non-lucid

Lights shone from the side of a bus window warms my body.

There is none of the usual hubbub,
But only silence exists in this suburb city,
The bus is driving without a driver,
Heading to a place unknown.

I am the last person to stand on this earth.

I stepped off from the driverless bus
Only to find a bubble gum machine
Filled with rainbow coloured balls.

Everything feels like……Charlie and the Chocolate factory.

Long shadows overlap my view,
I turn to see…… two giraffes.
This definitely must be a dream.

I am perplexed
For I never had a dream as awake as this one.

One of the smaller giraffes blankly stares at my eyes.
What do giraffes sound like?
Awkward silence fills the atmosphere.

Fluffy fur ~ So Cuuute ~~~ ♥

The black eyes twinkled with moisture
Reminding me….. …..

Just then
Clumsy footsteps with clouds of dust,
Notify its presence

I turn to see a herd of humans……?
Darwin’s way of human evolution
Stares at me for a long time.

Are they waiting…… who…… me?

Date: 27/06/2012
Place: My own bed
Time of getting into bed: 12.48am

Dream 1 - non lucid - 2.24am
Me and my partner, 'N,' are getting motorbike lessons. N falls off the bike and hurts his foot quite badly. The teacher is nice to me, but very strict and uncaring with N. There is a small child nearby, and suddenly he / she clings to my arms, and will not let go. I try gently to remove the child, but the child won't budge.

Dream 2 - non lucid - 8.52am
My notes here are terrible, I can barely read them!
We are at a music concert / festival in the middle of a field. The field is empty apart from us and a small group of people, we are 'waiting' for something. I do remember waiting for an awfully long time. The feeling is that we don't know what we are waiting for, but it is supposed to be big. Like a famous person or something. Suddenly a few people are running towards a makeshift hut, which has queues leading in. There are star wars posters around and people start saying it is an actor from star wars appearing. My friend S is running towards the hut, as she is huge star wars fan (and in the dream she is wearing a star wars Tshirt) I stay where I am. Then, a giant inflatable slide appears in the shape of a tongue, at the top of the tongue where the mouth should be, a big inflatable gorilla head pops out, and from it's mouth lots of people start emerging, and sliding down the slide. The people are all good looking, wearing very little amounts of clothing, and what they are wearing is neon pink. They all slide down to join us, who are cheering, but then nothing happens. They just sort of hang around and wait with us. I notice I am wearing a neon pink babygro, and start to take it off. However I am naked underneath so put it back on.

Dream 2 - non lucid - 10.08am
I considered WILDing, but my partner kept snoring so I got angry and just went to sleep.
I am in a low budget hotel room. I am laying in the single bed, alone. A dog comes in, which I seem to recognise. It is a HUGE dog, maybe a rottweiler? It jumps on the bed on top of me, and licks my face. Although it is scarily massive, it is very friendly and I stroke it for some time. I vaguely remember someone disturbing me by coming into the room??

I consider this all one dream, although it could have been several;

Next I am back in one of my old childhood bedrooms. My little sister is with me, as is my partner N. I am taking some tablets to get high. As I am taking them, I find some other tablets which are a different colour. I decide to try one of these too to see what it does. I take 1 of each. I try to put the remaining tablets into a pill box, but it hard to get them to fit, so I have to squeeze them in. (I'm sure Freud would have something to say about this ) For some reason, I decide to put some in my mouth, but not eat them, just store them there. One of the tablets splits in my mouth, and the insides pour into my mouth. I know worry that I've had too much and will OD. I try to scrape out the stuff that has spilt into my mouth, but I am not doing so well. I decide to flush it out with water, so I find a 2 litre bottle that has water in it, and I pour it into my mouth, rinse, and then spit it out the window. I panic that my mum, who is in the living room below, will see the water going past the window and come up to check on me. However I have no choice, so I keep spitting. I also wash my hands clean with the last of the water.
Eventually we decide to leave, and go to our hotel room. Due to the fact I have been messing around with water and tablets I haven't had chance to get a shower or get changed, so I set off in my PJ's, and decide I will get a shower when I get there. N tells me we are going to a different hotel room this time, as we have been upgraded to the posh bit. We walk there, me with a heavy backpack on. We notice the change between the 'budget' side of the hotel and the 'posh' side. Suddenly everything is blue, clean and very nicely decorated. There is a bar along the left, with ashtrays on it. I tell my sister to put out her cigarette because we are in the posh bit now, she argues at first but after seeing how posh the place is, she agrees and puts it out in one of the ashtrays. We walk past a lounge area, with footstools and sofas, and lights in the floor. We turn right, past a blue pool table and through a door to the hotel rooms.

***NOTEWORTHY***
I have riden a scooter type bike for a few years now
When N tried riding my bike in waking life a year or so ago, he did actually fall off, but wasn't hurt
Dream sign appears again
Don't know is S really likes Starwars or not
Im not a huge starwars fan, but it's ok
I occasionally take a pill at parties with friends

I am sitting in some large auditorium of a university I suppose. There are maybe 300 students there at the moment. I am sitting towards the back on the right. Two girls sitting in the front are particularly pretty and I want to talk to them. So I come closer and start chatting. They are really friendly, standing close to me, touching me and all that flirty moves. "nice" I think to myself.
Then I go to a dentist. It is a new one, have never been to this one before. Coincidently one of the girls is working for him as a nurse or assistant. He is a jung man in a white coat. I sit in the chair and open my mouth. I am not a big fan of dentists, but my last experiences with dentists were good. He comes colorer and starts running around in my mouth with the drill. It feels like he is drilling here and there...."shit" I think to myself. I pull back and shout "what are you doing?" He looks at me confused. Well his techniques seems to me rather chaotic. I tell him that I don't want him to drill anything as by now I am scared to let him do anything in my mouth.... as I have a feeling that he is not very experienced. He seems offended. HA! I ask him to check the dark spot on one of my teethes. He takes than kind of needle ended tool and digs right into it. KRACK!!!! I feel that something went wrong. I feel that part of something landed on my tongue. Instantly I know that it is part of my tooth that he was doffing in. I run my tongue over it and feel that maybe half of my tongue is broken off!!! I go mad!! I start shouting and swearing on the dentist. What an idiot!!
Next I am in some social situation. It could easily be the auditorium again. I am still going on about the stupid dentist, talking to my friends and some other people. I see the two girls that I spoke to before and that were so flirty with me. To my shock I see these girls being all over the dentist who is there as well. It seems like they are together or something. These girls then act extra bitchy, as if they were doing all that just to upset me or make me jealous. "Whatever" I think to myself.

The dream started out with me and a bunch of my friends on some island (pretty sure it was Isla Sorna from Jurassic Park).

We were all armed with strange looking weapons. We walked through some tall grass and found a dead dinosaur. We heard a deep growl, and then a fucking Tyrannosaurus Rex lifts his head up. It was very similar to how they found the t-rex in Jurassic Park 3.

It looked somewhat like this:


The T-rex that I saw was slightly larger, and darker in color. It also looked more angry and pissed off than curious as to why we were there. The area that we saw it was also slightly different, and we were to the right of it.

He didn't look very happy. None of us knew how to use our weapons (because they weren't like ordinary guns or anything I've seen before). The T-rex got up and started roaring and walking towards us (I guess it was his territory, the area smelled like piss), so we were all scared as hell. I look down at my hands and suddenly I'm holding an X-Box controller. For some reason, I hit the pause button and the t-rex stopped, and everything turned green (like everything was night vision). I scrolled down to the last option on the pause menu, and I couldn't read what it said, but I knew that the last option was usually "quit". So I pressed it.

Next thing I know, I'm in my house. More specifically my laundry room. I had no recollection of the Tyrannosaurus. I was just upset because I couldn't find my clothes. I looked in the dirty clothes basket and noticed that all of the clothes that I owned were in there, wet, and stained red. I found a tooth the size and basic shape of a banana in there, similar to that of a t-rex.

Crazy dream, pretty scary, but I wouldn't consider it a nightmare.

I can only remember some parts of this dream. I remember seeing an old friend named Trinh. She was younger than me but I still liked her. Me and Trinh were friends in the dream and talked to each other even though we never actually met in real life. Sometimes I would hold her hand and spend most of my time with her. She was a friend of Quynh, so I wasn't sure why I fell in love with Trinh instead. Sometimes the dream would get depressing whenever I was around my house. For example, I was at my backyard having a good time spending time with her. But the more time I spent with her, the more I felt sad. I'm thinking it could be because I just ended our friendship and might not ever get to see her again. I sometimes kissed her lips and felt so much love for her. However, after the dream progressed, she started to literally die away. Sooner or later, she turned to a dead body. I was sad and feared for my life that she was dead. I loved her so much in this dream. I carried her dead body as if she was still alive with me and tried to give her body comfort. We were in the front of my house and I decided to take her body inside. I held on to her and carried her through the living room. I saw my dad in the living room and he seemed to be having a good time but paid no attention to the dead body I was holding. I then carried Trinh over to my room and laid her on the bed. I slowly comforted her head and kissed her one more time on the lips. I moved back a few steps and before I knew it, she turned in to a stuffed animal. Then I woke up.

I guess it’s true that you are getting stronger in a jail.

Soooo boring…..
I’ve been sleeping half a day
(That is 12 hours, 720 minutes, 43200 seconds of sleep) x 3 days ~!!!!

Tormented with rambling thoughts
I decided to train my weakening muscles and dispersing mentality
Sit ups become handstands to push ups.

2167, 2168, 2169 …… he he
Now that I think of it… it’s sooo nice in here without any harm…

Eh?
Disturbed mind disturb a motion.

“Hm… two thousand nine hundred thirteen…?”
I must have murmured this out loud, for all of sudden an old speaker on the wall starts to creak
Then NEET, lazy voice of panda leisurely says

“It’s two thousand eight hundred and forty, ass-hole.”
I startled and stumbled to the back
And heard some more mumbling over the speaker

Probably a mouth full of sugar coated cheese cake …
I am positively sure that his blood is made out of sugar.
Sweet treat for mosquitoes.
May you be blessed with them, Amen.

Comes to think of it…… wait a sec… … you

“Not a stalker.”
So you mind read now? Then…

“Simple thinking pattern, once in every 0.84 seconds, do the math.”

I agree
............“Is… is that so…”
.....................................reluctantly.

Can’t figure what this stupid genius is thinking.

“Same here”

I REALLY don’t like him.

<-- Detective L, the Panda

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One icy winter night,
I questioned her around the corner where even cars scarcely drive.

It is upsetting to admit this,
But she hears my words one ear to another.

Giving a hollow snort and empty smirk,
She blankly stares at some unknown place.

“Ever been into a bottomless pit?”
Orange street lights shone her side,
Hiding the other half of her sorrow.

“No I just… you’re keep getting hur…….t”
A black car passes, leaving its red light on her.

“Don’t you dare.”
Like a knife chopping a vegetable,
She looks straight into my eyes and firmly says

“E.v.e.r.”

With her conclusion,
She takes a deep breath and jumps from the rail road.
Like always, showing her back to my side,
She goes far away to a place I do not know.

What is the burden you carry on your small back?
The question dims with the white steam of breath.

“There is no exit.”
She seems to be self-mocking her own fault.

This was merely a fragment of a dream, though it was quite... disturbing to remember when I woke up in the morning.

The Man Who Tore His Own Mouth Off

I don't remember where or when this dream originally took place. It seemed like a futuristic grotto of sorts, filled with large, sci-fi buildings and greenery hanging from the sides of those buildings. Though, I remember only one thing; a man. He was of white skin color, had black hair, was of a fat and round build and wore an open gray hoodie with a yellow t-shirt underneath, and baggy gray jeans. He looked pretty standard anyways. I was told by what I thought was my brother that this was a video that I had to watch, and it wasn't really a video. It seemed to be in the same futuristic place. He began opening his mouth manually with his hands, as if he couldn't do it on his own or something. Though, it soon became apparent that he was about to inflict some serious self-harm on himself, and on purpose, too. He opened until it was wide enough, though seemingly emotionless to the whole act. Not a peep or an expression of joy or pain. He stuck a hand in his mouth, and did what I wouldn't have ever expected. He began trying to pull out his lower jaw, and I began to see it come out of his mouth. I covered most of the view with my hand, save for his eyes, though being in a dream, I could see through my hand. He pulled out the lower row of teeth he had, and threw it on the ground without any protest. He then gripped his upper jaw, and did the impossible. He was going to tear out his whole maw, lips and all. I watched it, the blood beginning to flow, and I felt horrible. It soon was halfway out, and the mouth was like a funnel shaped organ as it came out of a blank hole in his head, and once the mouth was out, it was a tube connected to a smaller one in a hole. He began to show some serious pain, and his eyes began to water with tears. He then somehow yelled out "It hurts!" in perfect tone, like his mouth was still there, though it was still being held in the man's hand. I don't remember what happened next, but it was certainly disheartening.

I fell back asleep eventually and had more dreams, yay! But I woke up hours ago and forgot most of my details, so this will probably be much less detailed than usual.

Dream One: I'm watching some videos on youtube where a girl is attacking my character and saying all these awful things about how I can't lead people and I'm not strong enough to run for class president or something. Then she goes on and on about how I suck at organization and if I'm elected I would ruin their class council. I'm sitting with a blond guy, and at first I'm pretty upset that this chic is dissing me, but then I realize it's actually pretty funny. I don't want to be Class President, and I'm not sure how I got put on the ballet. I'm not campaigning or anything, so I'm pretty sure no one will think to vote for me and I'd lose by default. But this chic apparently feels so threatened by me, she's basing her entire campaign on smearing me instead of making herself look good... and that tactic just shows what a bad person she is. Personally, I'd vote for her opponent just because she's being so mean and horrible, I wouldn't want someone like that representing me. The guy is laughing with me about it all, but he offers the insight that she's the one who put me on the ballet because it would give her a chance to publicly make me look bad. Apparently she's jealous that we're hanging out or something.

Dream Two: There's a voice coming from a chimney, a storm raging outside. The voice claims to be a faerie and it's shouting that evil faeries are trying to get in from the storm and I have to keep them out! The voice starts screaming there are leprechauns in the attic, and my grandma rushes upstairs to run them out, but she doesn't see any. I'm looking all over and I don't see any. SO I get curious about this voice, and it turns out to be a woman hiding in the chimney. She tells me she's channeling the voice of the leprechaun and speaking his words not her own, but I find this hard to believe and part of me thinks she's crazy. I wake up feeling bad for thinking someone was crazy just because I can't see what she can.

Dream Three: I walk into a house with my husband, but the lights are dim and the place is a total mess. It's like what you'd expect College kids to be living in, lol. There are two guys chilling out in there. One has a beanie on and his hair is too short to show under it. The other is also wearing a beanie but he has long curly black hair that's longer than mine has ever been, halfway down his back and so thick and frizzy it's crazy! My husband is talking to the short haired one about getting a tattoo, but the short haired one seems pretty intoxicated. I don't think it's a good idea, but my husband asks for it anyways. I wonder off and run into the long haired guy, he shows me a tattoo he has of a lady bug, and it's actually not all girly like you'd think. I think it's pretty cool, but my husband calls me back to the shirt haired guy, and I hold my husbands hand while short haired dude starts to give him a tattoo of a star on his elbow. Only the short haired dude is so drunk or stoned or both, that he just makes a big inky squiggly line. My husband freaks out because a tattoo is permanent and this guy has made a permanent mess of his arm! The guy with long hair tells him he should have listened to his hot wife, and then offers to try and fade it. He takes us into the kitchen and puts some sort of creme on it. Then we realize my husband's hand is covered in ink, and so are his feet! He's been leaking inky foot prints everywhere he walked. I freak out and start apologizing, but the long haired due tells me to relax, they've already stained the carpets up real bad, they don't mind a couple more, it makes it look like art! Then I wake up.

This is a dream I would pay money to remember in exact detail. It was very vivid, gritty, emotional, and at times completely irrational. Again, I want to blame something for my poor recall. So I mention this is additional support for my theory that: irrational dreams are especially forgettable. At the end of the dream things got super weird and my recall of those events is very spotty.

A detailed beginning is completely forgotten:

I was in a very old, run down, poorly light blue, futuristic indoor complex. It was large and imposing but looked darkened and vacant. I was determined to release a group of people from some kind of stasis prison. I seemed to know exactly where to go. I used some kind of stealth device to sneak into a giant room filled with rows of beds with wavy metal gates. I would say at least 60-people in rows stacked to the ceiling were in this large medical-like room.

In the middle of the room, off to one side against the wall was a brightly (white) illuminated bed. The guard I was sneaking up on was laying on it with a blanket trembling with fear. I was going to knock him out when I noticed he was fixated on a point deeper into the room. When I looked I saw what he saw.. It was a ghost. A cloudy looking young man with an outstretched arm walking towards him in a distressed looking manner. I remember thinking, what are the odds I would come to release these people and a ghost would show up?

There was a panel on the guards bed with an orange LED on it. I twisted the knob and all the bed grates began to slowly lower at the same time. The guard saw me when my stealth wrinkled. He was so terrified by the apparition he made no attempt to stop me.

Things go completely hazy at this point...

Next thing I know I am about to enter a "very" haunted area of the complex. I had a powerful high-tech camera with a large screen that allowed me to see in the dark. It was not the ugly green infrared look, it was a pale blue display and it was strikingly clear. When I looked without the camera, everything was almost pitch black. The hall was at least 20ft wide, went forward about 15ft leading to a small set of two or three stairs to a split-level hall leading to the left. The hall had many doors. I remember heavy dust in the air. Long rips in the carpets and clawed looking walls. It was much, much older and worn down than the rest of the complex.

No sooner had I taken a few steps down the hall when I saw a flare of light on the camera. Then, a terrible sounding groaning noise started down the hall and two shabby looking ghosts turned the corner heading towards me. I put down the camera and looked. I saw nothing but I could hear the weird, disturbing moaning getting closer.

This was too much. I hurried out of the hall the way I came. I shut the wooden doors behind me. I could still hear the moaning getting closer. I was standing in a bustling police station. Apparently, the "haunted wing" of the police station had been condemned... I announced, "Two ghosts are following me." Everyone reacted with irritation. I stepped away from the door and turned around. I could see the broken yellow police tape on the door.

To my shock, the two homeless looking ghosts appeared in front of the door looking at me. I heard men yell with fear in the station. Somebody shot some kind of energy weapon that exploded sparks of light everywhere and one ghost vanished.

At this point the dream gets very irrational and unstable. There was some weird thing about shooting a boot. A large plastic shotgun. And some huge super cop that could out perform everyone in the station, including me. I'm almost certain he "took out" the first ghost , and, took out the second ghost in a spectacular way which replayed/repeated like a sports highlight. --Then I woke up.

Note: This dream has many common elements/dream signs: police, prison, desolate future, undead, LCD, and long halls. Even the poorly recalled super cop seemed like a trickster.

Was being in a in an animal shelter.

Found myself waking up just before 5 AM and decided to try attempting a WILD. I relaxed my body, laid very still, and started counting backwards from 100. I saw some HI and I'm fairly certain I managed to get into SP. But I was still very much aware of my body, thanks to the pets sleeping on the bed with me. And the HI eventually trailed off without any sort of dream. After about an hour (I could hear the clock chiming downstairs), I gave up. Of course, I ended up slipping into non-lucid dreams not long after giving up my awareness.

I'm on the upper level of an unfamiliar house. It seems that one of Dad's friends cannot sell the house and needs someone to occupy it. I'm going to take a bedroom that once belonged to the guy's daughter, who was a friend of mine. It's a square-shaped room, smaller than my own bedroom. The walls are painted light blue. There's a bed on the wall across from the door, and two cots on either side. Otherwise, there's no other furniture. The beds aren't made, but instead there's sheets and blankets spread on top. It almost looks like whoever was staying there didn't really care. I start collecting all the sheets to throw in the wash. One of them is actually from a set I own. I'm a little puzzled to see it here because I remember deciding not to use it at home. As I get to the bottom of the sheets, I find a pile of poop on top of the mattress! I am absolutely horrified anyone could have been sleeping on this mess. I dispose of the poop. The bedding is piled on the floor, ready to go downstairs into the washer. I'm also determined to flip the mattress over so I can sleep on the "clean" side.

The next room has floral print wallpaper, a desk with an old computer, and a computer monitor that has been installed inside the wall. The computer is an old Apple IIGS. Amazingly, it still runs, but as it boots up, I'm surprised to see it running Windows 95.

I head downstairs, but oddly enough, I'm now in my own house. Someone is in the kitchen, playing with the knives in the knife block. He takes my chef's knife and bends it like it's a piece of aluminum. I'm furious! I start yelling at him about how it's the only knife I like to use.

There's a commotion near the front door. I leave the kitchen and look outside. There's a truck that's pulled up in the driveway. For some reason, I believe that they're here to take away my satellite television. Somehow, I have an iPod in my hand full of illegal video downloads. I have to hide it before they find my downloads! Luckily, some sort of barrier pops up blocking anyone from seeing me from the window.

I move into the laundry room to add something to the washer, but it's full. I realize it must be all those sheets from the other house, of course. The door to the garage is slightly open, and I see there's light on the other side. That shouldn't happen unless the garage itself is open. I take a look and find that the TV guys are in the garage, wanting to come in to get the TV.

in the dream, it is like i'm watching something- or i
i am in another dream inside it. there are 4 people
who go to a temple with the intention of stealing
something from it. it is dusk and everyone leaves.
The lamp is still lit and I consciously say
'ohm' in my dream, with the vibration reverberating
thruoghout my body. I feel the entire universe in
the sound- the mountains, the seas, the land and life.

they stay inside the temple. Next morning the poojari
comes- who is actor 'innocent'. and everyone but one
person of the four is caught. There is terror
in the face of the assailant. Then shows the backside
of the temple and that same light of the previous
evening.

The light, the temple and the area around it turns
into one huge sketch, as if drawn by me.
I am in an apartment with students and families
and there is a stationary shop in the 2nd floor. Here
there is a room where people keep their personal things
like clothes, food, books etc.

I steal my school friend Nikhils clothes and food.
I feel the fear of getting caught and Immediately
sandeep my college friend comes and he tells
nikhil. The next scene is nikhil coming in the room.
I am shocked, with terror in my face. But I admit I
was wrong. And I will not do it and I return
everything to which he denies- he says take it.
I apologize. And at that moment, I did an RC.
I understood it was a dream, felt a kind of excitement
and the dream went blank- black screen.

I saw some light and I thought I had opened my eyes and
the time was 7 in the morning but when I really
opened my eyes a moment after, it was still dark,
possible 5 in the morning. And It was 5 in the morning.

Italic Text = Personal Thoughts
Normal Text = Non-Lucid Segment
Light Purple Text = Partially Lucid Segment
Purple Text = Lucid Segment

I was a prisoner in this castle, the dream started with plotting an escape with another prisoner. We ran out of the castle and across these thin stone blocks suspended above a ravine, as we stepped on the thin stone blocks they began to crack so standing on them for too long wasn't an option. We ran across them as quickly as possible until we came to a more solid stone block where we planned what to do next.

Nearby there was this machine of sorts spinning at high speed consistently. We figured that if we managed to jump on this machine we could launch ourselves from it up and over the castle walls. Things turned slightly insane here. We leapt on the machine and propelled ourselves, one at a time, to try and get over the wall. With each failed attempt we seemed to reset back to the beginning and we were able to try again.

Soon enough, I managed to land on the castle walls and I thought it'd be a simple task of just hopping over the other side, but there was another wall preventing me from doing so on this end. To get to the other end of the castle wall involved trying to get through a blockade of heavy stones that were swinging relentlessly back and forth across it.

I jumped back over the edge of the wall and rappelled along the side. After almost getting hit by the swinging stones, I made it across to the other side. I was cheering at the prisoner who was with me, who was still failing at his attempts to get up here. Little did I know the side of the wall that I rappelled to was actually a guard tower.

I was re-captured and then I had a scene change. Next thing I know I'm again with the other prisoner who I was trying to escape with, performing kitchen duty. We apparently hadn't eaten for days and we were both starving so we sneakily stole some of the leftover food and took it back to our room. To our surprise, after finishing our shift the head of the kitchen staff praised us for our good work and handed us a huge plate of food as thanks. We rapidly tried to hide the stolen food as the guy brought the food into our room and we somehow got away with it.

Another scene change to after we finished eating, and I noticed that with the food we got given was a Christmas Cracker, despite it not being Christmas. I pulled it open regardless just to see what was inside. At this point my roommate left and the whole scene seemed to shift from the castle prison room area to a room in my house. I pulled out a pair of green sunglasses from the Christmas Cracker and decided I wanted to try them on.

I looked in a nearby mirror and took off my normal eyeglasses, then looked in the mirror again and I was completely confused when I could still see perfectly and the glasses were still on my face. I held my hand up and touched the area of my face where my glasses were supposed to be and felt nothing. I rubbed it a bit to make sure and when I took my hand away it looked as if I had "erased" an area of the glasses. I'm completely spun out and I have no idea what's happening.

I held my hands up and finally realised that it was a dream after seeing that I have short, stubby fingers. I recall going to sleep after attempting a WILD despite the ridiculously long dream that occurred before this. I walk into a nearby bedroom in my house, all of the bedsheets are on the floor and for some reason my friend is making the bed. The dream is ridiculously vivid here and I have to remind myself it's a dream.

I decide to talk to my friend, as conversations in my dreams are quite rare. I say "Hey", and without once looking at me my friend says "You know you aren't awake yet? I want to make your bed." -- This shocks me, but I continue the conversation with "I know, I'm in a lucid dream."

Some more conversation later that I don't really recall, only that my friend is really cold towards me and also seems to be incredibly witty, a personality that she doesn't share in real life. I'm interested by how different the dream personality is.

I decide to check out my bedroom, I thought that maybe I would be able to see myself sleeping if my dream character stated that I wasn't awake yet. I opened the door and sure enough, there I am laying there. It was really surreal and I wasn't quite sure what to make of it. The copy of me laying down in the bed opens his eyes and starts staring at me, before lifting himself up into a sitting position. We're both staring at each other now and I have no idea what's really happening, I don't completely understand how I could be in two places at once.

The dream starts to become fuzzy here, I think we start some brief conversation and I walk up to him but at one point I think I close my eyes for some reason and when I open them again I'm awake and laying in bed.

I lay still for a few minutes, trying to re-enter the dream with DEILD and while I feel the vibrations sweep over me I don't seem to be able to re-enter. I think because of my head being all over the place trying to figure out what just happened, or maybe because it was so late into my sleep cycle that I couldn't fall asleep again that easily.

my mom or i was putting together items to represent the 10 commandments, but there may have been more than 10
(this is all i can remember, i find that recently religion has worked its way into my dreams.)