non-lucid

I dreamed that a guy named Erik asked me to give him more money. Then it ended.

Had a dream where me and my friend Edvin was at a homeparty. We lay in the owner of the house bed with 2 girls, then it ended.

I thought I'd only come here to post lucid dreams, but I feel obligated to share this very peculiar and vivid experience ¹.
So this dream starts as me and a couple of friends arrive at a little world war two scenario called Hellendoorn, a city located in The Netherlands. I recognize the place, and easily drive a car in its familiar landscapes. Snow has covered the grass, and the lake is pitch dark from outside. A very blue, indigo look. The watermill is barely moving. We then step out from our car ², now heading to a house situaded by the watermill and lake, we seem to be wearing fancy clothes. The house is much, much bigger from what it looks in reality, and I would call it a mansion. As we wait for someone to open the door, I check some family pictures of the ones who live in the mansion (these were in my pocket), and discuss their daughter's appearance with my friends. I think to myself, "she's kinda cute".
A little blonde girl welcomes us in, as we make our way to the living room. We spend the night there and have dinner, watch television and play videogames. It's all going just fine when the girl from the picture (the one we were talking about, before going in) decides to tell me she wants to make out with me. I feel great she picked me instead of the other two, and we kiss and fool around while we watch something on the tv. Everything looks great to me, "what a night, this is sonot what I'm used to do", when I realize I have a girlfriend already, and that this would be considered cheating. It was cheating. I perform a huge facepalm and stop kissing her. We both move to the kitchen and I tell her I should not at all be doing that, for I had a girlfriend who I really was in love with. She tells me she also has a boyfriend, however I'm not sure if she regrets what we've done as much as I do. I feel extremely bad about myself and wake up.

¹ Okay, it sounds stupid to those who weren't there, but the atmosphere of the dream was impressive from the inside. Everything was perfectly built up and elaborated, I felt weird when I woke up and realized it was all inside my head. I like this feeling and I don't get it very often, so this is basically why I'm posting it.
² It's a 1942 German Vehicle, and it has the odd ability to transport passengers through water. I believe it was also used by the military (Germany), during World War II.

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Two dreams last night. The first I was at this massive gathering on some sort of lake that had been frozen over. I was with a man who, at least in the dream, was my boyfriend. We were all dressed in these outfits out of the 1800s and I had on this beautiful maroon colored dress. I was standing around talking with my boyfriend and some of his friends out on this lake when all of a sudden this giant ship sailed up, breaking through the ice on the lake. My boyfriend told me that it was his families ship and that they were very old fashioned and so we would have to be extra careful with how we acted.

Everyone boarded the ship by climbing up the sides of the boat and once we did we were greeted by a large group of elderly men and women. His mother was in the most extravagant dress with these large feathers and flowers in her hat. He introduced me and she didn't seem very pleased, but he didn't seem to concerned about it either. Eventually everyone dispersed around the ship and the party continued. I remember that he had to constantly correct me in all these tiny little manner related things that people just didn't concern themselves with anymore like making sure I was sitting a certain way or that my arms were being held in front of me just right. Just for his parents and their friends. He also wouldn't let me get to close to him because it would seem inappropriate, but we had fun sneaking little touches here and there when no one was looking.

After a while, for some reason that was never explained, he told me to take off my dress so that I was just in a slip that could have been a dress all its own. The other women were doing it as well so I allowed him to help me out of my dress. We sat down again and continued talking and flirting as we had been all evening when he suddenly said he had to go and he would be right back. So I was sitting by myself when this other boy came up and sat down beside me scooting me over. I remembered him from earlier as one of my boyfriend's friends and we started up a conversation when he brought up the subject of math. He pulled out a sheet of paper that contained three division problems and had me start trying to solve them. I remember using the right method to solve them, but he kept telling me I was wrong and trying to get me to use this odd way of solving them. To prove that he was the one that was wrong I started doing the last problem on my own, but I got to a point where I completely blanked out and couldn't remember what I was supposed to do next. At this point I ended up waking up.

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The second dream I had was much shorter and really bizarre. It was like every overly macho fighting game you've ever played. I was seeing everything from the view point of your stereotypical buff fighter with long hair. There were two other guys in this sauna in some sort of shower room. Earlier they must have done something to my (or the guy that I was supposed to be) girlfriend. From there it was pretty much typical "I'm going to destroy you" dialogue and they started wailing on each other. At one point the girl kept trying to come into the room even as I was pushing her out each time telling her she was getting in the way. The dream pretty much ended after I beat the dude up.

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The beginning of the dream is quite fuzzy and I can't remember any of it. My first recollection is that I'm driving with my brother and a few other people, and I keep seeing characters that were part of a play I was a member of in the fourth grade. I eventually see a wizard that was my part. The dream sort of shifts toward the actual play. This girl I know (M) plays the part of the princess and I know someone will try to kill her. My plan was to hide until the attacker made the first move and I would jump out and save her. While waiting, I talked to Ab. My brother was sitting in front of us. There was definitely a whole renaissance air to the dream.

Awake Non-lucid

Quite a sketchy dream, but I'll try my best to write it out

I'm outside my previous estate. There's a slight wind, and the light (as it is per usual in my dreams) is a twilight orange. I stand completely still, watching the orange brick house, watching the shadows twist and move over the surface.

A tall, burly man in a black suit comes out and stands before me. "I am your father. Come inside and settle down."

Something feels off about this man. "You are not my father." I snarl, remaining still.

He grinds his teeth and then says "Yes, I am. Come inside and get something to eat."

I give up and go inside. The house is much bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside. Inside, he shows me to my room. He appears to be very, very rich. The room is a light grey. Curtains drape down the walls, and in the centre of the room is a large bathtub.

[Dreamskip] I don't know how long I've been here. But this man who calls me daughter is evil. I run.

I stop outside of a broken down caravan. My brother sits outside. Together we go inside, where we meet an old woman. She eagerly gives us food. A mouldy piece of pizza, with coleslaw and other horrible, off foods, all piled on top of eachother.

The womans features turn ugly as i decline the plate of food. She throws the food at me and screams at me to eat.



With a start I realise she is the old hag I see often in my dreams. I run into a conservatory, the old hag after me with the food. With no where to run, she grabs me and tries to force the food down my throat. I splutter and try to throw her off me, but she pins my arms to my sides, laughing wickedly. She says that she is helping me, and that the man is evil.

I think they were working together.

I remember driving a car on the water to see a huge bridge I usually drive over from below being under construction and only half completed. I drove to the base and a guy was fishing from the very tip tip of the bridge, where I wanted to go, but couldn't because I couldn't fly. I was pissed because my car wasn't capable of flying to the bridge so I went home to do some work. I tried creating a word document that simply said "I am Lucid" about 100 times and saved it on a flash drive so when put in the same situation, I would remember to access the file and see that I was dreaming. All this cleaver thinking, and I didn't even realize I was in a dream in the first place. My mind wanted to become lucid, but couldn't detect the bizarre aspects of the dream world around me.

Frustrating when I woke up..

Dream - Lucid - AP

I was at some sort of carnival with Ryan. There were carnival rides everywhere, I especially remember some virtual reality ride that made it feel like you were riding through space. I also remember some ride that swung you around in these little pod things, and there were birds in all the seats.

I was walking with Ryan and we were talking. I got on the virtual reality ride, and this group of people, both guys and girls, who had it out for me for who knows what were on there too. They were just being mean to me the whole time we were on it, saying nasty things and such. I got off the ride, and walked down a path with Ryan. The group started throwing rocks at me, and saying more nasty things. I yelled back, getting quite angry at this point.

Then, I was at home, and one of the girls was in my room, trying to steal my stuff. She had a huge, black mesh bag with her. I caught her and told her she wasn't going to do that. I grabbed the bag from her. At one point, I was trying to hit her, but I couldn't hit, it felt like my fist was going through water. I thought about that for a second..."Why can't I hit? That happens in dreams."...when something distracted me from the thought.

Then, I was back at the carnival with Ryan, and the group of people still wasn't giving me a break. They were saying more nasty things to me, when Ryan cut in and started to defend me. They kept trying to make a point, but he would throw it back in their faces.

Last night's dream (the one i can remember) was something like the borne trilogy. Unfortunatley i played no part in it .
I was merely a spectator.
There was a guy who was being chased by some sort of swat team. But he was incredibly gifted in the way of quick thinking, and being agile. I'd imagine he'd know some form of martial art He jumped through a small door window and people would follow him in. But he would still be holding on and he pulled himself back through. Then he climbed on onto rooves of houses/ buildings to avoid being caught. When two people were close to him, he was kind of lying down, he just rolled over and knocked one of them off. I remember hearing him screaming (like the wilhelm scream in movies) as he fell to his death. And the other guy, sensibly, backed off.
Quite entertaining if you were watching it. Which i was!
On the other hand, other than that i remember very little of my dreams last night so i'm quite disappointed, really.

02/09/2011
"A Flood Runs Through It"

I was in the woods with MR and other friends. He and I were playing our electric guitars (in the woods?), and mine - for some unknown reason - began breaking apart in my hands. Even before that, I had tried keeping up with him, but just couldn't get the right tones. The weather turned ugly, really quickly, and the rain soon came pouring down. We all had to run for cover, which was a roofed pavilion or something, right down an embankment from us. Not able to carry everything at once, I ran down to the pavilion and put my guitar away, and then had to run back up to get my amplifier and gig bag (leaving me to wonder why I didn't just put my guitar in the bag, in the first place).

On the way back, I realized that I was now wearing roller blades. I was surprised by this, and didn't know why the hell I was wearing roller blades in the middle of the woods. The rain was coming down in buckets, though, and I didn't have time to stop and take the skates off. I knew I had to get my amp before it got completely ruined, so I trudged along through the mud with the skates on, ready to ascend the embankment.

Suddenly, a flash flood swept down the embankment toward me, muddy water crashing down around everything, and practically burying me where I stood. I dug my feet in to brace myself, the water now about waist high as it ran down the hill around me. Just up ahead, I saw my amp and gig bag floating down this torrential stream, toward me. They were already completely soaked, but I thought there might still be hope of saving them. Then, off to one side, I could hear one of my friends' dogs, yelping. It was stuck on some perch that was just barely sticking up over the surface of the rushing water, obviously terrified, and I knew it wouldn't be long before it was completely overcome by the surge. Forced with a decision, I decided to save the dog, digging my skates into the soft grass submerged beneath the flood. I stomped over toward the dog, picking him up and holding him to my chest with one hand, trying to keep my balance with the other. The flood proved to be too strong, though, and I was swept down the hill, swimming as hard as I could, while keeping the dog above water. Ever try swimming in a flash flood with roller blades on? It's fucking hard.

I was carried down the embankment, and toward the pavilion. The structure was elevated from the ground, on wooden beams, and the water was rushing down beneath it, just a few inches of space between the surface of the water and the actual floor of the pavilion itself. Trying not to get swept beneath the building - and possibly drown - I grabbed one of the wooden beams, hanging on for dear life while the current tried it's damnedest to force me under the building. It was Hell. I feared the worst, feeling like I wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer, staring into the blackness beneath the building, horrified that I would soon be swept into it.

I woke up before knowing the outcome, though.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a car with my grandfather (who, in waking life, passed away about two years ago). We were in a parking lot. It was night, probably a cold night. I was in the driver's seat, and my grandpa was in the passenger's seat.

My grandfather told me that he had a disease and that he was going to die in a very short time, maybe as short as seven days. I got very sad to think that my grandfather was going to die so soon. What struck me more than the fact that I would miss him was the thought of him standing so close to the complete uncertainty at that moment of death.

I started to cry. I clenched my throat and grit my teeth as I cried, as if I were trying to stifle the cry. But my tears were also very bitter, as if they were somehow electrified.

I now stood outside of and just in front of the car. There were two trees in front of the car. They were right next to each other, possibly crowding into each other. The tree on the right (as I faced the trees) may have been some kind of evergreen tree. The tree on the left was barren of leafs, with a strange, parallel branching, with the final branches sticking out almost perfectly straight. These branches either had big, red buds on them or else something like Christmas lights.

My grandpa was floating up into the barren tree. I may have been holding on to his hand as he floated (or climbed?) higher up into the tree. The tree was something like the way to heaven. So in this sense, my grandpa was already dying. Eventually I had to let go of my grandpa's hand.

Dream #2

I was in a small house like a log cabin in the middle of the woods. The place was crowded with people, all probably "my family." One man in particular, an older, skinny man, lay on a scanty bed, probably wearing long johns or a tank top and old-looking pajama pants.

It was a really cold day and I needed to get somewhere to check on something, possibly some other house that might be in trouble. The house may have been separated from us by a lake, which was frozen now.

I probably would go across the lake by taking some kind of vehicle -- which, now, seems to have been something like a hovercraft and ski-doo mixed together. But to drive the vehicle, I'd need fuel.

All over the room there were these stumps of wood, stood upright, like columns. On top of the stumps there were upside-down lids for metal garbage cans.

The upside-down lids were filled with some kind of substance. This, I understood, was fuel for the vehicle. The fuel was clear and had a kerosene-like quality to it. But it was in a partly frozen state in all the "pans." It was melting from snow-like blocks into the clear liquid state.

I asked the old man if I could use some of the fuel for the vehicle. The old man asked me about the conditions outside. It had to do with something about the level of the snow outside. I'd been outside only a while ago, and I knew that the conditions were bad. I didn't lie to the old man.

The old man said, "Then, no. You can't use any of the snow. You know what kind of danger you'd be putting yourself in. And in weather like this, the ice on that lake is weak. That vehicle would melt right through the ice, and you'd find yourself inside the pond."

Dream #3

I was out walking with one of my old friends. We were up on the crest of a snowy hill. It was a sunny day, and the sky was clear and blue.

To our left were something like footprints. To me they probably seemed like human footprints, even though, now, they seem to me to have been gigantic footprints.

For some reason, these footprints proved that the snow was pristine, virgin snow, untraversed by other people. This was a relief to me, as I had been afraid this whole time that people had already been climbing this hill, and that sooner or later I'd have to deal with a lot of jerks while I was out hiking.

I looked further down the snowy slope to my left. At the base of the hill was a small town. I think I mostly saw one-story houses, probably from the 1960s or 1970s.

Dream #3

I was "talking" (in my head?) with a few of my family members. They had asked me to stay wherever I was for a little more time. I decided that I would.

My family members then told me that as a reward for staying a little while longer, they would also give me a couple final days all to myself and give me a free trip (or free tickets?) to the beach.

At this point I realized I was in Philadelphia. Apparently Philadelphia had this very short stretch of beach, but it was one of the best beaches in the world.

I now saw this beach as if I were flying over it from a couple hundred feet in a helicopter. I saw how short the stretch of beach was. The water into which the beach receeded also looked a bit murky, greenish black, not the kind of water you'd want to swim in. It also seemed like all sides of the beach were bordered by a rather intimidating fence. I saw people on the beach. It didn't look like a very fun place to go. But I kept telling myself, It's a luxury beach, one of the best.

I felt guilty. I didn't know why my family would feel like they needed to give me such an incentive to stay around a little while longer. They should have just been able to feel like they could ask me without having also to give me something.

Dream #5

I was outside in some kind of semi-suburban area that kind of feels to me now like Princeton, New Jersey. I was out in an area of open, wide, rolling lawns. In the distance were some houses and a short, long structure that was something like a church. There was also, somewhere else, a tall, stone statue of a figure like Christ.

There were a few other people in this environment, men, around my age. At some point, some man blew a bugle or made some general call to everybody. This, I told myself, was a "changing of the guard."

Apparently we had all been playing a game where some people were in charge of the other people. At the "changing of the guard," the people in charge were no longer in charge. I don't think anybody would be in charge at that point. Possibly the game would just be over.

At the "changing of the guard," we all had to go to one specific place, at the top of one of the rolling hills of grass. I was heading to that place. But at some point I saw one of the men in charge.

I had to scurry away in some weird way so that the man wouldn't see me. If he saw me, he'd taunt me or hurt me or make me do something embarrassing. He was allowed to do any of these things, because he was still in charge. And even though the "changing of the guard" had been called, if the man didn't know it, he'd still act like he was in charge. And I, for some reason, would still obey like he was in charge.

Now I was at the top of the hill with the same man, who was apparently an old friend of mine. The game was over, and it was now time to relax. My friend had brought some women with him. The women were naked. They were younger than we; I'm not sure how much younger. They were pale white and had pale red-brown hair.

My friend and I were going to have sex with the girls. Before this time, I now noticed, my friend and I had simply been "having sex" by masturbating and then coming onto torn up pieces of styrofome cups. I was still holding a piece of cup that was the base of the cup with just a little bit of the vessel still rising up off of it. The cup was a kind of pale, blue-green color.

I was just getting ready to come into the cup when my friend pointed out a girl to me. She was mine. My friend immediately got busy with another girl, right in front of me.

The girl who was mine kind of looked at me shyly. I felt bad. She kind of seemed afraid of this whole thing. I told her if she didn't want to do anything, we didn't have to. But if she did want to do something, she should lay down on her back.

So the girl lay down on her back. I think she was lying on a soft, colorful, plaid blanket, instead of on the lawn. I was now naked. I lay down on the girl. I had a little trouble getting aroused, even though it felt good to be on the girl. Eventually, though, I did get aroused, and I finally went inside the girl. It felt good. I asked the girl if she felt okay, too.

Dream #6

I had apparently gotten a new phone. I couldn't figure out how to make something on the phone's internet work. I had typed in a number of addresses for sites I wanted to get to. But none of them had worked. At this moment I wanted to get to some site where I could see some info related to my work. But I couldn't get it.

A woman who works as a coordinator for a volunteer event I go to in waking life said she could figure out the phone for me. So I gave her the phone. She's an older woman, kind of tough, but very nice. She's a little stout, with skin tan from always working in the sun. She has grey hair, which, in the dream was, I think, extremely frizzy.

As the woman figured out the phone's internet for me, I suddenly realized that a lot of the sites I had tried to access on my phone had actually been pornographic sites. I was hoping that the woman would just access the site I needed for work and not see any of the pornographic sites.

The woman now said she had figured the phone's internet for me. She seemed happy at first. But then she stopped, a little grossed out by whatever she had seen. She handed the phone back to me and gave me a disappointed look. I knew she had seen a porn site.

I took the phone, wondering what site the woman had seen. The screen had purple lettering on it saying "Daddy's Little Girls." I thought, Oh god, please don't tell me this porn site is what it sounds like. But I knew that it was exactly what it sounded like.

The background showed the side of a house with a pair of some kind of instruments that looked like something related to whatever I was looking for for work purposes. They didn't look like exactly what I was looking for, but I felt like they were close enough.

So I said to the woman, "Oh, there it is! The product I was looking for. That's the only reason I was looking at this site!"

The woman just continued to stare at me with that grossed-out, disappointed look.

What a brilliant nights sleep, a bit of background information first. I have no recall before my last hour or so sleep, but I had a total sleep time of about 11 hours. I had every intention to lucid dream and my bed was incredibly comfortable.

Non Lucid
Lucid

I am being chased through the jungle on a very linear path, just like a level out of Donkey Kong. I'm not sure what is chasing me or who I am with. Eventually a see a red token fly past and try to catch it, assuming it would be a power up or something help me escape being chased. This token has a white stencil of Bowser from Mario on it, once I touch it it balloons in size and starts chasing me too, destroying everything in it's path. Eventually it gets stalled and I look round and realise that I am at home, he can't fit through the hallway door. At this point I realise that once again I'm being chased and that I must be dreaming. I don't quite get the opportunity to become lucid as I wake up seconds after making this realisation.

After this dream I got woken up by the phone. I turned over and tried going back to sleep and WILDing, I didn't really need to sleep but I really wanted to Lucid. I remembered some advice that I'd heard about focusing on internal stimuli to get back to sleep so started vividly visualising things. A thought entered my mind about how humans can't explain some learned skills such as riding a bike, we can just do them, so I started trying to visualise how exactly I balance on a bike no handed. I have visualised things in the past for nmenonics and have always found it very hard to "tame" the images I create, they always seem to morph into unwanted viewpoints or into different objects entirely. However I decided this would be my internal stimuli challenge, not only would I get back to sleep I would also try and help improve a useful skill.

The next thing I knew I was awake and really needed the toilet, after I was done it occurred to me that I had failed my WILD. I decided to do a RC anyway and was very excited when this worked.I decided to do further reality checks so tried to float, at first this didn't work but then I gripped onto the sink for a bit of a boost and found myself floating. This made me extremely happy. At this point I left the bathroom and went into the kitchen, I assume I was only semi lucid here for a moment because I decided that I still needed to reality check further and was going to see what happened if it cut myself on a knife. Upon seeing that my knife was actually a single blade of a pair of scissors and became fully lucid again. On my way back to my room I bumped into two of my flatmates. Not thinking that they were DC's I happily exclaimed "I'm lucid dreaming", from what I've heard this causes DCs to vanish, however I don't think they fully clocked on because they both got angry at this point and tried forcing their way into my room afterwards to find out more. I managed to hold the door shut against them but then it got smashed down. Donkey Kong was back, he seems to have been lingering on my subconscious. He overpowered me for a moment until I realised that I was invincible in a dream state and I forced him out, his appearance flickered to that of my Dad for a split second and also an unknown female. Once I had locked everybody out of my room I decided to try and fulfil one of my dream goals - play in the superbowl. I convinced myself that through the bathroom door was the stadium. Upon the first opening this didn't work but upon the second the appearance had changed somewhat. Clothes and drapes hung from the ceiling and I was excited that I'd managed to influence my environment even to that extent. This excitement woke me up.

At this point I was aware of being in my bed but could hear my infamous ringing sound which indicated I was about to lucid. I found that by holding my eyes in a certain manner I could increase this ringing. I started visualising lots and once again woke in my bed. I went into the bathroom again and reality checked. It worked, but the dream wasn't too vivid. I tried grounding myself by feeling the texture of the towels, the texture of the floor on my feet and I also bit my finger to feel the pain and stimulate my tongue. This grounding had surprisingly realistic effects, all of these actions felt extremely real. Unfortunately the next thing I knew I was awake for real. Unless I am still dreaming now.

Although I didn't do anything particularly exciting in these dreams, I'm very proud of the progress I have made. This is the first time I've had multiple Lucids in one night and the first time that I've had LDs on consecutive nights. Hopefully tonight will mean three in a row!

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID NIGHTLY ADVENTURE

Good morning! When I get my hallucinations in the middle of the night, it's not just visual. I kinda sleepwalk when I see them and I act out. They don't disappear because I get all excited and pick up something, prepared to throw it in their face. Had one last night, and awoke Monica in the process.

23.30: Sleep

01.00: Nightly adventure
I wake up and I notice that Monica's using telekinesis on some kind of object. She's going to make the ceiling lamp fall down! "Hey you need to stop that! Come on, it's going to fall!" I say to her and shake her awake. I run up and hold up my hands to catch it incase it's going to fall. I can clearly see that the object I was seeing, was just the lamp itself. Monica's awake now and asks me to calm down. "Fucking hallucination!" I say angrily.

07.00: Pissed old ladies
I'm on a cruise ship with my family. We're all in a shoestore and some old lady starts to argue with my mother. My mother's a fierce one though, and gets pissed off. Another one comes up to me as I'm sitting there and asks me if I was trashtalking her. "Uhm no..." I say and try to remember what she's talking about. "I only said that stupid people shouldn't have strong opinions and refuse to listen to reason". This clearly pisses her off and I laugh. I get out of the store and get into an elevator. I stand there for a long time, trying to get onto my floor. I suddenly start thinking that this dream is indeed a long one, as I can't recall any dream skip within it.

10.50: Spain
I'm on a bus with my brother and my uncle. We seem to be in another country, like Spain. It's hot as hell and we're going through some slum neighbourhood. For some reason I decide to get off and end up all alone. I look around me and can see small shops everywhere, with those metal security doors you pull down. I know I'm in a bad neighbourhood so I start running back the way the bus came from. I run for a long time before I decide to pick up my map and check where I am at. I can't read the map, it's a jumble of retarded lines and figures.

10.50: Fragment
*I'm at the gym again. It's been almost a year and I try some weights out. I pick up a 3kg weight and lift it. It's really heavy and I struggle with it. I put it behind my back and push upwards. It feels all wrong and I watch myself in the mirror. I'm skinny as never before.

10.50: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 11 hours

Supplements: 2 x Omega-3, few beers

That's it! Yeah yeah, wow wow.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I can only recall one dream I had last night. It was a rather odd dream(At least the parts I remember): I was standing in the middle of a round theatre, there was nobody in it besides me.

I don't think it means anything at all besides showing that I need to work on my dream recall .

My Notes
Non-lucid
Lucid
Awake

I awake to my alarm. I remember that I need to get up and wake myself up, so I do. First, I write down all the dreams I remember on my iPod. It's about 6:25 I think. I get up and go to get a drink of orange juice. I see my dad and say good morning. Back in my bed, I try to WILD. Everything goes well for about 15 minutes. I begin feel slightly numb.
I wake up a few hours later and realise I fell asleep.

Lisa Simpson is at an old, dirty, and slightly flooded closed outdoor swimming pool. She is trying to get it re-opened. Nelson is also there. He is saying to her she should drink the water, if she wants the pool re-opened. In this dream, the scenery is of a lower-class town. It is the early hours of the morning. Almost everything is made of old stone.

In the second dream, the scenery is similar to the previous dream. There is a reporter interviewing a 13 year-old gothic girl who is getting married. The reporter can't stand the girl's vocabulary.

In the third dream, a kid named Joe from my school is with another kid called Ash. They were messing about, but I don't really remember what they did. A kid named Daniel —also from my school— and I are trying to find our phones in a big, clear, rectangle box filled with phones. I find two iPads. They don't look like regular iPads; they have the button on the side, and they appear cheaper made. He hands me my phone. It's an iPhone, but it has a different shape and a orange back cover. I marvel at its looks, as I walk away.
I've just walked through some doors. I'm holding my school books. I pass a large pot-plant. It has big, dead, white caterpillars on it. Another kid and I both say how gross it is.

In the fourth dream I'm in a bed. It wasn't actually my bed. Behind my head was a window. It was completely dark. Smoke seeps into the room. My dad walks over and opens the window very slightly, letting in a tiny ray of light. The smoke gets sucked out. I thank him, but I'm slightly annoyed he let light in.

I don't actually remember the sixth dream, however it is still written down on iPod. Here's the direct quote. It may be messy, since I rushed it.
I'm at a school bench I think and ash and Joe are still with me. I think I looked at a coldplay cd and thought it was good, but kept quiet because I didn't want to look lame.

In the sixth dream, I'm with Joel Luke and Brant. Luke says how tall I've gotten. I go under something to grab an old piece of clothing, to compare it to what I'm wearing now.
We're all watching a film that I've already seen. I remember seeing a strange shape flying through pretty dream-flowers. A sad part comes on, and the theme music to the film Up starts playing. I look to my right and find Joel tearing-up.
I'm back in the room from the beginning of the dream. I run over to Luke, and am horrified to find I'm not wearing any pants. I run back, embarrassed.