non-lucid

2017, 04-10

Illegal Trinkets

I am on a motorcycle on my way to work. I still have a long way to go. I look down at the controls between the handlebars, and I see that the check engine light is on. The oil light is also on. There would appear to be some trouble with the engine. I don't think that I can make it all the way to work. So instead, I turn around and head back home. I get home OK, and drive my motorcycle into the carport. The carport has somehow become a garage. I go into the house to say hi to my mom. She doesn't seem surprised that I'm home so early. She behaves as if I've been gone all day. She asked how my day went. I tell her that I never made it to work. She seems to think that stranger than the fact that I got home so quickly. So she continues doing what she had been doing, and I going to my room. I look out my bedroom window and I see something even stranger. We are no longer in a normal house, now we are on a boat. All I can see outside is endless ocean. I don't stop question how our house has become a houseboat. I go outside onto the deck so I can look out over the open ocean. There is a cool breeze blowing in off the ocean. I see another boat approaching ours. I immediately recognized as a merchant boat. Apparently the owner of this merchant boat is hoping to sell us something.

I go to the end of the deck where the other boat is docking. I climb onto the merchant boat and go over to the cabin. There are many different items on display in the cabin. I looked through the different items, looking at various trinkets and knickknacks. There are a lot of interesting things there. As I'm looking through the items, I noticed a few specific ones. I notice a couple of pendants that are shaped like promises that I like. I also see a few little knickknacks that are shaped like. I find a couple of white figurines and look exactly like my white cat Princes. I pick up these items and take them over to the cashier. The cashier is a middle-aged man, and there's a younger woman standing next to him, possibly his daughter. He sells me the items and thanked me for my business, and then I get back onto my own house boat. The merchant boat sales with our boat and disappears into the distance. I finally go back inside the house to see what my mom is up to. I am wondering if it's a bad idea to show her the things I bought. I get the idea she's going to think that I was being foolish. I'm not sure where this feeling comes from. It turns out my mom is not paying any attention to me. I don't think she even realized the merchant boat came back.

I take my purchases into my bedroom and put them on the dresser. I see some strange lights outside. I go over to the window and look out. There are several boats outside circling our houseboat. The other boats have flashing red and blue lights on them, like police vehicles. My mom goes out to meet the police. I stay just out of sight inside the houseboat where I can hear what is being said. The police are looking for some merchant boats that they say have been selling stolen items. I turn and go back inside. The things I bought aren't important to me, so I figure I might as well hand them over to the cops. When I get back into my room, I am surprised to see there is someone else there. The woman from the merchant boat is in my bedroom. She says the police are not really looking for stolen property, they are looking for her. She said she hasn't done anything wrong, but they're planning on getting her locked up regardless. She said she has too much information on a certain conspiracy that's been going on. Now I'm completely unsure of what to do. I wonder if I can even believe with the young woman is saying. She seem sincere, but I have no way of knowing.

I go back out in the other room and I see the cops are in the house now. My mom points towards my room and says the person they are looking for is in there. She then apologizes to me, saying my new friend is a wanted fugitive so we can’t be hiding her. I’m not even sure how my mom knew the woman was in my room. One of the police officers has a staff in his hands. He comes towards me and says to move aside and let him into my room to apprehend the suspect. He doesn’t even wait, however, before using the staff. The staff seems to emit waves of force to both cause pain and push people out of the way. I am annoyed that he went right to using the staff, so I resist, standing up to the waves of force. I don’t even notice much pain. The cop looks annoyed at my resistance and turns up the force. I still notice very little pain and I stand up against the force. The cop glares at me and says I will be arrested, too. I tell him he’ll never find me. Right at that point everything fades and I wake up.

To be honest I don't feel like writing the dreams down or color coding it but I'm going to do it for motivation.

Dream 1

I was with my family and something like a spiritual game was going on. I can't remember what though. Next thing I know I'm in a shopping mall supermarket and looking at the different foods they have on the shelves. What catches my attention is a golden heart box with chocolates inside on the very top of a shelf. I open it and pull out a smaller wrapped candy than jump off and make my way to Dawn and Eye who are talking in my old house living room.

The setting is different now and I became fully lucid. I went into another room once they started arguing though. There I went through the glass window and flew around the house and landed on a gate. I tried to climb it but ended up slipping and grabbed onto something to keep myself stable. "Help me!" I called out for assistance. Dawn came out the house and pulled me up with Eye to his side. We than went to the porch next to my old house and started talking about something when suddenly Dawn changed into a stranger and started running into the street panicking like a barbarian and Eye disappeared. He than came after me with a wooden katana and started pulling me towards the basement of the house. I called for assistance hoping someone would come out my house but no one came. My stomach began hurting as he hit me halfheartedly with the katana.What followed was a middle age tv actress exiting a car in order to pursue the mystery of how I was attacked.


Dream 2
I was in a unfamiliar house on a vacation trip. There I looked out the window to what my younger brother pointed out was the Colombian flag hanging on the top of a pole. It was white with a light blue drawing though in the dream. He said the people put a demon on it and began flinging rocks at it. My mother approved of his actions and I found it concerning till Eye came in the room.
There I sat down and observed as Eye made jokes, laughed and was hyper as ever hovering around. Before I knew it he started shoving strawberries into my mouth. I didn't mind since I like strawberries but he was overdoing it. I told him to stop and asked where Dawn was. He said outside. I looked towards the door to see it a bit open and than looked back to Eye who said he was going to feed me a bunch of them regardless if Dawn was there or not. I than got up, grabbed what I thought was his leg and was about to give him some stern talking to outside but when I looked away than back he was at the door now. I felt he was one step ahead of me as he laughed than told me where he was.

Shrugging it off I went through the walls and he followed. We were now in a distorted room where I had found my cousins. They were arguing about something than suddenly the younger one shape shifted into another guy like in my other dream and went right for me. With a remote I tried to push the dc back but I couldn't hold my laughter in anymore. It was funny to watch him acting like a barbarian. Before I could finish laughing I woke up though.

Dream 3

I was babysitting two kids and sleeping over at their house as if I was their nanny. They were on their way to school as I searched for a phone. As they pulled something out of a back pack hanging on a green dining chair I looked away as to not be rude or make them scared some how. I was nervous but after waiting a bit I mustered up the courage to ask for the phone. The boy pointed to a black phone hiding in a couch pocket. I nodded than took the phone about to call my parents when I realized I was in a dream and wanted to try calling Dawn since I haven't done it in a while.

However, a old styled silver phone caught my attention. It was connected to a white rectangular thing with a metal circle on it. I assumed I had to put my hand on it to feel a stronger connection to someone while I used it. As I waited and concentrated someone picked up the phone. At first it sounded like they were speaking gibberish though. I said speak in English and they did though. They than asked me who I was. I said who I was but their voice faded as they kept talking. I woke up after that. I tried going back to sleep and saw a moving image of a room with a crack on the floor that let out blue light. But than I stopped and just got up.

D1 - On top of a mountain, a glassless dirt slope. Louie is looking at me, he has been waiting. I see he has drawn a zillion pictures on peices of paper for me while he has been waiting. He is funny as ever.

WBTB
D2 - I am on another pile of earth, this time way smaller. It looks like its ready to be used to landscape someones garden or something but there is far to much.
I realise i'm lucid 1st person and look around. I'm in my parents neighbours front garden. I have an idea of doing something but feel I can't do it till my parents are still around. I wait looking through the tree branches dividing the properties until they leave in a small grey green sports car (lol my dad would never have a car like that). I zip round to their house, running and enter a long hallway which is not there. The house is now modern and all the walls are bare wood. As I rush along I remember to try and stabilise, so I touch the walls and look at the detail. There are too many people about so I go into another room and lock the door. I then do some mind control. To soon the scene zips into 3rd person and becomes dark around the edges, as though in a tunnel. I feel I have lost lucidity and it is to late to affect things. And sure enough my belief makes it so.

Recall Begins:

I am a young girl, perhaps 13~15. I find a family that lives in hideaways and works in large steel barns, creating dubious devices. They are a form of Mafia, but take me in as one of their own. One day, I walked out to the barns to see the things they were creating there. This was a heinous act against the rules, as I was told many times to never look there. I walked straight into the final barn in the row of perhaps 6 barns and saw something that attested to the evil of the family. What it was I can not recall. When I saw it, I ran from those who were in the barn, but they've got backup from where I came from before I could push through that way. Instead, I turned my path toward the nearest person coming, jumped into the air as I traveled, and attempted to land a curled fist straight into their face. However, I have troubles aiming in dreams. Extreme problems. I may have become moderately lucid at this point, as I rewind the dream repeatedly until my fist connects, hard. More backup arrives and I take a similar approach with these men, utilizing attack moves that look more like break dancing than fighting, but it got the job done. I continue to run, and make it to the children's dwelling area.
I can see that some of my friends want to help me, but also fear greatly the punishment for disobedience. The dwelling itself is technically hidden within a secret chamber, but enough people knew about it that I knew at least someone would know where to find me. I am most certainly lucid by this point, as I vividly recall declaring within that this is a dream, and that if I expect to find another, new hidden passageway in the wall I was reaching for, that I would find one. Lo and behold,
the solid wall I was fast approaching gave way as a door, and I was able to slip into a new room.I am not sure what my state of lucidity is from this point on, but I know that the thoughts as they occur do not reflect either my waking state thoughts or that of the dream character I had become. Instead of remaining in secrecy, by some thought,
I decided to relinquish dream control, and the walls of the new room faded away. Some children found me, and reported me, bringing me before the council. The punishment for this crime, and I knew it before I had done the thing which I did,
was as thus: to receive a bite from a highly venomous snake which they nurtured in a fountain centered in the council circle. I felt a sense of deja vu at this point as if I had experienced this plot before somehow, perhaps having read it in a book at some point. Knowing what would happen next, I stepped, with some trepidation, into the fountain. I backed out a few times, but the third time I boldly stood as the snake latched onto my right index finger.The pain hurt greatly, but also not at all. I knew that it was a dream again, and knowing that my fate involved a painful and long duration of agony, filled with feverish fits, pain, loneliness, and thoughts that I would likely die, I choose to dissolve the mafia, their council, and evidence of their ever existing from the dream. Again, these thoughts do not reflect my own as I would reason but seemed to be of the dream character this time. With the Mafia's influence erased, the steel barns were re-written as the new setting for the rest of the dream to follow.I am no longer lucid after the jump,
and unsure of what character I am. There are two other individuals with me, one 20-year-old junkrat who's crazy blond afro gave her a reckless air when combined with her ratty tank top and torn jeans. She had a natural affinity for taking apart and building things with total junk, which may have included the Gatling gun slung on her hip like I had my handguns. The other appeared to be aged 28, darkly moody, and dangerous. Like me, he wielded dual handguns, which were concealed within his black coat. I presumed the coat's color was picked to match his hair color, but he corrected me in saying it was to match his pants. Aside from that, he was in charge of carrying around Junkrat's tools, such as a tremendously oversized bolt-cutter used on my highschool's pop machine. It was as we were taking parts out of said pop machine that we were rudely interrupted by about half the student body. For some reason, I think some of them had guns.
They surrounded our group, with the likely intent to either take us custody or kill us, neither which option seemed particularly appealing. I tried a desperado to fend them off, which failed and I had to reload. After the reload, I was on the other side of one of the groups surrounding ours, and from this spot, I noticed a little girl, perhaps 8 years old. She wore a distinctly colorful outfit, that gave off an anime character vibe. She then merged into the story as if she had been there the whole time, and was a part of our ragtag trio. She then proceeded to "help us out" by emitting a voice which had the effect of paralyzing all the other students. Somehow, the next thing I can recall is one by one shooting each student in the head,
possibly because the paralysis has a limited time effect, and this would be our only chance (but why not run?). After dispatching most of the students there, I walk up the ramp and head to Math class like nothing happened. Principal M is teaching the class, and I see my old buddy Del there. Principal M gets after him, probably for being a trouble maker,
before beginning the class. I take a test for a few minutes, before the entire east wall dissappears, and we are very high up. The class notices some power line workers standing in this weird contraption, where two guys have to hold up each side which they're standing in, while the other works in the middle. The are also very, very high off the ground, about 100 meters up and 100 meters away from us. Suddenly, one man loses his position and tumbles off. The contraption is no longer stable, and the other two fall off as well. The entire class watches in horror as these guys fall to their deaths far below. Somehow, it was much more shocking than shooting half the school. As we look at their corpses below, suddenly,
they stand up, perfectly fine. Principal M then explains that he had given each of them a wind rune, so that they wouldn't be hurt by falling.

Recall Ends.

Dream Journals

Had an almost insta WILD when I closed my eyes. I felt myself lucid holding a mouse and could see that the webpage was on DV. To test wether i was in the dream i moved my mouse and clicked the dream journals button. I saw Twoshadows had a DJ entry and went to click it when I woke up

ATM

Dreamed I was at an ATM machine withdrawing $60. A lot more bills came out and a lot of them were $50s I then realized I must have accidentally withdrawn $600 instead...

Brother's Games

Recall Begins:

A vast world spreads before me. From the heights above the treetops rises a great plateau, towering above the pathway upon which I stand. I Know that I must scale this great wall before me, with nothing but a parasail, stamina, and great determinat... wait a second, this is another one of those "Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild" dreams. Jeez, I haven't played that game in weeks and it's still the physics engine my mind chooses for everything.
/jump/
I make my way up a mountain trail with light shrubbery about. Up the trail, there is a checkpoint, to stop and inspect travelers. I know they're searching for me. Nonetheless, I continue up the way until I arrive at their inspection station, where they begin searching my goods. They're checking my things, which I'm not too worried about, but I'll be in trouble should they decide to pat me down, for concealed within my sleeve is a home phone. The shape of the phone protrudes through the fabric, but I stand on the other side of them in hopes they will not spot it. I feel its buttons against my skin within my tunic, and I am severely startled when they begin to pat me down. Surely, like this, they will find the home phone concealed on my person. When all hope seems to be lost, I re-initialize the dream, sending the guards back to their original positions, not knowing I was ever there. I had all my things back, but one thing remained: my position within space remained the same, and as I was standing on the other side of the guard station, I had managed to slip past them. I continue onwards into the cabin which they had been so zealously guarding. Once inside, I find /...fragmented details.../ in the entry way. Up the stairs, however, I find a console, running a copy of my brother's game "The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess". Of course, with his permission, I fire the game up and begin playing, although the game's graphics felt a lot more like "Ocarina of Time".

Recall Ends.

Trump's Gopher

I traveled from my home to my day job, a 7-3 shift as a crew trainer for Donald Trump's Cabinet. I was still being trained on the position myself, by my waking world coworker J and some other guy whom I do not know. I also sucked tremendously, but Mr. Trump himself was much too busy to take notice and fire me. For the job itself, I had to appear to be a girl. Not entirely sure why, but one blond wig and a costume change later I was working hard at my job to... erm, actually, nobody ever came. I mostly just got paid to snoop around Mr. President's communication equipment he used to send messages to Vladimir Putin. Instead of using old school, U.N. approved touch tone wires to send messages, this setup sent the message by LED cables (wtf????). These cables looked quite spectacular, with towers soaring across the wide mountain range away from the high altitude plateau upon which we built the... some kind of administrative office, but it was definitely like a ski lodge. When I got home, my family seemed to have left on a vacation without telling me where or why. Dream me took no issues with this, and instead headed to the basement to play a game like "Space Engineers", but also it was "League of Legends" and I was a Singed player chasing down a Lux. I almost had her, when these weird bug robot things started flipping me over their heads, and they just kept doing that for awhile (during this process I was moved inside a kind of land rover). Eventually, my craft ran out of hp, but it didn't explode until they were done tossing me. Then the ship and I were transported to my starter platform (all still in my basement), where I tried fixing the ship up for another round of getting tossed around by the bug robots. After 3 times of this, and having to scour for materials each time, I just started taking the ship apart so I could build something new with the components. The frame fits quite snuggly as a house roof.

Recall Ends.

Recall Begins:

In the online MMORPG Ragnarok Online, I am leveling a Magic build Doram Summoner in what appears to be low-TI (level 71-100). I'm not level 100 yet, as I don't have any charms to reduce my cast times for CNM, and so I am having trouble solo leveling without a Morpheus Set or Doram Set. I travel some distance away to escape the mobs and find a location with a small building and seating. The camera angle shifts down, and now I am no longer a Doram, but me. Managers R and A are there, but largely ignore me after a hurried greeting. Two of my buddies from high school, D & J are distinctly present, and I feel that there were others present from my school as well. I spoke with them for some time before the recall ends.

Dream Fragments

There were two dream fragments that were definitely together as one dream at one point, but I simply cannot recall enough details. One was on a serene mountainscape, with high rising cliff faces enclosing me in, except on the back face from which I hiked up. In fact, the entire dream itself for awhile may have just been a nature hike.

The second portion's recall begins with me getting into a fight with a Korean boy about ~17 years in age. I hop into a truck and try to drive him down. I chase him all the way from the calm mountain side into a populated city core, before plowing into an empty department store, picking him up by the throat (while driving) and then losing recall.

Recall Ends.

I was living in this glamour palace like condo's. But each one looked way bigger inside than outside. I had multiple pools & walkways. It was like a utopian society if I was to liken it to something. Beautiful landscaping. I was showing my family around & I had babies. Then I realize I have another house because someone asks me what I'm going to do about my dogs in the other house. It's another glamorous place but it's a house. I then realize I'm dreaming because I don't have any dogs anymore. And like right on cue Meesha cat wakes me up, lol. I tried to go back into the dream but I couldn't keep it stable enough so after a few minutes I just gave up & got up. It was getting rather dark & sad. I've had enough of dark & sad lately in my real life so I sure as hell don't need it in my dreams.

I've been watching shows like "Beachfront Properties" & other shows like this so it's no wonder I'd dream of this.

I was in a house with three floors. Agent from Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D was looking after some captured monsters. First I was just an observer in this world. I was invisible to others, but had a physical form. I was wearing headphones and believed I was seeing an episode of the tv show I mentioned earlier. Through my headphones I heard Cryaotic. He made me pay attention to the shadows of the characters in this house. I saw a knife appear in the shadow of the agent. Cry said it was a sign of death. Seeing that knife meant the agent was going to die and there was nothing that could stop it. I threw my headphones off, I didn't want spoilers, but I kept hearing Cry even without wearing them. No one in the house saw or heard the headphones, I was like a ghost.

I saw the monsters upstairs. They somehow got free from their shackles. One of them was a fit looking blonde haired woman with a long row of sharp teeth. They started sneaking down the stairs. I got flashes of shadows. Knives slowly appeared from everyone's shadow. I felt intense fear. Whatever was creeping behind these shadows was something powerful. The monsters found knives and the agent sleeping downstairs. I woke up before they killed him.

Morning of April 10, 2017. Monday.



I am aware that I will be doing some sort of test or writing assignment (as apparently I am still in school) and I go into a store to buy a pencil. The cashier is Patrick S, my foreman (from Northern Engraving) who shot himself years ago.

There are three rectangular display wells on one side (in a connected sequence), with at least the middle one having several pencils in various conditions. I pick out a new yellow pencil that is not sharpened and which is featureless at both ends (that is, with no eraser on either end). I am thinking that there may not be a way to sharpen it (after being back in the classroom) in order to do my work. The cashier tells me that it is ten cents. As I pay him, I see that the pencil is now sharpened but is barely long enough to hold onto but also has an eraser. It seems odd but I do not put it back. The lead (graphite) is somewhat blunt and partly covered by the wood as well. Still, I do not complain (as I may be able to write with it as is) and take it with me back to the unfamiliar school. (I have a brief thought that the cashier might say something about the condition of the pencil but he does not.)

Back in the classroom, I see that there are already suitable sharpened pencils for the students, one near each empty seat, so I take one to use as I sit down. The teacher sits at my table, directly across from me. Oddly, he is also Patrick S (though implied to be a different person than the cashier). I do not consciously notice this impossibility. We each have some sort of workbook. The teacher (not having the answer at hand) is also to do the work at the same time as the students. He tells us that the work is on page 164. Even though we all go to page 164 in our own copy of the book, I notice that the number is 154 when looking later. (Still, I stay on that page.)

The task involves finishing a logic puzzle with a fishing theme. The entire page is filled with clues in the form of sentences, yet none of them relate directly to the solution other than one of the last clues (second or third from the bottom), which mentions catfish, largemouth bass, smallmouth bass, and a weight value (of the catfish). The entire table (with at least six events, perhaps eight) is apparently to have (at least) the person’s name, the kind of fish they caught, its weight, and the location it was caught. I look it over and find it rather strange. There are no names of people or places that I can discern in the clues so how would one be able to complete the table?

The teacher cheerfully mentions to me that there is more on other pages. I notice a couple blank tables on the next page but I do not know if it relates to the task at hand. Perhaps he means that I can do a different puzzle on one of the other pages, but I do not say anything and mostly regard the fishing-themed one.

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What am I "fishing for" here? My transient temporary dream self (a different incarnation in each dream, often which has no association with current conscious self identity), also known as the "personified subconscious", does not really exist, thus I am in the puzzled state (which does not occur in all dreams), seeking the return to my conscious self identity (otherwise known as waking up from sleep, literally). The part where the pencil changes has the essence of non-lucid dream control.

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2017, 04-07

Going Tiny

I am in my house, but it is not the current one, it is a house I lived in many years ago. The house was located on a large plot of land in northern Utah, covered with many oak trees surrounding the house. I am out to the side of the house where there is a trail leading off into the trees. I look around and I see my mother and my brother (who has been dead for 8 years) are both there. They are packing things into large hiking backpacks and talking about what things we are taking with us and what things we are leaving behind. As I listen to them, I gather that we are moving into a tiny house and we can only take with us what we can fit in our hiking backpacks. I think this is really strange as John hasn’t been living with us for quite a while. My mom and John are now discussing where John is supposed to put all of his shoes, though I don’t remember him having an inordinate number of shoes. We manage to put on our backpacks, and I notice mine is quite heavy. I then remember that my gaming laptop is in there, and that is a heavy item, but there’s no way I’d leave it behind. We start heading off down a sandy path that supposedly leads to our new tiny house, but I never get to see it because I wake up.

TV

Just a dream of me and Asuka watching Bjork music videos. One in particular I remember was "birthday" by the sugarcubes. When Bjork get's to the chorus which is a series of melodic screams like a 5 year old would, she would get out of breath and couldn't sing it right.

This one was few days ago:

DR:
I am standing in an opening in a stone wall. Looks medieval. I'm carefully looking out, shielding myself with my large, round battle axe. There is a horde of people dressed in bear skins and similar attire, rounding a corner with their weapons raised above their heads. As they come near, a woman aims at the opening and starts shooting arrows with a bow.

Last night:
DR1:
I'm in my childhood house with my brother. We start to notice that items are rearranging themselves. New items appear that we have never seen before. I want my brother to hand me my phone so we can call our parents, but my phone was rearranged.

I notice our front door is not fully closed. I look outside and I hear someone coming up the stairs. I get scared, but then I see it's my dad.

DR2:
I'm visiting someone in their apartment. Talking to this girl, it turns out she is a lucid dreamer. We talk about how to pronounce DILD, WILD and DEILD. What's her method and something about "if we were dreaming now"...

DR3:
I'm in a same or similar apartment as dream before. Someone is at the door. They open to see and it's about 8 pot head hippies. They want to close the door, not let them in, but somehow they push their way in. So they let the hippies use the fax or whatever they wanted. I'm thinking, wow, if they wanted to hurt me, there is nobody to stop them.

Another knock on the door. Its the satan. They don't want to let him in either, haha, but they can't say no. I think nopenopenope and I walk out the door. But there is his wife. I knew her name in a dream. She offers to walk me out, and again i"m nopenope. Then I realize if she wanted to, she can just appear anywhere while I'm going down the stairs couple of floors.

Then I woke up and was time for work. Thank god.

It started with me waking up from my bed. The blue sky is dim as if it will turn night soon. I look around and see a phone, however I assume it is my brother instead of mine. I hear words and people as I put my head back down to the pillows below. I think of my mother and father and offcially get out of bed to greet them. As I am out and about, I see my mother reorganizing the refrigerator. Talking with my father about outside stuff, things I didn't care to pay much attention to. I walk over to get something to drink, to where my father addressed to how I've messed up on something. I can no longer remember what it was about.

But when I heard it I became agitated and eventually slam my fist on the counter. My mother said "looks like he is at it again" As my father simply sigh in a gesture to say this wasn't the first time I acted out. Looks like I'm a hot head in this one I thought to myself. That is when my brother came down stairs from the shadowy corners. He and I greeted each other but then walk off and for an unknown reason both I and my parents had a desire to follow him. We did which led us to a holographic image appearing infront us like some future tec stuff. It showed my brother bashing a flower set up in anger.

We continue to watch and then I came in to the picture, I look a bit younger and so did my brother. My brother had stormed out somewhere and my younger self followed. I and my parents along with my brother both followed as well. I came close to the younger me and touch his clothes. That's when he became even younger and my holo brother was looking to fight. That's when my lucidity began, my parents did not know what was happening. I told them this is a vision my brother is having. I told my brother to hurry up and complete this so we can all wake up.

My borther look at me and gave me the ok face. He and I both walk up to the card that we knew would be the exit. My brother read of the bar code which should release us. As he had done so I began to feel faint and very light. After that I had awoken to where my lucidity was no more. My family and I all appeared to be in the mouth of a serpant dragon. The monster then spit us all out except for this one guy with torn up clothes and long blonde hair. I could sense his intentions were to stay with it for I don't know. After this happened I had awaken again, but chose to not open my eyes. Instead I use my loud neighbors as an advantage.

I knew I would wake up like this sooner or later. Instead of lying there thinking about how much I hate them. I'll use them for a skill I never was very good at. With not much effort, I lay there and ponder what trigger thought should be the one to shoot me in to a dream. That's when I could feel myself needing to use the restroom slightly. Ah, that's a good thought to use as it has a feeling as well. Before I knew it, I had enter a dream and was using the restroom. It work with my eyes shock, hoping that I wasn't actually wetting myself. But I doubt it as the liquid look to fake round like. Before I could look around a lot, I had woken up again due to another disturbance from the waking world.

EXT. RESTAURANT - DAY

I discuss lucid dreaming with my friend, Brooklyn, mentioning dream control. "For instance," I explain, "If I were having a lucid dream right now, I could say, 'Let me see a green blimp in the sky with a giraffe in the gondola,' and it might appear--maybe."

Brooklyn seems mildly impressed. "Do you have to pray to make such things happen?" she asks.

"Well, I just sort of talk to myself--to my subconsciousness," I tell her.

[Next time, demonstrate the reality check, please!]