non-lucid

All I can remember from last night's dream is that I was being chased... that's it seriously. Goshhhh WHAT CAN I DO TO MAKE MY DREAM RECALL GOOD AGAIN?!?!? HELP ME!!!!

Plans: Right now my primary plan is to recall some dreams since it has been quite a while since I have done so. I also have plans to meet up with MoSh in a Hogwarts dream, and there are many more tasks on my list that I won't bother listing here. But my main goal is to remember some dreams.

Window Stealing
I am at a swap meet with Tigress, and we are just browsing the stalls looking for something interesting. I have it in the back of my mind that I should steal something before we leave the swap meet. It doesn't have to be much, but I have to steal something. So as Tigress and I browse the stalls I am on the lookout for something I can easily steal. I would also like it to be something I want, but I won't be picky.

We leave one of the stalls and it turns out Tigress has already stolen something. She stole a golden bracelet with green gems in it. Pretty. I wonder if the gems are real or if she just stole a cheap piece of costume jewelry. Either way it's pretty. I go back to the jewelry store and look around. I find a golden ring that is on a stand not visible from the checkout. I take it and try it on as if interested, then when I see no one is looking, I slip it into my pocket. I wonder if there are cameras. No matter as long as I leave quickly. Outside, Tigress hands me a drink. She says it's really good, but drink it slow. If I drink it too fast it is poison, but taken slow, the body can take care of it. It is really good, but I make myself sip it. I look at the bottle and see it is 98 proof alcohol! I know I have never had any alcohol that strong before… no wonder I am feeling tipsy. I know Tigress and I have to catch a plane. Well now that neither of us can drive, we'll have to catch a cab.

Aliens on an Alien World
I am viewing this dream as if I am not actually in it, more like I am watching a television show. I am looking at a living room, the room looks pretty normal, but the family in it are not human. They are clearly an alien race, their skin is a bright color orange, their eyes look different… the eyes look quite strange, rather reptilian.

Other than that it looks like a normal family. A mother and father, an older boy, a younger girl, and a baby. They are all arguing with the older boy, who looks to be in his teens if I can judge by human ages, they are accusing him of being a drug addict. He is drinking a glass of milk. That is the drug. He gets really angry whenever someone tries to take it away from him and hisses to announce his discontent. While they are arguing, more aliens come into the room. These look much like the first ones, but their skin is blue. The visitor tells the other aliens to back off of the boy, he has something better. He hands the boy a bottle, which the boy skeptically takes a drink of. He clearly likes the new drink and tosses away the milk. He seems to no longer crave the milk. The visitor says the new drink will cure the addiction. It works so well because the replacement has a small amount of milk in it to heap wean the boy off.

The Puppets of the Puppets
I am in what looks like a pretty normal looking city, or at least I don't notice anything strange about it right away. Everyone is wandering around and going about their normal business, though I am not sure what I am doing there. I curse my own memory for not remembering what I am doing, what's happening? Early Alzheimer's? That would suck giant mutant monkey balls! It seems people are pushing each other around and being especially rude about now. Some asshole pushes me out of the way and tells me to get back to work. Work on what? I see a paper on the ground and pick it up. The writing says, "OBEY" in big black letters. I throw it in a trash can. I find more papers that say similar things. "Obey." "Conform." "Assimilate." "Comply." Um… what the hell is going on? It is reminding me of an old 'B' movie about aliens controlling the human population, the movie was called "They Live" and the aliens and the truth could be seen with special sunglasses. The aliens looked like zombies.

Well, in the movie, the truth could be seen with sunglasses, so I snag a pair off of a shelf and put them on. Nothing changes. Well, I guess it wouldn't be just any pair. I find one in the trash and put it on. Now I see the aliens. They don't look like zombies, but like puppet masters. You can see them controlling people with strings. And they are also being controlled by strings by reptilian aliens. I use Liberate on everyone in the area, freeing both the people and the puppet masters at the same time. The reptilian aliens go on a killing spree. I multiply myself using the Divide song by disturbed and fight off the aliens using an acid that proves pretty harmless to humans (it might create a slight skin irritation) but is deadly to the aliens. After being sprayed with the acid they really do look like the aliens in "They Live" except they are also dead.

A Weight Loss Dream
I am in bed, but I don't have much room. I try to roll over but I just roll out of bed and onto the floor with a thud. I am glad I didn't hurt myself as much as I thought I would. I look back on the bed, and it turns out I was sharing the bed with my mother for some reason. She is sprawled out and taking the entire bed. Since she is quite overweight, this leaves absolutely no room for me. I go to the living room to watch television. My mom comes in and says she's sorry for hogging the bed, so she got me a present. She takes out this really nice shirt and says it's mine.

I can tell right away it's too small for me. I tell her that. She says to try it on first. I try it on and I look at myself in the mirror. It fits perfectly! Not because it's larger than I thought, but I am smaller than I thought! My stomach is almost flat! My weight loss has really paid off! I am so happy. I am in the bathroom looking at myself, so I sit on the toilet to take care of business. For some reason the thing won't stop flushing, and each time it does, cold water sprays my bottom.

Harry Potter and the Demon Parasite
I am at Hogwarts, and we are all preparing to start on the next challenge of the Tri-School tournament. There is only one problem going on… Harry Potter has gone stark raving mad. He is yelling and spitting curses at everyone in the vacinity, and it is clear that he also wants to claw someone's eyes out. His current target is Ron. I have seen Harry get mad at Ron before, but this is ridiculous! Hermione tries to get him to back off, and Harry attacks her, grabbing her hair and violently pulling at it. MoSh makes Harry let go of Hermione, then Harry goes for MoSh's eyes. MoSh uses astral tentacles to hold Harry at a safe distance from everyone. Professor Moody, who I know to be a fake, is there trying to use spells on Harry. I wonder if that is the cause. It is not. Moody is actually trying to calm Harry down, but his attempts are all epic fails. Harry is now trying to claw at Moody and succeeds in grabbing Moody's magical eye, and pulling it out. A couple of people watching that back off a couple paces with a collective, "Eeewww…" MoSh is saying that Harry has a parasite, and Moody is just pissing it off. Moody says that's absurd. I go over to them, and MoSh and I manage to hold Harry and take the parasite off. Harry passes out, and is taken to the hospital wing. I take the parasite and look at it.

What happened that Harry picked up this parasite? I focus on finding that out. I get images right away. Draco, I see Draco with the parasite, placing it on Harry's back as he walked by and made a stupid remark. This annoys me. I leave the scene and go to find Draco, taking the parasite with me. I find Draco and take him to a place where I can talk to him alone, where I pull out the parasite and ask what he know about it. He says nothing. I add that liars really piss me off, so try that one again. He says he knows nothing about it… it looks like a common worm. I say ok, that means it's harmless. I walk past Draco and put it on his neck. He freaks out and pulls it off, throwing it on the ground, and stomping on it. So it's not harmless, I say. I ask where he got it. He says he found it, I can tell he is lying. I tell him to try that one again. He says nothing, he appears afraid of whoever gave it to him. The image I get is of a creature hidden in the darkness of the forbidden forest. I tell him I will find that creature, and take care of that, but I am getting sick and fucking tired of all this cheating!

Portal to Doom
I am in a long hallway with dim lighting. I hear strange growling and snarling all around me, it seems I am in a video game. I look around the place to see what is going on, am I in a virtual reality setup? Nope. I'm dreaming! I do a RC and confirm that. I am in a game of Doom, but it is in my dream. I remember I had intended to do at least one of the tasks for the LPTC. I decide to go ahead with the Doom task I posted. I try to remember that… I need to find the portal and stop the flow of creatures from the other dimensions. So I start exploring the passages. I am being attacked almost constantly.

I defend myself using my Witchblade sword and energy blasts. I fight my way through the halls, I find a blue key card. But when I finally find a blue door it has been blasted down from the other side. I thought that wasn't supposed to be possible… I go through the door into a large room with a portal in the middle of the room. It looks a lot like a stargate. It is being kept open by an energy field coming from the surrounding equipment. So I blast the equipment, and that makes the portal also collapse. I am now blocked from the only exit. There are monsters there, all trying to get into the portal room. I fire a single energy blast into the group and chaos breaks out. It seems a zombie thought it had been attacked by an imp… so the zombie attacks back. It is so crowded that the zombie hits a large floating eyeball, which attacks the imp (who was the closest creature)… and soon chaos breaks out as the enemies all start fighting each other.

While the fighting is going on I fight my way through the group without anyone even realizing that I'm not one of them. There are a few more monsters in the halls, but no more huge groups. The keys are scattered, there are many doors of each color… It seems totally random as to where I find the keys and the doors. I finally find all the keys and unlock the doors so I can get out of the passages.

Ghost Hunters
I am in a house of some kind, I am there with Tigress and a couple of guides I don't recognize. We are looking through the place, I am looking to see if I can find evidence of real hauntings. I have a camera and I am taking pictures of everything, making sure to take pictures in sequences so I can compare the sequences later. I can sense that there is something out there, but I can't see anything. I am hoping I will be able to find something on the pictures I am taking. The house seems to be getting creepier as we go up to the higher levels, which seems odd to me, but I notice that the presences I sense seem more malevolent as we go farther up. Something up there is evil… or at least nasty… and it is downright cranky.

We reach the top floor and the feeling of hostility is downright palpable. There is something up there that is definitely not friendly. Tigress wants to get out of the place, and I can't say I blame her. But for some reason, even though I understand the desire to leave, I am not afraid… I am excited. With a presence this powerful I am sure to be able to see something on my pictures. As Tigress is wanting to leave the room I take a rapid series of photos all around the attic, which is where the presence feels strongest. I take photos until Tigress finally pulls me from the room, I hope I got enough to get the proof I want. I figure that with photo manipulation it might not serve as proof to anyone else, but it will be proof to me, which is what I really want. So now I go with Tigress and I am looking for an exit so we can both find our way out of this old haunted place.

I look at my TV stand from the same exact place I am sleeping in real life and There is a baby made of chocolate on the shelf. It went black after but It seriously was wierdly quick

Had a really long, vivid dream. There were some parts where I was actually getting pretty scared / emotional about it. Looking back on it, the plot was silly.

I was driving home and decided to stop by a friend's house. He wasn't home and I had to pick up my golf clubs and I knew where the key would be. I went inside the house, got my stuff, but decided to take a quick nap. I went to his room and slept in his bed for a while. I heard the front door open and his mom walked in so tried really hard to get out of the bed and get out of the house, but my body just wouldn't move. She found me and got really upset. My friend walked in and got upset too. I was apologizing profusely, and my friend kind of accepted the apology. The mom accepted the apology but said something along the lines of "don't expect my husband to be as lenient". I booked it out of the house and drove home.

Dream seemed a lot longer than the plot line, but a lot of the time I was waiting in suspense for the mom to come or I was trying to get my body to move out of the bed.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm at my new church. The sanctuary is big and sort of round [more so than it is in reality]. I'm sitting on a pew near the front of the room, from which I can see both the altar and the center of the room. In the center of the room is an elevated circle with six thick, round columns spaced evenly around its outer edge. Beyond the outer edge of the circle, centered in the back of the room just in front of the main doors, is a lectern. I recognize it as our regular lectern, even though it and all the columns are festooned with decorative constructs made out of LEGO toys. A sort of mesh made of bright orange axles and connectors from a LEGO set hangs down a little way over the sides of the top of the lectern. The columns are all similarly decorated. The woman standing at the back of the room places a LEGO construct that she refers to as her “crown of thorns” on top of one of the columns. This causes all the columns to start moving vertically, changing their relative heights. I think about how cool all this is, especially the hydraulic-powered columns.

The sanctuary is filled with people. We're there for the Children's Stations of the Cross [an event that actually is coming up in just a few weeks]. There are lots of kids there, going through the stations in small groups. A group of kids walks by in front of my pew, and I hear one of the girls in it complain that there aren't enough girls in her group. I decide to join the group so that there will be more girls in it. [I was my adult self in this dream, but no one took any particular notice of me.]

I follow the group to the back of the room, out the main doors, and into the narthex. We stop at the location of the plaque designating the first station, which is hanging on the wall between the narthex and the sanctuary, just to the right of the main doors to the sanctuary. Another adult woman is operating this first station. She's ready for us with a toy that someone at the church put together to make Stations of the Cross more interactive and engaging: a pretend PASIV device. Inside the case, I see a piece of equipment from Verizon's network, a white metal rectangular box with the Verizon logo on top. I know that the box contains telephone cables on coils that allow them to be pulled out and then retracted. You can pull out the cables through holes in the side of the box, and that's what the woman does. The plastic jacks on the ends of the cables plug into matching ports on the bracelets that the kids and I are all wearing. The jacks and ports are the same size and shape as the ones used for the LEGO NXT robots and their sensors, I note. [The cables, however, are satiny silver-gray in color, not black like in real life.]

When all of us are plugged in by our bracelets and the device is turned on, the bracelets start pulsating, contracting and expanding in a way meant to simulate the sensation of an increasing heart rate. The experience is intended to help us identify and empathize with someone who is in mortal terror. While doing this, we all lie down on the tile floor and pretend to be asleep, because we know that this is what we're supposed to do when playing with a pretend dream-sharing device. [When I woke up and recalled all this, I thought it was hilarious both that my brain had created this scenario directly inspired by Inception, and that I had never realized that I was dreaming.]

After this, I walk through the parish hall [both the narthex and the parish hall are exactly like the ones at St. Mark's in Upland] and pick up some snacks. There seems to be some kind of meeting going on in one part of the room.

[Next cycle.] I'm walking on a wet, slippery stone-and-concrete courtyard in the middle of some old buildings with lots of dark-brown wood. The ground is wet because it has been raining; it's a gray, overcast day. I recognize this as an unfamiliar place and realize that I'm dreaming. This no longer shocks or startles me. I immediately start touching all the walls and handrails I pass, even crouching down at one point to lick up some of the water in one of the rain puddles. All of these actions evoke the corresponding sensations accurately.

I see a flight of wooden stairs leading up from the ground, attached to the outside of one of the buildings. I think, I wonder if I can turn these into an infinite loop. So I start climbing them, keeping track of how many segments of stairs separated by 90-degree turns I've climbed, counting them aloud. “One... two... three... now, when I get to the end of the next one, I should be back where I started from, right?” I say. When I get to the end of the fourth segment, though, I'm not back where I started from. The stairway just ends in a level, wooden, elevated walkway leading off to the right. “Damn you, astrophysics!” I exclaim aloud, expressing my disappointment that the normal laws of reality have prevailed despite this being a dream. [Why “astrophysics,” I have no idea.] I quickly shrug it off and continue exploring, walking along the walkway.

The walkway leads to the top of some steep, grassy hills. I crouch down near the top of one of them. I'm a little cold, so I try to summon a blanket to wrap around myself by thinking about one. Then I remember, No, just consciously, deliberately concentrating on it like that doesn't work. You have to know and expect that it will be there. I don't proceed to do this, though.

On top of one of the hills [the same one? A different one? I'm not sure], there is a concert stage with an amplifier sitting in the grass in front of it, to stage right. There's supposed to be a concert going on, but it's just beginning the process of being canceled. A rock band is on stage, but they aren't playing; they seem to be telling the audience at the bottom of the hill that there's no show to see, and some of the audience is beginning to wander away. They're canceling the show because the amplifier isn't working. I open up the top of the amplifier and find an AAA battery sitting half out of its battery cradle, which is itself only partially wired up to the rest of the amp. I reconnect all the wires and push the battery back into the cradle, and then the amp works. The band un-cancels the show and starts playing, and the audience stays and watches. I walk down the hill to join the audience. I notice that I'm now wearing the same two layers of coats that I often wear in real life. The dream starts to fade. Then I woke up.

Took 0.5 mg of melatonin before bed. Did a visualization MILD, visualizing my University.

Lucid Fragment

I am walking down the street near my university when I discover that I'm dreaming. I am able to change aspects of the landscape as I have visualized myself doing while awake.

Beautiful Women (fragment)

I am once again walking to class at the university. As I cut across a parking lot, a bunch of beautiful women show up. They are either African or African American, and look like models. I walk along with them, or they walk along with me, or something. Maybe this is even part of the above dream, but I can't remember.

Kids in Danger

I am in my own home (which also seems to be another place, maybe my old church). There are a bunch of kids with me. There is some kind of adventure going on, like a Boxcar Children story, or Tom Sawyer. I am a kid in this dream, named Taylor, or Huck, or Oliver or something like that. The other kids are out in our main living room, and there are bad guys outside. There is an adult with us, who leaves to do something that is supposedly important. I don't trust this guy.

Upon leaving us kids alone, the man says "keep watching out this window. Don't go anywhere or do anything, just keep watching. If they come, this is the window they will come through."

I know that there is a window upstairs that the villains may come through. I also have a feeling that the man is in with the bad guys. I decide to go watch out the back window. On the way, I stop in the closet to get a gun to take with me. I look in the closet, and see my 20 gauge and my father's 12 gauge shotgun. We have a couple of .22 handguns in there, but the shotguns are more powerful. I pick up my father's shotgun, and look for some ammunition. There is a box of shells on a kind of wooden ledge above the guns, but they seem to be fishing lures. I root through and find some shells I think will work, and drop them into the shotgun.

I run back to the back door (also the front door of my RL home) with my gun. I look out the window, and apparently see something. I dash out the front door, snapping the shotgun shut. Then I run a little ways, in pursuit of the bad guys.

While I'm running, I notice the shotgun seems awkward to carry. I look down, and see that it has more than the one barrell it usually has. As I look, I first count 2, then 4, and finally 6 or 8 barrells. Not only that, there are two triggers.

"How strange," I say to myself. "I know that this gun only has one barrell. What could be going on?" Immediately the thought comes to my mind "I must be dreaming. There's no other logical explanation."

I look around. Everything seems so real, it doesn't seem possible that I am dreaming. But there is no other explanation for the gun, and I know that I often think my dreams seem real. I turn around and head back for the house. "I'm dreaming," I say again, trying to grasp the idea. It just seems so real.

On my way back to the house, the plot and the realism overcome my realization that this is a dream, and I loose lucidity again.

Private Eye

I am a private detective. I have an office in a large city, which is also my current university, which is also my former university. Inside this office, you can walk into a sort of screen which hides your image from the outside. While I am hidden like this, my partner goes out onto the front porch of our office with a beautiful woman. I know the woman is trouble, but it's his decision. I watch from the inside, hidden behind this screen, while the woman shoots my partner. Then she shoots a few witnesses.

"We'd better shoot all the witnesses," her accomplice says.
"I don't see anyboy else around," she says, "nobody is in the building. Come on, let's get out of here."

I pick up my gun, and dash out the front door after them. They travel down the road, and turn left. I follow. They go down an alley, and I pull out my gun to be ready in case I come across them suddenly. Looking down the alley, I can see a house at the end that they are headed towars. It is one of the houses that I lived in when I was little. Apparently, this is their hideout.

I inspect my weapon, and notice that it is not a gun at all, but my set of throwing knives. I guess that's better than nothing, so I pull one out in case I need it. I look again, and I see it is once again a handgun. Then I remember that I never put bullets in the gun. At first I think that I keep the gun loaded, but upon closer inspection I see that the chambers are empty. I grimace with disgust at my oversight. What kind of detective am I?

I turn back towards the office. As I walk, crowds of people fill the street. The street is also a hallway now, I am at one of my colleges and classes are just letting out. I turn towards my office, which is now the maintenance section where I used to work. I need to get back, but some girl I know comes up to me. She wants me to look at her pictures, by which she means she wants me to go to her adult website. I don't really want to do this, but she keeps insisting. She shows me some rather obscene pictures of herself, but I manage to push past her to my office. Around here the dream ends.

3/7-8. 12. 8. Going through a covered walkway. Feels like a line to a ride kind of. I look into a piece of glass, it’s a window, but there’s nothing inside, and see a reflection of Ed, Edd, and Eddy. Edd is talking about something. Then it’s a CoD/ Metal of Honor kind of war training. Something about the gun magazine. Then dodging enemy gunfire.

At Universal Studios. Pass by an old looking part of the park. Sit on a bench. Glee people are there and sing a song (feels like that on vid of the people singing Bad Romance acapella). Then a building falls so I go over to help and dig 2 people out. One is an old man

Fighting Rift baddies. Then I’m on an iTunes-like site and DL Bad Romance. I think about putting my iPod of shuffle so I can hear it

835. In some older looking hotel. Hilarious British skits. In an elevator and when it goes up and stops you jump or something like that. I think a guy was scared so that’s why it was funny. Then in a room with an orange color to it. Some guys that look like Fred and George Weasley are showing me questions from a math test they took. They had the most hilarious answers to the questions. Some answers were so vague that they were right, and some were questions they missed because they had been misread, but were hilarious. Woke up actually laughing

I'm not sure if there was the thumb, but this is pretty much how it looked. Mind you, I was laughing hard at this

I befriended a black man named Bob. At first, he seemed pretty normal… I understood that a number of people I knew on campus had warned me not to associate with him, but I didn’t see what the problem was. He said he would show me his house. Instead of taking me to a residential area, he led me to the shore of the Chicago River where he had a mat of old, hardened newspapers set up under a bridge. I quickly observed that he was homeless. Immediately, I lost interest in the friendship; my positive experiences with homeless individuals were few and far between. I stared at the long since faded ink on the newspapers as I pondered a way to lose Bob. He would follow me if I tried a normal method of escape. I came up with a plan – I would take the train! Since he was homeless, he probably couldn’t pay the train fare. While I finalized the plan in my head, Bob asked me about random people. I didn’t understand his questions, but I soon figured out why – he thought the people were standing there with us! Bob was having serious hallucinations. I was glad I had figured out a way to distance myself from him… That wasn’t the sort of company I needed. When I told Bob I was going to the train station, he said he knew a shortcut. Rather than insist on just walking to the nearest one (the Green Line was only a few blocks away), I gave in and followed him.

The dream jumped. I was in an underground passage, following Bob with next to no idea where we would surface. He stopped me before a ladder and asked if I was sure about going on the train. Something about it frightened him. I insisted on continuing. I needed to get somewhere, I said. Bob started growling to himself in rage, but he cooperated. He had to release at least ten trap doors on the way up. These were intended to lock people out of his secret passage. He complained the whole way up about trains. When we emerged, I was stunned. We were on a train platform. My plan had been completely foiled by Bob’s clever shortcut… Of course he wouldn’t pay the fare – he could just skip the entrance! A quick look around revealed that we were on the Green Line, but a bit further west of the river. I wasn’t going to lose him so easily, it seemed… Surely, he wouldn’t be able to follow me onto a bus to the suburbs. He couldn’t tunnel his way into that one. I got on the next train to arrive and sat down close to the operator in case of an emergency. I still wasn’t sure what to expect from Bob. He took the seat next to me. As soon as the train started moving, he burst into sobs. This drew quite a few stares, but I let him cry. I did my best to seem like I didn’t know the guy. This continued for a few awkward minutes before he calmed down. He asked if I liked his new boots. Confused, I stared at his feet. He was wearing sneakers, not boots. He showed me his hands, and I realized he was supposed to be holding something. He was hallucinating a pair of fine boots.

“Oh… Yeah, they’re very nice,” I said in a kind voice. I came up with some kind of oxymoron to describe them, and he doubled over in laughter. I sensed that he might be on drugs. He was one of those people who don’t breathe when they laugh, so his chuckling was coupled with wheezing noises. Another black man walked up to us during this fit of laughter. He was wearing a baggy, black jacket, baggy jeans, and white sneakers. He was also half-wearing a baseball cap; it looked like it might tumble off his dreadlocks any moment.

“Shut up!” he shouted at Bob. He continued with a stream of vulgar, obscene name-calling before finally calling us both annoying. I tried again to pretend I didn’t know Bob, but the association had been made. I suddenly realized I was blind. It didn’t bother me much for some reason… I focused on what I could hear of the situation. The vulgar man came over to me and put his hand on my head. I’d rather not transcribe verbatim the ultimatum he gave Bob, but in essence, he wanted me to publicly pleasure him, and Bob had ten seconds to convince me to do it. I wasn’t going to have any of this. I teleported to the other end of the next train car over and pressed the emergency assistance button. I could see into the first car from my current position.

“There’s someone dangerous on the train,” I said. The guy stared at me from the first car with wide eyes. He started walking toward the second car.

“Attention, passengers…” an automated voice began over the intercom. “A dangerous customer has been identified. For your safety, lease be watchful for threats to yourself and others as we work toward removal.”

“He’s on the second train car,” I told the operator through the assistance system. The guy was approaching me in long strides. Instead of attacking me as I expected him to, the guy brushed past me on the way to the next car. “Make that the third,” I said. “He’s trying to get away.” The train stopped at the next station, and a bunch of people got off. I kept an eye out for the guy who threatened me and Bob, but I didn’t see him.

Bad recall, because of stress.....

Im talking with S and my mom, and we are planning to go to some cottage with S. Then Im in my room about to leave when my mom gives me some magazines.

This dream has been haunting me for a year and yet though I wished to re-enter the dreamscape, I was unable to do so mainly because I was quite uneducated regarding the Lucid Dreaming. The reason why I post this is because I may conduct a way of lucid induction of the very same dream (through MILD). Words cannot simply describe the emotions that I have experienced during my interaction with this peculiar simulated world, unlike any other dreams that I have ever experienced.

The dream contained 2 specific parts, and yet they were chained without the repulsion of change, which is extremely odd as they conveyed opposite philosophies.

The mountain in which the paradise stood still

The origins of the place I had the honor to visit thanks to my revolving subconscious seemed to lead a root in ancient mythology and rural simplicity. And however what seemed to be a rural dreamscape, with green meaningless fields of grass turned into a vivid green forest, in which I encountered a family of natives (DCs of course). They were interesting and friendly, but what impressed me was mostly was the fact that they could live in the wild forest, needing no cover. Their clothing (an overestimation of course, they were barely clothed) resembled the clothing old Indians used to wear. The men were bulky but with no exaggeration, they carried beards around their faces and yet no mustaches, and even so they we're not vibrating with masculinity but rather ignorance of the reality they lived in. The women were firmly shaped, with wavy hair and in contrast to the males, they were extremely feminine, by the way they would walk or gesticulate. I couldn't help but notice the way both males and females would convey sexual emotion though not in an explicit way, and I could also observe that they did not seem to limit themselves to the opposite gender, and though they would convey that through movements and interaction between them, there was no explicit action related to this topic, from which I could understand that they had the intelligence needed for one to be considered a "modern human being". The innocence they were living in was impressive and so I discovered the end of the forest, a great dark lake leading towards a broken mountain, from which cut I could see great shadowy horrific figures, overshadowing that part of the forest, allowing but a clearing to light the environment. As I have stated before, the feeling I instantly received through simply observing this image was one that I have never felt before, vibrating both bliss and and misery, and so I could only allow myself to kneel in front of it. For a moment, I had to look away, as it was too much to take. Peering again at the pretty postcard landscape, now that I could comprehend more of it, I noticed a ship sailing about, one that resembled the ones old Vikings used to sail with. I began to depart as I was waving to the family, still locked in its innocence, as the ship was taking me far away into the grotesque but peaceful nothingness.

In a moment's revelation, I looked and I could see but the lake, the ship and the stars, a true cosmic projection in space and time, which a moment will reverse, and the lake, and the ship, stood still amid the paradise.

The world that spins the other way

The flow of euphoria vanished and without the image of me landing somewhere, I could see the representation a a dystopia environment but I realized that it was just more than that. I was amid some strange metallic fields, displaying horrible representations of strange entities, from which I could stare at their heads, looking like gas masks, with the exception that these were no masks, they were certainly part of their head, as in the reddish glow of the sky, I could see both flesh and blood. The grass was now vibrating silver gleam and the demonic red of the sky, not to mention the crawling fire around me, showed true suffering. Two thoughts came in my mind: the suffering was useless, meaningless, unlike the wars men has started, I just knew that, no explanation being given. The second thought related my view upon this world: I was embracing it in harmony. Though these horrors moved sarcastically in a metaphysical procedure through me, I was at peace. A building displaying the image of ying-yang though the dark part was replaced by a red colour. More peculiar was my knowledge upon the world, I simply knew there were no cycles of day and night, but one single state, a red state, at which moment, looking in the far distance, an old house was burning in flames. I walked away, swiftly, observing suffering around me, perhaps beings running away to nowhere.

And I woke up.

Commentary:

The states of my mind which allowed me to preview this world were complex, and I hope that one day through lucid meditation, I could re-induce myself in this state of world... and could somehow cultivate more information regarding it.

TL;DR Iammad

The first dream I remember was that my mother had a fatal disease and one day she went out for a walk with her fiancé and her disease took a turn for the worse and I was mourning her death.

The next dream I remember was I that I was looking for places to do course work on a laptop that I had (In reality I don't have a laptop) in the worst possible place. The first place I went to was the theatres. There's a gap in my recall about what exactly happened in the theatres an I remeber leaving the theatres and walking into the parking lot where there is another gap in my recall... but the next place was a public cafeteria and I remember talking to some people there but I don't remember the conversations. In the end I remember somehow completing a whole unit in this dream despite the fact that I visited the worst places for concentration.

The final dream I remember was that I was making guitar fills for different rap songs and Oneironaut was listening to them. I remember making solos for one song and warning him to only play it on half volume because I forgot to equalize it out and the volume of the guitar almost blew the speakers out. A few of the solos were pretty creative, I might actually try writing a few of them. It's kind of funny because one of them had Flying In A Blue Dream by Joe Satriani in it and I usually associate that song with flying in lucid dreams.

I feel like there was one other dream I was quite excited to write down because of it's originality and it was an overall good dream. But obviously it can't be that good if I forgot it all... Hopefully I'll remember it later.

I'm in a High school.It's the beginning of the year. I've switched school districts, the school in this dream is one I'm not familiar with. Just starting 9th grade but it seems I'm still 23. No one seems to notice I'm 23, I'm not surprised though since I can easily pass as being in my late teens. In the class room there is a security camera and a tiny TV with a feed showing the hallway outside as well as larger regular TV. It's a classroom of about 20 or 30 kids. One of the kids pulls some kind prank on the teacher that fools him into going into the hallway. The kid holds a note of to the smaller TV thinking that the teacher in the hallway could see it. I point out that if he wants him to see what's written on the note he has to hold it in front of the camera not the TV. After talking to some people and checking my drivers license and doing some math, the details of which are all quite vague, I determined that I must have stopped aging at 23 and am now 33. At some point I start talking to this cute girl in the class, she is about 14 or 15. I say something about how I look 23 it seems that I'm 33 and I feel like I'm 14 and also discuss my possible immortality. Through our conversation she seems to be interested in me romantically and I think I might feel the same way. I don't notice in the dream that if I was 23 when I last checked and am 33 now that I've lost 10 years worth of memory's. Class lets out for lunch time, I realize that I don't know my way around this school but seems I can intuitively navigate it as well as just follow the crowd. I make it to the lunch room, some other effect that was going to be held there is canceled and some parents are leaving. There is regular lunch food and there are also quite large pineapple upside-down cakes there. I get some cake rather then buying food at the lunch line.

I remembered bits and parts of two dreams when I woke up this morning, but know i remember close to nothing.
In one dream I was dreaming of a band called kaamaaren, wich is a local band that existed i my teenage years. Unfortunately any other details from this dream is now gone. I'll just have to learn to take notes as soon as I wake up. It's weird how memory of dreams so quickly fades.

Autosuggestion definitely works! Last night I woke up 20 minutes before the alarm was about to go off (I had set it to go off around 4 hours after I went to sleep), thanks to my autosuggestion before falling asleep! This was the dream I recorded then:

It was some kind of school contest, a race of some sort perhaps. The thing was that you had to sneak around in some area in and surrounding something that seemed like a castle, that is you had to make sure you were not seen by some kind of robots. You had to retrieve some stuff and then get to the end. My school won with the score of 75, against the second school's 74. I remember a part where you had to climb a huge tower with spiral stairs. After we won, our leader, a girl who was a year younger than me, held a speech. We also had some kind of flag that we waved in celebration. Also, we had our own space in the castle that was just for our class, but it was dark so we placed out torches. Stupid Minecraft, it has ruined my mind...

I also remember that at some point we were going to the contests, and this one guy I really hate was talking about some computer game. I just told him that I had played it before, although I had no idea what he talked about.

After the contest, or towards the end of it all, I went away from the place, alone. Some way from the place was a lake with a few mini islands in it. On one of the islands was a small house/shack, but to get to that island you kind of had to jump on some floating... stuff. I have no idea why, but I went and pushed away the floating stuff. Then suddenly there was an angry man on the island I had just isolated. He just jumped into the water and started coming towards me. Apparently it was pretty shallow.

I also, through autosuggestion, woke up again after another dream later, but I forgot it or fell asleep again before I could write it down. Or maybe it was a false awakening. I'm still not sure. Anyway, remembering one dream per night should be good enough if I want to have some lucid dreams.

I've had sooo many wierd dreams lately, I feel like I'm loosing my mind!
But the dream I'm gonna talk about know is the one I had last Thursday.
I dream't that I was in my room and sitting on my bed, when I feel shards of something in my mouth. I reach in and my teeth toward the back came out! They were huge, like... like dianosaur teeth and brown! About 2 or 3 teeth came out like that and I was so scared and in my dream I remember thinking , " Atleast it's happening now, so I won't dream about it... Then I woke up." Wat the heck?! Is their a meaning?