non-lucid

WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID UNDERLINED IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT

Spoiler for Past Related Dreams and History:

History

A new experience dreaming the other night. It gave me hope even though I woke in fear. It also prompted me to get off my butt and finally join a forum that discusses such things. First, a little history.

In the past I’ve had a reoccurring dream of family members and others trying to kill me. One repeated every year it seemed, starting at the age of about 8 and ending (at least consciously) around 18. In this dream a calm and intense voice announced to me that my family was turning into monsters. I ran from them. My father chased me (the chase scenes varied significantly, thought it seems that they were always outside of my grandmother’s house, where the dream started). Sometimes I got away, sometimes I fell, and there was one time I thought I experienced death before I woke up. The dreams filled me with terror.

Other similar dreams have often occurred, the main theme being that someone is stalking me and I am aware that they wanted to kill me. Sometimes I’d confront them. Most times it would be an endless hiding and running deep fear experience. Sometimes it was a combination of both. I’ve experienced other variations of this type of terror dream, often including sharks (in college), tornadoes, and tidal waves.
Usually when I wake the consuming fear and sadness and loneliness from these dreams is so very present, infusing me to some extent throughout the day no matter how much I process and release it. It can be exhausting. Ok, pretty much done with the history.


Recent History

A couple nights ago a terror dream was different than other experiences. I haven’t been remembering my dreams as often in the recent past (I started to type recent future, lol). I had meditated right before sleeping with binaural audio that also incorporates other meditation-inducing aspects. It was a pretty deep meditation and a lot more emotional pain than usual came up, but I was largely able to hold the discomfort in a larger awareness and release happened as well. I fell asleep.

Nightmare with Lucid Meditation

The terror dream was a series of people trying to kill me. Each chapter seemed to occur in my current home or a similar one.

One instance was a psychological death of sorts, where someone wanted me to admit something I’d done that hurt them but I knew that if they knew it would hurt them more than if I didn’t tell them. I felt ashamed. As they tried to dig it out of me tears ran down my face and I avoided looking into their eyes. I think I explained to them at one point that I couldn’t tell them or they would be more hurt. I was conflicted and I’m not sure I held my ground (I think the dream changed at that point).

The dream continued, one person trying to kill me, the dream morphing, then another person trying to kill me, and so on. They were sneaky, some trying to lull me into feeling comfortable with them. It didn’t work. I knew. I resisted. After a few chapters in the dream, I became aware that I was dreaming. In this lucid state I tried different tactics.

1. Dream Control

I tried what I now know to be called dream control. Tried to turn my stalker away, tried to make them friendly, tried to make it not be about being stalked. That wasn’t as “successful” as the tactic has been in other lucid dreams I've had.

2. Wake

I tried to wake myself. In the dream I had access to my real memories: I recalled that I’d woken myself from a nightmare as a young child, maybe 5 years old, after frantically trying to wake in the dream and having no success. This is how I remember it. I became aware of my physical body in my bed. I tried to open my eyes. Felt my eyebrows raising, my lids stretching, but they stayed together. I tried to move my arms. They were heavy, they wouldn’t move. Then my shoulders responded. Finally my arms moved. I reached up and opened my eyes with my hands and woke like that…my fingers on my eyelids, having pulled them apart manually.

Remembering the success of this childhood experience, I attempted this tactic in my dream last night while lucid. It failed. Throughout using these wake-myself-up-please tactics,

I would think I had awakened only to find out I was still in the dream. I became identified with the dream and then lucid and aware I was dreaming (usually because I had a new stalker or less often because something else wouldn't be the same as in my home) again over and over after each failed attempt.

First I tried to wake myself by simply willing it, then throwing a large amount of the energy of my desire to wake into it.

Then I tried to feel my body in my bed, to establish a connection like I thought I had in childhood. It seemed that I could feel my body and that I woke. This was the first time I thought I'd woken up but after I “woke” myself I soon discovered I was being stalked again and had not escaped the dream.

Then I tried to not only feel my body but to move my body, however, I found I wasn’t very coordinated and I was flailing. I became afraid of hurting myself or spilling my water on my nightstand, etc.

The cycle of thinking I had awoken and then realizing I was still in the dream (I think called false awakenings?) came full circle at least 3 times, though in my not completely clear recollection it feels like it was more like 4 to 6 times.

3. Lucid Meditation

At one point I tried to meditate in the dream, hold the dream and the fear of the dream in the arms of my awareness so that I wasn’t so self-identified with it and terrified. This was the new accomplishment. A big one. I don’t think it lasted long, maybe a couple minutes.

I’ve been in different meditative states in many dreams, but this one was intentionally, lucidly, induced. Even though it was a meditation initially infused with the desire to escape from the emotions, I'm still goanna break out with a yay! I came to a place where I wasn’t hiding or trying to wake up. I was confronting in an accepting way while still trying to protect myself.

The meditation did not relieve the fear but I felt more me, more whole. At first the fear was very present and perhaps more so. It seems that the fear ebbed to some degree after a time. I remember looking down on my body during the meditation. The dream also may have gone to black and white during the meditation and got a static quality to it, like white noise. I don't remember ever dreaming in black and white, though now that I look back I don't recall any color in the dream at any point. I am skeptical of it not being in color, however, because now it is days since the dream occurred and I only remember snippets. After the short meditation is when I fuzzily think I woke.

I don't remember the sequence of the following parts of the dream. I'm about 90% sure I wasn’t lucid at the time:

I felt physical pain when one stalker was biting my lips. The physical pain felt so…well…physical. It hurt in a sharp way, just as if my dream body was a physical one. That realization is unsettling and also wondrous. Now I realize that both of the times I have been aware of physical pain in dreams was when I was being bitten. Both dreams were at some point lucid dreams, but not lucid at the time that I was being bitten. The other time was a dog biting my fingertips. Now I’m interested in this…why biting? Perhaps this similarity is connected to a pattern, perhaps not. Worth keeping an eye on it and a thought hanging around.

I tried to manipulate the people out of trying to kill me. I plotted quickly as they advanced. One of the people I offered myself to sexually to try to avoid being killed, to distract him. It worked. It was boring and rather ineffectual sex and I ended up feeling frustrated because I wanted more pleasure, even though I was creeped out and scared.

Well, that was long. I doubt I'll want to use the energy to write so much in the future (or try to refine the clarity of my writing so much, gah), but this dream absolutely fascinated me and I felt reconnected to past dreaming experiences after dry spells and inattention. It woke the inspiration.

I think a big part of why it waned was nobody I shared these types of dreams with had similar experiences or seemed to want to dive in. But after reading some of the forum, wow, some of you not only have had similar but extensive experiences. Thanks for reading, I'm interested in learning from others on this site if you want to respond! That said, I also have a very skeptical side and enjoy critical and insightful discussion, though it is tempered by many other sides.

Very hectic week so my recall has been low, this is the 13/04/11 dream fragment. Nothing from the 14.

All I can remember was being in Ireland with some of my friends and it was pouring with rain.

1. I'm running away from a castle, and try to trip up my pursuers by using magic to do things like switch the outfits of two competing factions of guards. I think I ran into Legolas at some point.

2. I'm trying to escape from a school building by crawling through air vents and windows. Somewhere in the surrounding town, I meet a version of myself with magic powers in a dark tunnel full of fake roses.

3. Autocunnilingus?

4. Running away from a former classmate who's trying to force himself on me. I throw a basketball cage at him.

5. Playing on a tree-swing. I watch an owl in the branch above me catch and start eating a duck.

6. I'm in a room full of drawers of stuff. I decide for some reason that I must be dreaming, and do the nose-pinch-breath-test to check. Of course, once I realize I'm dreaming, things get all vague and unstable, so I start touching everything - books with embossed covers, polished rocks, a stone knife (which I cut my thumb on and had to go find a band-aid). I think I got so obsessed with touching objects that I forgot it was a dream again. -_-'

After watching a Glee/Skins (UK) outdoor concert there was a mass of people gathered. At least one hundred people were dancing in formation amazingly. We asked a guy what was going on and he just swore at us then said it'd cost 5 bucks and laughed. I told him very matter-of-factly that was the worst joke I ever heard and asked if it was really necessary to swear at us. He got pissed! He surrounded me with 3 of his friends and at this time I'm lying down like in bed. I imagine fighting the 3 guys and do. Then I 'wake up' but it's not quite a false-awakening because I don't remember ever thinking I was asleep, just, the next thing I know I'm walking down the stairs of my house.

The front door is open and I check the screen door to see if it's locked by opening it, it wasn't locked. I wonder why it was open. Is someone inside the house? The TV is on, some weird anime is playing where the wise man/narrator keeps repeating "He sleeps and he sleeps and he sleeps" over and over, like some kind of gag-joke". I should've realized then, that was a BIG clue as to what was going on. Some of the lights were on throughout the house. The backdoor into the kitchen was open too and wind blows in through the screen. I am SO confused at this point, what's going on here? Why did I go to bed and leave the house like this? At this moment everything gets incredibly vivid and reality is kicked up a notch. That's when I start to wonder, 'maybe this is a dream!'. I try to move some tumbleweed stuff that blew in from the door with my mind. I got it to move one way, then the other so I'm pretty sure it wasn't just the wind. Just then my phone rings in waking life and I wake up.

Waking up felt like a teleportation of consciousness from the dream body to the one that was lying in my bed, newly awaken.

This dream is notable for being the first one where I was actually confused by things in the dream. Even though I didn't reality check for a long time, all of my lucid dreams so far have not involved RCs. Usually I just become lucid like a light switch has turned on. So I think this dream was a step in the right direction.

So, this dream was quite vivid, and though none to exciting it was still enjoyable and actually quite relaxing. I woke up right after the dream, 3am, thinking "Well, that was a pleasant dream."

So, the dream starts out located in a larger town. I am outside walking down the sidewalk with the road to my left, grass to my right with houses lined about 20 meters over and occasional planted aspens every couple meters.
I was walking and came across my mum who was telling some childhood story about crushing a cockroach. I was just thinking, "but it is impossible to kill cockroaches!" When this good 4-5 inch long cockroach comes crawling across the pathway, apparently wanting revenge for being stepped on by my mum. My mum continues to step on the cockroach as I watch, and she ends up with a good jump crushing its head (somehow). It sits for a second, un-flattens then crawls into the grass and I state, "See? Impossible to kill cockroaches!"

At this point my mom disappears and the sun barely starts setting. I see someone's driveway and walk up it for some reason, noticing this HUGE tree that looks very climbable (The kind of tree where there are branches 1-3 feet in diameter). I think I will grab my little sis so we can "explore" the tree and have a little fun. I run back across the various lawns of houses, coming up to "our house" (which is nothing like our house) where I see my little sis. We also have a big tree so I decide to try climbing it a bit while telling her about the large tree I found. She asks about how big the branches are and I put my arm in a circle (touching my hip) to show her how big, while hanging from our tree by my other hand. She complains it is too small and dangerous to climb, but in the end I convince her to join me.

I random race starts between us towards the tree. At this point the scenery changes and it is in the middle of the day and very vivid. I find as I race my little sis that while running I can simple take REALLY long strides as I sort of hover over the ground as long as my legs are in the "running" position. I am booking at what feels like a good 30-40 miles an hour with my sis keeping up easy. The scenery is lush green grass everywhere, no longer in a town. There are scattered trees on both sides, but mostly it is fields. In front of me quite a few meters ahead the ground drops down in a steep (probably 45 degree) hill. As we approach this steep hill, which goes down a good mile (if not longer) I notice were are barely above and looking down upon many huge mountain ranges below with a blue misty color over them and a bright blue sky with the sun clearly visible. We start racing down the hill at top speed where the dream starts to fade and I wake up.

Not the most exciting dream, but that last part especially was a very nice experience.

Dream - Lucid - AP

I remember having 3 dreams about Katherine last night, but I can only remember a bit of one.

I was with Katherine outside of this movie theater. It was kind of run down. I also remember being inside one of the theaters. Throughout the dream, Katherine was carrying a laptop with her. I also remember a man being with her. He looked older and kind of messy, with messy, shoulder-length dark brown hair and some facial hair.

I remember being in the bathroom with her. She was talking to me as I looked for a stall. I found one, and noticed that there were only 3 walls of the stall, and two toilets in it. I sat down on the toilet. I peed for a long time, still talking to Katherine through the door.

Then, a black girl about my age who was with a white girl walked up. The black girl walked into the stall, which wasn't hard, since there were only 3 walls. This made me think about a comment Rman made on one of my dreams, one I had about being walked in on in a stall. I quickly forgot, however. The black girl looked at me for a minute, and I looked back. I felt kind of intruded upon, but dismissed it since there were only 3 walls, afterall. She started to change her pad while talking to the white girl that was with her.

I then remember talking to Katherine as she was sitting down inside the bathroom. She was on her laptop. I remember wanting to get out of there; wanting to leave, but I tried to be patient. I remember Katherine saying something about someone "stealing something right in front of her face." I started to think about our falling out, and hoped she didn't bring that up, because I was in no mood to argue or fight.

I then remember seeing some theme park behind a building that we were at. The sky looked cloudy, like it might rain. I was surprised that there was a theme park there, and commented on it to Katherine. I also said something about me going to Universal Studios over spring break. She said "Yeah, there's a theme park here!", and then all the sudden we were going down this green water slide with her in front of me.

~

I woke up in my bed, and had to use the bathroom. I was thinking about my dreams. I felt very awake, and I stretched as I entered the bathroom. I tried to turn on the light in the part of the bathroom where the toilet and shower are, and it wouldn't come on. "I bet the other one's out too...", I thought. Then, I tried the main light, where the sinks are. It wasn't working either. "Really?", I said. I still had to use the bathroom, so whatever.

I then tried turning on the light in my room so I could at least have a little light in the bathroom. Only one lightbulb flickered. It was very dim. I then turned on a second light in my room of a second fan that was there. The same thing happened as did with the first fan light. I remember thinking that this would be a good opportunity to try a WBTB, since I felt more awake, and I had been up longer than originally planned.

~

I was at my old apartment. I was in Caitlin's room. She was with our other friend Katie. They were getting ready to go to a party. They asked me to go, and I told them no, I didn't want to. They left.

Then, I was with my friend, Leigh. I was at her house. She told me Caitlin was getting too crazy and drunk at these parties, saying that she was pulling "carnival tricks" or something, trying to pull her eyes out of socket and stuff like that, and going way too far with it; it was becoming very dangerous. I thought about seeing her do that in the past. She also said that it was mostly Caitlin, and Katie was actually not as bad about it.

Then, I asked Leigh if she had any weed. She pointed out a white and grey marbled stone-made pipe that was sitting on a dresser beside a picture frame. She said there was a little left in there. She mentioned something about our friend, Bret. I started to smoke the pipe.

Then, I was riding in the car with Leigh, smoking the pipe still. I looked down into it and noticed it was out; nothing but ashes left, though some looked like they were still burning slightly. I started to feel a little high. I thought about people possibly seeing me smoking in the car, but I didn't seem to care too much, though I tried to stay alert. I was talking to Leigh.

~

I was on stage at my high school's auditorium. I was holding sheet music. I was a first act for some program we were performing. I was singing; rehearsing. The song started with F quarter notes and the words were "Teenie, Teenie" at the beginning. My choir teacher said something about me being intimidated or scared about going first. I honestly thought I would be too, but I didn't feel that bad. I was singing the music, and I sounded pretty good. "Teenie" sounded like a different word as I sang it though, because I was pronouncing it weird. I thought about performing for a crowd as opposed to an empty auditorium. I didn't feel very nervous about it, surprisingly (I get VERY nervous about this kind of thing in waking life).

Then, I remember sitting out in the auditorium, watching a group of 3 sing the next song.

Then, I remember being back up there again, and this time, we were singing to die. It was strange, it was like we were all sick, and we were going to end our lives. There was one alternative that she mentioned that I didn't like (can't remember what), so my teacher suggested another, and gave me a screwdriver I was supposed to sing into and it would rip my skin off as I sang, leaving nothing but bones. I wasn't ready to die yet! I didn't want to do this. I started singing into the weird screwdriver and reading my music. Nothing really happened. I remember seeing some eighth notes on the page.

Instead of killing myself, I decided I just needed to take my dirty clothes off. I started to walk away, taking off my dirty clothes until I was down to my underwear, which I also took off. I threw it all in my hamper.

so i just came from school ad sleeeped like 2 hours

my dreams was only about weed.

i was a dealer so i had weed and rolling joints and dealing to everyone i dont know where it was a weird place
i was with my friends and so at the end i had to go somewhere then my alarm made me wake up ..
i set it back more 20 mins
so i back to the weedy dream and i was trying all the time to go somewhere maybe to smoke weed but i couldnt cus time get fast in my dream and my alarm wakes me up xD... but at the end somehow i finished dealing or so and got my weed pack and went to smoke... from then i just woke up again ...


2 hours sleep

15/04/2011

April 15, 2010

Notes
Went to bed at 11:30pm, woke up 5:30 and hit the snooze till 6. Remembered entire dream without trouble, woke up feeling strangely frustrated without explanation. Motifs of school, travel, searching. Woke up extremely thirsty, carry over of this into dream. Also went to bed in a tight shirt, carry over into dream. Somewhat boring.

Entry 003
I'm in the tan leather seats of the van I come home in everyday, complete with the same driver who has his trademark limited English. For some reason Kevin and Neil aren't there. I get the feeling I've fallen asleep in the car and we've veered way off course. We were supposed to be going home, but I have no idea where we are now.

We stop at one of the typical little bazaars lined with questionable stores. I sift through a couple piles of clothes. I'm looking for a new shirt, my current one is very uncomfortable. I'm wearing a uniform, not quite my school one, but some kind of uniform. I can't find any clothes, so I get back in the van. My shirt is so tight and uncomfortable I start to take it off while still in the van, then suddenly realize how inappropriate that is. I pull my shirt back down, embarrassed having being caught in the middle of a huge lapse in judgement.

When I get home, I go straight to my bedroom and find a bunch of my friends sitting in a circle around my rug. I start to loudly complain to them about a reading assignment in class-- A story about Sir Lancelot. I start to insult the author as if he is still living, while simultaneously being aware that he died in the middle ages. I talk about how he's only 3 feet tall and mock him for being a midget. I have an image in my head of a dwarf in a brown friar's robe and a ring of hair on his otherwise bald head. I pause my rant to try and drink water from an overlarge can, but it's like gravity is holding the water to the bottom of the can. A few drops fall out, but I can't drink no matter how hard I try.

I awaken.

I was in a elevator looking upwards, I suddenly became conscious and was able to think, feel and move. (Not my head, for some reason). I was able to recall that I wasn't supposed to get to excited or else I would wake up... for some reason I had trouble thinking this, as it would repeat in my head. I got excited anyway, and woke up (I think, or I transferred to another dream because I woke up looking at bolts and screws...). Before that I had a dream that I don't consider lucid, because even though I could control myself, I didn't feel "there". I was in a elevator with a friend, and we just escaped by some midgets with guns, the elevator kept going down (To the midgets) and I wanted it to go up, so I remembered a few tactics from this website. I yelled at the top of my lungs "GO UP! I want to go UP!" "What are you doing? I want to go UP!" "This isn't good enough I want to go UP!" It eventually did, but only for a few seconds, like it was teasing me.

Lucidity: 9/10 (maybe better!)
Vividness: 9/10
Length: ~20-25 Min. (longest since 4/15/11)

When I was about to do something as soon as I became lucid I remembered how to make my lucid longer. So I did that. Then after I rubbed my hands, felt the ground, and smelled the air. I started to feel and notice a lot more things just like the tutorial said it would. So I started off small and started playing around lightly. I saw my shadow and saw that it was going crazy so I gained control of it and made my shadow how it is supposed to be. Then I just walked around for a while. Then I was in my house and was still lucid. I was trying to think of multiple reasons of why I was dreaming. I noticed that I had two of the same video cards and the box for it which I haven't seen in years. Then my brother, or somebody, wanted me to do something and then left. I immediately left after he did. Then all of a sudden it became kinda like a story. I killed someone, on accident, and I had to do something for them. I was in a hospital and the doctor asked me how she died. I was about to tell him when my friend dragged me out of the room. He was kinda mad. The only way I could possibly help the person I killed was to Lucid Dream. So this is my longest lucid ever. I had a team and I need them in order to complete my task. It was Kaleb, Ramone, and some other people that I didn't realize. So I found a bunch of glass that looked like it was from Minecraft so I broke it and jumped down. When I got down, almost immediately, some guy showed up and pointed at the sky and said "look, look at the stars! See how there glowing and bright? Their doing the burial of your body." It was a wonderful experience to experience something like that, especially in a lucid. I felt like I had died, and was on my quest to heaven. I asked him "do we have a time limit?" He said "yes." We had to finish the quest before our bodies died. Then he showed me a demonstration of how we were lucid dreaming this long. He was controlling our bodies, making them do what they would do if we were awake. Then he said "now, let's do something fun!" He pointed at the sky and made the scenery behind him completely change. We were to find some objects to help us on our quest. All I wanted to do was sell them rather than use them. But my friends kept me from doing that. Then it was kinda like Halo and I was running around with Halo-like weapons shooting skinny blue aliens and such. I felt like I was on computer. I was in a house and then I saw Sara so I thought "as always, I will end this lucid dream with some lucid sex." Then a timer showed up and said 19:19.19 minutes or something, I was like "cool, a timer. Now it will make it easier to find out how long I've been dreaming!" Then I woke up and remembered my very vivid and lucid adventure.

Well they say there's a first for everything, and last night I actually achieved lucidity before 4AM (which is unheard of in my case). My memory was rather vague upon waking. I recall it being longer than my average lucid, but I only remember it from a certain point onwards.

Anyway:

Lucid = orange

It's day time, and I'm walking past the Westlands Airfield bit (it would be classed as an alley-way if there were buildings either side of me, instead of fencing). When I emerge, there's no cars. I'm standing on the road with the intentions of fulfilling one of my goals, which is to find a computer and use it to tap into my memories, and I knew there would be one at my house, which I wasn't too far from. (I read somewhere here that somebody had been able to do that via google in a lucid).
To get there quicker/more chance of staying lucid, I call for my dream guide. I then see a heavily armoured DC with a single horn on his head, coming towards me in the distance. Again, it was a completely different person, and the fact he looked awesome was almost too good to be true. I approached him and asked if he was my dream guide. He nodded, and then corresponded to my wishes before, turning himself into an armoured rhino with me riding on top, taking me to my house.
I don't remember how long I had been lucid at this point, but I do remember thinking before/after calling for my guide that this lucid had lasted considerably longer than usual, and I was having absolutely no difficulty seeing, talking, or anything, like I sometimes do - everything was perfectly clear.
When we arrive at my home I thank him, and then ask if there's any way he could bestow better memory upon me, so that I could record all of my lucid upon waking. He said he couldn't do this, and instead left me a parting gift: A duplicate of my bike with a few extra lights on the front, which were extremely powerful. I can't remember the reason why he did this, but it obviously had some use to me.
He then dissipated before my eyes, leaving me standing on my own with 2 bikes.

I thought I had woken up at this point, somehow going into a dream state on my way home (and sleepwalking). It seemed kind of strange, that concept I mean, and I decided to do a reality check just to make sure. I held my nose shut, and found I could still breathe through it. For some annoying reason, I took this as a sign that I was awake and didn't register the fact I had just succeeded with a reality check. I also thought that this extra bike was some miracle, as a dream remnant had stayed with me, even upon 'waking', although I was worried about how I would explain this phenomenon to my parents, and that they would think I had stolen it or something.
I then proceeded to put both in the garage. For a second I hesitated and figured I should dump the other bike off somewhere else to avoid suspicion, but then I dismissed that and just put them both in. I then hear motorbikes and see Mike & Wilson coming down the drive. It's night time now and I want to get some work done before I go to bed, so I have to tell them to come back another day.

Note: The next bits are fragments from before I was lucid, still in the same dream, I think.

I'm at school in the upper school hall and some guy is starting on me for no reason. I confront him fully, but he just hits me a few times. I don't give a damn as it doesn't hurt and continue to tell him how pathetic he is for doing this, since I've done NOTHING to him.

I'm running out of the upper school hall, not out of fear, but because I want to do something elsewhere. I'm kind of paranoid that people will mistake that for me running away from him, however.

I've got some long nose thing which I'm gonna use to take the piss outta this guy who started on me. Then some of his cronies (they're quite big) are about to come out the door, so I need to find a place to hide. My friend Niall is just about to go into the toilet at this point, so I figure that's the best place to go. However, the cronies try to get in (unaware that I'm there) so I quickly lock the door and hide in the disabled bit at the back of the room, hoping that Niall will then make an exit and they won't know the difference.

I'm on my bike about to leave the premises and go home. I need to go uphill though some people. They're kicking a ball around and it flies past me. I stop and try to kick it back but it goes the wrong way.

This next bit is from my last dream, some hours later:

I'm in some random place with a large group of people. We're hunting a type of something (I think), or just trying to defend ourselves from an attack. We all have guns. People in the group keep getting attacked by ravenous wolves, losing limbs as a result. It almost happens to me at one point; I'm out of ammo and one is charging towards me, about to strike. Somebody yells ''Kick it in the face as hard as you can, you've got nothing to lose!'' so I try. I can't move, I think I'm done for. Then somebody jumps in front of me and takes the hit, losing his leg.

Later on the group gather up. I ask if anybody has any ammo, and somebody hands me more than 2 times the amount I need. I'm seriously grateful and load my gun, putting the rest of it into the bag. My friend Ash then says ''Well, I'm gonna stick with you then!''

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I sat at a small dining table in "my apartment." My friend H sat across the table from me. The table was narrow, and the room was kind of drab. The walls may have been some kind of dull green, and the only other thing in the room may haved been a bed.

H was being really mean to me. It seemed to be because she was in a bad mental state. I figured this was because she had been talking to her old boyfriend, C.

I got really mad that H had let herself get mixed up with C again. I stood up and leaned all the way across the table, getting into H's face. I said, "Are you talking to C again?" H may have given some kind of non-verbal confirmation.

I sat down and leaned back in my chair. I said, "Get out of here, you disgusting b---h."

H stood up and headed for the door, upset and in a really scattered state of mind. She had brought a couple of bags worth of stuff to my house. I told her as she was leaving to take her stuff with her. But she wasn't listening to me.

I took the stuff and sat it outside the door. H was already heading down the stairs. I yelled at her that I was leaving this stuff outside of my apartment, so she better come pick it up. But she didn't listen.

I went back inside my apartment. I was a little worried for H's stuff, but I wasn't going to bring it back into my place. I went back into the bedroom. I figured that I would go away somewhere, take a few days in another town. That way I could make some kind of final separation from H.

I found two small items of H's still in my room. One was a small, padded manila envelope with some kind of Japanese writing on it. Another was a thick card that looked like its backing was made out of manila envelope paper. This card had Japanese writing on it as well, something like an advertisement for a destination or some kind of clinic.

I looked into the envelope. It was full of medicine and inhalers. But it also had something which I couldn't see clearly, but which reminded me of a box of condoms. It seemed clear to me from this that H was messing around with C again, which was definitely bad news and something I wasn't willing to be a part of again.

I got really worried about H's stuff outside. I was afraid it would get stolen, because it seemed like the people in my apartment were really crooked. But I just didn't want to have anything to do with H anymore.

For some reason, I called H to tell her that I was going on a trip somewhere, but that I found two more packages of hers at my place. I'd just mail these packages.

At some other time I got a phone call from H. I imagined that she would ask me where the bags were that she'd left at my apartment. I imagined that I'd have to tell her they were gone by now, if she hadn't come back to get them. I imagined that she'd be mad.

Dream #2

I was sitting in a kind of small bedroom, which may actually have been a studio apartment or a dorm room. I sat on the bed, with my back against the wall and my legs partly off the side of the bed.

A mother stood with her back to me. She had two daughters, both of whom were young, one of whom may have been about eleven or twelve years old. Both girls stood with their backs to me as well, and in front of their mother.

The mother was acting as if she were driving a car somewhere. It really was like she was driving a car and taking us somewhere. It was like the girls were in the front seat and I was in the back seat. The younger sister looked back at me. I smiled at her in a kind of flirting way.

The younger sister got interested in me and sat down on the bed next to me, on my left side. She was blonde, and she wore a red and black or pink and black flannel jacket and blue jeans. She may have looked older that eleven, maybe even in her late teens.

At some point I may have laid my hand on her leg. She held my hand. I felt really excited. I thought I might try to make another move. But I then thought, Isn't this wrong? I'm a lot older than this girl. She's really young. I shouldn't be getting romantic with her like this.

The older sister now wanted a little attention as well. She sat on the bed, to her sister's left. She had tan skin and brown hair. She wore a short, white, satiny dress that looked like a Chinese-style skirt-dress. She was really sexy, but I wasn't incredibly interested in her.

The girls had to go somewhere. They said they'd be back. I was kind of glad to see them go -- I was a little freaked out that I had been making moves on an eleven year old girl. But before the older sister left, she said she and the mother would have the younger sister come back into the room so she could be alone with me.

I was really excited about this. I thought, Well, if they think it's okay, then it must be okay! I lay down, stomach down, on the bed. Somehow I realized that the situation was different from what I'd thought it had been. There were a few people coming to this room in a while. There was going to be a party, probably with old friends of mine from college.

I may have walked into the bathroom. When I came out of the bathroom, one of my old college friends' mothers walked into the room. She was nice-looking, older, skinny, blonde. She wore a form-fitting, dark blue sweater and dull, blue slacks. She had something like dry cleaning in her arms. She folded the dry-cleaned clothes over a chair at the dining table.

The woman and I spoke politely, but it seemed to me like I wasn't classy enough to be a satisfactory friend for the woman's child, and that somehow the woman was restraining her disappointment in me.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

1st Dream:

I'm in Bad Company 2 again, on Isla Innocents at the first base.

I'm on the ground in my transport helicopter waiting for a gunner to come into it and help me. Someone finally came into it and I took off. It was a girl wearing pink. I remember thinking that she isnt that hot- but she will do. We move towards the first base and I get read for her to start shooting out my right side. When we actually get to the Island, I realize that there are no enemies. In order to blow up the base, I have to untie her shoe. I start to untie it and gunfire starts to hit the side of the heilo.

Alarm clock goes off and I wake up. Pretty weird dream.

2nd Dream:

This dream skips around a lot- but I will try to keep up with it.

I'm in the city (I dont really know what city, I've never been here IRL). It's night time, and I'm with my friend Stephen in a parking lot, along with my Spanish teacher from school. We are looking for a place to park are car without having it get broken into. The parking lot is small, I would say about 30 cars are in it. It is elevated above the main street to the left, and has trees on the left side of the parking lot (but I can see buildings just a few feet farther than the tree's. Mr. Teacher says that people could easily break in from here so we should find another place to park it.

We are driving down the road looking for places, still. We decided that we should bring it to a place where you have to pay $10 for parking. People who want stereos wont pay $10 to get into that area. We find a parking lot for a video theater, but Mr. Teacher says that people would pay $10 for stereos because they could sell them for more than $10 and make the money back.

We end up in some underground place that looks almost like a subway station. There is a place on the right that I think would be a good place to park the car, but once again the idea gets shot down. There are some futuristic looking doors on the left that open by moving into the wall. Everything in this place is white, and the doors are a light blue color. It is kind of crowded, also.

3rd Dream:

I'm playing some kind of weird video game. I am in third person view while in a tank. Everything looks pixelated and fake. I press a button somewhere inside of the tank and it lifts off of the ground and starts to fly. My friend max says "whoa, you cant do that in real life". I continue to fly, and start to fly forward. I can see I am flying over other tanks that are hard green colored (compared to my light green colored tank). I see a red tank, so I set my tank down and start to fire at its back. It turns towards me and I start to circle around the tank while flying and shooting at it. It hits me once more and my tank blows up.

The first thing I remember is walking through an abandoned school. I can tell it's a school from the slightly moldy, but still identifiable posters everywhere that have the alphabet and other grade school concepts on them. The building itself is in an odd state of disrepair, with some sections being totally ruined and overgrown with moss and roots that don't seem to go anywhere, and others being pristine and flawless. From the windows that line the hallway I'm walking through, I can see that it's raining outside, and lightning flashes intermittently. There is a smell of rotting meat that pervades the entire complex no matter where I go.

I'm dressed in my grandfather's flight jacket from WW2 with a white scarf wrapped around my neck. In my right hand there is a silver .357 magnum, and I can feel fistfuls of bullets in my jacket's pockets. A long knife hangs in its sheath on my left side, and I constantly find myself resting my left hand on it. Finally, there is a small bag slung over my shoulder, and I can hear some objects banging up against each other as I walk, but I don't check what's in the bag just yet.

I continue walking for some time, always checking over my shoulder every few minutes. However, out of nowhere, all the doors in the hallway open up and the undead begin to pour out of them in huge numbers. Their faces are rotting and green foam forms around the jagged teeth in their mouths, their clothes ragged, and their fingers all end in black, bird-like talons. They begin to shriek in one continuous cry as they begin to charge at me by climbing walls, crawling on the ground, and jumping from the ceiling to the floor. I quickly raise my gun and fire off a single shot into the horde in front of me. The gun is much more powerful than it might seem, as the mere act of firing the gun shatters all the glass around me, and the bullet's force rips through every monster in front of me at once. I then turn and dispatch the undead behind me in the same manner.

This proves to be a useless act, though, as more begin to charge down the hallway behind me, so I take off, running to a stairwell. After quickly climbing the stairs, I drop the bag I had down the stairwell and shoot the bag as soon as it hits the floor. The bag explodes and destroys the fragile staircase, and the rubble blocks the horde from chasing me any further.

This new floor is not much different from the first aesthetically, but now I begin to check each room. In the first six rooms, there is nothing but ruined classrooms, but in the seventh, I see the woman-in-red sitting at a desk. This time, her hair is tied up in a ponytail, and she's wearing a Catholic school girl's uniform with a red sweater-vest and white stockings. Her red eyes meet mine, and she smiles and gives a small wave, after which I close the door.

All of a sudden, I feel the hairs on the back of my head stand up and I impulsively duck and roll away. The place where I was standing is suddenly torn apart by the claws of what appears at first to be a wolf-man in ripped clothes. However, as the wolf-man turns to me, I can see that it's actually my best friend. While her face and body seem human, many periphery features such as her ears and the color of her eyes are a wolf's instead. In addition, her fingernails are sharp claws, she has pointed canine teeth, and a tail swishes back and forth behind her.

She lunges at me again, and I respond by shooting four shots at her. She is able to dodge these bullets, and knocks my gun aside. We then begin to strike at each other, her with her claws and I with my knife for some time until I'm able to knock her to the ground with a tackle. I then jump over her prone body, snatch up my gun and frantically begin to reload it as she gets up and begins to howl in fury. At the last instant, I finish loading the gun and point it at her just as she slashes at my throat. I can feel the sharpness of her claws on my neck as I pull the trigger, and muzzle flash and crack from the gun is the last thing I'm aware of before I wake up.

This dream that I faintly remember took place in a third-person view. It was a bunch of people inside a tomb that had no entrance or exit except through a portal in a pit. The room itself was a basic square with a pit in the center that had sand in it. The pit had a floor of sand and apparently housed some coffins of famous heroes. Surrounding the pit perimeter on the second level, there were four statues placed at each corner that resembled the grim reaper and a small rail to prevent people from falling in. On the second floor, the walls each had iron doors leading to rooms that resembled some sort of prison cell. If you opened one, a bunch of demons would come out and try to kill you. So as these people opened each door to find the key to open the portal, demons poured out each and every one. A few got injured, but not severely. It wasn't until they finally opened the last door and found the key that some demons materialized at the four statues and looked exactly like the grim reaper. The portal instantly opened and the people rushed towards the portal, all while the reapers started swinging their scythes and flying at them. They all escaped, but the room almost stayed exactly the same. The bright orange lights that once lit the room now changed into a bluish color and the tombs developed vines all over the place. The sand had also turned to grass and a large natural door appeared at one of the walls in the pit. I say "natural" because it looked like a cavern entrance made from the erosion from water.

I suppose attempting to "de-stress" myself has worked a little. xD
I know for certain though I had another dream after this, it's just that I can't seem to remember. :/
Well! I gotta say, I'm looking forward to the weekend!