live for a time. (My conscious self identity is not extant, so I am unaware of my present life status of living in Australia and having a family.)

They eventually lead me into an old abandoned building, though of which they claim is their spaceship disguised as a building and which had been there for a long time. It reminds me of my high school in Florida in some ways. I go into a large old shower room with a concrete floor and with about four adjoining open showers, which is apparently an internal part of the spaceship supposedly near where the engine is. Interestingly, I suddenly and clearly realize that their intent is malicious (and that they are against humanity) and consider that I will probably be killed if I stay here, because I now understand that the building is not a spaceship, and I also realize that it is set to blow up very soon. I manage to escape just in time, feeling very intelligent by intuitively knowing of their deception. I am not sure if they were in the explosion or not, but it seems they might have been. A four-block area is destroyed by the explosion as I wake while on the perimeter of the area, feeling safe.

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As with most of my non-lucid dreams of this type, this dream is about my lifelong experience of being subliminally aware of being in the dream state even when not lucid and as such, has nothing to do with “interpretation” (especially as usually misused to imply “meaning”) as commonly propagated by the unknowing (including so-called experts and professionals who usually have zero understanding of what a dream is). It is ultimately about my lifelong relationship with RAS (reticular activating system) and its mediation while unconscious. I have the choice of remaining in my fantastic dream or accepting the biological urge to wake and urinate.

The presence of the tiny people vivified my dream but not enough to trigger threads of conscious self identity, though did link me to a later setting (though of which we no longer live) and of which is a subliminal reminder that I am really unconscious and in a bedroom. The combined fantasy of aliens and fairies is obviously unrelated to real life. I deliberately (though again, subliminally, that is, without being aware I am dreaming) use this impossible scenario to sustain my dream. It is purposeful, but ultimately fails, as waking is a biological necessity.

Still, in subliminally avoiding the inevitability of waking, I ultimately end up in a shower room, associated with bathrooms, of course, during which RAS becomes the “enemy” in its role as the waking trigger.

Had I chosen to gone with the aliens in their spaceship (if my dream had taken this route), the vestibular system symbolism would have been utilized. (This is associated with various forms of movement, typically flight symbols such as birds and airplanes, though also the common falling sensation, which is solely biological.)

The explosion simply symbolizes the cessation of the dream state itself and my (subliminal) choice to end it. What could have been typical return flight waking symbolism transmuted to a more defined bathroom wake-up call.

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