non-lucid

I had this dream last night and I decided to write it down. Here it is: I was sitting with about 7 snakes in an unfamiliar living room. I guess they were my pets or something, because I was feeding them. My favorite snake was a large bright-green one that I let crawl around on my shoulders and arms. I put it down on the ground and it slithered towards another brownish snake that was digesting something. I stood up, got some water and returned to them. I was looking around for the green snake, but only saw the others. Suddenly I turned around and saw the snake that I was looking for slithering right at me. I thought that it was going to hurt me so I grabbed it right on it's tail, picked it up, and threw it at the wall. I felt bad, (as I should) and went to see if it was alright. I sat down next to it and checked to see if it was alive, which it was.
It then hurled itself into the air and landed on my back. I felt a sharp pain where it landed because it bit me. I think I blacked-out in the dream because I then found myself sitting with my mother who had "magically" healed my snake wound.
I told her "thanks," and walked towards an exit out of the house, I passed the snakes but the green one was gone (guess that mom took care of it ). I came to a clear door which I could see through. I noticed a big brown bear in the distance outside and instantly told my mother. She went outside and began to pet the bear who seemed to enjoy the attention. I then woke up at around 6:00AM with a headache.

I was home with my mom and hungry. I found some leftover steamed rice to eat but found nothing to have with it. I used the ceramic bowl from my dorm days that has a glossy turquoise interior and matte black outer finish.

09-28-2012 -- I'm at a theater somewhere in Orlando with BC, preparing to take in a performance of All in the Timing, though it doesn't seem to be under that title. The problem is, neither BC nor I have any money for a ticket. So why are we here again? We are just about to leave when Karl O. comes running up, wanting to know what the heck we are doing here. AH is performing in this, and if she sees me, she'll blow a gasket! [In real life, this is nonsense and AH would be the consummate professional, and might well be glad for the ticket sale, even if she didn't want to interact with me personally.]

BC is saying we wanted to take in the play, and I am explaining I wanted to see all six scenes, instead of just the four I saw the last time. He is asking which two I'd not seen before, and I remember 'Variations on the Death of Trotsky', but can't bring 'The Philadelphia' to mind. He has taken long enough talking to us about this that suddenly AH is wandering into the area, and BC and I take off running before she can start screaming at us.

We are now running through a Disney park. It might possibly start out in the Magic Kingdom in Florida, but if so, it almost instantly warps to Disneyland. We find ourselves running right into an area where they are roping off the street in preparation for a parade, and are ducking under ropes and things. We get separated, and I am trying to catch up with her, but the parade ropes soon turn into a ride queue for some kind of children's ride.

Soon I am having to climb a sort of ladder, and I find myself looking at a very small hole I have to crawl through. There's no way ... not even if I was half my size. I have to apologize to people as I squeeze past them back down the ladder. I am looking for a cast member to explain the situation, but it seems they are trying to save money, and have cut back on the staffing, so there is nobody here. Instead I just duck under a barricade and into the loading/unloading area and prepare to walk out the exit, just as a boat or car appears with a cast member wondering what I think I am doing. I start to try and explain, then just say "Never mind," and bolt as the employee glares after me.

I wander around for a bit, then climb a short railing into some brush surrounding the Matterhorn, where I find my little red motor scooter. I pick it up and start to hoist it over the railing when a Disney security guard comes up to me and demands to know what I am doing. "You can't park a motor scooter back here, even if you are a cast member ..." he looks closer at me, and says "And you're impersonating a cast member, as well!" He's ticked off.

I glance down at myself, and find I am wearing western garb that might well look very much like a Frontierland costume. It gets worse as I glance at my feet and find my shoes are huge! Somehow I am wearing Goofy shoes! I think back to this morning, when I was getting dressed, and I just grabbed the first clothes I could find. I didn't mean anything by it. The shoes seemed slightly big, but comfortable. I honestly didn't realize!

But moment by moment the shoes are getting bigger, and the clothes are slightly shifting so that they look more and more like a character costume. Thank God I'm not somehow wearing the head, or I'd be dead! The security guard (who looks like Bob Hoskins in Roger Rabbit) is furious, and ties me to a rope as he is closing a gate to allow the passage of a train, monorail, and even a stage coach to pass [seems more like Knott's than Disney] but the rope falls off, and I move to an out-of-the-way spot. I could have rushed off and been free, but I didn't want to be hunted, so I waited, figuring I could explain.

But he doesn't want to listen. He drags me down to Main Street to see a supervisor, but the supervisor seems to be overseeing some sort of water show. I am told to just wait quietly, and maybe write out a report of my defense. But they have no paper, I have no paper, and am stuck either writing on my arms, or pulling out a rare 1990s park guide map from my backpack (which is loaded with such souvenirs) and writing it on that.

I am trying to point out that I am a collector of old Disney stuff, using that as some of my proof, and trying to show I meant no harm, and didn't even realize what I was wearing, but they don't want to listen. I continue to try to write my report, but splashes from the water show keep hitting the map, and the paper is getting soaked and the ink is running. I finally give up, throw away the guide book, and try to move out of the way so I won't get soaked.

I soon find myself standing in the very back, well behind all the seating, and again I could have just disappeared in the crowds to never be seen again. But when the guard starts looking around for me, I wave to him so he can find me. He seems to be wearing some kind of police car costume that looks like something from the Roger Rabbit movie. He soon discards the costume, grabs me again, and pulls me backstage.

This is the part that is much more like past dreams than real life. He is pulling me through an area that seems to be half backstage, half onstage, to a small door right next to a barber shop which leads to the Disney security office. As he pulls me through, we walk past Denny Hardwick, who I am hoping doesn't recognize me. Bob strolls right through some crowds, but I am a bit bigger, and have to wait for them to pass before I can move past them.

He leads me up to a counter where a young woman glares at me and asks me coldly "what are you in for?" By this time I am getting really disgusted with the way a simple error is being blown out of proportion, and tell her she already knows exactly what I am here for. If she didn't, she would either assume I was a normal person, or an employee, not an imposter! She doesn't deny it. They are just rude and obnoxious, and seem determined to railroad me! AAUUGGHH!!

Dream - Lucid

I was watching my friend, Caitlin, walk in rhythm down a hallway to her singing the words "It won't take me awhile" over and over again in a deep Jamaican accent. She was wearing light blue bermuda shorts.

We were then sitting on the couch, watching some late-night TV. I'd say it was probably 1 or 2 in the morning, maybe later. I think we were sitting in my living room. It was dark, save for the light from the TV.

We were then walking into a kitchen that kind of looked like our neighbor's (from yesterday's dream) kitchen. We were in nothing but our underwear. I think we must have lived there, and were roommates again. I was trying to get my panties all the way on over my butt as we were walking. At the far end of the kitchen were some of our friends from high school, Kayla and Maegan are the ones I remember, though there were more. It was kind of embarrassing, but we were still having a good time.

Then, all the sudden, I was outside on a wooden porch with my best friend MK's older brother, Adam, whom I rarely see or talk to IWL. Everyone else had disappeared. It was a beautiful, sunny day. Adam looked at me and asked
"Where did everyone go?"
I responded
"The dream must be about to end."
As Adam was agreeing with me that that must be why, I was thinking wait a minute. This is a dream! Sweet!!
I didn't even do an RC, since I felt so sure already that this was a dream. I was really excited! So excited, that I wanted to fly with Adam! We walked up to the edge of the porch, and Adam started talking. I, however, was too excited to listen (something I desperately need to work on in my LDs -_-). I kept wanting to ask him to fly with me. He finally finished talking, and I asked him
"Do you practice lucid dreaming?"
"Yes," he replied.
I grabbed for his hand.
"Would you like to fly with me?"
"Yes!" he replied, taking my hand.
I felt our fingers intertwine as I took off. He trailed behind a little at first, but was then next to me.

I felt kind of out of control as we flew for some reason, I think it may have been because I was losing the dream, and was trying to focus on keeping it. I had to fly in these huge circles. We were flying over a field with grass and some desert-looking plant life. I saw a patch of these purple flowers. Very pretty. Adam then separated himself from me and sank down a bit to fly with another girl. I spiraled down in my giant circle, trying to gain height again, but not being able to. In the sky, I then saw the moon rising in fast motion, though it was still daytime (think about when you can see the moon when the sun's still out--that's what it looked like). It was a 3/4 moon.

Then, when I was close enough to the ground, my friend Raechel's son, Syler, took me by the leg and started to run with me like I was a balloon. I thought this was adorable, and laughed as he did it. I floated in the air, too, as if I really was a balloon. He ran up the stairs to the porch, and inside, where many people were.

~

I was with my dad and my brother, I believe, outside in these extensive woods. It was beautiful. The tree roots were huge, and were everywhere on the forest floor. You could tell it was a sunny day, though not much light came in through the blanket of leaves above. Close by was a house, supposedly our house.

I was really worried about getting close to any water or anything because of alligators. I was afraid I'd get bitten or killed, though the gators around that part weren't that big, they could still deal a pretty nasty bite. Also, apparently, when we were younger, my dad kept one underneath the stairs that went up to the porch of the house. I didn't want to get near that either, thinking the gator must still be there.

My dad then told me that the gator was dead, that he had been dead for a long time, but, for my brother's sake, they had kept his body underneath the stairs for some time. Apparently, my brother really liked that gator for some reason. He wasn't around when my dad told me that.

At some point, we were talking to some woman with short hair who was wearing nothing but what appeared to be a white dress/sack, and black knee-high socks. You could see her naked butt peeking out from beneath the dress/sack. We were standing in what looked like a town square. She took off her dress in one swift motion, and was completely naked underneath. I critiqued it as if it was a movie, thinking to myself that the movie makers did a bad job hiding the fact that she was naked underneath the weird dress/sack she was wearing. She then started to show us all her alligator bite scars. She had a ton of them. She was trying to prove a point with her scars, trying to prove how dangerous alligators really were.

We were then running through the forest, climbing on the tree roots, having an awesome time! But every time we got close to some water, I'd start to get nervous about gators. We even saw one on a shore at some point. I just wanted to get away from there.

The woods then started to gradually fill with clear, blue water. I was alright with that, actually, since it wasn't the gators' natural environment. We splashed through the water, which hadn't reached too far over the tree roots yet. The water level, however, kept rising. On the forest floor, below the tree roots, it was pretty deep. But on top of the tree roots, it was relatively shallow, reaching our knees.

~

I was walking into my brother's room. He wasn't home. On his desk (which he doesn't have anymore IWL) sat this cryogenically frozen alligator kit. It was in a black box. According to my mom, who was in bed in her room, I wasn't supposed to do anything with it yet, not until my brother got home. It was supposed to be a surprise to replace the alligator under the stairs from his youth.

Of course, being me, I had to push the limit a little. I had a bottle full of hot water. The instructions called for A FEW drops of hot water to unfreeze the kit and the gator. There was emphasis on the "A FEW" part. I dripped a little onto the kit, and the frost started to melt. The whole kit was shortly thawed out, and I opened it up. There was a TINY purple alligator in there. And I mean tiny as in could fit on the tip of a finger! I then proceeded to carry the gator on my right index finger and the kit over to the other side of the room, trying to figure out what to do with him, when he started to float in the air on a string, like a baby spider would. Shit! I had lost him! He was so tiny, it seemed like it would be damn near impossible to ever find him again.

I then noticed, right in front of me, a medium-sized aquarium tank full of water and little colored pebbles. It was for the baby gator. Shit again! I had been RIGHT THERE. If only I could have made it in time to put the gator inside. Now I was afraid he'd die because he wasn't in the right environment. Plus, someone might squish the poor little guy.

I told my mom what happened, and of course, she wasn't very happy about it.
"I told you not to do that!" A typical mom thing to say.

I was then on a search for the gator, which, somewhere along the way, got named Big Thunder, I think by my dad's disembodied voice (my dad would name a tiny alligator something like that IWL). I was with other people, though I can't remember who right now. We were searching by some rocks and water. It seemed like we were both inside and outside at the same time.

We then saw Big Thunder (lol this Big Thunder thing was even kind of hilarious in the dream). He had grown quite a bit in the few minutes/hours I had lost him. He was now an orange-red color, was kind of short and stubby for a gator, and had creepy, huge black eyes. He looked less like a gator, and more like something you'd find in the deepest depths of the ocean.
"Big Thunder!" I exclaimed. I was glad he was alive.
Apparently, Big Thunder was an aggressive gator. He proceeded to latch onto my leg and bite down. It HURT. Whoever was with me helped me get him off. Damn, fuck, SHIT that hurt! I didn't seem to be bleeding, but you could see red welts where his teeth had been.

We then wandered and climbed over the big, grey rocks by the water. Something then went to attack Big Thunder, who was kind of following us. We were worried about him, thinking he may not make it through the attack, when a giraffe came and ate the attacker, and at first, we thought he also ate Big Thunder. We didn't watch this happen, but we looked back when the attack was over, and the giraffe had his cheeks full and was chewing. It was kind of cartoonish. It was a big wtf moment.

We then noticed Big Thunder was alright. That crazy gator and his escapades.

I was then in my brother's room again, sitting on the floor and working on something, though I'm not sure what, I want to say it was either a cage or an aquarium, when my friend Mike then texted me, warning me he had charged this nitrogen canister bomb and buried it underneath me, and I only had 20 seconds until it detonated, killing me and anyone in the house, which would also be destroyed. The text read kind of smart-assy.

My view then changed to a sillouhette of Superman with his arm extended going underground. It was me, apparently, and my view changed back as I saw the countdown on the canister. The digital number read at about 14 seconds. I pushed a button on what appeared to be a touch screen that the numbers were also on, and the countdown stopped, displaying a screen in digitized letters that explained how to re-initiate the countdown. I went back up to Blake's room, and called him to ask him what the fuck I should do about the buried canister, whether or not I should retrieve it, or leave it buried, which is what I planned to do. I just worried that the canister would somehow get jossled under there, and the countdown would re-initiate without anyone's knowledge until it was too late. I can't remember what he said. I asked him some other things too, like what do you even buy these things for (they were sold commercially)? Why would you want one? Is the explosion really that powerful? I really can't remember his answers at all.

Waking Life Lucid Alarm

I use the Easy MP3 Alarm per the DV Crazy Insane CAN WILD method. I made a custom alarm of myself stating that I was seen flying around the city...

My idea is that the news from my radio often infiltrates my dreams; I therefore use lengthy speech rather than a short sound to spur a lucid. I log dreams infiltrated by the morning news and file them in a separate log.

This morning, I woke up to the alarm rather than having the alarm infiltrate my dream, which is what I hope to happen, but this morning, I closed the lid of my computer to shut the alarm off, and then began to dream that I was flying.

I thought I was away, but I was totally dreaming. I saw 3 power lines. I tried to fly above them, but I started getting heavy. I thought I was trying to use my alarm to become lucid. I was talking to myself or something, "showing" how I was awake, but understood why I was listening to that alarm. I was explaining how I could fly in my imagination because I could just imagine it, but it didn't mean that I was dreaming.

Ugh!

Still, this is progress for me and my use of the Easy MP3 Alarm.

I also believed that last night was going to be more successful with the Easy MP3 alarm. I am becoming more and more convinced that intention has a tremendous effect on your dreams.

Last night I had a dream that I was with my ex in our apartment. Strange animals kept entering our home. One of the animals looked unfamiliar. It was light brown, about the size of a small dog with huge rounded ears. It kind of looked like a giant cartoon mouse. It was hiding behind out refridgerater. Then I was with my father and he was angry at my cat for some reason. He threw my cat and I got angry with him, threatening him for hurting my cat. After that scene I was back with my ex in our apartment again and there were larger animals running around. We didn't know what to do with them so we for some reason decided we were going to "put them down". I came into the living room and my ex had slaughtered the wild animals. I think one was an elephant. He had gotten blood all over one of the walls. I told him our landlord was going to flip out and then he told me he was moving out in a week. I suddenly remembered we were no longer together.

In a different part of my dream my friend Jon appeared. I don't remember why or much else about this I just remember that he was there.

This was quite a frustrating dream. When I woke up I could recall and awful lot, but I decided I was too tired (*cough*lazy*cough*) to write down what I remembered. I really should have as, as expected, a lot of my recall had gone by the morning. Oh well. But this is what I remember

I was sat on a sofa in some sort of villa, probably in the Canary Islands as usual. It was very sunny outside but the windows were shut. There was some sort of back door the left of me that was open, and light was coming through that. There was a sofa to the right of me at a right angle, my sister closest to me and my Granddad further. My parents were sat on another sofa to the left of me. We were all looking at a big flat-screen telly that was mounted onto the wall. The room was a kind of big reverse L shape, and the TV was on the bottom bit of the L. I can't remember what we were watching, but we decided to leave to go for a walk. It was obviously linked up to the computer, as I had accidentally left up xvideos.com on my browser !!! I tried to keep it cool and pretend it wasn't mine, but I wasn't very successful. I kept trying to click it off excusing myself, but an error message kept popping up preventing it from going. I got more and more flustered as it went on, and my sister started to let off the occasional giggle. My parents didn't really seem bothered although maybe a bit embarrassed, and my Grandad was just oblivious to what was going on xD The whole situation was quite similar to what has happened when I've had a website up that I didn't want someone to see and they walked in haha!

Anyway, after that shambles had finished, we decided to go for a walk. It was suddenly dark outside. I don't remember the transition between being indoors and going out. I always go for walks when my Granddad is about, so I walked with him whilst the others were behind. I can't remember where we were going or what, but we ended up in a very dark, grimey back alley of some sort of building. There was a big metal staircase thing from the metallic balcony of the building to the floor, with a small spiral at the middle. As we walked down here, I suddenly saw a strange boy I know called Connor. B. He was stood where we had just came from, and gave me his weird creepy cheeky look. He said something that suggested he was waiting for something to do with scouts (as I used to be in scouts with him). We left him again, and walked through another alleyway I think, which led us to a more normal looking suburban area. I don't know where the hell we were, it was definitely a foreign country as the architecture wasn't anything like ours in England. We walked around the wall perimeter of some sort of field. I suddenly remembered that someone had organized a big get together on that exact field. I didn't want to bring it up as I would have felt bad ditching my family as they always moan at me for going out when we're meant to be doing something. So I kept quiet as we continued to get to entrance of the park field thing. Here, over the wall, we suddenly saw masses and masses of people. It was really strange what I saw - I first saw a few people, but I also saw significantly more people suddenly appear behind them, as if they were photoshopped on or something. They were all in a huge, messy circle around the field, playing what I thought was rounders. I knew a lot of the people there and I knew the person who was organizing it, but I can't remember who it was now. I said something to my Mum like "Oh my god, I forgot *so and so* was organizing a get-together here tonight! Would you be angry if I went off to play with them?" They didn't say no, but they didn't say yes either, it seemed to be left down to my choice. As we got to the entrance, everyone was now sat in a massive circle doing various strange positions. I saw Ryan and Will, who I ran over to say hi too, and ask them what the day was like so I could decide if I was staying or not. They said it was awful, and everyone was really angry. I looked around, and it was true that everyone was looking very bored and miserable. They said that the 3 girls (not who I thought had organized it) were very popular and had turned it into an awful boss-about session. My parents were continuing walking on ahead, so I thought I would give the day a skip considering everyone was so bored and go on with my family. I kind of walked backwards whilst talking to them, apologizing for not staying this time.

I was at some sort of tourist attraction. It was a bay connected to the ocean. The water was a weird shade of turquoise, but a nice warm temperature. I was in the water, swimming or treading water or something, when my dad and mom floated by on this tiny little boat thing and told me to hop on.

Oddly enough, the boat was tiny, and I barely fit in. I had to lay down sideways in order to fit. It was also made of rubbery material, which was weird. My dad said something. I remember that the ocean was beautiful and that my brother was in the ocean too, trying to find us. But it took him a long time.

Then we were on a pier, walking. When we reached the end of the pier, there was a pirate ship show and my family joined the crowd to watch it. I wasn't that interested, so I pulled out my mini sketchbook and was about to draw something when suddenly they came out and forced me to be a volunteer for the show. They just said something along the lines of "Any volunteers?" and then grabbed me (even though I didn't say anything) and dragged me on board. They said I was going to be a volunteer, but didn't tell me what I was supposed to do, so I was really, really irritated. And also scared, because I would be standing in front of a bunch of people without knowing what I was doing. IRL, this wouldn't have happened. I'd have forced my way out of the ship.

Eventually, when I was supposed to go onstage, they realized that I had no idea what I was doing and so replaced me with some other guy. But I couldn't leave the ship. Then I got really angry when the guy did it and it wasn't anything that hard at all. I don't remember what he did, unfortunately.

Then everyone in the ship started partying and coloring - yes, they seriously got out activity books and started coloring - except me. And I had a really hard time forcing my way out of the ship. Luckily, it was still docked, and I was heading out when either I woke up or the dream stopped. Ugh, I hate how many of my dreams involve me getting captured and forced to do things. ;___; And everyone having a party without me. Not cool, man. x_x

This entry should've been written on Wednesday, but I got lazy. >: (

According to my hastily scribbled notes on my bedside bookshelf, "Looking photos family." I can't remember this, but apparently it happened, so I'm recording it now. xD Now for what I actually remember. It may have been two dreams, but I'm uncertain; they sort of blurred into one another.

I was at the beach with my family. I was trying to take a shower, because there was a building with a bunch of individual shower rooms there and I wanted to get cleaned up. The building was brown with a lot of different doors on it. The day was sunny, and I remember the sand and watching people come in and out of the rooms. But I think all of them were taken, because I didn't up taking a shower, and I was uncomfortable because I was all sandy. It was really annoying.

Then this is where it turned into a nightmare. Ugh. Sometimes I wonder if it would be better to forget these...:S

We were having a campfire outside. It was nighttime. I think all my family was there. We were in a pine forest, and we had just come out of this cabin thing to go out into the woods and have the fire. We were sitting on picnic blankets, and then suddenly I felt this really hot sensation on my legs and rear end and I realized that the ground under my blanket was on fire. It was on fire under all of our blankets. Then it caught a nearby pine tree on fire, causing it to fall over. I tried to warn my mom, because she was right by the tree, but before I could it fell and hit her on the head. :c Thank goodness it was really skinny and didn't crush her. Of course it was just a dream, but it still freaks me out.

Then - get this - my dad looks around the forest and started laughing. I think it randomly changed to daytime or early evening, but the fire was still burning in random patches throughout the forest. He yelled out something like "THIS IS HOW NATURE WORKS!" as everything was catching on fire. This is NOT how my dad usually is, I promise you he's a lot less...spooky? Then this creepy oversized yellowish-brown frog thing was staring at us, with blank green eyes, and by this time I was reaaaally freaking out. I wanted to go back into the cabin (as though that was actually going to save me, lol )

And I woke up after that with significant relief.

I was sitting at a table at school with my cousin, then the girl that likes me comes. They talked then she left. After she left my cousin said she was ugly, then I said she wasn't. We went back and foward on that.

There was another dream where I didn't have a certain class with one of my friends, so he told I could just walk into the class and join them in what they were doing. I did that, and when I did the teacher was my old geography teacher and she called me Mr. Nobel. I sat down.

There was also another dream where I was in an unknown building with my brother. We were being stealthy and killing guards, very similar to the game splinter cell...

I was fighting with light savers with someone uknown

There was another dream where my bus was hours late. I was walking to some bleachers to wait for my bus but I never saw it. A teacher asked me and some other students were doing. I said we were waiting for our buses. I waited for what seem liked hours. I finally remember getting some sort of transport home.

I was traveling through a glass tunnel packed with electronic gizmos with a small group of unidentifiable people. We were being attacked by an evil computer system and trying to find a way to destroy it. Suddenly, it manifested in the form of a LCD monitor that popped out of the wall next to me! There were 2 belts hanging off the monitor, both made of linen, but one being brown and the other white. I jumped up and ripped them off it thinking that it would hurt it, but sadly it did nothing. I was deciding on my next plan of attack when all of a sudden a girl carrying a large samurai sword stabbed it into the ground. The girl strikingly resembled the new girl in the Walking Dead TV series. All of a sudden, i was sitting at the top of a set of stairs in a college dorm room watching TV. Somehow i had gone from being a part of the show to being a spectator. I look around the room and realized there were 2 girls laying on the ground in from of a couch watching the show with me; however, they did not know i was there. Embarrassed, i apologized for stumbling into their room and they just stared back at me without saying anything looking almost possessed. They started taking their shirts off and i immediately ran out of there; they were ugly as hell. I walked down the hall and ran into some girl that i did not recognize who was sitting on a bench. She had black hair. I told her what just happened and she responded in some way that i cannot remember. I took a step back wondering to myself: why was a talking to this girl and who was she? I decided i was probably dreaming and did a state test by looking at my hands. ****** I became lucid **** and walked off down the hall. Everything was beginning to lose focus, so i did a spin move changing the location and sharpening the focus. I was in another hallway and began singing some random lyrics wondering whether or not my room mate could hear me (He was studying in the same room that i was taking a nap in). The thought accidently crossed my mind that i was sleeping in a bed and immediately i was kicked out of the dream and woke up I now know why you shouldnt think about yourself in real life. Lesson learned. 4/10 for lucid clarity

This DILD is cool because it is the precise type of LD I was having that sparked me into googling lucid dreams, and subsequently finding DreamViews. Since then, I haven't had many DILDs like this, so I was happily surprised to have another one. This is how it went down:

I'm having a nonlucid dream about Aaron from my last job. He's really cute and we were going to hook up in real life, but we ended up not for several reasons. Anyway, in the dream we were at work after just having clocked out. We were just standing around kissy kissing. The dream jumped forward to us screwing in bed. I'm suddenly lucid, and I think what triggers it in these sex dreams, and what triggered it in the past ones like it, is that I kinda felt like I had just woken up and feel myself in my bed, but at the same time I still feel someone on top of me and we're still kissing and having sex. I know it's not real, but it feels real. And it's just a matter of minutes before I wake up completely. Anyway, so in this one, I can feel Aaron doing me, I'm grabbing his butt and having a grand old time. He kinda sits up for a minute, and my mind is suddenly filled with the worry that he's gonna wig out demon-style on me. So I just stick my hand in his mouth to get the biting over with. He won't bite down, so I stick my other hand somewhere that would make ANY honest man get pissed, and he bit down hard haha! So I rolled him over on his stomach, grew a boy part, and got 2 good thrusts in before waking up.

It was probably around 8am when I woke up, and it took me an hour or so of tossing and turning before I felt some vibrations. So I don't classify this next lucid as a DEILD, because it was way later. But maybe it was, whatever, it was a super fast perfect seamless transition into lucidity, that's all I care about! So I was lying on my stomach finally feeling drowsy, and I felt the vibrations. I relaxed and watched the back of my eyelids like I always do, though I didn't see anything. I concentrated and focused the vibrations some more, and I felt like I could safely open my eyes now. When I did, I thought for just a moment that I woke up for real, because I was in the same position, staring at my bedroom wall. But then suddenly an image of Mickey Mouse appeared on the wall, just in shadow form, and then it darted out the window with a cartoonish "zooooom!" sound. Haha ok, I'm dreaming and can get out of bed now. I got up and went out the bedroom door into the hall. I was blind in my left eye, but it looked nice and bright outside. So I thought if I went outside my other eye would work better with all the light. I went out the sliding glass door, and it worked, I could see better! I remembered that I wanted to go into a mirror again instead of a TOTM. So I turned to go back into the house. I'm standing in front of the sliding glass door and I think "Fuck it, I wanna phase through it." It felt just like going through the mirror. But when I got through, it changed the way my house looked a little. I saw a mirror hanging on the wall that doesn't exist in real life. I walked up to it, preparing to go through. This time, the reflection was not me, it was a blonde haired, green-eyed, mischievous looking young lady. She looked at me like she was gonna be trouble. When I moved, she moved in unison, but it was a bit off. I stared at her and asked her "Who are you?" She said with a really creepy grin, "I'm you." DOH I woke up.

5-20-2012 -- [This is a slightly older dream, but very interesting, and somebody just reminded me of it, so I decided to post it here - Batch. I've been ignoring my dreams instead of writing them down for a couple weeks, and as often seems to happen when I do that, my mind provides me with one that seems so interesting to me that I can't help but write it down.]

I'm over at Hewitt, a place I worked five or six years ago, but in the dream I was only fired last week. I have stopped by because I want to pick up my final paycheck. While I am there, several of the team leaders and supervisors are talking about how they are short on help, and some of them, when they see me, are hinting I might want my job back. I don't.

Sid (actually the dispatcher at the courier company I work at in present real time) is there, and starts trying to talk me into coming back, but I don't want to. Eventually he leads me to an attractive, and somewhat stacked young lady who is kind of showing off her assets a little to try and change my mind. I enjoy looking, but I still don't want to come back to work here. I'm thinking of how hard it would be to match schedules between this job and my security job [actually I haven't worked security in over ten years.] I take a seat at her desk, and kind of cradle my head in my arms for a second or two, and when I look up, everything has changed.

Almost all the furniture and people are gone, the carpeting has all changed from red to blue, the young lady and Sid are gone, and I find myself sitting at the desk of a young, thin, earnest-looking black guy who kind of makes me think of Carlton from Fresh Prince. I kind of gasp, and he asks what's wrong. "Where am I?" I ask. "I was sitting in a different place at a different desk, and suddenly I'm here. I know this is a dream, but usually things change slightly more slowly in a dream, so you don't realize you are dreaming."

The guy looks at me for a moment, and then says "I don't know anything about this, maybe you better talk to our science department." He then reaches out, gives me a little push on the shoulder, and I slowly start to sink right through the floor and drop to the floor below.

I find myself in a typical office environment, cubicles all over the place and employees wandering around. I just look confused and stupid until one of them asks if they can help me, and I mention I am looking for the science department. They tell me it is further down, and give me a push, and I start to sink through another floor.

This happens four or five times, and the last time the guy who asks me what I need tells me the science department is the next floor down, but he's running around so much and is so busy, he forgets to push me through the floor, so I decide to do it myself. I kind of push myself down a bit, and my feet sink into the floor about an inch before it solidifies, and I find I haven't gone anywhere. Try again, same thing. Then I take a few seconds, concentrate really hard, and sink through the floor again, though only about half as fast as the times I was pushed. I also bang my shoulders on a couple of cubicles on the way down.

The floor I now find myself on seems to have tons of computers and lots of machinery and stuff, and it all looks kind of interesting. I ask if this is the science department, and am told it is. There are a bunch of people who seem to be waiting in a line, and I kind of get in the line as well, then glance out a window. I give a small scream. Out the window I can see I am on the ground floor, and I am looking out at foothills in the distance.

Some guy who looks a lot like James Spader walks up to me, and he seems to be in charge. He asks me why I screamed, and I mention that I was in the ground floor of a building in Florida, got pushed through the floor several times to go down a floor, and suddenly find myself on the ground floor of a building in California, and it kind of startled me.

He says that sounds interesting, but doesn't make any sense, and asks me to explain what I am talking about. So I explain to him that I am dreaming, and start to tell him the entire dream (same one I'm typing out here for you). There are parts I get wrong. In the dream, I can't remember Hewett or the benefits job, so I refer to it as West Telecommunications, and customer service for T-Mobile (when actually West was Cricket. T-Mobile was APAC.) He is wearing a T-Mobile hat as I am explaining this to him.

He is really busy, and keeps wandering around the entire department, talking to other people, while still urging me to tell him my story, so I talk through the whole thing and it seems to take quite a while. "... and then I glanced out the window and saw the California landscape and the foothills in the distance, and I gave a little scream of surprise. And if I keep going, this is going to get boring and repetitive, as that's when you came in and I started telling you all of this."

He doesn't make me go on, and I ask him where I am, and he mumbles something about how I am now in a prison. This makes me angry, and I grab the nearest desk and throw it over, computers and equipment falling to the floor and breaking. I throw over another desk and another, and at first the Spader character doesn't notice, but eventually he catches on and asks me to stop. I ask if he really said I was in a prison, and he says yes, but that it is a kind of friendly one, and I keep overturning things and breaking stuff.

We move into what almost seems to be a kind of television studio, broadcasting news or something, and as he asks me why I am doing this, I start to destroy the tv equipment. I tell him I figure if I do enough damage they'll throw me out, and he tells me it will never work. I find myself in an office with a large plate glass window looking out on the outside, and I throw a desk through it, but before I can run out the window, the James Spader character stops me. I run into another office, do the same thing, and he blocks me again.

Soon he's wrapped around me, holding on tight, making it much more difficult for me to move, and he seems to be rubbing against me and coming on to me. I explain to him I am straight, and he lets me go and comes on to somebody else for a couple of minutes. I ask the guy his name, and he tells me it. It isn't James Spader, but whatever it is, I can't remember it. That kind of info is hard to remember in a dream if you don't already know it in real life.

Soon I find myself looking out at the California landscape through almost a sort of viewing platform, but there doesn't seem to be any glass or anything, so I start running toward what I think is freedom, the Spader guy doesn't seem to care, and explains I can't get out that way. I suddenly hit some sort of invisible shield, which he expected, but I start to 'sink' through it just like the floors, but on a horizontal plane, which he didn't expect. Since the shield isn't stopping me like it is supposed to, other barriers are dropping, much like the barriers they drop at night to close off the individual shops in a mall when they are closing for the night. I manage to get an arm under before they drop completely, and force them back up just enough for me to squeeze under, and as I stand on the outside, free, I wake up.

Very cool dream!

09-21-2012 -- Am at the FCM convention with Dale, and we have arrived just in time for dinner. We've walked into the dining room, where everybody is sitting around, eating and talking. Except somehow we're not talking aloud, but in a number of different chats that are floating in the air in front of us. it is very difficult telling one chat from the other and keeping everything in the right place. Very much like the Runescape chats at times.

Dale is trying to jump start my computer for me, but he only has the red cable, and no black cable for the ground, and I'm worried he'll hurt himself, or my computer. I find myself chatting with a really, really experienced player who seems to be taking a bath. I brush against the bath curtain before I realize this is very creepy and wrong, and rush away before he figures out who it was. Weird!

I'm back in line in the cafeteria, and now they are in the middle of closing up, and taking away all the desserts. But that's OK, since I only wanted to grab another glass of milk, anyway. I move on to the auditorium, where I learn that we already missed the business meeting. They also tell me they overbooked the convention, and have no more program guides showing what classes will be where. I think they are joking however, as Joe White is sorting through a stack of them. He gives me one and I ask for a second one for Dale.

Joe tells me he will be giving the first class, and Don Caldwell and Gilbert Adams are arguing loudly about which one of them will be giving a private lecture on Sunday (more a Twist and Shout thing than an FCM thing) and are pranking each other with balloon gags. I'm just glancing around at a few of the balloon sculptures from the jam room.