non-lucid

Up late again last night, and took some vitamin b-6 before bed. I had to get up immediately after waking up, so my dream recall is not good, but I remember that I had more dreams than I can remember. Here is what I can recall:

Killer Robot

I am somewhere where this dream has taken place, and go downstairs to the basement. There are a few rooms in the basement, up and down a hallway that the stairs lead to. I am standing on the stairs, thinking about or talking to someone about a robot that is down there. Suddenly, a woman screams. The robot is coming after me! I turn to run up the steps, but can't. I try to drag myself up the stairs by the railing.

Then I wake up.

Little Monsters

I am in an airport or a school. I get into a long line behind a small monster. This monster is one of many in the room, all of them about the size of little kids, but looking like the Wolf Man, Frankenstein's Monster, Dracula, etc...

... I do whatever it is I went to the place to do, and sit down at a table. Around the corner from me are three pretty girls singing a song. I watch them for a while...

Plans: I have been feeling pretty shitty today, it has been going on all day. There have been a couple times when I perked up a bit, but not much, so I don't know what effect this could have on my dreaming. Plans include meeting Dakotahnok to confirm a shared dream at the Halo 3 Warthog Run mission, completing tasks of the year, meeting MoSh for a Harry Potter dream, and to meet up with Tigress to kill stuff… probably monsters from DDO.

I am in a strange room, it looks like a doctor's office, though I'm not sure what I am there for. Or rather I don't want to think about what I am there for, because I am there for my gynecological exam, which is something I really dread, since it usually hurts. I am here because my guardian, Hetfield, bullied me into it, and now I am silently cursing at him for my being there even though he continues to say I have done the right thing. So I sit there for a while longer, now I am annoyed at the doctor for taking her time in getting to me, the last thing I want to do is sit there waiting for something I dread. Finally the doctor comes into the room and greets me with a smile on her face, I don't feel like returning the smile. She pulls out a syringe and says she will have to give me a little shot… a shot? I thought she was here to look at my nether regions, not give me a shot… I ask her what it is, she says it's nothing harmful, she just wants to give me the shot, then I can tell her what I feel. I don't like this, and I don't understand it, either. She comes over to me and gives me the shot, and I immediately wish I had protested more… because now I am feeling dizzy. I tell her that, and I see she is taking notes on a tablet computer. Things look strange for a bit, then my vision clears, and I feel ok again. I tell her that, and she sits down in a chair and said she will wait.

I wonder what she is waiting for… then I notice the wall is moving??? There is a huge bubble forming in the wall, not just one of them, there are several of them. It looks like the wall is rapidly developing a bad case of acne, though the "pimples" aren't red, they are rainbow colored, concentric rings of color starting at the center of each "zit" and then fading into the white of the wall at the base of the zit. They keep growing until they have a yellow head on each one that looks tightly strained and ready to pop… and then they all pop at once. I cringe back, expecting a wave of grossness in the form of pus, but that doesn't come. Instead, each "zit" spews forth waves of colorful confetti, colorful and sparkling. So now I am sitting in a doctor's office in the middle of a colorful and sparkling confetti storm… what kind of a hospital is this? I am about to do a RC when the doctor distracts me and asks what I see, so I tell her. She says that is good, the shot was a hallucinogen, so the effects would wear off shortly. She said if things get creepy, just remember, it is a hallucination. Now that I have an explanation for this, I forget about doing a RC. (D'Oh!) Also due to this, I just watch with mild interest as all of the pieces of confetti turn into bugs that crawl all over me, though the itching is rather annoying. I see my reflection in a mirror, and now my entire body is covered with colorful and sparkling confetti… rather interesting, actually.

Soon the confetti illusions fade out and I am in the normal doctor's office again, though I feel slightly dizzy again now that the hallucination is over. The doctor comes back into the room, with two large men. She says they're nurses, but they look more like hired goons. She takes out another syringe, but I have had it with the shots. I tell her no more shots for me, I'm leaving here. She said she thought I might say something like that… and the goons block the door. She comes over to give me the shot, but I knock her hand away, knocking the syringe out of her hand and onto the table. A drop leaks out and eats its way into the counter, leaving a small smoking hole. I ask her what the fuck that was, some kind of acid? She says she needs to see what it would do to the inside of my body. I point at the smoking hole on the counter and ask what she thinks it will do… it burns through the counter, so she can draw some pretty good conclusions about what it would do inside my body! I get up now, determined to leave this crazy place. She reaches for the syringe, I push it onto the floor. She leans over to get it, and I kick her in the face hard, knocking her across the room, I think she was unconscious.

Time to get out of here… I pick up the syringe and hold it threateningly, telling the goons to stand aside unless one of them wants to get stuck with it. One of them dares me to try it. So I move towards the two goons, I twist aside when the one on the right grabs at me, and I come up behind him and stick the needle of the syringe in his neck. There is a small amount of burning there, but not much, and the thug tenses as if expecting me to inject the contents into him. Instead I just keep my thumb on the plunger, and tell them no one has to die here, just get out of my way so I can leave. The one I am threatening sounds terrified, he tells the other one in a quivering voice to do what I say… he calls me an 'it' when he speaks. The second goon seems hesitant to comply, then the one I am threatening gives out the most pathetic "Please…" I have ever heard, only made more pathetic considering it is coming from a big guy who is about to cry. The second thug finally moves aside, I move with the thug I am threatening to the door, then I pull the needle out and shove the door closed. I really wish I could lock it… but no such luck.

I head down the hall quickly, and of course I haven't gotten far before the thugs come to the door and shout that the creature is loose. Creature? Why is he calling me a creature? Never mind that, I have to get out of the hospital. I run down a hall and I hear footsteps behind me. I look back to see more of the hired goon style nurses following after me, so I turn into an examination room and shut the door. This time I am able to block it, I wedge a chair under the knob, which will at least slow them down a bit. So now to find another way out of there, I go to the window and look out, but I am on at least the third or fourth floor, so that isn't promising. I search, but I find no other exit, so I end up back at the window again. Someone is pounding hard on the door. The chair gives way and a large goon enters, though it looks like he is alone. I figure they didn't see which room I went in. I try to get the window open to climb out, but the goon grabs me by the neck. He says he has a test… let's see how long the thing can go without oxygen, and if it doesn't need to breathe, let's see how it responds to a broken neck. He squeezes my neck hard, I stick the syringe needle in his arm. He ignores that and squeezes harder. No choice, I inject the contents of the syringe into his arm. He gets a strange look on his face, releases me immediately, and grabs his arm… which is rapidly being eaten away by the acid. He is screaming in pain now, I don't feel like watching that, so I run out the open door and away from the hall while the goons are searching other rooms. They will surly come soon to the man's screams.

I use the stairs and reach the bottom floor before I meet any more opposition. I am heading down the hallway towards the emergency exit, almost there, when a uniformed guard steps in front of me and aims his gun at me, ordering me to stop. He knows that guns will still hurt me, so don't try anything. I am not lucid, so I believe guns will hurt me. He asks if I'm going to come peacefully or does he have to shoot me in the kneecaps to ensure cooperation. I back away from him, now feigning a fear that for some reason I don't actually feel, I crouch down in the corner, pretending to be crying, I tell him he can't let those doctors take me back, they're trying to kill me. He comes over to me, he looks pretty proud of himself, he says their goal isn't to kill me, it's to run their tests on me. He says if it kills me, that's no big loss… no one will mourn the loss of one of my kind. Since I am cowering, he is being careless. He reaches for the neck of my shirt and tries to lift me by it, saying it's time to go back to the doctor. I grab him by his family jewels and give a hard and fast twist and pull to them. He gets a shocked look on his face, then doubles over in pain. I grab the gun and point it at his head, but then I see he is no more of a threat right now than a small kitten… actually the kitten with its claws would be more of a threat.

I grab the keys from the guard just in case I need them, then I run out the emergency exit onto the hospital grounds, out into the night. There are no locked doors or gates, but there is a fence topped with razor wire. I don't even think of electric fencing… when I grab it, the fence sparks… but I am not hurt. Must be a weak voltage? I climb the fence, slip through the razor wire while getting only minimal cuts, then I drop on the other side. The guard I kicked, or one just like him, is right behind me and jumps for the fence. He is instantly caught by the electrical flow, the smell of cooking flesh wafts over to me, then he drops dead. So much for not much voltage… No time to consider that for long, I head away from the facility into the forest beyond, intent on putting as much distance between me and the hospital as possible.

I am sorting out some notes with bank account numbers.

We cooked too much bacon at work, so I am thinking whether it could be frozen. However, I am worried that it won't taste good when it's defrosted and heated up again. :-D

It is summer time. My brother and I stand behind our house in CZ. There are large fields with some kind of herbs or spices beyond our house. We have a small tractor with massive tanks for watering these plants. The tractor has jets for spraying the water at the plants. My brother had similar one. We are racing now, going right to the other side, where we have to refill the tanks. As I look at the fields, I see many of watering jets all over the field. We fill up the tanks. I ask my brother if we are doing it right. The tanks are green with aluminum arms holding the jets. My brothers ensure me that it is all ok, so we go back.

I am behind our house again. I am there with my sister. She is going to do some gardening too, but keeps running away all the time, as if to get something. She plays some music in her room and leaves the window open, so we can hear it.

I am sitting in the fields, when some man comes to me. He is wearing a long coat and a gas mask. I have a feeling that it has something to do with "black death". There is a small person under a heap of leafs ready to be burned. The man asks me whether he should burn it. I say that no, that its ok. (!!!)

I go to a shop with plastic models made by Rewell. I want to choose one, so I go through it. I picked a tank. It cost £68 (exact amount???). I queued for quite long. When I got to the cashier (young lady with long hair and glasses) she saw me looking for the price, so she told that its not the final price as some other components have to be bought with it. So I told her that I need to think about it for a while. Then the girl offers me to purchase a kite. It has many different colors, and it is very cheep. It only costs £1.20. So I took one.

I am behind our house again. There is my brother with me too. We continue watering the plants. We use the water from our swimming pool, but its being filled up at the same time too. We chatter about it. My phone keeps ringing all the time. I look at my watch and notice that its on the other wrist. It is early in the morning 7 or 8. I am fairly surprised as it seems like midday because it's pretty bright. Then everybody leaves. I have a feeling that they go shopping, or they go to water plants somewhere else. There is my grandmother too. I tell her that I will send her the file soon. (??) My grandmother and I have filled in some file in MS Excel. It contained names in time (for centuries). Then I went to see my friend O. Skrbek. He starts to apologize and explaining some matters, although I don't understand what is he saying. He says that he ate some bonbons in some lawyer's office. I remember that he always had plenty of everything. I tell him to open a store with building materials, and that I can write the welcome board for him. (!!!!) ( I am falling asleep again at this point, therefore there is less and less logic in the story)

1/16
I had a dream last night about a pond or small lake that me, my two sisters, and mother were enjoying. One was floating and gliding along on a float mat, and we were swimming and walking around the lake, laughing and playing.
Then my youngest sister was wading near the shore and she tripped over the lake drain hole, uncovering the lid. The lake started to drain into the muddle bottom hole and she slipped into it, too, though we tried to stop her. I ran to find a rope or something to help her. My mother was screaming about her beautiful lake draining, not of her daughter in the drain hole. I found a rope and came back to the hole which was full of water, though I could see her blonde head under the murky hole. She grabbed onto the rope I threw on top of her and I pulled her up easily. The lake had drained empty and was now a vast mud hole.



I was at a water park slide with a very long ling of people lined down the stairs. It was a crappy waterpark and the slide was full of people, one after another. They wouldn't wait for the person in front to get all the way down the slide into the pool, and some were too fat for the slide. I eventually got to the top, but found myself down at the bottom in the pool, not remembering the slide down. What crap.

I'm trying to remember my dreams more and have a lucid dream. I keep my old journal right next to my bed. I wrote down in it "I will have a lucid dream tonight" but didn't. Just the weird lake dream. I'd like to have better control, better recall. I get in phases where I will remember a lot or have a recurring dream, or random dream control or a lucid one, but it's been a long time. I want to practice, but it's hard. I feel like I can't induce a LD or control or even remember that well these days. Once I'm asleep, my conscious mind is out the door.

1. A hotel where half of the guests act as butlers for the other guests.

2. A swimming pool full of confetti launchers that activate when you step on them.

3. Trying to put on stage makeup in the basement of the house in my old-old town.

4. Going to summer camp.

5. A bunch of girls invite me to a "het slumber party" on the stage of the gym in my old high school. Basically, everyone is supposed to sleep in a giant dogpile and prove their straightness by having no physical reactions to doing so. When I get into the dogpile, my pulse starts racing and I start to feel an *ahem* disturbance in the southern regions. To avoid suspicion, I pretend to be sleeping as heavily as the rest of them, but they still catch on and throw me out.

6. A crumbling old hotel.

7. I'm playing some sort of Mario Kart/F-Zero mashup game, and I win every race except the last one, where I come in second.

Fire And Rain

We were at the video store. Alexander was buying pornography and those nasty magazines like Zoo, and had given me a list of things we needed too. When we bought the stuff and went to leave the staff asked him if he'd worked there and I replied I had. Then I realised I'd left a lot of stuff in the shopping section so we went back in through clothes and footwear, and I found my schoolbag with my laptop again under a table in papercrafts.

Out we went, and down the street; somehow we we ended up walking with these two girls, discussing our choices of bank. One needed the toilet, and I said we'd just walked past one. We discussed the merits of public toilets. Then I followed the girls into a building, rather for too long as they seemed to be going to their jobs as desk jockeys, and eventually I realised following them was awkward and left, noting everybody doing the job seemed to be really young.

Outside, a group of pre-pubescent African-American kids had turned "Baa Baa Black Sheep" into a rap, and were now releasing it with two remixes as a single. Off in the distance, American robots stopped people going up a hill. A suicide bomber was there, and they were negotiating. Also somehow most of the world's water had become infected with a virus; you could tell if the water had a slight red tinge. Tony Blair was negotiating with the robots, saying people needed to get through to the airport, and he'd hoped to talk to Optimus Prime, not the (autobots? Decepticons? I forget exactly what he said in contrast). I walked off, found the man who'd drive me home, and a bunch of people were clustered about, considering the implications of the virus. I force-vomited up my lunch, to get any virus out, and tried to write a message using paint, and also a text message. Both were very difficult for some reason. A woman was selling the tiniest xylophones ever, another man was playing Fire and Rain by James Taylor on a guitar, and the Canadians had fresh water in jugs.

I was visiting my high school, but the setting was not at my high school. In the
dream however, it was. It was night-time and I only recognize the campus from
a similar dream I had in the past. It would be quite difficult to describe. I met up
with a couple friends and we exchanged greetings and I walked down onto this
dock and the dream ended. The dream I had had previously was much more
in-depth.

I am getting home from hanging out with my best friend. I am not sure what we were doing
but he is still with me. I go to open the back door but it's locked, we rarely ever use the front
door. I don't remember pulling out my key or anything but I somehow managed to get it open.
I was slightly angry because it was not nighttime so my parents were awake and the door should
have been unlocked. I open the door but there is resistance. I push against it and overpower
it, prying it open to find my mom trying to push it closed. I manage to get inside and she is
laughing as if it is a joke. I become very angry and start spewing obscenities and storm up
to my room. I close the door and go over to my clock which is in the correct corner of my room
but the dresser it is sitting on is on the wrong wall. Also, the clock light is yellow as opposed to red
and it is huge, like an old piece of technology that requires a lot of mechanics. The housing is
about the dimension of a large book and the top is open so you can see a bunch of electronics.
I pull the clock closer so I can see the time better and it shuts off. I look at the connections inside
and push on a couple of the connectors until I find one that was slightly out. I push it back in and
the clock turns on again. I look. 8:58. It is in the morning. This was actually roughly close to the time
it was in real life, probably around 7:30. I remember doing something else then lying down in my bed.
I sort of went to sleep. Didn't have a "dream within a dream" or anything, but when I woke up, the layout
was normal. Everything reflected how it really is in my room. Then a thought popped into my mind. A
thought that crosses my mind in waking life quite frequently by my own intent. "Am I dreaming?". I
looked at the red digits on my alarm clock and it was a little fuzzy but I could make out 9:04. As soon
as I read and understood what time it was however. The clock sort of glitched. At first the digits just
flickered a little. Then they changed to Japanese characters. I became quite excited. "I am dreaming"
but I did not feel lucid. I thought to myself how I knew I was dreaming but it did not feel vivid at all. I
tried to make it that way but it did not work. I became disappointed and woke up.

I feel like I was so close to becoming lucid Damnit!

I went back to sleep and had a fragment of a dream I have had before:
2011-01-15.3F | NONLUCID

Last Night I dreamed that I was in My unkles old house and his kids were not his kids they were some other ones. And they were vampires! And I knew that the boy was going to try to attack my but I didn't realy care that much. But when the kid did attack me There was blood every were and my unkle just watched me sufer and I turned into a vampire, and I was in soo much pain. And finnaly when I was a vampire I was suddenly with my friends and they were smoking! And they were all, it wont hurt you since your a vampire! So I started smoking , which is something I would never do! And me and my friends were jumping in the ocean and attacking inacent sea fish! The dream was tottaly cruel and visios! (how ever you spell that) It's like I have a wierd alterigo that I can't control! Why?

I am in a large hallway connecting a lab to a house. I am a scientist in a white lab coat. I am in a video game.

I am supposed to be able to web-sling. I practice with a black web thread which is balled up in one hand. It works, but I hover more than swing. I stop trying to web sling. I spin a short amount of web thread in front of me like a propeller. I move forward slowly, hovering about two feet above the floor. I then realize I must be dreaming.
[COLOR="red"]I play around with the web for awhile, combining swinging with hovering. I go into the next room. In an old dirty living room, I see Brennen and Kalani sitting on the carpet doing homework or something. "HEY GUYS!" I shout, "DUDES, WE ARE DREAMING!" Brennen smiles broadly, and Kalani shrugs. They continue doing what they are doing. I focus on Kalani. "Listen man, we are dreaming. This is a dream."

"So what? It doesn't matter."

"But, we can do anything we want in a dream!"

"No, we can't."

Kalani grows light grey fur on his feet and hands. His eyes become completely blood red.

"Look, you are turning into a wolf, because this is a dream. Why don't we go outside and look at the Moon?"

Kalani grins, and I see his teeth are now canine. We go outside in the backyard. I feel part man and part wolf. I walk on all fours. I feel like I have a man mind in a wolf body. There is no fence between this yard and the next. I can hear other wolves growling in the tall grass. My heart races. I am afraid they may attack me, forgetting my wolf-ness for a second, then I remember I am one of them. I growl back, and grow larger. A couple wolves reveal themselves in the grass, then turn away. They have acknowledged I am one of their own.

I see a large black wild boar rustling in a bush, digging for food. I assume it's another dreamer. I wonder who it is. Then a white animal bumps up against me. At first I think it's a wolf, then I realize it's a kid, a young goat. I playfully push on its head. I bump its eye, and say, "Oh sorry!" I check its eye. It's fine. I play with the kid more.

A woman comes out of the house and tells me not to play with the kid. I say in the dream and in waking life, "No, I can do whatever I want. I'm dreaming."
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The sound of my own loud voice talking in my sleep wakes me up. I want to re-enter the dream, but I have to use the bathroom, and I don't want to forget, since I haven't had a regular lucid for about a month, so I get up to use the bathroom, and write the dream down.

I had a dream I bought the lucid dreaming iPod app. I was about to go to bed, when I put it in my ear and started to drift away, in the dream. At first, it was a catchy song that rhymed with "You are dreaming." That only played until you fell asleep. Then, once I fell asleep, in the dream in the dream I heard you are dreaming. So, I was lucid but not in the dream, in the dream of a dream. Confused?
Meeting AlexAlex is a guy I met on Facebook who is obsessed, with Bratz dolls. We some how time traveled and I saw myself when I was younger. She had blonde, straight hair? Whatever, it didn't look like me. She was at KMart looking at Bratz horses. I moved her to the side to see for myself what they had. It was 2006. Alex told me why there were Moxie Girlz there, and I said "okay." We left, with another store clerk there, the little me had to go back to see Mana (my other grandma) because she called her. Alex looked like a blonde chick, because I always think it's a girl. Alex's profile pic is always a girl, anyway.
Dream Fragment: Joel is Pissed
I saw Joel on the couch yelling, because he had to travel to my mom's house.

Well, I slept better last night. (Understatement. I slept like a freaking rock, which is weird for me. I didn't even wake up to my WBTB alarm.) Still didn't have great recall, but the quality of the dream makes up for it.

1- Cell Phone (fragment)
I get a text message from my friend saying that her parents finally gave her a cell phone, so I can text her now and not have to worry about my phobia of calling people. ((Part of a much longer and much more interesting dream that I can only get flashes of.))

2- Unplanned Vacation
((My family is having some issues, I believe it involves the mafia, but I can't remember that part.)) My nonexistent sister is driving off without permission to go to Edistoe Island. I rashly jump in the car and demand to go with her. At the very least, I should be able to keep her out of trouble. It isn't long, however, before I realize the implications of this little endeavor. Not only will my mother be absolutely furious with me, but my sister is obviously somewhat crazy and I don't want to get dragged down with her.

"Pull over and let me out," I demand.

"What? No. You wanted to come with me."

"Look, I can't do this. I have a good life here, and I don't want to screw it up. Just let me out, I can walk home from here."

She sighs and pulls the car over. "What a goody-two-shoes. Mom's still going to be mad at you, y'know."

I grin impishly. "Not if I tell her you kidnapped me." With that, I get out of the car and run off.

I become lucid shortly afterward. It's a low level of lucidity, though, because I still think I have to go home. Wanting to stay off the main road, I leap of the bridge and fly toward the ruins of an older bridge secluded in the woods. A large beam stretches out across the river. It is fairly wide, something that would take absolutely no skill to balance across, yet I quickly find that dream gravity can be a pain in the butt. As I start to walk across it, I become really heavy and am finding it hard to keep my balance. What is this, dream vertigo? Fortunately, I make it across without falling.

On the other side, I am approached by two calico cats. One of them looks a lot like Sadie, but I examine her markings and see that she's not. I speak to them for a bit as they listen in silence.

Then I lose what little lucidity I had. A lady dressed in a short white dress walks up to me; she looks a lot like the Queen, with her unnaturally pale complexion and her choice of clothing, even her silvery blond hair color. Her hair style is different, though. Whereas the Queen has long, flowing hair, this woman's hair is short and curly. I don't notice these similarities in the dream, due to my cat snoring IRL and waking me up. ((For all I know, she could have been the Queen. Changing one's hairstyle is not that difficult, particularly in a dream. I didn't really have much time to find out.))

3- An Actress?
As I am getting ready for school and trying not to miss the bus, students and teachers are meandering around the house. I don't find it odd, just annoying. They won't leave the room while I'm trying to get dressed. And damn, I forgot to print out my lab report.

Distracted, I somehow put on a shirt on top of my jacket. My AP chem teacher walks in at that point and laughs at me. "Ugh, I give up."

I put some sort of makeup on, and when I look in the mirror I realize that my whole face is blue. It actually makes me look really cool, but I can't go to school like this!

After I fix that problem, my ears are suddenly painfully rejecting my earrings. They are bending around and making the metal stab me. Annoyed, I take the earrings out and throw them on the floor. "I just won't wear any today."

A bit later, I am shocked to see that lady in my house! "Who is that?" I ask my mom. She tells me it's some actress. "But I had a dream about her! How is that possible?" I am being quite loud. The lady, who is standing beside a large man with a top hat and a cigar, turns around and smiles at me. I blush, but I can't look away. ((I wake up again shortly afterward. Hmm. I still can't say for sure it was her. In the majority of the dreams I've had of her, she's always either tried to kill me or nearly gotten me killed. With a few odd exceptions. It's not like her to just stare at me without saying anything and make me wake up. Which, by the way, is way more annoying than trying to kill me.))

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was telling somebody how the Notorious BIG "could actually write," by which I meant to say that he had very good literary skills. I had apparently known this from letters or messages I'd received from him. I'd also, apparently, had a few conversations with him, and I remembered his voice sounding very gentle and distinguished. At some point Biggie may have been sitting near me, wearing a white t-shirt and sunglasses.

Dream #2

My boss was in some very dim space, before a white wall which, in the dim light, looked faintly purple. It almost looked like the room was lit by a fish tank light.

My boss began throwing up some blackish substance that looked like a mix between dog feces and those ash-worm "fireworks." The substance was small and came out slowly. My boss may even have pulled it out of his mouth. My boss seemed to be extremely uncomfortable and a little afraid.

Dream #3

I was in some room of an apartment with my boss and a couple other people. There were no curtains on the windows, so plenty of light came into the room. It was a bright summer day. The room seemed pretty empty, but the people in the room and our mood made the place seem really stuffy.

The apartment was probably my apartment. My boss or someone else was on the phone with someone, trying to get me moved out of my neighborhood. Apparently something bad had happened here, either to or around me, and the people in my life decided that they needed to get me out of here as soon as possible.

Suddenly my boss seemed jealous of all these people talking about how I had recently had such a hard time in my neighborhood. My boss said, "Well, you know, I live in a pretty tough neighborhood myself. Right now."

As my boss continued his speech, it was like we were driving down some side road in a rolling area full of tall, tan grass. We came to a "T" in the road at the bottom of a short, steep slope and probably turned left.

My boss continued, "My house is just a refurbished house. It used to be a crack house. In fact, when we moved into our place, we found a whole bunch of drugs that the cops have forgotten to clean out. I'd say that's a pretty tough neighborhood!"

Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Overall quality: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This was a very frustrating dream tonight. I was in a very dark room, but not black. It was more of a warm brown color. The room seemed like some sort of den, and although I can't remember many details about the furniture, walls, doors, or windows, I can recall that it seemed like the office/den at my Grandparents house.

I know I dreamed something before this, but the last thing I remember was that there was a man sitting on a chair. I was talking to him, and his eyes were very narrow and squinted. He looked like someone I knew. He was very friendly, almost too friendly, and he may have had a glass of wine in his hand. I'm not sure about that.

"Yes," he said happily, "I've been lucid dreaming the past two days." Oh my god, he was talking about lucid dreaming and I was so unaware I didn't even notice! "I've just stayed home with my dogs. It's been great." Then I woke up.

Recurring images: Dogs; a warm, brown color

Had a lucid dream last night. It didn't go as I expected, and I faded into non-lucidity without realising. God, lucid dreaming can be tricky stuff.

So I was standing on a platform which jutted out from a skyscraper, way up high. Lined along this wide platform were huge artillery guns. The ground far below was brown-red, and scarred with craters. A war was clearly taking place.
Rolling along on the ground were big truck-like things. It was hard to tell what they were, because they were so small. In the sky were various aircraft, such as blimps. Anyway, I believe someone else was with me on the platform, but I can't remember who.
I knew we were under attack, and without hesitation I ran to one of the futuristic artillery guns. Pressing a button, I targeted a ground vehicle. A red box appeared on it, like in a flight simulation game, to tell me it had locked on.
The cannon fired. A glowing shell flew through the air and hit its mark. I noted that encircling the platform was a very faint, translucent bubble, which shimmered and shifted in the light.
I knew immediately that it was a force-field, an energy shield of sorts. It was the only thing protecting us from the aircraft.
After shooting with the artillery a little more, I reached out a hand, and touched the shield. Summing up my strength, I directed energy into it, feeling the power flow through me into the shield. It turned brighter and less translucent, more corporeal. But with the attacks of the aircraft, I knew it wouldn't hold forever.

I somehow came to the realisation that I was dreaming. I think it was because I used powers, and the only time I usually do that is when I'm lucid, so it triggered something inside me.
Nonetheless, I remembered what I'd said in waking life, about wanting to enter another world, one of my own creation.
But which world? I struggled to think of a decent place to go, and in the end it came to me - the one I most wanted to go to was the world of my unmade Java game! That was one of my best fleshed-out worlds, I knew it fairly well.
I brought to mind the concept art I had drawn, and imagined the land I had thought for so long about. For the second time ever, I attempted a dream-spin, concentrating on my destination.
The world changed without me realising it, as I spun round and round effortlessly. But when I came to a stop, I was looking at... a game, on a computer screen - my game. I haven't even started actual work on the game yet, only drawn concept art and written about it, so it was sort of cool to see it in a finished form (albeit not exactly like I am planning it). But I imagine the finished game in my head practically every day, so it's not anything new.
No, what I really wanted was to be able to feel the world, to breathe the dusty air of the desert planet I'm designing, to be able to speak with its inhabitants.
A voice, my subconscious I think, said exactly what I was thinking:
"Not quite what you were expecting, eh?"

A cruel mockery of my intentions - I wanted to see the world of my game, and in effect I got that. But it was literally my 2D game, not the real world I was hoping for.

So, here it is - I'm terrible at dream spinning. But I'm grateful for getting the chance to try.
Next time I'll try using a door portal, but I doubt that will work. I'll probably just wake up when I close my dream-eyes, or there will be nothing on the other side of the door.
Anyway, I shall try again if I get the chance.

I find lucid dream powers fickle and mostly a game of acting (expectations turn into results in dreams, I just pretend to do something and it happens). For me, the enjoyment is in experiencing the dream world.