nightmare

A small dream, just to keep practising, otherwise I kinda abandon my DJ and I don't want to do that again. First, I was at home (not my real home). I opened the bathroom door and my cousin and another girl were there. My cousin is like twelve. They were both wearing towels and having a bitch contest. It was like a TV show, though, cause I remember thinking "my cousin plays her character well".

Then, I left the bathroom/stopped watching the TV show and went to my bedroom. While I was there, my mum entered the room and went to check the computer. She gasped and I went there to see why. She was seeing her profile on a social network site (it wasn't a real site... just something my mind made up), which should've been weird to me, since she hates social networks and refuses to be part of any, but in my dream I accepted it.

I read the message someone had sent to her and it was a threat, saying that if she didn't stop giving her students low grades (she's a Psychology professor), they'd kill her. And then there was a number, 101.

She turned to me and said "look, this profile has a friend in common with me." The friend in common was a student of hers and she said that he had told her that professors sometimes would get those messages, but to only take them seriously if the number was 181.

So she said we shouldn't worry, when some guys outside started washing the windows from the outside (which is fucking weird, but it was normal in my dream), but I saw the username of the guy on the window as the water fell on it. I poked my mum and as the guys cleaning the windows threw water on them, we saw lots of messages, saying "so this is where your kid sleeps, huh?" and "I'm always here. I'm everywhere." and "I'll kill you." It was super scary, and suddenly it got really dark, like it was night. My mum told me to turn on the lights and right when I touched the switch, I opened my eyes in real life (and it was bright because I slept with the window open).

It was creepy.

I was in a library with my cousin and a guy from the building where I used to live. We all kinda grew up together, although I kinda of drifted apart when I was about 13 or 14 (I'm 22 now and I've known the people in the building since I was around 8) while my cousin remained really close friends with all of them.

Anyway, I remember trying to look at the guy, but I couldn't see him clearly because I was not wearing my glasses. It looked like he was pointing something at me, so I jumped to the floor... right before he fired a gun at me. My cousin (who's really tall and pretty strong - the guy is also tall, but not strong - I'm a hobbit) tackled the guy, got up and he had this kind of stake on his hand, but it was bigger than a stake. Anyway, he hit the guy with it and then he sunk the stake on the floor, but also the guy's t-shirt, so that'd be stuck there.

I told my cousin that it'd have been better to have stabbed the dude than his t-shirt, but my cousin looked super sad about having to beat the guy. Then, he told me that the guy was on drugs and that he even had put cocaine on his eyes. I told him he'd get blind because of that, my cousin got even sadder, so I told him that I didn't mean that.

The guy was still moving, so we decided to run. There were many stairs and I always jump down stairs in my dreams... so that's what I did. When I got to the last floor, it was a lobby and there was a bit of a line to get out through the revolving door. I saw a character from One Tree Hill sitting on the floor (I had a OTH marathon very recently), so I joined him. We were friends in my dream, so we left the building together.

He took me to this dining place, it was really cheap, but I think there was tasty food. I remember being happy with what we got. Then, we went to the mall and there were two more people with us. As we were walking, I made a wrong turn and ended up at a blank wall where I thought there was a corridor. I thought "oh, I always do this at this mall, damn!" I often have dreams where I'm at a mall, so maybe I'd been there before? I don't remember, but it's possible.

The four of us were walking around, having fun and laughing, then suddenly, the mall changed. It was still the same mall, but the stores had changed places and the corridors had also moved. I looked back to my friends and there was only one person there, he seemed confused too.

I looked around, looked back at him and said "This is a dream. But there's something wrong with it. Something is corrupting the dream." This friend of mine (I don't know him in real life and, from what I can remember of his face, which is very little, I think that he looked like me) was still freaking out, he wanted to know what was going on. He believed me that it was a dream, but he wanted to know why it had changed so abruptly.

Then, this other person showed up, I think it was a girl, but can't be sure... and I also think that she looked like me. She pointed at this wall where there was a curtain, she opened the curtain and there was a huge tv screen on the wall. I couldn't see clearly what was there, but it was paused and the screen was blue. There was stuff written there, but I couldn't read it, I was too far from it. Anyway, this girl said "There. You have to watch this. The dream changed because he wanted to give you this message." and then I woke up.

It was VERY creepy and I woke up with my heart beating super fast.

Two goats pulling a cart break free & rush at me & Mum in the front garden. She tries to close the gate and get the cats in, I wait until she's past the porch door & shut it just in time as goat rushes & butts into the door.

Think that I'm in Wales in a camper van or caravan with living with some guys & girls, some of which I recognised from when I lived out there. General theme was a rave/outdoor festival being organised. Someone I knew from my hometown where I live now was involved in the plans. And I remember him saying he'd been to the council & got permission & had a poster with some potential acts listed. Money seemed to be a theme too & someone I knew was also trying to get a cheque card from the bank but struggling to.
At one point I was in bed with three girls, one I recognised from the past and another who layed on me saying 'tell me all about it', but I didn't know what to say!
The dream then got really dark & it was like I watching a horror film where this guy finds his family hung in the attic (this was around the time that I first saw the film 'Sinister' so anyone who's seen it will understand!).

I've been very slack on here lately but am going to try to catch up on some dream journal entries that I've been logging into my phone with the intention of writing here.
I unfortunately haven't recorded the dates of these dreams but am just going to type them up in the order they appear in my phone.

Bristol/Jaguar dream

At a friends in Bristol (despite never having been there but having friends there!), playing with a dog in the garden a Jaguar appears, I run next door and lock out this Jaguar from the garden. Suddenly I'm in house and there's this mad bitch we can see through the window, she's going from house to house trying to smash in people's doors with a spade. She comes to the house I'm in with an accomplice. I call the police to tell them and they just hangup! Then I open the door to confront them, they try to cut my hand with a sickle but it's blunt but I vividly feel it going over the top of my hand. I wake myself up screaming 'Get Away!'.

Girl on phone: "Fatal!"
"Wait", Grab her arm.

Don't break my arms.

Non-lucid
Lucid
I'm traveling with a woman, her eight year old son and a research intern who also happens to be our translator. We're going into a third world country collecting stories on demon possession. When we arrive we don't believe any of it. It all feels like...we're just tourists instead of researchers.
Our translator/intern has gone ahead of us. We are both Caucasian women, he looks a little middle eastern. The house we approach is adobe style, all stark white stone. As we mount the stairs we see the women of the house gesturing to something on the floor. I can see a vague red mark, they have covered it in sand. They say that after their daughter read the inscription she began to act strangely. They warn us not to look at it too closely. The intern crouches next to the mark. An unnatural wind violently sweeps the sand away and up into his eyes. Startled and hurt, he bends over the mark, and has no choice but to look at it.
He covers his eyes and stands up, assuring us he is alright.

There's a lapse.
When I come to, the house is dark. The intern has stolen the boy and has tortured his mother into madness. My vision is grainy, black and white. I have some trouble moving, but the choice is mine. Dream story-line says that I stay where I am until he comes to threaten me. I'm laying on the floor a few paces from my friend. The intern slithers up next to her and hisses something into her ear. She gives a whimpering little scream and, satisfied, he crawls away.
I claw my way to my friend's side and huddle next to her. Lucidity saves me from being truly frightened. I'm on the edge of a screaming madness, I try to comfort the woman by taking her hand, when my fingers curl around hers, her head lolls toward mine and I only just keep myself from recoiling violently. Her head is...all, wide open mouth with tiny round eyes. The image scares the hell out of me. She keeps making noises somewhere between sobbing, laughing, and screaming. I remind myself it's just a dream, over and over. This litany is the only thing that keeps me from going over the edge. I tighten my grip on her hand and whisper to her until her visage becomes somewhat more normal.

There's a lapse and I've risen to another layer of sleep that is slightly less terrifying. I am crouched with my friend underneath the porch. We can see a small, hairless, emaciated child looking at us from a few feet away. I urge her to move more quickly. It follows us.
"Shit, the creepy child is following us..." I mutter.

I rise to another layer of sleep that is more confusing than scary. It turns out that everything that just happened to me is a play put on by a boy who looks remarkably like a brown haired version of Chucky from the Rugrats (o.O Holy crap I haven't thought of that cartoon in a long time), I see his picture on the wall.
I'm standing on a darkened stage, there's a bright red curtain and a spotlight trained on the center. I'm so glad it isn't real.

It started with a false awaking. I opened my eyes and it seemed to be around 6am judging from the light coming in through the window and how it is when I wake up. Then out of nowhere a man walks in it. He had a light brown trench coat and that hat you usually see when people where trench coats in spy movies. I couldn't see his face as it was just a hazy black entity. At this point I still thought it was real life and someone just broke in. He had a combat knife in his hand and was made his way towards me. I don't know why, but I just didn't feel like moving at all since I felt tired as anyone does when they wake up. Then he took the knife and stab the end of my leg near the foot (idk why but it felt like it was just testing something.) and all i felt was pressure. That is when I knew it was dreaming and it became lucid. In my head I was like (oh this mother f**** is in for a world of hurt.) That is when it went crazy and it took the form of a beast. It was had no trench coat on or anything anymore and it was just a black hazy entity with one red glowing eye. It stared at me and my head felt like it was going to explode. I never experienced pain in a lucid or any kind of dream before. That it when I started trying to explode it with flames and other things, but it wouldn't give. It had more control and power then I did. That is when the craziest thing happened. I lost all control over my body, but still had the exploding head pain.( which felt like it was going to make me cry.) And i started putting my hands up in the air and swinging side to side in a 180 degree turns. I was hitting my sleeping brother which shares a bed with me. I felt his hair so realistically. He didn't move or anything. Then shortly after, while still doing the waving thing, I started spouting these random lines, but the only thing I could interpret was "God." Then a pure white dyed light shined in from above and started to burn the demon looking thing. It then started screeching extremely loud. It soon vanished and I got control over my body again. After a minute the dream changed into me teaching my little cousin how to swim in my newly opened pool.(After I woke up I had the biggest headache of my life for like 2hours.)

*The thing that freaked me out and makes me feel worry*
1.) that I felt pain in the dream and even after I woke up.
2.) The red eye is the same one I get when I get power hungry in a lucid dream and go crazy with power killing all the DCs.
3.) After I lost control that weird chanting and the white light.(I am not super religious, but I am Christian.)


Can anyone explain this to me. FYI, I am 16 and I been having lucid dreams since I was 5.

Ok, this was one if those dreams that happen about college years after one is out of college.

In this dream I was three courses short of finishing my Masters degrees, so I signed up for three courses that would allow me to finish. The administration sent my father a letter that one of the courses was full, and suggestion that I take a course in Choreography with the same professor as one of my other courses instead. In my dream my father agreed to this without consulting me.

Meanwhile I was aware of having a leasurely schedule, so I went to have breakfast with a couple of professors I was friends with in this dream (unknown in real life), the breakfast was more like a huge dinner actually. I also needed to drop of my kids for the day, in my dream they needed to be taking medicines, but they had large rashes on their faces, which was due to allergy to these medicines, but in my dream that was ok for some reason.

So after I had the large meal and dropped off the kids for the day, I was ready to get to my first class, and I realized that I was so late that I would arrive just as the class was ending! And so I did. The professor was not happy with me for having missed her first class - it was some sort of dance class. She told me something like, I will see you in my Choreography class then, and that's how I first realized that I had the change of schedule. I asked, "But will that course be appropriate for me to finish my degree?" She said "I don't know. You need to check with the administration with whoever you have been working with on establishing that you get all you need to get the degree." I realized that I had not been working with any ody in administration, and this was a problem which might prevent me from graduating. I just knew that this Choreography course would not do to meet my requirement, so my feeling of contentment at being able to graduate this semester had turned into full out dread by the end of this dream.

5/25/13

1. After I am mugged , me, a family friend, my mother, and a guy I do not know wake up. Each of us is in a different location. I am near the man, who is on the floor naked for some reason. Each of us cannot remember much, and we slowly find each other. We begin ranting about May 15. We discover that all of us are talking about the same thing. We go back to my house, and we find a nest of bees. The man does a search and identifies them as bees with hallucinogenic stingers. We conclude that after I was mugged, we went to an event involving May 15. There, we were stung by the bees, tripped out, and forgot everything. It is night, and we are in my house avoiding the bees. I actually go to them and aggravate three of them into stinging me. I do this to have more hallucinations. We sit there and wait until morning and until the high wears off. Then, we call animal control and they confirm this hive of hallucinogenic bees as the last on Earth. They drive away with the intention of safely mating the bees and re-introducing them to the wild. After it is all over and the others leave, I consider doing a reality check because of the situations bizarreness. I do, but it isn't working. I complain to my mother about it.

"It's okay; I'm sure you'll be able to figure out this is a dream all by yourself," she said. Satisfied by not allowing my lucidity, she bears a sinister grin. I force my eyes open to wake up.

I was reading a book (Sepulchre by Kate Mosse), and at 6:30pm my eyes started closing and it became a large effort to keep them open, so I decided to have a nap. I awoke at 8:25pm when my sister brought my laptop to my bedroom for me. I remember my dream immediately; thought it was a very detailed dream with multiple attempts at my life, but I remember 1uite a bit. And since my sister had woke me up with my laptop, I decided it would be good to write it here.

In the dream, instead of moving into the house that myself and my university friends are living in next year, we bought a caravan and decided to travel through America (I myself have been once to America and LOVED it there, and would love to live there). We had planned to stay in multiple motels, and some houses too along the way. While traveling, I recall in the beginning having trouble to recline my seat to sleep. At this point I turned around to realize that there were 9 seats, but only 5 people. I thought it strange to buy one so large on a students budget, but I didn't realize I was dreaming.

It was also strange that the counted 5 people, as I can picture the scene now in my head and I can count 7 (which is the actual amount of people I am living with). I can't even really remember where people were sitting or anyone specifically, except I remember looking over to see Blake driving. I also remember saying that I wish I could pass my driving test so that I could help with the driving. We arrived at the first house we were staying at soon after. I was laying in a bed, and for some reason the were many people I didn't know there, but I acted like I did know them. One just appeared in my room and I was like DAMN YOU JUST APPEARED OUT OF NOWHERE.

I think it was at this point that I woke up withing the dream, lying in my bed, believing myself awake. I was relieved, since obviously dreams feel real when you are in them, and I was pleased that me and my friends had not abandoned university to go travelling. I then 'went back to sleep' to the same dream.

This time, we were in a motel. It was a complicated path to my room from the lobby including many bouncers. While I was there I noticed many American men looking at me, flirting and making small talk. I commented to my friend "why do american guys like me so much". Their communications began to get more aggressive and scary towards me. The me trying to kill me were even getting past the bouncers, I remember being concerned about that. The dream contained a lot of things happening around this point which I forget the details of. In one of the more violent confrontations I had, I lost my phone. I was a lot more afraid of this than the confrontation. I cried at my friend, telling her I had lost my phone, although in the dream I had 2 phones; a blackberry (which is what I have in real life) and i think a samsung galaxy mini (which my sister has). It was the samsung that was lost.

Anyway, in the dream conclusion, I was in the motels large bathroom. A man that had been chasing me for a while was in the stalls, and emerged with a sinister smile on his fact. He was holding what looked like a long hollow metal tube with a point at one end. I pulled out my blackberry quickly to dial 999. In real life, I am having phone troubles due to my trackpad freezing. This happened momentarily, but I was soon able to punch in the number. I then realized since I was in america, 911 would be more appropriate so I called that instead. The operator spoke and I told her repeatedly that "I'm in a motel in California; please, he's killing me." (obviously only the 'he's killing me' part after he had stabbed me) but I could not remember the name or specific location. I was irritated because I had felt that the information was on the tip of my mind, but I could quite reach it.
Since I was an English tourist, the man had not expected me to dial 911, so her came towards me angrily when he realized. He stabbed me with the pole many times. Enough to kill someone, but for some reason, either I died and came back to life, or I did not die.

I'm not sure if I just appeared home after that, or some other stuff happened and I got home, but somehow I did. My sister was there when I arrived, and she said "A man called me off your phone. He told me he was stabbing you in the face."

So that's it. I never have scary dreams so this is rare for me. Wonder if it means anything! Seriously, can't beleive I didn't become lucid, especially after that little "dream awakening" I had.

I dream that I'm watching a very scary horror movie with my friends - the kind with one of those creepy little girls with black hair - she looks like she's crying then turns around and springs an attack at super speed in this foggy forest like the on from the slender games.

Later the same night I dream that I'm now in that same forest searching for my phone on a long, wide dirt road. It is night time and there is little to no visibility but I continue looking. I find it eventually and unlock it to try to figure out the time. It unlocked straight to the camera where there was a video taken of the little girl from earlier like I saw her in the movie except on my phone . I noticed that she was wearing a phantom of the opera mask that was partially red. Gripping my phone in my left hand I run back along the path not wanting to spend another moment in this empty, scary place. As I ran fog began to roll in so I broke out into a sprint. Usually a dream sign of mine is when I'm trying to run as fast as I can but can't because something holds me back, like I know I can run faster than I am but I don't accelerate after 'telling' my legs to move faster. - Most of the time this would tip me off to the fact that I'm dreaming but this time it didn't - I heard the voices of my friends calling out to me at the edge of the forest so I followed their voices and found out that they'd been searching for me. happy to see me and me them, we walked along a now lit path away from the wooded section of the forest. As we walked a black van playing the song 'Women' by wolfmother drove past us then I awoke.

The second of two LDs from the morning of 05/18/2013. This was a big, big dream, and this dream and I did not always get along. This was my first serious attempt at meeting NewArtemis for a dream sharing attempt.

I also got into a big fight with a powerful DC that escalated into a me against the world situation. I could have handled this a lot better. My self-control wasn't what it should be... but it was still kinda awesome.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #96: Clash at the Alamo

I'm Marty McFly from Back to the Future, driving my DeLorean on a set of rails that stand hundreds of feet over a bay. The DeLorean starts to shake as it picks up speed and before I can make a time jump, the rails end and the car goes plummeting toward the sparkling water.

I brace for impact and the DeLorean flies to pieces as it strikes the bay. Miraculously, I'm unharmed, and I thrash about for something to hold on to so that I can get my bearings and figure out what to do. One long, fin-like piece of metal from the car bobs to the surface and I grab onto it. The moment that I do, an unseen engine roars to life and takes off like a jet ski.

As I'm racing across the bay, I realize that this has to be a dream. After riding for a moment, I'm perhaps a hundred feet from shore. I leap off the impromptu "jet ski" and fly the remaining distance, landing in a stone plaza that stands at the water's edge.

I remember that I'm planning to meet NewArtemis at the Alamo for a shared dreaming experiment. I turn toward the water, raise my hands up in the air, and make an announcement to all of the DCs. Most of the passerby stop and turn to look at me. "The Alamo is right behind me! That's right -- Alamo right behind me!" I imagine it in detail, rebuilding my mental map, forgetting and scrubbing out the buildings that were there before and replacing it with my image of everything that I remember about the Alamo. I continue this until I can think of nothing of what's behind me except for this image of the Alamo.



I turn around, expecting to see the Alamo... and there it is! The stone's a little darker and the construction looks a little too new to be quite right, but it's more than close enough of a lookalike for me. I walk around past the front entrance to a courtyard. The geography is different in this dream from that of the real Alamo, and I come to a stone wall with a little alcove and a bench. There's a woman sitting on the bench and we look at each other immediately.

She gets up and approaches me right away. She doesn't look like NewArtemis' DC has in the past, but I'm not sure of anything yet. She speaks first: "I'm here to meet someone. How about you?"

"So am I," I say, studying her. She's roughly the same height as Art's DC but her skin is paler, her hair curlier, her build heavier, and her face is different -- broader, different nose, different shape... just different. "But you're not her, are you? I don't think you're [NewArtemis]."

She smiles noncommitally, but I continue. "That's okay," I continue. "Let's still do the passphrases and gestures." I speak my chosen word to the DC and perform my chosen gesture. She doesn't bother speaking a passphrase in return but she does perform a gesture. (These have been reported to a 3rd party who is not NewArtemis just in case she's able to guess them.)

"Well, I need to go!" the woman says. She walks out of the alcove and passes me. As she goes, she becomes a much older lady, blonde, mid-50s. She grows to an enormous height, probably close to 8 feet tall. She's wearing shorts and I see that her legs are covered with a crisscrossing patchwork of scars.

I contemplate following, but I'm distracted by a man who's sitting at the top of a stone wall nearby, staring at me with a malicious grin on his face. He's in his late 30s with close-cropped reddish-blonde hair. The guy keeps staring at me with that joyless grin and I know that he's looking for trouble with me. I want no part of it, so I turn and walk away.



He hops down from the wall and grips my right forearm with his right hand, twisting my arm around so that my hand is near my head. I try to pull my arm out of his grip but when I yank, it doesn't budge. He laughs, shaking his head as if he can't believe that I would bother trying to defy him. "You're never leaving here," he says. "I mean it. You are never leaving here." I yank my arm again but I feel as weak as a kitten.

I know I have to turn this around fast. I grab him by the back of the head with my left hand and begin to imagine my adversary as frail and lethargic. "You're so weak and tired," I tell him, trying to sound compassionate, even though I'm boiling with rage. "There's just no strength left in you at all." And I gently move to lay him down on a nearby table. I think of him as totally weak and barely able to move. His grip slips from my arm and he flops backward onto the table.

"And small," I say, pressing on his head with one hand and his feet with the other. He begins to shrink. His hair has turned jet black now, and his eyes close. I squeeze him together, thinking of him as so tiny, and soon he shrinks to the size of a child, then to the size of a baby, then disappears into his clothes entirely. My self-control cracks and I ball up his clothes, throw the bundle on the ground, and give it a vicious stomp. I wonder for a moment whether I've gone too far and hope for a moment that the bundle was empty. I walk through a nearby archway, not sticking around to find out more.

I emerge in a cafeteria. A table of 6 or 7 teenagers immediately looks up from their meals at me. "It's him," one of them says, and they all get to their feet and come after me. I fly through a nearby doorway and emerge in a large, empty room with a skylight. I fly up to the skylight, intending to phase through it, but something seems to restrain me from getting high enough. I run through a doorway into a drugstore that dead-ends in a frosted glass window. I vault toward it, phasing through onto a street scene.

There are police everywhere on the street. I know that they're looking for me. There are strange little ball-shaped hoverbots scanning the streets with cameras, also trying to track me down. I sprint up to one and kick it against a nearby wall. With a pop, it breaks into two smoking, fizzling halves.

Everything seems to be happening too fast for me to control. I run down the street, looking for some way out of this fear. I want to buy time to calm down, so I phase through the door of a nearby house. Cops are turning the place over while the family, a husband and wife and their little girl of about 8 are glued to the TV. One cop notices me as I walk in, but I swoop in on him, grab him from behind, and choke him unconscious. The other two cops don't seem to notice any of this, and the little family stares obliviously into their TV sets.

I watch the TV for a moment. It's some sort of political propaganda which claims that the moral code of their "great society" is built upon a foundation of classic arcade games like Centipede, Pac-Man, and Donkey Kong. I'm torn -- on one hand, I find top-down, statist morality codes repugnant. On the other hand, I sure do love classic arcade games.

I phase out through the back of the house into the yard. The cops yell at me as I pass and I hear them calling for backup. The back yard is peaceful for a moment before the wail of what sounds like an air raid siren fills the air. I look up at the sky, feeling helpless, trying to find peace for a moment. But all I can think is They're coming for me. The dream ends...

Well, it started out fairly normal, but I can't remember that part very well. I remember being tweeted by someone important, but it was like a pin, and not even on my phone xD But eventually, my family and I were going to this restaurant. When we were walking in, everyone was staring at us and making rude comments about me. My family seemed totally oblivious to this fact, and continued on. We got to a table, and there was only enough chairs for three people, and I didn't have one. Everyone was still making fun of me, so I ran out of the restaurant crying, and went into the car. I was sitting there for a while crying before my dad came out. I had my window open, and he was talking to me. Meanwhile, I was looking at posters on the wall in front of the car. There was some weird comic strip that was creepy and demonic, it scared me, but I told myself it wasn't real, and continued looking at it. then there was a picture of a bunch of dead people behind a curtain, and on a picture next to it, there was no one there, and under both pictures it said "Was this HI?" I don't know why, but that kinda scared me, too. So, once again I told myself it wasn't real, and it changed. This time, it had a picture of a man wearing a light greenish-brown trench coat, and said "Have you seen this man?" and went on to say how he was a serial killer. I looked over at my dad, and the man was walking up behind him, I yelled "Dad" trying to make him turn around, but not in time. The man came up behind him and stabbed him in the back, and left, so i was in the car, with my dad dead, leaning against it. I was horrified, and told myself that it wasn't real. I could have undid that, and had my dad back alive, but I couldn't shake the feeling of shock and horror that I was feeling so I kept saying to myself "I have to wake up. I have to wake up." eventually I saw my room, but I knew it was a false awakening (idk how i knew, I just always seem to know xD) So, I closed my eyes as if i were trying to go back to sleep, and when everything went black, i woke up for real.

and once again this was one of those dreams that I've had before (minus the random part at the beginning) ...whatever goes on in my head, I don't know.

Didn't really care much for using self-hypnosis for lucid dreaming and just wanted to have the sleep where you sleep through until the next morning.

17.05.2013

Sex with Teal Scott [DILD] (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Okay, can't really remember much, but I'll try.

The dream, at least from what I recalled, was already occurring, it's just that the non-lucid state was so hard to remember until this point. I feel I was lucid at the time, seeing as how it was similar to me doing self-hypnosis sessions to go from waking to dreaming state quickly.

So the dream starts out with me and a female that looks exactly like Teal Scott on YouTube (The Spiritual Catalyst). My memories of how she would talk, and her overall personality, and her positive demeanor that she naturally shows (or maybe it's just me wanting to believe that), combined with her being half-naked in front of me...it's just hard to describe my emotions at the time.

Damn it, I need to work on my descriptions more.


I don't know why two spoiler's are showing up, but whatever, too lazy to edit this.

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Her hair is very detailed, with individual strands coming off to the left side of her forehead, and her lipstick was either black or a very dark pink color. It was hard to tell since there was more focus on me having sex with her. I couldn't tell if it was vaginal or anal, but whatever the case, I find myself shifting between two people once more. I'm not sure if there's another clone of me, but it feels like I'm filming this sex scene with her and my doppelganger.

It feels like I'm blackmailing her for the majority of the dream, but I found she doesn't really care anymore and ends up smiling. She was on top of me, and I was lying down on the bed, gripping my hands on her love handles, and she has her back facing me. She was probably wearing red lingerie seeing how they were on the right side of the bed.

The bed itself was fairly dull in color, like a muddy brown color, and was probably laid out like that so that I would focus my attentions towards Teal Scott. She has her shirt lifted up, but not taken off, just enough to fit and wrap around on top of her breasts about 3-4 inches. She's really enjoying what's happening, and I find the more she looks at the camera, the more she starts smiling.


She's confused with her own sexual expressions and trying not to laugh at the camrea

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(hopefully she wasn't laughing at what I did to her ;____; ), and even though we didn't reach climax, I could still remember how intense things were. I decided to shift back to being a spectator that's filming this, and I take an electronic device and told Teal Scott that we'll be taking a picture of her as well.


She mounts herself off of me, and she quickly pull down her red shirt, and it ends up being a red netted shirt with the neck region and some of the shoulder region being regular fabric. I don't know why she wanted to cover herself, especially since all of this was going to be filmed in any case.


And when I saw her in the netted shirt, it made me focus more on any colors different from her overall skin colors, and her brown nipples became eye-candy for me. I gazed at her breasts for a bit, and I'm sure there's more that I did to her,

but that's all that I remember.

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17.05.2013

Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall....and a Demon (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm looking at a mirror in a random room that seems to be there for me to focus more on the mirror. The room itself had bland and dull colors of crimison red and burned red (I'm horrible with color naming, sorry).

I could feel that looking into this mirror would turn into something random and potentially bad. I didn't bother looking at myself, just at the mirror in an angle where I couldn't see myself. I see a sinister face show up, and I start getting jumpy. I shift my focus to a random point in the room, and then turned back to the mirror, having a longer gaze than before.

I do this once more, and then focused on the mirror until the face of a demon shows up, and I can't remember what happened next.

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17.05.2013

Chubby Anal Sex (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

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I had anal sex with a dream character that was chubby. The most awkward penetrative dream sex so far. It was like a mix between realism and cartoon effects.

The room was similar to the ones I had with the dreams above me, which is kind of weird. But whatever.

My penis wasn't really working that well, and I had to ignore the person's face so I wouldn't get turned off. I think that was the major conflict her, her visage.

Eh.