side notes

Black means non lucid
Orange means semi lucid
Blue means lucid
Red means dream characters talking
Purple means possible shared dreaming person
Green means notes
　
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Well i have not been dreaming my usual epicness like i use too. Soo i certainly can say that it is my own damn fault. I have not been doing any reality checks, work is starting to take a toll, and summer here in Michigan, is just making it more and more difficult for me to really focus on dreaming. I am not going to complain though, because anyone who knows me personally, knows i am not a complainer. So on that note, i have to start back reality checking more with my totem, and by doing more subconscious training thruout the day and nighttime hours too. I hope that you enjoy them anyway, even though they are not my usual epic dreams.
　
Dream #1 Naked and writing in my dream records.

Im in my current home, upstairs in my room writing something down in my dream records. I noticed that i am ass naked, but don't seem to reallly question anything about it at that paticular moment.
　


Dream #2 Kidnapped, by goons

Im in the back seat of a car riding with some arabs. A car pulls up and starts shooting at the windshield of this car im in. The driver, and the guy in the passenger seat get shot. The back door opens, and i am now fighting off these men. I get beat up pretty bad, and end up being dragged off into another car.
　


Dream #3 Tell us what you know!

Im handcuffed in a chair, in this room surrounded by a bunch of arab men wearing long robes and scarfs, and holding guns. And this Arab guy a walks up to me and grabs my face and looks directly in my eyes and says..

"Do you know who i am? Because i could kill you right now with the snap of my finger."

"Fuck you! And you will be sorry you ever.."

(He smacks me and is gripping my hair holding a knife to my throat)

Im breathing heavy at this point fearing what could happen to me. He starts asking me questions about missing people, and what do i know about a missing girl or something like that. Another guy nearby tries talking to him, and calming him down and telling him that maybe i really don't know anything, and he could possibly have the wrong person. So im now battered and brusied up, bleeding and just resting my chin near my chest. That dream ends, and i wake up to record it.
　


Dream #4 Talking about dreams with a woman in my bedroom.

Im laying in bed with this hot supermodel looking chick who reminds me of Gisele Bundchen.

We were not having sex or anything, we were just in bed cuddled up talking about dreams and stuff. She gets out of bed and walks over to the window and stares out the window glancing at the night skies. She mentions something to me about wanting to fly up to the moon one night when she becomes lucid. I mentioned to her that in dreams anything is possible, and she can surely do anthing once she truly believes in it. I don't really remember much here except me and her were downstairs trying to look for some tea that i had, that gives you lucid dreams.


Final Dream. The dancer who calls herself Rosa.

Im in a temple, surrounded by beautiful Gypsies, and belly dancers. This woman who had a look similiar to the woman in the picture, walked up to me and begin telling me that she would like to dance with me. I stand there just admiring her seductive look, and glancing at her piercing glowing shimmering cat like green eyes. She shakes her hips with the sounds of tambourines and tabla drums beating in the background. She is dancing barefoot, and is moving very erotic to me. I get closer to her as she grinds out of control on me! I literally was feeling closer to a climax, but kept cool and just enjoyed the dance from her.

Afterwards, she mentions if i ever want to come see her again, her name is Rosa.

I think I accidentally had a WBTB LD last night. In fact, I'm quite sure of it. I can remember my conscious mind controlling the dream instead of my unconscious one, yet I wasn't aware that I was dreaming somehow. I'm going to try and replicate this tonight.

I found myself in an apartment in town (the city), I had either bought or rented it.

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I had forgotten completely about this dream, until I rediscovered the note 3 weeks later. Strangely enough, within a week of having the dream; I started cutting my expenses, consulted a bank regarding financing a home loan sometime next year, and began planning to pay any outstanding debts and start saving every dollar for a home deposit.

Tried to dream about supernatural by watching it before I sleep and thinking about it as I fell asleep.

What I remember dreaming about: I was in my room and it was quite a bit like my room but there was an entire SWAT team outside. Two of them looked up at me and I was wearing a Bane mask and Hulk gloves. I remember a lot of white, it might have been snowing. I went to my bed at some point but there were a bunch of ants all over, which is really disturbing.

Next thing I know I'm downstairs and I pull this paper off my mom's diet pills and throw it away, it had Cleveland Brown on it, I think. My mom (I think) took it out of the trash and said something about someone needing it.

Then there was something about driving that was like playing videogames but that part I can't remember. After that, I was in a kind of basement to do something that I can't remember. We (idk who, but I wasn't alone) walked in and there was a really small bear and I said something 'cause I was freaking out and someone else said something along the lines of there is nothing to worry about and they or I just pushed the bear down and it was out, I don't think it tried attacking us. We pushed or carried it into a nearby room and whoever I was with was gonna give it a shot. I remember a bird in a white? cage somewhere after that that I think could talk and I know there were other animals but I can't remember those. The next and last thing I remember was negotiating some sort of deal with someone in a hotel/office and I notice these guys are kinda following us and eavesdropping but they think I don't notice and they really aren't being very conspicuous but I knew somehow. After whatever deal I was making with whoever, I went up to one of the guys and I think it was Dean Winchester, not Sam, I don't know for sure but I know it was one of them. I asked him for an Aerosmith (possibly a different band but I'm pretty sure) discography and he said he had one out in his car. So we went out and I think Sam was already out there and Dean had locked himself out of the WHITE VAN. Not an Impala. Good detail to remember. I think I woke up after that, I might have realized I had been dreaming.

Was up 18 hours, slept tight, no recall.

Last night was lucid, the other few nights I had some recall.
I got to fly higher than I normally do along the street ^^ been bike riding

Black means non lucid
Orange means semi lucid
Blue means lucid
Red means dream characters talking
Purple means possible shared dreaming person
Green means notes


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Dream #1 Babysitting kids.

Im in some house babysitting 2 little boys. There was a fairly attractive young lady in the house getting ready to head out somewhere. (She was brown skin with a thick curvy figure, had black curly hair, and had a british accent) The little kids were getting to be a pain in the ass, so i called this head coach (not sure who he was) over to help me babysit these kids.



Dream #2 The loaded gun.

Im in My cousin L's house, and she gave me this silver gun. I check to see if the safety was on, and it was not. So i intentionally pointed it at a table and shot at it, and there were other people in the room who jumped from the gunshot.

"You did'nt put the damn safety on."

(My cousin L talking)

"I thought i put it on after i loaded it?"



"No you did'nt. Just leave it with me in the time being."

I tuck the gun underneath my belt buckle, and started cleaning up.



Dream #3 They are plotting against me?


Im still at my cousin L's house, and i noticed this heavy set black dude sweeping something up. I was cleaning up some cheerios or something like that, and i said that i needed to use the bathroom real quick. There was this latino dude sitting down in a chair talking to someone on the phone, and staring at me the whole time.
(Little did i know, somone was plotting something against me)

But little did they know, i was on to them and ready.



Final dream: Paranoid? Crazy? Or Both?

Im walking down a long a long hallway, and went into this bathroom. (it looked like a public bathroom stall) Im taking a piss, and hear someone coming towards the bathroom.
I finish, turn off the bathroom lights, and notice some shadow coming towards the bathroom. I hid behind a wall of the door, reaching for my gun waiting for this person to enter the bathroom. Soon as he entered the bathroom i shot him twice, and once in his head.

I hear people screaming down the hall. I said..

"Ah ha..they ARE plotting against me!"

I waited again for someone else to appear in this dark bathroom. A second guy appeared, and i shot him. A third guy appeared, and i shot him like 5 times. He kept crawling towards me, and i shot him in the face. I ran out of that bathroom, and ran down this long hallway, dived thru the floor and woke up. =/



No luck becoming lucid in this dream. :/ I was gonna try and search for Littlezoe again, but i ended up only being semi lucid. Oh well, there is always tonight to look foward too!

No dream recall, it wasn't really going to happen, especially leaving a party around 2AM or so, and then doing random things until 4 AM, and only sleeping for 4-5 hours on a random interval.....

I had a lingering thought in my mind, but it faded. Oh well, nothing too major, since my dreams are boring anyway.

One thing that amazes me is that anything is possible in dreaming as long as you believe it will become a reality.

Okay, I might be playing around with a few words there, but every time I see someone saying you can't do this in your dream, and yet they preach that statement in bold, how far are you willing to add exceptions to the point where the statement above becomes diluted and meaningless?

And exclude the fact that you can't really do the same things in waking like as you can in your dreams (create fireballs out of your hand, etc.)

If you're the really idealistic type of person, you could say dreaming in general is a perfect medium for self-fulfilling prophecies.

A prediction that comes true entirely because people believe it and act on that basis.

Well that's a self-fulfilling prophecy in a nutshell, that's nothing new, nothing special, but really...this is all dreams are about! I'm still using a little bit of mental filters with practical reasoning of dreaming and it's limits, and with everyone's own unique schemata, sometimes the "anything is possibly in dreaming" mentality that gets preached here but not really taken to full appreciation (by appreciation, just knowing that your mentality and belief in something will eventually cause you to actually obtain whatever it is you seek).

This probably doesn't even make sense because the concepts are common sense, but how many people use common sense with dreaming? Probably not a lot, and I'm not talking about stabilization, REM cycles, induction techniques, genetic restraint, blahblahblah.....

If I really wanted to, instead of believing that I'm some kind of representation of some mystical being, I could just say I'm just an ordinary being, and if I strongly believe that, it's going to happen, no questions asked.

Unless...Deus ex machina.

Something that comes out of nowhere to solve something that would be deemed as impossible to solve. Whether you believe in deeper and more subjective aspects of dreaming in general like the Astral Plane, higher beings, Shared Dreaming, and more....there has to be something at some point in your dreaming experiences that you cannot believe was going to happen.

That one variable, but not the only variable, is what makes dream interesting. But, you could use an argument that it was your subconscious that fabricated it, and based on your belief on its efficacy, it can change how you act in your dreams. Common sense right? But does anyone pay attention to something that apparent?

If I secretly set out false expectations, things I know that could never happen because people will form a consensus, and this is just constraining the "anything is possible in dreaming" to just the dreaming plane, and maybe a few more realms, planes, dimensions beyond that, if I'm really sticking to a certain belief at the time, and if people think it's logical to become a reality in dreaming, it's going to happen.

What's the point in saying all this? What I'm saying is that dream interpretation, from what I know of it, is just false expectations, things that you want it to declared as a meaning, when it could be something else. The more mental filters you create for dream interpretation, and it's pretty much bound to happen to someone, the harder it is to see the real meaning.

If anyone is actually following me on this, if you think something as absurd as a piece of rock representing that you're too "stoic" and "dull" in life, how much are you willing to bet that naturally, you're just using homologous variation just to make yourself feel better.

Things like seeing fire, you could easily associate that with a conclusion that with something like rage, anger, strong intentions, blahblahblah.

If I'm using homologous variation right, you could say that dreaming really is limited to what your unconscious contains. Which means that meaning in dreams are meaningless because of its subjective nature right? Again, I'm not saying that, or believing it, but things like homologous variation and self-fulfilling prophecy in general, it makes sense to think something like that, right?

But that brings in another interesting trend, when people tell you or others that you shouldn't over-analyze dreaming.

Lol.

That's a perfect excuse to safely guard your beliefs from being shattered. Everyone has a right to believe what they want in their dreams, but man, it's obvious that these aspects, but not only these aspects, makes dreaming something anyone would love to see become true end up being true, as long as they don't let religion, how they were brought up, etc. encroach its subjective nature.

Lol.

I can already predict how people might take this,

"That's absurd!"

"That doesn't make it fun!"

wah wah wah.

Meh. Enough with the Freud mode.

Happy Dreaming, everyone.

In my opinion, dream interpretation is just a vehicle for making false realities an actual reality, excluding any kind of incorporation of waking life of course...just dreaming and anything beyond that plane.

Don't take dream interpretations too seriously, but some people don't really pay attention to that, which was clear in that last ramble I made about that golden eagle nonsense.

Just proof that as long as I believe I'm a part of that, that it will become a reality in my dreams, but really, does anything really matter anymore to believe in the dreaming plane and beyond?

Maybe we're all just nothing, just voids, filling a meaning when it isn't really required, just optional...lool.

But if you go into that mentality that there is essentially no reason to believe something so strongly, it's going to be boring just existing in the dreaming world/plane.

I just wanted to see how I might think if I believed in only practical reasoning in dreaming in general.

I'll probably forget this until I look at it again, I shift and experiment with as many mindsets as I can, without fading myself away from a logical and general one.

So don't think I'm taking the things I've said as absolute law.

This dream ranks among the most detailed dreams I've had, especially the lucid moments playing with the water. I've left out plenty of descriptive details that I just don't have enough time for, but I've tried to preserve the scenes and imagery. The color blue is still pervasive. This is a long dream.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The scene takes place in the house I grew up in, a houselocated atop a tree-covered ridge with a row of back windows that face west. Iloved that house and especially that yard, but in this dream the house issuddenly located in Canada. I’ve never actually been to Canada but it must haveseemed like a good place to be for a dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A storm is coming, a sight not unusual for west-facingwindows, but this one is particularly large. The winds of the storm areswirling like a hurricane, or perhaps oversized tornado, and have a blue tintto many of the swirls. I connect this to ice and a severe storm, as well asthoughts of being in Canada. Despite this some part of me knows this storm isimpossible, whether I’m in Canada or not.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Something tells me that I need to be on the lookout for apair of kids with broken arms, injuries recently sustained while escaping thestorm possibly. I don’t remember a phone call or message but somehow I justknow. As I think about them the stormsuddenly throws out several bolts of lightning indicating it is close enough toreally be a potential threat very soon.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I suddenly turn to the room I’m in, occupied by a couple ofother people, and say, “Why haven’t we taken the kids to the hospital yet?!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk from the room and outside to the car, a cross betweenmy SUV, a car, and some kind of large toy. Driving the vehicle is an actualchallenge as it seems to be solely operated by the steering wheel. I swerve allover the road and as I reach the end of the block I’m lucky to make the turnwithout crashing into the rock wall that lines the outer edge of one person’sproperty. What’s especially weird is that I’m I Canada yet my childhoodneighborhood is perfectly preserved in my mind, right down to the dust on theroad at the corner.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The lighting of the scene is that of early morning, and Idecide it must be six A.M. I’m approaching an intersection with a cross-streetand I have to stop, though my vehicle is very slow to respond. Ahead of meseveral children are approaching the intersection from the side and one is evencrossing with his bike right in front of me, prompting me to slam on the brake.The car slows with a frightening lag and I become scared I’m going to hit theyoung boy on his way to the bus stop, but as the motion ceases I get mad andwonder why in hell he would be going to school at six in the morning.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]On the cross-street a grey cube-car, initially headedtowards the same intersection, abruptly turns around and heads back the way itcame. This seems suspicious to me, and I turn to follow it. I have to stopshort as the car is moving at a very slow speed, and my suspicions disappear asmy displeasure with their speed rises. I have kids to get to the hospital afterall.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In front of the slow cube-car is another vehicle goingequally slow, and I can’t wait any longer. I zoom around both cars as weapproach a bend in the road, and as I am about to move back over into the laneI am brought face-to-face with an oncoming car. I swerve violently and my carmoves out of the way of the approaching vehicle, but I overcompensate andswerve back across the road after they pass. This time luck has deserted me andI crash into the curb, running into the grass of a house I visited as a teen.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After standing there with my hands on my hips for a fewminutes just staring at the wrecked car I decide to head back to the hotel. Iskip over the return trip and find myself already experiencing the luxury ofthe hotel I’m booked in for a conference I’m attending, and still in Canada. Myfriends are waiting on me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the hotel room the atmosphere is quite sedate compared tomy earlier location. The room is spacious, with white walls and curtains andseems large enough for a dozen people or more to share. I seem to be on somekind of tour, and I’ve been led into the spacious and relaxing bathroom. Awoman is taking a bath but she gets up as we enter, allowing me to see the trueluxury of this hotel.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The bath itself is situated like a mountain stream. Thebather sits in a slanted trough with a rest at their back containing the watercontrols. Their body below mid-thigh rests on a slope with polished river rocksforming the bottom of the tub, the water diffusing down through the rockssomewhere near the end of the tub instead of a traditional drain. The rate ofthe water going out of the tub is the same as the water coming in, and thisallows the water to fill the tub and seem to remain still without appearinglike it is in constant motion.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I bring my face closer to the water surface and the termartesian well enters my mind. This is the true luxury of this hotel, wellbeyond any of the other amenities, and I can’t wait to bathe in it. The view ofthe water brings me to lucidity and I spend the next several minutes simplystaring at the water and the rocks below, watching light shimmer and reflectalong the bottom of the tub. Few sights have ever brought me as much pleasureas watching a flowing stream, something I associate with the Pisces in me. Idip my hands in the water and watch as the ripples trail from my fingers, adazzle of light that is truly captivating. The water was warm when I enteredthe room but as I play in it the water becomes cool and clear, just the way Iwant it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The room is open to the west, and oddly I never see anyglass. The sun is low in the western sky and the pretty colors are starting tocome out, something you can only truly appreciate from a high vantage pointlike the hill this hotel sits on. It’s this view that puts the finishing touchon the luxury of this bathroom.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stand and walk back into the main part of the hotel room.I see a couple of my friends but something is nagging at the back of my mind.With a puzzled look on my face I say, “Where are those kids?” No one sitting inthe room seems to know but they start getting up to look for them as thoughthey were lost keys hidden in the room. I turn to the curtains behind me andpart them, revealing a sliding glass door which leads to an interior patio usedfor seating and watching the outside without having to experience the heat orcold. Here I find the boys, lying on sleeping bags, and apparently their brokenarms have been taken care of with casts, though they still look severelyinjured.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Some movement catches my eye in the darkened room and as myfocus adjusts I see a pair of raccoons has invaded the room through the openexternal patio door. They appear to be digging for snacks the boys have left aroundin the room, the remainders of a night of recovery from their injuries. Myentrance has startled them, and a third raccoon on the external patio isalready scurrying away.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The raccoons run through the open door and I give chase.From the patio-deck they jump onto a low roof and around the corner of thehotel. It appears dark outside but as I come around the corner I see it is justa deep shadow created by the setting sun. The trio of raccoons has become afamily, and they scurry along the roof to the edge of the building where theyjump to an outcropping of rock. Limestone hills surround the hotel and leadtowards a small meadow at the edge of the property. The raccoons run throughthis meadow and jump off a cliff to some nearby trees. It looks dangerous and Iwonder if they sustain injury doing this, but they seem to reach the bottomjust fine. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My attention turns to the view of the sunset, fading colorslike fire dying in the sky. It’s a beautiful scene, and I wish I could linger,but I really need to get back to the hotel room, and in particular I need toget off the roof before it gets dark. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Climbing out onto the roof had been easy, a mere walk/runonto the gently sloped surface. Going back was not so smooth. I watched myfriend who I don’t remember being on the roof at all climb from the level I’mstanding on to a higher level that leads back to the room. The other roof isabout five feet above where I am and I don’t feel confident that I can make it,especially with the spiny cactus that has slid into place right in my path. Iknow I’m going to have to hold onto this cactus to get up but the tiny spinesare too difficult to grab onto comfortably, and I give up. I decide the bestcourse of action is to jump down to the ground floor below.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I land in the back of the building, a parking lot/loadingarea for the hotel’s restaurant. Immediately a Greek man walks up to me andasks me if I want to order breakfast. I feel a little surprised at hisforwardness, having never ordered breakfast from the loading area before. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Well, I am hungry…” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Before I have even had a chance to talk about what I wouldlike to eat the man is calling out to someone to prepare another breakfast itemfor me. I have to hastily stop him before he can complete the sentence.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Hold on. I don’t even know if I’m going to like what it is.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He leads me further into the kitchen loading area where foodis stacked on high wheeled carts and shelves. His breakfast offering islikewise filling shelves on a cart, and it looks a little greener than Iusually care for in a breakfast item. The appearance is something like a smalltomato cake with jalapeno seeds and cabbage, a description that defiesimagination but seems to be very Greek in appearance. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Can I try it?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]He won’t give me a whole one to try but instead hands me asmall piece of the green leafy substance that surrounds the outer part of the Greekcake wheel. It’s bitter and creamy for aleaf, an unusual combination that he seems enthralled with but I just don’tcare for it. I thank him and walk back to the room, still hungry but happy Ididn’t let him push his odd food on me.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the room I sit down on the bed. My friends have left theroom to enjoy the night, and I’m alone with only the glow of a couple lamps tokeep me company. A few feet away a fax machine sits on a small table and it isspewing out a rather long document. I assume it’s printing out a message fromDream Views and I ignore it at first, walking over to sit at the nearby writingtable to do a little work. When I look again at the fax a moment later Irealize it’s printing out my entire address book of contacts, including privateinformation that I have notated with each name. I can only presume this wasgenerated by a computer error and I feel glad I was in the room when thishappened. If I had been out enjoying myself still I would have missed the printand sensitive information would have fallen into the wrong hands. I’m onlystaying in the hotel for one night and if this had occurred the next nightanother guest would have found this treasure-trove of a document.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I continue writing at the desk for a minute or two and whenI’m finished I sit back down on the bed. Since no one is around this seems likea good time to touch myself, and I slip down my shorts to my ankles. It doesn’ttake me long to get lost in the activity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’ve had my eyes closed while I enjoy myself, ignoring mysurroundings, but when I open my eyes I see that the deckchairs outside thewindow which I presumed were unoccupied actually had people lying on them. Ihad not been able to see the people because the backs of the chairs faced thewindow, and now I’m sitting here on the bed touching myself and completelyvisible. Even worse, one of the people is standing and I recognize him.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Aagghh!!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I utter a small scream and duck down behind the bed. In fullview of me and my self-pleasure is the hotel manager, standing next to one ofthe deck chairs and talking to a woman. He is dressed casually, a whitebutton-down loosely flowing in the breeze over a wife-beater t-shirt. He’s abalding man, likely in his fifties, with beady eyes and glasses that tend topeer down over his slight belly. The woman with him is clearly not his wife.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m doing my best to become invisible behind the bed, evengoing so far as to hold up a small towel over my face. My legs seem to besticking out past the end of the bed and I can’t pull them up any closer. Ipeek out from behind my rag as one of the staff members comes up to the man andtalks with him in a hurried manner. I’m pretty sure the man has seen me,judging by the look on his face and his continuous peeking in my direction. Ican’t tell what they’re actually saying but it is enough to draw the manageraway from his date. I feel that he told the staff member that he saw me and he’sunhappy about it, while the staff member probably said if he knows what’s goodfor him he’ll forget he saw me because I could expose him and his mistress tohis wife.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Whatever is said the man leaves without confronting me and Ican finally get up. My friends are sitting nearby on different beds and two ofthem are laughing at me and the situation, knowing I almost got caught twice.Thankfully I have escaped the uncomfortable events and all seems well.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I liked this dream despite a few strange elements. It's the first dream I've ever had where I purposefully chose my gender during the dream, one of the best transformations ever!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The school day has started and I am walking the halls asthough a student, a backpack slung over my shoulder. I feel like a spy, oragent of some police force sent to figure out who is selling drugs or testscores, though nothing I see or do suggests this. It’s just a feeling.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head down a set of stairs to my classroom, and the area iscluttered with people standing outside the door. It seems class isn’t open yet,and the bustle of people around me is causing quite a jam, spilling onto thestairs as well. Looking over at some of the people coming down the stairs Irealize they all have their blue books, ready to head to their class. I don’thave a blue book, or perhaps my teacher doesn’t use them, but I really feel Ishould have one of the blue books.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As we stand there it becomes clear that some other teacherhas left the campus for some unknown reason, and their students were sent to myclass as there was no other place to send them. I can’t imagine what it is thatwould drive a teacher to leave so abruptly and cause their class to have tocombine with another. It must have been serious.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We finally are let into the classroom and allowed to findseats as best we can. Standing there I feel a little anxious about not having myblue book, a feeling of confusion that we should have them but no one in sightexcept for the other class has brought them. I sit down at a desk with my backto the wall, the open doorway to my right and beyond the girl sitting next tome. People in the class start pairing up and sharing their blue books, and Ilook around to see if anyone is near me that will share. The girl sitting nextto me (on the right) is cute and she smiles at me before bumping her deskcloser to mine. A book is open on her desk and it’s clear she means to let mesee it also but I don’t believe it is the blue book we’re supposed to have.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]In the row in front of me and diagonally to my right isanother cute girl, and she doesn’t mind sharing her book with me. She’s not as sexy-cute as thefirst girl but still very pretty, and her willingness to help me out is atremendous relief. At the front of the class a video is showing, displayed onan older tube-style TV on a stand. Not many people seem to be paying attentionto it and I find I am distracted by the girl before me, more so as she reachesback to me and we hold hands on a blanket that has appeared between us. I feelgrateful the teacher can not see us holding hands below the folds of the lumpyblanket.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The teacher has to leave class for a few minutes, presumablyto use the bathroom, and oddly he puts on his sport coat, a brownish tweedjacket that is a relic from years past. He hands me the remote for the TV and Ipresume it is because I am the oldest, and likely the most responsible, in theclass. It’s long and similar to the remote for my Sony TV so I feel comfortablebeing in control of the video, and I think he knew this. He walks out and thedoor shuts behind him.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]With the door shut and the teacher gone, the paired upcouples in the classroom begin making out. It’s rather surprising for aclassroom that so many people would be able to hook up so quickly, though I’mnot opposed to the behavior. To enhance the mood someone changes the TV programto a pornographic movie though it doesn’t seem to encourage people to watch theTV. The girl I had been holding hands with has gotten up from her seat and hasmoved closer to the TV stand so she has room to smoke her bong. I’m impressedthat she has been able to get a bong into school, and I observe her take in arather large hit of smoke.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]My friend Pearce has also been smoking weed and he seems tobe talking to me about the experience, though I’m barely listening. He hasbecome super-high, he tells me, and he definitely prefers this effect over theeffects of Ecstasy. This prompts me to reach into my backpack and pull out astring of blue pills, similar to a candy necklace, and I break one off and popit into my mouth. I hold the string upto his view and say, “I much prefer Ecstasy to weed.” I then lower the stringinto a film canister, placing a few coins on top to keep the pills from pryingeyes should I ever be investigated.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking around a couple desks and up to the front of theclass by the TV I reach my hand out to the girl I had been holding hands with.She extends her hand and shakes mine. “I never got to properly meet youearlier.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m Cat.” Her hand is soft.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At this moment I become completely lucid and debate how I shouldanswer her. I could go female or male, and during this time my appearance seemsto take on a fluid appearance, a shifting of colors and swirls that I can seealong my arms and legs. Guessing her to be more attracted to males and unlikelyto be a lesbian I decide to go with male and my form immediately solidifies.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m Charles.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My clothes have changed, and I’m wearing a light-blue denimshirt. I can feel a goatee on my face and my hair is now short. It’s a weirdfeeling being in this body but it seems to suit the situation better. I feelmore confident that she and I will make out soon.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Sniffing the air I have a moment of clarity and realize weneed to clear out the pot smoke from the room. I start looking around for some other source of smell, something worthyof opening a window. Behind me is an open doorway leading into a small bathroomand a rather homely-looking boy is sitting on the toilet. My gaze is returnedby a smile filled with braces gone wild, and a slight wave. In my mind Iidentify him as Dumpy-Humphrey, mainly because of his similarity to a boy Iwent to school with. [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]The pooping boy is a good start but I know we will needsomething more. I really need something stronger, something everyone hates.With a burst of courage and a lack of shame I shout to the class, “I need agirl to throw up!” I request a girlbecause they’re more likely to be acquainted with sticking their finger down their throat and puking.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Thankfully one of the girls obliges and makes a nice spot inthe corner. Good. I explain to the other girl I thought was cute; “We couldopen up a window now because of the smell, to air things out and not besuspicious.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Knowing the teacher is likely returning any second I take aquick look around the room. The TV is still on and the people on the screenseem awfully familiar, and look suspiciously like the people in the porn movieThe Room which Adult Swim likes to air on April Fool’s Day. Oh my God, I think,is the TV still showing PORN??!! No, it’sokay, I realize it’s just the show from earlier and someone has kindly switchedit back from the adult movie during the time I was looking for someone to throwup. All is well.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Black means non lucid
Orange means semi lucid
Blue means lucid
Red means dream characters talking
Purple means possible shared dreaming person
Green means notes


Got it? Great! Now enjoy reading my dreams.



Dream #1 Woman with no hands.

Im in a house with some kids, there is a woman who looked french. She spoke french, and a man shows up and says he loves her even though she has no hands. I tell the man that he can always Imagine her with hands or something like that.



Dream #2 Liquid of Immortality.

Im walking down a sidewalk, its sunny out and i stop in front of a crowded temple. There are a bunch of different people standing outside talking with one another. One guy was saying how it is this drink that is said to give you powers, and it is called liquid of immortality. One guy mentions that it has liquor in it though. I tell the guys i don't drink anymore.

Another guy says..

"But dude, you got powers and immortality! What more could you ask for?"

"Hmm...i dont know about that."

Another guy tells me that we can go get something close to that that cost thirty five dollars. I look at the men then shake my head and walk away.



Final dream. Meditating.

Im walking in this temple with a bunch of different shaolin monks. There is a huge Buddha statue in this one room i am in. I decide to sit in the middle of the floor and start meditating. Thats all i remembered and woke up.



Did'nt do much subconscious training or reality checks yesterday. Soo guess i should have seen this one coming. Well its ok, will go hard tonight and get back on board!

Notes Dream Lucid

Dream 1: Someone called "Micke" had called me and some dude on skype. He asked what we have done while he was gone, and we told him that we hosted a livestream. I thought to myself that Micke gott a really highpitch voice, and when I say really I mean REALLY :O.

He asked us if we could play team fortress 2, and we was like "Yeah sure". He told us to play on the map called crossroads, because that was the only map that his computer could handle.

We played TF2 for a while, and I got a pretty good gameplay. This was something that I really braged about

I wake up somewhere around here.

Dream 2: I were going to start jogging after school to become fitt to race that my school will host. I told it to my sister, and she showed me a technique wich makes me run faster, every time I'm running. I mentioned that I usually se Pontus near the route that I was supposed to take when I jogged. She told me that somehow cheats when he is jogging.

I took the buss to Uppsala, a city close to where I live. The buss stopped close to a forest, wich was the forest that I were going to.
I wake up somewhere around here. Somehow this dream made me realize that I have to start exercising

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

This dream was very hard to recall ._. but I managed most of it! I also recalled a lot more fragments from other dreams too. They have a lot in common

I was sarting at school again. The strongest dream sign for me . But this time I was in the woodwork classroom, on a laptop talking to Raspberry on TC. She turned out to be a girl I know in real life called Alysha. She does actually look like her though, so it's creepy. I was apparently flirting with her, but half way through a flirty paragraph I changed it because she had a boyfriend >.> I got off the laptop and walked in to her boyfriend a few times. But I was in another part of school. I then walked around school for a bit, and saw two dream characters fighting, then one stormed off in a rage. I got around to my area at school and there were LOADS of people coming out of an exam or going in. I then ran in to Alysha's boyfriend again and he said he felt bad. I said I would show him the conversation I had with his girlfriend because I felt sorry for him.

I also had some fragments similar to this dream.

Fragments: Sitting at McDonalds with the fighting dream character, I had a falses awakening, More school fragments and bumping in to the boy again.

Pretty weird dream >.<

Non Lucid:
My dreams have become more vivid but not a full on lucid dream yet...
Though, my dreams were rather graphic last night, violent in ways and sexual...I usually don't have those kind of dreams so I wonder if my stress and eating Indian food last night effected my dreams.

First Dream:
(I don't remember the beginning, I know there was a good section that I'm leaving out and I'm sad I couldn't remember it). I remember being in my parent's house/house I grew up in. I was in the basement in the laundry room. There was a bedroom setup in the room, which I noticed was odd. I went upstairs to talk to my parent's about it and they mentioned that they have hired two guys to help with (I don't remember what the task was). My parent's asked me to greet them and help them get settled in. I went downstairs and met the first guy. He was young, and had dark hair and was tall. He was strong but thin. ( I realized he looks like one of the patients I took care of a few weeks ago). He had tattoo sleeves on both arms. He was friendly and quiet. I was nervous around him but then again, I'm always nervous around guys. I wasn't attracted to him, plus I'm married and in my dream I knew that. I was helping him get his bed made and letting him know where everything was in the house. He said he didn't need anything else and I could sense that we had this tension between us. I was about to leave but for some reason I told myself in my head that in my dreams I always leave and never kiss the guys...(strange because I was not lucid, yet I knew I was dreaming). I suddenly walked up to him fast and kissed him and let's just say that led to some bedtime...

So then I didn't feel guilty at all in my dream for cheating on my husband. (On and off in the dream I realized I had a husband, other times I didn't. It was like I was in college again, or high school). I then went to the bedroom upstairs and suddenly started to get down with the other guy we hired who was blonde...(I am not like this at all, but geeze dream me was in the mood). So I went to the bathroom near my parent's bedroom to clean up. I was about to go pee when my mom walked in and looked at me funny. She instantly said, "It smells like sex in here." I instantly told her I didn't know what she was talking about. She accused me of cheating on Dane and we got into this whole huge argument. It got pretty brutal and I was fuming. It woke me up.

Dream 2:
This was a violent dream and I can't remember much of it. I didn't have time to write everything down this morning because I was late for my class for work...boo.
I remember something with a basement or dungeon with people with decapitated body parts and blood everywhere. People were screaming and were half melted. I remember someone dragging their body across the ground and their legs were cut off. I think it freaked me out so I woke up again.

Dream 3: I was camping or outdoors with my family. This time I wasn't married but with my ex from high school, Jeremy. The sky was cloudy, almost storm like. I was running in the open filed and I distinctly remember feeling the cold wet grass under my bare feet. I remember thinking to myself it felt soothing. Suddenly I was at a computer looking up Jeremy's location. A website showed that he was deployed to the "Northern Territory" (this has to be from watching The Game of Thrones). Then it showed a picture of him high up in a tree in a forested area. I remember thinking to myself, "Iraq doesn't have a forest with trees..." but I didn't explore more on that. I wrote an email to him saying that I missed him and that he needed to be home soon. Suddenly I'm on a horse riding towards this private school and then it becomes more like a movie, (this is when I'm not physically there but more like watching a scene). I see Jeremy in this long light red gown/uniform with this girl with long blonde hair wearing the same thing. (Think wizard wear). They are deep in conversation and I could see that they were flirting. Now I'm still on that horse, and I'm approaching them. I stop in front of a fountain but he doesn't see me. I have a group of friends on horseback too. They state that Jeremy was never in the "Northern Territory" that he was here all along with the "witch." Some how he was spelled into staying or something like that, I really don't remember the reason. Then out of my body comes this old white knight ghost like creature. He starts going on this rant that he is some ancestor and he knows that we must kill this witch to save the world. I forget the whole speech but it was weird. So we go to this huge body of water and get on a boat and of course go into this creepy cave. The ancestor knight turns into a giant "demon" which looks like the bomber creatures on Final Fantasy 13, it goes into the cave ahead of us and out of the "witch" is this other demon that is just a flat square floating around. I guess my friends and I explore the cave or something but I pretty much watch the scene and follow the demons. I figure out in my head that the witch was using the demon for power and that we had to get Jeremy away. The demons disappeared and were fighting in a different part of the cave. Up above my dream focused on this giant valve that was getting released with this purple/pink goo that was going to drip into the cave. We all began to hurry and knew that we had to let the goo lift us up out of the cave into this shoot to escape. Which we did and we were thrown into the air and landed in the lake...
This led into a different dream (There is a lot more to this last dream but it's hard to explain...I don't know how to describe my feeling or the characters. Something to do with these two cartoon like characters running around in the cave...)

Dream 4: I'm swimming in a lake at a campground (maybe it came back to the original campground). There is a boat that I'm trying to climb up into from a ladder but something kept stinging/biting my legs in the water. I was getting really scared and woke up.

I always feel like I'm writing a novel or telling a long story when I write/explain my dreams. I find it amazing that all of it happened in such a short period of time, yet it feels like forever. It also amazes me that I can even think of something so crazy like these dreams. The last 2 dreams were so vivid and beautiful with colors.

Awake|Non-Lucid|Lucid
Shapeshifting, Airbending, and Pure Lucidity

I fell asleep with no intention of lucidity, and surprisingly attained it without any dream checks or outrageous dream signs being revealed. I feel like beaches recur constantly in my dreams... This is the fourth dream which I've been on a beach, this week alone

I wake up on a sandy shore, around dusk. The sun had already set, but the purple sky was still illuminated by the reflective and distant clouds. I can immediately tell that I'm on a a large island, reason being the lack of tall vegetation. Someone had managed to create a bonfire near the center of this isle. I walk over to find my friend, Zach discovering a new talent of his: airbending. I don't remember any dialogue occurring, but I feel a tingly sensation throughout my body.

I didn't perform a reality check, but rather focused on stabilizing the dream. I rubbed my hands together, which brought about an explosive aurora of color into the gloomy dreamscape. Although it was still dusk, vividness arose.

By this time I know I have a solid base of lucidity that will not be easily interrupted; it feels pretty damn real.

I conjure a staff unto my right hand, and engage in combat with Zach. I easily overpower him with countless powerful whooshes and gusts of wind.

I begin seeing red for reasons unknown, and I begin to run along the shoreline on all fours. I feel a transformation occurring, and pick up a significant amount of speed. As the sand is kicked up behind me, I look down at my newly developed hands, which resemble the paws of a wolf.

I must've been running for a good 10 minutes, because I eventually get bored and purposely wake myself up to write down this dream. This one was quite fascinating, as I've never really shapeshifted in my dreams. Being a wolf is my new personal favorite, and I hope to experience this transformation again when I lucid dream next.