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[This is another catchup post.]

Non-lucid dream, [Commentary made while awake]

Night of September 8-9

I wake up in my current bedroom. I go down the stairs and look at a digital clock. As I look at it, it changes from 1:07 [or something like that] to 5:07. I know I have to get up for the day at 5:15 [this was actually true in real life, since it was a Friday morning], but I'm still feeling sleepy, so I decide to just go back to bed for those last 8 minutes. I go back up the stairs and go back to sleep.

I wake up in a different bedroom, in a two-story house [that might or might not have been House #2, I'm not sure]. I go downstairs, and there's a social gathering just getting started. A bunch of my [present-day] friends from church are just arriving at the house. I get into a conversation with my mom and PB on the subject of how important it is to always eat everything on one's plate. My mom says that her father always used to tell her to clean her plate. I say that I learned that it was good manners to do so from reading Laura Ingalls Wilder's books when I was a little girl.

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Side notes:

When I woke up for real, I was pretty mad at myself for having missed two false awakenings, one of them involving the classic dream sign of a digital clock changing the time it displays.

Right after I woke up from this dream, my memory of the exact words of the conversation I had had in the dream was much clearer than my memory of conversations in dreams usually is. I'm writing this on the evening of the following day, though, so I don't remember it as well. The story about me reading Laura Ingalls Wilder as a child and learning lessons about manners and etiquette from her books is true, and comes directly from my real life. My mom has never actually told me that specific story about her and her father – my mind just made it up, but it is consistent with his personality.

[This is a catchup post.]

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

Night of August 31-September 1

[Fragment] I still have the box I shipped out via FedEx yesterday, for some reason.

I'm outside and lucid. I try to start flying, but am unable to. I move to another spot where I have an unobstructed view of the sky, and try taking off again. This time, I succeed. I think, I have to be looking up at the sky at about a 40-degree angle in order to fly - no, I don't! If I think that's true, then it will be! I can't set limits on it like that!

There is a large playground where I am. I fly toward it and, to my own slight surprise, am able to fly right through all the playground equipment intangibly, with no trouble at all. I get to see the dark-gray interior cross-sections of the upright pieces of the structure. I think, Oh, heck yeah. When I get all the way through the playground, I fly up to get an overview of the landscape.

September 4, 2011

I'm at my current house. My mom has come over to visit. She's sitting on the couch in the living room. [The living-room furniture is set up in a mirror image of how it is in real life. The couch is facing the outside wall of the house, rather than being up against that wall.] I'm upstairs, looking down into the living room. I jump down the stairs and float gently down onto the ground floor, in full view of my mom and all the other guests downstairs, not caring this time about being seen using my dream abilities by my DCs. None of them take any notice of what I've just done or comment on it as being strange. [I don't remember how this dream began, or how or when I realized I was dreaming, but I definitely knew I was.]

I sit down in an armchair to visit with my mom. We're talking about what it's like for me to be on my own, whether I'm lonely, whether I miss her. She asks me, “Do you ever dream about me?” I say, “Yes.” I decide I don't want to tell her that I'm dreaming about her right now and she's just a DC, though. She continues talking to me about dreams. While she's talking, I notice that she has one or two extra digits on each hand, but I decide not to point this out to her, either. I just find it interesting. I didn't know that that could happen to DCs, too.

[Different dream, later on.] I'm in a house somewhere, with my family. We're getting ready to go out to a movie, for which someone else is buying the tickets. I take my phone out of my purse to check it. It's my smartphone that I have in real life. I've set it to display my name as “Danny Boletino,” the name of a character in a heist movie, just for the fun of it.

I'm in another room of that same house, having a quiet conversation with my boss about fishing. He's surprised to learn that the last time I went fishing with him and his family was the first time I'd ever been fishing. I also tell him that I want to go fishing with them again, because I want to get better at it.

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Side notes:

Lots of day residue here. I saw my mom yesterday, and we had company over at our house. However, my mom did not really come over to my house; I saw her elsewhere. Also, one of the last threads I was this one, about looking at your hands to RC or stabilize the dream, so I'm not surprised that that showed up in my dream.

Neat. That's the first time my new smartphone has shown up in one of my dreams. It's been exactly two weeks since I got it, which is also exactly how long it took me to have my first false awakening in my new house after I moved into it (see this DJ entry). Evidently, two weeks is how long it takes for my my unconscious mind to accept something as normal and start incorporating it into my dreams.

this is my first post within my dream journal, i been researching lucid dreaming for only a matter of days. i have not actually had a lucid dream (from what i know) but starting tonight i have promised myself to practice and enhance my skills at becoming a lucid dreamer, it just seems all so interesting to me, the things my thoughts can create, the people i can meet, the questions i can ask, the experiences i can can encounter. tomorrow i shall repost, telling you and i, if i had suceeded in my first lucid dream, so wish me good luck i have myself a dream journal in which i can write down and recall every part of my dreams that i possibly can. so from this day forward, i am going to put my time and effort into reaching my ambition of becoming a dedicated lucid dreamer .

Had several dreams last night. I wasn't sure how my dreams will be affected because I am on vacation in Roatan for a week. But the bed in the room is very comfortable, so I'm hoping that the relaxing environment will help me have more vivid and lucid dreams.

In my first dream, I found what looked like a dead dog underneath a porch or walkway. It looked like a dog, but it’s body was long and skinny like a snake. Then I found another dog. It had a normal body and at first I thought it was dead as well, but then I noticed it was breathing. It raised it’s head to look at me and suddenly I noticed that there were several dogs under there, all seemingly strays. I tried to coax them out with some food, but only a couple of them came out.

In my next dream, I’m outdoors, playing golf with some friends when I hit my ball into this field. Suddenly my friends are worried because we need to get my ball back; it’s important for some reason. But I’m not sure where it is; I only know where it might be. But to get it back, I have to get in a golf cart and drive a long way down this road (into town?), then turn around and backtrack across people’s yards and private property to get to where my ball is. The dream ends before I find it.

In my last dream, I’m in the military. I’m a lower rank because other people are giving me orders. One of them sends me down the hall to our commanding officer’s office to tell him something important that happened to a ship or a plane, and that he’s needed back in our work area. When I get back to my work area, I notice that somebody had thrown my lunch away that I had left on a table. When I asked why it had been thrown out, I’m told it is because the CO didn’t like me because I had disobeyed a direct order to shave off my goatee. For some reason, everyone wanted me to shave off my goatee because it has gray hair in it.

This last dream kind of coincides with real like in that I have a goatee and my daughters think I should shave it off because it has gray hair in it and it will make me look younger.

[COLOR="red"]Lucid[/COLOR]
[COLOR="blue"]Dream[/COLOR]
[COLOR="silver"]Thoughts[/COLOR]
[COLOR="lightblue"]Middlestate (I change this to hypnagogic, because that what it is)[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]This morning I woke up and remembered a dream, but I told myself let's test if I can skip to note this dream and still remember it.
I didn't... I went back to sleep and had this dream.
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[COLOR="blue"]I were on a big balcony, that was made of stone. In some kind of caslte I think. Then the teenage king from Game of thrones "Lannister..." open the big door and sais something to me. I thought about this weird experience, although I wasn't lucid I was very aware of my body and choices. It almost felt like I was controling my movement, but I didn't know that I was dreaming. Weird state, because what is tricking me to believe that this was real? It was the same feeling you have when you watch a movie. You are somehow involved in it. Although this time I was controling my actions.
Then I hear someone climbng on the steep mounatin next to the balcony. I look down and see a whole group of soldiers.
"We are here to rescue you" they said. The one who was first grabbed my hand and all of them lose their grip and they formed a chain, like you see in movies when people almost fall down from a height. The guy below that person who held my hand held in his ankle and so on, you get the picture. When all were up they gave me climbing equipment and we climbed to the side of the castle and then down, to the grass. "Down with the king!" they yelled. Then they started to burn down houses in the village, and I shouted "Stop! What the hell are you doing?"

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The dream transformed into the wild people from the same serie and I was now transformed into Khal Drogo!
I think I associated harrassing villages with that. Now I wanted to do backflips! I ran and did a backflip to impress everyone, but on the landing I bit my lip. Everybody was chocked, although I hadn't noticed it myself until I saw their eyes direction.
I got chocked, then I woke up. Cool dream thought[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]It felt like my dream was that vivid because I am used to the dreamy feeling. But it can just have been a coincidence, and it's weird that I didn't become lucid.[/COLOR]

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NOTE: Please regard my guessed date for my last entry. It was somewhere more around 9/5 not 9/2. Also, I have almost no clue what the chronological order of this dream was. I woke up, and kept falling back to sleep after it, so my recalled on it is a little jacked. I'm also going to start doing what Puffin(I think it's Puffin) does. I'll use a scale to show how lucid, and how vivid my dream was. This will give you, my good readers, a better feel of what the dream was like. Here's the scale:

LUCIDITY:
0-Was not a lucid dream period.
1-Very weak lucidity. Almost no control.
2-Having too many lucid downsides. Can't control well.
3-Moderate control. Too lost though.
4-Good control. Able to clearly think, and do.
5-Perfect control. Remember all tasks, no fails, etc.

VIVIDNESS:
0-I can remember every detail of the dream.
1-I can recall all the important things, and some details.
2-I remember few details, but all the important things.
3-Can't recall very well, some important factors though.
4-Major events and details are too vivid, can't recall.
5-Can't recall anything but tiny unimportant details.

LUCIDITY: 2
VIVIDNESS: 4

I was being head-locked by a tall African-American man, after I tried to defend my Dad. He'd taken pictures at a crime scene, so we could report it to the Police. The man saw my Dad, and got ready to lash out and hit him. I stopped his fist, and the man put me in a head lock. My Dad couldn't do anything for me now. This guy was far too strong for him. So, I now unleash a small wave of ki, and break away from the guy. He gets to come and hit me. I get in a fighting stance.
"Taekwondo!" I say(Kinda pointless). I now start to beat the living hell out of the thug and my Dad comes in for the finish. I jump up onto a building by us. People are trying to break into the building, but can't seem to take down the wall. So, I use the Kamehameha on the wall, and it goes down. That's all I remember.

I remember having a lucid. I have no recall of it anymore, because I'm a dumbass and didn't type it up when I should've.

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Actually had this dream Thursday night, just now getting the chance to journal it here.

I was riding in a van to my grandparents house. My grandfather (who died a few months ago) was driving, and my cousin was in the passenger seat, although he looked like my granddad. There wasn't really anything that triggered my lucidity- not even the fact that my grandfather is dead- but I suddenly realized that I was dreaming. I didn't even need an RC, because once I *did* realize it, I looked at grandaddy, and knowing he had passed was RC enough.

I told him to stop the van, and I got out, smelling the air, stabilizing, and deciding what to do. I was at a corner near my grandparent's house, where there was a drive-thru burger joint and a small clear pond surrounded by trees. I decided to do the TOTM. I have had trouble before walking on water, so I decided to go straight to the advanced.

I began by summoning some wind, feeling it pick up around me. I started to make it swirl in a giant cyclone around the pond. I jumped into it and let it buffet me upward, riding the cyclone in a circle to the top. I caused it to become more of a whirlpool and let it suck me down to the water, then made it buffet me back up.

As I rode along the top of the cyclone, I began shooting fireballs from my hands. At first they were small and hard to see, but slowly I focused on making bigger and bigger fireballs, setting the trees that ringed the pond on fire, continuing to ride around the circumference of the cyclone. I began to manipulate the existing fires in the trees, causing them to grow and jump at my command.

After awhile, I floated back down and let the cyclone subside. I know I had done 2 elements, but I had planned to go ahead and do all 4 while I was at it, so I went for earth. I walked over to the burger joint drive thru, and saw some cracks in the asphalt. I caused the cracks to widen, and the earth to split apart. I did this several times, including some cracks in front of a car in the drive thru. I opened a large hole underneath the car and caused it (and its occupants, who screamed in terror) to to fall into the earth, closing the hole back up over the top.

There was a sexy girl standing at the drive thru, so I took a timeout to make some dream lovin

Then I walked back over to the pond, which was rippling as the wind was still blowing fairly strongly. I stilled the waters, which allowed me to see a fish. I tried to send a lightning bolt at the fish (something I have never done) with no luck. I caused the waters to become rough again, splashing and swirling. I figured I might as well try to walk on it... I couldn't. So I froze the water and rolled a ball across the surface in hopes of helping me believe I could walk on it. It rolled for a bit, but then fell in, which wasn't ideal. I tried to walk on the the frozen part, but I fell through. D'oh! I swear I'm gonna do this one one day!

Then I woke up.

That was a REALLY fun lucid! Destroyed the advanced task, but still can't walk on water. I can fly, morph, send objects flying through the air, shoot fireballs, create cyclones that lift me up, open holes in the ground, walk through walls, and yet I can't seem to friggin walk on water! Gotta love dream control

I figure I might as well put all my old dreams I posted on this website into my new dream journal, but I'm too lazy to do that one by one. So for all you die-hard fans (haha, what die-hard fans? ), here is the link to my old thread, started on March 4, 2010:

http://www.dreamviews.com/f107/just-...amviews-93085/

(btw, I wrote these almost two years ago, so I apologize if I sound like a mega-douche)...

It's the early 80s and I'm in my late teens/early 20s. I have an assignment I'm working on for university and I need more paper for the typewriter. I go all around the house, hoping to find some paper that Dad has left beside a typewriter somewhere or stowed away in one of his heavy wooden work desks. I can find none, so I sigh because I'm going to have to go upstairs and ask for some from my parents and I know things are tense up there. I go and ask for some paper. My mother asks me to apologize first for my tone of voice earlier. I now remember that we'd been sitting on camping chairs in the forest and she'd started to slap me around, but then we'd come into the present (me 47 years old and in good physical condition; her in her mid 70s and weakened) and I'd fought back, bringing her to the ground. She'd felt humiliated and hadn't spoken to me since. She and Dad were afraid I'd gone bad and would end up a street kid. So I ask for some paper, I'm asked to apologize, and Dad and my sisters just mouth to me, "Just do it." So I frame an apology under a tight smile. I'm given some paper. I go out the front door to the street where I grew up, and I let out a scream. It's heard inside, and then my mom herds my two sisters, both under 15, out the door and into the station wagon. They're about to leave the family and leave me with Dad and she and Dad are even talking about how to divide up the dogs. I look at the dogs and know they're crying inside because they know they're about to be separated forever and it's my fault. I can't believe my sister Bren is in the car and not saying anything. I yell at her that I thought she was my best friend and that she's a traitor - and it seems someone I can't identify is beside me feeding the word "traitor" to me, coaching me along. Then I yell at my sister Joanne, who is now a tall blonde woman with a two-year-old son. I see a Sunday School schedule where my sisters and I attend a shul while my nephew attends a Sunday School class on Jesus. (We're not Jewish in real life - at least not in practice, only in partial background.)

I wake up with people vaguely whirling about me, blaming me for breaking up my family. I'm still drugged up with Clonazepam and therefore half in dreamland, so I know I have to go back to sleep and kill myself in the dream to show everybody I'm a valid person. I know it's safe to kill myself in the dream, because I'll just wake up here. So I go back into the dream and then I'm watching news accounts of myself taking Clonazepam two at a time and delaying each dosage so I don't throw up, so that the overdose'll take and I'll get to leave. But instead I see myself as a blonde teen prostitute with tatoos all over her body. The tatoos are in the form of black vines crawling over every inch of my skin. There's a documentary narration voice stating I woke up here, my name was Margaret as a kid but it's now Megit, and I'm serving fries - which men are only too happy to take from me. The way I'm serving fries is, well, pornographic, and one by one. Apparently Margaret had woken up drugged up and surrounded by a prostitution ring. The documentary goes on to say that the rest of the family - who are now African-American brothers - has reunited and the sons have their own sons, who uncomfortably remind them of themselves.

Very important note here: I'm not suicidal in real life, not in the least. I used to be. But I'm too old and too well medicated for that crap now. I had forgotten to take my antidepressant yesterday morning, but had realized and taken it at night.

Another note: Yes, my mom used to slap me around a bit. She'd get in strange moods where you could almost see a thundercloud over her head. I remember once I saw her like that and stiffened up as I had to walk by her, and then she whaled on me with four or five slaps and told me it was because I was walking with my "nose in the air" looking like I had a "stick up [my] ass". I was scared of her and my dad, who got his slaps and kicks in as well when he went through his depression, to the point that at the age of 14 I almost left home. This is just another PTSD-type nightmare. I read a story about a street kid yesterday, so that was probably what triggered the element of fear of what could have happened to me.

I wasn't figuring on being able to remember any dreams from last night because I had a fairly potent margarita with my dinner. But I do remember bits and pieces of it:

I'm outdoors somewhere with some frineds of mine from work. And I'm carrying some kind of handheld device which lets me see things the others can't. We seem to be in some sort of competition with another group of guys from work and one of them (a guy I work with named Wade) is carrying a similar device. We seem to be driving on some kind of circular track. My team is driving counterclockwise, while the other team is driving clockwise. Or maybe it's just me and Wade who are driving, because I remember looking through the device and being able to see him coming at me. I'm unclear on what the rules of the race are.

In another dream, I find myself driving along a road approaching a 90 degree turn to the left which leads to a long bridge. It's been raining and there is water flowing over parts of the road as the water rises. I'm wanting to cross the bridge and get to the other side before the water gets too high and I am unable to cross.

Sidenote: This bridge scene has appeared in my dreams quite a few times in the past. I don't recall it being a bridge that I've ever seen in waking life, but in my dreams it feels as though it's a familiar sight.

[COLOR="red"]Lucid[/COLOR]
[COLOR="blue"]Dream[/COLOR]
[COLOR="silver"]Thoughts[/COLOR]
[COLOR="lightblue"]Middlestate[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]Last night I went to bed, feeling dizzy and terrible. I am ill. I still did the exercises for day 3 and 4 and then went to sleep.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I had a dream where I really had the urge to go to the bathroom. The whole dream consisted of me trying to find a toilet. When I finally did find one I stood there very long and let it flow. I understood that something was wrong, how can I pee for this long? And why doesn't the urge dissapear?!
I then got a terrible realisation, what if this was a dream and I wet myself for real, so embarassing.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]Then I woke up and saw that, no I hadn't wet myself. But I still[ had the urge to go to the toilet.
So I went to the bathroom and then went back to sleep. I told myself that I will recognise that I am dreaming.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I was now standing at a theater, and I was a part of it. My role was to just say one line at a certain time. I saw my parents down in the audience... I don't remember why or how, but I went down under the scene and saw that someone had started a fire with fireworks, so the play had to be canceled.

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The dream sceneary changed and the basement was now a part of my real house (I don't have a basement) and I went up to the kitchen and saw a hot violinist. I immediatelly thought about sex. But when I went out there to reach her, she transformed into a flower. I was discouraged. I then went to my livingroom and I looked at my hands.[/COLOR]
[COLOR="red"]I instantly became lucid. This time I was really focussed on how to stabilize this dream.
I looked at my hands and I touched my body, I rubbed my hands. And then I did something I have never tried before.
I jumped placed my feet infront of me, so when I landed I will hit my butt. On the landing everything become super clear.
I then leaned back, like the test you do to test trust, but this time no one was catching me and I fell straight down on my back. The spine felt weird and I bounced straight back up. The dream was now clear, but I forgot to spin so my mind wasn't clear...
I went out in the garden and flew, with surprising control. Then I saw my dad, I somehow become convinced that he was my real dreaming dad in my dream, so I did everything I could to make him realise that he was dreaming.
I shouted "Dad you are dreaming!" "Look at me you are in a dream", instead I lost my lucidity... [/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]Then I woke up and wrote this dream down, I could have chained it but chances are that I wouldn't have remembered it then, so I didn't wanted to risk that. Instead I went to the bathroom again and then back to bed.
I now thought to myself "I can enter a dream without falling asleep, my thoughts wil be vivid enough"[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I then had a dream about something that I can't remember, something matrix related though.[/COLOR]
[COLOR="red"]Then I see a hot girl and become lucid haha. But this time I didn't have the same control over my subconscious mind. I instantly thought about sex and lost my lucidity right away.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I then had a dream about me trying to kill a person from the Games of thrones series.
Khal Drogo, incredibly strong and fast. But somehow I managed to put a knife in his chest. Although I was chocked.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]It feels like I am getting better at stabilize a dream, but today I am going to read about what more I need to do according to the most famous authors on the subject. Maybe it had been done if I had spinned too.[/COLOR]

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Date: 10/09/11
Time: ~6am
Memory Clarity: 8/10
So I'm strolling around my neighbourhood, with a friend I think, and then all of a sudden lucidity! I very much want to drive a car, so I stand near the middle of the road and attempt to grab the door handles and carjack them as they drive by. Understandably, this proves troublesome, especially because a lot of the cars veer away from me, either from trying not to hit me or not wanting to get carjacked, or a combination of both.

I give up on this, and head a bit further up the road, where I see some parked cars, so I try to open them but they're locked. I try too hard and one of their alarms go off. I run off, not too scared though cause I knew it was just a dream. Well, I was fairly certain... I had become worried that it might be real life and the cops were after me, so I checked my right hand and sure enough, a finger was missing and another had a large hole in it, so that the top of my finger was floating off my hand, Rayman-style.

Satisfied with that, I keep heading on down the road and as I come to a corner I think 'Dean is there!' and start shouting 'Hey Dean! Dean!' (Dean's my friend IRL) As I come around the corner there is a child of about age 10, riding a scooter. I shout at him, 'Hey Dean! You're Dean!' and so forth. His face and hair morph to become a fairly good approximation of Dean, however his height was still that of a 10 year old, and that bugged me immensly so I went off. I turned around towards him and in a final 'screw you', I threw a skateboard at him and then kept on going. Around the corner again, was a person the right height, so I morphed him into Dean and said 'Hey Dean! Hey Dean! Dean! Dean! Hey!' to which he responded 'WHAAAAATT!!!!' I took a minute to think of something to say, and decided to ask the meaning of life. So I say 'Hey Dean, what's the meaning of l--' He interrupts me sharply, shouting 'A!!!' (like a multiple choice answer), and I hear the sound of the typical 'wrong answer' buzzer from game shows. As well as this, I see some other friends from school heading down the road towards me, and they had their names floating above them, in the style of World of Warcraft, except their names were red, denoting that they were hostile. The combination of all these things shocked me so much that I woke up.

I'm fairly happy about this, as it is my first proper lucid dream for more than a year! What was strange though was how indistinct my transition to lucidity was. In other lucid dreams, suddenly I'd realise 'I'm dreaming!' and then I'd feel very excited and weightless and light-headed. In this dream however, I was walking around and simply acknowledged, 'yes I'm lucid now' and continued on as ever. Its probably a good thing, as I maintained an extremely good level of control of the dream. It was also very vivid and realistic, hence my worry that it was real life.

[COLOR="red"]Lucid[/COLOR]
[COLOR="blue"]Dream[/COLOR]
[COLOR="silver"]Thoughts[/COLOR]
[COLOR="lightblue"]Middlestate[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]Many of the people who are taking part in my school project have written to me and said that they somehow attained higher awareness of their dreams, by either experiencing their dreams differently or remembering more of their dreams.
I did the second part of my method "Opening The Minds Eye" I can't let my people skip ahead so I will not tell what I did.
Anyway I accidently noticed one of my awakenings during the night and fell back to sleep.

I had some dreams before this ,but I don't remember them anymore.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I had a dream about me standing outside of my house[/COLOR] [COLOR="red"]I looked at my hands, and become lucid. I was in the dizzy state that I hate, but this time I remembered that I wanted to try the spinning technique.
I started to spin and thought to myself "The next thing I will see is a dream, I am dreaming". In the middle of it all everything turned black and I got a little disapointed. But then I found myself standing there again and I did the spinning once more, and now I was fully aware of my thoughts, I was as aware as I am in the waking life. I could remember what I wanted to do and so on. So I started to feel the texture of a brick wall with my hands. but later on the dizzy feeling came back...[/COLOR]
[COLOR="blue"]I was now laying in my bed, and I went to my computer to write down this dream, but when I started the computer, it shut itself off, like it sometimes do. But this time I got a message saying "There is a problem with your harddrive[ would you like to restore?" I clicked Yes "Then I had a terrible realisation. All my work about the Dream Project is on the computer and I only have one old backup, which means that I have to rewrite alot of stuff.
As you all might have guessed this was a False awakening nighmarish (not really I didn't felt that scared, just frustrated).[/COLOR]
[COLOR="silver"]Then I woke up in my bed, although I could have chained this dream, I wasn't paying attention to that.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]So the spinning technique is a way for me to get more conscious in that sense, that I can remember real thoughts and concerns in the dream. But after I have spinned I should stabilize it alot more, and if I wake up I do a reality check.[/COLOR]

Before I go posting my dreams here, I figure I should introduce myself properly, something I never did in my year and a half on DreamViews...
My name is Mike, I am fifteen years old and I am currently a sophomore in high school. I am a huge music fan, I play guitar (a lot), and I love to listen to all kinds of music, from Luciano Pavarotti to Frank Sinatra to KISS to Run-DMC. My favorite musical group is by far The Beatles. I am no ordinary "All You Need Is Love" Beatles fan. Don't get me wrong, I love the song, but I'm not one of those people that knows that and maybe three other Beatles songs. I am a superfan. I know all their songs, officially released or not, and I might as well be called a Beatles historian. But enough about that. This is not a music website, its a dream website (sometimes I rant...I apologize in advance). I would like to say that I am a Grade-A dreamer that gets lucid dreams all the time, but sadly, I cannot say that. I have maybe had one or two lucid dreams in my lifetime that I recall, but they were only semi-lucid and in the dreams I felt physically detached and only partially aware of my dream-state. In other words, I've been lucid, but I rarely take advantage of that and control the dream. Its quite the opposite, as my dreams control me. I am but a passenger of my own subconscious. But that doesn't mean my dreams aren't any fun! When I dream, I dream very strongly, with precise detail (visually, of course--my dreams almost never have any plot line or continuity). The settings in my dreams are always fluidly changing. As of right now, my dream recall is pretty lousy, but I'll get it back after I purposely try to recall my next couple of dreams. So, for now, there's not much more to say...I'll just have to wait and see what my mind conjures up and continue from there!...