nightmare

D1: Non-lucid nightmare: I was being held down & raped by some man I didn't know. It was so intense I woke up.

I tried to go back in to get a lucid out of it to do the TOTM but no dice.

D2: Non-Lucid: I was with a big group of ppl & we were pillaging a house for random stuff. We were lost & just came across it. The family was the Duggar Family from the show 19 kids & counting, (Was weird cuz I quit watching that show some time ago) The father got really angry & was trying to make us leave.

D3: Non-Lucid: I was in a flying hospital. Yup, I flying hospital indeed, lol. I needed to get medical attention for something but never new why. I had 2 female friends w/ me. I was trying to find my husband (not any husband I've had in this lifetime) I didn't look like me. Both mine & his appearance kept changing. It was really weird. And our genders kept changing too! Finally I found him & we closed the curtain on an open ER Room w/ the curtain but it wouldn't close all the way around. A couple of my friends, both women whom I seemed to be really good friends w/ were saying "GO for it!" And watched us have sex, lol.

About an hour before I went to bed my husband & I had an intense conversation about how we met & a revelation I had during the day. We both feel that some other force kept pulling us together no matter what we did. He pursued me for 3 yrs before I gave in. It was an intense 3 yrs. We also both married other ppl briefly but it just wasn't right. He would always turn up behind me at work & freak me out, lol. But I would anticipate him & he would make my heart about jump out of my chest each time w/ attraction. I was always afraid he was a coke/meth addict because he is tall & slim & has a lot of energy. I was afraid because I used to be an IV drug user in my twenties & I don't want anything or anyone like that around me. But then it turned out I should've just asked him earlier & believed him. Everyone we know was like "It's about time!" in the end. We still till this day call him my stalker, lol. But ironically we both believe we were supposed to marry to the ppl in between all of this, because they both died during the year following our marriage (also 3 yrs later, I made him wait again, lol). But before they died they both changed in some ways. My ex was always very bitter & angry. He was dying from liver & kidney failure & turned to God in his final months & Mike's ex was never bitter towards me & actually liked seeing us happy together, she died in a fire... Ironically my marriage to this man ended because of his health. I told him he was going to die & had to change his eating habits & I refused to sit back & drag my kids down this road of slowly watching him kill himself in such a way. I new w/o a doubt he would die. He then went back to live w/ his mother & sister whom he had lived w/ many yrs before he was w/ me so he was never alone... Anyway I think that's where my dreams from tonight came from. Except the first one. I think that was because Meesha Cat was mauling my head to get up & feed her & it triggered that rape dream cuz he kept grabbing my hair. Of course I'm sure some of what we talked about that I didn't mention here was helpful w/ that dream. We had a pretty in-depth conversation./COLOR]

False Awakening
Lucid
Non-Lucid

Sometimes I can't recall the actual order of the dream because it all feels the same. Anyway. I'll tell it in the way that makes the most sense. Jack always wears blue and black, though this time he also had a grey vest. He appears in uniform, police or military. He has dark hair and pale skin. He's always my friend but is sometimes more.
I wake up in my house but it feels strange. I can't figure out why exactly but I know I don't like it. It's like having a word on the tip of your tongue. Anyway, I get out of bed and I wander down the hallway. I glance over my shoulder and it's only when I realize the master bedroom is swapped with the other bedroom that I know I'm dreaming. There's a subdued sense of relief and I make my way to the front door. Instead of being on the east wall it's on the north end, and it feels so damn familiar. I know I've been here before. I push the front door open and frigid winter air greets me. I'm delighted when I find it's snowing. I can feel the air and the sharp bite of the snowflakes melting on my cheeks. There's a white crosshatch gate. I open it and climb out onto a massive snowdrift, laughing and spinning in a circle. My neighbor crosses the lawn and I wave. He gives me a small smile and ducks his head against the icy wind. This does nothing to dampen enthusiasm and I throw handfuls of snow into the air in wild exultation.

Suddenly I am back in bed. I experience a moment of vertigo as I sit up. It's only when I realize that the two bedrooms of my apartment have switched places that I know I'm dreaming. Still, it is a distant realization. I move toward one of the two closets and look inside, there is an old washer and dryer set in there. I back out and see Jack there. I should be clear though, I only know it's Jack in retrospect. I have been doing this a lot lately. Depression makes me indistinct and so my recurring dcs are indistinct. I know him because he is wearing blue and black, as Jack always does, and because he feels the same way. He's the right build, though I never see his face.
I recognize him, standing in front of the other closet. He is mine.
He shows me the new washer and dryer set in the second closet, though I have already seen it. It's like a game. I turn to kiss him and get an impression of pale skin and black hair, also very much Jack.

There's a lapse. A very stark lapse. I'm in a dim hospital. Jack was a police officer who was killed on duty. All of his friends gather in vigil around the room containing his body bag. I can't quite believe he's dead and I wander away from the sober scene, all those uniforms gathered in chairs around the room. That is the only reason I survive.

The hospital is so very still in the late hours of the night. Dim. Quiet. The recently dead become quick, nimble zombies pouring down the hallways in waves. I hear them before I see them and have a moment of intense annoyance and disbelief. Of fucking COURSE there are zombies. Why the fuck not.
I run away. I realize I'm barefoot. I can feel the doors under my hands as I push them open, and the rush of night air that greets me. And the sound of the undead pouring out in my wake. I almost lose my lucidity and think I have to find MY car. Then I think "No, you're lucid. ANY car will work. PICK ANY CAR." I don't get to find out if that is true. I run for a car, the zombies coursing around me like I'm a wide river stone. I pull a car door open---

My vision...fluctuates. I try to focus. It's hard to say how I do it. It feels like I'm looking up, like I'm willing my eyes to close? I find myself in a motorcycle shop with a familiar blond, bearded man in a leather vest. I immediately start to cry. "Where am I?" I ask him. "How did I get here?"
I move around the counter as I ask these questions, my eyes straying to the tv mounted on the wall behind him. I ask but I already know that he saved me from the onrush of zombies. He asks me if I've seen a certain documentary, or heard of a series of experiments. I know of it in a distant way, but it still feels like I'm lying when I say I've seen it and he seems to know it is a lie. He explains that the undead are everywhere and they managed to pull me here, though it is unclear if I will turn.

This dream started as a nightmare. A pretty terrifying one. There was a person in bed, in a dark bedroom. She (I think it was a girl) started "changing" into a horrific monster, like in "The Thing". I think it attacked me. Next thing I remember, we're in a supermarket, and the thing is attacking me. I gained courage somehow, and remember getting pretty savage. I think I poked its eyes out with my fingers, and shoved my hand in its maw (it had a humanoid head, but slimy grey skin and huge teeth). I didn't feel pain, despite obviously being bitten, and I didn't expect to feel it, either. A subconscious sliver of realization that this was a dream? I rammed the creature into a glass... what do you call it... the glass doors of a refrigerated cabinet where you have all the meat products and whatever are on display. Next thing I know, the "creature" is on the ground, defeated... and it turns out it's a girl on stilts, wearing a silly suit! She's crying, and people are rushing to help her. I think they blamed me, and said I hurt her.

I was in some kind of "survival game", played in an outdoor arena. There were ruins, bushes and some open spaces. It started with scavenging for weapons and gear, and then staying alive. I remember wearing body armor in one session, and a backpack in a later one (I suddenly felt my armor was now a backpack). I also had an intense standoff with a woman. She had a ponytail, and a pistol, and I had a pretty semi-automatic rifle. Not an AR-15, but longer and with a smaller magazine. We aimed at each other, kind of daring each other to shoot. She back away slowly, never letting me out of her sights. I wanted to kill her, by slowly pulling the trigger. I figured if I pulled it slowly enough, she wouldn't notice. The gun fired... but not really, because I had no ammo... luckily, she didn't notice it, and disappeared. I think I discarded the empty gun, and started scavenging some random parts to build a new gun.

Work

A friend from work tells me he that one of the headlights on his car died and he needs a new bulb, but it's really expensive. He shows me an aisle of metal shelving full of white bulbs, that honestly look more like candles. The one he needs is $81.60. I want to help him pay half, even though I don't know him very well. I don't think he'll take it, so I awkwardly offer him $20.

Wanting

The first part is a little confusing. It was an odd mixture of television and Destiny. I see Mila Kunis and Justin Timberlake. Mila is a sorceress, to save Justin and his party from death, she shrinks them so they are only a foot tall, and moves them from harm's way. o.O

I'm standing in a pool, the water is waist deep. My sister is next to me, eagerly answering texts on her phone. I'm jealous of her, and frown down at my phone. There's a dull ache in my chest and behind my eyes that could easily turn to tears if I let it. I want Ruadh to talk to me, like he used to. I think about texting him that but I know he wouldn't answer, or would pretend he never got it. He still pretends he's my friend, despite how easily he lies. I drop my phone in the water and the force of my wanting makes me believe I hear his text tone, I dive after it. I actually feel the weight and wetness of the water all around me, though I see myself in third person as my hand darts out to retrieve my phone. There is, of course, no text.

Broken Teeth

I make my way through a derelict building. All the windows have long since broken, the walls and floor are stained black and green. I'm supposed to meet my family, they'll be back soon. My teeth feel strange. One of my canines starts to break. I feel uneasy as I remove part of the tooth. To my horror, when I close my mouth, all my other teeth immediately fracture and fall apart. I have a mouthful of tooth shards. I start to spit them into my hands, then onto a table along with a thin yellow liquid like bile. It feels like I'm vomiting teeth. I can't breathe. All that's left in my gums are ragged stubs. I wonder insanely if a dentist can put my mouth back together.

Off to the side I notice a female dentist bent over a woman on the dentist's chair. The room is cast in a weird sick-green light. The patient leaves and I approach the dentist.
She's not precisely human, which is fine. I have no money, I might as well make a deal with a demon to fix my mouth. But for her to do me a favor, I know I have to do one for her. I climb into the chair. She has wide, almond shaped eyes, the pupil is black-red, the sclera is marbling blood-red. Her brown hair hangs straight just past her shoulders. She's crouches over the leg rest of the chair and bares her teeth at me.
"You think you can...entice me? Being beautiful?" I know she has a thing for pretty women, and while I might not feel pretty, maybe my offer will be enough.
I reach out and lightly touch her knee and she closes her eyes, smiling a little. Then, she says wistfully. "Alas...I don't take such favors from clients."

There's an eternal moment, where I am left wondering what I can do now. That was all I had to offer and she didn't want it from me. Do I have to live with my broken mouth? I can't let people see it...

This will be short. I woke up sometime in the middle of the night, I was laying on my stomach and I kept my eyes closed. I did not really think anything because every night I have times where I wake up and fall back asleep so I was laying on my stomach with my eyes closed trying to go back to sleep when I felt my bed start moving, it felt like someone was trying to get on but was having difficulty and it was at this moment I started getting scared and I realized what was happening as I tried to move or talk but couldn't. I felt the bed move again this time whatever it was got on it and and I felt pressure on my back like something was pushing me down. The only thing I could do was moan because no words could come out and I couldn't move. After thinking back and remembering, it couldn't have been the cat because the presence on my back felt more like a hand with force.

11.09.2016

(DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was travelling with my Physio class to a conference. The first part of the trip was on train, the second one on plane. During the liftoff we were told to decompress due to the change of atmospheric pressure. I plugged my nose, thought of doing a RC, but instead blew air through my nose and felt my ears pop.

We arrived at the city and I went to the hotel I would be staying at. Mt dad and brother were there. We went for lunch and then back to the hotel. The next day I went to the conference; we were all really excited about it. We listened to a few talks and then played games. I went back to the hotel, and I was flying back the next morning. My brother and dad were going to be driving back. They dropped me off at the airport and left. My class was there; we were going to be using a more advanced plane which we had to board mid-flight. We were each in a capsule that would launch towards the plane. I got in mine and waited. I heard the capsules being sent one at a time, then followed by silence, then commotion.

Someone opened my capsule. They told me they had terrible news. Something had gone wrong; everyone in my class was dead. My dad heard the news and came to pick me up. He was happy nothing had happened to me, but I felt guilty. We went back to the hotel, I couldn't stop crying. My dad explained that they had made a stupid mistake in one of the calculations and that he could have done it better himself. I went to bed and my brother told me that he had heard that it was done on purpose; someone wanted us dead. He then said there was also a theory that we were being haunted by a ghost or something; I said that if that was the case I would probably be dead by tomorrow.

The next morning I was alone in the hotel room. I started hearing loud bangs at the door and decided to hide. I went through different rooms and reached a huge washroom with different showers. I hid in one and tried to remain calm. This can't be happening, I thought. I plugged my nose and took a deep breath. I did it again just to make sure I was dreaming. I was extremely relieved to know it was a dream. I thought about continuing the dream plot, but then thought it was such a shitty dream that I decided to do my own thing. I went through the wall and found myself in the town. I looked up and got ready to take off when the dream crashed.

I don't remember this dream well, but I will do my best at describing it.

I was with my mom and were going to a shop, from outside it looked like a bakery, the pastries were so deliscious looking, but alas we couldn't go in because it was closed. My mom and I left, we came to a counter, a mixture of walgreens and something else came to mind as my mom had to sign something for us to leave. As quickly as we left we returned, and still the bakery was closed, once again a major disappointment. We signed to leave again.

And finally, a third time. We came back, it was dark in the bakery...but also....it looked different. Not because it was dark but, it just looked VERY different. The walls were no longer white, they looked to be a shade of tan or brown, the floor wasn't tiled anymore either and the glass that pastries were in, wasn't there. Though it was pitch black far back. A counter with a black rim was to the left from where I looked inside the window. And a man, his hair was pulled back and he was dressed nicely. His hair was silver and his skin full of wrinkles, but only for a second. He became a young man with pretty brown hair and flawless skin, still in his nice clothes...and...now this is the weirdest part. He wore a black gas mask with a copper end, he looked at me for but a second. But a second was just long enough for the eerie feeling the building now held to become, almost like fear, not run away screaming fear, but just 'I'm gonna turn around and never come back' fear, if that makes sense. My mom began walking and I followed, we left for the last time, and then I woke up.

D1: Non-Lucid: A guy looked a lot like "Chuck" Saul's brother, from "Better call Saul". So I went there w/ the pony & it turned out to be something like a big feed store where you buy in bulk for animal food. He had some stalls in the back. The guy got really mad at me & said that we didn't deserve a pony & that we murdered our dogs. He told me we were criminals. Kept calling me a dog murderer. I was crying in my dream & in real life. I could here myself. So I knew I was dreaming but I still had to defend myself for personal reasons. I told him that wasn't what happened. I was hysterical & he kept yelling. But then he went around the corner which is the exact moment I knew I was dreaming, crying, & screaming. I started back in on him after I rounded the corner. He suddenly stopped & looked at me like I was crazy & said, "what are you talking about, I didn't say that."

I woke up still screaming & crying & Meesha Cat was loving on me. Then I realized all the screaming had freaked her out & woke her up. She had peed all over my bed. This was not a good start to the morning. I had to get up & wash all my shit & console my poor cat. So I finally got back to bed about 2 hrs later... Oh, & the dream was some small guilt I still carry about rehousing our dogs due to my health. They all got homes & yes I now have a cat but she's never under foot like they were.


D2: Lucid- Mike & I were driving to go see my Grandpa Harry. (He passed away 24 yrs ago) We were going around a sharp curve on what looked like the side of a mountain.It was getting dark & I was starting to panic. Something went wrong w/ the brakes & we were airborne. I was driving. I held his hand & said "I love you, Mike." I thought we were going to die! I had this strange feeling right then though. I had to try & do something. Part of me thought this has to be a dream & part of me thought this could be real. So when I told him I loved him & held his hand I went full on lucid. I slowed down time & willed us to be in a bubble away from the car & we slowly floated down.

D3: I had a big fight w/ a guy who was treating like shit. Apparently he was seeing me & another woman. I got really mad & started teleporting all around which freaked him out while I was yelling at him. He was so confused, lol. I started to get lucid but my phone went off & I had to deal w/ real life. Sigh. That would've been 2 lucids. Oh well.

Non-Lucid-Green
Lucid-Red
Explanation of details-Blue
Side Notes-Purple
Astral Projection/AP-Brown/OOB

(Dreaming hasn't been a focus lately, but: )

I'm floating in a void full of clouds and stars, and recognize that I'm lucid. A destination comes to mind - not one I'd planned in advance, it's an impulse. With that thought, I have the impression I've changed direction, moving closer to the earth - slightly negative connotations here; not bad, just frivolous.

I'm in a bar; it serves as a front room for my actual destination. There's conversation, people sitting around at tables; the bartender's a heavyset and balding man. Asks what I want to drink. I believe I'm not physical enough here to either drink or pay for anything, but refusing to order anything isn't acceptable, so I ask for a water. I'm thinking about the unusual vividness of this scene. The man to my right, clearly a regular, starts talking to me and the bartender, talking about the guy who owns this place (the person I came here to see) and the way things are done here; I'm going to have to set up a tab before I can order anything, even water. The bartender asks to see my phone in order to give me the owner's number. I take it out, but the screen's showing what I think of as the real world, in contrast to this place. I'm concerned about the bartender seeing that and recognizing that I'm out of place here. I hand him the phone anyway. He programs the number in without seeing anything out of the ordinary and hands my phone back.

The image on the phone, my 'real' world, is showing a woman with dirty blonde hair, winter clothing, knit hat, walking on a narrow street at night, the outskirts of a small city maybe, lots of greenery around on this particular street but the sense that there's a much more heavily built up area within walking distance. She's talking to someone, male, a friend or a sibling. The scene shifts so I'm there with them. They walk, they talk, they're being followed by something other than me. There's a sense of the dream becoming a nightmare.

As they entered an apartment building, I made the mistake of reacting to the other thing following them, thus letting it realize I was aware of it and attracting its attention. It attempted to latch onto me instead, and in the next scene it's taken on the role of my younger sibling (not one of my actual IRL ones), inserting itself into a role in my dream the same way it had been playing a role in that woman's dream. There was a brief moment where I accepted it as my sibling, before I remembered. It was very shocked when I hurt it in the process of removing it. "Ow, ow, you're hurting me!" "Get off of me, then." It did, and I woke up.

I thought I was awake but I wasn't. It was a False Awakening...I had a dream that I was just sitting here in bed eating & watching tv & one of my teeth broke halfway off & I freaked out & ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror & saw that one of my teeth had broken in half. I was freaking out & went back into my room. I thought this really happened in the end & made me have some serious anxiety.

I went back & made this journal entry because I forgot & it's my most serious reoccurring dream & reoccurring false awakening. I always think I'm awake when this happens & I wake up freaking out. It sometimes makes me have multiple false awakenings. It's a great fear I have because I have dentures on the top & fear the day I will need them on the bottom.... I don't mind talking about it.... I had crooked teeth as a child which I knew would lead to problems later in life & also had a heat stroke at a girl scout retreat along w/ some other girls which made me prone to having nausea. Now I have to be careful in the heat. Hence my anxiousness of my A/C not working right this summer. Then there was my Hyperemesis during my pregnancies I was constantly in the hospital puking up blood which ate at my teeth & stomach. Any puking scenario scares the hell out of me, where my teeth are concerned. And the final nail in the coffin was when I became a meth addict in my 20's..... Anyway, this was important for me as a person to add to my journal.

I was in some city, it was a really dark evening. It was a district with old buildings, sealed off from the rest of city due to escaped prisoner, only three streets of this district were available. Most people hidden in homes, those who just wanted to drive to another district and got caught by blockade were sitting in their cars. The streets were mostly empty, there was one car and a police van. I was wandering the streets, trying to find some shelter. I was wearing a dark gray hoodie and sticked to the shadows. I followed one street and got closer to police van - it was empty. I looked to nearby car and saw a man in dark gray hoodie, he looked like me. Then I saw incoming group of people, I asked the man inside the car to open doors, but he just sat there motionless. When they were close enough to attack, I jumped back and ran away to another street. I heard some speaker talking about some strange disturbance in sealed area of the district. I decided to run back and find a way to another district or some shelter, but I expected to see that prisoner and when I was back on that street, he appeared again. This time there was no police or any other car. I tried to stealthily get to district exit, but the man appeared again. We fought, my strikes seemed like they had no real force. He smiled, everything went black.

I found myself in some hotel with two people. We were going to some restaurant. I looked at one of balconys and saw that man with whom I fought before. I ignored him. We got to the restaurant and got our table - we've signed in on false names. I heard someone from the staff say that muslims were not allowed inside, so I thought about bringing one there. Then a woman appeared from thin air and joined us at our table. She had short brown hair.

So I had a dream that I could hangout with Sans and Papyrus in the real world but then Sans suddenly realised that I was the anomaly who kept reseting the game over and over, causing him to suffer.

So he decided to do the same with me, and he kept reseting my dream, for a while the dream kept repeating untill suddenly I was in a dark room, completely black and I was in some sort of Bath tub.

Then a text appeared saying, "You feel the presence of both Papyrus and Sans, who would you like to see?" I picked Sans and then I slowly turned my head and saw Sans looming above me, staring me down without his pupils (?).

He then grabbed hold of my wrist and said, "You committed 417 Sins...Judgement is mine now."
He then stabbed me in the heart and I woke up.

Key:
Notes
Non-Lucid
Half-Lucid
Lucid
Nightmare

Tornado

I was at school, I remember interacting with my friend Adnan. I leave class and goto some waiting lobby.
I sit there for minutes, I hear a siren. People start to come in the room ask me "You heard the siren?"
I start to piss myself, didn't in real life thankfully. I look around, I see my brother on a scooter he gets in to the lobby.
Suddenly I'm in a bus, he turns it around and we go in circles around the school.
He tries to grab a handle of a door (I don't know why) I open the emergency door and try to help. The bus driver says "Don't do this kid."
Later in the dream, we go to a cubfoods thinking it is safer than the High School for shelter.

Sorry, I had some dreams past few days but they were either private or kind of sexual. Still haven't had any lucid's, I tried FILD but I just can't do it, sometimes I'm either lazy or don't have alarm clock: I have people sleeping next to my rooms.

Idk why my daughter is always, always about four or five in my dreams???

Panic dream about making the water too hot.
We are in a church, but of course! The pews are lined up to make avenues for the water, for a bath. There are of course great gaps but this doesn't matter as I turn on a gigantic tap which gushes loads of water. The whole church starts to fill up with water.
I realise that the water is getting to hot and try to turn it off. It will not turn off at the facet.
Running around everywhere to find how to turn off the tap, i am breathless. I run outside and down the street. Then back in a loop totally panicked through a overhead gallery in the church, where people are using laptops at desks. I jump down from on high this a thwunk onto one of the desks. The kiddo with glasses doesn't bat an eyelid and I land back down into the church.
My daughter is not boiled, fortunately but I am so freaked in the dream that this cycles a few times.

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In most dreams where I am to worried I have zero lucidity hence I think I need to concentrate more on relaxing before sleepy time??

Once in fifth grade, I had a dream that my mom drove me to the mall. she then got out of the car and left me there.

Suddenly I was in the front seat of the car, and it started driving itself.

There was a lot of blue glass skateboard ramps I drove off, and one in particular was super high. Mid jump, When I looked down, I saw my friend Lily getting off of a bus, looking up at the car and dropping her backpack. She screamed at me to get down, and the car started to fall.

It crashed into someone's garage that I'd never seen before and Lily ran up to me.

"SID NO! YOU CRASHED MY DAD'S CAR!"

"I'm sorry Lily, it was driving itse-"

and I woke up. The next day at school, Lilly looked really tired, and I asked her why. She said she had a dream that she was on a bus and I was in her dad's car, and I crashed her dad's car into her house.

She described the car, that fit the car I was in perfectly. She described the house, that also was perfect.


I wasn't even that good of friends with lily at the time, and I'm not at all friends with her now.


I did some research, and apparently Buddhist monks who train for decades can do something similar to that, and they use it for religious reasons. Or at least used to, I'm not sure.

I've done it three times, two by accident and one on purpose. They were:

1. The one involving Lilly that I just told you about (accidental)

2. This one involving some really bad shooter videogame with my friend Joseph, but he kinda was only connected with my mind for about 3 seconds before it stopped and he went away (Accidental)

3. This one time in middle school when I was edgy and decided to try and give some kid who lived on my street a nightmare. It kind of worked, I made him have a nightmare about a plane crashing with him in it, but then he went away and it turned into a nightmare for me with some weird second reality. (On purpose)



That's what made me originally decide to try to become Buddhist in fifth grade, but it's been many years since I gave up on that. Nightmares to ALL MY ENEMIES!

To be honest, the reason I haven't done it more is because it takes so long to actually do, it's incredibly difficult, and not that effective. Some people I gave nightmares to don't fully remember the nightmares once they wake up, only remembering fragments of the dream.

I sound totally insane, but I swear I'm not delusional. I ask the people about their dreams the next day, without giving a prompt.


This is (at least kind of) How I did it purposefully:

1: Lie down and wait a while to induce sleep paralysis, go into a dream.

2. Focus on the person. Their name, personality, location, looks, ect.

3. Imagine yourself watching them sleep, then slipping inside their mind. (I sound insane, I swear I'm not. I've been to a doctor for my depression, they did a psychiatric analysis, I'm not psychotic I promise.)

4. QUICKLY, design the setting for the nightmare and put them into it as well as yourself. Watch them, DO NOT TAKE YOUR EYES OFF THEM, and have DC's interact with them. If you look away they're going to be able to escape.

5. This is only effective if they don't lucid dream. If they can control their dreams they're gonna wake themselves up pretty fast.