non-lucid

One of my WBTB alarms woke me up out of this dream this morning:

I am standing in front of my boyfriend, A. He's holding a journal, and talking animatedly. I don't pay much attention until he mentions dreams; he says he's been writing his dreams down in his journal. He flourishes the journal he's holding, and offers it to me.

Here's where my memory gets hazy: I am very surprised at what A said, and my attention focuses on the journal. It looks identical to my own DJ. I look back at A, and he hasn't moved.

*Then my alarm goes off. I drowsily turned it off and went right back to bed, I think. Didn't write the dream down until about two hours ago.

I haven't been writing my dreams lately so I'll just write it today. I woke up on my bed and it was dark. I got up and looked out the window to see a red figure in the distance and ran to my parents room. The person came into the room, pushed me to my bed and started slapping me. It didn't hurt it was just weird. After that I woke up.

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I was a little girl with old friends and was eating pizza. There wasn't a lot of food and it was like we were trying to survive. The scene changed suddenly and I was at a ocean place where I faught with someone in the dream to save the world. I hit the bad guy with a boomerang I think. The scene changed again and I was surrounded by people who were in control of the world. The world was a huge maze where a ball would destroy anything they wanted. I don't recall the rest.

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In my next dream I was with someone in my house during daytime and we had to run away for some reason I don't remember. We appeared in a house with dark figured/ animal people who were having a party. The person with me gave the guards fake tickets and we ran into a room. There we saw a boy and a girl burning a paper together like they were going to make a pact.I was going to stay but made a excuse to leave. I ran and told one of the dark figured/crow looking person sitting on the couch what was going on. He listened but than laughed at me. I got up and saw a group of girls running around trying to cause mischief. I destroyed one and a old man came out of no where and told me to stop cause they were spirits. I was like no their not and used my dream powers to banish the bad one and snow suddenly began to fall. Than I saw a picture story of the girls as anime characters and woke up.

We're one month into our Lucid comback and I must say, I wouldn't want to live without lucidity anymore. Really the world must be so dull without the promise of complete freedom if you work for it. Anyway, This morning I woke up around 06:00 and remembered 3 dreams, however I decided to sacrifise these dreams in for a WILD attempt. Upon awakening I had a new dream though the first 3 are lost in the depths of time...

1. Failed suprise

I'm in math class and the bell goes, I get up and walk out. Outside the room I walk along the long hallways and I wonder "Where is my next class?", I walk around for 10 minutes I think, then I enter a hallway with benches in the middle of it, teachers sitting at them correcting the exams. One of them looks at me like I shouldn't be there but I just walk passed them, then I know where I have to be. I have geography now! I quickly walk down the hall until I stand infront of the door. I put on sunglasses because I thought this would distract the teacher from the fact that I'm too late, but as I open the door she seems quiet annoyed and doesn't say a lot. There's some goodbye-party going on and the tables are placed in little groups. There aren't any places free except the table close by the door, I take a seat and look at some of the snacks in the middle. I don't take any and look around, I see my friends sitting at another group but I don't feel the need to go to them. Then the door opens and 2 more students walk in, I thought "Well, atleast I'm not the last one." Then I woke up.

I will now read all my dreams again, look for dreamsigns and more...

Hey guys, I still exist! I meant to write this dream down in the morning, but whatever. Better late than never, right?

The dream I remember best from last night took place in an airport. I'd arrived at an airport where I had to change planes to catch a flight back home. When I asked about catching my next flight, I was informed that the plane I needed to board next would be at an airport in New Cameron. I asked where that was, and the guy I asked showed it to me on a map - I was on that biggest main island of New Zealand, and New Cameron was a small island not too far off the mainland. I asked him how long it would take me to get from the airport to New Cameron, and he told me it would take about an hour, which was bad news for me because I had to board that flight in half an hour. I started desperately wondering if I could manage to get a different flight back home from the airport where I currently was and thought I'd have to call my parents and let them know I'd be coming home on a different flight.

I woke up and, out of curiosity, went online to look up New Cameron to see if it was a real place and found out that it does exist but not in the same exact location as in the dream - then I woke up and realized that I'd only looked it up in another dream.

I fell asleep again, and, in the next dream, I was a Pikachu with a human form, and I had to find books in an old library about using electric-type attacks. I don't remember that dream very well.

After that dream, I woke up for real, told my mom about the New Cameron dream, and went online to look up (for real this time) if New Cameron was an actual place in New Zealand. Turns out (unsurprisingly) it isn't; the closest I could find was a New Cameron Street in Australia.

No dream, woke up thinking about naruto characters fighting, I also remember tenten throwing knives perfectly to hit the targets into the middle, I had asked her about something and she was explaining the answer to me but I just couldn't hold my awareness onto it, this was more like a HH because it seemed like it was on a movie screen

I was at a lake with kids from my high school and a buddy of mine, named Dylan was there, every one was jumping in the lake and having fun, but then I went somewhere else and came back, but by the time I got back to swim with everyone, everyone was already leaving, then I found my self leaving and arriving in a bath, but again I got up to go somewhere, then I came back, and when I was coming back I went threw a locker room because the bath was even farther in the locker room, and all the girls where changing and I recognized one as a hot friend in high school and I started to feel nervous, but then we talked a little bit and I saw that she kept changing even though I was right here so I decided that I would continue to take my cloth off as well, I looked over and saw my old friend naked from behind and she was quite nice looking, and for some reason I had started to notice more that I was naked so I went for my underwear but I wanted to keep an eye on all the girls in the room because I knew this might never happen again, but by the time I had looked over she had already got on her underwear and braw and continued to leave the room, and I went back to inside the locker room again but I had noticed they all had underwear and bras on, however I wasn't sure if they were dressing up or down, but as I was paying attention, I did notice they were dressing up, I was on the ground with my arms behind me just enjoying the sight until I looked over and saw a fat chick getting undressed right next to me, but then as I really began to notice it was dillan, but still pretty nasty

I was at an old house in its basement and in between a couple of rooms was a wall, but there was a big hole there ,easy for even tall people to walk threw, so I walked threw it and it was a long dirt road that went along a side of a barren mt. Looking hill and as I looked off the steep side i could see an entire city right before me as if a ghost town had been left down here because there were no other people around and it was super dark, but some how I could see in the dark

I was at Disneyland walking to the top of a mt. Where people slid down like a water slide, some had tubes others didn't have anything.

Dream 1


I'm in the living room of a house with my dad. An old friend K and his long-haired friend are coming over with guns. At first I think he is kidding but now I know he really wants to shoot me. I quickly get up, lock the front door, and run to the garage. My dad is just sitting there. In the garage I find a dirty shotgun. I look for ammo, but only find two shells already in the gun. I lock the garage door and get back in the house. I hide behind a green reclining chair.
K and the other guy are at the front door; K looks in through the window on the door, and the other guy looks in through a window next to the door. They start shooting at me. If I try to move to either side I will be exposed. Part of me doesn't want to damage the house, but I move to the right and fire a round into the front door. I get up and run away - I need to find a pistol. I find one and load a clip with about ten tiny bullets.
I'm outside and see K. We fire at eachother. My bullets slowly fly through the air, they are red and circular and going everywhere besides where they should be going. I can't hear his rifle going off but I know that is. And I am not getting hit, even though there is no way he can be missing.


Dream 2


My dad and I have tickets for Jack Johnson. At this venue, there are rows of seats and there are tables around the seats. Our seats are the best you can get at the tables. I'm sitting in the wrong chair, but I don't care because I have a good view, and no one else is showing up anyway. Jack starts playing. Now, I find myself up on the stage at a drum set. I am playing along with a blonde woman who is at another drum set; what we are playing is simple. I look at Jack and a man is taking away his microphone, mid-song. Everyone claps.
Now, I am beside the stage, helping to set up for another event. I see some political cartoon. It is of a chicken who says he is making a claim and that he accepts that the burden of proof is on him. There is a door that says 'burden of proof' and it is closing on the chicken. He slips his fingers in to stop it, and slides through the door. I laugh.

i was singing in some nice place and i was singing "i like big butts" but it was my own lyrics and i could basically rap the whole song, also a female anime character was there watching me and i felt like this is pretty peculiar to be seeing a cartoon character in reality, but there she was all the same.

i was walking along a boardwalk that looked like it was next to the ocean and one of my friends ex girl friends was standing at the end of the board walk and when i saw her i felt almost relieved and she came over and hugged me as if we were in a relationship.

i was in the basement of an old house i used to live in and i saw that my parents finally got me a dirt bike which i've wanted since i was a kid, but it wasnt the exact type i wanted and i felt super bummed out because i knew this was a once in a lifetime gift and it was the wrong model, but i was still happy to have a dirt bike so i could ride with my friends

So the dream begins rather normally. I am observing a dream character who drives a forklift in some kind of shipping dock near the ocean. He looks something like Marcus. He then spots another dream character who looks like some kind of thug that has breached the area. The thug approaches him.
'Hey, you're not supposed to be here!'
'Who are you to tell me what to do?!'
'Well, I work here. Get out!'
The thug pulls a handgun out of his jacket. He tells Marcus to get out of the forklift and puts his hands in the air. He gets out of the forklift, and puts his hands up. He has a small knife on his vest that is used for opening packages, but now he is looking to throw it to take out the thug. The thug warns him not to try anything funny with the knife.
The scene pauses.
Then, and I'm not joking here. What sounded like Morgan Freeman's voice comes in and explains that he is a fourth dimensional creature. He asks if I am familiar with the fourth dimension.
I have no body, I am just a consciousness. I tell him that I am a third dimensional creature but that I visualize the fourth dimension as a bunch of three dimensional slices stacked over one another in some mystery direction.
The Morgan Freeman consciousness then tells me what he is about to do. There are two scenarios playing out in three dimensions here. In one, the worker will attempt to throw his knife at the thug, and be shot. The knife will then hit the thug between the eyes killing him as well. In the other, he will surrender to the thug, and both of them will live. But he is going to create a bit of a disconnect and cause the knife to exist across the fourth dimension.
Now I witness the third outcome. In this reality the knife is bound to the reality where he throws it, but the reality that it's taking place in is the one where he surrenders. So in this reality, the knife slides out of the sheath on his vest seemingly on it's own; the worker has his hands in the air. The worker looks surprised at how the knife flies foreword and kills the thug on its own. The thug does not suspect this and cannot fire before he is killed. But what he (the worker) fails to realize was that he did that in another dimension.
An interesting story.

I am in a small room. I am no longer a floating consciousness and have full control over my body. It feels like a classroom or detention room in my high school. I have the knife now. I have gotten in trouble for 'bringing' a knife to school and the police have been called. Everyone has fled the area as they believe I am a threat. But I mean no harm to anyone and am unsure of how I acquired the knife.
I have to make myself look as peaceful as possible. I place the knives (there were actually two copies of the knife from the fourth dimension story) in front of me and take on a meditative position. I become lucid several moments later.
A pair of police officers break in. I stand up and calmly tell them that I mean them no harm, and that I must explain the situation. One of the police officers fires a taser at me. I grab the prongs out of the air, and pull the device from his hand on the other end. The officer looks on in shock as the other pulls a handgun from his belt. He fires on me three times. All of the bullets fall off my body and onto the floor. Curious, I hold up my hands and allow the police handcuff me and take me to court.
The dream skips ahead to a court. I have my charges read (possession of a weapon in public school) and that should I be found guilty I get ten years in the slammer. I stand up, break the handcuffs off of my wrists and begin speaking.
"Now if you would all listen with an open mind, you would understand. You are all simply a part of my dream. What is happening here is completely irrelevant..."
I wake up.

This is a dream I had quite a while ago:

I am in a playground. The ground is covered in mulch and I'm sitting on a swing. I swing back and forth a bit, and then I notice something. A flash of yellow. Suddenly, there is a giant, man-sized bee next to me, on the swing beside me. At first, I'm alarmed. But this bee seems friendly. The yellow on his body is indescribable, and I am intrigued by it. It seems to have depth. We sit in companionable silence for a short while, when the sound of angry buzzing reaches us. Two more giant bees appear. The first bee flies off of the swing, and tries to stop the two angry bees. One of them is coming at me stinger-first now. I panic, but I can't seem to move. The first bee is struggling desperately against the one that is trying to sting me. Behind me, the other hostile bee has one of my arms in its grasp, and it is struggling to pull me off of the swing.

I wake up just a few seconds later, after seeing the stinger of the hostile bee, hovering just over my legs.

L.A.R.P

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am at a LARP festival with one of my friends. We sit in a big room with a lot of other people. It seems like we´re attending a course and/or are studying "the art of LARP".
We are waiting for the instructor to show us some moves. I get bored and grab a real sword. A big fight follows in which I actually fight with some of the other students.
I get really hungry and the bell dismisses us. We grab a lot of sandwiches and leave the lunch cafeteria. We go to the bathroom and pass another classroom. There is a theory lessons going on and I think how much patience it would take to just learn fighting by theory and not the fun way and admire their dedication.
After I am done with my "business" I leave the weird looking bathroom. I find myself in a big hall. Infront of me I see some tables with weapons neatly and evenly spread across. On my right I see some man-high quivers also filled with weapons. I take one elvish looking sword and swing it. It almost looks exactly like this one...



I have a lot of fun doing that and keep on slicing the air for a while. I really feel the leather-grip in my hand.
I find out theres a second sword and they´re meant to be fought with together.
My friend warns me that those belong to somebody, a big looking guy comes and tells us we should feel free to try everything we want. I find another weird looking weapon on the table and swing it, but it bends like it is made out of plastic.
We go back to class and I take the elvish sword with me...