non-lucid

Kept having dreams about seeing the sunrise.

Also had some weird dream where I saw how Susanne Summers murdered someone. She threw scorpions on the guy, stabbed him in the neck with a stick several times, and then shot him in the head twice. Some other being came up and she started firing at it....turned out to be some kinda imagination she had in her head giving her the next mission. I turned the channel and there was this weird sport going on that was a combination of basketball soccer and tennis...depending on which balls came out of this machine. Some guy was wearing a spider costume with a suit over it....pretty much everyone was silly.

nope no dream recall tonight

I'm hanging out with a computer club from a made up tv show. There are two guys, two girls, and me. We get involved in a game that involves sneaking around and killing people. While we're pursuing our first target, the guy who's leading our group informs me that one of the girls in our group likes me. We violently kill our first target and the blood spatters onto my command and conquer poster, which is on the ground for some reason. I find a towel to wipe it off. The leader and I hide under some stairs, and he tells me that another girl likes me, although this time he's aware that I'm not interested because I already like a girl. I wonder if the girl he refers to is the same as last time, and decide I'll check the show's wiki page later for the names.

I leave them and run off to mcdonalds to see the girl I like in real life. I try to catch up to her on the way, but am aware that I'm always slightly behind due to frequent shifts of perspective from me running to her running. I call her cell phone and we try to arrange a meeting by the entrance. I notice some explosives being set by the drive through and get into a confrontation with a gang. They start chasing after me. She nearly runs into them as well but narrowly avoids them. The person setting up the explosives loses the detonator and starts running with me from the gang. I see the girl and tell her to run away because there are people chasing after her. She leaves while I turn to the person who set up the explosives.

We're about to part ways, but I tell him that I'll only give him the detonator, which I somehow obtained, if he gives me keys. I need them to remove a single handcuff that's on my arm and something else that's affecting the girl. We make the trade and I pocket the three keys for later on. I find a newly made narrow, white tunnel in the direction the girl ran off. I start crawling through it.

As I do so I have visions of her at the end of a corridor. Two people are wearing white clothes of the kind worn by patients at a hospital. One of them is bloodstained and is holding a knife, laughing while the other begs for their life. It's the same scene as when Hallelujah escaped from the research facility in Gundam 00 and went crazy. I'm aware that it's her memory and she's one of them, although I don't know which one. I reach the top and see her standing in front of a window crying. I apologize, telling her that I shouldn't have done/said whatever made her mad and shouldn't have been mean to her.

fragment
Talking to a girl. She asks me when I lost my virginity. I answer and ask her the same. Then I realize how flirtatious she is and move in to kiss her. To my surprise, she pulls me down to lay on top of her. Coitus ensues.

fragment
Another sex dream, but I can't recall any details.

Lucid Donuts
Method DILD (absurdity)
This was in my last sleep cycle. I'm laying on a bed. On and around the bed are a bunch of coworkers. I have the impression that we are on a work retreat near the beach. They are talking about the company's goals and culture. There is a box of donuts on the bed that people are eating. Chris is typing at a laptop and asking for people's opinions. He turns to me, but I'm more interested in the donuts. As I reach for a donut, I realize that I am not in my own bed, these people shouldn't be here, and I shouldn't be eating donuts. I am lucid for just a moment and then wake up.

Ordinarily, I don't write down non-lucids here, I just keep those in my physical dream journal. But a rather interesting non last night.

It's a slight sign that I've been playing too much Minecraft, as I started out in a desert-esque biome, I move to a snowy, mountainous region. I do a bit of digging, but the interesting thing was when I tried climbing a particular incline. Just absolutely gusting wind, pressing against me. I remember being kinda blown away by it (Metaphorically, and ALMOST literally.). So I head down and notice a cave. Inside a little ways was a VERY large open cavern, the cave continued on for awhile further beyond my sight.

The large cavern wasn't lit at all, but I could still see kinda. There were these metal power boxes, that I searched as if they were chests. I search them all, nothing was inside. So I'm fiddling with my inventory, trying to place down a torch to see better. I then turn around and see this dark (Minecraftily blocky) figure jump down off a power box and scamper out of the cave. It scared the ever living bajesus outta me, in a way I don't often get scared in dreams. Frikkin' Id. Dream ended.


As for the lucid, I was in a fancy looking house, talking with an older lady. My cat was there as well, as I had to clean up some of his vomit. >=\ Things are a bit shaky after that, I didn't exactly write down the dream right when I woke up... Frikkin' sleeping pills... But I know I somehow ended up on a rooftop garden. I think I just randomly decided to RC (I don't even remember what kind, but I'd assume it's my usual nose breathe.) and then grab the nearest thing. It happened to be a small duck topiary. As I'm looking at it, it turns into an actual toy duck. This clears things up quite a bit.

I notice a small picture or painting with a swirly pattern, I'm somehow drawn to it, thinking I could use it as a portal. I get pretty close to it but nothing happens so I just leave it be. I decide to summon my subconscious, Elly, via the 'turn around expecting' method. It works! Though she's wearing some kinda green robe and a mask that is either a smiley or a kodama or Arakune type mask. I greet her and approach, I ask if she can take off her mask, she does and she has ear-length rainbow hair and firey red eyes with very black pupils. None of this bothers me though, I talk with her a bit. She doesn't say anything, which is pretty typical. Soon after, I wake up.

Again, not untypical. =\

Though interesting, I didn't accomplish any of my November goals while lucid. Ah well, the more time I have with Elly, the better I think.

I dreamed that earthquakes had rattled the Earth. My city had been hit hard. My family had been packing our things. There were special shelters that everyone was going to. That's why we were packing. We dropped off some stuff at the shelter.

Next we came back to the apartment to get more things. I remembered I left some things upstairs. I proceeded up.

"Hey!" my brother shouted. "Don't go upstairs! The floor will give away!" I got pissed. So, while my brother and Dad
weren't watching, I ran away. I arrived at Lauren Mckown's(DS) house(never actually been there). She was doing endurance training. She let me join in. My phone began to ring.

"Hello?" I said.
"Angelo?" it was Dom, my brother. "Where the hell are you?"
"I'm doing endurance exercises at Lauren's house."
"I'm coming over and I'm gonna kick your ass!"

I hung up and warned Lauren. We got some dual fighting sticks. I hid, and Lauren stood in the open to serve as a decoy. Dom entered. He kicked the hell out of Lauren! I came out and hit him with the stick. Then, he kicked my ass!

He left us. Then, my friend Victor(DS) called. He said a dance was going on at the shelter. I wanted to ask Lauren, but I was too nervous. So, I tried pity.

"Too bad I don't have anyone to dance with." The pity was beginning to work, but then, my Dad woke me up.

This is only a fragment and i didnt really want to write it down. This is my first time using something on this site and i would like to get better at lucid dreaming so i figure i should right down everything i can.

My memory is coming back in at running for my life from a bunch of aliens that i cant see. There are several other people with me that i cant remember specifically. There were a lot of sensors that, when tripped, turned on a bunch of bright lights and caused me to be discovered. (I think the lights are taken from the movie I Am Legend which i just watched over the weekend.) the scenery reminds me of war trenches over a big battlefield but with much more grass. i finally get inside a building and go up to the second or third floor. (the journey up those floors i cannot remember though.) the building is not an exact copy of the church i just renovated in real life but the rooms are VERY similar. so, naturally , i start pulling all the stuff off the walls so i can renovate the room. a person from my high school marching band was there whom i never speak to. she seemed to be working for the aliens and watching over my work. i remember the step of pulling out nails that were in the wall after i had ripped something down, and i had all the nails in my hand. i could feel the nails. the room next door i had to renovate to but for some reason i wanted to run away or hide the room from her. so when she went to open the door i said it was locked. so she went out into the hallway and around the other side to another door. i quickly stepped in the room and found it renovated also.(just like how the setup is at my church.) then i went over to the door and made a screeching noise to scare the person and not want them to open it. she came back around and said we shouldnt do that room because theres something in there. that was the end of that. right before i walked into the hallway i grabbed something next to the door. it looked like cotton candy. (tasted like it too). then one of my other friends said oh do you like my cotton candy unicorn? then she got into a conversation with another person there who claimed she left there subs in the car... my friend said, i didnt know they were in there! as the other person said you could smell them! which led to her greatest quote of my dream. oh i didnt know, i thought it was one of my "well developed farts." haha then i think i woke up or lost memory of it.

there was much more dreaming before this one but i woke up in between and i cant remember. i do remember that it was an amazing and really long dream though. if i remember it through out the day ill make sure i write it down.

if there is anything wrong with how i posted or anything of that sort, please let me know. i'm new and couldnt find any type of formatting. i also wanted to get the dream down before forgetting it early this morning. thanks if anyone reads this

Real life Dream Lucid Dream sign
For me to remember, dreams are 067300, lucid dreams are the color below blue, #4169e1, and dream signs are the light purple, which is up one and left one from blue, #483d8b.

I lucid dreamt today! Oh my gosh! This has increased my will to lucid dream ten fold!

Lucid dream
All I remember was I was in a white room (this dream wasn't very vivid at all) when suddenly I became lucid! I was so excited I started to feel the dream falling apart. It's a strange feeling. I felt like there was an aching heat in me (but it wasn't a bad feeling) and I was slightly disoriented.

Normally when a dream fades from me, it's different. Usually when my dreams lose stability my REM cycle is ending, and I will start to become intensely disoriented, and fall to the ground. Everything in my vision will smear together and fade to white. I guess since my dream lost stability for a different reason, it felt different.

I thought of what to do from my experience on the forums and the only thing I could think to do was rub my hands together. I don't even remember seeing my hands, (maybe it was because my dream was so unstable) but I did so and things improved a little. It might have lasted ten more seconds because of that. I was so happy and thought to myself 'I'm aware that I'm dreaming!' until I woke up at 3 something AM.

I thought in my head "I WILL remember this dream!" over and over, and went back to sleep.

Sci-fi dream
I remember none of this dream but it was sci-fi in theme.

When I woke up at 8 AM, I did remember this dream, but not the lucid dream. I started thinking all about it in my head. Then I thought, 'Wait a second...' and then remembered my lucid dream earlier that night and got really excited. In my excitement I completely forgot the sci-fi dream, but who cares? I remembered my lucid dream!

Last night changed my general beliefs of dreaming in these ways:

• Lucid dreaming isn't impossible for me!
• People lucid dream many times before they finally remember one- as you can see here I almost forgot my "first" lucid dream.
• The above means that dream recall might not improve your lucid dream count because of recognizing dream signs more, but simply because you remember more of your lucid dreams! (This is just an idea, and might not be true)
• I had an idea a while ago that remembering dreams is like following a train of thought. It seems to me that recollection of dreams seems to never be put in short term memory. When I began to think about something else, I completely forgot my dream, and that might be because the dream was just something I was thinking about, not something in my memory. This could be why most people remember their dreams in the morning, but as five minutes pass you forget it. (This is just an idea, and might not be true)

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

02/11/11 I was in a forest setting with multiple vehicles around me. Something about having three appearances to choose from I can only remember 2 of them, the first being Ben Affleck, who was also a supreme angel of darkness and the other I can remember was that of the guy supposed to be the temporary vessel for Lucifer in Supernatural (Nick). I speak to a black horse with a fierce set of teeth, it remembers this zombie servant that is escorting me and my companion around. He is allowed to touch it. Then I switch to the appearance of Nick and ask if the horse has ever encountered this before, which it hasn't and it is confused as to what it is supposed to do. I run into Ben Affleck in a doorway and quickly have to change face as I apparently have changed to his.

Something about a seriously bad ass Mexican officer chasing me and a woman through the same little forest military compound as before. I end up switching on some nifty awareness tricks I have to find secret aspects of buildings and hidden spots in the level.

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Flying somewhere to bomb the living crap out of it. Think it might be during second world war as the people we are “borrowing” the planes from are “don't know” that we are doing it. We are successful to an extend. A massive Hercules type plane coming over the horizon of the docks/airfield we are at.

Lucid

Non-Lucid

1. Won the $500K competition that I am entering. Along with an extra $125K. Cash in boat and a new red peugot.

2. On a bed with a girl (A) and kissing her and trying to get her to kiss someone else.

Lucid

Non Lucid

1. A spear through my heart. 3 verses of scripture. First two have occurred - with the third one upon me. I fell inside a tornado. I was then on a bus and someone was Earth and another was Luscifer. I got off and one or both of them followed. We talked and one said he was gay and I met his bf. They went to a costume party. Invited me. I informed them that I couldn't go. They said the costume part costs money but not the other part. I attended. Later I was in a open theatre (akin to the Colosseum but way smaller) and I was talking when I saw a part of the Earth above me. I was looking up at the ocean and I said how do I get there? The reply was that a boat would take me.

2. ...serial killer. I was at the front of a house and there were people (only 2 that I can remember) around the house. A detective talked to me and informed me that you can get so bogged down in the details that you forget why. Then said "She was such a good son" the dual nature of the gender came up a couple of times but I cannot remember what was said.

3. A church(?) has books. It got ripped apart. I threw a stone on the floor and where it hit the floor rose and split and the crack propagated.

4. Had a convo w/ a girl (S) that I know. She said I was moving too fast. I either didn't agree or understand. She said she was busy and I should leave her alone for a while (it seemed that she was on tour).

Just an explanation. When I wake up and write, I write everything that was related to that dream and then start over when I reach a 'new dream'. However, there may be overlaps - or transitions - between dreams but until I become more dedicated to writing my dreams I am not going to change how I break it up.

Cheers.

I know It's already November 1st but I want to revisit this dream because it was weird and cool.

It was a short dream, and I had a few dreams before it that were similar, but not as eerie. It was eerie, yes, but it was eerily meaningful. And I liked it. :3

I was in the cafeteria lunch line getting some Chex Mix. And I think some lemonade. And I was paying for my stuff when I noticed one of my friends was....hovering around me. He was.... standing near me. Eerily. Maybe not so like a creeper, but it was strange for him. And in this dream he was even TALLER than usual, so he was towering over me. I let him do that because I was not unfazed, but soon I had enough, and I looked up. I had to literally lean back and look up to catch a glimpse of his eyes.
"What?" I asked innocently. He smiled at me wickedly, as if he knew something.

It might be a good idea to mention that it was tacitly known that I was in a coma before getting to the cafeteria. Like, for a week. I don't know how I knew or anyone else did, but that is crucial. There was also some sort of "play" that was performed when I was knocked out. Everyone had went instead of me.

Anyway, I asked him what. He smiled this satisfied little smile and replied, "Come with me. I want to tell you something."
So I followed him to the end of the room where there were less people. And I grew excited because I thought he was going to tell me something important. He turned around and I stared up.

"Do you remember that play you missed? The one that went on when you were asleep?"
"Yeh, Everyone went except for me." I frowned. He smiled.
He half-stepped closer. "Not Everybody." He smiled even wider, and his eyes sparkled.
"What are you getting at?" I asked, incredulously.
His face receded back into genuine goodness. "I didn't go. Because I never left your bedside when you were asleep. While they watched the play, I was waiting for you to wake up."

My heart lifted, and I was happy. I remembered a scene from futurama when Fry was consoling Leela in a coma. I imagined this guy in his place, and I hugged him.
"That is the sweetest thing ever!" I cried from nestled into his chest. Then the dream ended. sadness.

(Good -- um... afternoon, everybody. On the weekdays, I usually write my dreams in the morning, on my subway ride in to work. But this morning I didn't think I remembered any dreams.

Then, sitting at work (really stressing over something, in fact), I suddenly recalled this dream. Weird.

The dream is weird. I'd say at least part of the influence on it is the fact that over the past couple days I've been reading Jack Kerouac's Book of Dreams. In one dream, Kerouac meets Dinah Shore. That dream was so charming, I think I also wanted to have a dream where I met a celebrity. So my unconscious obliged... kinda.)

Susan Faludi was out in the desert doing research on a new book she was writing. The book was similar to The Terror Dream. But this book had less to do with feminism and more to do with some general national conspiracy. I probably identified with Faludi or saw through her eyes.

Faludi had discovered whatever it was she had been trying to discover. She may now have been standing by her car in an empty road in the middle of the desert. Faludi may have slammed down the trunk or hatchback of her car with an air of finality.

She intended to go somewhere. Instead of taking her car, which now may not even have existed, she flew up into the air, possibly by means of a red and white striped parachute.

She flew away to her right, along the road. She knew that she actually needed to head along the road, but in the opposite direction. She flew over a small overpass. This overpass was a landmark telling her she was definitely going in the wrong direction.

The wind was carrying her in this direction, although she "had control" over "her power of flight." She kept telling herself that she would work up the momentum of the wind in order to get swinging around in the correct direction.

But she kept flying and flying in the wrong direction. It was now night. Faludi was in the woods. It was cold and snowing. Still flying along the highway, I/Faludi (I definitely was part of her decision making process here) saw a billboard. The billboard was on a 50-foot tall, steel column.

I knew that if I/she grabbed on to the guard rail in front of the walkway before the billboard, I/she could stop the uncontrolled flight and at least get my/her bearings. So Faludi grabbed the railing and did some kind of elastic flip onto the walkway before the billboard.

The walkway was snowy and lit by a few fluorescent flood lamps. Othewise, everything was snowy, cotton-grey dark. Some pine trees may have reached as high as the billboard.

Faludi huddled behind some weird, clear, plastic rectangle which I figured was some kind of a solar panel for powering the billboard's lights. Faludi thought she could call someone, perhaps her husband, to pick her up here. But it was just so cold, and she felt like it would take forever for someone to get here.

I had a false awakening. I was going about my "daily life" when somebody, possibly my mother, told me that Susan Faludi had died. I was really surprised and upset. I regretted the fact that I'd never gotten to meet her.

But it also seemed weird that Faludi should have died. She had always seemed like such a healthy person to me.

Somehow I saw a photo of her -- possibly on the web. The photo showed Faludi in a motorized wheelchair, like they have at the front of grocery stores, the kind that look almost like cars or scooters with baskets on the front. Faludi was overweight, with short, grey hair. She wore a white t-shirt and black slacks, both of which were sloppy and tight on her.

Again, this didn't make sense. I thought, There's no way Faludi could have changed this quickky. I began to doubt seriously whether Faludi was in fact dead.

(Just one small note on this, from November 14th. After looking at some news images, I realize that the image Susan Faludi is hiding behind in the snow is a teleprompter. I'm not sure why a teleprompter is hanging out on a billboard. And I'm not sure why I thought it was a solar panel.

But, then again, I'm still not sure why this dream involved Susan Faludi. The actions in this dream are completely the opposite of what I feel Falud's actions would be. They're more like what I think my own actions would be. So maybe the dream is saying I wish I was like Susan Faludi, but that I'm just still horribly, embarrassingly like myself. Oh, well.)

Very unusual night so this will be an unusual entry. I slept 11h 17m. But I still don't feel rested.

I dreamed that my mother gave birth to a pair of twin girls. I either have a wife or I live with my sister. I also have a son and maybe another daughter. They might be adopted as well. None of my family members look or act as they should. I feel like I'm another person in another family. Anyway, we split the newborn twins so that my mother cares for one and I care for the other. This seems to be a point of contention in the family. I want the children to be raised a certain way while my mother wants another.

Then the dream skips around through the childhood of these children and I get to see the difference between the twin raised by my mother and the one raise by me. I recall one scene where we are outside a movie theater. Our kids get into a fight with a group of bullies. I break up the fight. Then my son starts drawing something on the sidewalk in paint and everyone watches like he's a virtuoso artist.

Throughout the night, this dream theme recurred in different ways. In one, I am sitting in a dark movie theater, watching a movie about the same storyline. My part was played by Dustin Hoffman. Which now reminds me of his portrayal in Death of a Salesman. Something about appearing on the cover of a magazine dressed as an astronaut. In another dream, I am married and either me or my wife is dying of cancer.

I mostly recall that all these dreams were emotionally charged. I have all this anxiety about family and being a father. Today I feel drained and tired.

i dreampt i was like going down this ski hill looking at the terrain park on this hill with my friend trevor's mom and sister but i was also with my other friend cole and trevor was't there so yeah for some reason the mom was like telling her daughter to defeat me with like the jumps or something???
idk it didn't make sense