non-lucid

[This is a catch-up post. This dream is from the night of November 25-26.]

Awake, Non-lucid dream, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm attending a writers' workshop at the home of author Beverly Cleary. Every single wall of the house is completely covered with filled bookshelves. I'm walking through the house, picking my way among people in sleeping bags lying on the floor.

Dreamskip. Now everyone is awake and listening to Cleary speak. She announces to all the attendees that she's retiring from writing. Her assistant says: “Does anyone have any questions? Real questions? Realer questions?”

One of the other attendees asks if anyone else there is willing to answer a question, and I volunteer to answer it, saying, “I can make a halfhearted effort at answering.” I say this because I don't think my answer can possibly be anywhere near as good as Cleary's. The assistant introduces me to the other attendee with the question as the author of the forthcoming novel “Artist.” In the dream, I know that the assistant is referring to my current NaNoWriMo novel [the one I was working on in real life when I had this dream], but I think, That's not the right title. [At that point, I hadn't given that novel a title yet in real life, but I still somehow knew that that wasn't the right one.] The other attendee gives me a thin ARC [Advance Reader Copy] of his (or her? I'm not sure) new book, and asks me if I'm interested in reading it and how long it would take me to read it. I am interested, because it has Piers Anthony's name on it as a reference, and is obviously high fantasy based on the cover design. I flip through it and say, “I could read this in an hour, maybe two.”

The other attendee and I walk through the house, which is crowded with workshop attendees. In the room where we end up, there are some people sitting around a picnic table, and David C. is one of them. The other attendee who gave me the ARC asks me something about what the group dynamic at this writers' workshop is like. I answer, then start telling him (her?) about the characteristics of the T./M. Writers' Group [I don't know of one in real life, besides the NaNoWriMo group] and F. Writers Read. Then I woke up. This one was so cool that I thought about trying to DEILD back in, but I didn't because I knew I'd already moved around too much.

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Side notes:

This dream was awesome. Not only did I have particularly good recall, especially for the many spoken conversations in the dream, but even better, somebody introduced me as the author of a forthcoming novel. Being the author of a published novel is one of my biggest real-life goals. Also, the night I had this dream was the night before Black Friday, and I had set a goal for that day of breaking my previous personal record for the most words of fiction written in a single day. I succeeded. I think this dream indicates that my intention to finish the draft I've started without stopping at the end of November had taken root firmly in my mind. Rawk.

[This is a catch-up post. This dream is from the night of November 22-23.]

Awake, Non-lucid dream, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm in the upstairs bathroom (mine and P.'s) at House #2, with P. She has really long, pale blonde hair worn in a ponytail, and she also has an actual tail, like a horse's, the same color. She asks me to help her disentangle the two. I do so, once I figure out what she means: the hair from the two tails has gotten tangled up together, and she needs help separating them.

False awakening. I wake up in a dormitory room at my university. It's 6:15 A.M. according to my clock radio, which either didn't go off at 5:45 like it was supposed to, or it did go off and I missed it. Either way, I'm annoyed, because now I'm going to run late for my 8:00 A.M. meeting. I turn on the clock radio, which is tuned to KFI [a local talk radio station] [that I would never choose to listen to on a weekday morning in real life, by the way], figure out how to turn the alarm function off, do so, then turn the radio off again.

Looking out the window of my dorm room, which is on the ground floor of San Nicolas Hall [I lived on the second floor in real life], I see two of my friends, a guy and a girl, walking across the quad to the other dorm building to use the shower in the bathroom there. They're carrying their baskets of shampoo and other shower supplies. I'm annoyed, because I was going to use that shower. Another friend, a girl with short, curly black hair, is coming back toward my building. She tells me to use one of the bathrooms in our hallway. I decide to do so.

Before I go and do that, though, I look through my paper dream journal, which is an old, wrinkled composition book. [This composition book exists in real life, but it belongs to my mom; I've never used it for anything myself.] I reread an old entry, which contains a sentence that says something about having a monkey as a dream sign. I think, This wouldn't make any sense to anyone who was reading it unless they already knew what a 'dream sign' was. And then my real alarm went off, at 5:45. I really did have a meeting to go to at 8:00 that morning, and I really did need to get up early to shower and style my hair. All of this carried over into the dream (probably because it's not part of my usual routine, so it was on my mind), but the dream put it in a different setting. If I could have slept longer, might I have realized I was dreaming based on what I was reading about in the dream journal in my dream? Maybe, but probably not; I'm not very good at picking up on those cues.

[This is a catch-up post. These dreams are from November 19-22.]

Night of November 19-20

I've just taken some sort of computer certification exam (A+? Cisco?) along with a large group of my peers. We're all looking at the exam results, which are printed on a strip of the kind of paper most store receipts are printed on. On the strip of paper, the students in the group are ranked in order of how high they scored on the test; I'm ranked third.

We go into another room to receive our rewards for completing the exam: students whose ranks were odd numbers get a red bottle of soda (red Fanta or Dr. Pepper), and students whose ranks were even numbers get a purple bottle of soda (grape Fanta). The sodas are in a room that resembles the social gathering room at my church.

I also remember walking across a wide, beautiful, gray flagstone courtyard in the sunshine.

Night of November 20-21 (or possibly 21-22, I'm not sure because I wrote it down too long after the fact)

I'm on an amusement park ride with over-the-shoulder restraints. I think the trains are suspended from an overhead track. It takes me up an upward-sloping section of track that goes through a tunnel. The ride simulates reduced gravity, which I think is pretty cool.

Had pretty good recall last night, but the majority of it was pretty boring mundane stuff. I'll just skip to the more interesting parts.

Penis Panic
Clarity: 9/10
Importance: ?/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Unknown

For some reason I can't quite fathom, I've cut off my own penis just below the foreskin. Fortunately, I plan on putting it back on later. I had forgotten I'd done this, and it's been over two days since it's been cut off. I worry the cut off part will be dead tissue by now. To make things worse, I can't remember where I put it!

I finally find my wayward penis, and inspect it to make sure it hasn't dried out. It seems to be OK. The cut parts are both still moist and purple on the inside, and when I hold in place, everything lines up OK. But I still don't know why I did this. Was it to make my penis bigger by building up scar tissue? Was it to make me last longer by killing the nerve endings in the end of my penis? All I know for sure is that I want it back on.

I get a spool of thread, but the needle that is in it is massive. I can feel the pain of poking that giant spike through me penis just by looking at it. I pull out another spool of thread with a much smaller needle, but still use the first thread I had, a light baby blue color. It only takes 4 stitches evenly spaced on all the compass points to hold my penis back on. Since the cut was right on the edge of the foreskin, you can't even see a scar or anything. I pinch the tip to make sure I still have feeling, and everything is good.

This is not the first dream where I've lopped off the old one eyed trouser snake. I know where 99.9% of the imagery in my dreams comes from, but I have no clue where this comes from. In one dream like this, the cut off part was all shriveled up before I could get it back on,

Bus mishap
Clarity: 8/10
Importance:3/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm riding home from school on the bus, going down the hill on my street, when the bus driver slams on the brakes. There is no front on the bus, and the inside floor with all the seats rockets out like it wasn't attached to anything. I was sitting cross legged so I barely move when the inside of the bus crashes, but my brother flies forward and skids underneath a car.

He tries to get up, but his back touches the muffler above him which is hot and burns him. "Take me to the hospital" he says. I pull him out to see a deep gash right across his shoulder blades. We walk the rest of the way home where I get him to take off his shirts so I can clean the wound. He's wearing several layers of shirts, and he winces every time one comes off. His inner shirt is packed with salted peanuts, and the salt is causing him a lot of pain.

He finally gets his shirts off, and the cut keeps opening and closing like a toothless mouth. I put some band-aids across the deep gash to keep it closed while we go to the hospital for stitches.

This is a mix of various things that happened at work, which is interchangeable with school in my dreams. One time I was driving a cube van full of hardwood, but they handn't screwed down the plywood on the bottom, so when I hit the gas, all the wood blasted out the back doors. The other part was when I had my brother helping me at work, and we were riding in the back of the van and hit a car ahead of us. I was sitting cross legged on the floor and didn't move, while my brother was sitting on a varnish pail and shot clear across the van.

02/12/10

In the dream itself, I am actually trying to fall asleep. This is interesting and not interesting. So it is interesting that I more or less did a WILD or that I ended in a situation where questioning myself falling asleep could have led to lucid. But its stupid because I had no trouble sleeping that day at all. In fact, I was sleep-deprived, so there was no reason I should have trouble falling asleep. Anyway, I remember lying, asking myself what I should do to fall asleep. I had my laptop on. So I was listening to some relaxing music (probably real life music that got in, I should have been getting up) and I was thinking “this is calming, this is good for falling asleep! If I turn on Mac Lethal, it’s bad for falling asleep!” Then I find a video online of Chris dancing and singing along to some hiphop song, and he wrote in the start of the video of other songs he liked, but in butchered language. Some Vaudeville Villain song was one of them. The video itself had a black-and-white filter or something.

02/12/10

I am playing an RTS, except I am a unit, not a commander. We are a couple of guys. We have totally won, there is one guy left with one spawn. But for some reason, despite our constant respawning, we never quite manage to get him down before the dream shifts. The visuals are a simple 2d color-scheme, with no ornamentation. (INNER AWARENESS)
After that, the dream shifts to like a commercial for an RTS game (INNER AWARENESS), but that says something like “your aim in RTS’es is usually so lousy, now we’re only gonna let you control one character, maggot!” I briefly thnk of Call of Heroes, or whatever that RTS is called. I am playing the dude in the commercial for a while, and while I am not having a blast, I somehow think that this is a good game (INNER AWARENESS). Then it even shows that the game has an RTS zombies mode, like from Call of Duty.

Inner Awareness 37 Action 70 Form 52 Context 47

É, isso já passou faz tempo, mas mesmo assim sonhei com isso.
Me lembro que estávamos no banco do São José, onde sempre ficamos o começo da aula (Victor, Karina, Lucas, Arnaldo, etc). Chegaram várias pessoas com bolas e começaram a jogar. Victor foi jogar futebol com uns caras (lembro que eram 3 negros). Saí do banco e subí umas escadas (agora eu já estava no segundo andar da minha ecola de música), e vi Victor e os caras jogando "altinha" (um jogo onde você não pode deixar a bola cair no chão, jogando apenas com os pés). Victor estava jogando muito mal, mas com tempo foi pegando o jeito.
Eu desci e fui jogar volei com uns amigos (lembro que Gabriel estava entre eles), mas não tinha rede nem nada. Tentamos improvisar, mas não lembro o que aconteceu.
Fomos todos para a casa de praia de Daniel (meu professor de educação física). Estava de noite, e fomos para uma praia que tinha ali perto. A areia era muito fofa e eu mal conseguia andar nela. Sem contar que a praia era inclinada e estava ventando muito, o que atrapalhava os movimentos da bola.

It's been a while since I've been able to recall a dream, and this one is a little fuzzy.

From where I can remember starting off, I'm seriously angry at someone for doing something-or-another to me, though I have no idea what that is. I can't seem to control my anger in the slightest, so I get into a fight with whoever it is that I'm facing off against. My rage seems to literally consume me, and there's surprise from the surrounding crowd because of something that's changed about me.

Suddenly, I'm waking up. It seems like what had just happened I dreamed within my dream. When I sit up in the bed, however, a lady walks into the room I'm in and begins explaining to me how I have something poisonous in me, the "Black Rage" as she calls it. Right in the middle of her explanation as to how it works, I've woken up.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was at "my office," which was nothing like an offce. I stood on the top of a gigantic (30m tall?) Kitchen counter, looking down over a gathering of flowers that were almost as tall as the kitchen counter. The blossoms were about 5m across and looked like a mix between lotuses and zinnias. They were a cream-white color with yellowy centers.

From down on the floor, from which the flowers grew, I could hear my company's CEO and someone else talking. They had been planning a party. (There may have been an earlier part to this dream in which I had been helping with the party planning.) They now may have made some reference to me, as if I were not present.

I thought I would get their attention. I thought I could hop from flower to flower to get closer to them. But I figured that wasn't a great idea. The flowers were probably weak. They might not support my weight.

At some point, it may have seemed like the flowers were floating in a body of water, as if this gigantic kitchen had been flooded up to the level of the countertop.

Something had been settled regarding my role in the party, and I was now walking along the counter-top, trying to get to wherever I needed to get to take care of my task. The kitchen floor seemed to get closer and closer, and things took on more and more of a regular proportion.

At some point my CEO walked past me, coming from the opposite direction. He may have been walking on the countertop, but I think he actually was down on the kitchen floor, which was now only 3m or so below the counter-top. I said hi to him. He said hi and addressed me by my name. I was pleasantly surprised that he knew my name.

I walked past some tall cardboard boxes that were on the counter-top. At the end of the counter-top was something that looked like a way-oversized wheelchair-ramp leading down to an oversized lobby that looked like the lobby to a small office building in a suburban office park.

I somehow found myself on another ledge, like an oversized counter-top, looking down (about 5m) to an oversized area that had been set up "to look like" a 1950s-style diner (even though I don't think now that the place actually looked like a 1950s-style diner).

The place had clean wood floors, white walls, and a few round tables. Over the huge front door was a huge "1950s-style" sign which looked like a mix between a clock and a spoon. The name of the restaurant was given, with a (not very convincing) "1950s-style" slogan underneath it.

I'd had to turn around to see the sign. I turned back around and was now in a smallish theatre, which was still, somehow, the "1950s diner." I stood (on the floor!) at the top and back of the theatre.

The theatre was full of young people, mostly boys. The theatre's seats were all set up at a couple of different angles. The seating was very steep, like stadium seating. The chairs were red. Down at the bottom was a small stage.

I understood that an anime festival was about to take place here. Some presenter (possibly a shortish, youngish-looking Asian woman in a grey t-shirt, pale blue jeans, and glasses) was about to begin speaking.

I found a couple of my friends: a man I don't recognize and my female friend T. They were sitting at the back of the theatre, on red-leather and chrome stools like counter-stools in a 1950s diner.

I went over to my friends. I lay down across a couple of the stools, stomach-down. I wondered if these seats were very good. After all, this place was packed. Once the presentation started, would we have a bunch of people constantly crowding in front of us?

My stool-tops now seemed to come directly out of the floor now, instead of being atop chrome poles. T, wearing a long skirt, lifted up her skirt to straddle me and sit on my back.

I kind of got mad that T had lifted up her skirt. I knew that she'd lift it up enough so that anybody looking would easily see the crotch of her panties. There had already been some creeps looking in our direction. Now that T had basically flashed everybody, these guys would probably really want to cause trouble for me.

At some point I may have had to tell T to get off me. The way the stool-tops were set and the way T sat on me were putting a lot of pressure on my spine. I figured I'd just roll down onto the floor and let T sit on me that way.

After this, T and I were standing by some doorway, just outside the theatre, looking into the dark theatre through a half-opened door. We stood in a white walled hallway.

We were talking to a couple of older, rich-looking, white people, probably a man and a woman. The man and woman were famous and possibly had had something to do with the anime and manga industry. We may have been making plans to collaborate on something.

DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
During the day I had some emotional but fun situations where I would have loved to have been in a situation like this before and tried different things out. Then I realized I got the idea to use my dream world more. My dream world may be nearly perfect but my waking life has a lot of areas where I would like to see improvements. The dream world is a lot like Star Treks holo-deck, I can make it what I need and try things out there, in complete safety, and I even have a panic button. I was determined to recreate the dream world to meet my waking life needs.

Upon dreaming I had 3 totally underwhelming dreams and I was not lucid in any of them to any degree.

Dream 1: The Garden and a Patdown
There was this large forest and gardens but to get into it you first had to go through a security room that looked like a torture room from a video game. In the room you got a patdown and then were free to go int the forested garden area. The forestgarden was nothing special and I just looked around and talked to people. Upon leaving I was patted down again.

I had 2 other dreams of talking to people about useless things which I will not bore you with.

Reflections:
I realized that in order to create a task in my dream world I am going to have to try to focus my thoughts before sleep to more of a self help feeling. I order to go to sleep easily and have good dreams I focus on anything I want as long as they are positive and simple. But what I need to do is focus more on fixing and growing and less on having a good dreaming experience. No wonder I am bored with my dream life, I have made it so… well to use a British phrase, pedestrian (not British, not that there's anything wrong with that ). It reminds me of what I heard Dr. Who say “You make all of space and time your back yard and what do you have? A backyard.” I have to make it more than a backyard and I have all this control, I need to use it! I never thought of using the dream world like a tool but I am now determined to. So my new dream goal is to make my dream life to serve me waking life's needs. So far, not so great…hmmm wish me luck

I had a dream in the early hours of December 3rd, 2010 and woke up briefly to scribble out the following on a peice of paper before immediately returning to sleep. I could not remember any of the dream when I woke up later and have only this fragment of writing (written while half asleep before dawn) to go by:


In afganistan? with tall apartment building surrounded by water, sometimes on land because tide comes and goes, each building at often warrinf with another building, fishing as the tide comes in and out, seeing the fish and my brother moving the fire pit, Samir? and two people open a free dental clinic in a tent (with a second floor) in the middle of the apartment complex, pay what you can or make donation to Muslim child feed fund, soldiers and insurgents want control of it, after some time Samir has idea to improve area with damn and better buildings, I am there walking dam area when I come acreoss canadian base and am taken in for questioning, many canadiands being held, i see two women being stripped searched my two naked male soldiers and video tape it, soldiers on base hunt me down after i steal a gun and tie up some soldiers/officals, i am captured and similarily strip searched after sending copy of video to CNN but a sympatetic male offical obtains my camera and tapes my strip search and also sends that tape to news program

I'll keep this one short.

They were trying to ban vegetables in England (I don't live in England...) and all of the mice were meeting under the bathroom sink to discuss its implications. I don't know how my POV worked but I don't think I was a mouse but there weren't any humans actually involved in the story. It felt like I was just watching it through a window or something.

Closer to waking up my dream was about a party or something (I just get that feeling). Then in the morning my mom tried to wake me up and I was half asleep. She asked me a bunch of times what class I had first and I thought I was responding but I was responding in my dream. When I finally said it out loud I realized I wasn't saying the class (math) but rather tumblr.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I watched The Dark Knight yesterday.

In this shorter dream, I'd made a pact with myself to rescue Bruce Wayne from prison. Apparently he was caught by police, or something. I didn't really think about the details in the dream, although I'm sure there was an explanation as to why it happened. I don't recall actually seeing myself go into the prison, but I simply walked down a set of stairs and turned a corner to see a set of five or six stairs leading up to a slight platform. This was in the basement of the prison, I knew. It was well-lit and made mostly of concrete, in pretty good condition, but I could see green fungus or something in a few of the corners. It seemed dank. On the steps, there were a bunch of inmates just sitting there and talking amongst each other, rather quietly and reserved. Two convicts were playing rock-paper-scissors. As a group, they didn't really look that much like criminals because they weren't that grungy or scary-looking. They just looked like bikers.

Bruce Wayne was sitting among these inmates, against the wall, looking around and only moving a little bit to adjust his position. He was in a basic suit and tie which looked a bit scuffed-up. He obviously looked like Christian Bale. He looked at me and said, "what are you doing here?"

"To rescue you. Let's go."

"How did you get in?"

"The guards are down."

As I spoke, the convicts looked at me curiously. One narrowed his eyes in suspicion, but none spoke to me directly.

Bruce said, "I like it here. I'm not going."

"Fine."

I started to turn around and leave, and then my alarm woke me up.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This dream probably spanned twenty minutes, and nothing was fragmented or cut up. More stuff probably happened, but I can't remember the details.

I was pretty much in the middle of nowhere, on a pretty barren landscape made of rocky terrain. There were a few single-lane asphalt roads going here and there, but no cars. It was clearly daytime, because the sky was light blue and the sun was shining (although it didn't cast a glare or cause me to squint). In the middle of this land, there was a large construction framework for an incomplete building. There were thin sheets of metal between some of the beams to create "walls".

In horizontal sections of the framework, there were planes of wood drilled into place to act as platforms to walk on. These larger pieces of wood were light in color, but rather thick so they wouldn't snap when someone was to walk on them. The whole structure must have been four or five stories tall, and at least seventy feet high.

First I was on the top of the structure, sitting with my legs hanging off a steel beam, looking down onto the ground. I had a chocolate coin in my hand that I was multiplying using non-lucid dream control. I'd curl my palm around it, look away into the sky, and then look back at my palm, which I would then uncurl. There were now two coins. I did this a few different times and ended up with five or six. I didn't feel the thickness of the coins in my hand grow each time a new one appeared, which logically should've happened. I looked down at the ground, which was now darker and had a more brownish hue than before, and held my hand out, watching the coins fall as I let them go. They disappeared when they got to the ground, as if the distance between the top of the framework and the earth was more than it should've been, so much that one could no longer see them falling. But I still knew the distance was less than a hundred feet.

I got up, balancing on the beam without feeling any sort of wobbliness or issues with weight distribution, and kicked off the beam, flying into the air. I only got four or five feet out from the side of the framework, although I used much more force and should have gotten at least twenty feet out. My dreams tend to do that - I exert powerful force on something to push away, but I only get so far away from that thing. I landed within a matter of seconds, not feeling wind or air rushing past me as I fell, and recoiled slightly. Once I recovered and stood fully upright again, I looked around me and saw people walking around. There was now a smooth concrete sidewalk going around the perimeter of the framework, and a rectangular, modern-looking pool just a few feet away from it. There were also big glass windows in between some of the steel beams now. It looked almost like a house, except it didn't really have walls. I saw some people walking around, one holding a huge crab that looked like it was either inflated, or made of rubber. I took a slight interest in this, but ultimately ignored it.

"Where's the restroom?" I suddenly asked out loud, but not shouting. No particular reason as to why I said that. Someone who was just walking past me said, "to the up", but even though it didn't make any sense, I interpreted it as "to the right". I turned to the left, strangely enough, and saw a metallic door. It was positioned in a large glass window between two vertical beams. I saw a sink and a white cubicle inside (I've rarely seen a normal restroom in my dreams, just public cubicles). I opened the door and walked in; the walls were now solid, made of stony, tan-colored brick. There were no longer glass walls or steel beams, but it looked almost like a gross, decrepit restroom. "Yuck," I exclaimed, looking down at the floor. It was hard, grey carpet that looked pretty gummed-up.

I turned to the sink, on the left side of the room. It was a basic white sink that came out of the wall, and only had one stainless steel tap instead of two. Without testing it, I knew that it only gave out cold water. "This place sucks!"

That was when I turned around and opened the door. Outside, I was now in a city. To make things less normal, though, my dream had actually put me on the third or fourth story of a building. I'd just stepped out into a balcony with no railings. I looked down and saw busy streets with multiple lanes and strange, distorted-looking cars that drove in opposite directions in the lanes. The balcony I was on was at least twenty feet long, but only three or four feet wide - barely enough room to be able to walk without feeling like you're going to fall off the edge. I saw my mom walk out the same door, which was now twice as tall as it was before. She was holding a book, Of Mice and Men. The cover, without closer observation, looked like it had a large tree or shrub and a riverbank. I knew it was that novel.

"I'm hoping you've finished this book!" she told me, a little angry.

"Duh!" I said, stung.

"Okay, let me make sure. Finish this quote off for me..."

And then she read out some random quote, that seemed in the context of the novel. I just can't remember exactly what it was.

"Are you kidding me?!" I said to her, "I didn't have a lifetime to memorize each quote in the book!"

"Yes you did," she said.

"I've had enough of this." I turned around and walked away (heading towards nothing but the end of the balcony), but I heard quick steps behind me, becoming louder and louder. Within an instant, my mom was behind me. She picked me up by the collar of my shirt, throwing me into the traffic. I was no longer on a balcony a few stories higher than the streets, but I was on the ground level. I ended up on the road and saw a big semi coming towards me. I became somewhat lucid just as the dream ended, but I didn't use any powers or anything to stop the massive truck. Instead, I just curled up.

Then I woke up.

Despite the ending, I wouldn't count this as a nightmare, because there was no fear, only emotionless thoughts like in a normal dream.

So for the past few nights I haven't been sleeping well at all due to real life things that needed to be tended to. Finally got most of those out of the way so I have more time devoted to sleep, thankfully. (Between working out and working, I'm worn out.) I'm not even sure anyone reads this but myself, but what the hell, ya know?

The Blizzard that Blanketed the World - I dreamt we have a HUGE blizzard and for some reason I was in my Ghillie suit (Off note: Yes, I own a Ghillie suit.) I was with Cole, and we were walking through it, barely being able to see in front of us. I decided to venture off on my own when he said he was going to wait for a ride. I thought my house wasn't far away, but somehow I got lost in a village of shacks, seemingly like I was thrown back into Medieval Europe. I was stumbling about, freezing and I knew I was near death. Someone asked if I was alright, and I said told them I wasn't and that I couldn't feel my fingers. The man ran up to me and gave me some fluid I thought was water, but quickly I learned it was whiskey. I got pretty drunk. It felt strange, and I stood up and started walking, though It was more like hobbling, around. While the man and an older woman, probably his mother, argued about giving me liquor. I stammered around thinking "I'm Drunk. I'm drunk! Body, can't you see I'm drunk!". The man and woman decided to take me in until the storm passed, and I was able to live in a giant basement that I pimped out and I got through by helping people with their plumbing.

The Iron Dragon vs The Iron Man - I was in some sort of labyrinth made of steel and lava with 4 other friends. We were decked out in futuristic armor and I had some sort of gun that shot in bursts, it kind of resembled an M16, but not quite. Me and my friends were going through the labyrinth which had doors of fire, and we saw a giant dragon which seemed to be made of iron, or the same material that our armor and weapons were made of. We began shooting at it, and slowly but surely taking down it's health. Then all of a sudden all the fire doors opened and we were no longer safe from it. It charged at us and I dove out of the way. Then we got past it and it chased us through the maze of hallways and platforms. Before I knew it I was separated from the rest of my friends and with the dragon on my tail. I had a good hunch that my friends were dead, and as soon as I thought of it their names popped up in my HUD (I had a helmet on) with KIA next to their names. All of a sudden I was desperate, and I knew I was probably going to die. Almost resigning to my death, I instead pushed on and turning around at corners to send bursts into the dragons head, which did almost nothing to it. I found myself sprinting across the platform surrounded by lava we first met the dragon at, and something, or someone said to me "You are in charge here. You choose your fate." All of a sudden I turned around, saw the dragon about 30 meters behind me, shot some bursts into it, and it charged at me. When it was not a few feet away from me, I suddenly flew up into the air using a jetpack I had all but forgotten about, and through the ceiling. Before me all I saw was blackness, the only light escaping from the hole from the lair of the dragon. I woke up after that.

Just what the title says. No, I haven't already quit. I just had to take some MORE time off from lucid dreaming unexpectedly thanks to getting sick. But now that I'm 99% better, I can start again with documenting my average dreams and work towards making them lucid once again.

I don't recall my dreams from last night, but I do recall an interesting dream from the night before, so I'll summarize it now.

The dream began as a false awakening. I got out of bed and was about to begin my daily routine when I decided to go back to sleep for a few more minutes. So that's just what I did; I got back in bed and lay my head down and I was out.

Now I was in a dream within a dream (notice the darker text indicating a deeper level?). I found myself standing on the edge of a vast canyon and exploring the surrounding area. Something didn't feel right, but I couldn't tell what. After about a half hour of looking around and finding nothing interesting, I decided to lie down and go to sleep.

Now in layer 3 of the dream, I found myself at a friend's dorm at the college he goes to...only the actual layout of the place was nothing like the real-world college. The dream explained it away as remodeling, and I never caught on that it was a dream. My friend was asking me about dreams, particularly lucid ones, and if it would be possible to share dreams.

"Sure it's possible, I've done it before." I said. "We could do it right now in fact, if I can manage a WILD."

"Well, want to give it a try?" He asked.

I agreed to try, so we lay down and went to sleep.

I was now in layer 4 of the dream, aware that I was dreaming, and in a white void. All around me all I saw was white. I couldn't move anywhere or speak, and when I tried, it simply woke me up into the previous layer of the dream.

"Did you do it?" My friend asked.

"Yeah, but I couldn't stay in for some reason."

In another moment, I woke up from that dream and into the layer before it. I was only at this one a split second before I shot up into the air as the dream faded out into the first layer, and I sat up in my bed.

"That was a crazy dream!" I said to myself as I climbed out of bed.

Then I woke up for real, and was totally disoriented from all the waking up