non-lucid

I was at school. A pair of boys were sitting around holding large Scrantons. (You know those insidious things the school system creates with millions of tedious bubbles that you must fill in with a number 2 pencil.) Anyways, they were talking, something about a pilot's test and passing/failing it.
I was in my math class, the last class I have before the end of the day. I began walking out of the school, but my route was rather weird, and I ended up going out through the gymnasium.
While I was walking through there, I encountered this overweight boy. He was acting like he wanted to fight me. I told him that I didn't want to fight (out of character for me!)

I was re-watching the footage from a presidential inauguration when I realized there were female gunmen wearing black shirts and these big sunglasses scattered through the crowd. Somebody was explaining to me that it was a good thing they never attacked.

I was in this baseball stadium, with my mother. We were the only two there. It was nighttime, and a beautiful clear night. There were these fireworks going off in the sky, but they were silent, and seemed to be very high up. They were actually some weird kind of space fireworks.
From there I turned into what felt like some kind of ball of energy and got transported to the moon. From there, I got a brief view of earth from the moon.
I got transported again to this beautiful remote portion of the earth that had large grass covered mountains over ocean. There were rock faces exposed on the mountains. A DC began explaining to me that the mountains were once part of an ancient forest. I walked up to a rocky outcropping and broke off a piece, realizing it was actually thousand year old wood.
The forest converted to a laboratory type area. The dream character continued by saying they were trying to revive some of the unique species of plants and even animals. The lab was full of these strange grasses and bushes growing in rows on the tables. (Sounds like a drug hideout, I know.)
They had revived these two cat-like creatures that had used to live in said ancient forest. I got to watch them do a short mating ritual. The dream character explained that it was a good thing they were mating, for it meant they could one day repopulate the forest.

I was with some family. My parents, as well as my aunt, uncle and cousins. We were racing through the airport, trying to get to... gate B25 I think it was. We ran down a long aisle in a big rush before eventually reaching it.
Once we got there, we discovered that we actually had a long waiting period until the plane actually arrived. Some members of our group complained that they were hungry. So I and my aunt got out a portable stove top and began preparing a pot of noodles for the group. I did notice that whatever airport we were at was lacking rows of fast-food restaurants built into the walls.

Church wierdness
I'm at home; Frank is at the computer, watching a video stream from my church. The volume is almost all the way down, but the audio is only slightly too quiet. He clicks half way up on the volume bar before I can stop him. I know that this will make it WAY too loud; it does, but it does it by raising the volume at the church. On the stream, I can clearly see everyone looking around with surprise as the speakers get so loud they distort. I quickly click it back down to where it's supposed to be.

Now I'm walking on the path that runs around the sanctuary. A group of older teen girls is waiting near one of the windows. I can hear one of the guys inside. It's a serious topic, but he's trying to ad levity to it. At the prearranged time, the girls go to the window and start making "ghost sounds." It's pretty obvious to everyone inside, and they laugh. The speaker says something about trying to fix the audio, again to much amusement. Eventually he "fixes" it and the girls stop.

Now I see a bunch of large cooking pots near the front, one of which has a burner built into its base. Something is wrong, and flames are licking around the side. Linda sees it and heads over with a giant cloth napkin. I think she's going to try to smother the fire, but instead she drapes it over the whole thing. I don't think this is going to work - the fire will eat through it in a couple of seconds - but she realizes this too. She quickly bear-hugs the whole thing and carries it over near the door.

Now there's a whole pile of large pots and pans near the door, many with fire seeping out of them in one place or another. She's trying to figure out the best way to deal with them. I'm standing nearby, trying to figure out if I can help, but not being able to bring myself to. I tell myself it's because I don't want to get in her way, but really it's because I don't want to get hurt.

Now I'm outside. My wife and I are talking to another couple. The woman is remarried after her husband divorced her. My wife makes a heated comment that she doesn't trust the woman's x-husband. I have to think for a moment to remember who it is, but when I do remember I nod my agreement.


Taking the train
I'm with my oldest daughter in the car, driving to the subway station. I have some kind of thought about rerouting the major roads to be more direct, but when I picture it on a map, I realize it won't work. We're waiting at a light inside a steel and concrete structure. The ground is a steel mesh. My daughter is excited because it looks neat, but I'm not because it's hard to drive on the stuff (you have to pay a lot of attention to make sure you keep going straight). Up ahead, the passage turns 90 degrees to the left.

Now we're on foot in a hallway, waiting for the train platform to open (a physical gate is blocking the way). There are a couple dozen people ahead of us. I'm telling her that we'll need to hurry if we want to get a good seat on the train. I realize that, since we have to wait to get onto the platform, this is clearly the beginning of the rail line, so they should park the train here for a while, meaning we should have an easier time getting good seats.

Now the gates are opening. They're sliding straight into the walls, multiple segments going different directions. It's actually a really ycool effect.

Now we're walking on the platform. I don't see a waiting train, though I do see a bunch of trains nearby at the train yard. The platform is C shaped, wrapping around two different tracks. I don't know which track we need, so I look for signs. Walking on one arm of the C, I see machines that look like coin operated newspaper dispensers, one of which has the line's name. This isn't the one we need, so we walk to the other arm of the C. The sign there shows our line.

Now the train is here, and I'm boarding; except my daughter isn't here any more, it's my coworker Scott K.

Now we're on board. I'd been planning on taking the first row, since that's what my pastor had advised; but going in, the first row doesn't look that special, and something actually turns me away from it. The last row is pretty special, though, wrapping around from one side of the car, along the back, to the other side. It even looks extra padded, in black as opposed to the gray of the rest of the seats. It's clearly popular, since a bunch of people head straight for it. A couple of people head for the first row, too, so we end up taking the fourth or fifth row. We're close to the middle of the car - there are fewer than a dozen rows.

Now we're on our way. Nearby, a group of coworkers is talking. D?? is saying something about thirteen being unlucky. I turn and say that sometimes thirteen is considered to be the luckiest number. The other guys seem a bit skeptical, but D?? laughs at the idea, saying that anyone who thinks that thirteen can ever be lucky is in for a world of hurt.


The new van
Frank is driving the rest of us somewhere. At the bottom of a hill, he has to pull off the road for some reason. The rest of us get out as well. We were in his car, an older-style red SUV. A sedan comes down the hill, slows, and continues off the road straight for us. It stops at the last moment, coming within inches of driving over my oldest daughter's foot. The driver - a woman - gets out and asks Frank for some kind of assistance. Something seems a little fishy, so Frank and I try carefully to find out more about her. In the end, we figure out the car was stolen from one of the houses on the hill. We get the owners of that house to come out and check, and the husband quickly recognizes his car. He runs a car dealership, so he knows things most people don't, and he's able to recognize his car's VIN. His wife comes up to me with tears in her eyes and gives me a big hug. I hug back, though it feels a little weird; I know she's doing it partly out of gratitude, partly out of shock from having her car stolen. Eventually, she breaks off the hug. She doesn't fully break contact, so I keep a hand on her shoulder as well.

Now I see Frank driving down the hill in a new vehicle. It's a van, courtesy of the dealership owner. It's not much to look at, being rather blocky, but it's large, so it should fit my family nicely.

Now I'm walking around inside the van. I'm amazed at how well everything is packed in here - I see a bathroom and at least four bedrooms, plus a kitchen and living area. I walk into the master suite and see that it's a number of rooms all in a row. The first room is a bathroom of sorts, with a sink, mirror, hair dryer, tiny wall-mounted coffee maker (I hope this isn't the only coffee maker in here), coat rack, and other odds and ends (but no toilet). Passing through there I come into the master bedroom proper. Past it I see a room with the toilet. I walk back out of the suite to the "hub" where all the rooms come together.

Back at the hub, I chose a different path. Now I'm in a room with two bath/shower combos side-by-side. I wish they'd put them in separate rooms with doors, but I know they were under severe space restraints, so I understand. I take a closer look at the left-hand shower. The curtain is clear, which I find odd in this kind of shared setup. Inside, it's deeper than a usual bath, going back about 5 feet. It's got some steps leading down into it. I assume there's a place inside to take off your clothes once you're in the shower (and somewhere to keep them dry), but it's not obvious from where I'm standing. There's a nice large shower-head on the wall, controlled by a normal looking shower knob. There's also a sprayer (controlled by its own knob), though it doesn't look very nice - it looks exactly like what you'd find on a kitchen sink. As I'm looking at it, I realize that water is coming out of it. It's not a torrent, but it's more than a drip. I pick it up and fiddle with it and its knob, trying to get the leak to stop, but I can't manage any improvement. I put it back down, resolving to deal with it later. I notice a funny construction on the front of the main knob and fiddle with it, causing it to shoot out a stream of soap. I'm impressed. Now I'm looking at the other shower. It's identical to the first, even including a leaking sprayer.


Arriving at the nurserey
I'm pulling into the small nursery near our house. It's not a very nice driveway - it comes off the street at an angle, going downhill, with a small parking lot to the right. I turn left off the road, swing down the driveway, then look for a parking space. The only space available is right next to the driveway, so I try to pull a tight U-turn to get into the space. I manage to avoid hitting the car next to me, but I run into a little warning flag right at the edge of the parking lot, knocking the flag off of its pole. Now I'm getting the kids out of the car. It's now a church, and some of the ladies have come out to help me. My wife wasn't able to join me today, and this is the first time I've been to this church, so I'm feeling very awkward.


Fragments
I'm sitting at a table with another man. He asks me who I work for, and I run through my usual story about where I physically work, then about how I was hired by a company that was bought out by my current company. After I finish, he starts to make me an offer. Now there's something going on in a convention center. I see some security people talking about preparations.

The dream wasn't as exiting as the first one, but either way...


[NOT LUCID]
Started the dream as JC Dention from the game Deus Ex, began walking down this hallway when I'm confronted by a few black "spies"(From spy vs. spy cartoons) holding yellow paint cans, I kill them with my pistol and grab one of their paint cans. I realized that as long as I held the can, they wouldn't bother coming after me so I held it and moved on. End of the hallway(Another about 20 steps) and it splits like a T and I choose to go right. I see some other guys holding a black can doing the same as the guys from the beginning and just let them do their own thing. At the end of the T is a door so I go through and it's a public bathroom. I keep going through more attached doors and stop and say to myself after taking a good look around, "I'm lucid dreaming." After I say that to keep the idea in my mind a few more seconds, I do a finger through palm RC(fail) and then a nose plug RC(Success).

[LUCID]
I went through the last door and found myself on the opposite side of where I entered in the beginning, but it all changed. The workers had almost finished and there were a few extra hallways(I figured out that my subconscious has a sense of time and progress too ) I turned right on the first new hallway I seen and watched as it was all finished, usually decorated with greyish black and a yellow line spanning the middle of each hallway. At the end, I reached a form of a library. I tried out a few different things such as a 1 fingered table grab(Slipped off lol), what electronics/videos looked like(Took special care not to give them TOO much attention as I've heard they don't really help staying asleep and lucid, and other stuff such as that.

So yeah, my second lucid. I'm pretty proud and I think I'll come up with an LD list of goals to try in my future ones

EDIT: Comments are appreciative as well as constructive criticism and tips/ideas for future LD's

I'm totally new here. I suffer from a chronic pervasive sleep disorder. Too long of a story for here and now and this place. In any case , yesterday, I finally screamed in my bathroom at the sink. "Why is this house drowning me in negative energy no matter how much I try". i should have known better than to speak it. that night, i dreamed 3 men outside with guns. They are threatening harm, rape, and death. I feel helpless. It was so real I wasn't aware I was dreaming because typically My dreams become lucid as soon as I have passive triggers mostly unrealistic dream events pretty much 3-4 times a week i become conscience. I often then become a passive participant and even kick a** in any way I Please or just enjoy making things up as I go along. i even like to just stay assive and let the dream unfold while I'm completely aware I'm dreaming.

By no means would these intruders on my property in this dream had any power had I become lucid. I would have been a bad B with a samurai sword (in my dream of course) chopping these guys up flying all over the place. But noooo, I'm calling 911 with a woman who seems totally unconcerned and I'm begging away for help. She says help is on the way. Some time passes, banging on my door, more screaming outside. I'm frantically trying to figure out how to protect myself and my child while I wait for help. I dial 911 again pleading. The lady could care less and says she forgot to dispatch help. I wake somewhere in to be greatful I was dreaming.

I fall back to sleep and have this amazing lucid dream I didn't want to wake from where I spent the day with some lover I've never met. He loved me to my soul and I had no anxiety or stress just companionship. I can interpret the 2nd dream easy cake but the first one I still have trouble channeling and changing circumstances when my dreams are too realistic and negative. I'm trying techniques. Even in sleep paralysis. I can't control the circumstances. I left once when I knew it was safe but I was hoping to meet someone and it was just sunny and the streets were empty. I thought awww boring...just decided to go back to my room and lay on top of my sleeping body. Sounds strange to someone who hasn't experienced it but but I've done it many times since Ive been doing this for 20 years since i was 10. I'm just scared to leave the room.

Chinese restaurant
My parents are eating at a fairly nice Chinese restaurant. I tell them about my family's experience there. We went, but thing didn't go well with the kids. We were disappointed, since it was supposed to be a treat dor them. I realize that there's no way we would have bought them all dinner, since that would be a great deal of money, so we must have fed them at home, then brought them and gotten them an appetizer (probably some egg rolls). Later, we're driving by the restaurant where my parents are and see a sign that the main parking lot is full and pointing to the backup lot. I wonder if they're still in there. We're taking a short-cut through the parking lot, about to make a left turn at the end, crosssing the street into what looks like a neighborhood entrance.

Now I'm walking through the restaurant. There's one long table running the length with people sitting all along its length. As I'm walking along it, I reach my parents. Mom is working on a plate of egg roll cut into tiny pieces, with a dipping sauce on the side.


An unusual purchase
I'm surreptitiously trying to get twenty dollars to get ???. I manage to get my father-in-law to transfer the money to one of my online accounts. Now I'm on a commuter rail, coming up to my stop. If anyone has a stop, he has to push a button so the train will stop; otherwise it'll go straight past. I see the buttons for the stop before mine pop up; it has 2 arrows on it, pointing left and right. Someone else pushes it elsewhere in the car, and the train slows down for his stop. Now the info for my stop is up, but there's only one button. I wonder if maybe it's only on one side of the car, then I realize that the car has doors front and back and the front-most door isn't going to be available for use. I grab my stuff and head back to the rear door just as we get to the platform. The rear door opens, though the train isn't actually stopped, only slowed down. I jump out before the doors have a chance to close on me. I'm not actually positive I got the right stop, but I look across the platform and see another train with the name of the station printed on it (Tell? Tenn??). I got the right station.

Now I'm in a small kitchen area trying to pay for what I came to get. There's a price sheet on the counter; the stuff is in containers in the dish washer. I see coin slots cut into cheap plastic containers on the counter, each for a different item; but the one I need doesn't have a container. Some other people are making jests at my expense. Eventually I figure out / am told that, for the item I want, the guy sitting in the dining room needs to have the payment electronically transferred to him. I pull up the appropriate app on my phone, but I've never used it before and have no idea what to do. I try to catch his attention, but he's on a call. Eventually he's done and I talk to him before he can get back into his activity. He's amused by my ignorance and starts to work me through it. I ask if he has an account with ??? and he confirms that he does - that makes things easier on me, since I have an account there too. Now I'm typing in his name (oddly, there's a note that user names on this service must start with a vowel, which his does: E). Each of his products is sixteen (sixteen what? I don't know), and I need two, so I'm sending him thirty-two.

Now I'm sitting on an enclosed porch with my in-laws and wife. My father-in-law is saying that since I still have a dollar left I should ???. I don't know where he got that impression, since I planned beforehand how much I would need and used it all. The topic of conversation changes; now I'm looking at a plate with 2 fried eggs, one of which isn't fully cooked. I try to use my fork to scrape off the partially cooked white to the side of the plate.



Mosquito tent
I'm on a parking lot in a "camping area." Nearby, a company is setting up a gigantic mosquito free tent. Now I'm in the tent. A "hallway" runs along one edge of the tent to doors at each end. A door in the middle of this hallway leads into a perpendicular hallway that leads further into the tent. Immediately to the left of that hallway is a large sitting room. My wife is in there, working on her knitting. Further on in that hallway, and to the right in other rooms, they're spraying a very fine mist of mosquito repellent. My wife reminds me that I'm holding some papers (a notebook?) and that if I go into those rooms, the papers will get wet. I wonder about that - are they spraying that much of the mist? - but I try to think of somewhere I can leave the papers. Eventually I realize I can leave them in the sitting room that doesn't have the spray.

Now I'm ready to go further into the tent. My father-in-law is with me, and he says that he can't go any further because he has a very bad reaction to the chemical they're spraying. A guy walks past us wearing a "bunny suit" and I realize my FIL could wear one of those to protect him. Now we're walking around the inner areas of the tent. He's wearing a bunny suit, though he's not wearing the hood. We round a corner and see a room filled with people working at computer stations (also in bunny suits), and I realize we're looking at the tent's control room. I'd love to get a closer look, but I know we shouldn't be here, so we turn around and head the other way.

Now I'm in another corner of the tent with Peter. This area is some kind of shop. Another couple of people I don't know come in and get something; I look at what they get. My friend opens a box and pulls out some brightly colored chalky cubes; we realize too late they're not meant to be handled without protection, and that they can cause skin irritation. He puts them back, then wipes his fingers across the countertop, leaving behind yellow streaks. I spot a sink in the back corner of the room, and I advise him to wash his hands, but he isn't too bothered by the chalky stuff. He finds some kind of electronic component and we both look at it.

Now we want to leave. We're trying to figure out where we are in the tent and how to get back out. I have a general sense of where we walked, but no certain idea.


Fragments
I'm in the basement doing something; someone is with me. People come in upstairs and take control of some of the rooms. I debate about whether to grab a hammer and go up to try to help, but the other person in the basement with me convinces me not to. I really need to use the bathroom, but the bathroom down here is still only stubbed out. Everything is very white.


I'm in a gym area. Doug is trying to teach the little kids soccer, but it's not going well since getting set up takes almost the entire scheduled time. Even now, there are still kids without shoes on. Somehow in the same context, a woman is running a discussion forum of some sort. There's some dissatisfaction with the forum - she has a fairly tight rein on it, and she's slow to moderate - and another woman is looking to set up a clone forum, pledging to be better about things.


Something about an annoying girl with magical powers, and also about dragons. When a review gives a dragon a bad mark, the dragon tries to eat the reviewer. Even if the review is providing detail, say in clearing up confusion, the dragons don't like it. I post a review and manage to word it in a way the dragons don't mind.

30.11.2013

Comet ISON tracking, Sphinx revival and flight. (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had a false awakening and it was night. The room was very dark, darker as usual and my wife was not there. I went to the living room and saw my wife looking at the TV, even though, the TV was off.

There was an iPad laying on the TV (note, we own Samsung, not iOS) and it had a real time tracking software on comet ISON and it was beeping every two seconds. My wife told me she was tracking the comet to see if it survived the sun or not.

I looked outside the window and I could see a sky full of stars. I realized that there was no electricity at all. Even though, my computer was working. I wondered if the grid went down, but a few seconds later, all the street lights started to lit and the stars went away. I dozed off.

I had another false awakening in some weird warehouse. I kind of realized that I was dreaming, as I did not know the place where I woke up. The dream was very low quality and I could not make it stable well, so I opened a small window and started to fly to make it stable, but lost the dream.

I had another false awakening in the same warehouse and now there were people. I somehow believed I was still dreaming, so ran outside. I met a guy and asking him where to go to exit there. He looked at me like if I was nuts and pointed the exist. As I exited, I was in a forest with a lot of trees. I tried to take of flying but I could not, even gravity felt normal. I told myself, "Well, I am dreaming, I think..." And looked at my hand. My fingers were made out of energy and wavy, so I indeed was dreaming and reminded myself flying is an easy task to do for me, so I took off.

As I was flying, I saw a desert and reminded myself in the tasks of the year. I recalled I had to do the Sphinx one, so I landed and was near the Great Sphinx. There were other buildings around (western buildings) but the pyramids were there, and specially, the Sphinx .

I flew to the top of her and placed my hands in front of her nose, which was chipped and damaged. I started to channel healing energy like I use to do in real life and a new nose spawned. Easy and done, lucky me...

Suddenly, the Sphinx started to move and I flew on her above the pyramids. As I was flying, the pyramids shrunk and some weird metallic buildings spawned out of nowhere, after a short while, the Sphinx landed and then, she flew away. She kind of looking half stone half flesh, but, I flew on her so I was good to go.

I started to focus on making an L-DEILD and get the last task of the year done, but I started to feel my body in bed and rapidly, lost the dream and woke up.

i dreamt that i was with my dad, damien, carlos, and we were at some sacred lake with all these canyons. they were massive and looked all fiery brown/red. my mom didn't want me to jump out of the boat cause my phone was in my pocket but i was annoyed with her trying to hold me back so i did it and then while in the water i handed her the phone. then i swam over to my dad's group and i think we tried to climb the canyon. i remember catching up with damien later

In the beginning of what was my last dream for the night, I was thrown right into the midst of the deep Atlantic Ocean. However, I was on a small fiberglass surfboard and paddling out west from Europe, heading southwest. (Ironically, I was heading towards Australia, apparently my mind doesn't accept South America as a valid continent.) It was a very calm endure, and lasted a good thirty minutes of rowing and contemplating life, without any strong disturbances. After my arrival in Australia, I quickly entered a community pool, and brought my surfboard with me. Walking casually over to the pool, it seemed logical for me to jump in and use my surfboard. Following this, a majority of the dream was swimming and paddling around, and meeting a few people (whom I can't currently recall.)

My surfboard broke into pieces, and the mood of the pool started to change drastically. It was closing time at the pool, and the colors turned warped. The lights turned off, a majority of the people left, and the colors of the water swirled and mixed different shades of lavender, brown, forest green, and more. Moreover, a diver was practicing in one spot, and asked if I would want to practice with her. Agreeing and seeing I had no where else to be, I dived in and swam in the hurricane of colors, and then abruptly decided to leave. On my way out the door, I got a call from a Government Agency called "Billboard" and answered casually. Apparently my parents were looking for me and I had gone missing. The dream ended.


Note: Do you have a time you have to look at everyday? It's just that random time, twice a day, that you just for some reason always see? Well, mine is 9:11. It's been that way for a few years- when I woke up from this dream, I checked my phone only to realize it was precisely 9:11. Weird, right?

In a wild west-inspired setting, there's someone called 'the Kid', although he's a grown man with greying hair and wrinkles. I'm watching him ride a motorcycle out of town, and I'm thinking that although he may not be a Kid, it'd also be wrong to call him a man, since he's not human.

There's a man and a woman in some kind of storage space, looks like an attic. She's asking if he's ever even tried moving to 'a real town' and setting up 'a real life,' the way she says other heroes have done. He's surprised she called him a hero and says she's got the wrong idea, and that he's not even human. As a third person observer, I'm thinking how cliche he is, the self-loathing vampire hero type. I focus on his appearance for the first time - a man in a red coat, with a face that reminds me of some actor but covered in scars and boils, and I'm thinking that at least this one's not pretty.

There's a dead guy on the floor between the two of them, and now he wakes up. The guy in the red coat picks up this huge sword with a curve in the blade which I associate with beheading, and he says something about how what he really wants isn't 'a real life in a real town'; what he wants is this weapon, automated, on a massive scale. The dead guy says something about being grateful before his head's taken off.

There are people arguing in the town square. The guy in the red coat gathered everyone here and is standing up on a wooden stage trying to talk to them. One person says, "You act like one of 'em, the game's won!" 'Them' meaning vampires, and 'won' meaning won by the vampires. The person he's arguing with says, "You resist 'em, the game's won!" Everyone seems to think it's hopeless. While the guy in the red coat is focused on them, he doesn't see the burned and headless body which is crawling out of town.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Dracula, a girl, and a priest/vampire slayer, in a field in daylight. Dracula's kneeling, and the priest's saying that He often seems to hear him and know what's needed. In response, black shapes fill the sky, blotting out the sun, which Dracula doesn't like at all. As a 3rd person observer, I'm thinking about how this is an interesting switch; normally you'd think of darkness favoring vampires, but Dracula was fine with sunlight. The girl says something about sending him to hell, but she's got it backwards; the priest isn't in the business of damning souls. On closer look, the things blotting out the sun are crows; and then among them appear the souls of all those he'd turned.

I remember me being at home and going to the kitchen and seeing my cousin's from my mom's side in my brother's room and there's a cute guy i don't know there. after that they fight and get ready to go down in the elevator. I tell the cute guy because they are fighting you can stay here for a while, he was like it's fine, and i can't just stay here alone. The elevator gets stuck for a while then goes down

Then i'm walking somewhere and my cousin's and the cute guy are walking in front of me, and i ask them wheat's him name and i feign stupid and i'm like is it something with an A? I guess a few then say Ammar. Then they call him over. Turns out his name is Farouk but his nickname is Ammar and many other names. then i dream that i'm somewhere near the beach and i have to go up fast or i'll drown so i try to climb up but people next to me are getting attacked by dolphins and seals. I see a guy from my school who has made it safely so i ask him to give me a hand. He pulls me up and then i fall back in and start drowning. But then it turns out i'm going to another place and i'm not drowning. Then Suddenly someone is having an underground wedding. It's a girl from my school i think. Someone from my school is suppose to be dedicating a song but she's crying and she's not able to sing it so she gives me the mike and i start singing the song. The words are on the screen and im singing them. After that one of my best friends come up to me and tells me i did great but i messed up some stuff. Then i tell someone else from y class that usually i get so nervous and that's what makes me horrible. After that suddenly it's turned to walk for a cure but it's somewhere else. After that i see all the things that my friends baked that are getting sold. There were colorful rice krispies and brownies and Cinnabon and cinnabon with Oreo and brownie bits. I asked my friend if she made them and she said yes. After that i was pissed off because there weren't any booths for us to sell. Then suddenly i was in a dress and that was one of the things that we are selling. i was tying to get people to buy it. I get a person to buy it. Then i don't remember what happened and i woke up.

This was a weird one. So, I kept on waking up throughout the night, and had a few dreams here and there. This is the most recent one, and the one I can remember. I was at these music awards, and you have to sit on a swing of sorts. It was a bench type of swing, with 3x? seats. I hated siitting there, didn't know why I didn't just sit somewhere else, but anyways, I remember doing that. Maybe it was in a previous dream, or something, because I felt deja vu when I was doing that. But Selena was there, Demi was there, a few friends from school was there. I found out that my friend was also a model, and kept it secret from her dad. Her dad said, "(Name) What the hell are you doing here?" She said, "Dad?"

And for a split moment, the dream showed the text like a script, with blanks here and there. Pretty sure the dad had her phone. And she didn't have acne. "Remember those touch up photos I had? Yeah, I put on makeup." (She puts on makeup to fake acne...)

Then I woke up.

This dream was long, but so unstable and in-congruent that I'm going to have to break up the writing to help to explain it.

My family was taking a vacation. (I swear being on vacation would make an excellent dream sign.) We were in some place that I think was origninally supposed to be like Niagara falls. But a number of things are off.
First of all the area looks notably balmier and almost tropical. The gorge looks way to narrow and shallow (The gorge was about 30-50 feet deep, approximate, and maybe 70-100 feet across.) If you looked to the "south" okay, it looked like Niagara falls. The Horseshoe, American and Bridal Veil Falls were all there and appropriately miniaturized for the gorge. But if you looked "north" you would see another pair of waterfalls that weren't there in real life.
Also, the area looked off in the fact that most of the rocks were a dark reddish color. The area was also lacking the casinos and hotels that I recall. (My family took several trips to Niagara falls when I was a child, I remember the layout of the area vividly.)
But the weirdest part was there was a large section of the cliff that had collapsed, making way for a beach by the side of the river. The beach sloped heavily (around a 45 degree angle) to connect the top of the gorge to the river bank.

My family was at said beach. But it was a nude beach, though only some of the people there were nude. (Nobody in my party, which included my parents and my aunt and uncle was nude.) For some reason, I wasn't really weirded out by this. They also had this other weird rule for the beach where you had to lay all of your valuables and electronics out on a towel. Because of this, I had to put my phone on the towel along with all of my parent's valuables.
I began walking toward the end of the beach. I wasn't really interested in being there. I think I was hungry and impatiently waiting for us to leave the beach to where my parents would take us out to a restaurant or back to the hotel room to eat.

My cellphone (that was laying out on a towel) got picked up by a big wave. I tried to grab it, but there were these big thrashing waves by the side of the river with a bunch of cell phones and wallets in them. (Because logic in dreams ) According to the dream subconscious plot or whatever, this was a common problem on this beach, but it was supposed to be "part of the fun" if your valuables got sucked up in a big wave.
I went and got my parents and asked them if they would help me retrieve my phone. They just got all compassionate for me, and told me that they would try to look for it.

We had driven to this police/information kiosk outside of this big metropolitan city, and my parents were talking to this rather unkind man about how to get my phone back. The building was ugly and bland, and had some resemblance to a waiting room. They went to petty dream-bickering.
Then the man they were talking to went and got his two daughters. They were both wearing airbender clothes. The three of them started airbending at us and throwing us (mostly my parents, however.) into the floor, walls and ceiling of the room.( Gee, if I had a dollar for every time something ATLA related happened in my dreams, I'd... probably still be broke. Also, wow, what a jerk that guy was.)

I was still in the waiting room. Manei was sitting there next to me smiling. (Holy crap, my dream guide is back.)

Hey everyone, I'm new to the site so please bear with me.

I had this dream last night(11/27) and I was prompted to join this evening after giving it much thought.

Long story short, ever since discovering the art and technique of lucid dreaming, I have studied it thoroughly. That was 6 months ago when I started, and I continuously studied and practiced it. Here I am 6 months later with no success, after trying just about everything there is, with the exception of not purchasing any LD devices.

Last night, however, I believe I came very close to an LD.

I believe I was in a crowded park full of people, and I saw someone who I care about a lot. This person I've never met before, but I do know in real life and care about them more than anything. I saw this person and ran up to them and began hugging them, getting choked up.

In the dream, I actually felt the sensation of hugging him! It was such a strong sensation, that I could actually almost feel and recall it this morning.

Other things that no one else would really care to hear, are not important so I won't mention them(lol).

However, I do remember thinking in the dream how that person did not look like how they were supposed to look. Actually, thinking about it now, I don't even think they looked close at all how they were supposed to.

The sensation of feeling them and their hug is a symptom of lucid dreams, correct? And me almost realizing that was not the right person should have triggered it, right?

I also felt the emotions I'm sure I would have felt if I did meet them in real life.

HELP, am I getting close to an LD, after all this time? And what else can I do to have one soon?

Thank you everyone<3

Very Boring but trying to get better at remembering my dreams...definitely not lucid though.
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I Was at some lady's house. Perhaps a neighbor or something. She said she had to change the way it normally looks to make it more accommodating for her ederly parents for a party she was planning to have. I told her the last time I came over the couch was different, it looked more modern and that the current couch looks old. Her house had a lot of shelfs and tables that had no rhyme or reason, like an excessive amount that looked overkill and almost hazardis. I told her it looked cluttered and it was to hard to walk around her place and that her parents may find it difficult to get around. She got upset and defensive and asked me to leave.
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I dont remember what this lady looks like and I dont think its anyone I know in waking life, her face was fuzzy, even upon waking up.
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2nd Dream:
I was at school and ppl had the option to leave at 7:30 but the teacher did not like it. He got a little upset and told us it would
be more convient if we left at the normal time. The janitor was mopping the hallway floors. Some student decided to leave and as he started walking down the hall, he slipped and fell. I decided to wait til the floor drys.

11/27/13 Wednesday

Last night, bed at 2am, no meditation

I'm in Italy. Second time in maybe 2 weeks. I'm at the docs, looking at some ships docked. One of them is military ship, that serves as a museum. Suddenly there is an explosion on it. I see red flames and black smoke. It's already third explosion in the area. Some kind of terrorist attack. (Watched NCIS episode with explosions and terror attacks)

Still in Italy. I have a puppy in my arms. He is not mine, but perhaps rescued. It's a beagle. He has flees, so we are taking him to the vet. Come to a building, with patients waiting on chairs outside and in the doorway. I try to talk to them in Italian. I want to know if I can buy something for the flees in the pharmacy, or if I should see the vet. When we walk inside, the building is huge and modern. medical personal walking busily in the hallways. We find the vet and he takes a look at the dog. Then he puts him in this room sized plastic tube. Kinda like a huge terrarium. It can fold in the middle, one side can slide in the other side. We are thinking about buying it for the dog. Trying to figure out, if it will fit on the back of a pickup. I see the price in italian lira and it's like 39000. I see that in some places it's broken and fixed with black tape. So I'm telling my mom, we could buy it, but not to pay for it more than 1/5 of the asking price.

It was a long time I have spent in Italy this time.