non-lucid

08.02.2011

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It was electromagnetism test day. When I first entered the test room I laid my bag at my table next to J but A took my seat. I told him to move over and he did, but then I regretted it and lent him one of my rulers. I had two, the one I use for class in real life and another longer one, I lent him the long one.

The teacher explained the exam to us, there were going to be twenty questions but we only had to answer ten. He told us something about a robot program and he was sick and wanted to puke, and so was I for a moment. He also asked us how many of us were sure that we wanted to be physicists in the future or something physics related, but only a few people raised their hands.

When I got the exam I was surprised because there were not any electromagnetism questions and it was all questions like "have you grown accustomed to college yet?"

Had quite a heavy night last night, but my recall was better than usual in those circumstances - maybe I'm improving? Even so, I can only remember fragments of two dreams.

1. My friend Gareth wrapped himself up in clingfilm and went for a bike ride, trying to convince everybody that this was the perfect way to get fit.

2. Unwanted attention from a friend of mine.

I also had a moment where I woke up and just knew I was going to go lucid, I had a huge ringing in my ears which changed in pitch as if it was a siren going past me. I then found myself in the "floaty" SP state which I had encountered before. I had my eyes shut but could see my room around me but was quite over eager. Tried to throw my arms in the air and fly to get the dream going but this actually caused me to move in RL and wake up.

Still, very proud that I made this much progress with alcohol in my system.

02/06/2011
"Everybody Falls the First Time"

I was outside a house that kind of looked like my grandmother's, on my dad's side. There was an overhang above the front porch, and I had to go back into the bushes to look for something. This porch was infested with spiders, which had made webs that criss-crossed through the small walking space between the bushes and fence, and the deeper I got into this space, the thicker the webbing network became. I had been trying to keep out of contact with these webs, but it was just impossible. When my arms or legs would touch up against the webs, I could feel that they were about the consistency of metallic thread, and I was feeling more and more trapped inside. It got to the point where I wasn't sure I would be able to get back out from behind the bushes, without taking some of these webs out with me. Small spiders dotted the webbing in scattered areas, and I was able to avoid them, for the most part. A friend of mine handed me some sort of cleaning tools - though I don't remember what they were - and I got to work, breaking these webs and spraying whatever spiders I could find.

Randomly, I happened to look to the left, eyes fixed just slightly higher than my head. There, hanging no more than a foot away from my face, was the grand-daddy of all spiders. It was hung with its enormous legs curled up to its softball-sized body - the entire creature probably about the size of a baseball glove. For a moment there, I was paralyzed with fear. I already don't like spiders, and this thing looked like it could strike at any moment, and wrap around my head like a face-hugger from the movie Aliens. Swallowing the terror which was surging through my body like a high-voltage current, I sprayed this monster and swatted him down off of his perch. I then broke out from behind these bushes as fast as I could, and went around to the front. Apparently, I'd done my job, and this spider was dead. Even while it was lying on the ground, motionless, I just couldn't believe the size of this thing. Not missing the chance to document, I pulled out my phone and took a picture of it.

Not long after this, the old woman who lived in this house (who wasn't my grandmother) came home. She was driving an old Caddy, or something similar.Pulling into the garage, the woman slammed into the wall, piercing the home with the grille of her car. She put it in reverse and pulled it back out, and we all ran over to assess the damage. It wasn't too bad, but we were all still wondering WTF she was thinking. We talked to her for a while, and she was a little shaken up, but it turned out she wanted to give it another go. I thought this was a horrible idea, but she was back in the car before I really even thought about saying something. Wasting no time, she slammed on the gas. There was a teenager walking across her driveway, and he had to dive out of the way so the woman wouldn't run him down - which she would have - and the car then disappeared into the garage, followed by an enormous crash.

We ran to the garage, and saw that the car had gone completely into the house, and through the kitchen, debris strewn all around. The woman was ok, but she'd done some major damage to her home. Soon, we were all trying to fix whatever we could help her with. A rack of glass panes were wheeled in, to replace some of the glass cases and windows she'd destroyed, and I noticed that this glass was much stronger than regular glass. Someone told me that it was a special type of glass - which even had a specific name, that I can't remember - and it was the type of glass that they use for those 'sky-walk' things, like at the Grand Canyon, designed to support your weight, when you stand on it and walk out over the gorge.

During this explanation, the dream made an unexpected transition. I was now standing outside of a skyscraper window, hundreds of meters above the ground, perched on one of these panes of glass. The glass plank was only maybe 2x2 ft., and was nowhere near adequate for safely supporting a full-grown man, at such extreme heights. I pulled back and pressed myself against the glass behind me, wondering just what the hell I was doing way up here. Behind me, I noticed that there were some people inside the building. They were encouraging me to jump. That's when I noticed that I was attached to a bungee cord. It seems that I was on a bunge platform, but I had absolutely no intention of jumping.

Across the street was another skyscraper, practically identical to the one I was on. I heard someone scream and looked up above, to the rooftop on the building across from me - which was still hundreds of feet higher than the level I was on. A person had plummetted off of the rooftop and was screaming as they soared down passed my position, careening toward the street far below. Their bungee cord then recoiled, saving them from what would have been certain death. Another person followed, shortly after. These people were obviously braver than I am, because even when I could bring myself to look down, I would throw myself back against the glass, trying to keep myself from tipping over.

One last person hurled himself off of the adjacent building, his trajectory bringing him out a lot further than the others. What I hadn't noticed was that there was another platform on my building, about a dozen feet above my head. This guy had jumped far enough to carry himself across the double-laned gap of road beneath us, just to the side of the building I was on, and slammed down hard, onto the platform above me. I could hear everyone behind me yell "oooooohhhh!!!" The guy - obviously in a lot of pain - was able to slowly shift his body to one side, and just kind of rolled off of the platform. His limp body continued the descent, passing within a few inches from my side, and dropping like a stone, toward the street.Unfortunately, I couldn't resist the urge to track him with my eyes, tilting my head forward just a bit, to see further down toward the street. My body, it seemed, was destined to follow, and I felt myself teeter away from the glass window. I tried to pull my center of gravity backward, but it was too late. Now it was I, who was falling down toward the street, the knot in the pit of my stomach growing exponentially, while the ground rushed up toward me. I don't remember whether or not I screamed, but I wanted to. As far as I know, my bungee cord never snapped me back up, instead, I just kept dropping further and further, faster and faster, until I finally woke up, seconds before hitting the ground.

(I had set The Matrix to loop, while I slept, and this dream felt distinctly like Neo's being stuck on the ledge during his office escape, and his fall between the two buildings, while trying out the jump program. I don't know that they were directly related, but it all felt way too similar not to be.)

02/05/2011
"College Course"

My dad was surprising me with a gift, for some unknown occasion. I can tell that I was much younger, in this dream, but I don't have any idea of what age. He led me out into the garage, and pointed over to one side, standing back and giving me room to pass through. Glancing over to my left, I lay my eyes on a red and blue enduro dirt bike (which looked just like this), parked next to some other bike, that I didn't really take much note of, as if I were already familiar with it. Ecstatic, I wheeled the dirt bike out to the drive way and began to inspect it, checking the choke and other switches. Finally I jumped onto the bike and stomped down onto the kick start. There was a ditch around the side of the house, that I had to avoid, and I was soon tearing off behind the house, pushing up through the gears. There was a large school campus (maybe a college or high school) just past the field I sped across, and I began weaving left and right, so as not to hit the people just wandering along the grass. I'd heard another dirt bike, out on the street, and when the person had seen me, I noticed that he turned around at the stoplight, came up onto the curb, and started trying to keep pace with me.

The physics of the ride were all very realistic. I was playing with clutch/accelerator dynamics to do short catwalks, but was being somewhat careful, because it's been a long time, since I've been riding. Beginning to run out of grass, I came along the front of the school, just at the parking lot, practically shouldering passed a security guard. I figured I'd gone about far enough, and hooked a U-turn around the guard, squeezing the front break and twisting the accelerator back so that the back tire spun in an arc around me. Facing back the way I came, I took off once again, weaving between the students and faculty once more. Don't remember much more than this.

I am riding a bike down the road, through some village. I am starting to recognize that place, but cannot remember exactly where it is. It just feels familiar, as if I knew the place. I am riding, without peddling, as the slope is fairly steep. It must be spring time as there are patches of snow every now and then and all feels really wet, even the road. I look briefly around and see just a few houses scattered around. Then I notice that the road is turning sharply right soon and after a few serpentines it goes up the hill again. Now I realize I am wearing a mask. The one that has been used in the movie "Scream". I am also dressed up in a long, black, loose robe. For a second, I get worried that it may get to the wheels of my bike. However, this thought is quickly disturbed by another person on a bike that I am overtaking. I just balance and he (I feel it is a man), and nod as a "hi" (interestingly not realizing how absurd a perhaps scary would that be). But as I look at him, I see he is wearing exactly the same costume as I have, only the face mask is much bigger. He nods at me. I notice the smile on the mask, thinking, how appropriate.

I go through the right turn, hearing and feeling the road metal under my wheels. I feel like I am rushing somewhere, but I don't know where. Here I notice another biker in front of me. He is quite far, but as I am getting close I can see more details. I am in awe!! The mask is so cool I am thinking to myself. It is mostly gray, plush whole body costume, with some pink parts, which meaning I don't really understand. That is about to change. As I get just a few meters away,
I recognise it is some kind of bizarre mixture of Eeyore and Piglet characters from Winnie the pooh! The whole body part is more like Eeyore and on the top of the head, there is a small Piglet one, as if sitting on Eeyore's head! I am totally amazed by this mask!!

Then suddenly someone on a bike passes by really fast, and I feel anxiety a bit, as I know that there is another sharp turn soon. The person reaches the turn and flies off the road. There is a big house, looking like a watermill. (I assume so as there is a river flowing right behind the house). Nevertheless, that biker flies right into the river, just where a huge water whirl-pool is raging. He is going to drown, I am thinking to myself. I am thinking we have to rescue him somehow, otherwise he is going to die, for sure. Then suddenly a huge rod with a hook at the end comes out of nowhere, pulling the man out of the water. There are some people around, clapping, humming that if I didn't call help, he would have drawn. I am confused, as I cannot remember calling anyone. It all happened so quickly.


The next dream: 4am
I am standing in front of a jungle. (I assume so, because of the kind of trees it is made of, not like in usual forest). I walk in. It seems that it is just a thin ring of trees, shielding a glade, from being seen from outside. I see a plane wrack, or something that at least looks like it. It looks like silhouettes of a plane, covered by moss and little trees, that must have been growing over for quite a while. I walk around, having the wrack by my right hand side. It is very peaceful there, just what you would expect from a place like this. Occasional sounds of birds and animals, echoing in the embracing silence. Then I go close. I climb up, on the top of it. Here, a man appears. Strangely, I am not surprised. As if I was expecting it. This man walks me around, showing me the place. He talks all the time, but I cannot understand (or don’t remember) what he is saying. We walk to the end of the right wing. It is all a bit slippery.

There is another man standing, waiting for us. It must be captain of the plane (!!!!). We start to chat, in a very friendly tone. He is telling me loads of things about the plane, the surrounding, as if he was a tour guide. Then he stops. He is looking at me, as if he expects me to answer to something he said. I look at him. He keeps gazing at me, so I start looking around for a clue, what could have he asked me about. I notice little windows on a side of the plane, through which I can see as if half naked women. But nothing specific, just some silhouettes or so. I look back at him. Hi nods and says… “yes”. Then he says they film porn in here. I keep looking at him. He starts laughing and asks me whether I want to see. (at this point I am falling asleep again, and my words become totally random ((damn!! :-D)))


The next dream:4:15am
Mk and I are in some camp or a cottage village or so. It looks like the spring village from the other day's dream, but this time we are on the top of the village, on the top of the hill. We are walking and chatting. It feels like we are going to explore the place. Then a group of people approach us. They are all young. It seems like they are on some school trip. They ask us if we want to go with them for a party, where they are going. Mk and I look at each other, make that kind of face saying “why not”, and we agree to go.

However, Mk says he needs to change his jacket. So we cycle home quickly. (I am not sure where we got the bikes, as we were walking initially, but hey, it’s a dream right?). Our house is somewhere in the middle of the ‘slope’ village. It is an old, cold house. It seems like my grand mum’s house I think for a moment. Then, Mk says he needs to “take a dump” (literally). I wait outside. I can hear him shouting something and laughing. 'Bloody hell', I am thinking to myself and laughing too. Then he walks out (from (as I now realise) a disproportionally small house) and says it stank so bad, that his head started to hurt! Well, I am laughing at it, obviously. :-D

We are on our way to the party. It's quite a walk up the hill. I think it must take us some fifteen minutes. The road curves up the hill, but we are taking shortcuts that cut right through, straight up.
When we get to the party, there are many people. We have to tell the security a code, which is “chicken fricassee” (!!!). Apparently, this is what is cooked as a main course there. The party is kind of boring, or old fashioned. It is in a huge village hall house. People are walking in one big circle to a rhythm of the music being played. We just stand there and watch it. Occasionally, we chat shortly with some random people. Then I wake up….

Dream Lucid Partially lucid

Feb. 7, '11:
1) I had a short lucid moment when I told my mom to have a sense of humor in dreams. She was upset by something I had said.
I asked her if she knew where Sheila was. Then I asked again with different wording. I asked for Sheila to be there.
I saw a girl in the kitchen that did not look like Sheila. She had darkish skin and was very sexy. We had sex for a few seconds until I woke up.

2) I was back in my parents' house, in the dining room. (Not like how I'm usually there in my dreams, like I'm still living there. In this dream I had returned to visit.) Braden approached me and talked about art school. Several people gathered at the table, I think for a Bible study. My dream journal was open on the table. I picked it up and closed it, saying there could be inappropriate stuff in it.

Comment Dream Lucid
Epicness: 6,7/10
I'm at a nightclub. In some way I buy and sell aircrafts. Always something bigger. Suddenly, I have 11.3 million on my bank account. I know because I somehow check it on a computer. I go and dance in the club, it feels like the dream is very long, just being in the club. I tell a girl from my class that I have won much money. Her reaction is not caring at all. I go back to my hotel room and get a message by Tommy at work, he writes in English: you may have to confirm. He will pick us up, me and another for some reason. There's a lot of things I assume to know here. A picture of a large building comes into my head. Large Roman columns outside and a large staircase. It kind of overlaps the current dream, like my last dream.

I find myself suddenly in a dream I've had before, long ago. There is a room in a hospital that is cursed. A force grab patients and knock them wall to wall in a tight hallway into the room. I go in and also get smacked between the walls, but I manage to go all the way into the room. They say that MRI machines are on the other side of the walls each side of the hallway and that tattoos smack patients to the walls. I don't have any tattoo. When I enter the room there comes a creepy, skinny and bald person behind the door. I have seen him before. I look to the other side and starts waking up. There is a staircase down to something, behind a shower curtain. Another bald and skinny guy is coming up from it.

I woke up exactly at 6 o'clock one hour before I'm used to wake up. I didn't feel the dream was that of a nightmare even though I were in a cursed room. When i woke up I didn't move and tried to sleep again. the face of the creepy guy was what came to mind and woke me up again. Like something didn't want me to dream again.
I felt the dream was very long, I think I got an idea that I was dreaming when I had won money, but was not lucid. It might mean that I'm close?

Amount of sleep: 6,5 hours
Supplement: Apple juice

I was using the computer, and my Japanese Pen Pal contacted me and asked me to go on a holiday trip with them. I asked my mum, and she was fine with this. We were supposed to be only gone for 8 hours. They immediately arrived at the door, and I walked out with my sister and got in their car. It was early evening, and was partially sunny outside. We got in their car, and began to drive down my road. There was no conversation. I asked them how we were going to get to Japan, have a holiday, and get back in 8 hours. They told me they'd changed their minds and wanted us to stay for 2 days. I was relaxed about this and figured I'd text my parents at some point soon.

I remembered being in an airport, and that was it.

I was in a holiday home in Spain, and was sitting on a computer chair, using the internet. It was early evening outside and was somewhat cloudy, so I'd come inside. The villa was very grey and spacious, but nice still. I had been asked to do weed, and I'd agreed.

Suddenly I was in a room behind it, an equally grey but much smaller room. My friend Jonny was doing weed inside of it.

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

The first thing I remember is thinking, I should really do an RC. [I have no idea why I thought that, but I did.] I do, and discover that I can breathe through my nose while holding it shut. Strangely, though, I find I can't do anything more than that, besides lie there. I can't even see anything around me. I try to get up, but I can't. I think, "I have no mouth, and I must scream," but I don't really mean it; I'm not afraid or even really concerned, just slightly puzzled, and I'm just observing that my situation is comparable to the one for which the short story is named.

[Later, I had a really, really cool non-lucid.] My mom, P., and I get into the open, upholstered back seat of a tiny little wooden propeller plane, big enough for the three of us and a pilot, who sits in a seat in front of ours. The plane takes off from the airport in the city of Louisville, which I know [in the dream] is the greenest city in America. [It looks nothing like the real Louisville.] We fly over the city in our plane, admiring the view. There is a big building with cascades of water gushing through big, rectangular openings on one side. I think, I hope that's a power plant. It obviously is, powering the entire city. The city is very beautiful from the air. It is on a very flat, sandy plain, next to the ocean. [Wait, what?! Real!Louisville is landlocked! It's by a river, but it's not the same thing.]

The little plane flies low over the ocean, so that we can dip our rubber-thong-sandal-clad feet in the water as we fly along. Then, suddenly, I find myself in the ocean water, holding on to a dark purple foam mat that floats in the water. I'm wearing my favorite swimsuit [that I have in real life]. I see the plane, floating with most of the plane below the surface of the water, the pilot still in his seat. I hang on tightly to the foam mat to keep myself afloat, knowing that I can't swim. [Strange; I could swim back on February 2.] There are other swimmers in the water besides me and my family. A young man grabs hold of my mat and flips it up and pushes it over onto me, trying to use it to playfully push me under the water. I pretend to go along with it, but manage to keep my head above water. [Now that I think of it, I was much more buoyant in the water in this dream than I am in reality, and could keep an arbitrary amount of my body above water, just like in my dream on February 2; I just wasn't aware that I could do that this time.]

My family and I get back onto the plane, which is getting ready to take off from the water. I have a conversation with the pilot about how there have to be at least two feet of distance between the surface of the water and the wings of the plane in order for it to take off. It takes off with the help of a wave that gives it a push from behind, then climbs back into the sky. The pilot says something about how he's heading back to the airport, since it's so close by that there will be practically no weather at all there. The plane returns to the airport and lands there.

[Later in the night, after a very brief WBTB.] I'm talking about being a lucid dreamer [whether to myself or to someone else, I'm not sure]. I ramble on about the mental discipline I have to have for a bit, not really paying attention to what I'm saying. Suddenly, I realize that for the last several sentences, I haven't been talking about lucid dreaming at all; I've been talking about being kind and behaving well toward other people. At some point, without realizing it, I shifted from talking about being a lucid dreamer to talking about being a Christian. I say to myself, “That's a good sign. It means my subconscious has its priorities in order.”

I'm in House #1, and am now definitely lucid. Everything around me is vague and blurry. I try to focus my attention on some of the scenery to make it clearer, and it works a little bit, but the house looks as if I'm looking at it through dark, spot-and-fingerprint-covered sunglasses. I'm walking back and forth in the master bedroom, which is much more spacious than it was in the real House #1. I remember that my dreaming goal for tonight was to practice delivering my 30-second commercial, so I start practicing.

"Hello, my name is (Emiko)," I say. "I'm a computer technician... networking technician... I'm a computer technician who specializes in networking."

I go on to say the same thing I've been saying almost every time I've practiced this, about saving money for my previous employer. I can't think of anything new and creative to add to my 30-second commercial. I'm rather surprised. I had expected the words and thoughts to flow more easily here, but it's actually a little bit harder to deliver a good 30-second commercial in a lucid dream than it is in reality. [So much for using all of your brain's potential while you're dreaming. Not for that purpose, anyway. I suppose my brain was also busy generating the scenery around me. Or maybe I just need to gain more dreaming experience. I don't know.]

There's another reason why I'm having difficulty practicing my 30-second commercial: I'm distracted by my stuffy nose, which is now running. I wipe it with a black paper napkin with white polka dots on it, remarking, “I didn't think dream bodies could get sick like this!” As I continue pacing the master bedroom, I think, I could try walking through that wall there if I wanted to, but I decide not to, because I have something more important to work on while I'm here.

I step forward far enough to see around the corner into the bathroom, to the left. I see the DC version of my mom there. She's wearing a light yellow T-shirt and is crouched down, apparently looking for something under the sink. I say, “Oh. Hi, Mom. I have this cold right now. I don't know why I'm telling you this. Just to let you know.”

She says something along the lines of, “Well, don't get it on me.” I turn away, looking back into the master bedroom, and discover that I can now see everything with perfect clarity. “Oh, now I can see!” I exclaim, slightly annoyed. I walk toward the other end of the room, aiming to explore beyond another doorway into another part of the house. [Stupidly,] I close my eyes, and then open my real eyes. I'm disappointed in myself when I realize that I've lost the dream by doing something that I know better than to do.

I have been a member of this site for five years, and I have never had a lucid dream (that I can remember). So, in an attempt to help awaken one I've decided to start keepin' this online journal.

From what I remember of the last dreams, I was in some sort of jungle/grassland. I rode in a jeep-like vehicle with my friends Damien and Michael. My mother was there in the jungle and she told Damien many secrets about me. My old step-father was also there chopping down grass or something. This was weird because I haven't seen the man in years.

Then the dream changed, and turned into a big dark city. There was a constant night sky, and a large space ship was hovering thousands of feet above it. High officials in the city were each staring at a contraption in their laps that had two buttons (green and red). A little girl in a red dress was trying to pick out red glasses. Most of all the officials pressed the green button, but there was one man flying away in a plane who lifted the latches and press both buttons. This caused the compartments on the spaceship to open and empty hundreds upon hundreds of zombies (big and small) onto the street. The city was in a panic when I somehow woke up.

Last night's dream was filled with feelings of guilt and exasperation

I was at some random guy's house, helping him host a house party because he was sick. It should be mentioned that 'I' was not me - I was female but in another body it seemed.

The whole party consisted of me fetching and carrying for the host, cleaning up all of the bottles and dirty clothes (?) left around by guests, and feeling incredibly guilty knowing that I was helping this guy cheat on his girlfriend, who came home early in the end of the dream.

A bit of a masochistic dream, me thinks

Dream - Lucid

I slept pretty hard last night, so a lot of my recall is shot till I had some dreams/FAs/weird experiences this morning. I do remember a fragment from the night though.

I was at my grandparents' house, smoking weed with my grandpa. I wasn't supposed to do it again for some reason, but I found some extra that I didn't know I had, and hid it away. I also almost took a whole bunch of my grandpa's weed, but decided against it.

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I was in my high school's band room, but I think it was supposed to be elementary school. There were kids standing by the door, lining up like they were ready to go somewhere. The teacher, my old 2nd grade teacher to be exact, was standing at a podium at the front of the room. It was very quiet, and I realized I was dreaming. I examined my hands, and counted 6 fingers on my right hand. I looked at one of the girls standing in the room, Chelsea, and I said

"Chelsea! I'm dreaming!"

She just looked at me and smiled. The look on her face and on the faces of all the other kids who were now staring at me, was one of pity, like I was crazy and they felt sorry for me, but they were going to humor me by smiling and keeping silent.

I examined my hands again to induce some clarity, but I felt myself losing the dream. I shouted "Increase vividness!", and I still felt like I was losing the dream, but a little more slowly now. I felt one of the chairs closest to me, and felt the hard plastic material it was made out of. I started to fly through the ceiling, when I woke up into an FA.

I woke up in my bed, and looked at my phone for the time. 8:30, right when I was supposed to get up. One of our cats, Pounce, walked into the room and jumped on my bed. I pet her a little, and she started to scratch herself. She drooled everywhere (she drools in waking life, haha). I said "Are you drooling, Pouncer?". Her drool got all over one of my green school notebooks that she was sitting on. I looked up, and there was a TV in front of me, with some weird episode of Family Guy where everyone looked like purple aliens.

After this, I really woke up. Tossed and turned a bit to get a little more sleep before I had to get up.

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I woke up again, this time to my alarm going off. I looked at my phone. 8:30. I tried to turn the alarm off, which was barely going off in the first place, and ended up accidentally resetting it to go off. I finally got it turned off, and got up to get in the shower.

I entered the bathroom. It was very dim, and the sinks were missing. It was also bigger than my waking life bathroom. I went to turn on a light switch, but the wall around it was covered in these light brown moving spots. I went to the other side of the bathroom to try to use the other light switch, but it too was surrounded by these light brown moving spots. I wondered to myself if they were bugs. I repeated the process of going back and forth a couple of times, now trying to turn on a light to see if the spots really were bugs. I decided that they were, even though I never got to touch the light switches to see for sure. I thought to myself "I could go to another bathroom without these bugs in it if I were dreaming."

Then, I was in my bed, but it took me a minute to figure out where I was. There was a mirror behind me, but when I tried to sit up to look in it, I couldn't see my reflection. In fact, moving itself was a chore. I could barely keep my eyes open, they were very heavy. I was trying to look around, but it was so difficult to keep my eyes open, just looking around my room was a chore. I closed them for a minute, but forced them open again, because I knew I'd wake up if I closed them. I wondered if I was having an OBE. I tried to fly, but couldn't. My body felt very heavy. I fell onto the floor, still with my eyes struggling to stay open. I don't remember seeing my body on the bed, so I was then very unsure of what was really going on. I knew I wasn't awake. I then got up off the floor, put my feet on the edge of the bed, and was lying down in midair, with nothing supporting my weight but my feet on the edge of the bed.

Very strange experience...very strange indeed.

Still non lucid, but last night's dream was all over the place.

First thing I can remember is the carnival. See S, try to catch up with her. She goes on a ride in some wierd part of the carnival. I keep walking and go into a little room to use the bathroom or something. I realize there are windows on the wall and wonder if everyone can see me.

Next thing i can remember im in some house that slightly resembles mine. For some reason I know M is out to get me and I have a distinct memory of her stabbing me to death at some point. So, i search for a knife to keep in my pocket. Im sneaking around, I find some knife from a long time ago, and hide it in my pocket.

Later on I see her and somehow to prevent her from hurting me I turn into a vampire. This makes me super strong and I suddenly have the idea that Brian is out to get me. I attack him as a vampire. I cant really remember the fight.

Then in the third part of the dream, its me B and S walking outside of a building somewhere. Were about to take an outside elevator to a beach on the rooftop, where everyone has apparantly turned into babies. It comes to my attention that we are also infants. B wants to see the adorable other people, but we decide to wait till were big again so we can just watch them.

Last part, S chats with me on FB. But I realize I'm actually asleep. I try to respond but I know I'm not actually on my laptop. Finally I wake up.

I tried to WILD today, and wow
At first I felt my hands go numb. I kept trying to imagine the feeling of me moving my body. Then out of nowhere I started to get the smell of fruit punch. I felt strange waves all over my body and my heart was racing in my chest. I was sweating buckets all over. For some reason I found all of this hilarious, but I kept in my laughing. Then I remembered this: YouTube - Herpex and I burst out laughing. Eventually I gave up and went to bed regularly.

I'm walking along a bridge. It's night time. The bridge is a little bit wet for it rained earlier. I drop and nearly catch the side of the bridge. A man comes along and helps me up. Now that he's saved my life he wants me to work for him. I tell him no and take the bus home. This man, will be responsible for the end of the world.

There's a scene change. I'm with a couple of buddies. Were in some sort of obstacle course. Enemies are coming towards us. We do our best to fight them off. We're armed with assault rifles and carbines. We do well after a while, then they send in this secret weapon. Her name is "Anne". We fire tons of bullets at her but no matter how many it make no difference. Instead of finishing us off though, she just walks right by us. It's at this point I know they're not after me (which is what I previously thought), there after someone else. A girl, I know her, but I don't know her name and I don't know what she looks like. It's strange. Somehow she's the missing piece of the puzzle to all this and they need her.

Another scene change. I'm not in my own body, someone elses. I think he's rogue special forces. He knows what's going on, he knows how to fix this. The location is Kenya, the mission, kill the president (or prime minister I don't know) and avert world war 3. Simple enough, no pressure. I'm armed with a single Desert eagle. I creep out of the shed I'm in. There he is. He has a couple of armed body guards with him. I point it at him, and pull the trigger. It's not working, the gun is jammed. I keep pulling it. Click, click, click. It's almost as if the trigger is the most heaviest thing in the world. Click, click, click, BOOM! It goes off and lands him in the shoulder.

"I'm fucked."

He rushes into the shed I'm in. I keep trying to pull the trigger a second time but it just wont work. He pulls out a knife. "WOAH HEY TAKE IT EASY!" I tell him. He keeps trying to stab me as I freak out and frantically pull the trigger with my gun pointed at him. After a while of him trying to stab me and me trying to pull the trigger he lets up.

"Okay! I'll forgive you." He tells me.

"What?" I ask him shocked.

"I'll forgive you just drop your gun."

I drop it. It's already over, it doesn't matter, I just expected to die today. Those were the thoughts running in my head. Shortly after the U.S. military arrives to clean up the situation. Apparently the president was supposed to make a speech today, probably how he knew he'd be there.

My point of view switches. I'm in my own body again, but I'm in the same location. I go towards the scene to inspect the ruckus. I see the man who's body I was in just a minute ago. He has short blond hair, dirt and sweat on his face, and a bullet proof vest on his chest. He's wearing something special forces would be wearing. I'm saddened that he has failed. To U.S. army troops move towards him with their guns pointed at him, their laser dots on his chest. He puts his hands up and drops to the ground. After a while the to troops, One a black bald man and the other a white woman with medium long blond hair, start to smile. The both of them shoot him (probably armor piercing or FMJ rounds since he was wearing a vest) and he closes his eyes and falls down in agony. I'm shocked.

The woman, she goes to wear the majority of the troops are gathering. She has a gas canister in her hand. It's over, everyone here is going to die, including me if I don't get out of here.

There's a scene change. It's like I've teleported somewhere else. I'm in a dining room. It's very fancy, a lot of rich people are there, including me and my dad, but were not rich. My memories from the last scene are still there. This is only the begging, it's game over, all down hill from here. I know exactly what's going to happen. The man that saved my life, he's behind all this. He's going to organize some sort of tactical nuke strike world wide. He's going to start world war 3, but first he needs an excuse. He killing off a bunch of U.S. troops, he's going to blame it on other countries. He's going to do the same with other major countries, Russia, China, Iran. Nukes will go off in every direction. It will be the end of the world.

I sit very close to the person holding the dinner party.

"And the best president in history is, John F. Kennedy." She says as other people cheer.

I go up to her.

"Do you know the entire world is about to end?" I ask her.

"I know." She tells me.

Once again I'm shocked. I go to sit back at the chair I was sitting at before. There's a man next to me. He's kind of old and has a grey beard. I tell him, "Do you know every day we get up, the human race could just completely destroy the planet?"

"Oh, theres no way the human race could do that!" He tells me.

Pissed by his ignorance I decide to just ignore him. Suddenly I see a group of soldiers walk into the room behind us. One of them is lagging behind, a woman. She has a gas canister in her hand. I stare in horror as I watch her go into the room with the other troops. A little while later I hear on the news that every single fighter the US military had flying today just dropped out of the sky simultaneously (apparently that was a lot). As the inevitable draws closer I start to feel my heart sink in my chest.

There's another scene change. I'm in a different body, special forces patrolling an area. I'm in the gunner seat of a tank. I'm operating a mounted flame thrower. Were in the middle of the desert, me and the rest of my squad. Were getting a signal on the radio. It sounds like distress signal. It tells us to go to checkpoint "Simpson" and help out a special forces team that had a mission go wrong. There pinned down and need immediate back up. After we clear things up with the opfor we are to hold checkpoint Simpson at all cost.

The team and I head for the coordinates. What we find looks like a HUGE depression in the sand. Must be at least a couple of kilometers in diameter. Inside seems to be some sort of quarry or camp set up. Opfor all over the place. The convoy can't make it down a hill that steep, so we get out of our vehicles and begin to slide down the hill. On my way down I ask one of my squad-mates, "Shouldn't it be Sierra and not Simpson?"

"it has to do with the weather!" he tells me.

Another one of us comes sliding past.

"Yeah! Los angeles weather!" he tells me.

Suddenly. I wake up.

P.s. Took me a while to post.