nightmare

Non Dream
Dream
Lucid

After a dream, in my bed I did a random nose plug. I could breathe! I walked out of my bed and walked around for a bit through the dark. I decided to try to fly through the ceiling like I've done in the past. I flew up but didn't make it through the ceiling this time. I fell through the ground as if it were an illusion and found myself falling through a void. I saw something on the ground and couldn't make out what it was, but it was supplying a wee bit of light. I stopped falling and was suspended in mid air. Then, a huge dragon appeared! I could only see it's head, which was about twice the size of my body. As I was looking at with great interest, it smelled my feet and smiled. I was trying to figure out what was going on when it pulled out a gun and pointed it at me! I grabbed the gun and we fought over it for a couple of seconds before I woke up.

I thought about this dream when I woke up, trying to figure out what it meant. The dragon smelling my feet was a huge clue as my eczema on my feet has been acting up in the hot weather. I mused about how I wished I had talked to the dragon to try to figure out what it represented and went back to sleep.

Later on this morning, I was watching a cartoon in a building when I became lucid. Wanting a bit of space I jumped out the window to the sidewalk below. I fell through the sidewalk just like the first dream and back into the void. I looked down and sure enough, there was the dragon again. I could see his whole body this time which was pretty cool. Anyway, I was suspended in the air again right next to it's head.

"Ah, you again! What do you represent?" I said.
"What do YOU represent?" the dragon said, obviously trying to avoid the question.
"I represent myself. What do you represent?"
"A health patience!" it responded.
With this knowledge, I banged it on the head with my fist, apparently defeating it because I was freed back to my normal dream world. I woke up before I could do anything fun though.

I didn't have very good dream control today but at least I defeated the dragon!

Okay, so everytime I witness or have a scary feeling, I do RC's, I think that's my dream sign. The dream started out as me looking out a window, only to see a zombie, it looked very vivid and scary, it was my first zombie dream, that actually showed one so I was very scared. I instantly thought dreaming, I was thinking "this seems like a dream" so I pinched my nose and sure enough I was, I started walking around, looking at stuff.. I'm not sure where I was but I was in a house, a random house. I remember thinking "This is my longest lucid dream yet" And just walking around, I'd say it was about 45 seconds. That's all I remember but I think I lost lucidity.

Two parts to this dream.

In the first part there is something to do with mini go-karts or remote controlled cars in a forest. Also a four room building where people rotate through the rooms or something.

Second part takes place in a city that's been destroyed, but I do not know by what. People are scrambling for supplies to survive. There is one train that runs through the center of town. I don't know where it goes but it frequently hits people crossing the tracks or people commit suicide by standing in front of it. I don't know where the terminal is because it never stops, even when it hits someone.

The buildings are mostly destroyed or empty and many people have gathered together in groups for survival, often attacking other groups to steal their supplies. I am on my own and every day I am afraid of being attacked or killed. One day two men armed with electric drills try to attack me but I am able to disarm them and get away. I run into a large building and find a doctor (A Middle Eastern man with white hair and a white goatee) there who is helping anyone he can and has a small shop where he lets people underpay for many things. Most of the food however is gone. His volunteers find crates of Kraft Dinner and Mr. Noodle Ramen and I trade a small green pencil and the promise of being a volunteer later for one of each. I have to argue with a Chinese looking lady at first, who I think is the doctor's whife, who wants to give me a small fist size ball of rice for the small amount of money I have, because she doesn't want to give me the boxes of food.

I set out from that place with my food hidden inside a garbage bag and forget my shoes and have to go back for them. It is dark and I don't know how I am going to get home in the dark and alone without being robbed or killed. Dream ends after I leave the doctor's store and head out into the darkness of the destroyed city.

Something to do with a swarm of large wasps. One landed on my shoulder and I woke up before it could sting me.

Some story about a man who had been doing Xenon gas because apparently it was like some kind of drug (even though Xenon is supposed to be inert and have no affect on humans) and it caused some kind of reaction in his body that caused his face and body to swell up. Now when I say swell up, I mean like 3x size. I'm going to spare you the graphic description of what this guy actually looked like and just say that I woke up after this one too.

I haven't made any entries in a while, mostly because the dreams are on and off and haven't been lucid since I had my first one where I was flying. I made attempts this morning to go into lucid dreaming and I just can't time it right. I pinch my nose and I know it's me doing it and I'm more awake than before. But then I finally went to sleep and didn't get to go into lucid dreaming, but I did end up having 2 dreams about a place I thought I had put at the back of my mind and would never be plagued by in my dreams.

Dream 1

I was seeking out the Jesus Army. I found one of their members and called out to him. "If you guys think I'm still demon possessed then deliver me!" I shouted to him, but he started walking away into a building with the rest of the people wearing their army-clad jackets. "Please, if I am demon possessed then don't leave me like this! I'm begging you!" I pleaded. He suddenly turned around and slammed his palm onto my head, shouting all kinds of things. I just stood there eyes closed tight with tears flooding down my face. His hand was forceful as if he was trying to push me down, but I stood my ground. Eventually he stopped and stared at me, not knowing why I wasn't responding to his prayers. He looked at the rest of his friends who had stopped in their tracks and were watching him confused to why I wasn't writhing on the ground or screaming out. I opened my eyes half expecting to be a new person or just myself. They started talking to themselves and I knew they were trying to come up with an excuse to why I wasn't responding and would say that the demons were ejected through crying. I knew I was right all along, it was just me and nothing else, they could no longer spread lies that I was demon possessed anymore because they had nothing to cast out.

Dream 2

I was in Radcliffe trying to get on a bus back to Bury. I realised I was on a bus going in the wrong direction so I jumped off and ran across the road to the other side. It was seriously busy so the traffic was almost at a standstill. I couldn't find the stop for the 256 bus though (just to note, 256 bus route is nowhere near Bury.) I guessed it either had been removed and was somewhere further up the road or they had replaced the service with a different number. I kept on searching until I decided to go back and get the bus I jumped off earlier and wait for it to to a U-turn at the end of the line and come back. I raced after the bus and boarded it as it was halfway up the road.

We went out of Radcliffe towards a dual carriageway, and I was standing at the front of the bus near the doorway. The bus pulled off onto a large roundabout joining on to the dual carriageway and across the road I saw a massive brick building, newly built, with a huge red cross on it and a green logo with the words "The Jesus Fellowship" on it. "Oh god no, not the fucking Jesus Army!" I gasped. I wanted to get off the bus fast or have the bus speed up and go past it. We went round the roundabout and on one of the exits there was lines of terrace houses, the first one had a sign hanging out of it with the Jesus Army logo on it. Suddenly I was grabbed by my neck or had a knife to my neck and a familiar voice was talking to me in a low tone. I looked up into a rear view mirror and saw 2 men wearing Jesus Army jackets (note that the Jesus Army would never carry knives nor would they physically assault someone in public.) They dragged me off the bus to the large congregation hall where hundreds of people were listening to a sermon. I was forced to sit down at the back of the congregation which had now expanded out onto the tarmac outside where all their cars and minibuses were parked. I tried to get away but they were guarding me until they got more people to team with them. They gathered around me and began praying, pressing on my head and holding my arms so I wouldn't get away and aggressively praying and trying to cast out demons. I managed to break free and ran through the rows of parked cars. I turned around and shouted at them "You are all full of shit!" I realised that my shouting out would've made them even more convinced there were demons inside me and more determined to cast them out. I turned back to continue running for my freedom but one of the men had been ducking behind the last row of cars and he mowed me down like a rugby player and I was planted to the ground. Again they surrounded me praying and I screamed out wanting to break free as they shouted their prayers out even more louder. I stopped struggling as I realised it was futile, and I just lay there panting for air with tears running down the sides of my face.

The next thing I was calm and docile and doing everything they were telling me to do. It was as if several days had passed and I had become submissive like a drone. I asked politely if I could call my husband to let him know I was ok so he wouldn't be calling the police to report a missing person. I was on the phone talking to him like I was high on a drug. "I was wrong about them, they are fine" I said on the phone. "You've been brainwashed!" he shouted angrily down the phone. "No no" I begged him, but he hung up the phone on me.

On my way to work, I make a stop to pick up my bicycle. I forgot my shoes, but that's okay. My friend Andrew and I, instead of getting shoes, turn our lower bodies into different things... Bulls, dogs, dresses, motorcycles, etc. Every other thing we change our legs into is neon green, the other being regular color. We both settle on dogs for legs to pick up chicks.

Walking around town, it certainly gets girls' attention. They want to pet them. My dog is on a leash, a medium poodle variety. Now with regular legs and a dog, the dog pulls hard on the leash, very strong, and very excited to see people. One of the girls offers to hold the leash, but I don't think she's strong enough to do it. I walk off on my own, holding a sign instead of a leash, following another guy who is also holding a sign. "This is silly" I tell myself as I stop following him, and go inside a nearby building. Inside, I offend an old friend from High School, who starts to escort me outside to severely beat me up. I realize what he's going to do, and run back inside to lose him.

Normally, I would easily outrun him, he's a lot bigger than I am, but I'm slower than usual, and he tails me quite well up several stories of this building. He yells at me, "You're scaring the occupants by running so fast!" in an attempt to catch me. I reach the top floor, and go back down another stairway. To pick up speed, I slide down the banisters, and jump several steps at a time. He too jumps some steps, but my banister sliding moves put some distance between us. Bolting outside, I duck into a crowd and continue to run. I pass by some good friends from school who yell something at me, but I don't stop. I lay down on the slope of a hill, looking back at where I ran from. No sign of Justin, I must have lost him. There is a fugitive next to me, also hiding here. I idly play with a plastic bag as I nervously wait for something to happen. The fugitive loudly proclaims, "That's my bag!"

The police overhear us, and send the Irish government our way. They stop at the top of the hill and throw propaganda at us. One of the packets they throw looks decent, good graphics and all.

.../I go downstairs of a house where we live. The ground floor is a huge cavern and I get lost looking for something. It's all dark and I want to turn on some light. The ceiling is high above my head. I find a corner with a light switch. I turn it on and I see a light has turned on somewhere but it's difficult to see because of my hair falls on my face. I remember somebody told me about a big spider inhabiting this place. I want to get back upstairs to our room. I try to free my view but it's a mass of hairs in front of my eyes. I hardly find the stairs and go up, hoping not to find that big spider. I don't know how big could it be, when I feel some spider web falling on my face. I think it could be just my hair. Finally I get to our room. The door is a closet which doors are made of glass. I have to open them with a little key to get in. A soft moon light get through the windows, I see some shadows in the corridor. My wife gently sleeps on the bed. I cannot close the lock when I see a spider which body is the size of a basket ball, running along the hallway. It gives me the creeps, I want to close the damn door but its lock seems to be broken/...

* The dream is abruptly interrupted by one of my kids
* I consider that as a nightmare because of the uncomfortable feelings.

.../It's night. I'm walking on the streets close to the informal market, playing with my shadow on the lines of the slabs. I'm hearing the song Black Sabbath playing on the background while someone tells something about the band/...

* Alarm went off. I know there was more but unfortunately I wasn't able to remember more...

So how the dream starts I'm in a confuse false awaking before I fall asleep then wen I sleep I wake up in a dream yet the clarity an clairvoyance sometimes isn't as powerful as my past sleep states not to say that I know I'm dreaming or not I notice my surrounding a little more crisp than what they usual are as the dream continue on I notice I'm going thru Dream transformation yet I'm not. Human while I sleep I see thru the eye of a blue eye monkey so while I struggle with lucidity to sustain my dream form I have a non-lucid transformation trying to get the clarity of a lucid being if I don't become lucid enough thru the first transformation I then induce a lucid consistent trance where I try an confused my non lucid mind into thinking I'm still trap in a dream state that I could fall in an out of sleep into while strengthen my lucidity with each dream transformation the trance lucid form of myself as a blue eye monkey become stronger an my lucidity also heightens taking. Me thru a new plane of Hi.

Last night, I had my second lucid dream. In it, I became aware my mother, who I had just been talking to, had vanished. This sparked lucidity, and I euphorically ran down a track at a college I live nearby to, shouting in triumph. I nearly lost lucidity, so I calmed down. I've never flown in a dream, so I tried. Nothing happened, even though I knew it was a dream, I knew I was able to fly if I had the expectation present. Disappointed, I saw my sister walking ahead of me, but she was walking funny.. like she was made of melted putty, swinging her arms and legs strangely. She transformed then into a large, sinister character with a monstrous face torn in some parts to reveal his skull, which was slightly on fire, wearing a trench coat. Rorschach meets Ghost Rider, then takes nightmare steroids and grows. He strode quickly toward me, then transformed into an obscure acquaintance. My desire in dreams is to talk to DCs, so I asked him, what do you represent? He answered, you, now. He walked away, gaining a blue toga and a massive bow, like a Greek hero, or Kid Icarus. I looked into the sky, which started to fade to black, then back down to retain my dream awareness. I tried spinning to a new environment to no avail.

Knowing this was a lucid dream, I started looking for some lucid booty, and I am not a pirate. I asked several women I saw to undress, but they vehemently defended their honor as any woman in a street would, making me feel self-conscious and slightly abashed. I walked into a nearby building and couldn't change anything. Nothing, I was in a very low degree control over the dream. I talked with a couple people about making plans to go to another dream, and they were drawing up plans for it (a cruise in a wondrous tropical sea with a boatload of girls), when I walked past a man I knew sitting on a couch. He said, Matt, this will always be a part of you, then proceeded to molest a girl I know who he was next to, who was sniffling and unresponsive. Enraged, I lost sight of creating a tropical paradise and wanted to hit him, though I'm not generally violent. As I moved slightly toward him, I merged with the girl on the couch, who turned into a very close lady friend, and the dream turned sexual.

I woke up feeling angry, ashamed at the disturbing content and thrown off in general. Did I expect to be turned down? Was the amorous ending a reward for trying to attack evil, or did I give into my anger and become the evil itself? Mainly, I see the strangeness of it all as being caused by my inability to control and manipulate my dream environment (not able to fly, create new dream, etc.). If I had been flying, I think I could have escaped the nightmarish elements of it.

The real unanswerable question is, why are the two evil characters in the piece, the fearsome monster hero and the predator, a part of me, and how can I either integrate them into my psyche... or destroy them? Love your enemies despite their wickedness, even if they are within, or are these weeds in me that I should be rooted out and burned?

My attention is immediately caught by the oven timer making its usual obnoxious beeping sounds. It is an older oven model, with analogue clocks on it, and gas burners. Mostly black, with white and brown accents. I go over to it to see what is done, but there is only a single pot of soup on the stove, and it is not yet done. I look to see how to turn the beeping off, but see no off switch. Each oven burner has a mechanical timer dial, so I check each one individually to make sure they are in the off position, and they all are. Strange.... I look again to the main control panel on the far side of the oven, the part that sticks up a few inches from the back, but all the dials there are in the off position as well.

My meditation teacher is nearby and tells me that "someone was making french toast, and left without turning the timer off." Alright, "then there must be a way to stop it" I think as I decide to turn the whole stove off using the unit's off switch on the top left. Before I turn it off, I check again to see which burners are on, and at what level they are set to, so I can put them back as they are when I turn it back on. It is just the soup burner, set to medium heat. Easy enough, *flick* the switch goes off, the burner stops, but the beeping continues!

I really don't like the beeping, and thought for sure this would end it. It is still definitely coming from the stove somehow. I turn it back on, and my friend Tim turns the gas on high for the soup, then does nothing else. I turn the dial to the ignition position as I look away to shield my face from any possible explosions, and with a large poof, all the gas ignites. We laugh at the explosion, as I turn the flames down to medium level.

Looking away, I see a group of janitors far outside through an open door, all standing in a circle, stretching in the grass before they go to work. "I need to stretch" they remind me. I start stretching my groin, and glutes, but it really isn't very nice to do with that awful beeping penetrating my ear awareness. "I'll just unplug the stove, that should stop it."

Getting up from the kitchen floor, I look behind the stove to see where it is plugged in, it is not the plug next to the stove unfortunately, but directly behind it, rather low on the wall. "I'll have to move the stove out to do this" Positioning myself to get a good grip on the stove, I wake up.

Now laying in my bed, I still hear that loud, high pitch beeping sound! How is that possible?

IT IS MY **** CELL PHONE ALARM! (exactly the same beeping)

I decide that I should start posting a phenomenon that used to happen to me once a month. To describe this before hand I used to have these "dreams" once a month that I feel that I am in a dream but I am not. I am sleeping at the time but in these specific dreams I feel like I am both awake and at the same time not. It took me a while to try and figure out what this grey area was. Even though I can dream control in these specific ones I can not. I can control any aspect of any normal dreams because I started to experiment (with the help of tulpas) to begin to feel the electric current in my own head and what parts where generating what aspect of my dreams so I could begin to gain total control. Through this method I would just have to tell one thing to change with one message and it would. With these dreams however I couldn't change anything because I wasn't generating the area. With how I have gathered dreams to work is that I like to thing of a little thought bubble with you in the center and the dream generates around you (like some video games). You will only see stuff in greater detail that is close to you but in these dreams it is farther than I can create and in far greater detail. Now for the dream part.

They normally start out in the same fashion. A pretty overly simplistic but overly detailed area (like a meadow or pond ect). The first thing that I notice is that I have all of my senses and that everything looks like I am awake but I still feel like I do in a dream. I will normally wander around since I can't change anything until I find someone. I will always find a different girl that I have never seen before crying, moping, or just sitting there looking hopeless. The first few times I had these I tried to say hi but I couldn't talk. I later found out that I could form a bond to them with my thoughts Where we could shat how we felt or memories that we had. After a while I was able to make a language out of this connection enough to talk to them. Throughout the dream we would share experiences and feelings to the point that we practically fell in love. At that point however I could sense a sudden fear or terror in them right before they vanished leaving me with a feeling that I will never see them again in my dreams or when awake. At first I pondered on that last part wondering why I felt like I would never see as person from my dreams irl. I began to hat these dreams because of how I knew how they would end. Some of the girls would just simply vanish but some of them would appear to be dragged away by something I couldn't see. I got to the point where if I really tried I could make some small things appear like a chess board.

My last one is a little blurry and I would also like to say now that I am not a religious person. I believe that if there is a god than that is all fine and dandy but that shouldn't really effect me until I am dead. I also believe that if there was such a holy and selfless being then he wouldn't want everyone spending their 1/7 days a week just to worship him. That said this is the details that I remember of it. It goes the same as the others but I had a plan this time. I would give myself the ability to sense whatever was taking them away and try to stop it. So I went through it like normal but this girl was different. She also knew how to talk through it like I could. She shared memories of some of the dreams she had and memories of her childhood and about her abusive dad. She also warned me about digging to far into what these where or else I would regret it. I felt he give into emotion to make this dream be over. As she started to be dragged away I game myself the ability to perceive whatever it was. That was a bad choice of words. The first thing that hit me was the unbearable smell that stung my eyes so bad that I couldn't see. I wanted to vomit but I couldn't. The only thing that I could smell was what I could describe as pure death. I finally got my eyes open enough to see it but it didn't have a true physical form. Its form kept on shifting and moving around. I decided to force a link on whatever this was and asked it why it was doing this to them. That was a bad idea. I didn't get hit with hatred or any form of entertainment it got from doing this. All it felt was depression past the point of wanting to kill yourself. How can you kill what isn't alive after all? It was a little surprised that I could see it yet alone talk to it. It responded telling me that even though that it doesn't want to do this it is being forced to do it. I asked it who is making it do this. He physically pointed down the hole that he was going to drag her into. He shared a memory of his real response was him actually pointing up and telling me who it was. I forced the pit to stay open after he left so I knew where they where being taken. The only thing I could hear where screams some loud, some far, hundreds, thousands, I couldn't perceive how many. I was left with one memory from her. Her suicide. He left me a way to find out why I was having these dreams. I decided to ask the person that was making him do this.

I decide to dig through whatever this was for the information I wanted and found what I thought I was looking for. People who kill themselves out of forgetting what love is must learn what it is again but people who have take their own life have no place up there so they must lean how to love again before they are sent to hell anyways? As you could imagine as a christian at the time I was not very happy with what I found out. After that I have had none of those dreams again. I have had similar dreams that I will post in another dj if there is interest. They where a little more taxing on me.

I'm going to write my second dream down. It was weird. I was on my bed watching one piece when suddenly my dad came in. Out of no where he laughed and said he caught me watching something inappropriate. Just cause they were wearing bathing suits and that guy with the blue hair and red swim suit thing was there. I was like its not like that. Than all of a sudden I appeared in a different house. Than my bed broke apart and I was floating away in this bright colored scenery on a river at night. I was like oh shoot and jumped. That's when I landed in the house and appeared in my house. I felt like i obe'd in the dream so i got scared that i could get lost in there or something. Even though i dont believe in obes. But anyways i appeared in my house living room and saw the grim reaper. He told me i was going to die. Thats when i appeared paralyzed on my real bed. Than I could see a foggy sky to the left and a skull came out. The reaper thing tryed to posess me. My vision was starting to go black and I felt I was slowly being pulled out my body, maybe its cause I feared it. But I was like oh shoot! Your not posessing me. Than the thing got mad and was like let me get inside of you! I prayed to God about it cause I was scared than the thing left. I reappeared at my house and it was night. There were two young kids. A boy and a girl. The boy was 1 the girl was 3 but they could speak to me. I asked the girl why the grim reaper said I was going to die. She told me cause I killed his shark fish. I was annoyed I didn't even see the shark and assumed it happened when part of the room broke apart and floated onto the river. I asked the girl for his number after I took the phone. She was like 545...I forgot. Than I said forget it and than went to a room with my dad and the kids. There was a pizza party there and I noticed the phone was on. I said hello? A girl answered asking for Steven. I said I don't know who Steven is. I said I'll give him your number when I see him. Than my mom was like no! You shouldn't give out a number if you don't know if he likes the person. I said OK, hanged up. Ate a pizza while listening to music and woke up. Freaky dream.:/

The first dream of the night that I recall involves a very, very tall skyscraper. It's so incredibly tall that planes fly around it rather than over it.

I am on my way to the skyscraper. Instead of flying in a plane, I am in something like a swing-set seat, suspended from some sort of flying device. It's just a plastic seat with cables on either side, no sort of safety restraints or anything. The sky is clear, but it's a sort of washed-out blue with no clouds. I'm terrified of heights, so I have my eyes closed and a death grip on the cables. I'm trying to explain to my mother (who is neither next to me, nor on the phone, but she can hear me anyway) that I'm incredibly afraid of heights, and this is terrifying. She doesn't understand why it's so scary. "But you're not afraid of being in a plane," she says. "Planes are solid metal," I explain. "There's something surrounding me. Right now, I'm just sitting on a seat, without anything around me."

As I approach the incredibly thin, super tall building, I recall a dim memory in being in one before and how unsafe it felt. I tell my mother, "Last time I was in one of these buildings, I was terrified and clung to the walls. They're too high. I don't feel safe in them."

As I make my final approach to the building, everything goes black. It's sort of like a scene change would be in a non-lucid dream, if I was paying attention. And when it happens, I do notice this time, and realize that I was dreaming.

The world suddenly pops back into existence around me. I am in what looks like a hotel room. I understand that this is sort of like my brain trying to create my bedroom, but I've been focusing hard on being somewhere different, so it pulls up something that is supposed to be my bedroom, without it being my actual bedroom.

The whole thing is very... "four stars"? Not quite a five star hotel room, but not cheap. But a little tacky, like it's trying too hard. This environment is much clearer than the past few I have found myself in.

Side note: I still don't spend enough time really examining and exploring my surroundings, but I did pay a little more attention this time. I really need to pay more attention to what is around me at first, rather than doing some half-assed stabilization and immediately diving into whatever I am doing. I feel like the more attention I pay to where I am at first, the more successful my attempts to manipulate the dream are.

There is a gilded oval mirror on the wall. I decide to jump into it to see if I can do a scene change. I dive into the mirror, and I am standing in front of it again. I dive into it again, and I am standing in front of it again. I dive into it again, and I am standing in front of it again. I stop and inspect my reflection for a moment to stabilize the dream again. For some reason, my hair is very short.

I try not to let it bother or frustrate me too much, and it really doesn't. I decide that if I can't do a full scene change, I'll start manipulating my environment into what I want.

The hotel bed is very cushy, with nice accent pillows and bedding. The bedding is off-white with very thin red pin-stripes. I don't want red. I want purple. Without even closing my eyes, the pinstripes are suddenly purple, and the colors of the furniture and wallpaper and other decorations have shifted to match the new color scheme.

There is an end table with a small piece of carved driftwood on it. The wood is old-looking and grayish. It has been carved a little bit, but I still can't tell what it was meant to be. I inspect and feel the wood, to solidify things a bit.

I look around. The room has a very nice door, but it's not what I want. I decide that I want something more rustic, and more rounded. I cover my eyes and uncover them. The door has morphed a little bit, but it's halfway between the original (red, then purple) door and what I want. I cover my eyes and uncover them, and it is the shape that I want, but not wooden. I do it again, and I am satisfied with my nice, wooden door.

I look around the room. The furniture has changed a little bit. It's not the frilly, floofy stuff that I didn't like. The chair is more worn, softer, and comfortable-looking. The end table is now made of what looks like old, "reclaimed" wood that was rescued from an old barn or something and crafted into a table.

I turn my attention to the windows, and do the same thing I did with the door. After a few tries, they are close to the windows I want.

Unfortunately, on my last try, I open my eyes and wake up. I do a quick reality check (try to put one hand through another hand) and I can't pass my hands through each other. I'm still not sure if I was really awake, but I roll over and fall back asleep.

I have a vague dream of two women in the hotel room, arguing about something. Then, I dream that I have bought a bouquet of fresh cut flowers, but when I bring them home and try to arrange them, I realize that I have no vase.

Then I am playing a video game with extremely simple Atari-style graphics. There are several characters that you can unlock, and they all have their own individual stats.

* Like yesterday, there were some extra cups of wine before going to bed...

.../It's a celebration day on the town I'm visiting from a long time. I see an aunt and ask her for her son, my fellow cousin to salute him. She tells me where he is, but I notice "his parents" are sitting in the same table and they're not too friendly. Anyway, I don't care and go to give him a hug. I try to make a joke about me getting drunk at the airport and sitting next to the airplane wheel just before the airplane starts to move. He doesn't get it. I think because of it has been a long time since we don't make jokes together/...

.../I'm walking on a road, getting in a town where its welcome sign literally states: "Welcome to the state of California. Our little DOF things" (DOF is written in overlapped capitals). Then I get into a bar where a DC-mix of some drunk people I know, invites me to have some beers. I accept although I don't feel motivated to drink. He gets angry with me, and throws the whole content of a bottle on a wooden wagon. Then he asks me to leave and threats me to throw a rock on my head if I don't go because of I'm being a killjoy. I got confused and decide to better go out. In the street, I see the DC going out turned into my dad. I'm walking on the streets, feeling sad. It's cold out here and I'm wearing just a t-shirt. I want to go to the apartment we rented with a friend of mine/...

* Apparently we rented that apartment in another dream and we live there with some other friends and family.

.../change one letter game could be bravest from breast...

.../I have to deliver something in the 14th floor of a house. The elevator door gets closed when I'm about to step into it. The door opens while the elevator goes up. Now it's just a platform and I can see the stairs and all the stuff around. I must stay standing in the middle. I see an old woman going upstairs. The elevator stops in the 15th floor. I get out of the platform. It's just a sort of stairs with huge steps that I have to go down. There's a big empty space in the middle. The woman stands in the opposite side where I am. I ask her to be careful, she says something and makes a wrong move, then she falls. I run to take a look down. She's sitting on a table talking with a girl friend. She mocks about something pointing at me. She's not dead. There's something going on here. I want to go downstairs very quick and think I could take a shortcut by jumping if it's what I'm starting to think. This place doesn't make sense, I know what it means! This time I don't want to jump due to the vertigo. I go on with the plot, I still have her delivery in my hands. I throw it close to her. She doesn't like it, I don't care. I look around to see how can I go out. I see some escalators on my side leading to a wall with a hole above it. I command them to stop. They stop and I have to climb to get on the roof of a building. I hear she is quite upset following me. I command the escalators to move again to squeeze her against the wall, but she gets out before getting trapped in the motion. Now she looks very young but angry, she wears like a witch from the middle age. She stands in front of me yelling something. I feel scared but I have to control myself. Using my mind, I throw her against some sharp spikes I see in front of the house. She gets impaled uttering some spell on me. Her mouth looks like a Venus flytrap and it opens to the sides. I command with my mind the spikes to open up. It finishes her. Now I see the dream in 3rd person view. I see a DC who looks like Harry Potter, getting out from my point of view, he gets close to a door that I previously saw stating it was level 13. Now it's time for another level, the number on the door changes to a lower one, and it opens to show a wall. There's a couple of brown werewolves getting out from a window. The female one has two bats flying like flies around her head. The traffic in the streets is weird. Most of the cars move backwards. The authority car has a toilette in stead of a seat, and the driver seems to be taking a shit while driving. He speaks with somebody with the radio. This place is weird and I'm wondering what have the werewolves to do here/...

* I have to point out about this one, when I started to write down some fast notes (which is really tedious due to the fatigue) I barely remembered a couple of fragments of the final scene in the city where I wasn't lucid anymore. It was not until I wanted to go back to sleep, when I was able to remember the whole lucid sequence. Then my scratched writing turned into something more devoted.

These are moments that struck me as odd or notable, drawn from a number of dreams over the past four or five months. All non-lucid. Mainly these are moments that disturbed me, the ones I felt had deeper meaning if I had the wisdom to penetrate the veil around them--moments with animals, periods of huge change in the dream, and quiet, dark aspects.

-My ex-girlfriend and now good friend had written a book of life advice. Knowing she wrote it, I spoke to her, and she answered through the pages. I felt a sudden chill of knowing and a measure of uneasiness. She told me to sell everything that I owned.

-An old lady who rode my bus. We got off at the same time. In the midst of mindless chitchat, I started discussing centaurs. She told me, "War is coming. Mars shines brighter than ever. And Pluto." I told her, "I am Pluto."

-The closest I've been to flying, I was on a Skyrim-esque adventure (what a beautiful, wonderful game), and I had jetpacks that shot me up into the air. I'd fall, then launch myself up again. Think Iron Man, but propulsion rather than energy.

-A wooden boat in an underground crypt, like the Phantom of the Opera. I knew it was preparation for something. Later, a Smith Agent reaches into my forehead. I left, and had a strange incident with a dog, which was tied to me, and a squirrel, which I tried to protect from the dog but ended up scratching me. A group of friends took a look at my wrist, rubbed my forehead and reassured me to not feel fear or anxiety.

-A group of schoolmates, who have no drug interest, all took magic mushrooms. They all described it as catapulting the mind into the universe. However, it was intuitively understood that the return to earth would have to be paid in blood.

-First lion dream, my friend had one chained. It ran back and forth, the length of its chain. I lay there. It would sniff me each pass, getting closer. Fear.

-Second lion dream. I'm sitting with a friend in a field, and I see a lion approach. I determine not to move or show any signs of fear, but I know I'm lying, the lion knows, my scent is palpable. He approaches, sniffs me as if to take a bite. Then, the dream shifts. Another friend tells me the lion was shot with a tranquilizer dart from a helicopter.

-In the dark of night, under an underpass in heavy snow, I stumble and fall as I walk with my brother's ex-girlfriend. My hand finds another warm hand buried in the snow, and I grasp it. Fear wakes me.

-An eagle perches on a totem pole, and lets down an ancient runed manuscript that reads: 'Human Yoga.' He transforms into a boy named Sam, though he wishes to remain anonymous and is only revealed by a group of passerbys.

-As I walk in the front door of my home at night, I see unfathomably massive lights in the sky, like great energy beams charging. They briefly grow in intensity (it looks like ancient letters with the Enlgish W, S and A) then fire. With a primal yell, I struggle to slam my front door shut due to the incredible shock wave that sweeps through. Low in the sky, a ship the size of a small city roars overhead.

-A very intelligent, conservative and large dragon was intent on consuming my family, friends and own person. We were in a castle by a forest of evil monkeys, and I was attempting to diplomatically see everyone out of this crisis.

-My brother and I were in an industrial, Spartan-like training complex where boys were trained into soldiers. We found a room with water and boxes. I opened one and pulled out this strange fleshly doll, abnormally proportion (large chest and arms, triangular but human). I dropped it into the water, and remember debating whether to pull it out. I knew it was right to, so I did. As I picked it up, it drew breath.

-I was playing a hunting game. I morphed into a werewolf, but then took to the skies as a pterodactyl.

-A dream of two blind men at different times. One passed me in a hall. The other, I scaled a wall, and he was scaling the opposite way. The guy looked rough, with strange eyes, oozing sores, and an expression of anguish.

-Three large snakes were moving in waves, all as one. There was one tiny white snake that I held in my hand.

-I had three bugs of different color which I noticed were imbedded in my forearm. They began to hurt, and I scratched at them to break free from their painful bite.

-I was driving with my friend in the city, when I noticed a bridge next to us begin to collapse. We were on a bridge, too, and it collapsed behind. As we entered, the buildings of the city began to be broken up and destroyed around us as we drove both forward and in reverse.

-I was missing several teeth. A woman I knew suggested I use various crystals and stones, but they were all too large to fit what was missing.