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[COLOR="red"]Lucid[/COLOR]
[COLOR="blue"]Dream[/COLOR]
[COLOR="silver"]Thoughts[/COLOR]
[COLOR="lightblue"]Hypnagogic[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I dreamt that I were in a skyskrape and in some way I realised that I was dreaming. I wasn't completely sure, but my awareness felt different so I took a chance. I was working for a booring boss, so I opened a window and told him to watch, then I ran against it and jumped out and I flew![/COLOR] [COLOR="red"]I became lucid and the clearity was incredible and, well let's just say that I was relieved that I was dreaming. Then my biggest lucidity enemy appeared - a hot girl... I thought to myself and also told her to get away. But I couldn't control it. I imagined just for a small second what I was able to do with her, and I was teleported to that thought and I lost my lucidity. [/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I also had nightmare! Wohoo first in very many years. But it wasn't fun to experience it though.
I was sitting with my family and eating dinner, when suddenly a man crush our window and step in, my parents ran, but I thought that if he i in our kitchen he can grab a knife and I can't let that happen. But it was too late...
He chased my mom and he was about to kill her when I grabbed one of the small knifes and pointed it in his back and said "Stop right there, let her go!" He did as I said, my mom got away, but he grabbed my arm and took my knife and pointed both of them to my throat. I managed to run, but now he was chasing me, eventually het got me, but I grabbed is arm and pointed the knife to him and this time I didn't hesitated. I stabbed him it was selfdefence I thought.
To big cuts in his stomach and I was still holding the knife. I told my dad to call the police.
I was in shock, and suddenly the man pulls out his knife and he stab me in the chest.
I feel a sensation of dizziness, and then I faint.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]Which means that i woke up .. puh[/COLOR]

The beginning of the dream (or as far as I could remember) had me trying to play The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, of all things, though my father informed me that someone hacked every copy of the game had cutscenes replaced with a video of a man hanging himself. Curious, though nervous as well, I proceeded to play the game, and not long after, the video began. At the very beginning of the video, it showed a sort of hook, holding the separate head that dangled and twirled on the hook. As if it was not disturbing enough, it had emotion and life in it. It looked scared, and pale, but it was breathing hard as if it was still attached to the rest of it's body. It was hard to tell if it was male or female. It had a unique facial structure, which in the dream I assumed was male, though now I am not so sure, though had long and greasy brown hair that stayed still with all the motion. Not long after, it cut to a different scene, where a man, who's face I can't remember now, was talking some sort of rebellious words. He was quite skinny, and wore a very bright-white tanktop with baggy camo pants. I forget what he was saying, but it was a young, rebellious voice. Once that was over, it moved to a scene where it showed the camera from the inside of the entrance of a barn, but a man in a pitch black rabbit outfit began walking forward and forward, very slowly and ruggedly, but still continued on. Soon enough, he was right in front of me, and that is where I first woke up at about 3:00 am.

I eventually got back to sleep, and this dream had a much more happier tone to start off with. It was a sort of party or something by a large warehouse. I don't remember what it was about, and a lot of it is fuzzy, but I do remember that I was with a small girl and a muscular man, which I do remember we looked at a shack that had appeared in my dreams before. The shack stood by my school, and it sold ice cream. We reminisced on the good times we had there, and it really was a good feeling. Other than that, they and I were both worrying about making a sort of deadline, for what? I don't remember. Some time later, I guess zombies invaded the area around us. It wasn't much, but there were enough. I found a pistol somewhere in the warehouse, and took it. I began shooting them in the head, and come to think of it, I am quite surprised how well I did with a gun, how skilled I was. Soon enough though, they broke in the door, and I tried to repair it, but they got to me, two began attacking me before I escaped from their grasp, which is when a horde bursted in. I ran around, looking for something that would heal me, which is when I noticed that the cast of Scooby-Doo (don't ask why...) were fighting along with me. Here's the weird part, Shaggy began to try and compete with me to get a shot which would heal me, and when I grabbed the shot, the dream ended.

What could all of that mean?

I dreamed that my two brothers, my father, myself (at a younger age then I am now) and a few other men I do not recognize were by the sea side somewhere warm. There were no roads but narrow chanels for small boats and canoes to navigate.

My dad tells me and one of my brothers that he and the other men are going a head in another boat and leave me and R in the first boat. R makes me sit in the back ignores my complains that the back of the boat is sinking. I was arguing with him to let me sit up front but he ignored me and soon i'm up to my waist in water. My father and my other brother came along in another boat and got into ours. All the older and heavier men were sitting at the front of the boat, yet is was only sinking and below water at the back where I was sitting.

After complaining and whining I finally convinced my father to let me switch places with them and they all went into the back and I went into the font. The back of the boat suddenly became boyant and the front of the boat sank and I could not lift it above the waterline to help steer. I remember feeling angry and frustrated and sick of it all, like I expected this to happen all the time and I was tired of it.

Eventually I found a small boat of my own and got out of my father's and brother's boat and tried to make my way through the maze of channels on my own. My both didn't sink this time, but I had no control and would often get pushed backwards by incoming waves or the tide. Even though I couldn't really go anywhere, I was happier in my own boat for some reason. I remember at the end of the dream missing my mom and wondering where she was, and being upset that I could not get to her because I had no control over my own little boat.

Last nights dream

I am at a house and i'm with a female friend ((not a real life friend, just a dream character friend)) We are stopping and sleeping at this house for some reason. This house resembles mine in parts but only a little. Someone told us to stay there but i don't know why. We are both in bed, a double bed, she is on the left side and I am on the right side. I feel myself being moved across the bed away from her, not alot but I am being moved by some unseen "presense", I decide to try and ignore it and move back again. ((dream skip)) I am downstairs and i can still feel this "presence" with me, it's a bad feeling and I don't like it one bit. I open the door which leads to the kitchen, there is a dog inside. As I open the door there is a black bag on the floor next to it, wedging it and stopping me from opening it fully, I can only open it enough so that there is a small gap. I peek inside and the dog is cowering up the corner of the far wall. I shout the dog and it eagerly comes over to me, it's a lovely friendly dog and it's a black collie cross and I think its my dog from when I was a child. I really begin to fear for this poor helpless dog. I tell the dog to go onto it's bed but it wouldn't, instead it went and cowered in the corner again as if it was scared of something. I shut the door and go back upstairs. I felt the "presence" stringer now but i decided to get back into bed and ignore it again. I said something about the "presence" to my friend who was still in bed and she was also scared. I am now lying in bed and again feel this "presence", it's pulling the cover off us again, I pull it back and then the duvet is quickly pulled from us again, O amholding onto it and won't loose it, this "presence" drags it right off the bed and i am being dragged with it. I am in the air still holding onto the cover and i'm being pulled quickly against the wall and i'm heading towards the corner. I feel the corner getting closer and i know that if i get dragged into the corner I will be gone forever ((dream skip)) I am now standing in the bedroom and i scream to my friend "WE GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE NOW!!!" We both run out of the room and down the stairs, we feel the evil charging after us and i think about the freightened dog and I go to get her. I quickly shove the door open as far as I can and i call her, she is really pleased to see me and hurries over, I pick her up and hold her tight, I head towards the front door and then I wake up

I was in a gas station, being held prisoner in handcuffs and the orange jumpsuit. Inside the gas station were people I work with and the guys who were supposed to be watching over me were friendly. I was looking outside the window and a giant ass falcon flew in and landed on a pallet of 2-liter Pepsi bottles. I just stared at it, and it stared back at me. I walked up to one of the guys that was supposed to be watching me and asked if he could take the cuffs off, he said "yeah, it's not like you'll be going anywhere anyways."

Once the cuffs were off, I somehow got into my normal attire. I walked back to the window and the falcon was still there, like it was waiting for me to come back. Once I did, I stared at it again and just wanted to be outside with it, to touch it, to fly with it, just anything as long as it was with that falcon. It started pecking at the Pepsi bottles, making them spray on the windows. I stepped back a little, but then I started laughing because it was like he was playing a game or showing off for me.

I ran up to one of the guys that was supposed to be watching me again, and said "dude come check this shit out, this falcon is awesome." But the guy told me more or less to piss off since he was talking to a woman. Before I could go back to the falcon, a woman that I work with grabbed my hand and pulled me to her. She whispered in my ear "I can't believe he's talking to her, her breath smells like rotten shit and she has a weird build." I looked to the woman, thinking she looked fine, but to get away from the woman I told her "all us men need is something to stick it in and get off". She frowned and let go of me pretty quickly.

I went back to the falcon and saw that it had somehow filled up a child's swimming pool with the Pepsi and was laying back in it the way a human would sprawl out in one. But the Pepsi had turned white. It scooped the Pepsi up with its wings the way a human would with their hands, and poured the Pepsi on itself starting from the head and let it wash down its body. When the Pepsi hit the birds feathers, it started changing different colors of bright blues, greens, purples and yellows, and as it washed back into the pool, it created a rainbow effect of ripples.

All I knew was that I wanted to escape, but I felt like if I did, I'd be killed or something. So I just stayed, but then country music started playing, and I thought "all right fuck it, death would be fine right about now" and I started to take off for the door. But the same woman that had grabbed me before, grabbed me again and pulled me toward a dance floor that had appeared in the center of the gas station, and I was then thrown into the center of the stage where I bumped into a redneck tranny, or at least a cross dresser since I didn't want to find out, and I was forced to dance with him.

The whole time, I kept looking towards the door, and finally when the song ended, I took off for it, but never made it. I don't know if I was shot, or what, but either way, it was just bright lights and then I woke up.

Last night over my friends house, which is always when my oddest dreams occur. I was in the woods a few blocks from my house it was cold and I remembered feeling the freezing inches of snow beneath my bare feet that dug like needles through my skin. I don't remember specifically who saved me from the huge wolves that were lingering and waiting to hunt, I also don't remember how or when the wolves came in but I was running as my feet grew numb. I was suddenly however on the back of my pink cruiser bike with the girl who saved me, she had brownish red long wavy hair. Then like that we were at a vacant house; all I knew was that we were hidding from the wolves. I remembered the house was beautiful and I was in love with it, there was secret pathways to certain room etc. Suddenly, my sister in law comes, and I stab her with something long and thin... it goes through her jaw but there isn't any blood, just a hole of entry and exit. I do this at least three times, I no longer feel anything but afterward I just remember feeling frozen again and in horror at her face. A wolf gets into the house, and I wake up. I was honestly annoyed I woke up, the house was so enchanting and forbidden in woods that were never traveled, and everything seemed so perfect!

This, was not a pleasant night, due to the dreams it entailed. First off, it began with me, another boy, and a girl, who I did not recognize from my everyday life, but they brought me over to their grandpa's air force base, or something. There was water at the floor of the place, enough to be deep enough to swim in, but there were planes everywhere. The boy went into the plane with his grandfather, along with the girl soon later. He called for any last entrees, and for some reason, I decided not to go in. Soon, I guess a plane was right by me, and I pushed it, which caused it to move in circles in the air. As the occupied plane lifted off from the water, it hit the circling plane, which blew it down to smitherines. Next thing I knew, the place was in disaster. Planes crashing everywhere, fires erupting at corners, explosions, and screaming became the ambiance of the area. It was terrible, and I couldn't help feel for blame for all of it. The three other people I mentioned before had lived, though most everyone else died, but then I woke up.

Next, was a more scarier dream. It had to do with me, my brother, and my mom going to this house that was supposedly haunted. At first, I was reluctant, but I passed the feeling and stepped in. From the moment I walked into the house, I felt a new feeling, a bad one. My mom mentioned something about the house's original owner before he died being Anthony Hopkins, and I only asked "THE Anthony Hopkins?" and she did not reply. Later on, we explored the rooms, one had a flickering TV still on, and somewhere, I picked up a puppy, but as we advanced through the rooms, a feeling kept brushing by me, like a spirit. Soon enough, we all had this feeling that we were now haunted by this thing, so we ran out, or I did at least, with the puppy who was vibrating like crazy. Once I reached my original home, I placed the dog in the backyard, in which the neighbors dog, cat hybrid looking thing came in and tried to eat it. I tried to bargain with it, which actually worked, and then put a plug into the wall, and a forcefeild appeared from the neighbor's home. It was somewhat scary, actually, though what does it mean?

So unfourtunatly i havnt been uploading many journals on here. This is like the second one in a long itme, anyways lately ive been expiernce sleep paralysis. Just about everynight. Usually im so usedd to these i can have fun by imagining things up, BUT lately my thought have been filled with things that keep turning evil on me. Its getting bad. Some of the things i see are like three black figures hanging on my wall, then i managed to turn my head and ened up look at a red fading face in the ceiling. The pressure on my chest started and i was able to breathe.When i woke, i easily fell back to sleep and it happened again and once again i coul notbreath. Ive been dealing with sleep paralysis for a very long time but never untill about two nights ao did i have breathing problems. Anyways my dreams have started turning into nightmares and my thought havnt been going the way i wanted them to. the funny thing is, that right now there is actually NO bad things or NO stress in my life, in fact ive been having some of the best times ive had in a long time. With that being said i do not know why these things are starting to appear in my dreams and i dont know..... ive actually been avoideding sleeping because yes....im actually scared for once.

Notes: Nothing lucid. Also I want to put a notebook under my pillow so I can jot down reminders notes. Getting up, opening my computer, finding and putting on my glasses, getting my eyes to focus, all is too disruptive to my sleep. This time I just lay and thought about the dreams trying to memorize them before I fell asleep which worked OK but I still forgot a few. There were several. I also have pretty epic and adventurous dreams usually, these ones were kind of repetitive, awkward, and when they weren't about killing they were about failing or just boring. :/

Leaving Seamus in the car by the river:
I had Seamus (My cat) with me. I picked him up and put him in the car at some point. I had the van, and he and I were at some kind of river. I think I've dreamt of similar places before. It kind of reminds me of the upper pecos river where we used to swim when I was a kid, but there's houses and stuff along it and it's a little bigger. It's in a wooded pretty lush foresty canyon. High canyon walls make it a little dark. The river is very rocky and fast moving and clear. It's a beautiful place. Somehow I went home and later realized that I had left Seamus in the car but had not brought the car with me. I don't really know where home was in this dream but I went there. It might have been half mile down the river or soemthing. I walked back to the car and found him laying on the back seat, content but I guessed he might be hungry because he had been there all night with no food or water. I don't know why I didn't just drive the first time.

Killing the woman with the dog
This might have beenthe same dream as the math class, I don't know. There was something about having to kill this woman with a dog. She was unconscious and she didn't bleed, but I cut her hands off or something creepy like that. Which made the dog really sad and whine and sniff at her. I felt really bad about the dog but still felt that I should put her out of her misery so I severed her spinal cord with a big knife. Somehow my logic was that the dog would be less unhappy if she was dead than if she was half dead. Ugh. She still didn't bleed. It was like cutting sausage with a bone in it and I felt really horrible about it. She was put in like a toy chest or something. Some kind of big chest that looked like it had toys in it. There seemed to be other people with the same assignment. The dog was a little black dog, maybe a poodle or one of those longhaired terriers. It was really sweet and really sad. Gah no wonder I woke up feeling guilty and horrible. Ugh.

The math class
I was in a math class with a bunch of children. I hadn't been doing my homework. It's a recurring dream theme, sometimes the class is a college class, sometimes high school, this time it was elementary, and of course I had a whole workbook that I hadn't touched and we were about halfway through our semester or something like that. There was a strange desk with kind of a wall thing around the top of it so I had to reach into it to write on it, and to do so I had to stand. Since I was bigger than the kids in the room, being an adult, I wondered how they used this thing. I just grabbed my workbook and tried to use it in front of the desk. I could probably draw the thing. It was a weird looking desk. I kept needing things like tissue and accidentally disrupting the class. I didn't take very good notes, hadn't done any of my homework, and was pretty lost. However I think there were a few times when i glanced at the problems and they were not that difficult. Something maybe you would learn in 5th grade with parenthetical parts of them. Maybe they were equations so maybe it was more prealgebra phase. This dream was long and kind of repetitive. The teacher was my last college math teacher.

Throwing food away and the chalkboard.
There was a big chalkboard. I did some kind of art on it supposedly but I was just messing around on it. I got dorlands wax medium on it, and I got melted crayon on it. I was trying to scrape the crayon off, and there was a big trash can beside me. Somehow I started throwing food away. There was some cheese that I grated straight into the trash. Then there was a package of baby carrots and sliced bell pepper that were new that I started to throw away. Feeling suddenly like this was a silly thing to do, even if there were a couple ants in them, I started pulling the carrots back out, then the pile of cheese, and saw that I had a bowl of perfectly good cooked brocoli on the counter, perfect for the cheese. I was holding the cheese in one hand, and the carrots in the bag in the other and staring at the brocoli when I woke up.

Syd is no longer my facebook friend?
Syd was no longer my facebook friend. There was some kind of friend tracker button and I clicked it and saw his name and fuzzy pic of his face. I got mad and yelled "Dammit!" or something. Marcus looked at me like WTF? I apologized and said I was upset, but I got that out of my system. But I was wondering why he had deleted me? Had I said something? Was he just clearing out people that weren't real friends? I didn't understand and felt kind of rejected. He's not a real friend just an aquaintance but we share most of our political views and I like seeing his updates.

I was in an elementary school with Dina. Someone was after her and I was trying to protect her. I kept grabbing her by her arm and dragging her to different classrooms to hide. I was annoyed with how bad she was handling the situation and that I had to do EVERYTHING for her to save her. It was like she was a vegetable or something. At one point I barricade us into a classroom and the killer points his gun through holes in the wood panels and starts shooting. Eventually he runs out of ammo and we are safe. I cant remember what happens here but I get us out of the school somehow and then the dream cuts off

I was 3 months pregnant with Leo’s baby. Leo and I didn’t do anything sexually, it just really weirdly happened. I remember having a sick strange feeling the entire time about the whole situation but I never questioned if it was even physically possible. I decided to have a late abortion (not even sure if that’s possible at 3 months) to take care of the situation. Allen was super mad at me but we were still together. I told Leo thati wouldget the abortion and he was relieved. I then became really grossed out again. Allen and I had to take some sort of voyage somewhere. We stopped at a gas station to get snacks. Next thing we are on a boat. Allen and I were sitting by the railing of the ship. I had a weird feeling that Allen might throw my into the ocean so I held onto the railing really tightly. I can remember looking down at the waves and getting really nervous. Allen kept overting his eyes away from mine.
*memory laps*
Abortion had happened. Allen became a yoga instructor and was going to start teaching classes. I was in the class and noticed that it was all filled with young girls (like age 16, maybe 14 young). Allen told me that I couldn’t be in the class. We got into a fight and he explained that it was going to be pay back for getting knocked up. I started screaming at him explaining that I never did anything to get pregnant and that it was a freak accident so that he couldn’t be mad at me. He told me he intended on fooling around with the girls in his class. I called him a perv and that he was a disgusting dirty old man. I then stormed off and felt incredibly grossed out by Allen, the girls, and once again the freak pregnancy. It was incredibly up[setting to me.

My family went on a family vacation to Montana for some random reason. My grandpa Harlan and I were getting ready to go get some food . I was really excited because I LOVED the restaurant that we were going to. On the way there I saw some super fat white girl trying to play a ball game with a bunch of skinny white dudes. Her stomach kept showing as she bounced around. My grandpa made some joke about how she was a cheap prostitute or something and I thought it was really funny. I started to laugh a lot. As we pulled around the corner I noticed that she had a ton of make up on and it looked really trashy. I started to laugh again.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had a single dream last night and it was pretty cool. I guess it was a nightmare, I didn't feel happy exactly when I woke up but now that I think back on the whole experience: awesome!

00.00: Sleep

04.30: From prison to zombie survival
"Use these to distract the guards, then change the combination code" a guy I know tells me and hands me a razor blade that is cut up into tiny little pieces. I throw some on the ground.



Two prison guards show up and grab me by the arms and lead me into a room with one old school holding cell aswell a small box of a room in the middle of it. I spread the razor shards all over the place without them noticing. With a flick of my finger I make them all explode at once. "What was that?!" one of the guards ask the other and they run out of the room.

I take my chance and run up to the box-like room. On the door is a keypad, I can see a button that says: "Change password" and I press it. It seems to have a four digit code. I enter my first four birth digits and walk over to the old school cell with prison bars. All of a sudden a bunch of prison guards show up and I can't do anything. I still have lots of razor blade shards in my hand and I hide them as best I can.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" one of the guard says as he notices I'm holding something. All of a sudden the entire scenario changes in an instant. There's a window and outside I spot a coworker with a bunch of people. "Okay! Do you guys really want to die that bad? Fine then!" I say angrily. They decide to hear me out. I open the window and ask the coworker, Bosse, if he can take me and the guards with him. "Only if they know how to go down a river in a raft" he says. We're in the middle of a zombie apocalypse and we're going to try to survive.

"If you're coming then you have to hurry the fuck up" he says and grabs a chain saw. I can see a whole bunch of zombies closing in on him and his group. One guy gets dragged off screaming. I walk back to the guards and explain to them they have to act quickly. "Go!" I yell and everyone scatters. It seems like I'm in my grandma's house. I head upstairs to try to find something useful when I realise I've already packed my bag. 'Something to keep it dry then... I find a sweater that I put on then head downstairs. "Let's go guys!" I yell.

In the kitchen I find a guy looking through some drawers. "Here, you need this" I say and take the small knife he has on him and hand him a much bigger one. I grab one myself. I exit the house through the front door, right away I hear a weird growling sound behind me. I look back.



She starts walking towards me but at a very slow pace. I jog to the front of the house and take a right where I know a big field of grass is. I spot two very long lines of people, atleast two hundred of them. They walk slowly in groups, one heading towards the woods and one going alongside the buildings. There are single individuals scattered all over the place aswell. My other grandma, not the one who owns the house, shows up. She looks pale and holds my cousin. "Hey Matte!" she says. She tries to hug me but I feel something's not right. My grandpa and my uncle is at he back of the big line going into the woods.



I run away from her and dodge as a zombie tries to grab for me. Even though they're very slow they're scary as hell. "Look over there" my mom says from nowhere. "They seem to enjoy it." I look to the right at the second line of people and a small hill they're walking past. At first it looks like there's a slaughter at the hill, things flying over the people, but after looking more closely I can see it's just water. They're spraying the zombies or people, I'm not quite sure at this moment, with water.

I head towards the second line to check it out more closely. Up ahead one of the houses has a weird mask shop. It has dark masks in different colours in a little stall. The line keeps walking on at an even pace. Without realising it, I've ended up in a corner. A big fence cuts me off from the line and the only way out of there is back, where a zombie is walking my direction. I can't be bothered to stay in the dream any longer and wake up.

05.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 5½ hours

Supplements: None

That's it! The last part of the dream I guess is lucid, but won't count the dream as one. I've done that loads of times when I've had just too much from a nightmare like that and woken myself up. Also was pretty cool to be able to calculate exactly when I fell asleep according to the time I woke up from the dream. At the end of my REM period.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

This was quite a vivid dream that upset me a lot.

I dreamed I was late for a maths class in one of the small auditoriums at the university. I saw the girl I liked(in real life as well) and my best friend sitting next to each other in the jam packed hall, which isn't a problem, we all study together. I sat one row behind them since they didn't save me a space. Not long into the lecture they started holding hands and later they even kissed. What bugged me the most was that my friend had a girlfriend and she knew it and they both new very well how crazy I was about her. When I confronted them after class I just got those nonchalant "I don't care" expressions. I woke up there and then feeling as emotional as I never felt before(don't know what emotions, it was a mixture of many things) and it took me five minutes to convince myself that I'm awake...

I was sitting in the back row of my current Enlgish teachers classroom. All of the people who are in my class were turned, facing forward and completely quiet, though my teacher wasn't in the classroom. I was sitting sideways in my seat, and the boy I liked came in the room. He came to the back of the room and went to the teachers desk and leaned over it. He pulled out a knife and began cutting himself, and at a point he said my name and I looked up. He smiled, looking in my eyes, and cut his knuckle with the knife. My eyes went wide and I started shaking. I wrapped my arms around myself. He wiped his blood off on his jacket and gave me it. (I guess he thought I was cold?) He also dropped the knife he was using on top of the jacket. Then he turned and started walking toward the front of the classroom. I slipped his knife in my pocket, vowing to keep him from doing it anymore. I held his jacket, and turned the right way in my desk, staring at it.
He must have sensed something was wrong, because he turned around and crouched down behind my desk and asked me if I was okay. I said "no", and motioned towards his wrist, wishing he wouldn't have hurt himself. He showed it to me, and the cuts were just scars. That hit me as wrong, and I turned to face him, confused. I stared down at my shoes, still confused, and noticed they were a very old pair of shoes. I thought, "I wish I had my Converse on." and then they were my Converse. The guy I liked was staring at my shoes too, apparently, because he said, "Your shoes just magically changed.."
That was when I realized I was controlling my dream, and I just said, "Yeah. That was weird." And he nodded.
There was more to it, but I've forgotten it.

Captains log November 6 2011:

The dreamscape last night was both vivid and wonderful. I took b6 and mugwort before sleep. The effects of the foriegn bodies are not known at this time. I can not attest to their activity or inactivity. I am not sure just how many dreams that I went on but I know I woke up close to every 45 minutes. I assume after each REM cycle.

I was trying to induce myself in to the Harry Potter universe for a challenge on Dream Views to find out which house I would be sorted into. I successfully entered this world one time, I was in the kitchen of a small house, everything appeared to be circa 1940-1950. I was eating breakfast with my parents when the letter arrived. Our house elf made a snide comment about not believing that I would become a wizard. My mother smacked the elf and said that we were of the purest blood and this treasonous talk would not be tolerated.

The next moment I was in a tiny boat crossing the lake, Hogwarts Castle stood stoically on the shore. The waves were crashing and it was pouring rain. Other childeren were scared, but I just held on to the boat.

There was a large flash of lightning followed by a deafening crack of thunder.

This is where I woke up. I tried for the rest of the night to return to this dream but I failed. My skills as a dreamer are not sufficient yet.

The other dreams that I had were far different than this one. I have had a series of dreams that I can only describe as the Silas Chronicles. I must set the dreamscape for a second before I go into detail. In this world the world as we knew it has been destroyed by war. War between psychic humans, and non psychic humans. The government has villianized the psychics and made them to be the most evil enemy that onecould possibly have. The psycics don't use weapons, as the have no need. They are all the weapon necessary. The humans on the other had have focused 100 percent of their knowledge and money on developing weaponry to defeat the psychics.

The war has three sides. The Human Armies, the Psychics, and the general population.
The general population does not know that they are being lied to and that the war is little more than a means to an end. War unites populations and the human armies have created a war to unite the humans and thus enslaving them by demanding they are either with the humans or with the enemy. Treason is punished by death without trial.

That is the set up, sometimes I am on the psychic side and others I am a weapons designer for the human side. Last night I was a psychic. I have never gone lucid in this world and honestly I don't want to.

Silas Chronicles.
I crouched in what was left of a bombed out department store. There were 5 soldiers in my group. We were looking for supplies and not finding much. We made our way out from the store into the rubble filled street. The crumbling walls mask the reality that this was at one time the hippest place to see and be seen. now it is little more than ruins. We make our way over small mounds of crushed concrete, past the shells of vehicles that were here when the devastation happened. Close together, as close to the wall as possible. This is an area that is usually rife with human soldiers. The front soldier in our group is Kira, her abilities lie in the locating of people. A good recon soldier,but she isn't a fighter. She stops and kneels signaling us to follow suit. Out of her breast pocket she pulls a map of the downtown sector, she closes her eyes and her finger points out several locations. "2 here, 3 here, and a nother couple here." I tell here to get in the middle of the group now, we might be in for a fight. Marcus, our main attacker, makes his way to the front. We make our way forward slower and more cautions. We know that we are in for it, but we don't have another choice, this is our only way out. We round the corner of another ruined building cautiously. The air is still and silent, a very strange wizzing soun was all that could be heard. A canister the size of a soda can spewing green smoke came flying out of a window directly at us. Marcus flicked his hand and the canister zoomed back the way it came. In an instant we heard "enemy spotted six o clock. Make it rain" As soon as that was said maybe even a moment before, the gunfire started. Micah, our defensive soldier jumped to action, creating a force shield around our entire group. This wouldn't hold for long, but it was just enough to give us a second to react. I ordered Micah and Kira to hide. Marcus, Fletch and I would take them out. Marcus just said "Hell yes" The shield dropped and a new one around Micah and Kira rose. Marcus Fletch and I spread out quick, deflecting the bullets with the waves of our hand. Marcus and I began to fire pulse wave in the direction of the gunfire. Fletch stayed ducked down in the center of the fight. The Human fighters were one by one being taken out now there was only three or four left in the same area straight a head of us. I signaled to Fletch now was the time.

He stood up, clasped his hands together and thrust them toward the final group. A brilliant white light that temporarily blinded me shot from his hands and engulfed the enemy. There was no more gunfire. Micah and Kira ran to the Fletch, so did Marcus and I. From behind us where no enemies had been detected came more gun fire. This time we were caught off guard, Kira was hit and so was fletch. The small canisters spewing green smoke came by the dozen. Micah threw up a shield around us but it was a moment too late. there was a canister inside the shield. Smoke filled our shield and one by one we passed out. The shield dropped. We were lifeless on the street, my consciousness floated above me watching. 5 human soldiers in gas masks approached. The front man pulled a photo out of his pocket and looked at it then at each one of us. He poked me with the barrel of his gun, "This is the one. Take him and get rid of the rest."

This was the moment that I woke up. I had other dreams but aside from these two I can't remember. Better luck tomorrow. I am determined to find out which house I am going to be sorted into.

Well, the first thing that happened is that I woke up around 4:00 am sick to my stomach. The same thing also happened after I woke up from my second dream so I just stayed up after that. I'm starting to notice a little less recall without the melatonin still, but I'll work my way up there.

5:45 am - Non-lucid

A guy, who kind of looks like an guy I used to know named J, and his wife and kids moved into my house for some reason, and the youngest version of Dabney, that one kid from Malcolm in the Middle, is one of their sons. O, D, and I are hanging out in my dad's office and Dabney comes in and spells red juice all over the carpet pretending that it's blood. I go find the guy that looks like J and yell at him telling him I've had enough and that he needs to take his family and get out of the house! He says "I'm not even in the right place!" and then starts coming at me ready to hit me or something. For some reason I have the strength to totally neutralize his punches just by holding up my hands, and then I step back behind a door, slip my hand through the tiny crack that separates the door and the wall where its hinges are, grab his hand, and yank his arm through and then open and close the door over and over again so it hurts him until he gives in and agrees to leave. O and D cheer in the meantime and then I wake up.

7:10 am - Non-lucid, Nightmare

I'm in a hotel room with my dad and he's complaining about how yesterday it seemed like there was enough wind outside to be able to open the screen door to the balcony and "let out a smell", but it didn't work. He goes outside to stare off into the distance. I start texting a friend about what he just said for some reason and the hotel room starts to morph into a long tunnel leading to a bright foresty area with someone on a bike waiting at the very end of it. Then the scene skips forward to me walking past a bakery and into a big auditorium-seating-type place. I meet a mysterious woman who tells my cynical things about "politics" and I tell her about how delicious all of the food at the bakery is. My memory is a little hazy here, but I think went to the bakery at some point and then returned to the auditorium place, but in the hallways behind where the actual seating area is. A friend of mine (that I can't remember) and I had noticed that the woman had been holding one open beer the entire night and acting kind of secretive about it, and we know that she's going to some political after-party or something so we catch her before she can leave and drag her into a tiny room and confront her on it. She says she's just going to the party to have fun and that's all and my friend goes "With the same beer!?" I grab it from her and take a sip and spit it out, "proving" that it has been poisoned with large amounts of sulfur (which I actually know nothing about). My friend arrests her and leaves. The tiny room turns into my house but in a totally wrong but hard to explain way. I walk into the kitchen and see Barney from How I Met Your Mother (Neil Patrick Harris! ) and he seems to be worried about the fact that I actually took a sip of that sulfur. I try to tell him that it's okay because I only took a tiny sip and then spat it back out, but then I start thinking about it and it makes me start to panic. He does a total 180 and tells me to calm down because he was just being paranoid and he's sure I know what I'm talking about. Laughing, he pulls out a clothes hanger wire from nowhere and tries to tell me, like it's just some cool random fact, about how they used to use those wires to help people who had sulfur poisoning. I'm still really freaking out though because I'm sweating like crazy, especially my feet which feel practically underwater, and I look at my hands and see that my knuckles are turning a sickly-looking light green. I ran down the twisted hallway which is actually straight in real life into my living room and see my mom and dad sitting on the couch (and I think O behind it....) and tell them what's happening but before they can respond my anxiety-induced adrenaline rush wakes me up. Just to remember that I actually do feel terrible even when awake.... Eek.

??? - Dream Fragment

I have no idea when this happened at night, but it occurred to me a little later after I woke up when I was playing Xbox 360. I had a dream somewhat based on Alice: Madness Returns.... It really sucks that I can't remember any more than that, that game is so cool! Oh well, just thought I'd add that.