non-lucid

dream 1 - I'm in a Smart car with my brother and dad. my dad drive the car and he goes into the ocean O_O
I recognize the background that we're in Hawaii.
we drive on the square logs floating on the ocean. when we crossed it after, I get off the car and go into the water to confirm something on the logs.
the water is emerald bright, but something like wood chips and dirty little things are floating on the surface of water...

dream 2 - I'm in comic class doing some kind of group project with my friends. I am tiding something, and this one guy got annoyed from me for some reason, so I'm mad, saying 'what? what's with you? do you have something against me?' and then he gets a little scared lol
I see 2 men infront of me, talking about my business talent(??) to scout me! wth?

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

It was night. I was at the top of a steep hill, probably in a suburban neighborhood. I was with a few other people, probably my age or younger. A few lights lit our field of view, more like a car's headlights than streetlights.

Something was wrong with my female friend H. At one of my other female friends' request, to make H feel better, I was embracing her from behind and rubbing her chest.

I was probably rubbing the outsidde of H's shirt. But the shirt, some kind of tan tank-top, was so thin that I could feel H as if I were touching her skin. H's chest was flat, but she had huge nipples.

The way I was rubbing H was really turning her on. But she was attributing the sensations I was giving her to my other female friend. Pretty soon H had the female friend rubbing her chest up against H's chest. Both women had really flat chests.

H was now either wearing or not wearing a dress. The dress was a vanilla-yellow, sleeveless baby-doll type dress, with a bunchy top and a slightly belled-out, knee-length skirt. The dress was made out of a fabric like soft terry cloth. It had a zipper running up the back. H now either took this dress off or put it on.

Dream #2

I may have been standing all by myself out in the desert, possibly near or right under the gas pump island of a gas station. I may possibly have been talking to someone in my head.

I was a man, probably a soldier. I wore a light brown or tan uniform. Sometimes I was black, sometimes Latino, and sometimes white.

I was telling the person in my head about having been in the CIA mind control program MK-ULTRA. At the same time, I was remembering bits and pieces of my time there, as a subject.

After having been a subject, I'd had my memory erased. But bits and pieces of my time there kept coming back to me. As they did, I would be more inspired to look for more information regarding what had happened to me in the program.

I knew I'd been tortured in the program. But I only had very vague memories of it. Most of my memories seemed to revolve around sheets of paper with a lot of small writing and bar codes written on them.

My attempts to look into my experiences may have involved looking for more papers like this. But as I searched for more information, I was increasingly harrassed. People may even have come after me and started torturing me again, then re-erasing my memory.

I told the person in my head, a woman, that it was terrible to know this stuff was happening to me. I could start to see, everywhere in the environment, where things were put up to reinforce the brainwashing I'd been tortured into receiving.

Even the smallest thing could hold a sinister message. I was apparently still working for the military. I saw myself walking down a hallway, then passing a beige-painted pipe with a caution sticker on it.

The sticker had a few different bar codes on it, around its border and in a little square in the body, in the upper right hand corner of a lot of fine-print caution text. I knew that my mind had been trained to read these bar codes instinctively. Each bar code was a small statement, reinforcing my brainwashing.

I told the woman in my head that what was even worse was that almost everybody else around me was brainwashed, too. But most people were brainwashed simply to dislike the people who had been used as subjects for MK-ULTRA, to ostracize them.

I said that at first it wasn't so bad. But as time went on, the environment became so full of these people that it was too painful to go anywhere.

I imagined myself walking into the gas station. The man behind the counter treated me nicely at first. But it was almost like some kind of infra-red bar code scanner, placed up in a corner of the ceiling of the store, activated.

Suddenly, I could tell, the man behind the counter was getting the feeling he didn't like me. He was trying, still, to act polite. But it was obvious he was beginning to feel very uncomfortable around me, and that he just wanted me out of the store.

I was standing somewhere in the dark, rubbing my forehead and eyes in misery. I was telling the woman in my head how miserable it was to have this feeling pervade the environment everywhere I went.

The woman asked me if there wasn't some way I could destroy all the reinforcing equipment that had been put up in all these places around me.

I was standing back out in the desert, in the daytime, by the gas station. I told the woman, "No. I could destroy everything. But they have so much extra stuff underground. It wouldn't be any use. They'd just put it all right back."

I imagined some kind of diagonal elevator shaft leading way down underground, to some kind of big hangar or warehouse-type area, with a lot of different-colored pipes, people working, and bright white, fluorescent lights. This was probably where all the equipment was manufactured and stored.

Dream #3

My female friend MW, who IWL works and lives at a wildlife preserve in Nevada, was visiting New York. I was living in something like a dorm room. But MW was staying with me.

It was daytime. We were in my room, which was lit by a bit of natural light coming in through the window. We were both on my bed, a pretty small bed. MW was sitting cross-legged near the head of the bed. I was laying on my stomach, my head toward the head of the bed.

At the foot of the bed, a TV was playing an episode of The Chronic Rift (a community access TV pop-culture discussion show from the 1990s, the episodes of which are now available online). I had been trying to introduce MW to this show. But I was now only half interested. And MW was flipping through some photographs.

I now had to go somewhere else, probably to work. I left MW alone for the day. But as I sat at work (or wherever) I realized that I had left MW without any keys. She'd obviously leave my room. But she'd have to leave it unlocked. There was no way she could lock it.

I got a little worried. I tried to justify things to myself. I was trying to remember if there weren't some kind of minor, automatic lock on my door, like a doorknob that always locks from the inside. But I was pretty sure this wasn't the case.

I knew that if I left wherever I was to catch up with MW and give her my keys, it would take a lot of time out of my day. And I didn't want to look bad for taking all that time out of my day. But I thought it was probably more important for me to find MW and give her my keys, so that she could lock my door.

I now saw a photograph of MW, as she stood in front of the house she was living in during her work for the wildlife preserve. MW wore a red-pink t-shirt, khaki-colored hiking pants, a backpack, and a baseball cap.

MW stood at the curb of an asphalt road. Just behind MW was the start of a sandstone flagstone path that went up a shallow slope. The slope was like a lawn, but it had tan gravel, clumps of wild grass, and cacti, instead of the conventional green turf.

At the top of the slope was a small house made out of rough-hewn, but slim, sandstone slabs -- almost like horizontal flagstones, all piled on top of each other. The house looked just like a suburban house, except that it was made out of the sandstone slabs, which gave it a weird look.

Dream #4

I may have been talking in my head, again with my friend MW. We may have been talking about where MW came from.

I knew MW came from Michigan. I saw a map of the United States and Canada. My vision was mostly focused on the northern, central part of the United States, the Great Lakes region. The map almost, really, looked like a satellite view of the United States -- but it was as if the United States were completely covered in snow -- even the Great Lakes!

I was trying really hard to remember where Michigan was. I felt at first like it must have been to the west of the Great Lakes. But I then felt like it must have been right in the middle of all the lakes, squeezed in between two of the more northern-extending lakes. I remembered that Michigan looked like a mitten. So I kept trying to find a mitten-shaped state.

I was now in a commercial jet, apparently, with MW. But we were both looking down to the ground from the plane through some kind of window or plexiglass structure in the floor.

We were at cruising altitude, i.e., about 10,000 meters. But the view was really like we were only 100 meters or so above the ground. We were also floating in one static position.

The view was of a snow-covered pine forest, with a road running through the forest. The road was pretty lonely. But a few cars did occasionally pass along it. The forest seemed dense in most places. But there were some empty spots, like clearings for very small ranches or farms. The extension of a small, wooden fence may even have been visible. It was still snowing, too.

MW and I spoke a little bit more about MW's hometown. We were floating very close to it right now. I told MW I wondered if we couldn't just go to MW's house for a little while.

But MW said it would take too much time. We'd planned to meet here. We couldn't go away from this spot. MW was talking as if we were on the ground, at an airport, with a long time between flight connections. But we didn't have enough time to leave the airport altogether.

MW and I looked away from the window. I saw the interior of the plane very vaguely, as if I were still half-looking out the window. But the plane looked like a nice private jet, with light-tan leather upholstery for the seats, and even for the walls!

MW and I spoke for a bit about how we'd planned to meet here. I knew I'd flown to this area in one commercial plane. MW had flown here in another plane, probably this one. At some point, when the planes were in proximity, I moved from one to the other.

I now started thinking to myself about all of this. At first I thought this was because the two planes had docked with each other. I thought I had come through some sort of little docking tunnel.

But then it became apparent that what I'd probably done was teleport myself from the plane I'd been on to the plane that MW was on.

As I was thinking about all this, my view drifted back down to the view of the ground. But then my view seemed to drift even farther out, up so that I could even see up along the fuselage of the plane, into the snowy, grey sky.

Blackout
I walked into my school's gym. It was pretty dark, but there were people inside. They were watching a movie on a projector I think. Avoiding them, I walked all the way around the gym to a small, dim room, only illluminated by one light bulb. There were about 3 kids in there. They crouded around a small crate. I pushed my way through, and looked into the crate. I saw cokes inside it. Mainly Mountain Dew (what mainly they looked like) and Diet Coke. A teacher was beside me now. She picked up a Dr. Pepper off of the floor that fell out of the crate and handed it to me. She told me that she thought I might of liked it better. I nodded.
We had to pay for the cokes, but I didn't, and the teacher never caught me.

Now I was inside our school's high school hallway. I can't remember which room I was in, or what I was doing, but I do remember that there was a black out in that part of the school. I remember seeing a flashlight earlier in one of the rooms, but I ignored that and felt my way to the end of the hall. For some reason, a random room down the hall's lights never went out.

When I found my way to the lunch room, there were 2 people in there. It was dark in here as well, but a single fluorescent light bulb flashed in the far left corner. I told them that someone shut off the lights in the high school hallway, and we need to find out who it is. I remember walking outside with them through the back doors in the lunch room. It was light out now. There was a tree where there was never one, right where we came outside. I think we just stood there, and waited. I remember a picture of us kneeling on a brick step, with the leaves falling all around us, looking into a window.

Now we headed back inside through the way we came. All of the lights were turned on now. I talked to one of the girls with me and we ran to the high school hallway. There was a ton of kids there. The library was open, but it wasn't a library in my dream. It looked like a little stage that popped out of the wall, that had a side door on top of it going into a closet of some type. And there were props on that stage. Also on the stage, were some guys snickering at us, and one looked familiar. I think he was in my class. They told me that they had my sister in this closet. Somehow, my friend turned into Sonic the Hedgehog! She grabbed me and ran into the closet. "She" was so fast that the guys didn't even notice we went inside. Now I was looking down into a bowl inside the closet, and saw a tiny, shining thing dancing around in it. Maybe struggling. I realized that it was my sister! It was so cool. I have no idea how she got into that form.

City Lights
We were on a sail boat. I think my cat was driving. Yes, I know it sounds weird, but she was a fantastic driver! She was a bit bigger (fatter) than a normal cat, and stood up like a human when she wanted to.

My mom and I were the passengers on this boat. When we got to a good spot on the water (we may have been in a river, but I remember boats being parked all around us), we looked up and saw the moon. It was so vivid and so clear, and very close. On the water, I saw shining lights dancing around the moon. It was a breathtaking scene.

I just remember blackness. Now my cat was driving a car, and me and my mom were coming along once again. She (cat) was driving in the city. We parked at a very tall mall building. When we went in, we were mesmerized by the first floor. Tons and tons of beautiful things, but so expensive. Each floor had a specific theme, and usually had cut out cardboard people to show excitement.

I can't remember which floor we were on, but I walked all the way to the end of the room and saw the cardboard cut outs. It was a family of four (mom, dad, sister, brother) all happy and smiling as they watched TV and played games in their living room.

We were on another floor now. I found a scarf, in which I tried on. It was bit too heavy to be a scarf, but it was pretty. It had green on the edges, and had sparkles that dotted the rest. I looked on the price tag, I can't remember the price, I just know that it was expensive.

Blackness. And now we were about to go on a high way. There were many cars coming, so we had to yield to them. My cat was still driving. A cop was standing obout 10 feet from us, with a grenade launcher mounted on his shoulder, aiming at us! I ducked. My mom told me that he did that because we weren't allowed to "park" there, in which we weren't, so he would try to shoot us with his grenade launcher. He looked pretty furious and he also looked like he didn't have the guts to do it. All of a sudden, my cat gets out of the car and now she's walking onto the high way, cars are screeching and turning trying not to hit her, but some fail. They graze her some, but she's alright.

The cop was still there. If I had become lucid, I would have took his grenade launcher and shot him in the face. I would have also saved my cat.

Today i only got one last scene of the night, my friend telling her mother that he had already done his swedish homework and sort of "poured" his homework on her making "klak klak" sound at same time.
Not much but atleast it was something.

12/06/2011
"Chocolate"

I was in the woods, but I believe I was only watching this dream; disembodied. It was a backwoods slasher-movie type of scenario, with this huge, hulking mutant of a hillbilly cannibal lumbering around in a filthy shack. I had seen more of this 'creature' - for lack of a better word - earlier on in the dream, but I don't remember very much. I know that he had a double-barrelled shotgun that he carried on him, at all times, and his house was pretty much just carelessly littered with the carcasses of his past victims. And that he was ugly, and that the only word he ever said throughout the dream was "chocolate", in a low, neanderthalic voice.

Before too long, there was a group of three hikers, who'd come up a trail that took them into this freakshow's area. They soon found themselves confronted by this monstrousity and abducted at gunpoint - thrown into cages and held until their new host decided that he was hungry. The room that they were being held in looked like a lion's den. The rotting remains of his 'left-overs' thrown carelessly all across the room. It was a disgusting sight, and the hikers knew that they had to try to and escape as soon as they could. At first, they could only see the gory, dismembered remains of those who were there before them, but it wasn't until later that they figured out their mutant captor was actually eating his victims. One of the hikers actually ended up being eaten, but I don't remember it. However I did find out that "chocolate" was what he refered to his victims as, while eating them.

The last thing I remember is that 2 of the hikers had made it out of the ordeal alive. The other was 'turned into chocolate' - meaning he was eaten. (Actually, it wasn't until writing this, that I realized how much the mutant's calling his victims 'chocolate' sounded so much like when Majin Buu was turning people into chocolate on Dragonball Z.) The remaining two had spent the last few minutes running for their lives, through the woods, and had stopped somewhere to breathe, thinking that they had lost their pursuer. I was watching them, sitting on a downed tree trunk, just beginning to relax after the hell they'd been through. Then, I heard the familiar grumble of the word "chocolate," and twin shotgun barrells raised up into my perspective, as if I was the one behind the trigger. There was a loud blast, and I watched one of the men explode, from his head to his ribcage - ripped open as if the shotgun blast had been a grenade that went off in his body. I had just enough time to see the man beside him flinch from the crimson explosion, before everything went black.

(Got some catching up to do. I actually just bought myself a 'sleep mask', because I figured a lot of my trouble with recall has to do with the fact that I'm waking up around noon now, usually, and light is always streaming into my room, interrupting my sleep. I've never slept with one of these sleep masks on, before, but I'm beginning to like it. My recall and lucid count has skyrocketted, in the past few days. I'm sure the melatonin and alternating doses of 5-HTP and B6 are probably helping. )

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12/04/2011
"Tactical Entrapment"

I was back in high school (maybe. At least it felt like high school), and some friends and I were talked into bringing out favorite weapons from home, for some kind of show and tell. We'd been told that it was perfectly fine, and we weren't going to get in trouble for it. Of course, as soon as we were about to start our presentations, the police busted into the classroom and apprehended us. We sure that we'd been sold out, and were going to be taken to jail, but they had other plans. They offered us a pardon, if we would be a part of a 'super-soldier' experiement and agree to be given a drug that was supposed to make us stronger and faster, after which, we would be properly trained for combat. Fighting what? I never found out. Even though they were police, they were very straight-forward about this procedure being completely illegal, but times were appearently desperate. There were others there with me, and we all took turns explaining what our skills were, if any. Not really just fighting skills, but what we were good at, in other areas of our lives. After this little 'getting to know you' session, we all eagerly took the experimental pills and began our training.

Later, we were all out battling in the middle of a desert. I remember 'scrolling up' to see a map of our area (as if pulling up the map on Skyrim), and seeing an icon of an enormous serpent, coming up in front of us. Shortly after, we reached the creature. I'd thought it was dead, because it just sat there, motionless, as we approached. After a certain distance, though, this huge beast sprang to life. It began slithering fluidly about the area, snapping at us with quick, powerful strikes and then burrowing away into the sand to strike from another angle. The last thing I remember is fleeing the scene, while a tangled knot of numerous, identical serpents writhed and tumbled itself around us in pursuit.

12/05/2011
"Halloween: Reincarnation"

I can't really peg whether this dream happened in an huge mansion, or a giant facility, like a factory or service area of a mall or something. I do remember that the place was crawling with supernatural creatures, from zombies to ghosts, and that the story centered around a mother and child that had something to do with a reincarnation of Michael Myers. I can't remember if they - combined - were supposed to be his reincarnated self, or maybe just one of them. In any case, I had to fight my way through all of these 'low-level' creatures, in order to finally get to them.

When I'd finally caught up to them, we were on the second floor of large room, like a lobby or a main hall. I had become lucid, somewhere during the chase, and was able to take out the mother without much problem - though I don't really remember doing it. The second floor railing had overlooked the first, and we had a short standoff near the banister, where she ended up falling over the railing to her death. The son, I remember perfectly. I'd picked him up by his collar. He'd been trying to stab me, before then, but really didn't pose all that much of a threat to me. I was still following the story line, though, so I felt obligated to get rid of the kid, somehow.

Not wanting to be too morbid about it, I simply tossed the kid off of the second floor balcony as well, compelled to follow him with my eyes, all the way to the bottom. I just wasn't quite sure how my dream would dictate the outcome of his fall. It was quite sickeningly realistic, though, with his neck snapping to one side as he landed headfirst on the first floor, next to his mother's body. My curiosity had been satisfied, but it made me a little remorseful. I didn't have time to dwell on it, though, as more of the creatures from before began to swarm around my position. Following the boy I'd just murdered, I jumped down from the second floor railing and landed on the first floor, bolting from the house, now that my mission had been done.

The last thing I remember while trying to escape is driving backward into a lake, and having to crawl out the window as the car began to fill with water. I don't believe I was lucid anymore, though, by this time.

12/02/2011
Dream One
"Trainhopping"

The first thing I remember is being on an elevated train. It felt kind of like a monorail, in that it was on a single-railed track, and distinctly had that 'theme park' feel to it. Somewhere along our trip, the train malfunctioned. It began to break down and lose speed, but I can't exactly remember the reason why. It was in this moment, when most of the people around me were reacting to the failing train, that I realized I was dreaming. Looking out the window nearest me, I could see another elevated track. Ahead, I could see another train speeding toward us, on the parrallel railing that sat a couple-dozen yards away from ours. Even in this short period of time, I could see that the train was moving insanely fast. It wasn't a regular monorail, but a bullet train. I knew, immediately, that I would much rather be on that train, than the disfunctional PoS that I was on, now.

I levitated in the air and phased through the roof of my train, landing on top of it. I don't believe my train had completely stopped, but it definitely wasn't moving along at full speed. Ahead, I could see the other train nearing us, breezing along on its own, individual track. Both of these tracks sat so far above the ground that I don't actually remember seeing anything but an obscure blur of green fields far below us.

The oncoming train would be passing us soon, so I knew I had to hurry, in order to catch it. While it passed my train, I ran along the length of the roof - from one of the first cars, which I had been in, all the way to the caboose. At the last car, I lept from the train, in a vain attempt to clear the gap between the two of them. Of course, I fell extremely short, and I could feel myself begin to fall toward the ground below us. Again (much like the T-Rex fighting lucid I'd had a few days ago), I had to right myself, while falling. I 'pushed forward', to turn my downward freefall into forward flight, sloppily clearing the gap and just barely making it to the bullet train as it whipped by the failing one that I had been on, moments ago. I grabbed the outside of the train, sticking somewhere between the train's side and rooftop, and then crawled the rest of the way onto the roof. The speed of the train made being on the roof very intense, and I figured it might be better if I made my way inside. So, slinking back around to the edge of the roof, I eased myself over the side of the speeding train, and phased myself through the window, dropping silently inside the train car.

Unfortunately, I don't remember anything after entering the bullet train.

Dream Fragment Two
I faintly remember something about winning a minor argument against my mom, and chasing someone through a nightclub or bar or something, with a pistol.

11/27/2011
Dream Fragment
(This one was kinda all over the place.) I remember some choppy scenario about being in a haunted area of the woods, and exploring tombs while dodging spiritual entitites. Later, the group that I was with had all gone to Disney, and the park was upgraded with all kinds of high-tech rides, that seemed like they should exist in our present time (though I can't remember what all they were). While waiting in some of the lines, I remember that I was able to do these incredibly agile flips and twists over the railings. I got caught up playing around with this acrobatics, and wondering how this was possible, but not able to reach lucidity.

I also recall having a conversation with an old, washed up Veteran, who was pretty jaded and just wasting himself away into nothing, with drugs and alcohol. I'd been talking something with him about how he needs to turn his life around, and stop driving himself into an early grave by just not giving a fuck about anything. (I have an idea as to who this character might have represented, but it's confidential...)

11/29/2011
Dream Fragment
I was in the middle of a sea of peope, standing outside of a very large, quite beautifully-decorated building. The building seemed to have an old, European archeticature, but I got the disctinct feeling that I was in a modern, U.S. city like New York. There was a police blockade that was holding everyone back, and the cops were practically interrogating everyone, before letting them roam about the area. It seems that there was a gigantic gash that had been dug into the middle street. The concrete was split, and the enormous crevice had to be about 100 ft long, and a couple dozen meters wide. The cops had surmised that the crevice was made by someone who had some kind of supernatural power, and they were combing through the crowds, trying to find the person that was responsible for it.

I don't know if they ever found them, though.

Side note: I have 777 likes...maybe that's what the casino dream was revolving around.

So I'm at this bar/restaurant with a group of people, but there's another group directly next to us with two girls and one guy. The girl I'm next too is talking to me, and we're laughing it up...and basically just hitting off.

She's had a few drinks, and I know I had...but she's like a few away from being gone. Anyway, I head up to the counter and this guy behind me spills his beer....like right after saying something stupid to me. I don't remember if it hits me, or just my shoes, but I don't worry too much about it. The place is closing, and I talk to the chick outside, and she's asking me about myself, and I tell her that I was in the army....I got out and now I'm back in. (apparantly I'm still in the freaking army in my dreams or I just assumed that I was because the area seemed so unfamiliar) I tried getting her number, and she was saying something like I could just go home with her.

She gets in the car with this guy who was with the group, and the other girl tells me to get in with her. I'm like...."are you're sure you're going to take me home?". "I live all the way out in Fort Irwin". She said "yeah". I was still hesatant, and wondering why in the world didn't I get to ride with the other girl. Worst case scenarios started running through my head, and I was just about to say eff it, and go, but I woke up.

DreamLucidAwake

Drawing Practice

It was a false awakening and I had emerged from my parents' bedroom in the afternoon. I was planning on going downstairs into the living room to draw pictures. On my way a woman in an assassin's clothing kicked open the bathroom door and ran down stairs. Although it was never mentioned, I can only refer to her as a goddess. I continued to walk down the stairs and went into the living room. In there the goddess from before was throwing daggers at another goddess wearing white robes. Despite the daggers and light magic flying all over the room, I made my way to the couch where my notebook was. As I was about to start drawing, the white goddess threw the dark one onto my table and it exploded. I then decided to move to the kitchen where I could draw in peace. I drew multiple small objects and then a sketch of a picture of a war general. The picture didn't look like anything fancy or describable. I think the battle managed to find its way into the kitchen and woke me up.

Slap Me Awake

This dream was a short false awakening and a nightmare. It was the middle of the night/early morning and I had awakened to a man jumping into my bed. He got on top of me and held me down. He started slapping me and punching me while speaking insane gibberish. I woke up after about 20 hits or so.

Slap Me Awake II

Same deal as the last dream. A man in dark clothing jumped on top of me as I was sleeping and beat the crap out of me. After just a few hits I suddenly remembered it happening before and became lucid. At this point I took a little more control over the situation and tried pushing the man away. I managed to keep him far way enough so he couldn't attack me. I tried to handle it subtlety by trying to make him dissapear. When I attempted this he gave me a wide eyed stare that seemed to pierce through me. His eyes seemed to be saying "I'm not going anywhere." Between his horrifying stare and the shock of my dream control not working I woke up.

For a few seconds I was in a state of fear after waking. Fear quickly turned into anger because I had allowed it to succeed twice. As I was falling asleep again, I wanted it to try scaring me again.

Slap Me Awake III: The Revenge

It was the same as the last time. Creepy man jumped in my bed and started to attack me. He only got in a couple hits this time before I became lucid once more. This time I decided to do it the old way. I pushed him away from me and kicked him off of my bed and onto the floor. I knelt down, gripped him by the chest, and threw him straight through my bedroom wall. I then opened my bedroom door and walked over towards his body. As he tried to get up, I jumped on top of him and started punching him as he did to me. I then dragged his nearly unconscious body back into my room. Thanks to dream physics, I was able to cram his whole body into my dresser drawer. I woke up shortly after. I had woken up happy and almost laughing at my triumph. Nightmare conquered.

Horse Racing Peter Griffon

It was a pretty short and blurry dream. In the dream I was a black pony on top of a brown horse (big difference). To the left of me was Peter Griffon on top of a similar looking horse. That funny race music started to play and a gun shot went off. I don't really remember much of the race except that I barely won. I tried to a give a thumbs up but then I realized pony's don't have thumbs. Sadly they only have hooves.

Horrible Shoes

Yet another false awakening. I came out of my grandma's bedroom in the middle of the day this time. I sat down with my family to watch some show on tv. In the show there were 3 detectives or police officers and they were discussing a crime. All of the sudden Man 1 took a notice to Man 2's shoes. He said they looked horrible even though they weren't that bad. Then Man 3 pulled out his revolver and shot Man 2 in the foot. Crime against fashion? I was then asked if I wanted to go to Walmart. I didn't have anything better to do, so I agreed. I woke up before I even got out the door though.

End

My dream started off in some type of hotel. Kind of unusual because there was a swimming pool in the bathroom and an unusual shower. (You will find out in a second).

This dream was weird because I thought it was reality and the shower in the bathroom acted as some type WILD device. I would stand in the shower and think of the type of dream I would like too experience and the shower would some how turn "reality" into a lucid dream.

This is how it happened.

(this is semi - lucid)
I was in the shower wanting a lucid dream. Being a 15 year old, I said in the shower, that I wanted to look very attractive and be right next to a hot girl.

The shower surprisingly worked it's magic and got me that lucid dream. I don't remember much after this but I do remember my self looking very attractive and there was a hot girl in a bikini right next to me.

The dream sadly faded and the next thing I remember was me back at the hotel.

(this part right here again is semi - lucid)
I am back the hotel and there is icicles around the swimming pool. I remember my self thinking that if I bring the icicle in the shower with me, it would give me another lucid dream because I had that icicle to look at or something.

That was my weird 20th lucid.

Dec. 9 Fri
-I'm in a really big mansion - the people are not home. I'm preparing dinner table with someone and chef G.R. is cooking!
-My friend M is sleeping over, we get up very early, my dad is not happy about her, mom made big breakfast

Dec.10 Sat
took GM 4mg + 300mg Choline at 3:45 am
went straight back to bed to try for a DILD - nothing
DR 5:06
Family friend J is visiting, sitting at kitchen table, getting ready for his trip - I bring him a DVD for the trip, so he can watch it when gets bored

Dec.11 Sun - nothing

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I am a young blond girl of good families, but quite rebellious. I have some questionable friends and I do things my family would totally disapprove, like inhaling hairspray whenever things get boring.
I have a friend from school who is not as fortunate as me - she is from a poor family - but I really don't care about social class of a person as long as he/she makes me laugh. We are very close friends and we spend as much time together as possible. She comes by my mansion when my parents are not around, but the butler never opens the gates to let her in - despite my indignation and calling him all the names I can think of - so when she rings the bell, I slide down from my bedroom window to the terrace below and from there to the lawn and run to the gates to let her in. We then have so much freaky fun doing absurd and sometimes dangerous stunts.
She makes me so happy, sometimes I even think I am in love with her.
One day in class I slide a box with a ribbon on top, from under my desk to hers on my right. It's a gift for her and I couldn't wait for the end of the class to give it to her. Unfortunately the teacher - quite a bitch in my perspective - sees it and apprehends the box. She asks me what am I doing and I reply with a defiant smile, showing no remorse, shame or regret. I am always like this: I never, ever, feel or admit, even to myself, that what I do may be wrong. I am that free!
Although I am such a rebel, I am also brilliant and even without any effort, I get good grades. But the only class I truly love is literature and the guy who teaches it is the only teacher I respect and who can get my fully undivided attention. One day almost at the end of the class he talks about some lady writer and reporter with whom I identify a lot. She is Anne something (a big weird germanic name) and I write it down to help me memorize it for when I wake up (didn't work though). He says he'll say more about her in the next class, but I am determined to look for more info about her as soon as I get home.
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Later on, I am already employed. I work at some office, possibly a newspaper or magazine. I arrive about one hour late for work and I try to sneak in without being seen by the boss. My colleagues just shrug their shoulders, nod their heads, but don't say a word. Unfortunately my boss blocks me at the base of the staircase to the upper floor where I have my desk. He looks unpleased, but not extremely enraged, so I say I'm sorry and make up some really bad excuse why I'm late. He says he's tired of my pointless excuses, since I arrive late every single day, they no longer work. I laugh, he's got a point. In that case, why doesn't he just let me go to my desk? He does. Everybody in the office considers me a spoiled brat with no notion whatsoever of responsibilities, but they all love me and forgive me my manners.
A colleague tips me that a certain guy I have a crush on - a navy officer who is, by coincidence, non other than my RL friend Granger - is coming by today to meet the boss, of whom he is a friend. I know he loves me back, but he just can't deal with my rebel, careless attitude, which is just the opposite of him. I see him stepping out of a car, so elegant in his uniform and as he enters he immediately sees me. He hides his true emotions but he flirts with me anyway and I play along, dreaming of the day he might consider me worthy of his true affection.

dremt about babies my mom takes care of kids like a daycare and i dremt that 2 of the babies could walk when the couldn't really walk i also dremt that we had sting cheese when we din't hope to have my first lucid soon

Dream 1
I was playing Transformers:War For Cybertron. I was playing as Starscream. I played this level again and again. I flew around the Iacon cities and went to a hallway kind of basement thing I placed a kind of fuse thing/explosive and opened the door to see Optimus Prime carrying a limp robot's body run out. I then continued to run around.

Dream 2
Now I'm Action Man (the one from the 2000 animated series) in Modern Warfare 2 fighting alongside Sgt.Foley and other Marines. We took cover behind some broken walls and started to fire. I played this again and even noted that "this looks like Modern Warfare 2" there were some good guns such as a "shockwave pulser" which is what I dubbed the gun with a scope and long barrel, its "bullets" blew the enemy away. I also had the standard COD U.S Marine gun, the red dot sighted rifle.