nightmare

November 14, 2010

Synopsis: Two very interesting dreams. In the first I am told I have 20 riddles to solve. In the next, I transform, play around, and find a nightmare deep in the lowest levels of the staircase.

20 Riddles To Solve
I am in a dark misty place. It kind of reminds me of a movie scene from England. A DC tells me that I have 20 riddles and puzzles to solve, all regarding names. He tells me uncovering these riddles will span over several dreams. So I should take notes and repeat as often as possible what I discover so I remember my progress.

I take out a flip book "Good idea!" and I start taking notes. This dream felt very long. I seemed to travel a lot in this misty place. And I talked a lot to, to so many DCs but I barely remember any of our conversations.

All I remember was I solved the first riddle in that dream. And the name, a dream views member. But I don't remember who the name was! But I had a sense that this was a dream views member that I haven't really spoken with, but I should.

Later on we are all watching TV. Wasting our time, I suddenly realize....was my time wasted? Here I am reviewing and going over these notes again and again. And for what? Lucid, I finally realize I can't take any of these notes with me! I'm gonna forget everything!

I yell at the DC "Why did you make me spend an entire dream writing so many notes. Are you intentionally trying to waste my time?"

He doesn't answer me. And I don't like his aura now, its obscured. Not dark as in evil. But dark as in, he isn't who I thought he was. The whole dream becomes obscured and fades away.

The Dark Drumming
I'm having a light adventure dream in a strange abstract city. But my friend disappears when I become lucid, represented by an inanimate toy in my hand. Oh well. Lucid, I transform into a lizard. And then even tinier, and tinier and tinier.

I wasn't easy at first. I had to find a small bush, and imagine the twig was as wide as a tree. It worked! And my point of view flies up the twig, now the size of a tree. And I crawl over the fence.

This simple stupid thing is something I've wanted to do for a year now. It's been a long time since I've been able to alter my size perception.

I crawl away and under a door. It leads to an industrial staircase. I become my human self again and wonder what's down below. I vaguely remember my friend from earlier fearing this place. It's all dusty and gritty looking. And I can hear what sounds like construction down below, a constant banging. Bang. Bang. Bang.

I thought that maybe watching the construction men do their thing would be fun. So I climb two flights down.

But as I get closer, I realize the sound I'm hearing resembles nothing like construction. No. Bang. Bang. BANG. BANG. The sound gets closer. Larger! Overwhelming! They're footsteps!

As the footsteps climb up the stairs, the staircase gets darker and darker. Fear takes over me. The sound is like drumming.

I race back up. But its so dark I can't see the door I came in from. So I have to run several more floors, with that noise approaching me, coming closer. Finally there's enough light coming from the door that I can see it. I rush out the door into the building.

I don't understand. The sound. That sound is still coming closer to me. I can hear it down the hall now. Bang. Bang. Bang.

I find a group of emos who were probably up to no good. But I'll take vandalizing emos over this demon. They take a corner and almost leave my field of vision. Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Wait! Don't leave me!"

I beg them "Something is after me. I'm scared. Can I go with you?"

They look at me making a funny expression . Probably because I'm way to colorful for their taste. "Ok, you can join us." Disdainfully.

I'm so happy to be in their company. They head to the basement. Which does worry me that were going down instead of UP. We relax in a room with a lot of chairs.

Suddenly the leader of the emo gang levitates a chair with telekinesis, and flings it at the wall. No one looks surprised, except me.

"You have powers like the character Tetsuo!" I say

"I hate Tetsuo! He's such a. . fucking. . emo!" Lol. Okay. I'm not even going to bother starting an argument with the poor confused man.

I stand up and feel inspired to show off my dream skills. Suddenly were wall showing off our powers to each other, trying to prove were more awesome than the next person!

Bang. Bang. Bang.

We were so busy being silly I didn't even notice this whole time that we were next to a staircase. "It's him! The demon! We have to go!"

"No" Says the leader "We'll beat the shit out of him together."

We stand in front of the staircase. Bang. Bang. Bang. The staircase progressively gets darker. Darker. As if all the light is being swallowed. I'm scared! I'm terrified!

"Now!"

The leader uses his telekinesis to hurl random objects at it. I gave it my best!

I couldn't tell you if we defeated the monster. I always wake up during the battle. It felt like it was working though. If anything, just because I was in their company.

But the sound still gives me shivers

This guy, named Scrapper, was building a kind of oversized hut. He had about 10 people helping him. As ther would finish their jobs he would kill them. He shot one guy off a ladder with a nail gun. He shot another gut with a shotgun. There was a section missing in the ceiling. We were in the attic. The guy walked with a limp and always carried a screwdriver. He kept making comments about he would never be without it. He used this screwdriver as a very useful tool. We tried to lock him out the hut and he used it to pick the lock. He had some hind of map to some kind of complex in Africa. He made some woman figure out how to arrange the map. She had to paste a white section onto a black sheet using a special type of glue. She applied the glue to the sheet and stuck it to the floor, rendering the map useless. The man became furious and stabbed her with the screwdriver. I tried to run. I ran to the room next to where I was and it was my grandpaw's old kitchen from his house that he last lived in five years ago. I ran outside and the backyard was his too. I jumped over the fence on the far side of the house to go back to the front and run down the road. Whenever I jumped the fence I realised that I was dreaming, but got excited and woke up. This was the first time that I can recall becoming Lucid.

The Murder
My parents, my Uncle Randy, his three boys, and I went to Wal-Mart. The adults made me steal a handgun and some ammo. Randy shot a man in the parking lot. It was rainy and appeared to be around dusk. I drove the escape vehicle, a yellow truck that was jacked up. The adults were captured. I managed to drop the boys off at my Aunt Alexis's house, but it was their old house that they've been out of for nearly a year. The man that was murdered's gangmembers captured me.
My Capture
The adults were executed. I was stuck in an attic. My captors were a type of half troll, half human creatures. There were three of them. Two of them had guns and the third, who was stationed just outside of my room had a huge mace that was twice the size of he was. There was a hole in the corner of the attic that was atleast three square feet but my captors seemed to take no notice of this hole. Looking through the hole I could see a small cottage in a green meadow with white flowers scattered throughout. There was a blue lake on the left side of the meadow. There was a dirt road that ran between the houses.
The Girl and My Escape
A girl saw me through the hole. She climbed up to the attic. When she got closer I realised that she was a monkey/human hybrid. She didn't notice that I was being held captice. My captors came to investigate the noise, but she managed to hide in the shadows without being found. She helped me escape to their cottage. She lived there along with an old woman. An old gangmember came and retrieved me. He wore a suit and smoked a cigar. He had cards in his jacket pocket. He brought me back to the attic. I managed to escape again. I went to the house. The girl and the old woman were both dead. I ran to the woods behind the cottage. The woods were dark, but outside the woods it was broad daylight. There were wild animals and demons chasing me through the woods.

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

Not a dream about camping, a dream while I was camping.

Driving nightmare
I was being driven home from school by my Dad. I was in the passenger seat. The road was weird. Strange signs that don't exist in real life, such as two arrows pointing diagonally upward into each other on a yellow diamond, were on the road. The road had a lot of lanes, too many lines, and more exits than usual. There were no other cars, but I didn't notice.

We kept driving. The whole road was different from the real route to home, but I didn't realize. Suddenly my Dad took a very sharp wrong turn. I could just feel it was the wrong direction. What the heck? I asked him, "Hey, what's going on?" and he replied with a sinister smile and a finger to his mouth, "Shh..." He didn't turn his head towards me, he just turned his eyes. This can't be real... wait, I'm dreaming!

I was now semi lucid. I realized in a dream like this I would have no hope of having fun, and it would only get worse, so I just quit. With an almost bored face I told my dad, "Seriously?". I shut my eyes. Whenever I want to leave a dream, I close my eyes and the dream fades. I can still hear things though...

My Dad gets furious at me. "Stuart... WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

The dream fades without waking me up.

Normally my Dad is really nice. I bet that's how I realized it was a dream. I'm glad I realized it was a nightmare and destroyed the dream before it got worse and woke me up in fear. I would have woken up in the middle of the night in a tent with nowhere to go and I'd be unable to get back to sleep.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID NIGHTLY ADVENTURE

Good morning! Wasn't a very eventful night. Most of my dreams had some level of anxiety in them. Which is imo pretty cool! Atleast they're not boring hehe. I also did some sleepwalking, and had another nightly adventure.

12.30: Bedtime

02.00: Nightly Adventure
*I wake up. My pillow is sizzling kind of, like there's soda inside of it. I quickly sit up and throw the blasted thing on the floor. "Hah! I ain't letting that thing get to me" I think for myself. I go take a piss.

9.00: Fragment
*I'm in Thailand with my family and we're taking diving classes. I see a huge shark swimming upside down. There are all kinds of fishes in different colours. A song starts playing very much like the "Kiss the girl" song from Ariel. The song is about which fishes are dangerous. I see a black and white striped fish.

9.00: Stealing
I'm working in a supermarket store. Another guy working with me is standing a few meters away, unpacking goods. He slips a bottle of booze into his pants, and I can clearly see it. He doesn't seem to care and walks away. I walk to my locker and take out two bottles of Champagne. They're very expensive and around 50 years old. I put one on the stove and walk away with the other one. I realise I have to take a piss. My mom tells me I am a suspect of theft. I take a piss on the staff toilet. There's one of those ass cleaning, oldschool toilets next to me.

9.00: A bit too stern
I franticly clean my room. I can hear yelling down the hall. "Shit I ain't got my time left, he'll be here any minute now" I think and make my bed quickly. I get on my stomach and look under it. There is mold on the floor and I scrub it away with water and a sponge. Suddenly I can't move. I've reached too far under the bed and I'm stuck against it. "Okay just relax..." I breathe slowly for a few seconds, and manage to get loose. I get up and do some last minute cleaning of the toilet before a man stalks in the room.

My room mate hasn't made his bed, and the man is clearly disappointed. We stand with our backs straight and our eyes right ahead. He inspects the room thoroughly, tossing my sheets up in the air and turning the bed over. "Well well... Look what we got here" he tells us in a sadistic way. I'm starting to get scared as I imagine him finding a moth. He pulls out a huge, black and white insect with long antennas. He tells us that the insect is very rare and isn't alive. It's a zombie. He puts the insect (which I kind of remember having under my bed) on the table.

It really is amazing. Its long 20 cm body looks just like a caterpillar with pointy features. Two antennas are stiff against its body. I put on a straight face and lie to the man, telling him I have no idea where that came from. He gets up and tells me to sit down on the matress. I remain standing as he takes a plastic bottle, and puts it with the cap downwards, below my throat, just where the collar bones meet. He starts pushing and I grunt with pain. "Sit, down" he commands. I sit down and feel the pressure begin to increase. It really hurts. I wake up with some of the pain remaining, but most of it is coming from my two numb arms, which I am laying on.

10.45: Zombies
I'm in the woods with my friend G. We're driving a small pickup, and trying to navigate through the difficult terrain. There are hiking paths which we follow, trying to keep moving. "They are not very far behind" I tell him. The horde of zombies can be heard faintly. After a while of driving back and forth, going over small tress and rocks, we finally get to a road. The road leads over a bridge and I start wondering if we could blow it up, to prevent the zombies from going across it. Suddenly I realise Monica is still out there.

I tell G we have to pick her up. I am sure she's still alive since we had just spoken through a text message. But I want to make sure so I try calling her. She won't pick up the phone and all I hear is that annoying "Three" music. A hitchhiker is at the side of the road ahead, and I tell G to stop. We pick him up and he looks just like an old friend from school. He has a different name though. I check my revolver and notice I've only got three shots left.

"Has anyone looted Skärgårdsstad yet?" I ask as we pass the road leading in to my old house I lived in as a kid. "Forget it, we ain't got time for that" G tells me and accelerates. We drive for some time and meet a few cars on the way. I signal to them with the headlights, and G seems to get annoyed by it. After a while we get to a couple of stores. There's a supermarket and a "Systembolag" (where you buy booze in Sweden). We drive through the front doors of the supermarket but I notice that nothing's broken. "Perhaps there are people inside who doesn't want us to destroy the windows?" I say.

We decide to not break the inner windows and get out. A gas station appears in the middle of the buildings. A few seconds later, G has parked the car and is trying to fuel it up. He parked it on the wrong side... I take out my revolver, making sure no zombies get to us while we're fueling. That metal thingy you pull back to make it "active" falls off and hits the ground with a metallic sound.

Wake up: 10.45

Amount of sleep: 10 hours

Food before bed: Nothing special

That's it! Pretty cool dreams imo, but I'm kind of disappointed that I didn't get a nicer lucid... I've lost some of my motivation, but I am going to try harder this week! Galantamine + Choline next weekend, and this Tuesday I will try some B6.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I like to post some of my favorite dreams here, so I decided why not post this one! This is one of my old all-time favorites. :-)

"So this is where you live, little traveler?" Said the man I was with. I was a little embarrassed, but I answered yes. We stood in an empty parking lot. In the middle was a trailer fit for 15+ people.

"I need to run in and grab a shirt," I said. I walked in the small trailer. Scattered around were other T-shirts of my comrades, some passed some still alive. I found mine in one of the many shower stalls (the trailer was really just a large bathroom). I decided to take a quick shower while he waited.

I was bonding with this stranger fast.

The next day I was visiting the city with the man. The city was crowded and seemed like it was from eastern Europe. My phone rang, and I was quickly called into war. With reluctance I said good bye to my new friend as I ran to the shores of the city.

We were to fight this on the beach. The beach had deep blond sand, and beautiful ocean water lapped its shores. We were to take our places before the enemy came. I sat behind a large rock.

We didn't know if the enemy would be coming from the east or from the west. I scanned each horizon carefully. On a large mountain I saw dust rising up, and the sounds of thousands of heavy footsteps echoed in my ears.

I called out their position, and my troop readied itself. I was still safe behind my large rock. My friend crawled up to me and started talking. I told her she needed to take cover with me or else she would be killed. I shuddered when I imagined her dead body.

The fighting started and weapons whizzed through the air, exploding on contact.

During the war, a girl I don't know crawled up to me and started singing a lyrical remix of a song like 'I will Survive' but added to it things about peace and anti-war. She looked drugged.

"Damn woman has lost her mind!" Someone said from behind the crazy lady. She had brown straight hair, and shot her gun at the crazy lady. I was a little disappointed in this, I kind of like crazy people.

The war was nearing the end and I took a look on the battle field. Dead bodies were strewn across the innocent beach staining the sand to shades of red.

As if the war wasn't enough, I heard screams coming from the city. I ran to the city to see people running in every direction. What were they running from?

I quickly found out. There were policemen blocking off certain streets or escape ways, and they were not the 'good' policemen.

I ran with the people for a few minutes when I realized that I did not know where my new acquaintance was! Was he dead or alive?

I ascended a flight of black metal stairs with a group of other people. The mesh stairs led to a dark tunnel where we were momentarily trapped.

In the tunnel was a railroad track. A small single car train was passing through. As it came to the end of the tunnel it slowed to a halt. There was somebody in the train car bending the metal slowly...Suddenly, gun fire filled the scene as the man broke free of the restraints of the train. He was the Anti-Christ.

I was pretty pissed off now, hadn't I put him in his place last time? I followed the little bastard to a school. It wasn't hard; he reeked with negative energy. He immediately broke out into fight with the teachers, killing and acting with violence towards anyone who got in his way.

I had some back up. He looked a little older than me and had short pale blond hair with a gray hoodie on. I attacked the Anti but he retaliated and pushed me onto the floor.

He did NOT just push me into the floor! I ran into the classroom and hid behind the door. Inside the classroom was a lone teacher hiding under the desk. I picked up one of the metal desks and waited behind the door.

My partner in crime opened the door, and I almost hit him with the desk! He got the clue, and went back into the hallway where the massacre was taking place. The Anti was next to open the door to the classroom, and I wasted no time in bashing the desk into his brains. He fell to the ground, but I wasn't going to believe him to be dead yet.

I hit him one more time with the desk, and took out a knife. I pushed the knife into his stomach until blood gushed out. I separated ribs from each other and slit the throat while continuing to dismember the body. With a final blow, I shoved the knife into his heart.

I began picking up the body parts, and putting the chunks into a small jar.

My phone rang. At first I feared that it would be the Anti about to threaten me, but when I answered the phone I discovered that a friend that I barely knew was calling me. I knew him from online, and we rarely ever talked.

"You ok?" He said.

"No? Do you THINK I'm ok?" I said through tears and frustration. He said something else, then hung up on me. I raced home with the remains.

I frantically plugged in the hot glue gun. I kept seeing bright, completely blinding, flashes of light. With each flash of light came a moment of total confusion until I could regain the sense of where I was. I had little time to finish this up.

I glued together the seals of the jar. I would not let what happened last time happen again. I wrote in heavy ink, "DO NOT OPEN."

I left the jar in a lonely place undiscovered.


So, in short, i was fighting a bad man and got so mad that i hit him over the head with a desk then stabbed him about 37 times, dismembered his body and then put the chunks of him in a jar and super glued it shut. I'm totally sane.

I had a false awakening about an hour ago, I was next to my girlfriend and thought I heard her talking to me and I was trying to tell her to wake me up, but she said I was just laying there mumbling in my sleep and then jerked awake. lol.
I had a few dream fragments though over the last day or 2. One with with an x, won't go into details , and the other was with an old friend. I seem to feel things in dreams that I can never feel in real life, I feel this kind of peace with my environment. Another one was I was in a huge downtown building like the one in Inception, and I was walking with my girlfriend. The one after that I was swimming in this cold water (I had the window open), and I was trying to navigate around an old ghost ship. I picked a huge tarantula from the water, and realized it might still be alive so I squished it in my hand, and then woke up.
I have a lot of short dreams at my girlfriends, I can never stay asleep there, i've had 2 false awakenings in the last 2 days there.

I am just starting to experience a more stable state of lucid dreaming, after much practice!
I also have recently watched the movie Inception, and it fucked with my head. No lie, that night, i had a lucid dream. i woke up sweating a shaking, with my heart beating way too fast for safety.
but thats not why im here. i wanted to post a dream i had just last night, which i will say is by far my weirdest/scariest dream to date. I will do my best to explain it, but it is kinda foggy, as it is common to forget most of a dream upon awakening. Just know, that was 100x weirder than it sounds.

so my memory begins with me walking up the stairwell with two female friends, towards their room, where we attend school together(in real life). As expected, this part of the dream felt very much real, making me think i was actually awake. We continued into the room, and this is where the details of what actually happened gets blurry. it seemed to me in the dream that i was still trying to lucid dream, all the while thinking about all the techniques to help this happen. i remembered how i read spinning around in a circle will help a lucid dream stay more stable, so this is exactly what i did. i began spinning, with increasing speed. faster, and faster, until i could feel it in my stomach. almost as if i wanted to stop, but it got out of control. it actually helped though. when i finally stopped spinning, i knew i was at another level. (dream inside a dream?) it was still dark inside the room, as i was in the corner holding onto the bedpost, trying to stand up and enjoy what i believed to be a lucid dream. i remember thinking i should do an RC(specifically one that i had read about in real life not more than 45 minutes prior). As soon as i said to myself, "this is weird, this has to be lucid dreaming," i felt heavy. as i was trying to stand, i was only being pushed down even more. i felt as though something heavy was on my back. i turned my head with my eyes half open, and saw a large dark figure that represented something like a man. he looked at me with his bright piercing eyes, and his long grimacing smile. i tried to fight against his restraint, but with no luck. i started to feel frightened, as if he were going to kill me, and just then i awoke. shaking, fast beating heart, and goosebumps just from thinking about it.

I am still not sure what to think about this dream. it was definately not like anything ive experienced in many years, and honestly not sure if i want it to happen again. i am interested though, to see what will happen next time so i may continue to lucid dream once i have fully recovered from this one... just hopefully it wont be so messed up.

11/17/2010
"Blood in the Water"

I was in a sunlit cove, but deep within the hull of an enormous, old ship. Also on the ship was a coven of vampires, and I vaguely remember a small number of lycans, but I'm not 100%. MJ was with me, along with a few other unfortunate humans, and we were being held in the ships bowels. Apparently, I and a few others were going to be turned, against our will. MJ and the rest were going to be completely drained, and/or eaten. This coven consisted of dozens upon dozens of vampires on board, and only a handful of us. We knew we had no chance of escape, but we were going to fight like Hell.





...It wasn't really much of a fight.

There was a long sequence of watching the vampires just rip through our numbers, brutally tearing humans limb from limb and gorging themselves on the seemingly gallons of blood that soaked the chambers and hallways. People screamed and ran for their lives. The sounds of a slaughter filled the entire vessel. I don't remember what it was, but a few of us - the last alive - figured out a way to blow up the ship. It was something of a suicide mission, but it was the only possible thing to do.





I remember the explosion. The ship's hull had been completely sealed from the sunlight, for obvious reasons. But when the ship exploded, nearly killing me and - as far as I could tell - the other survivors, all of that sunlight was unobstructed. It flowed into the void that used to be an enormous ship, while the ship, itself, was literally blown to pieces. Most of the vampires were instantly obliterated. I was thrown into the water, and remember beginning to sink. I swam toward the surface, as fast as I could, but I kept feeling someone grabbing at me, frantically, from below. It was a vampire, and there were more of them surrounding me. I paddled for the surface with my arms in a panic, kicking my feet - more to keep the pursuing hands from getting a grip, than trying to actually go upward. Luckily, when I got to the surface, I was floating in a bath of sunlight. The vampire completely stopped giving chase. Not a single one of them could swim those last few feet, to reach me. Looking down at the vampires, with my head still underwater, was an amazing sight (though creepy as all shit). The top section of the water was a layer of orange from the sun, and it just got progressively darker blue, beneath. And there were those creatures; just staring at me, descending into the darkness because they couldn't come any further. (It sticks out in my head as the most distinct visual of the dream. I may draw it, one of these days. Here is a photo manipulation, for now. )



On the surface, rescued by a blistering sun, I slung my arms over a piece of debris - exhausted. Incredibly, I had no fear of the vampires being able to reach me, and I completely relaxed, with the lower half of my body still hanging in the water. I looked around and saw no one. There was nothing but wooden planks scattered around me; remnants of the great ship, which was probably still sinking beneath me. I was sure I was the last one to make it out, though I was not surprised, since there weren't many of us left, in the beginning of the end. But I was wrong. I finally spotted another figure in the debris, hanging on for her life, just as I was. It was MJ. She and I were the only ones that had made it out alive.



I swam over to her and we just allowed ourselves to float with the current, for a moment. By this time - seemingly out of nowhere - there were other people in the cove, large boats just floating passed and around us. One would have guessed that the massive explosion had never happened, if not for the large piece of wood we were floating on. We tried to wave people over, to pick us up, but all of the boats just traveled on by, as if they didn't see us. We could see that the driver of one of the larger boats was a man with a shotgun. We called out to him to let us aboard, but he just glared at us as his boat hummed passed, not saying a word. Finally, though, we made it back to land, on our own. The atmosphere seemed to have changed again, and this was now just a massive party; people dancing and drinking in the, quite beautiful surroundings of rock and water. Instantly, our spirits were lifted. We got to partying our asses off, with the unspoken understanding that some serious 'We fucking survived!' sex was in order.



Woke up before we got that far, though.

(Source Pictures can be found HERE)

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

I'm at the camp I went to as a kid [Not the one mentioned in the catchup post below, another one] with my dad. The lodge is a Marie Callender's [Cool!], and we're going out to dinner there. We get a table and order coffee and cookies. Mom is already there and tells us to come over and join her at her table. She's mad at us for not seeing her when we came in, or looking for her in the crowd. Dad and I get up and move to her table, bringing our coffee and cookies with us.

While we're in the restaurant [I think], I start looking back at old pictures of myself on various camping trips. One of them is of my and several of my Literacy AmeriCorps friends, including Laya, Jen, and Chelisa. The oldest picture is from junior high school. It's a big, panoramic picture with lots and lots of kids and their camp counselors in it. I'm near the far right, next to Erica. [She didn't even go to my junior high.] Those of us who are on that side of the picture are standing near the grassy edge of a cliff; one of the boys on in the picture is pretending to be about to step off.

I wake up in my current bed. I try several times to turn on the lamp next to it, but the bulb just flickers and sputters every time I try. I turn the knob until the flickering stops, tighten the bulb in its socket, then try again. Still nothing. I go out into the hall to look at the digital clock on one of our cable boxes, to see what time it is. It says 7:39, which disappoints me. Aw, man! It's time to get up, I think. Then I look again and see that I made a mistake: it's only 2:39. So, I get my notepad and start taking notes on the dream I just had.

...And then I woke up for real. This time, I remembered to do the nose-pinch RC. I was very annoyed with myself for not doing any RCs before and not catching the FA, especially when I realized that I had missed not one, but two of the classic dream signs, one right after another. My mind is great at giving me clues that I'm dreaming; I'm just oblivious.

After that, it seems to take me a really long time to get back to sleep. While I'm trying to do so, I think, Oh, crap, I can't talk to Cj on the phone tomorrow at 9, because that's when I'm meeting with Frank. I get up, take my laptop into the study, and sleepily start writing her an e-mail explaining that we'll have to postpone our date to talk on the phone because I have a conflicting appointment. I'm working in Yahoo! Mail [which is what I use for my main e-mail account in reality], and press Send. Suddenly, annoying, circus-y music starts to play out of the computer's speakers, and the screen is filled with a weird, old, basic HTML page with a colored background. The page appears to scroll down automatically. One of the first things to appear on it is a single sentence of text that contains my name. This is what makes me realize what's going on: I've stupidly allowed my Yahoo password to get phished by entering it into a fake website, and now my laptop has a virus. I let out a long string of curse words (actually, the same curse word repeated many times). Windows starts scanning my computer, trying to fight the virus.

Mom and P. are coming home. According to the digital clocks on the cable boxes, it's 12:02 A.M. Leaving my laptop on the floor of the study, I go outside to the street to meet them. They're coming home in a red VW New Beetle (where did they get that? I wonder silently), which they're parking on the curb across the street from our house, because our two regular cars [the ones we own in reality] are taking up both spaces in the garage. I come over to greet them as they're getting out of the car. As we walk back toward the house, I look at the side yard and see that there's a bamboo tree that sort of looks like a fountain there. Ooh, that's pretty! I think. P. goes back to put some more CDs in the New Beetle. [Neither it nor the bamboo tree exist in reality, of course, but I didn't realize that anything was strange until after I woke up. :/ ]

I woke up for real at 5:00 and took down more notes. I realized in hindsight that it hadn't actually taken me as long to fall asleep as I had thought; at least part of the process, and everything after that, had been a dream. I didn't actually have any such appointment with Cj, anyway. I was amazed at how completely and totally this dream had convinced me that I was in reality.

I'm indoors somewhere, and I'm wearing a cowboy hat. I look behind me and see my friend D.W. there, riding in a wheelchair. I think, Oh, good, she got a wheelchair. I feel the cowboy hat on my head and think, Oh, yeah, this is a dream. I can feel the by-now-familiar sensation of lucid-dream consciousness. I open my dream self's eyes and look very briefly at my hands, which appear normal, then up at my indoor surroundings. To engage more fully with my dream self and its sense of touch, I reach up to touch the brim of the cowboy hat with both hands, then take it off. I'm sitting in something [possibly another wheelchair, but I don't see it, so I'm not sure]. I stand up and try to turn around and talk to D.W., but just then, I heard my mom talking out in the entryway, which took my attention away from the dream, which instantaneously kicked me back into reality.

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Side notes:
I should choose my MILD affirmations with more care. The ones I focused on the most this past night were “I am self-aware and in control in my dreams” and “I bring clarity, lucidity, and stability into my dreams.” These backfired rather spectacularly in my second dream of the night. It was perfectly clear and stable, and, as far as I could tell, I was just as self-aware and in control of my own actions as I am in reality. And yet, I never realized that I was dreaming. I focused on that aspect more as I was trying to get back to sleep after 5:00, and it worked, if only briefly.

A man is threatening me by holding a knife at my throat. I remember that being attacked or threatened is a common dream sign for me so I do an RC. I become lucid so I immediately ignore the current situation and start flying. I am on the field of Troy high, and I fly over the trees in great swoops down to where the freshman dorms are. I land. I think about how tactile sensations are imagined in the dream despite the fact that reality checks (like blowing on your hands) are imagined. I try pinching myself to see if I can feel pain. I think about teleporting somewhere (can't remember where) so I close my eyes and try to visualize it. I start to feel my physical body lying in bed so I quickly open my eyes back to the dream again. I try flying to downtown Troy but I lose lucidity at some point after that.

i always wake up and fall back to sleep in the mornings(when i have time to sleep) so i become lucid through WBTB and DILDs

red = lucid


dream starts with demons and other creatures chasing me through a series of tunnels. im running away with 2 other guys. the 2 guys are farther than me so as we run they close the doors behind them leaving me behind. i have to yell for them to open the door and they do eventually. this happens twice and then we run into a room with 3 closed doors. we open the 2 doors on each side of the room and find demons on the other end so they run for the last door but there are demons there as well. the 2 guys get grabbed so i close the door and try to thing of what to do. i start to remember that this has happened before and there must be a way out. thats when i remember its a dream. i know that i have to get rid of the demons before they grab me so i dont wake up. i open a side door and see demons coming towards me. i try a verbal command for them to disappear but they keep coming. they are right in front of me so i close my eyes(and can still hear them) and think of what i want to see. i open my eyes to the sound of silence. i turn the corner of the dungeon hall and i see a bright light. the light dims down and i see that i am in a glass tube(like in bioshock), under the sea. i stare at all the underwater life and i watch a whale swim by the glass tube. there is an elegant door at the end of the tube im in. as i open it i see a bright light again. i start dreaming normally again. im in a game(black ops most likely), it was an fps.

second dream-
i go back into dreaming normally and my dream starts with me driving with my friend thomas. we are being chased by cops. we drive all around my hometown till we crash and run away on foot. we get away and i walk home. my dad tries to tell me to turn myself in but i dont(ive just lost interest in the chase). i go to my computer and see a bunch of MSN conversations started. i read them and then go to sleep. thats when i wake up.

I was floating in a completely black void. I was looking around and then an African man appeared about two feet in front of me. He had an ornate mask on that was orange, red and yellow. His left eye was showing through the mask. There was a look of pure evil I have not seen in an eye before. I stared back at him for about three seconds. Out of terror I said the Great Mantram, "I am the father of the universe. I am the mother of the universe. Everything came from me. Everything shall return to me. Mind, body and spirit are my temples for the Self to realise in them my supreme being and becoming." As soon as I started to say this I felt myself falling at freefall speed and the African man did so also. When I finished the mantram I woke up and lay awake for three quarters of an hour.

Whooohoo this is my first post. EXCITING anyways, it is currently 5:40 in the evening, so i can't say i remember my dream very well... which is probably not helpful in this process. BUT i do remember a few things...
...i remember being in an abandoned parking lot at night in my Aunt Lynda's red car. There was food in the car. I was just about to leave the parking lot when some kind of threatening man jump on the car. I screamed and he yelled at me to get out of the car. i got out of the car but refused to leave it. he got so fed up with me that he just pushed me in the back of the car, then started to drive away.
The next part i do not remember but this next part happened later on in the dream and i do remember it...
... we were still driving and all of the sudden it was daytime and we were driving down a twisty road near my house. He somehow opened the back door of the car, sending me flying out, cackling and yelling something that I don't remember. I was pretty close to my house so i decided to bounce there instead of walk...? I could bounce REALLY high, like at least 50 feet, but i didnt get very much distance, i just went really high. Regardless, i bounced all the way home.
Again, i forgot what happened right after that but i still remember some snippits from later on...
I remember me being in my kitchen, telling my Aunt Lynda about the incident... then my mom walking in and saying that i looked all shaken up, and hugging me. She had on a leather coat.
I then remember it was night time again and me and 3 or 4 other friends (unknown names) went back to the parking lot and found the red car exactly where it was before.

OK i know it doesnt really sound like a nightmare right now... but it was scary at the time.

I don't know how the zombie apocalypse starts in my dream. When I enter, the pandemic has already begun and where I am at there seems to be nobody around. I walk through what seems to be a large, courtyard type area outside of a medium sized cottage house. I enter the house through some French doors and flip on some lights. I had entered what seemed to be the kitchen area, though it's rather small. When I switch on the lights, I all of a sudden can see zombies meandering around the courtyard exactly where I had been only a moment before. However, they don't seem to take any care in the fact that I am drawing attention to myself. I then go to the stove and pick up a frying pan that I intend to use as a weapon.

I look out the French doors from where I just came and notice a large pipe about waist high going through what all of a sudden appears to be a extremely thick brick wall starting at the side of the cottage. Inside of the pipe is a boy who I seem to recognize, but I can't place who it is. Standing directly in front of the pipe with its back to the boy is another zombie. I can, however, tell that he's pleading for help so I begin to knock loudly on the windows farther away to draw all of the zombie's attentions. Suddenly alert to my presence, they all swarm to the area where I am knocking and begin to moan and claw at the glass. That is, all except the zombie standing in front of the boy. It stays oblivious until the boy finally decides to retreat into the pipe. Finally this particular zombie seems to take notice of movement and follows the boy into the pipe. Since the zombies are enthralled with where I was knocking on the glass, I decide to go try to help him and follow through the same pipe.

When I come out on the other side, it seems like we're in something similar to a darkly colored prison hall in aura. The entire hall is made of a dark steel. I immediately see the boy and the zombie wrestling with each other and I grip my skillet to get ready to help. The next thing I hear is the boy yelling at the zombie, "No! Don't bite me! Don't bite me!" A cold dread washed over me and I slowly shuffled around the fray and took off running down the hall, leaving the boy behind me. A guilt fills me as I hear him call after me, "No! Don't leave me behind! You'll regret this!"

Somehow I end up entering what seems to be a larger metal room filled with survivors. What's even more weird than coincidentally coming upon this group is that the boy I just left behind is sitting in the corner of the room with blood running down his arm. It seems that he was telling the story of his almost-escape from the disaster when he turns to speak to me, "I didn't get bitten by the zombie you saw me fighting. After I finally crushed his skull, I was attacked by another zombie that had found me. I could've been saved if you had been there." Almost as soon as he says these last words to me, I wake up.