side notes

I had incredibly vivid dreams last night, but I had to work so I only took a few notes and I know I'm missing part of it. =(

I was looking through an old composition notebook of mine and found sketches that were really amazing. One of them had a park bench sitting overlooking a river. The water was in such good detail that could almost see it flowing (should've done a RC.) It was in a sort of 3D style. I was amazed that I had drawn something so good. I was about to show someone when I realized that my friend, A, had used my notebook at one time. She's an artist, so I assumed she did them, which made more sense. I was a little disappointed.

The same dream, just later on. I was at a house I used to live in a long time ago, a doublewide, but it was where my home is now. I was talking to this girl when I realized that she was my new sister. We were standing in front of the bathroom mirror discussing make-up. She was pointing to the eyeshadows that were hers, then she said I could use them but just to ask. That's when I told her that I really liked the eyeshadow she got for me. She asked me which colors they were, and I started describing the same exact eyeshadow that I wear in waking life. I named off the colors, slowly as I tried to remember what they were. Purple, orange, yellow, and a maroon color. When I woke up I was surprised to have remembered something like this from my waking life. Was I semi-lucid, maybe? (BTW this is the part I was forgetting.) After the eyeshadow thing, it made me want to start getting ready for school. I looked at the clock and it was 12:55am. I was debating on whether I should sleep or stay up and do my make-up early.

Then I noticed that some people from my work were at the house. M is fighting with her boyfriend, K, and is being pretty aggressive. I tell them I need a bag of weed and he's going to help me. We go outside and he's still acting violent. He tells me that he has to go to R to get the pot and that I have to go with him. Before I could say ok, we're zooming off in his car towards this field that is next to my house. I'm not in the car, I'm like hanging on to the window or maybe in some kind of side seat, but totally not in the car. He's going way too fast to make the turn, I realized, and we drive straight into the field going at an incredibly high speed. I could feel the woosh and see everything in a blur. Then as he gets dangerously close to this house he starts to do a 180 in an insane wide turn. I'm so scared by this point and wake up before we make it. I remember thinking the car was going to flip.

[This is a catch-up post. I had another good lucid dream on the night of April 27-28, 2011. It took me a long time to get around to finishing the writeup of this, but here it is.]

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

I'm at a meeting of my local community advocacy and action group. It's being held in a big, spacious, public multipurpose meeting room. There are no chairs or tables in the room, just empty floor space. A lot of the people there are wearing our team color, orange. We're electing the new secretary for the group. The election process begins with everyone who wants to run for the position walking out of the crowd and going and standing in a line, facing the rest of the crowd. My friend J. is there, and she starts to go and stand in the line of candidates. I tell her something like, “Oh, don't run for this. You already do so many things.” I'm specifically thinking of choir when I say this. [In real life, J. and I are in choir together, but she's not part of the advocacy group.] I say this to her because I don't want her to get overwhelmed with too many responsibilities.

[Later, different cycle.] I'm walking through House #1. Everything looks gray, dimly-lit and fuzzy. Because of that, I suspect that I might be dreaming, so I do a reality check. [I don't remember what it was; I think it was trying to go through a solid object.] It doesn't work. “Aw, nutbunnies!” I say aloud, disappointed that it isn't a dream.

And yet, a part of my mind is still suspicious. As I continue walking through the house, I decide to try doing the nose-pinch RC. This time, it works. I'm delighted to find that I really am dreaming! Breathing through my pinched-shut nose feels really cool, too. I do it several times, to verify that I'm dreaming and to experience that cool, weird sensation. It's been a while since I've experienced it.

As usual, I'm eager to just explore the world of this dream and see what there is to see, so I leave the house through the front door and go outside into the yard. It's a bright, sunny, breezy day, and now everything is in color, rather than shades of gray. I walk through the front gate and out into the front yard. Standing on the front lawn between the hedge and the liquid-amber tree, I allow myself to be lifted up into the air on the breeze. It's really fun. “Wheeeee!” I say aloud, enjoying the moment with pure, childlike playfulness. The wind blows me into the branches of the liquid-amber tree, which are pointy and scratchy. I return to the ground.

Our brown car is sitting on the north side of the driveway, the side furthest from the front lawn. [I think it might have been the Mazda we had when we lived in House #1, not the Honda we have now.] I decide to continue practicing my intangibility skills by passing through the closed car door to get into the car. As I start to go through the door to the back seat on the passenger side, the door becomes semi-transparent and stretches inward, like a rubber sheet. I get all the way through and feel the door pull away from my body as it snaps back into place. It feels like rubber, too. I'm now sitting in the back seat of the car. “Holy s***, that was awesome!” I exclaim aloud. I'm really proud that I succeeded in going through the car door like that.

I sit in the back seat of the car for a moment, just taking in the realism and detail of its interior and basking in the glow of my achievement. Then, I decide to get out of the car the normal way, by opening the door. By the time I get out, a van has parked on the other half of the driveway, right next to my car, and there are people getting out of it.

I think, Hey, I'm here in the dream version of my old neighborhood. This would be a great chance to go fly up to the top of the baseball backstop in the park. So I start flying toward the park. To get there, I fly above the streets that lead to it. “I’m not exactly going as the crow flies,” I remark to myself. I realize that I'm following the same route to get from my house to the park that one would follow if one were driving between the two points; I'm just following that route out of a habit that was ingrained into my mind in the real world. The thought crosses my mind that I might wake up from this at any moment, but I immediately push the thought away and ignore it, because I want to stay in the dream.

I arrive at the park. “I’ve always wanted to do this!” I exclaim. [Some background for DV readers: As a child, I once came across a book about out-of-body experiences in a bookstore. I didn't buy it, and I was too afraid to try to induce an OBE, but I thought the idea was really cool. I fantasized that if I were ever to have one, the first thing I would do would be to go to the park, fly to the top of the chain-link baseball backstop, and sit on the edge of it. I wanted to do that in this dream because it was something I had wanted to do for many, many years.]

I start flying through the park toward the baseball backstop. My dad is there, and he stops me and shows me a way to hold my arms that will help me fly better and faster. I do what he shows me: hold my arms out in front of me, elbows bent, fists out, right fist in front of my left one. He tells me that I can fly faster by pushing my right fist further away from me and pulling my left one in closer to my chest, as if I were pulling a rope taut. I try it, and it works. During this training session, I notice that I’m suddenly wearing red boxing gloves.

Using this new method, I continue flying toward my goal. It's a long, long way to the place where I think the baseball field should be, over wild, natural terrain. When I get to where I think it should be, there is no baseball field there, just a broad area filled with rocky hills. I spot the backstop among the hills and land next to it.

“What?” I say aloud, surprised and confused. There is a metal baseball backstop, but it's tiny [maybe two feet tall], overgrown with weeds, and covered with the spiky seed pods from liquid-amber trees. “That’s pretty lame!” I say in disappointment. I turn away and fly back the way I came.

I eventually fly back to what appears to be the counter of a sporting-goods store. I land there and take off the red boxing gloves I'm still wearing, and the bicycle kneepads I have on my feet. I then leave the store by flying through the big, high, square window above its front door. Flying through it creates a sort of flashing, ripple effect in the glass, somewhat similar to what I saw the first time I went through glass, but more visible and flashier. I knew I could fly through glass intangibly because I’d done it before.

I'm now flying outside. There is a concrete parking structure that looks a lot like the one at the local mall right in front of me, and there is another park off to the right. I head toward the park to fly up onto one of the baseball backstops there. As I’m making my way over there, I hear the very faint sound of smooth jazz music. I realize that there’s only one place that music could be coming from: my parents’ clock radio. [I notice that the music is playing at normal speed, too – this demonstrates to me that time does indeed pass at the same speed in my lucid dreams as it does in the real world.] The combination of the music and my knowledge of where it's coming from cause the dream to fade and me to wake up.

No dreams recalled last night. Was way too drunk, but I knew that already Hope I'll remember some tonight!

Jacob.

These dreams come in different segments but they're all connected. Also, I've had these dreams before on several different occasions. This time I had more lucid control over them, they were much more vivid, and I have little trouble recalling them.

The start of the first dream took place in a ravine, some dark rocky trench flanked between two buildings, like an alley. I was with a friend and we both came across a mannequin at the bottom of the trench. The mannequin was alive and she told us to retrieve the key inside her in order to continue to the next half of my dream. There was a hole in her thigh, so I ripped off the plastic skin there and found a series of plastic tuppaware containers that were filled with food. We opened each container and emptied the contents to find the key. The hole in her leg that held the tuppaware got deeper and the small plastic containers got bigger. The more bins we opened, the more rotten and bug infested the food became. My friend was disgusted and didn't want to continue looking. But I finished on my own because I wanted to continue the dream. I found the key in the last largest maggot inhabited container.

The dream continued without my friend but I was accompanied by Vin Diesel (the actor) and Optimus Prime (a Transformer). We had a mission to stop a latex fetish woman who tortured and killed people. While we staked out the factory she used as a hideout, Optimus and Vin were perched on a nearby warehouse roof. Optimus was in his truck form and I suddenly realized that he was stuck in this fashion and he couldn't transform. Vin said he knew a way to unlock this, so he jumped off the roof and wandered into the latex lady's factory. I've had this dream before, and I consciously remembered that Vin gets tortured and killed inside the factory, so I jump off the roof and pursue him in order to prevent the same outcome as it would usually happen.

I entered the building and it was lit by red lamps, like a dark room. Vin Diesel was floating in a pool of blood and tied by the wrists and ankles so he was immobile and couldn't escape. The woman was beginning to saw into his skull and I fought her off. At first, I thought it was somebody else fighting her, but it was me, just in a different body. I have brown eyes and black shoulder length hair in waking life, but here I had long blond hair and white eyes. I also had gloves with the imprint of skeleton hands on them, but when I fought with them, they became real bones and claws. The woman continued to struggle against me and eventually pinned me down and cut my face into a very intricate pattern that resembled tiger stripes on my cheeks and a thorned crown on my forehead that had the word "condemned" inscribed in the middle. They looked like a henna tattoo rather than scars or fresh wounds. She laughed at me and said I was worthy of making a movie out of. That upset me, I felt mocked and belittled. So I smiled and fought her back more viciously, saying that movies are fake and nothing like real life. The real world is full of pain and suffering and confusion and the cinema world is something that takes us away from fake synthetic things like her. I could clearly hear the song "Blue Orchid" by The White Stripes as I continued to scold her and beat her.

Thoughts and Stuff There were other small segments that involved stuffing hundred dollar bills into my bra, more tuppaware incidents that had nesting doll qualities, and screwing a girl that I used to have a thing for (still have a thing for? lol). Most of my dreams have been very nostalgic and exhausting to recall lately but this one made me wake up refreshed and curious. If you would like to share some insight, feel free.

Arrrgh, went to bed to late, and was woken at 6:00 am by my roomies, coming home drunk. Didn't get any propper sleep after that, and therefore no dreams recalled Most likely won't get any tonight either, since I'll be out.

Jacob.

So like, I haven't written in my online dream journal for what feels like months. In truth, I've slacked off quite a bit with writing down my dreams.. Somebody slap me silly until I'm back into shape.

But yeah, figured I might as well share this, as it sets my new personal record for lucids in one day. My recall ain't the best (if anything, it's rather poor) as I didn't write them down until the end; just fragments really:

Lucid = orange

I'm in my house with other people but there are things about it which are different. The girl who I encountered earlier in the dream has become quite attached to me, and hasn't left my side since. I ask her if she's my dream girl and she says yes.

I'm in a room and there's 2 people with me. For some reason I kill them, and then when somebody comes to see what's happened I fake out that my legs are broken and that I can't move, so it couldn't have been me. I get away with it.

Upon waking from this, I didn't bother writing it down, but instead laid completely motionless (not even opening/moving my eyes) and allowed myself to go back into the dream:

I'm back in my house - upstairs. I race down the stairs and through the door, and it's night time. I fly off down my neighbourhood and down the road a little while. I then land myself and notice cars going past me. I decide to try spawning a lightsabre. Looking in front of me, I pull my left arm back, and then throw it underarm but to the side like how you draw one of those toy lightsabres. Sure enough, I spawn something in my hand, but it's not what I expected; I'm holding a blue whiteboard marker. I ignore this momentarily and try to summon the 'blade' bit of it, which comes up fine. I try to test my force powers so I throw it into the distance and then will it back to me, which works perfectly. I retract it and then try to change the appearance of the handle bit, in the same way that I summoned it to begin with, with a proper lightsabre in my mind's eye. After 2 or so attempts I succeed with a darth vader style one, however it's quite small.

I then woke up again, this time moving a bit, then went back to sleep.

Note: There was a bit of a dream which happened before this fragment, which involved something to do with me being tired at a friend's house and sort of crashing out, with my friend Martin trying to get me to play with fire (but that's all I can remember)

I'm in town at the beach (the beach = grassy area next to the centre of town in front of a church) and Martin has got me in a lock so I can't move. He's calling me a pussy and setting my hood on fire in multiple places. I then spot Mr Waldron (my head of house back in school) and call for help. He rushes over but doesn't do anything. I eventually manage to break free and at this point is where I think I became lucid.
2 girls are gobbing off at me from behind. I walk up to one of them and grab her by the necklace and chokeslam her, setting it as a warning to anybody else who wants to start sh*t. A guy runs up behind me and tries to jump me but I'm aware of him and do a roundhouse kick which almost hits him in the face, causing him to fall back. Then a nob I went to primary school with tries to start something. He comes up to me and says ''Sam, you couldn't knock anyone out.'' so I throw a punch and we both turn into paladins. I'm a retribution spec and he's protection, so it turns into a long battle which mainly consists of me dealing heavy damage but him healing through all of it constantly. I figure this isn't going to work so I try to look for my bike. It's located within a coffin right next to us, but will take me a while to open so I stun him and seize the opportunity. I succeed and mount up, riding off and leaving him in the dust. After I've got some distance, I convert my bike into a flying mount and soar into the air, getting higher ground so I can survey the beach from a safer position.

Again, I wake up, and this time consider writing everything down so that I don't forget, as I've just had 3 lucids. I take too much time lounging around thinking about it though and end up falling asleep without knowing.

I'm on the computer on MSN, and I've just got a random multi-convo add from 2 girls. Something tells me it's the 2 girls from the beach so I ignore it and close the window. Dad then calls me into his study as he wants to show me something. While he's talking, I suddenly remember that just now I was going to sleep, so I must be dreaming.
With this awareness, my surroundings and vision become a lot clearer and profound, reinforcing my knowledge. I let Dad continue with what he was talking to me about, but pay no attention to it. I'm more focused on the little details on his shirt, the study, my house, where it is I actually am.
I then go out of his study and into the kitchen. I'm only wearing my underwear but I don't care since it's just a dream. I then spot a couple of hot girls getting tans in my garden; I figure this could be a goldmine. I walk outside in my bare feet and note how the grass feels - it feels like it should, yet it isn't real. I then feel the need to whip my cock out as it's getting rather uncomfortable, and it is only a dream so nobody will mind. I then walk closer to these girls and note that my eyes didn't deceive me. I turn my back for some reason and then turn back to them, to find they're gone. I remember reading up about dream characters requiring your attention to be present, so I walk round to the other side of the garden expecting to see them. Sure enough, I find them, next to the wall. 2 of which are sitting down, and I pick the one furthest away from me and get her to give me head. Things get heated and I get extremely horny, so I call the other 2 over and tell them to share it between them. However, one of them asks me what I mean and then things go a bit crazy for a second. When I come to I'm back in the house. One of the girls is next to me, one of them is in the kitchen, and the girl I picked is walking into the kitchen. I call her over but she doesn't respond, so I get up and walk over to her, pulling her back to where I was sitting. I then sit back down and pull her down with me, and start having sex. All the way through, I'm worried about waking up like I have every other time so I put more focus into other senses. Surprisingly, I get to the point where I can feel a climax coming on and continue with what I'm doing. It then comes and I find myself astonished at the fact I had just successfully had proper lucid sex for the first time. I then wake up shortly after.

Had too little sleep I think. I'll go to bed early today, and set my alarm clock to wake me up multiple times. Hope I'll have a lucid dream with a bit of luck!

Jacob.

26.04.2011

No Big Get-Off (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

*Sexually explicit (though rather clinical, lol. No big get-off to be had here :p)
*Rough draft

Visuals took over my meditation. I wasn’t that tired, this has been happening lately. I want to research this. It kind of feels like falling asleep but sometimes I’m aware of my body and the binaural water sounds I’m listening to as well. Maybe sleep paralysis? I really should read up.

Walking in my home
I used to live with a man here but I broke up with him, I think
I see some items that are colorful, 3 that go together
I'm in the bed we used to sleep in together. I lay around a bit. At one point looking out the large window and the white light barely tinted with blue.

I decide to give head to myself
Wondering if I’d like the taste
The taste wasn’t very obvious; it was fine
I want to try different things
I’m reacting to it and can feel it at the same time
I see my hips lift, but I feel like I'm laying below myself at the same time with my head between my legs, of course. :p
It was pretty clinical. I was figuring out my anatomy and pleasure reactions more than really trying to get off.
Kinda tentative at first
Licking it feels nice but too general
Sucking on my clit is pretty pleasurable I think
Pressing my chin onto it
The general pressure feels very good, like I could eventually cum like that
Hips lifting in reaction to the pleasure I’m giving myself
Pressing hard makes my chin and pubic bone pretty sore, but my clit is happy. I stop the chin method
grazing my teeth against my clit feels like a bit of a stab of pleasure, a bit too intense but a nice “jump start” to be used occasionally
Nibbling my clit with my teeth feels too sharp

A man comes over and we’re going to a concert together, some alternative rock group I used to like pretty well in high school but wasn’t that crazy about

Got into the car with one of the guys who came to my house, we’re driving together. I’m driving, and the other guy has another car. He is a bit surly. We go to the corner convenience store. Something somewhat significant happens inside (with the man at the counter? I was watching through the window?)

I remember I have to get something for the concert, a set of 3 items that pertain to the band. The items are important. One was a kind of book. They were like a key to something and would be recognized (by the band?). The surly guy was annoyed. I brushed his annoyance off.

We had time, there would be an opening band, I imagined and told the guy in my car. He agreed and said something about me being on top of the planning. I questioned that I was, thinking I had procrastinated and that I was lucky there is probably an opening band which I hadn’t taken into account before. I thought that if there wasn’t an opening band we’d be late.

Driving into my old small curved driveway (where I lived in waking life in high school). When entering it I focus on its small entrance and how it is pretty awkward to veer into it but I do. A tree has overgrown but I pull up enough for the guy in the car behind to have easier access to the house's door as well. The tree’s branches come into the window and they’re more solid than I’d thought. They kinda hurt and I wonder about being able to open the door.

I had the 3 items I think, got to the concert, there are different rooms/areas
The concert hasn’t started in the main, larger area. The opening group will play in a smaller room that we go to. There are chain link fences. I sit on the bleachers. I am alone, the man has gone off somewhere and will come back and I think the surly guy left a bit before that.

Old school, old teacher, Claudia and another
Claudia was being strict about the students sitting in rows of two. Katie, a student, kept sitting where she wanted over and over. Claudia kept correcting/directing her. Katie seemed like she was somewhat unconscious of her actions, and also quietly (subconsciously, perhaps) angry and dismissing, like she was telling them to leave her the hell alone silently.

I didn’t have a very good seat. I'm in the section to the side of the area where the students were sitting. The other teacher (Leigh?) called my name as if I was still a student. I knew it was a better seat and she gave me a look like she knew I wasn’t supposed to be grouped with them but she was going to pretend she didn’t and make an exception so I could have a better seat. After a couple moments’ hesitation I stood, picked up my backpack and another item, and went to go sit there. Claudia noticed and said something. The other teacher gave a vague argument about why I should be fine sitting there. Claudia was strict, enforced the rules. Leigh gave me a subtly exasperated look mixed with a c'est la vie look about Claudia. I kinda shrugged and sat back down and felt a little embarrassed in front of the students.

I saw a man I had dream memories of. We had been around each other regularly. He was like Adam (a man who had been a gay porn star I used to be friendly with in waking life. We always had a fun time, joking and being silly and also emotionally and physically affectionate. He had one of those vibrant, open personalities that didn’t seem needy, more just loving. He did little things, like when I was a waitress and had been serving him and his life partner, he poked his head into the back of the restaurant where I was making espressos and handed me the folded-up tip all furtive-like. He whispered matter-of-factly, “thanks for the blowjob.”, turned, and went back to his table. Leaving me cracking up. Very deadpan and playful at the same time, so much fun.) So, this dream character had the spirit of Adam and looked like Ozzy Osbourne (they are a bit similar in looks in some ways in waking life).

I recalled dream memories of being around him daily because of people we were friends with. They seemed rich and extravagant. He and I would peripherally interact in these memories and there was a sadness there too, like we were sad we had a lot of distance between us. When I saw him at the concert, he was guarded emotionally. I initiated talking with him and he was hesitant. I told him I miss seeing him every day. He started to warm up and we linked arms and walked as we talked. He was surprised I missed him, saying “you did?” and I could feel him melting. I reaffirmed that I did. He warmed up a little more and invited me on a skiing trip and started to name-drop a bit about people who would be there (in real life he spent time and was close to famous people and he, or at least they, tended to like to name drop). It felt kinda cold and superficial, but I was excited at the prospect of going at the same time.

Our walking took us down, into what felt like the basement/garage of this amphitheater. He wanted to show it to me.

annoyed at waste, men working

Trenches for planks of wood, band members one of whom was shooting up

I’m outdoors, walking on a long balcony. Men to my left in rooms working on projects (with saws and whatnot…you know, picking up heavy objects and putting them back down) My thumb caught on a round electric saw attached to and hanging over the balcony’s railing. The tooth of the saw was slightly deformed and it was caught on my thumb without scraping much. I carefully extract my thumb so as not to cut myself more and reflect on that. The saw feels like it almost has a hold on it.There is some pain.

Grey’s anatomy short black doctor woman "Nazi" and another familiar but not famous woman had been trying to flag me down before then with some papers she wanted me to sign. I had seen but had been doing some other things. She expressed annoyance. I held my boundaries and stayed good natured.The solid short woman took my thumb; it was bleeding. Her finger came close to touching the cut/scrape like she was fascinated. I pulled it away before she could touch it and was like, don’t touch it! Um, aren’t you like a doctor? She kinda shrugged and looked to the side.

I felt emotionally strong in this dream
Another man (a doctor?) asks me out. I wasn’t expecting him too. I felt comfortable and wanted him to. He was kind of constrained but I understood why.

Cousin, aunt/CJ/Diane Hamilton interruption of me and the man.

At that point I lost the sense of emotional expression balanced with a calm and acceptance stance toward my emotions that held their intensity in check without trying to. I got angry and quiet.

Woke breathing hard, angry…with Charles in Charge theme song going through my mind, lmao. It is still being sung in my mind as I write this. Joy…*crazy face*

Oh, and my thumb still kind of hurts. When I picked up my laptop to write this the pressure and roughness of the cushion exacerbated the pain a bit.

So I've taken a huge break from DV (missed it :\ )

Anyways I've been looking at different beliefs, and I really like the concept of Astral Projection, and it's so similar to Lucid Dreaming I've decided I really want to get back into this site I've been looking at things such as keeping your eyes closed the moment you wake up, and I've been studying from the School of Out of Body Travel.

Can anyone please comment and give me advice/tips?

Much Thanks,
Jake

Before i fell asleep i tried WILDing as usual and focus on third eye meditation.
The problem is that after my body gets numb i get so hot, really i sweat like a pig. All the blankets start to feel annoying on my skin, my nose starts to itch my patience starts to lose it.
It feels awkward enough for me to just give up and roll in my bed till i fall asleep normally.

heres what i remember

My mom forced called the supermarket and forced me to get a job there, i went over to the supermarket and met my boss. 2 chiefs atually, but one of them was a lazy bum the other one was a pretty cool guy.
He showed me around the supermarket but forgot to tell me what to do so i left him and went around exploring the place by myself. There where loads of employees but i don't recall any interaction.
I didn't really feel like working there so i wanted to just leave but then i thought what the hell might aswell work for 2 hours and get some money out of it.
I never did tho i just chilled,i think.

My second dream was way more interesting

I was in a school-like environment but much different from my actual school since this one had nice greenfields around it, countless of entrances and exits.

Anyway i remember seeing a girl i used to go out with. We never really got together officially due to some issues but it was a fun ride nontheless. Oh and she's hot ! i mean smoking beautiful makes me growl like a hound.
So we where in a class together i think or outside.. or both at the same time and then she said she lost some weight. Just look at my tummy. And she moved her shirt up a bit.
It was all flat and shiny beautiful and she said go ahead to touch it.
So i did feel her up a little bit, then she bended over for some reason and while i was touching her stomach at first i suddenly found myself grabbing her gorgeous ass like a maniac. She was perfectly okay with it but i stopped when i realized what i was doing cus i respect her soul at least as much as i respect her body.
EDIT: I just remembered she actually stripped down naked ! She's so smokin'

Me and her and some others where lying in the grass, i was leaning over her face and i remembered she used to take a lot of naps and sleep a lot when i knew her. So i asked her what she dreams of. Then she said : I lost my dog..
wtf?

In probably still the same dream i met some guy and we got a long real well. At the end of the day/evening whatever it is, when he was about to go home i asked him where does he live cus i wanted to give him a ride home. He looked at me like i was crazy and he ran off into the forest.

I remember going inside the school and seeing the girl i was telling u about and a friend of her who currently goes to the same school i do and i thought they where talking about me when i heared her say, sometimes he can be really cool and funny but other times hes just plain annoying. So i gave her the middle finger and said fuck u ! She said, nonono we're not talking about you we're talking about Turuk. Some marrocain kid i haven't seen in like 5 years.

Oh yea i remember greeting some marrocain gangster boys right there and for some reason we hugged lol.

Couldn't recall any dreams from last night, even though I set my alarm clock to 4:30, 6:00 and 7:30 I had very unstable sleep for some reason, had a hard time falling asleep even though I was tired.

Hopefully I'll be able to recall tomorrow! I'll go to bed early!

Note to self never take naps during the day.... you wont be able to fall asleep when it gets late!

So I was laying in bed and concentrating on lucid dreaming well all of a sudden everything went black and it felt like someone was pulling me into dream world. So I freaked out and jerked awake...

Has anyone else had this experience?

Okay, so this is kinda strange.

I dreamt once about walking and holding hands with a boy. No big deal. He was just an acquaintance in my life, someone I saw in the hallway or came up in conversation. However, after that one dream of holding hands, I woke up to being attracted to a person I once thought was never possible. Well, I ended up perusing that boy and we were together for 2 years. If I didn't have that dream I'm not sure that would have happened...

and it's not just him! Once in a while a random acquaintance will come strutting into a dream and just the sheer fact of them being there creates a whole different concept of who they are in reality.

Any one had anything similar?

Been away for some time now. Already have 4 notebooks full of dreams on the shelf, but no time to type and post them.
Maybe one day when my life is calmer (when will that be?) I'll find the time to do it...
Due to life circumstances, I don't do so much mentalization about what I want to do once I'm asleep. Instead I try to keep a stable awareness throughout the day. This resulted in an increased awareness that I'm dreaming to maybe 60% of my dream time, but the determination to accomplish lucid tasks decreased by maybe 90%, so I have just been enjoying the dreams aware without much interferring on their course.
Anyway, one of this latest nights I summoned my DG to ask her/him (depends on the occasion) about what I should do, and he told me to stop obsessing about goals and objectives and just merge completely with the experience and savor it 100%. So that's what I've been doing and there's not much to talk about it anyway.