non-lucid

I was participating in the Tour de France, except there were no bicycles involved. At first I was swimming in a river. There were other people swimming around me, including little babies and their mothers. The babies were eligible for a special award if they could swim well on their own, but in one case we noticed the mother secretly helping her infant by supporting it from under the water, so it was disqualified.

I didn't like being stuck in a group of people, so I exerted some effort to swim ahead of them and find my own space. It made me think about the huge variation in human athletic ability. In a long distance race like this, some people were already hours ahead. I figured I was probably somewhere in the middle, and I was sure that there would still be people hours behind me. I didn't feel any pressure to compete against others or try to finish the race quickly; it felt like the sort of event that one could complete at one's own speed.

Under the water I could see seaweed in a form that resembled bundles of thick green ropes, stretching endlessly in the direction the river flowed. They looked like they were flowing along too, so I grabbed them to see if I could catch a ride, but they were moving slower than I could swim on my own so I let go again. The race course led me out of the river and now I was running on land down a quiet little house-lined street, like a small village.

I was still thinking about that strange ropy seaweed. It had reminded me of thick cables of the sort that might carry electricity or another kind of signal. What would it be like if our society used biological materials like this for our technological infrastructure? I decided to try out the material, so I manifested a hand made out of the same stuff as the seaweed. It resembled a human hand in shape but was not connected to a body, and was light green in color. Mischievously, I made the hand crawl up the porch of the nearest house and pull the string of the bell that hung on the doorframe.

The door opened, and inside I was surprised to see that the one who opened it was not a human but a chicken, an ordinary-looking hen. She must have been a Plymouth Rock, judging from her black and white barred plumage. It reminded me of a silly line I'd heard somewhere, so I joked, "There's nobody here but us chickens!" She didn't make any response—maybe she didn't know that one?—and I was still running so I soon passed by.

10,25,14

Last night bed = not sure.

I wasn§t gonna write this down, but I keep coming back to it all day long.

DR
I am on the bottom part of a bridge, that is like an overpass. It goes higher and then down on the other side. There is a lot of people sitting, leaning with their backs to the solid concrete rail of the road and bridge.

I don§t know what are we doing there. I don't feel comfortable, but I'm accepting it because I think it's my new reality. Someone offers me a yellow pill. It's oval and something is written on it. Some kind of a drug thats taken illegaly. I don't really have any feeling about it. I don't think I'm thinking very clearly. Some kind of a shock from this new reality and just rolling with the punches. I don't know if I took it, but someone says he takes it for hallucinations. So i think I didn't take it, and I said something like pfff.

Then we are still on the roadway. We find a bench to sit on, because we are going to eat soon and we want to have a place to sit. There are booth with food.

Non-Dream Dream

I am meditating and it causes me to float. I float over to my parents house in Anaheim and pee in their shower. We start playing a card game that I am making up as we go. It uses baseball cards. One player puts a card down and the next person has to match the card #, team, jersey #, lefty/right, etc (players choice). My dad argues with me saying that David Ortiz bats righty.

My recall sucks again cause I didn't write it down in the morning.
I remember that first when I started to fall asleep I heard and saw something about germany going against the U.S and becoming a world power. Than fell asleep and woke up not remembering what I dreamt about.

After I went back to sleep though I recall being with a old friend I think...He was protecting me from something in the dream...Maybe from a monster that wanted my blood.Than at some point we were in my house and I was showing him some drawings and he was showing me his. But the drawings were all in jumbled small pieces of papers so I said it would be best to throw it out. But he told me not to because they were really good and I worked hard to draw it. I agreed and decided not to throw it out. Than something else happened and at the end I was at my house and I was mad at my cousins so I told them to move so I can eat cake at the table. They moved and fixed the table for me so I could eat. Than I woke up.

There was a satanic cult that operated in a small rural community close to where I live. Their order of ceremonies insisted that at each service the members of the society must watch Wes Anderson's film "Fantastic Mr. Fox". It was a requirement. Not a single service went by without a screening of it. I remember thinking to myself, "This should make some awesome trivia on the movie's page on IMDb. Those cultists must know that movie inside and out! I wonder why it's so important to them."

This blond-haired boy gymnast was hanging upside down by his feet in a gym. He was wearing some tight-fitting athletic garb that looked sort of like a speedo. Then this girl came up to him and started kissing him. She also kissed him in some of his more private places. It was embarrassing.

Then I was sitting in possibly the coolest room I've ever been in in a dream. It had an extremely low ceiling, so that I had to bend over even when I was sitting cross legged on the floor. Everything was made of wood and painted black. The only light came from the ceiling which was covered in these glowing, multicolored geometric designs. They looked sort of like Indian henna art, and it covered the whole ceiling and sort of swirled around.

Then that same girl that had kissed the blond boy came in through a trap door in the floor. She sort of started flirting with me. She mentioned that sweethearts like to lie on their backs together and watch the ceiling as the designs swirled around. She also mentioned several times that she just wanted to "eat me up".

I was driving down a busy interstate at about 80 mph very late at night. I was going around a big turn in the road. I was passing people right and left, so I was having to swerve a lot. Nobody's tail lights seemed to be working, so I just had to guess at where they were. It was freaky.

My family and I were shopping at Walmart. My mom forbade me to ever use DreamViews again. I protested that it helped me in learning how to lucid dream and I had a dream journal there. But she forbade it. So I left a notice on the site that I wouldn't be posting anymore, and deleted my account.

Hagrid from Harry Potter was standing by what looked like a laundry or garbage shoot. He shouted, "All aboard for Hogwarts!" Then Professor McGonagall appeared carrying about five little kids in her arms. They all yelled in delight, "Yaaay!! YaaaaY!!! We're all going to HOGWARTS!!!" Then she shoved them down the shoot. She started laughing and said, "oh, they're so cute! Bless them! They wanted to go to Hogwarts, and we sent them there!"

I was chronically ill, and this girl I like was taking care of me. She and I went to this hugely fancy gala at a big mansion.

I made a VFX shot in which I cloned myself multiple times.

A lady was very sick and needed a back brace. To get her one, a man removed all his ribs and made her one out of them.

This kid had a flamethrower and was walking around with it. Then suddenly he DIDN'T have a flamethrower, and instead he had a can of beans. He set it down on a chair, but it floated about a foot above it. Then I went over and picked up the can and set it back down. This time it floated about five or six feet in the air. I figured the can was resting on the head of some terrifying five-foot-tall monster standing on the chair, and I got irrationally scared. I woke up.

I was at a church on a rainy day. A 12-year-old girl was giving a sermon on an impending stock market crash. My sister didn't like the sermon so she left and went outside and started collecting acorns that had fallen on the ground.

Then I dreamed I texted the girl I like and told her about the dreams I had about her earlier that night. She said she had dreamed about me too.

I owned an antique shop called Little Ghost.

A hillbilly set himself up as the self-appointed god of the world. He called himself "The Right". His daughter was his most faithful follower.

One of my friends had a really weird picture of a fox hung on a wall in his room.

I had these HUGE biceps, but I was sorely disappointed because they weren't big enough.

I was reading a children's book based on the Pixar movie Brave.

This girl I like turned herself into an animal for fun, and she suggested I do the same. I met her out in a field by a fence row. She was a beautiful exuberant fox, and she was excited to see me. I tried turning into a fox, but I ended up as a... fish.

I dreamed I was working on a farm with a good friend of mine and his father. His father was pulling something with a tractor. Suddenly, he made a sharp right turn and the tractor tipped over on its side. The father wasn't hurt, but my friend was. I started crying and ran to him and picked him up in my arms. He was pinned under the tractor and unconscious. He had been very close to being crushed by a tire. It seemed, though, that he would probably heal in time.

I was showing director Wes Anderson around our house, and he was entranced by a moving picture of a train that we had hanging on our wall. He commented that he "liked the framing". I'm not sure if it was in reference to the composition of the picture or the picture frame it was hung in.

Another of my friends and his sister and I and another guy were sitting at a table in a cold room with a radio. It was raining outside. The guy turned on the radio, and a classical station came on, playing Bach's Air for G String. The song made me soooo sad, and I started to cry. The sister moved closer to me and comforted me.

My mother and sister and I were watching a movie together. It was kind of a creepy show. Then my sister gave a sort of whimper, reached over to me and pointed to something behind me. I looked. There was a shadow on the wall that bore a striking resemblance to the evil monster thing in the movie. I got scared and woke up.

I went to sleep around ten last night and woke up at five.

DF: Something about a man in black standing in the distance.

I stayed up for an hour and went back to sleep, and then woke up at eight.

DF: Something was going on and I wanted to sleep, so I went in a bedroom and did that.

Dream: Several of my friends and I went to a camp that was most likely located in Tennessee. I remember Jasper (my best friend), Cho, and Jackson (from school) coming with me. My parents were also there, except being there forced them into younger bodies and mindsets. After she spent a little time there my mother was ready to return to the real world, but Daddy wanted to stay.

Campers stayed in fairly large cabins, most of which were bigger than a lot of houses, and they were all separated depending on age and gender. At some point during the night Jackson's group picked their cabin from the inside and moved it to where we were. The girls and I seen it from the windows and were mostly impressed as they managed the feat again.

In fact, I was so impressed that I wanted to see if I could do it, too. I walked over to one of the walls (wooden, of course, and a very dark brown) and placed my palms on it, pushing it upward. I'm not sure if it worked or not, but it may have.

The next day we were eating (I'm not sure if this was breakfast, lunch, or supper). The cafeteria looked very much like my school's, except campers were allowed to eat in the back (and at my school they aren't). I wanted to speak with Jasper but it was very difficult to find him, so we talked on the phone while we both walked around the cafeteria, attempting to locate the other. At some point I did find him, yet he always walked away from me even if I told him to stop, and I think he changed his appearance a tiny bit so that it was harder for me to find him.

Finally, camp was over and we were meant to go back home. Everyone crowded out into the afternoon. There were quite a few cabins, which I hadn't realized prior to then, and also an oak tree in the center of the camp. Forest was all around us, but there was a dirt road that went into the area. We were waiting for our rides to come pick us up. I was by Cho.

Well, we seen cars driving fast and a camp-cop stopped many of them and let a few through, and the campers who were going to ride with them hopped on in and they all drove off. This happened a few more times, until finally Cho and I were the only ones left in the camp. We realized that we were going to have to walk all the way back home, and stated going down the road.

It was very steep, but thankfully at a certain point a fence that was meant to be barbed wire in the dream appeared to our left, which was good because it was easy to hold onto it while we climbed. Occasionally there were holes in the fence which led to certain things, though I'm not sure what. Eventually, right before Cho and I hit an extremely steep hill, she said, "I'm so glad that we found Liberty Land."

Now, the Liberty Land that she was speaking of is shut down now, but I went to it twice or thrice as a younger child with my parents. I was in front of her, facing the hole (she only knew it was there, she couldn't see). Although I don't remember there being a ceiling, or any other cover, it was nighttime in the hole and the afternoon outside of it. It was a huge circle, and I could make out stripes of red and white and squares of blue with stars in them, and the entire deal was covered in white fluffy stuffing--the same stuffing one finds in stuffed toys. I realized that it would be easy, so easy, to hide in Liberty Land to rest. I climbed in, but didn't get far.

An elderly woman with gray-white hair, elastic light blue jeans, and either a pink or green shirt materialized in front of me, and told me that it would not be wise to stay there. I understood and believed her and turned around to go just as Cho was about to climb in (it didn't seem as though she could see the woman). I briefly wondered who she was, and thought that she might be the ghost of one of the people who died from the rides.

As soon as we got out, we turned behind us and seen several girls getting into cars--neither of which had been there previously. We joined them.

I'm not sure if Cho turned into Gail or if Gail was merely already in the car, but she and I went to my place, where I ate stale popcorn and she watched the Bonds Naruto movie.

DF: My parents are fighting and I warn them that if they don't stop I'll call the cops, but they don't mind me. I grab my phone and walk out the door, which opens up to the break area at my school. My phone doesn't seem to be working at all, because I can't get to where I need to to dial 911.

I was in a building and could hear a lot of panic and yelling. There was this guy in a orange jump suit sort of similar looking in prison that was talking to me. We began to argue and not long we start to fight. After about 30 seconds of brawling we both heard the police squad bashing through the doors. So I quickly pulled out my hand gun and shot him twice in the chest. That's when the police finally manage to break the door we were in, however before I realize it I got shot across my neck by the guy in orange jump suit. I fell down and couldn't get up. I saw him tumble back down on the bed and black out. My eyes were close but I could tell one police officer approach me due to feeling their hand across my neck to see if I were alive. That's when I open my eyes and tried to get up. The struggle of getting up gave me time to think as I was still holding my hand gun and notice the police were not doing anything to stop me. That's when I realize what was going on. I was dreaming but the consciousness for some reason was not trying to reach me. As I tried to think why? My lucidity quickly went away and I fell back to the ground while blacking out. That's when one of the police officers came and attempt to help me stand up. I once again tried to get on my two feet wondering what's going to happen next. In till I realize again what I was doing here before I lost lucidity. I got the same feeling that the consciousness was trying to forcefully leave again. I started saying why am I not able to stay long in this lucid dream? I quickly look at the guy who shot me lying in bed. I announce to myself that I would make sure I finish him before losing consciousness again. I pulled my hand toward his direction and I got on the bed. It felt very difficult to move but I manage to do it. That is when I aim it toward his chest and shot him twice. I then gave in and lost lucidity as I lied down on the bed. That's when I felt the sensation that someone was getting up from the bed. Then I felt a foot knock me off the bed to the floor. The police started yelling he is still alive and could hear the guy in orange shooting at them. I then got up off the floor and tackle the man from shooting. I ask him how is he still alive? He shoves me off and points to the black looking armor on the bed. I remember thinking what are the odds of this? That's when one cop was brave enough to come in and tried to forcefully cuff and arrest the man in orange however before I could help the man in orange already threw him off. He looks at me and says the armor is pretty handy. I then have an FA and woke up seeing my father. I told him I didn't mean to use his blankets and explain why I had to. Then before I knew it I was awake. Lucidity Time: 13 seconds.

So, I wake up three times this night - at around midnight, at around 3:30am and at around 5:30/6:00am - but can remember only one dream. And I can remember some images of an other dream, but I can't tell what's happening.

So, I was in a equestrian center. They gave me a horse. It was white (or a light color). But it was too tall and I couldn't ride it. So I was searching for help and I found a girl. But the girl was a little weird, like she was wearing wedges and the sole of these wedges was almost 2m high. I can't remember what she told me. After that, two girls came with their parents and two horses. These horses were tall enough for me, so I could ride them. I choose a brown one. I rode it and went with the others. One of them was a girl of my first middle school. Her name is Préscillia and I haven't see her for like 4 or 5 years, and I wasn't even close to her... After that, I think I woke up, because I don't remember anything else...

I am playing a video game that has become very popular called 'Tesser'. It starts off with a cut-scene where a character (who looks like Marcus) explains the dimensions. If you draw a dot, it exists in no dimensions. If you draw a second dot and connect them you make a line; that exists in one dimension. If you draw a second line and connect them, you make a square; that exists in two dimensions. If you draw a second square and connect them, that makes a cube; and it exists in three dimensions. If you draw a second cube, and connect them; you create a tesseract.
Now, the paper you are drawing your shapes on. Just as the paper you are drawing on looks two dimensional, if you look closely it is actually a little bit three dimensional. In the same way, three dimensional reality is a little bit fourth-dimensional. That is how the fictional company in the game was able to make a tesseract and travel to parallel dimensions.
In the game, you walk around a three-dimensional world, but everything is tinted a color. When you tesseract, the tint changes. So you have a Red,Yellow,Green,Cyan,Blue, and Magenta dimension. And they are all slightly different versions of the level, so you can say for instance come across a gap. In one dimension, it might be a wide, impassible gap, but in another dimension there might be a bridge across it.
But you will die if you tesseract yourself over-top a hazard or inside a wall. Also you can only move to dimensions close to you in color. For example, if you are in the green dimension, you can only move to the blue and the yellow dimensions.

I am watching an anime. It stars me, and is supposed to be about my ventures in lucid dreaming. I am in the woods with an old man and am carrying a shotgun. The old man is one of the sensei/master types and he his helping me hunt little demons that stop me from lucid dreaming. He says he has a surprise at the end.
We end up killing a very unsatisfying amount of lucid demons this time around. Just as we are getting ready to leave, he spots a demon owl. My character looks through the scope and sees a magnificent white creature roosting on a high branch.
"Are you sure that's a lucid demon?"
"Yes, now shoot it before it flies away!"
He fires, and then lowers the gun, and when he does Manei has taken the place of the owl. She feels for her chest and sees the blood pouring from it. She falls off of the branch and into a deep thicket.
My character screams "NOOO!!!"
He turns to the Sensei character who is smiling evily. As soon as he sees the evil smile he blows his head off with the shotgun at point blank, and then falls over and stars crying. There is one of those shots of the eyes that they give at emotional moments in animes.
A thick fog rolls in and all of the shots are upside down. Some of them have glitches, as if there are scratches on the CD or something. There is some music playing that is supposed to be sad but it sounds like a very distorted synth piece. It was at that point that I decided that I wanted to 'turn off' the anime, and that I hated it. But I couldn't.
...
The scene of Manei being shot repeated over and over. I kept on trying to stop it.
...
My character had gone to lucid dreaming "hell" for killing his dream guide. I became more aware that this was a dream and gained a degree of control over my character, I was able to interface with him, talk to him.
A demon approached me, that was supposed to be my character's torturer. He wore black robes, and looked a little like Darth Maul. His head hung at a 90 degree angle to one side. He put both hands on the side of his head and forced it upright, cracking his neck.
For some reason this scene repeated several times as well.
The demon readied his attack. He had these flaming bladed chains, four of them come out of his back. It reminded me of slenderman's tentacles.
"Don't take this from him, fight back!"
"I will!" He grunted.
The demon sent his chains but my character ran under them to melee range and fired off several rounds from his shotgun. It was completely ineffective. He dodged a couple of attacks with the chains, then started flying.
"I...I still have my powers!"
The fight became like a 2D sidescroller video game, and after a few minutes the dream faded.

The anime somehow ended with dream music as I was waking up. This was a rock soundtrack with a very talented and amazing singer. I forget the lyrics but they had to do with forgetting your past and moving on.