non-lucid

I don't know what is wrong with me, but my dreams are lately kind of weird.

Hours of sleep: 9
Recall: 2/5
Vividness:4/5

I'm standing somewhere in my old school waiting for someone. I already took my jacket of and hang it on a handrail. Next to me are tree taps. One of it leaks. I watch how it drops slowly. I'm wondering, why they are good for, because it seems that I'm standing in a floor or something like. I don't know why, but this leaking tap fascinates me.
Suddenly, there is more water flowing down. I try to turn it off, but it breaks and the water flows everywhere. I don't know what to do, so I go to an opened door. I knock and a teacher comes out. It's a chemistry teacher I've known. I explain to her what happened and she goes away to find a plumber somewhere.
While looking her go away, I remind myself that in fact, she died a year ago in a terrible car accident.
Yeah that's true. She just had began to work at my school when she died.
I find it really weird that she's there, but I don't get lucid, because obvious, she faded away. I start to think about it a time, but don't know what to do. So I simply walk in to her class.
I sit down somewhere at the back seats. There are some teenagers who are loafing around. I start a conversation, but I can't remember about what. In the meantime I'm taking notes about their opinions. It seems that I'm doing some work for university, but I don't know why or what.
After a time, I get up and go in front the class, like I did it- But I was learning to become a teacher in primary school and not at an high-school. Anyway, I just keep talking (I don't know about what) and the students are enjoying it

Hide The Prostitutes!

I had hired a prostitute. She was blonde, long legged, and very beautiful. We had a lot sex in my bed which I'll spare the details. Time goes on. I hear a door open to my house right as I finish. Obviously I' freaking out so I tell her to get dressed and I run out and go to greet whoever it is. It's my mom's friend (who I made up). She was a short black woman wearing darker earth tones kind of dressed how I would expect a gypsy from long ago to dress, with an ornate shawl and other stuff. She says hi to me and I'm still shirtless but we have pleasantries and all that. The prostitute comes out of my room and my mom's friend looks trouble. "Who is that?" I quickly tell her that it was one of my neighbors who was in the area and decided to drop by. My mom's friend believes this and then I hear more car doors slam shut as more people arrive. I rush the prostitute into the garage and ask her if she has a ride or if I was supposed to give her one. The reason I asked was because this prostitution service was a call and deliver kind of thing. I called and she was delivered. She wasn't answering me which was making me even more stressed out. I could hear more people enter the house. For some reason there were a lot of people coming into my house and I did not know why. Finally she answered that a ride was coming for her and all I had to do was stall.

I opened the garage door and took her outside and into the front lawn. More people saw her, they were not family, and asked so I told them the same story. They gave her a lawn mower and told her to get started on the lawn. Reluctantly she did. While I made my way back into the house, my mom's friend told me that she was having trouble with the lawn mower. I looked, and instead of going in rows, she was mowing diagonally and was not hitting a bunch of grass. Silly prostitute! I told her how to do it correctly but then brought her back to the garage where she could be seen less and I think it was then that her ride came. It was a beaten up red gremlin, and the woman driving that did a horrible parking job. I got the woman to come back to the garage. She was hot too, probably another prostitute. I told them that if anyone asked, they were my distant cousins that were just in the neighborhood. I was only slightly aware that I had changed the story from before but I didn't mind too much. I shooed them away and they ran to the car and I could hear the screeching of tires. Finally safe! I waled out of the garage only to see that they had hit the curb rather hard and the front fender of their low riding gremlin was bent in. I ran up, told them that it didn't matter and rushed them off. Finally...safe.

[INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"]29.12.2010[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT]
[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]12/29/10 - 3[/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"](Non-lucid)[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"]NON-DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#1E90FF"]DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#DC143C"]LUCID[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR="#808080"][/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"]I'm really frustrated right now. I nearly always sleep until 11, 12,or even 1, but this morning I woke up at 8 and could never get back to sleep. I tried to fall back asleep for an hour but couldn't. :([/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]

1) I'm in bed, trying to go back to sleep. It's the morning, and I'm kind of hoping for a WILD but really I just want to go back to sleep so I can recall more dreams and hopefully DILD. Unfortunately, my little brother comes in my room and starts harrassing me. He's yelling and aggravating me in any way possible just to make me miserable and ruin any lucid chances. I'd be happy just to get back to sleep, really. He's holding onto something that belongs to me. He's attacking me and grabbing me, so I try to hurt him to deter him. This doesn't work, so I pinch him and won't let go. I keep hurting him and he starts crying, running out of my room to go cry to mom. He's going to try to blame this on me, but really it's his fault and I have nothing to worry about because I was just defending myself.

[/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"]Unfortunately, this dream pretty much came true (besides the part where my brother came in). I was miserably trying to fall back asleep at 8:00 AM (4 hours before I usually wake up) but couldn't. :([/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]

2) continuation of 1?? It's the early morning and I can't go back to sleep. I really want to, but I'm having a tough time. I'm kind of disoriented and everything's kind of fuzzy; mental acuity is abysmal. I decide that I need to check my fantasy basketball team immediately and that's why I can't fall asleep. I check my iPod Touch in bed and realize that I don't have anyone playing in the PF position. This is really important, because my star player (with PF eligibility) is sitting on the bench and his game starts at 2:27. If I go back to sleep now, I'll miss putting him in by the start of the game. For some reason, there's no button on the iPod Touch to edit the roster, so I quickly run upstairs to the desktop computer. I look for the site on my Favorites Bar but it isn't there. I click the double arrow (for the rest of the favorites) and see it near the bottom of the list. I go to the site, but it isn't there.

I'm on Wikipedia and I find out that the site on which I play fantasy basketball has been bought by another company. It doesn't explicitly say this, but that's what I ascertain from reading the article. It has a chart comparing the two sites, showing that the one that bought mine is clearly better in every regard. I scroll down the page of baseball information, such as a St. Louis Cardinals fan posting "if we had kept D. H. Neagle for another season, we would've [been competitive for another season.]" D. H. Neagle actually tied C. C. (which stands for Cy Young) for third in the MLB in wins in 1903 with 803. He went 48-10 with a 3.38 ERA. "Theo should look at the two guys who beat them as eligible for his homosexual roster!" replied a poster who was apparently disgruntled with the Red Sox's offseason moves. I then see a Tigers fan post that "We're losing 7 players this offseason who we're not going going to be able to resign." As I expected, a Red Sox fan replied "Well you took one of our best players," referring to Victor Martinez. Without reading the rest of the conversation, I understood how the rest of the conversation went: the Tigers fans are mad that the Red Sox are spending exorbitantly and are going to add Brian Fuentes to an already stacked roster, essentially buy a championship and assembling a team that's unbeatable.

The rest of the posts all referenced a number in the 700s (720?) that I eventually guessed was a 4chan meme meaning homosexual. It's apparently derived from a French phrase commonly translated incorrectly. I read some people posting the phrase, and the key word was "stoné." I remember thinking to myself that I should read the French because I can, but I'm generally too lazy. I started reading, and the only word I got to was "malicia."

[COLOR="#808080"]EDIT: I'm really glad I had that dream! I had completely forgotten about my fantasy basketball team, and when I just checked, I saw that I had had Kevin Love and Danny Granger on the bench for the past three days! :O Thank you for the reminder, dream![/COLOR]

3) I'm with my dad and we've crossed the border for the first time (to Florida??). I mention that the houses are big and my father agrees. As we walk through a neighborhood, the houses are actually pretty small, although the ones we saw at first near the border were definitely big.[/COLOR][/INDENT]

First off, I'm really sorry that this is SO long. It took me half an hour just to type it all up- and I type fast! But it was really one of the strangest dream experiences that I've had. This is the first time I've ever played around with any of the dream techniques that I've read on this site, so I'm excited about it. The first part of the dream, I was non-lucid and it's really long. Then I became lucid for a while. Then I woke up briefly and attempted a WILD.

In which a chance encounter with Julian Assange causes me to get mixed up in his trial…

I’m riding in the back of a chauffeured car with my husband. We see Julian Assange hitchhiking on the side of the road. He is wearing a black suit with black shades and he has a Blue Tooth in his ear. He looks like a Secret Serviceman.

We pull over and offer him a ride. He climbs in the front of the car and asks us to take him to the Austin capitol. He says that he expects there to be a huge crowd of curious people lined up along the way to see him, and that we will probably have to fight our way past people at the capitol too. Then he spends the remainder of the ride alternately texting on his Blackberry and talking on his Blue Tooth. Meanwhile, my husband and I roll up the divider between the front and back seats and we have sex.

We arrive at the capitol. There are no members of the general public waiting at all, but the place is swarming with media. The capitol building is also a courthouse, and Julian Assange presents himself to the judge. My husband also drops me off at the capitol as my workplace and my school are just a few blocks away, and he takes the car and continues on to his own job. I’m walking with my backpack when a crowd of reporters surround me and usher me into the rotunda. They are all asking me questions about having sex with Julian Assange. Apparently someone snapped a blurry picture of me having sex with my husband in the car, then they saw Julian Assange and me get out and assumed I’d been with him. I try to clear up the confusion, but everyone is shouting at once and I can’t get a word in.

One of the reporters puts a television camera in my face and a microphone. Everyone else goes silent because this guy is with the BBC. He asks me very loudly, “Did you have consensual sex with Julian Assange?” I know this is live television and I’m flustered and embarrassed. I look into the camera and say, “No.” The crowd of reporters erupt into gasps and howls. I’d meant “no- I didn’t have sex with him” but they interpreted it to mean “no- it wasn’t consensual”. I heard them screaming accusations at Julian Assange and they were asking me if I planned to press rape charges. I tried to leave the crowd, but they blocked my way.

Finally I become disgusted with the whole thing, and I want to put an end to it as quickly and easily as possible. I announce in a loud, clear voice that we had consensual sex, that he did not rape me and that there was no story to be had here. Just two adults having consensual sex! I ask them to leave me alone. They lose interest and allow me to leave.

Off in one of the side wings of the rotunda is a short, plump friendly looking lady dressed in gypsy clothes. She is leading a mule by its reins. A young gypsy girl stands next to her, dressed in a colorful shirt and a black lace shawl. The woman calls me over to her. She explains that Julian Assange is the father of the young girl but that he refuses to pay child support and she asks me for help. I tell her that I hope things work out for her but that I have no connection to either Wikileaks or Assange’s sexual assault case. We shake hands and I turn around to leave.

I exit the rotunda and the grounds outside are covered in sand. The area is completely empty, but as I start to walk to the street, I see my brother sit down in the sand with a plastic shovel and some pails.

“Are you really going to build sand castles?” I ask him in disbelief. My brother is in his 30s so this seemed very strange to me. He looks embarrassed at first, then adamantly maintains that there is nothing wrong with an adult building sand castles. We laugh about it. I ask him why he is here.

“I heard that Julian Assange was going to appear in court today and I figured there’d be a big crowd here to see him so I came to witness the public circus. But when I got here, there was no one here but reporters,” he explains.

“Yeah, I was surprised too. Last year, when the pope came to visit, there was a huge crowd,” I answer.

“Well that makes sense,” my brother says, “since the pope is really famous. But I saw an even bigger crowd here a few years back when ABBA came.”

Then for a little while we discuss ABBA and how they have some really great songs despite their reputation of being a cheesy disco group. Then I tell my brother that I have to rush home to call my mother-in-law as she was sure to watch BBC and get upset when she hears me saying that I had consensual sex with Julian Assange. I need to go home and call her to explain. We say goodbye and I walk home.

In which I fly around the mountains and become lucid…

This is a continuation of the long dream above.

My house is a one-room cabin with large windows. I look out the windows and see beautiful and imposing mountains lining the landscape. I think for a second that it is odd to see such majestic mountains in Austin and I wonder if I’m back in the Himalayas. I stare at the mountains carefully though and realize that the peaks are too low and smooth to be Himalayan peaks. They appear to be snow-capped, but when I look more closely I realize that the snow is actually the color of caramel and it is spread along each softly rounded peak like icing on a cinnamon bun. This is such a beautiful sight that I lean far out the window so that I can look up and see the top of the mountains.

From this vantage point, I’m able to see that actually there are three ranges of mountains with valleys between them. The second is taller than the first and the third’s jagged and steep peaks reach high up into the clouds. Mountains this tall don’t exist outside the Himalayas, I think to myself.

For a moment, I consider how I went so quickly from Austin to Nepal, but then I’m too rapt with the sight to wonder about this. I step out the window and start to fly to the mountains. I am daunted by the steep face of the third range. I realize I don’t have the skills to climb it and that if I tried, I’d fail embarrassingly, but I’m pretty sure I could conquer the second. Looking for a good path, I fly along the ridge that connects the first low range to the second. It seems like an easy hike up the first and then it is just a matter of walking along the ridge until I get to the final climb up the peak of the second. I fly around this peak looking for the best climbing path. I decide that it might be easier to see it all if I go up higher than the third peak, and I soar up above the clouds and look down. Suddenly I see an amazing sight.

There is a ridge connecting the tallest of the first, second and third ranges, and on each peak is a hexagonal landing pad of some sort. They look like helicopter landing pads only they are much larger. Each pad is connected with a runway. This is impossible to see from the ground. You must be up in the sky above the mountains to see it. I marvel at this for a little while and keep flying higher and higher.

Then from behind the third range, I see a gigantic house towering over all the tallest peak. At first, the house is beautiful. It is made of brightly colored panes of glass. But when I glance away from it for a second, it changes. Now it is made of pieces of scrap metal, old tin roofs and garbage. It looks like millions of shanties from the Dharvi slum stacked on top of each other up into the clouds.

I stare at it for a while and ponder all of it. It is absolutely impossible, I realize, for any of this to be happening. At that moment, I become lucid.

I fly down into the valley in front of the tower and see all sorts of huge mobile statues made of scrap metal. Most of them are beautiful, and they all move in the wind. Most of them contain spinning flowers and pinwheels. They are fun, colorful and creative. I’m absolutely delighted to be dreaming these things. I fly back over the lowest mountain range, the one with the soft, rounded peaks covered in icing. They are gorgeous. Even though I know I’m dreaming, I really feel how beautiful nature is and I’m very happy.

Then I see another mobile statue. This one is metal pole on which many shelves have been welded. The shelves are connected to the pole with gears that look like clockworks and they all spin around. At the end of the shelves are giant but dainty multi-colored tea cups. I fly up and down this mobile statue and realize that I’ve dreamt about this before. I try really hard to remember when I’ve seen it before, but thinking about this causes the dream to disintegrate and I wake up in my bed.

In which I attempt to WILD and possibly succeed…

I have just woken up from the dream above. I have an atomic clock in my bedroom that projects the time on my ceiling. It is almost 5AM. I’m laying on my back, and I can see the window by my bed and feel my husband’s body next to me. I think about what a cool dream that was and also how my body still feels heavy with sleep. I have not moved at all. I know the alarm clock will go off in a few minutes since we have it set for 5. I close my eyes again and think about what I read on this website about WILD. I’ve never tried WILD before, but since I’m so relaxed and heavy with sleep, I figure this would be a good time to try.

I let my body relax some more but I keep thinking to myself “I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming”. This goes on for a little while and then my body feels like it is jerking awake- the way you feel when you fall in a dream and it jerks you awake. Then for a little while the room feels like it’s quaking and I hear a really loud sound. It is similar to what is sounds like when as a child I used to stand underneath the trestles and watching a train pass by above me. This went on for a very short period of time and then it stopped. I could feel myself still in my bed with my eyes closed. I wasn’t sure if I was asleep or not.

I opened my eyes and I was still in my bed beside my window, but I was in a different room. Strangely enough, I was very calm at first. I just lay there and looked around. Then I got up. From then on, I had this strange compulsion in my body- I could not slow down or be still. I felt like my body was in a constant state of movement and all I could do was steer its direction. It was like I was hovering above the ground.

I went over to the door and decided to see if I could pass through it without opening it. I did, and it was easy. Then I was standing on a banister of a spiraling staircase in a three story house. I went down the first flight of stairs and heard someone moving around below. I shouted “hello” to whoever it was, but no one answered. My voice sounded really loud and it echoed. I could feel my vocal chords vibrating in my throat, and I wondered if I really said hello in my real body laying in bed. It took a lot of energy to shout and I was afraid that I’d wake myself up if I did it again so I decided not to talk anymore.

I was still standing on the second floor and I looked out the window. I decided to try to fly, and I leapt from the banister out the window and flew out of the house. Then I was standing in the yard. It was dark, the stars were bright and there was a pine tree beside me. I looked up at the sky and decided to fly towards the stars. They were big and beautiful and shining. I flew and flew as high as I could, but after a while I got tired. They were just too far away so I started to sink back down.

It was lovely falling slowly through the sky back towards the earth. I passed a satellite along the way and it had a microphone on it. I leaned over and shouted “hello!” again. It sounded strange again and it took a lot of energy.

At this point, I became a little giddy and silly. I don’t know what happened, but I started to feel like I was losing control. Part of the problem was this constant state of compulsion that my body felt. I had to keep moving and I didn’t know how to slow it down so that I could think. My mind started racing and I got really crazy. I started doing loops in the air and just laughing hysterically.

I was falling in standing position with my feet towards the ground. When I was eye level with the roof of the house where I started, I saw a giant purple and pink plush rabbit sitting on the roof. It had to be 15 feet tall. It was an Easter Bunny stuffed animal but it had a menacing face. It was wearing a top hat. I hovered in the air around it for a while and wondered where it came from. I was pretty sure I did not dream up this rabbit- but here it was, as real and detailed as can be. I was also surprised that it did not scare me. I knew I was dreaming so I wasn’t afraid of it despite its menacing face.

I flew back down to the ground and entered the house through the backdoor on the first floor. There was someone in the shower and I decided to go see who it was. I ran in a crazy way towards the shower, pulled the curtains back and shouted “Boo!” but before I could see who it was, the alarm clock went off and I woke up.

This whole dream took just a few minutes though it felt like an hour. After I woke up, I started to question the whole thing. To be honest, I don’t know if I really had a WILD experience or if I just dreamed that I did.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had a LAN with my brother last night, so I didn't get the "quality" sleep I would have wanted. Anyways, had a few dreams.

04.00: Bedtime

05.30: Fragment
*I'm with Felix, his new girl and some other person. I comment on his girlfriend's toenails. Something about the story "Greta and Hans". She seems to be offended, what a stuck up one.

07.00: Zombies
I'm standing behind a car with a friend, watching a crowd of people running by. I can see several of them are infected, but they haven't become aggressive yet. We head down into a narrow alley, most likely leading down towards the sewers. Opening a massive steel door, we find a hatch under some pipes. There's an even narrower path going from here. We try to get down the hatch, but suddenly I hear something. "Shh, quiet! Stand still" I whisper. A man comes around the corner, it's Peter from work. He opens the door and heads out, just as he's about to close it, he notices us. He closes the door. "Wtf? He's so slow of thought that he didn't even notice us haha!" I exclaim.

The dream skips. I'm holding up another steel door, looking into a large dressing room. There's another door on the left side of the room and a few old classmates of mine is changing their clothes or whatever. I can hear the zombies howling nearby. "Hurry up! We have to go!" I yell at the people. They don't hurry up at all, and I can hear the zombies closing in. A girl is standing close to the door I am holding up. The zombies come bursting through the other door and I grab the girl and toss her into our room. I close the door, but too late. Just as it's about to shut, the zombies get a hold of it. I release it and give up. I know I will die, but as they are behind me, I load the dream and is now back where I started. I start yelling at my old classmates for being idiots.

13.15: Gangster
I'm with a few other people, standing outside of a large glass building. We are about to blow it up. Using walkie-talkie's we try to synchronise the blasts. A few goes off, and later on two more. I'm waving some kind of flag. Dropping everything, we walk towards the building. The cops haven't shown up yet, but we are not about to wait up for them. We enter the building and walk into the glass elevator. "Who will take care of the dog? We need someone crazy to do it" just what I need. "I'll do it, I need a gun though" I say and find one in my pocket. "Oh don't worry, I brought a spare one just in case" I pull it out, it's a beretta. I can feel my pulse rising, hyperventilating I make it beat superfast.

"Worst case scenario, I'll just fly for real instead of in a dream" I say and laugh. We reach the top of the building. I look down and get a tingling sensation in my toes from the height. I spot a green helicopter. Apparently we're not that high up, because suddenly we are all jumping down the buildings, roof after roof. Everything is in slowmotion, like I'm in a movie. A girl tries to contact me, but I ignore her. I start taking off my jacket and hat, and is just about to walk back to our appartment when I spot a girl talking on the phone.

I hide in the sunlight. She gets very close but she doesn't notice me. The sun is blinding her. She hangs up. "You know how much trouble you will get into if they see us together?" she asks me. I jump off the ledge and hide behind a wall. She laughs. "You'll break your neck one day if you continue jumping around like that.

13.15: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 9 hours

Supplements before bed: 200 ml applejuice, 2 x Omega-3

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

my usual blabbering Dream Lucid dream

i can't recall everything but this is what i know from the building a bridge thing i dont know the correct order(if the bridge was build for or after this but anyway this is what i know)
okay so i was on this uncompleted building with wooden layers en constructions everywhere there weren't even windows up here!! and i noticed it was sky high!. but its was pretty comfortable aswell there were all kinds of normal things you see in the living room and for out of nowhere this hot girls came in and she said she lived here aswell. suddenly i was building some kind of bridge at the same high and i was scared as shit i used unbelievably big bridge pieces to construct it.. thats why it was finished easlyallthough i cant recall where it ends anyways back at that weird construction my brother appeard and told me the girl didn't like it much that i was here.. because she needed to study and i was like wth?! i tryed to search her but i failedafter that i woke up.


now this second was was pretty vivid and recallable and pretty long to!
so i finally went to the supermarket for some apple juicewich btw i wanted to get in real life as a dream aid! lolbut for some reason i just couldn't find the damn juice i had all kinds of other useless stuff but anyways i just looked further and futher. i asked alot of the coworkers there but they acted like they didnt know it. so i was like WTF MAN WHERE'S THE DAMN JUICE! and i turned arround(or something like that)and boom i found it! it really weird packaging but i don't mind! i had it! so of i was really to pay for it at this really nice looking cashier but i couldn't find my debit card!! but for some reason i found it.. well after me there was this (now the weird combo comes)hot but fat woman round her 30'sno really.. she had alot of sexappeal arround her! and im REALLY picky when it comes to girls!for some reason she said to me and the cashier come with me. and we where like okay why not? suddenly where teleported inside her home wich was a huge mension. and i undress immediately and i was totally nude now and so where the others. i was starting to feel arroused and i knew my dick started to be come hard so i just runned down and i noticed this house had alot of indoor swimming pools.. but at that point.. i noticed.. people.. ALOT of people!! PEOPLE I KNOW! and i was like $*#@ this!! and i runned back to find my boxers and swimmingpants?
so after running back upstairs alot of times i noticed all the others pools wich where empty before had people in it! this place changed into a big pool just for the normal people who paid for it etc!(sorry don't know the right way to say it!) damn i was finally at the dressing room!(but wtf i unclothed at the door! but anyways)omg wtf?! i can't find my boxers! i only got this briefs?! wth!? this aint mine! but wtf i pulled it on and it was so uncomfortable i noticed other people where comming aswell.. and for some reason they told me that the fat woman was pretty evil after wards? and i was like thinking wait what? is this some kind of movie or something after that i cant recall anything anymore so i probably awoke shortly after that
but what the hell what a dream recall i suddenly have! and it was really vivid! amazing!

So, had a weird lucid last night. Well, I had a regular lucid, but the false awakening after that was crazy.
When I false awakened I was in a bed. I thought it was mine (I wasn't lucid at the moment) I sat up and thought about the lucid I just had, and how I didn't have one in a while so this was pretty cool. Then, I heard an old ladies voice. I don't remember what she said but she said one sentence. Then suddenly I got pinned against the bed, which was a huge surprise, never thought that that would happen. I looked around but didn't see anyone. I couldn't move. I then heard the loudest thing Ive ever heard in my whole life. "YOU KNEW YOU'D BE PISSED OFF WHEN YOU DIDN'T EVEN LET ANYONE EVEN TAKE A GLANCE AT YOU" a woman said in my left ear. (sounded like she was 30 or somthing). She sounded like she was talking in an angry tone of voice, but she was not yelling, although her voiced boomed in my head. Right after she said that I woke up; ears buzzing. I wonder if it means something. Nothing in real life is that loud. I think it means I knew I'd be in a worse mood when I didn't have any lucid dreams. (dream entities seeing me) And that particular entity wanted me there. She did that as if she really really wanted me to pay attention to those words.

fragment
Ben is watching me play a computer game, but he is bored.

I was with my friend Austin, whom I haven't seen in a while in real life. We were going somewhere that i can't remember, but it felt like we were in an airport or mall. While going down some stairs, it appeared my shoes were slippery and I did this weird slip/ski thing down the stairs. Austin just looked at me like I was weird.

I often have dreams set in the show, the Office, probably because it is my favorite show. I was Jim and attempting to get everyone to help me make a christmas card for michael, who wasn't in yet. At first I didn't know how big the card should be, noticing there was paper of various sizes in the conference room. At first glance, I thought a big one would be best, but then thought a smaller one wouldn't be tacky and more from the heart. Don't know if this came to fruition.

So I remember that I had a kid. A baby boy. My mom was pretty much taking care of it for me and I remember in my dream thinking many thoughts in my head about the kid and who it would think would be its mom and how it would grow up, and how I really didn't want a kid or for it to know that it was mine. I remember going on lifts (almost like ski lifts) going around an industrial area like a big mall or something, but im not completely sure. I remember suddenly opening my eyes when I awoke and calming myself, realizing that I did not in fact have a kid. I never wake up in such a manner..

It starts as a normal school day. Now, for once, the school is actually arranged the way it should be. That surprised me when I awoke. So, I was with some kids I don't know, but they are my friends in this dream. So, it doesn't matter. They decide we should make a peep hole so we can look into the girls locker room. I like the idea, so I join in. What could go wrong? While we are drilling a hole, we are caught. Oh sh*t. We're so screwed.


Well, we are now in a f*ck-load of trouble. But, my master lying skills always help(I suck at lying). At this moment, I say the most dumb-ass excuse EVER.
"Well, I wasn't helping them. They asked me to come along. I never decided if wanted to or not, but if I would have said yes, I would have not known where they went. So, I went with them while deciding."
See? I am now shocked when the teacher buys it, and I get in no trouble at all. However, the others get in serious trouble. I then soon awake.

I was at some random house for a party, but I didn't know anyone there. Something happened to one of the people, something bad enough to worry about a police officer walking past outside. It transformed into daytime and I was in Team Fortress 2, after playing it IRL the first time last night. There was a weird twist to it though; when someone damages you, you start transforming into them.

For example, one guy was a walking tree (lol) and he got shot by some red guy, and half his health was gone. He transformed into a half-red human, half-tree. Towards the end of my dream, I switched classes to one that had dual machine guns. I killed to guys before waking up.

Looking back on it now, I don't like that I was just a mindless killing machine

12/27-28. 1130. On a bus. Find out it’s in Australia. Then at a lake/ pond. Doing rescue stuff. Using a dummy, black, and end up losing it, but I’m able to find it. The lake/ pond is only kneeish deep, but when we lose the dummy, I go under the water and it’s about 3- 4’ deep. Then we’re near a river. Some dry streams go into it, 2 of them. Then water flows into the dry streams. . Then in some place that looks like ruins, but look fairly new. More water. Move down the stream a few yards and more water, some over the slab we’re on. Instructor is Crocodile Dundee?

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[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]12/28/10 - 8[/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"](Non-lucid)[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"]NON-DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#1E90FF"]DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#DC143C"]LUCID[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR="#808080"][/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]1) The bell rings: it's time to go to Mr. D's English class. I go to a different room and see Mr. D, which is surprising because I was expecting him to be in the classroom we're supposed to be in, teaching his class. He asks if I'm ready for the big quiz in class today, but he's actually talking to SK. I breathe a sigh of relief, but he's talking to me too, unfortunately. I say that I'm not ready at all. He asks us what "propriety" means in a sentence that he shows us. The sentence is something like "...and his propriety." I'm about to say that it means "a group of people following someone" when SK says, "a group of people," so I don't say anything because his answer was similar to what I was going to say. Mr. D says he's wrong, so SK tries again: "a group of good people." I then edit it, saying, "a group of good people following someone." Mr. D says that I'm wrong, and he leaves and goes to teach class. I'm frustrated, thinking that I should have said "ancillary" instead. I try to teleport??? to class or just think that I should be there but it doesn't work. I'm too lazy to walk all across the building and that's a ton of work, so I just won't get to class.

Apparently, I walk slowly or something like that because I find myself walking into class, 15 minutes late. Mr. D is drilling the students on everything we've read all year, especially the vocab, for which I am completely unprepared. I didn't even know we had a quiz today, and because we haven't been quizzed all year I never studied anything so I don't know any of the stuff.

2) I'm visiting Georgetown. I'm late? When I get to the room where the tour guide is explaining, I go to the back of the crowd and listen. The room is very opulent and reminiscent of P's house. It's an enormous mansion with rich staircases - exactly what you'd expect in the richest home in the world. The chandeliers, the carpets - everything about the room just screams opulence. It's time to leave, so I go outside. I walk down a brick pathway across a very long lawn and go back into the bus, which is parked along one of those curves of pavement that are usually found in front of fancy hotels. Only a couple of other people get in the bus with me (my aunt?), as everyone else is already in the bus. They're all rather old people, probably all in their 60s and 70s. Apparently I was one of a rather small number (3?) visiting Georgetown, so I momentarily felt bad for keeping everyone else waiting.

The bus drives away, and as it goes along a road I look out the window and see a beautiful landscape: tranquil hills vegitated with bubbly trees and a valley in the middle. I stare with wonder at the breathtaking landscape.

3) continuation of 2???? I'm in a bus and we're coming back from a trip. This isn't a tour bus; it's a regular MBTA. I'm joking around with the kids there, most (or maybe all) of whom are African-American and younger than me. I have a great time and all the kids love me. Some kids get off at a bus stop near my school and others get on. I realize I should have gotten off there, so I quickly push the button for the next stop. It's okay, though, because I can just walk from the next stop; the stops are close together so it isn't a hassle. It's the afternoon and I'm in no rush. I merrily say goodbye to all the kids on my side of the bus, shaking hands even with the students who just got on and hadn't been talking to me. I had been the center of the conversation and was pretty happy with myself. I get off of the bus and begin walking home.

4) continuation of 3???? Heidi Watney is finally doing nude pictures for NESN; before the Red Sox game, she's standing naked in a doorway. I'm watching as she twirls around and shows off her incredible body and long blond hair. She's beautiful and the front of her body is sexy, but when she turns around, everyone is shocked to find out that she has nipples on her buttcheeks! They morph into gross red and pink anomalies that are moving around and nearly cover her entire rear end now. It's disgusting and absolutely horrendous, and all the critics are ranting about how awful that is and how she should have kept her clothes on (well, at least her pants). Her upper body is still gorgeous, though.

5) I'm walking out of a building with AG and we're talking about a certain musical artist. [/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"]I think he called the artist "Dream," but for some reason I interpreted this as "Owl City." Sometimes in dreams people will say one thing, you know what they said, but you understand that word to be something else. It's almost as if there's one word that's in two different languages and that same permutation of letters means two completely different things in the two different languages. I'm pretty sure AG said "Dream," but when he said that I [I]knew[/I] that he was talking about Adam Young.[/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"] We get on the bus and are waiting for something. As we talk about this artist, AG tells me that he listens to me! [I]Owl City listens to me!! [/I]I'm taken aback by this. This is an utter shock; I'm flattered. Incredulous, I ask him again. Could this really be? A great, famous musician listens to [I]my[/I] music!? I'm ecstatic!

A girl AG's age walks onto the bus, and I recognize her as AG's girlfriend. As the bus moves along X Street, I'm suddenly walking along the sidewalk of the X Street with her, right alongside where the bus was. She's pretty upset? I reassure her that I'm not trying to take her from AG; she's my backup plan in case my California girl doesn't work out. She's just my Plan B.

6) It's time to leave school for Christmas vacation. I'm near room ### and say goodbye to RW. I walk outside to the parking lot and my dad picks me up.

7) There's a guy in a rather narrow hallway who has his own business. He's a foreigner, most likely Middle Eastern, Italian, or Eastern European. He's hadhis business for a while, but he can't keep it up any more. He has to sell it, and he explains why in a long rant [/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"](I forget the speech)[/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]. He's at the bottom of an alley that slopes downward, and I'm among a group at the top looking down at him. The person who's buying his business is there. I kind of feel sorry for him and wish that he could've kept his business running??

8) continuation of 7? I'm riding on some sort of concrete monorail. I'm not really in a vehicle; I'm just riding along by myself. The concrete line extends really far, but it has a finite area. It curves up and down, so ahead of me I see what looks like a tangled web of concrete. It's really dense and I know it's really long. As I ride along it, I try to figure out what I'm doing. What is this? What's going on? I determine I'm on the "L," but this isn't Chicago. Oh! Voila! I got it. That's Queens over there, and there's the Jets stadium. I look to one side of the "L" and see a huge sports arena, so enormous that it's an island in and of itself. That's Queens! It's kind of like Hong Kong - not connected to the mainland, but there's something like a bridge (in this case, the windy and loopy "L") to get across. On the other side is the mainland.[/COLOR][/INDENT]

Total dreams: 745
Total days: 369
Total lucids: 12
Dreams per day: 2.0189
Lucids per day: 0.03252
Days recorded: 222
Dreams per recorded day: 3.3558
Lucids per recorded day: 0.0540
Lucid dream percentage: 1.61073%

Dreams per day last year: 1.978
Dreams per day this year: 5.75

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

28/12/10 There is a lot that I have forgotten, due to being too lazy to find something to note down the dreams pre lucid.

I am in a garden. It is surrounded by brick wall.

There is a channel along one of the walls. There are 3 tennis balls in there and one is blocked by a fire hose.

I want to get them out so I can practice juggling. I move the fire hose over the wall telekinetic.

I use telekinesis to get all three balls to me. I don't have perfect control.

Once I have the ball I start looking around to stabilise the dream. I see some leafs of a plant in extraordinary detail.

I want to experiment with summoning an extra ball, but I wake up too soon to make the attempt.

…

I am on our family boat, off the coast of an island in Thailand.

I see a tornado approaching us and it comes pretty close, but misses the boat.

There is another on the horizon. I tell my dad to head for land and he obliges.

Towards land panic is spreading, many boats are headed shoreward.

I fall off the boat, but manages to climb aboard another. I then jump off the speeding boat and manage to climb onto ours.

There are many kids and they are headed for their “mother”.

Their mother is apparently a voice they follow and not a physical being. I find out by going with them down some stairs, where they are gathered towards the bottom.