non-lucid

Dream Lucid Me DC DG?

Dream 1
I´m sitting on my bed, watching some videos from my computer. They´re all some horror movies and they all have zombie virus as a theme. I remember only one from this dream. (Okay, this one didn´t really have zombie virus in it.)It was about some boy who had some sort of decease which prevented him from bending his legs. (He was my cousin in the dream.) There were two guys in some maze made of hay. The other guy had a big gun. I was the other one. I left, and then saw some scenes where the other guy went back first to one of the walls, which was covered in blood. When I came back, I saw the deceased boy dancing on top of an pile of corpses (The gunman was on the top.) and saying something like "Now we´re a big and happy family forever." (Thats what kids with necronomic powers allways say in horror movies, right?) Then the dream changed.

Dream 2
I´m in some mansion. There´s a man in there who is blamed because he did something with bees. Later I find out that he used the bees to carry an virus of some sort. Then one of the mans in there goes crazy and shoots the beeman to the face with an shotgun. (Luckily, he only had one ammo.) Then people start to eat each others fingernails. (Well, more like fingertips. They said they have lots of lactose in them.) Thats the point where I decide to run away and never come back. When I exit the house, I see people eating dogs. (Alive dogs, that is.) I run to a tunnel. Then I suddenly remember how to exit a dream. I close my eyes and open them as fast as I can few times. Then I remember that I could become lucid instead of stopping the dream. But the dream starts to fade. I manage to stabilize it and exit the tunnel. I start to fly, but some kids fly after me saying something which I can´t remember. I send them away. Two other girls appear saying something about some sandal competion. I tell them to stop coming to me, because I want to enjoy my lucid. But as they´re turning away, I remember something again. "Unless you know where my dream guide is." ,I say to them. "Follow us." ,they say. We fly closer to the house where I left. "Patrik, come here!" ,they yell. "Is my dream guides name Patrik?" ,I ask. "No, he´s going to help you find youre dream guide." ,they answer. We land and some cartoon style japanese/chinese (Thin, eyes closed, big teeths on upper jaw, that kind of cartoon.) appears. "Follow me." he says. I follow him to a door and he opens it. All four of us step in. It´s some basement, which seems to be under construction. There´s cobwebs everywhere. There´s some pretty pale thing standing there. "Do you know where my dream guide is?" ,I ask. He just stands there. The door slowly closes behind us. I see an cardboard troll thing behind a low wall. It rises higher and higher. I get a little scared. "Don´t worry." ,Patrik says. I calm down and look at the troll. It immedietly goes back behind the wall. "Well?" ,I say to the pale thing. Still no answer. I keep the troll behind the wall by looking at it onces in a while. I start to here some music. I quess it´s supposed to be scary but it´s not. "Go through that door." ,the thing finaly says. It´s not really a door. It´s just some foam covering an hole in the wall. We pull it away, and on the other side I see an thing similiar to the one in the basement, but this one seems angry. I also see two platforms there. The angry thing says something about damn kids while I step onto the higher platform. There´s two red balls on it. But then the dream starts to fade and I wake up.

It's early in the morning, I am at my old house with my family. It's the first day for me to go to University, I ask my brother which time it is, and then run to the busstation across the street. I run to the lesson room, I make it barely in time. I sit down, a few seconds later one of my friends arrives (he's known for being always on time despite being late). The lesson starts, looks like it is maths. The teacher was female with brown hair, we first did some simple eqations.
I don't remember the whole dream, I know it was long, only a few fragments remain from now, I'll try to order them chronologically.

At lunch break I think about YuGiOh, and remember that I have a circle-like stoneplate with an eye on my forehead, I run outside and try to find someone to keep it for me. I see several teachers from my old school, but give the stoneplate to my university math teacher. Coming back to the lesson room, I notice another student, a girl I know from school.

I go to the University the next day too, this time I am late. I sit next to a person who I know from my job, he wasn't there the first day.

I carry our maths teacher around on my shoulders, other teachers ask me what's going on. I bring her to our lesson room, let her down, and take a seat, running on desks to it. The female student looks weird at me.

I wake up at what seems to be the biological section, I am in a big glass cage, with a sleeping aligator and a big corncob lying on it. I think "what have I drunk last night", and leave to glass cage.

I am in a sports class, we are going to play soccer with 2 students from another class, I know the both from elementary school.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! I kinda failed my WBTB this morning, fell asleep again and woke up a few hours later. I figured I still had time for the G+C combo, and even though it worked, I couldn't fall back asleep afterwards. The lucid was a fun one though, so I don't mind!

00.15: Sleep

05.55: Crazy elevator ride
I'm in an elevator with a black guy. He's got a glock and I realise he's going to shoot someone. The doors open and he kills two people instantly. The doors close and we go to the next floor. Rinse and repeat. I press myself to the corner of the elevator to not get hit. The doors open once again and this time the two people don't go down in a second. They are pumped full of lead and blood gets everywhere. The doors close. We go down a level and when they open again. Two guys rush in with guns pointing at our heads. The guy I'm with drops the glock and I pick it up. "You think you're fast enough for me?" one of the guys ask. I draw and shoot two shots in an instant. Nothing happens though, and it's like I was shooting blanks, but we all knew I would. "Haha see? It's as fast as a doubleclick with the mouse" I say and they all agree that I'm fast.

05.55: Fragment
*I'm at some appartment complex. A few old people have just moved in next door, and some guy really wants their appartment. He begs and almost starts crying. I spot a river full of colourful pieces of glass. I pick a blue one up and head towards the nice pond in the middle of the place.

07.20: WBTB 10 minutes

08.10: I am in control MILD
I'm running around at some complex, playing a weird game with alot of othe people. The map reminds me of some "Golden Eye" map, winter and sterile surroundings, glass windows and metal stairs all around. I hide behind some boxes. I need to get a hold of some brown stones. They are scattered all around the map, and you're supposed to put them in snowballs which you then throw at people to kill them or whatever. I get out of hiding and find a small brown stone and put it in a snowball. Some guys on mammoth's run past me and I follow them.

A smaller mammoth is at the back and I intend to get him. I throw the snowball at the beast and it collapses. I start fighting the small rider, and suddenly we're in a garage. I can't fight as usual, and my kicks are so lame. I have the advantage though, and I land atleast one nice kick in his stomach. Some other people shows up, one guy laughs at me. "You want some too?" I ask and walk up to him. I start dodging to the side like a boxer, and remove my gloves. I can't seem to hit him though, and it's really frustrating.

I become lucid and stop what I'm doing. I turn around and give the smaller guy a blow in the stomach that throws him with incredible force into a corner. I quickly turn around again and grab the other guy and his girlfriend with telekinesis. I slam them into the wall next to the other guy and hold them there. "Everyone, line up infront of me!" I yell at the remaining people in the garage. They start lining up, side by side infront of me. "Come on hurry up" I say and grab the remaining people with telekinesis and position them.

I count seven people infront of me. I look at my hands and rub them. It's time for some payback I think and turn around to the people at the wall. I recognise the girl, it's Ariadne from "Inception". "You're way too cute to die. Get in line" I tell her and she gets in line with everyone else. "Hmm... Now we're two people too many" I say and try to figure out who I need to get rid of. I take a close look at each and everyone, and a half-bald, short guy in his late thirties gets my attention. "You" I say and point my finger at his face. I close my thumb just like I was holding a gun, and he jerks. A small red dot appears on his forehead and he collapses. A guy next to him looks almost the same, and I decide he's next. "Kill yourself" I tell him. He points his finger to his temple, and pulls the trigger. He collapses next to his friend.



"I am in complete control over you!" I say. "You're just a part of my subconscious". I try to remember my dreamtask, but I can't recall what it was. "What was my dreamtask?" I ask them. "Beer and bread" a guy tells me. An old classmate of mine, starts talking. "You owe me a beer! Remember last ti..." I cut him off by grabbing his throat with telekinesis and lift him up. "What did you say? I can't hear you" I tell him and watch him struggle. He's making grotesque faces and strangled noises. "I am in complete control!" I yell at them as I walk down the line. When I get back to the middle I release him. He gasps for air on his knees.

Suddenly I remember my task, to summon Ozzy once again. "Get out of the way" I tell a girl at the end of the line and push her to the side. I look around the corner and whistle. "Ozzy! Come here boy!" I yell. Nothing. I look to my left and then back again and there he is. He runs up to me, he's brown this time, and he's got a tail, but his size is the same, around two feet tall. He bites my wrist gently and don't want to let go. "How are you?" I ask him and wonder if he can answer me. I hug him and scratch his chest, the feeling is very realistic, but as I close my eyes, I start to lose the dream.

I try to DEILD, but my recall isn't the best, and I'm afraid I will lose the memory of the dream, so I give up.

08.10: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7½ hours

Supplements: 2 x Omega-3, 200 mg B6, 250 ml applejuice, 1 x Lucid Dreamer at WBTB

That's it! I'm not sure I've had that good control with telekinesis before. Everything happened in an instant and there was no resistance at all. Was also a very long time ago since I was actually evil in my dreams, but I have to admit it was fun!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

This week has been pretty boring for dreams. Nothing but a mess of fragments.

- A body out lined in chalk
- My sister wanted me to send money on paypal to some random place because her payment failed
- Big girl sitting on a glacier
- Houses built on stilts in a kind of swamp area, a feeling that it was somewhere in the southeast region on Asia
- Me about 8 months pregnant (with a girl - I have boys) sitting in a jacuzzi talking about the baby, immediately followed by images of a steaming (bubbly from the oven) cherry pie. Looking over I notice a girl that was there without her boyfriend, which I find odd.

NON DREAM DREAM LUCID DREAM
I am walking up the stairs, trying not to make too much sound, my shoes hard against the hard wooden floor, as if they might fear that I’m a prowler. It’s the house of my auntie, Chris (perhaps triggered by the lengthy conversation with my mum last night about Chris and Oma and Luke) – the original house from childhood visits - and I’ve just arrived in Holland. Coming up the stairs onto the first floor, the door is open, so I’m planning on going into the first room opposite the stairs without stirring anyone, but when the bed comes into view, there is a soft pre-dawn light filtering through transparent curtains, and my cousin Luke is going down on his girlfriend, she wearing nothing but a green t-shirt (perhaps a reference to my favourite colour at Induction Day at Amnesty yesterday)... They see me almost immediately, reacting surprised, the girl gesturing with some embarrassment that my room is upstairs, as I also try and save the situation, like I don’t want to interrupt I only need to know where I’m sleeping and I’ll be as quick as gone. In the next room, where I expect to find Chris, there is again movement under the blanket, and multiple heads stick out surprised, with at least three couples all surprised to see me.

Upstairs in the dark, spacious attic like a small community hall with hard wooden floor, there are lots of people who are familiar to me as the friends me and Luke used to hang with when we were all younger, and starting with Luke, I give them all big powerful hugs, crushing them close for a brief passionate hug in the excitement, although physically they all resemble closer the dark long-haired, Latino faces of More’s friends we used to hang with in Cusco, or in Plaza Dorego in Buenos Aires, and I suppose thusly, a gringo, a friend of a friend, I’m more excited to see them again as they are of me. They’re all coming to visit at the same time, and next I remember that a band, modelled physically on the consummate rock star faces of The Church (in mid-December 2010 they played at my last shift working at Notes), singing 90's grunge music, the singer almost resembling a thinner version of old Peter Fonda (from the Californication episode a few days back on late Sunday night), playing a low-strapped electric Stratocaster, in the middle of the room without needing to set up.

At the drinks table, a guy who is in his late 30’s, a musician type, recognises me as the guest of honour, asks me to crack his back, and I don’t need too much instruction before I hold him firmly with my left hand on his shoulder and with my other hand cupped inside his left shoulder blade push it forward with a sinewy pop that seems to relieve him. He then tests out how much looser his shoulder feels, softly but still quite rigidly assuming a drummer’s stance and playing a simple beat on the air. There’s another veteran of the rock scene, tall and strong and a bald head, dressed sharp and all black, and, in the obliged manner as if the gig and their being present were contractual, he pours me a drink as if for a competition winner. He and the drummer talk about how tough musicians have it, continuing without irony even as I tell them that they’re lucky, they get to make a living out of playing music.

*

In another scene, I am downstairs, outside in a small narrow courtyard on the side of the house, and one of the girls across from me talks about how they have this thing they do, and I realise that there’s a guy that has already scaled the two tiers of sloping tiled rooves.

He is standing on the edge of the roof, if only for the rush of adrenaline, when he suddenly snaps backward violently as if slipping, and very quickly slides on his back down the first tier of slick, concave terracotta tiles, bouncing down onto the second shorter tier, when we all stand, reacting to break his mortal fall, but without significant resistance caused by any one of us, he somehow slows, turning on the lip of the roof and, cart wheeling smoothly in the air, lands gracefully on his feet.


In a subsequent scene, I move naturally through the liquid surface of a horizontal, rectangular mirror set at eye-level on the wall, coming out again in the darkened back of what resembles a garage and move to the front, with the big barn-like door open and strong sunlight coming in through the gaps in the roof as if it were made up of long sticks bound together, or lots of big holes in the jungle leaf roofing.

I notice a strange looking child next to my leg, who seems to be alone (perhaps like the toddler in the stroller alone outside the general store along Glebe Point Road yesterday, staring expressionlessly down the street) and I stoop to it, perhaps to ask where her mother is. The ugly, fat baby, standing up wobbling with arms outstretched, not physically older than 2 years old, talks to me, although in a squeaky voice, perfectly, like talking to a much older kid. Loose, pock-marked skin, becomes mice ears the next time I look (like my pet rat when I was in my teens who developed a tumour and lost all of its hair)...

Holding it in my hands, I put it down to let it free as an over-grown bald and wrinkly mouse, that resembles the skin and deformation of a person with an ageing disorder. I think about it again (perhaps based on my background thinking lately to more regularly question to the logic of what I’m experiencing, and exercise my memory like whether I can remember the steps that lead me to my present location) and suddenly realise that I must be in a dream, immediately holding my nose and when I feel the contradictory wind through my nostrils, I say out loud that I’m dreaming to Simon Patterson who has been with me for sometime now, who I know will be interested in this realisation and follow me in exploring its implications.


Lucid dreaming, I suppress the thought that I might wake up if I get too excited, as well as the thought to write down this breakthrough and document what is happening subsequently (as if learning from the previous attempt – with the differently coloured humus – where I immediately began writing in the excitement, a reaction that I explained to Symo and Ken on last Friday night as being stupid, saying that ‘I totally missed the point’), and have no trouble focusing on trying to change the scene with my mind, focusing specifically on the mirror which we have been passing through. I see the people in the courtyard on the other side, but now the conceit doesn’t function, and the mirror changes from a realistic inanimate object into never existing in the first place, an empty black frame built into the wall. I had assumed that my sub-conscious was still active, and it seems from this evidence that my awakening of conscious awareness in the dream has limited the fanciful potential of my imagination.

I'm on a bus on my way to meet someone, a girl I’m hot for, to go to a concert. The bus is empty but for a small group of young women, excitedly chatting and tipsy from pre-drinks, and a nice, cute blonde girl takes an interest in me, and while I seem to succeed, from my point of view, in impressing her, as if the concert that I’m going to reflects well on me, while feigning indifference, looking towards the front of the bus to see where we are, narrow, modern CBD of a small European city, when a voice comes softly from towards the driver, last stop.

I step out as soon as the back doors open almost without saying goodbye properly, a brief wave.

I can’t find my friend where I’m supposed to wait, or perhaps realise that I should’ve invited the fun, pretty girl on the bus to come with us. I hurry into the train station to try and catch up to her, having mentioned that she and her friends were going to another music festival. I manage to get far into the station, white tiles like the Parisian station in the DVD I watch directly before sleep “Round Midnight”, without encountering a ticket turnstile, searching for faces, a normal weekend train station scene. I come to a railing looking down onto two platforms below, an inbound train pushing through at a resisted speed, all but submerged in sea water, the roof sliding under just before passing into the tunnel mouth under me, a train arriving on the parallel track from the opposite direction, the water churning confusedly, the commuters coming up the stairs normally to the side of me.

2/12/2010

19.02.2011

Cash drop hour!! (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was attending a class of something. It was probably a class about ESP or some sort of psychic stuff that I already archive and use on a daily basis, I cannot remember well.
The teacher was pretty eccentric and I was feeling bothered because the teacher was trying to teach me something she was well aware I already archived.

We went to some sort of beach with the entire class. The teacher told me how to do some kind of energy work, but I told her I knew well about it. While we were waiting for other students, a red parrot flew by me and turned into a dark red pigeon. It stopped by me and the teacher stared in amazement. I started to pet the pigeon and it started to purr like a cat. I was surprised of such situation and looked at the animal. It was a cat, a beautiful red skinned cat. It almost glowed. The cat was asking for love and purring very intensely.

Suddenly, I waked to a kiosk with a stage. A sat in the stage with a few random psychics that I do not know in waking life. One psychic told me to create a PSI Ball and throw it to one guy or gal in the public. I did. My PSI ball hitted a guy who woke abruptly from his chair and grabbed a can of coke. He drank the whole can in one gulp and died. I was surprised of what happened. Another psychic threw a PSI Ball to other gal in the crowd. She stood up and grabbed a can of Red Bull. She drank it in one gulp and died as well.

A third member of the crowd got hit by another PSI Ball, but before she could grab a can of a soda, I threw a bottle of water. She drank from it and did not die. I told the other psychics that sodas were not good. From here, we did some sort of manifestation against soft-drinks distributors.

I walked to my neighborhood and I saw a few DC (both adults and kids) picking up cash and stuff from the floor. I saw a small banner that said, "Cash drop hour. Next event at 2:45 PM" I figured that some rich people arrived to throw free money. I went upstairs, home, where I met with a random DC. We were watching some TV when she realized that more people was dropping cash. I ran and exited my building. I grabbed a $1,000 bill before it scape, but it had a white face, so it was fake. I focused on picking up as much cash as I could from the ground. However, I arrived late. I realized that at least I could pick up some cash. I had a few $10 bills and two $500 bills. I was happy because I could pay of some credit cards I have some balance left. I also had some credit vouchers from restaurants and some Magic the Gathering cards. I ran home and when I arrived to show the DC all I gathered, I had none. Both the DC and I ran downstairs and exited our home. We saw some people picking up stuff from the floor. The next cash drop event was going to take place in a street, but my friend did not want to go.

Suddenly, the dream rewinded itself to the beach. I realized I just been there, so I turned lucid. My level of lucidity was very low and I had little control over the dream and the plot guided me. I recalled the Cash drop hour and I wanted to be there first, so I decided to teleport there.

I arrived at my street and I saw a TV where they announced that several people was dying fast. I saw it was the kiosk where I was with those psychics. I felt sorry for them as I knew the solution, but I wanted to be there first so I could take some cash to the waking world.

I saw a few kids with a big stack of Magic the Gathering cards. One of them told me, "I got his amazing card. It is some awesome! I might throw it at the cash drop even to make it more interesting!" I asked the kid to show me the card. I replied, "It is just Liliana Vess. She is a nice planeswalker, but I got a few of those... she is work about $10... nothing to freak out" The kid showed me some useless cards and some other good, but not big dollar cards.

I wondered when the cash drop was going to start. I was not sure how long the dream was going to last and I wanted some cash. I asked to myself if I really could take any cash at all.

It was sunny and I wanted to do something, so I decided to draw a portal with my fingers like I did in the past, with no success... I did not focus really into the task as I wanted to wait for the cash drop thingy. I snapped my fingers twice in order to summon Dreamer, but I neither put a lot of effort, so it failed. I had no control on this dream and I was neither thinking straight. While I waited for the event to happen, I woke up.

I'm walking down a street in my neighborhood. I see a friend of mine. We talk and we go walking down to the park by my old elementry school. I see two girls who are friends with her but hate me. They are both taller than normal and wearing floral dresses. I get scared but i know i have every right to walk around my home without being bugged. The first is rude to me and I ignore her. The other girl keep making remarks so I use combacks until she backs off.
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I hear crashing noises. My phone goes off and I check it. The time says 11:30. i don't think to check it again to see if it changes. My dad says i need to get up and that someone is coming to pick up my friend

Geology Trip

I am on a geology trip with some other students. There is much that I cannot remember, but we end up on a ledge looking out over a ravine. There is a rainbow that can be seen caused by some spray coming off of a waterfall. Some students believe that at the end of this rainbow, there is a great mineral specimen. I realize that the rainbow is just an illusion, as you can move it by walking backwards.

The professor points down into the ravine, and shows us a tunnel. We are going to go into the tunnel. Somehow, I am helpful in doing this.

This whole adventure stared with a normal dream that I can't remember the details of, and lead into a false awakening.

I woke up the same place I had fallen asleep, on the couch, to my roommates L and S and S's family getting home from the Chinese New Year Parade. I turn to tell S my dream, but in stead she mocks me for falling asleep instead of doing my homework. I told her I didn't plan to sleep for long, and she asked when the paper was due on the story I was reading. I told her there was no such paper, I just had to read the story. She gave me the face of "sure there is no paper" and began to walk away. I decided to write my dream into my dream journal and that reminded me to do a reality check.

I pinched my nose shut, closed my mouth and was able to take a full breath. "Oh my God! I am dreaming" I say with excitement. For awhile I was just nerding out that I knew I was dreaming and the dream began to shift. I looked through the house and saw sections missing. Not like the walls just weren't there, but a loss of detail in the dream. I if I had painted white over it with photoshop. Not many of the things in the room were retaining their detail. I thought it might be because I was not able to retain all the information within my conscious mind.

I began to wonder what I should do. I could do anything. I turn to see my roommates S and M on the couch. I turn to M and say "hi" in a silly way. (It almost a ritual irl to keep saying it over and over each time getting more silly) She turns and looks at me with a blank, neutral stare. Clearly not interested in socially interacting with me. I am not phased (for I am used to that irl) I say hi again in an even more ridiculous way. She smiles and says hi back, waving in a cute way. I start to tell her that I am in a dream. I decided not to try and convince her she is not in a dream, I just feel like I needed to tell someone . I open my mouth to speak, and words come out in a soft raspy whisper. It was very similar to loosing your voice. I thought of a speech from a brain scientist I say on TED.com where she has a stroke and is analyzing herself from the inside out. There is a particular part where she is unable to understand language that reminded me of it. (which I found interesting upon awakening that I was drawing from my rl memories) I try to talk a bit longer and words become a bit clearer, but I decide to move on to try other things before my dream collapses.

I turn to see M's computer in the living room. It is playing mabinogi (her fav MMO RPG) by itself. I think, that maybe she is just set on follow, since we have made the mistake before, but at a closer look it is actually fighting and wining. After deciding that that was awesome I step away from the screen to find that nearly the entire living room has disappeared. I feel exhausted, and I begin to have trouble focusing my eyes. I decide to concentrate, and begin to think of what everything looks like so that nothing collapses. It did not take long for me to feel back to normal and for the house to be restored. I again decide to move on.

As if to answer the question of what to do next I begin to float in the middle of the room. I smile, totally thrilled, because that is the main reason lucid dreaming is appealing to me, flying. I continue to float until I bump lightly into the ceiling. I giggle at the amateur nature of my flying, but decide to try anyway. I open the window, and begin to soar into the peaceful, foggy city of San Francisco. I almost start to cry I am so happy. I am lead into another false awakening.

I wake up on the couch again to everyone coming home and I begin to tell S about my lucid dream. She does not seem as excited as I expected, but I am having trouble telling the story because I am super hot and fumbling over my words. I feel sick and she seems to think I am also. She makes the comment that if I ever think she looks like she might be sick it is because I am sick. I remember saying that earlier (not irl) and realize I must be running a fever. I am unable to move most of my body very far, so I ask her to help me up. She grabs my hand and pulls me to a sitting position, but I only fall back down again because I can not keep my body erect. I try to get off the couch, only to sort of slither with my blankets onto the floor. I still can't move. S then asks me bout my lucid dream. I tell her about how I did a reality check. I actually went through the motions, but purposely left space so that I could really breathe. (I wish I hadn't because then I would have known that I was dreaming ). After I explain about how the world was not there, it seemed like it had been photoshoped away, she begins to say how I am sick because I am working to much, and how I need to slow down, yada yada yada. I begin to defend myself and wake up on the couch.

I do a reality check immediately to find I am awake.

No, it wasn't scary but I do remember seeing a yellow spacecraft. It had magnets to get cars with. I was confused because I wondered why every car that it passed didn't go up there with it. It was pretty much a dark dream.
I then dreamed of flying and having se...a wonderful time with some cute guys, and girls!? I know that's weird.
I flew with rocket boots, that were white and blue. I flew so far that I "escaped from the dream" and went to an all dark place, and I expierenced the sensation of flying, with endless possiblilties. I asked for my dream guide, because I recalled my dream goals. "Dream guide!" I sort of commanded, but I saw a man with a coat covering his face, well imagined him from another dream. I thought Allison was my dream guide, but I guess this one was. He didn't come meet me yet, I guess I am not ready to meet him, or that wasn't really my dream guide. I noticed, two DCs tried to stop me from having a certian "thing" with these other cute dudes, but I told them to backoff, because it was a dream and I didn't care about them. I have been more violent with my DCs lately because they annoy me with their concerns over the fake world. In a pervious lucid, a dumb Monkey/sheep thing was driving a car and used its powers to become bigger and defeat me. "I don't think so! You can't beat ME in dreamworld!" I said as I increased in size, so huged that I broke out of my dream and entered SP. (I must've been REALLY angry.) It was the weirded SP ever. Back to the weird dream, I was so used to being lucid, I just did "whatever."
I had another lucid when I slept with a guy in a weird stall. It was fun lol! idk why my dreams have been about that, lately, it's not like it's even my Dream Goal!!
So I have had alot of lucids in the past few days, and they're all weird. It might be the fruit I'm eating? Also, the Lion King song "I Just Can't Wait to be King" was stuck in my head, so that might've come up in the dream. And in my lucid dream, I dreamt I was having a lucid dream, but I went in the dream and knew I was dreaming. It was like a false awakening, I was highly aware.

19.02.2011

Mario, Allison, and Batman (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The dream starts as i walk along the sidewalk in my very own neighborhood and we are head to my house as we pass Mario's. I notice and point out to my mom that i saw Mario grap the neck of one of his co-workers and throw him or injure him. I insisted on the fact. As we got closer to the house i noticed that across the streett Allison has cleaned out and reorganized her house so there was a giant dumpster out on the lawn. I went over to it and looked through it as i noticed Allison was across the street talking to another neighbor. I looked through the dumpster and saw an old Batman toy. I picked it up and noticed it was a thin, floppy piece of rubber, and the feet had places where you could put your fingers and make it look like it was walking. I tried it out and Allison and whoever she was talking to started laughing and it was really funny. Then all of us were standing together in Allison's yard, when all of the sudden Mario and his two sons came over and stood there with us. We must have been talking about slaves or seomthing because on of them said, "Slaves are a group!" That didn't need to make sense, but regardless we agreed. Then mom noticed a series of scars on Mario's arm and asked him what they were from. Then he told a story of how he was doing work and when they finish everyone gets together for relax time when the day is over. He said that his boss got angry at him and took away the privelage of him being able to hang out with them in the relax toime after work. This caused him to get angry and lash out at him and they got into a fight and that's how he got the scars.
This part of the dream ended and kind of transitioned onto the next dream.

I shouldn't even categorize this as lucid. But technically it was an LD.

I'm standing in the Freeman Hall elevator and something seems a little off. I do my RC and realize I'm dreaming, so I rub my hands together because thats supposed to "stabilize the dream." I immediately wake up. FML.

However, I had a pretty funny dream later on last night. I was eating lunch in the dining hall with some people and decide I have to get to class. I go to the elevator, push the up button and look at what floor the elevator is on. Here's the thing about the elevators in Freeman Hall. If you value your life you do not go anywhere near those things. They are a death trap and you should only be on one if A. Your water just broke. or B. You have to shit and the turtle is already poking its head out. With that said, I'm watching the floor number go down and finally it gets to 1. Instead of stopping, it keeps going into the basement. I wonder whats going on and my question is answered when the floor number is replaced by a depth reading of how far the elevator is plummeting into the earth. Eventually it comes back up, except when the door opens, the elevator is literally ON ITS FUCKING SIDE and bouncing all over the place. I decide to take the stairs.

Dream - Lucid - AP

I was outside, not sure where. It was nighttime. I was with my friend Elliot. Apparently we were dating again. We had sex at some point.

Then, I was in some store, I think it was supposed to be Old Time Pottery. I picked up some weird ceramic vase thing that had a lid on it. I put it down, and the one next to it, which was wooden, broke. I knew I was going to have to pay for it since I broke it. A short Indian-looking lady who worked there came up to me and said "You're probably just high again." I told her no, I wasn't, and she laughed. In the dream, I was actually coming down from being high.

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I was in my high school choir again, and we were doing I musical. I couldn't remember much of anything, so I missed some of my cues, and had to look at the people around me to get the choreography right. I remember at one point, the choir teacher, who is actually my college choir teacher in waking life, stopped us to say something about our performance and said something about the audience. I think it was because we were messing up so much. I remember hearing that we had a 6 o' clock and a 7 o' clock show. I didn't want to do both.

19.02.2011

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in my cousins house. There were a lot of things from a festival where you had to give an object related to a booth if you wanted to enter the booth, but they gave you stuff if you did. There was mostly food and I ate a lot of things.

After a while my stomach was full but my aunt and uncle left for the festival and I ate some more. When they came back they had nougat and I ate that too.