non-lucid

I had a dream I was standing in a tall building there were other people there none that I could recognize..
I am standing there having I guess a conference because it was a huge office and we all were dressed in business clothes.. I feel the floor shake and look towards the window ..
I see other buildings waving violently around and I look down seeing the floor was bending out of shape from the pressure.. I panic and everyone in the office huddles together and we are trying to find a way out.. the whole building tilts over and slams into the ground. We all are digging our way out..
Scene switches and I am looking out the window I can see the open sea to my left and in front of me is a big mountain and a cliff to my right.. I look past these mountains and see more just behind them.. I smile it was a breathtaking view.. I turn to my right and see just as far as I could see a grey long mist hanging over the water.. it was lined on the horizon but it wasn't there before and I could see the dark shadow line take breaks but to show up seconds later.. I look down and see a beach but it was like a small beach inclosed by these tall mountains and cliff..
I see an elderly man with a walker go towards the beach and move himself close to wet his feet.. I look to my right again and see a huge wave... it stood tall about the water.. green and blueish light baby colors.. I bang on the glass trying to get the man's attention but he couldn't hear me.. I the tide moved in and only when the first wave knocked him to the floor he realized what had happen and tried to escape but the waves slammed against him too strong and fast each getting more bigger and violent touching the sides of this cliff..
He disappears and next I see this woman blonde hair and in a black tank looking frantically around.. I opened the window and told her to get out of there.. how the waves were violent.. she too ignores me and sure enough the waves slammed on her tossing her against the rocks.. it was horrible.. and sure enough the waves and sea engulfed the mountains..
We were told to stay were we were.. and they put the news on I couldn't understand what the woman was saying there was no sound coming from the t.v. Some heavy set man walks over he is wearing a white dress suit and beige pants.. tells us in the room a Volcano in Hawaii erupted and cannot be stopped.. earthquakes and floods were happening all over. People started to cry..
I woke up.

Kumara's Dreams

I hate to even post these...I'm embarrassed about being stuck in my head!


My sister's new place and distressed little me

I am visiting the new place my sister and BIL (the one I like) just bought. They purchased a huge old building that used to be a church (now that I think of it, I may have dreamed of this building before). It's huge and empty, and she's telling me about their design plans.

I am in another room now, and there are two beds against the wall behind me. I feel like I'm a young child. I have a "pallet" to sleep on, on the floor, which looks like a black yoga mat. I turn away, then back again and when I look again there is a bed (the bed I've been wanting, I think) that is on top of my sleeping mat. I feel distress and start crying, I don't like that I've been displaced and that this girl just put her bed on top of my mat without talking to me.
I ask her to please move it somewhere else...maybe upstairs. Someone says there isn't an upstairs but I counter that I'm pretty sure there is. I cry some more and say, "I'm the child of an alcoholic and I don't like my routines to be upset."


Frances Dick and a box of dimes
I am sitting at a small round table, with a woman to my right and a man to my left. They both give a calm, professional vibe.
I am utterly in love with the man on my left. I am noticing how gentle and kind he is.
I am also noticing that we are actors, playing parts in a play that maybe the man had written. The woman says to me, "So you put yourself at the mercy of the court?" and I respond, "Mercy." I maybe signed something then, and our deal was done.
I continued to focus on the man and how good I felt to be with him. I said to myself, "I am totally in love with this character!" at which point I reminded myself...it's the CHARACTER I'm in love with, I don't really know this guy at all.

His name was floating through my mind...Dick. Francis Dick or Phillip K. Dick?
I kept reminding myself FIRMLY that it was Francis...I thought..."Francis Dick, the guy who writes about horses...NOT Phillip K. Dick, who is a sci-fi writer".
(I looked him up this morning and found a Dick Francis who writes mystery novels that feature racehorses, I've never read them but I am certain I have seen his books in stores before).

From there I'm in a room, some stuff I don't remember, then I decide I need to take a shower. I walk outside, apparently thoroughly confused, because I walk down a dark street, stop at a ditch and start to take my clothes off. After my clothes are off I realize there is no shower, and try to put my clothes back on or cover myself but now my clothes are very tiny and don't fit, and the towel I keep trying to cover myself with is more like a washcloth.

I find a box out by the ditch, and I remember there is a small box inside that has something that looks like a blue pincushion on top, only it is plastic and there is a compartment for each pin. Underneath, the box is full of dimes. I decide to keep them. I'm pretty sure the stuff was meant to be given away, which is why it was by the curb.

A girl comes by to help me pick up my stuff. I'm frustrated that I can't get my clothes on and now I seem to have a whole bunch of stuff that I don't remember having before, like my lunch cooler, that is falling all over the place.
I notice a woman stepping onto her front porch behind me, the porch lights come on and she lets two small dogs out onto her front lawn.
I think we finally get my stuff together to get going, and I'm thinking about the box of dimes and whether I should take it...I reassure myself that the box was put by the curb because it was meant to be given away.

There's so much more to this dream but I just couldn't remember, I shouldn't of went back to sleep after waking up after this dream.

9/25
I was sent to jail for some reason, except when I got there it wasn't bad at all, it was weird, the entrance into the jail looked like a typical jail, the doorways were barred and the windows sealed shut, but once you got into the jail, it was sort of like some kind of hotel type deal. I vaguely remember a check-in desk of some sort and the whole building consisted of living areas with couches and tv's but on the outskirts of the living areas there were rooms, which is where everyone slept. Now the details are out of the way, I remember something happened and like, a dictator was taking over the whole government and everything outside of the jail was going to hell. I remember thinking that I was glad to be in jail at this time. Me and my friend were hanging out near the front lobby looking outside, I remember images of like a caved in highway system and buildings on fire. I remember asking a guard where everyone is and he said they were all on a break. So I looked out to the distance and I just see a huge swarm of people sprinting to us. It took a minute but then I somehow just knew that every night there was a frenzy to who gets the rooms, the first to a room gets it. So I turn around and sprint. I remember not really knowing the layout of the building so I ran aimlessly and I see a couple of kids from my school get into the rooms I was heading for. And that pretty much ends it, the next thing I know I'm awake in my bed.

We were being chased by someone, or something. We were in a desert location, when we suddenly heard the voice of the guy chasing us. It reminds me of David the Animorph. We found a mech unit starting up under a cave, and we ran. To my left, I saw a narrow but deep canyon. I thought of jumping and morphing into a bird and fly away, but then, we heard the guy said that one of us was hurt, because he used a weapon that weakens lovers.

We continued running, and then he was after us. We turned into birds to try and fly away, and thought that instead of flying over the canyon, we should fly upwards instead. He kept on aiming a huge cannon at us with his mobile mech, but we were able to gather enough power to fly up, up, up in the clouds, until he's no longer visible. I recall thinking I (or one of us) is a falcon, and I asked if one has an eagle morph. We landed in a forest, and found other Animorphs there. We planned our next move.

I was in a mall. I was trying to reach someone, or a couple, but they were too fast. I tried jumping over down the stairs to reach them, but they seem to be avoiding me. Then I told them who I am. And they were doubting. It seems I don't look who I really am. I told them proofs, such as facts about me that few know, and they finally believed me, but they were confused.

We were trying to catch the train.

I was in a jeep. I was in a supermarket.

1) Low lucidity LD involving staring into this girls eyes (i thought she was a member at DV)

2) I was in my hometown and there was a big religious parade. The leader of the parade was glorifying himself as a messenger of jesus christ in a way i found offensive to life itself. so, i took the piss out of him.
can't remember what i actually said but at one point he cracked and yelled:

"YOU! stop saying funny things and then i will find them amusing"

Me: "but you admit you find them funny"

the crowd laughed and the dream faded.''

3) Me and my flatmate had a scooter race. felt like i was going like 200km. A corner came up and he turned but i lost control and was thrown off. when this happened i left my body and saw myself crashing in front of me.

25.09.2011

9/25/11 (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'll post multiple dreams per entry.

1. Being a Bad Student

I was in my AP French/Film classroom. Except, it wasn't my AP French/Film classroom. It was one of those unexplainable dream-location-switches...and, despite the elongated desks, the real blackboards, and the sky's unnatural purple color, I believed every second of it. We were doing some dull pre-production work, and Mr. Casinghino, my eternally busy AP French/Film teacher, was supervising. As usual, I was goofing off with my good friend Keith Congden, and Mr. Casinghino's passive-aggressive frustration was reaching exciting new heights.

I don't remember much besides that. I've always been afraid of losing this teacher's favor, and he's seen a little more of my goofing off lately, so I guess my fears have decided to manifest themselves this way.


2. South America and 2001

In this dream, I was somehow stationed somewhere near the Amazon Rainforest. I can't remember exactly what my excuse for being there was, but, naturally, I started by exploring the surrounding forests and rivers on my own. It was all Indiana Jones-like, with lots of dry dusty temples and large tan rocks. The climate wasn't Amazonian at all, though; I'd consider it a mix of the Outback and the African Rainforests, but with some misplaced Mayan culture scattered at random. And, though the foliage wasn't very dense, I found the setting confusing enough to get lost in.

Eventually, I started bringing new "friends" -innocuous, non-existent beings whose made-up names I cannot currently remember- with me on my trips into the Afro-Australian wilderness. And we continued to get lost, until we got so lost that my parents decided to gather a search party and find us.

At that point, the imaginary friends and I had finally found our way to the mother of all ancient structures; a giant, carved rock precipice, covered in forgotten symbols. By the time my parents arrived, we had already scaled near half of it, and we waited for them in a creepy stone cave. When they reacher us, we (or the bizarre nature of the rock's markings) convinced them to climb higher. However, all was not well when we made it to the stone's top. In true 2001: A Space Odyssey style, the rock Monolith was an artifact from an alien civilization. But, as I discovered when they tortured and killed my family, not a benevolent one.

I woke up saying, "Arthur C. Clarke was wrong, Arthur C. Clarke was wrong." And, if I'm to rationalize this dream as well, I'd say it was the product of reading far too much H. P. Lovecraft.

And, er...I'm back.

Mayatara's Dream

Thugs
With Zilla and Riverstone at my hometown. We just left my mom's and we're going down the street when some thugs get out of a car at the end of the street and start pointing guns to people and robbing them. One of the guys, a chunky Mexican looking guy, points a small black revolver to my face. I evaluate the situation, notice that the other guys are busy with their own victims, so I react very quickly by stealing the gun and pointing it back at him. I tell my friends to run and I'm thinking what to do next. I planned to shoot the guy on the leg, so he won't chase us, but there are some kids around and I fear they might get hit by lost bullets, so I just pretend that I will shoot and then shoot into the air and run after my friends. The other guys realize what's going on and all start to chase us. I run to my mom's door with the key, to let my friends in. I'm worried about their safety.

Student exchange I
I'm at some foreign city, I get a bit lost in the streets, but finally I arrive at a university where apparently I'm spending some time - maybe a summer course or a student exchange. There are a lot of students from Africa, Middle East, Asia... but I'm particularly close to some arab girls, who look like super-models. They are all very intelligent, cult and independent. I see them as the future of their countries, until one day when they appear all dressed up, impressive hair and make up and invite me to join them in going out with some rich arab guys, who are looking for brides. I see these intelligent, independent woman, all of a sudden obsessed about just looking pretty to hunt a rich husband and I tell them how that is disappointing. But the worst thing is that deep down, I am also imagining myself being courted by some sexy arab prince myself and the idea pleases me. I go for a walk in the park to clear up my head.

Greasy kitchen
I'm working at a communal kitchen, serving the poor and starving people. I am incredibly sweaty, greasy and grimy, when I'm surprised by the visit of my guru to the premises. At first I don't recognize him in the strange clothes he is wearing and all the people around him, but when I do, I break through the crowd to greet him. He doesn't seem to recognize me under all the dirt on my face, but he finds me somewhat familiar. Not enough to stop to talk to me, so he just leaves and I feel sad.
Anyway, I don't have much free time to sob, because someone calls me to the kitchen, saying it's an emergency. There's a little monkey hiding under the kitchen counter and he seems in distress for no apparent reason. I take him out with care and realize he is not hurt. He is nevertheless very stressed out about something under the counter. I check it out and I find there a sick hamster, who is his little friend. I take care of both and the little monkey calms down and looks thankful.

Lucid experiments
I get lucid when inside some house, near a window and I fly to the outside. I should have recalled the meeting point at Chichen Itza, but instead in my mind came the idea to try some things I had discussed with a guy past friday about lucids, namely, doing meditation in action, trying to smell things and plunging on the ground.
So I floated slowly down a stone paved path, with only my toes touching the ground and used that sensation as the focus of the meditation. This path was leading downwards to the ocean and was flanked by a stone wall. After a while going through it, I saw some flowers to my left, over the stone wall and I stopped to smell them. Their smell was subtle but very clear. It was a sweet perfume, but they all seemed to smell the same way, from geraniums to lilies. Anyway, it was an accomplished task, which I don't recall ever have tried before.
Then I floated to a patch of grass and plunged on the ground, wanting to experience "swimming" on the soil. This guy I met told me he still hadn't succeed in doing so and I had never tried. Apparently it is very hard, because our mind sees it as a solid barrier. Crossing a wall is easier, because you come out on the other side, but "swimming" on the soil is quite more challenging.
For a very brief moment I did it. I could see and feel the grains of soil surrounding my body and offering resistance to my "swimming", but soon I was "ejected" to the surface and could not continue doing it anymore. So I had the idea to look for a mole tunnel. Sure it would be tiny, but I could easily trick my mind to go through it and have the experience of "swimming" underground.
I found a hole and put my head inside it, but had to retrieve as two cute little puppies were coming out in my direction. Then a black chicken came out and a third puppy. Apparently it was the den of some wild dogs and they kept living chickens inside as livestock. This totally distracted me and I lost lucidity. I was totally enchanted with the little puppies when a fourth came out of the den. He was completely white and had a few blood spots on his fur. I took him to my mom's and cleaned his wounds in the bathroom. I noticed he smelled really badly, like dry blood and poop. He then started talking to me. He said he had one bad injury on his belly under the fur and asked me to treat it to. I asked him to breathe deep as I poured hydrogen peroxide and he was very stoic. I put bandages over his wounds and he thanked me for my kindness.

Student exchange II
Back to the student exchange dream, I'm now supposed to be with some team mates going to a game, which resembled handball but was plaid with juggling clubs. There were four teams, paired up into two simultaneous games. Our performance would count for the final evaluation of our exchange experience or whatever it was. But some girls from an adversary team plus their trainer, really hated our guts for some reason, so they gave us wrong information and we didn't actually know that our game was somewhere else, but we thought it was right there after theirs. So we waited, just to find in the end that the rest of our team had been waiting for us elsewhere and had lost the game for insufficient players. We tried to defend ourselves, hoping to save our final scores, but the trainer bitch
was denying that they had tricked us. I couldn't accept the injustice, so I kept on pestering her until she was so sick of me she admitted in front of everybody what had happened. We would still fail on sports, but I didn't care, I had high scores on everything else.
It was my last day there and I went for a stroll in the city. It looked like somewhere in the UK. Could be London. There was a nice flea market and I wanted to buy lots of stuff but I restrained myself, thinking about the luggage limits on the airplane. Then I heard music and found a live concert in a square. For some reason, I was convinced in the dream that the band was the Arctic Monkeys, but I don't even know them. They looked more like a gay band on a gay parade. Don't ask me why.

Keanu Reeves
Also have a fragment of a dream with Keanu Reeves on it, but I just recall he was sitting on a chair to my right.

Allen, Leo, & I all lived together in this really odd large house, out in the middle of some gold field. The rooms in it were very misshapen and old. The doors weren’t rectangular but rather strange because each opposing side weren’t parallel. The doors were all to short and they lead to rooms that were really large and more pentagon shaped then square. The wall colors varied between pale yellows and pale blues. The kitchen had ugly chipped, yet clean, white tiles. We were going to move out of the house and all of our stuff was already in boxes. Apparently much of the moving had already occurred but we still needed to get the stuff out of the bedrooms. It was a warm sunny day and I was wearing jean shorts. I remember walking around the house and bringing boxes to a truck outside. This would have been a great dream to become lucid in considering how bright it was and how in the dream I was doing things I would do in a lucid like touch the counter tops.
*Memory laps* -Something to do with seeing a big spider and having Allen kill the spider.
Then I got a creepy familiar feeling. I am in what was Allen and my bedroom staring at the closet. I was alone in the room. The inside of the closet was dark and was really deep. I had a feeling like there was some sort of ghost like entity within the closet. (I think I have had this strange same feeling when I lived in a house as a little girl and I had horrible dreams and feelings that a ghost lived in my closet there. I was later to find out that a lady had died in that house and EVERYONE who lived there since had had that same feeling.) It was a strange paralyzing sensation, I knew I was scared and yet I kept standing there. (I realize now that the light coming in through the windows reminds me of how light use to come in through my bedroom window in that house). Soon Allen and Leo are both standing behind me looking into the closet. I feel slightly better with them at my sides but still quite scared. The three of us don’t say a word to each other, as if they know exactly what I am feeling and there was no need for us to explain it to eachother. Wake up.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

1:00

Thugs
With Zilla and Riverstone at my hometown. We just left my mom's and we're going down the street when some thugs get out of a car at the end of the street and start pointing guns to people and robbing them. One of the guys, a chunky Mexican looking guy, points a small black revolver to my face. I evaluate the situation, notice that the other guys are busy with their own victims, so I react very quickly by stealing the gun and pointing it back at him. I tell my friends to run and I'm thinking what to do next. I planned to shoot the guy on the leg, so he won't chase us, but there are some kids around and I fear they might get hit by lost bullets, so I just pretend that I will shoot and then shoot into the air and run after my friends. The other guys realize what's going on and all start to chase us. I run to my mom's door with the key, to let my friends in. I'm worried about their safety. I wake up with the sound of an alarm of a car out in the street.

2:10

Student exchange I
I'm at some foreign city, I get a bit lost in the streets, but finally I arrive at a university where apparently I'm spending some time - maybe a summer course or a student exchange. There are a lot of students from Africa, Middle East, Asia... but I'm particularly close to some arab girls, who look like super-models. They are all very intelligent, cult and independent. I see them as the future of their countries, until one day when they appear all dressed up, impressive hair and make up and invite me to join them in going out with some rich arab guys, who are looking for brides. I see these intelligent, independent woman, all of a sudden obsessed about just looking pretty to hunt a rich husband and I tell them how that is disappointing. But the worst thing is that deep down, I am also imagining myself being courted by some sexy arab prince myself and the idea pleases me. I go for a walk in the park to clear up my head.

3:00

Greasy kitchen
I'm working at communal kitchen, serving the poor and starving people. I am incredibly sweaty, greasy and grimy, when I'm surprised by the visit of my guru to the premises. At first I don't recognize him in the strange clothes he is wearing and all the people around him, but when I do, I break through the crowd to greet him. He doesn't seem to recognize me under all the dirt on my face, but he finds me somewhat familiar. Not enough to stop to talk to me, so he just leaves and I feel sad.
Anyway, I don't have much free time to sob, because someone calls me to the kitchen, saying it's an emergency. There's a little monkey hiding under the kitchen counter and he seems in distress for no apparent reason. I take him out with care and realize he is not hurt. He is nevertheless very stressed out about something under the counter. I check it out and I find there a sick hamster, who is his little friend. I take care of both and the little monkey calms down and looks thankful.

4:00

Lucid experiments
I get lucid when inside some house, near a window and I fly to the outside. I should have recalled the meeting point at Chichen Itza, but instead in my mind came the idea to try some things I had discussed with a guy past friday about lucids, namely, doing meditation in action, trying to smell things and plunging on the ground.
So I floated slowly down a stone paved path, with only my toes touching the ground and used that sensation as the focus of the meditation. This path was leading downwards to the ocean and was flanked by a stone wall. After a while going through it, I saw some flowers to my left, over the stone wall and I stopped to smell them. Their smell was subtle but very clear. It was a sweet perfume, but they all seemed to smell the same way, from geraniums to lilies. Anyway, it was an accomplished task, which I don't recall ever have tried before.
Then I floated to a patch of grass and plunged on the ground, wanting to experience "swimming" on the soil. This guy I met told me he still hadn't succeed in doing so and I had never tried. Apparently it is very hard, because our mind sees it as a solid barrier. Crossing a wall is easier, because you come out on the other side, but "swimming" on the soil is quite more challenging.
For a very brief moment I did it. I could see and feel the grains of soil surrounding my body and offering resistance to my "swimming", but soon I was "ejected" to the surface and could not continue doing it anymore. So I had the idea to look for a mole tunnel. Sure it would be tiny, but I could easily trick my mind to go through it and have the experience of "swimming" underground.
I found a hole and put my head inside it, but had to retrieve as two cute little puppies were coming out in my direction. Then a black chicken came out and a third puppy. Apparently it was the den of some wild dogs and they kept living chickens inside as livestock. This totally distracted me and I lost lucidity. I was totally enchanted with the little puppies when a fourth came out of the den. He was completely white and had a few blood spots on his fur. I took him to my mom's and cleaned his wounds in the bathroom. I noticed he smelled really badly, like dry blood and poop. He then started talking to me. He said he had one bad injury on his belly under the fur and asked me to treat it to. I asked him to breathe deep as I poured hydrogen peroxide and he was very stoic. I put bandages over his wounds and he thanked me for my kindness.

7:00

Student exchange II
Back to the student exchange dream, I'm now supposed to be with some team mates going to a game, which resembled handball but was plaid with juggling clubs. There were four teams, paired up into two simultaneous games. Our performance would count for the final evaluation of our exchange experience or whatever it was. But some girls from an adversary team plus their trainer, really hated our guts for some reason, so they gave us wrong information and we didn't actually know that our game was somewhere else, but we thought it was right there after theirs. So we waited, just to find in the end that the rest of our team had been waiting for us elsewhere and had lost the game for insufficient players. We tried to defend ourselves, hoping to save our final scores, but the trainer bitch
was denying that they had tricked us. I couldn't accept the injustice, so I kept on pestering her until she was so sick of me she admitted in front of everybody what had happened. We would still fail on sports, but I didn't care, I had high scores on everything else.
It was my last day there and I went for a stroll in the city. It looked like somewhere in the UK. Could be London. There was a nice flea market and I wanted to buy lots of stuff but I restrained myself, thinking about the luggage limits on the airplane. Then I heard music and found a live concert in a square. For some reason, I was convinced in the dream that the band was the Arctic Monkeys, but I don't even know them. They looked more like a gay band on a gay parade. Don't ask me why.

8:30

melatonin
This guy made a bet with all my gang friends that we couldn't beat him in a race. Especially since my car was "a piece of trash". My intention was to get first place and I kept my foot on the pedal the entire time. The thing was is that we were driving on an open road, where citizens occupied it. I drove calm and had fun while singing songs from the Inkspots. Near the end of it were these hills, and each time I went up one the car thrusted and I got some air. I got to the end and I guess I was first. The boss that was racing with the other team said that it wasn't fair and he wanted to race me again. I accepted and then I think the cops came. This dream was probably from watching Death Race.
I was Bubbles from the Powerpuff Girls and we were soaring over these buildings at night. We were all searching for MoJoJoJo I think. Once I found his lair it ended up as a trap. I didn't panic and for some reason I was holding a thread, or a piece of hair or something which led the other girls to find me. This dream was from watching children shows too much...
Everyone was chained up to these torture devices where there was a computer in front of us in which we sort of controlled how bad it hurt us. I was watching as everyone was screaming and fondling with it. There was a suction cup around my face of some sort and I didn't know what it was doing. Later on for some reason I spawned somewhere else. There were bullets spraying everywhere and when I got to the end I ended up seeing one of my teammates in the torture computer thing. I attempted to tell him how to get out of it. I said that when the suction extrudes from your face, stick your hands in front of the hole. The pressure began to tear apart the device but I didn't see was happened next. This was still the same dream and I saw that I was on top of other people stacked up looking at a giant billboard. There were pictures of people in civilian mode sadly standing there. I guess it was my job to spray this sort of paint onto them and make the picture people looking like business-ethic people.*

One dream tonight, came to be in a dark mysterious environment. Long story short, I was in a 'scary' environment in which I was just smiling like a goof ball sucking on a sucker lol nothing was phasing me I was in good mind in which I wasn't scared. anyways these two shadows pulled down my shorts and flew away. I woke up with my heart beating thinking demons just visited me lol I feel like that was like a last ditch dirty attempt by some spirits to scare me lol idk was just weird

Dream - Lucid

All I really recall about this dream is it being like a video game. First, I was in a classroom. It looked like one of my elementary school classrooms.

I was in a house at night, and I had to watch out for something in there.

I also remember riding in a car with a couple of other people. Something had happened as to where when we got mad, we'd grow these insane beards or mustaches. Wtf? I wanted to fix that because it was silly.

There was a football stadium in there somewhere too.

~

I was outside in what I think was a football stadium. The sky was very blue and it was daytime. There were other people around as well. They looked kind of cartoony.

I spontaneously just knew it was a dream. I flew into the air, but not too high. I wanted to let the dream play out to see what happened.

But of course, that didn't happen. I was then in a mall, watching people walk by. I decided I wanted to try to visit Hyu again. I walked around, searching for a wall or something I could draw a portal on. I found a pillar, and just as I was about to draw the portal, I thought of how Hyu teleports to get places, and how much faster that is. I decided to give that a whirl.

Only problem with that was I had no idea how to even begin to do that. I stood by the pillar and saw many people walking by. I though of my destination, though all I knew about that was it was wherever Hyu was. I thought about that for a little bit, and things started fading. I was losing the dream because I was just standing around doing nothing. I started to walk around, but everything went black.

~

I was then somewhere else. I tried to count my fingers, and was coming up with 5, sometimes 6, but I thought I had just miscounted those times. I tried to make an extra finger grow out of my hand, but couldn't. I had an inkling I was still dreaming, though.

Ugh. I need to get my dreaming skills back up to where they used to be. It's so frustrating.

EDIT: My mom just called me and told me she had her first lucid dream where she had control! YAY!! I'm proud of her!!

Also, I was her dream guide! She said that I was in all 5 lucids she had this morning, and I told her that she was dreaming, she could do whatever she wanted, how to switch dreams, and how to reality check!!

Just had to add that...I thought that was so cool!!!

I was sky diving from some plane or ship and i can hear someone saying i needed to pull my parachute or i will die. i pulled the parachute and started to float down to the ground. the parachute was super small. when i touched the ground, i saw a couple other people around me. then a girl on a snow board comes flying past me. thats when i noticed that this place was all snow capped and very cold. i didn't feel cold tho. now my dream was playing out as a movie. i followed the chick on the snow board. she came up over a hill and did some trick thing and crashed. then all of a sudden i was standing next to her and just staring at the ground.
I was now back on earth some were in the forest. i was riding a dirt bike and my dad was on one behind me. we were going up some road. i dont know were we were going tho. we rode past this hill and i saw some kid jumping his dirt bike and i wanted to go jump with him and my dad said no, so we continued up the road. then we were in some house. me and my dad were walking back to some room. i was talking to him about the parachute i had earlier. when we got in to the room. there were two beds and a tv, and a big gumball machine next to the tv. me and when went to bed. about 5 seconds later the gumball machine started to spin really fast and shoot gumballs at us. one hit me in the head so i just yelled stop really load and it did. i sat up on my bed and did a RC(finger though the hand) and it worked. i stood up and went and touched a computer near by. i then went out side the room and tryed to knock stuff over by looking at it. i failed. i was going to try and randomly kill some people but then i thought i will go to jail. and so i ran back to the room . then i woke up.

note: i did not realize i was dreaming when i did the RC. so not a LD

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Dream #1

I was in a "Quentin Tarantino movie." I think it was supposed to be like Inglourious Basterds, like in the final scene between the young man and the young woman in the film booth.

I was some kind of spy. I may have been a man in my forties, with a big, curly moustache. I may have a tiny bit overweight, and I may have been wearing an overcoat and a fedora.

I was sneaking through some building, trying to find and kill some woman, but also trying to escape her so she couldn't kill me. I went through a series of rooms like rooms in a mansion, even though this building was a multi-floor building, like some kind of museum.

I eventually found the woman working in a room like a film booth. The woman had her back turned to me. I may have been supposed to kill her. But I suddenly realized that I had to get out of here before she noticed me and started chasing me, to kill me.

I knew that there really wasn't any way out of this building, or at least no secret way that the woman wouldn't be able to get to long before I did. But I still went running away through the building, not looking for a way out, necessarily, but at least looking for a way to put distance between me and the woman.

But, for some reason, I almost purposely walked myself into a series of rooms that weren't just a dead end, but were a very short series of dead ends. I walked through one bedroom-like area, well-lit with natural light, then down a case of red-carpeted stairs. I ended up in a very small bathroom.

The bathroom barely had enough space for me to turn around in. The light was dim and incandescent, and most of the room seemed to be coated in yellow-beige tiles that faded into a dark brown at their edges. There was also a turquoise-colored towel.

I knew I had absolutely walked myself directly into a dead end. I knew the woman would catch up to me any time now. Yet I thought I would hide in the bathroom forever, or until the woman had gotten past me.

I knew that wouldn't work, though, and that the woman could easily find me. I just decided to leave the bathroom and face the woman.

I walked out of the bathroom. About halfway up the steps I noticed that the woman was standing over the top of the steps, off to their side, leaning over a waist-high railing bordering the staircase.

The woman looked young, maybe in her early twenties. She was pale skinned, with an oval-shaped, soft face. She had light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, pale blue eyes, and eyeglasses. She wore a green sweater and blue jeans. She actually seemed kind of nice and nerdy. But she was levelling a pistol at me.

At first, out of fear from having the gun pointing straight at me, I backed down a couple steps, like I was going back to the bathroom. But I realized that everything was over for me, and that I should at least be brave enough to face my fate. So I started walking back up the steps.

The woman seemed ready to shoot me. She didn't really want to wait until I got up the steps. She said, "Where do you want it? In the stomach?" She pointed the gun toward me stomach. "Or in the chest?" She pointed the gun toward my chest.

For some reason I "kind of" thought about my back, and how I thought the most efficiently killing shot would be one that went through "my back." But I couldn't quite get the concept of "my back" through my head. But I did think that my chest was close enough to "my back" to give me a pretty efficient death.

I told the woman to go ahead and shoot me in the chest. So she levelled the gun at my chest. I spread my chest out, so I could take the shot bravely, hopefully without flinching.

The woman shot me. I flew up into the air. I may have been falling down the stairs. But it really felt like I was just floating in the air, in a kind of "laying on my back" position, except with my head and maybe my legs bowed down a little bit, so I wasn't completely flat.

The woman said, "Well, that's all over, then. Thanks for being so cooperative about letting me get this over with!" She cheerfully walked toward the exit of the room.

I replied, "Oh, no problem. Thanks for being so nice and giving me a choice of where I could be shot."

Dream #2

I was standing in a hallway of a house. The house was kind of short, just a little alcove really, between a few rooms and the living room. The hallway was lit with incandescent light. To my right was the living room. The living room wasn't lit at all.

I was examining some papers in my hands when I heard some weird noises. It was like jangling glass and metal, like people were shuffling some stuff around or breaking stuff. But it sounded a little bit far away, like maybe one or two rooms separated from the living room.

I wondered if someone was breaking into this house. I was kind of afraid to go check, even though I knew I'd probably have to.

But then I looked out into the living room, to a computer out on a desk. The computer was playing some kind of show or visual program. It looked like a bunch of papers shuffling around on some kind of classical desk.

I could now tell that the sounds were coming from the computer. It seemed kind of weird to me that the visual program of papers shuffling on a desk would be accompanied by the sound of glass breaking and metal bars jangling and shuffling around.

But I think I figured that if I got closer to the computer, to see what the visual program was really all about, it would probably all make a lot more sense to me.

Dream #3

I sat in something like a conference room, at the right side a long, oval or rectangular table. I sat positioned directly across the table from the door into the conference room. To my left sat a woman who kind of looked like Camille Paglia, except taller and heavier.

The woman's hair was in a really bad fashion, about six inches long, but feathered all around her head like a bowl. She was probably wearing a terrible outfit -- some kind of circus-peanuts-orange blouse, a silver pendant with a black stone in the middle of it, and some kind of chunky, tweed skirt.

I had at least one notebook and a bunch of papers. I was sharing ideas about companies with the woman. I don't think the woman worked with corporations. But I think she worked a lot with ideas in general. So I wanted to throw my ideas about companies out to her as being just about ideas in general.

Suddenly a tall, overweight, pale, bald businessman came walking into the room. He was apparently my boss -- even though I didn't have a job anymore. The woman left for some reason or another. The man eyed the woman and me with jealousy.

I felt like I shouldn't have been sharing my ideas with this woman. Instead, I should have been sharing them with my boss (or ex-boss). I got all sheepish, panicky, and stuttery. I stood out of my chair and pulled up one of my notebooks.

I told my (ex-)boss, "Y--y--you see, I was just talking to her about Lockheed Martin. You see, I've pulled some ideas together about the company." (I may have said "LMT," and not "Lockheed Martin.")

When I mentioned Lockheed Martin, the man made a kind of impressed, humming-grunting sound. Encouraged, I went on. I flipped through a few pages in my notebook, explaining some stuff about Lockheed Martin that I don't remember at all anymore.

Most of the pages were written in black ink. But I got to one page where I'd written on three themes regarding "LMT." Each theme was written in a different color. There was a red section, then a blue section, then a green section.

Each section was separated from the next by a line, which may have had the title for the next section or theme. This line may have always been written in red ink.