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Orange = Lucid

I'm back in school, this time in my old uniform and I'm with a friend. We're walking up to the tennis courts because Jacob Barnett is getting bullied, and I want to give him a hand.
Note: Jacob Barnett is this 12 year old who has an IQ of 170, who I discovered the existence of yesterday
So yeah, I say to my friend ''If they touch him, I'm gonna beat the crap out of them. Plus, there's no way I can get done in because I don't go to this school any more, and if they try to get the police on me I can simply state it was in defense of somebody else and not assault.'' (seems I was already aware of some in-normalities, because I remembered that I didn't go to school any more, however I wasn't lucid)
Once we're up there, this kid is throwing a load of abuse at Jacob and I'm visualising smashing him out of existence, just waiting for a chance to actually put it into action. Nothing actually kicks off though, and then they proceed to play some form of sport, so I go and sit down outside of the tennis courts with a group of people in my year-group. After a short while, however, our principle can be seen coming in our direction.
Note: When that happened, it was usually to remove us from that area.
I decide I ain't gonna take none of it, and start yelling abuse at him as loud as I can, as profane as I can make it. My peers are laughing in approval but are also coming out with things such as ''Wtf Sam, you're gonna get in so much trouble!'' I merely state that nothing of the sort is going to happen (I must have been close to lucidity as this point, because I was like 90% sure) then I decided to reality check for some reason. I tried to push my thumb through my hand, and it went clean through.

I was then lucid, and 100% sure that nothing would happen, so I yelled more. I then turn to talk to my peers, bragging about the fact I can push my thumb straight through my hand. They're like WTF?! It amuses me intensely. I then recall the spinning technique because I'm bored of this place (and also my eyes are having a little trouble staying open), walk a little while down the bank on to the field, and start spinning around with my eyes open. It doesn't actually do much, but I do get a feel for the sensation of feeling grounded within the dream. My eyes then close and everything fades to black.

I'm back in my bed. I reality check just to make sure I'm not still dreaming, and the same results happen, so I get up. The room is completely different to my room, however. There's a table in the middle and Emma is sitting on a chair next to it.
Note: Emma is my college tutor, and she's what you call a MILF
Since me and my friend Niall have constantly made references to wanting to bang her, I decide to put it into action. She gets up and starts walking towards me, so I push her into a ledge behind her and start the foreplay. She instantly responds to this with the reaction I wanted, however I then realise I've forgotten (again) to remain focused on keeping aware of the dream-state. Things fade to black again.

I'm back in my bed for a second time, but I can still feel myself touching her. I figure something is wrong here, and I'm either awake and very close to a dream, or still in a dream. I use the same reality check, and it tells me I'm still dreaming. I get up, and this time I'm in my room. My bedside lamp is on and it's dark outside. Emma is also in my room, completely naked. I figure this is the most opportune moment I could ask for, as my bed is literally an arm's length away. I don't want to rush into things this time, however, so I start rubbing my hands together, feeling the texture of my bed, etc. My eyes are extremely hard to keep open though (like what's been happening throughout this whole lucid) and then they close again.

I'm now back in that room I was in before with the table, and Emma is sitting in the same place on the chair. The way I see things is completely different though. Everything is in black and white, just like the game 'Madworld'. I figure it's useless to have sex in this condition.

I then wake up properly.

Clearly, I must be making considerable progress here. Since I started the ADA technique, I've given up on WILD, and have had 2 lucid dreams in the space of 3 days. Also, considering it's April 1st, it's quite an awesome (and positive) start to the month.

I don't remember a lot because I rushed out of bed without writing it down first.

It started on a Ship

We arrived at the dock on a wooden ship (like the recent Narnia movie's ship). I remember it was me, another guy about my age and King Edmund who got off the ship. We walked across the dock and everyone was dressed like world war II era (also the setting of the movie). So we walked around the dock to a tree on the shore that was between buildings. The tree was in the ally between two buildings and had a door hinge on it.

King Edmund said that this was the way we needed to go to get to Narnia. We opened the tree and a cavern with torches around it was inside. The cavern was about the size of a normal sized garage. We walked in and heard a deep growl noise. Me and Edmund drew our swords and the other guy hesitated and drew his with a worried look on his face (he said he knows nothing about Narnia and had never been to there before). We walked slowly through the small cavern and then a giant troll came out and swung his mace at us. He had spiked armor and a spiked helmet but his arms and legs were exposed. We all scrambled and fought. My sword had a small handle and was near useless, every time I hit the troll I almost lost my grip on the sword. I looked for anything to fight with and found a pile of swords most of them looked like toy swords. The troll went for the others and this gave me time to get a better weapon. The first one I picked up was the biggest one with a dragon scale design and a dragon head on the hilt. It was perfect and light but when I felt it, it was dull (every sword in my dream was dull). I fought with it anyway and battered him with it but never could cut him. After many minutes of fighting, Edmund jumped and stabbed the troll through his armor into his heart. The cavern shook when it hit the ground. We all were out of breath. Edmund said we had done our job.

I could see that the cavern went on but no torches were up anywhere else in the cavern. We were leaving and I was happy for my new sword but then as we walked out of the cavern, I knew it would not come with me from Narnia because you can't bring anything with you from Narnia. As we went through the door my sword turned into a gold mist and vanished. After we closed the door the other guy wanted to know if he would ever go back in their again and Edmund said he will eventually but not for a while.

We walked back to the dock where our ship was and now my cousin Jacob was with us. We didn't have phones and Jacob let us use his and we called the ship and they said it would be a little bit but they were on there way. We all waited and the direction the ship was coming from was thunderstorming and pouring rain with high waves. We were a little worried. All of these refugees were on the dock with us who were mostly women and children who looked like they had lost everything.

We all waited for the ship and when the ship got back it looked more futuristic and not as long but taller. As we got on Edmund gave me a model of the ship that was about a foot long and was telling me it was the same ship but had changed and showed me more on the model about the new additions and then I woke up.

(Just a note that I have been really busy, lately. Still keeping a few notes, but my recall has been pretty shitty as of late. Oh well. I'll try to get back on the ball soon.)

non dream - lucid - non lucid

I've had a lot of dream fragments related to this lately.
I dream them completely out of order, but they clearly belong together.
They're all non-lucid and play a few years in the future.
This is a try to connect them and fit them into chronological order, now that I feel I have enough fragments for everything to make sense.

• Working for NASA
  I own a company specializing in all kinds of modern computer toys.
  We mostly develop futuristic user interface hardware, but recently we've gotten into the development of air plane cockpits.
  Most companies want more modern hardware than what is currently used.
  It's not like our stuff is insanely more user friendly, but it looks much more futuristic and it isn't really more expensive than the traditional stuff.
  
  NASA hired us to design all user interface devices on a new experimental spacecraft.
  It's supposed to achieve high speeds using a small nuclear reactor powering experimental Magnetoplasmadynamic thrusters.
  This would allow traveling to close planets such as Mars in much more reasonable time frames.
  We're supposed to design everything in the cockpit, and all other interfaces all over the ship.
  We're also in charge of creating a simulator where pilots can train flying the spacecraft and to figure out what the most user friendly control to operate this thing are.
  
  NASA doesn't agree with some of my ideas. They prefer designs where the pilot has little control over the spacecraft for some reason.
  I don't understand this and most of my designs feature direct user input, such as a joystick to freely maneuver the ship.
  
  Although I'm not working for NASA directly, I still get to play with their stuff and I spend many hours in the simulator I'm designing.
  After some time we get the bad news.
  The government has canceled all funding for NASA, so the project is scrapped.
  This doesn't directly affect us since we get paid on a monthly basis, not on project success.
  I feel very sad though, I never understood why most people lost interest in space exploration after the first few Apollo missions, and now
  they're scrapping the whole program.
  ______
• Back to Europe
  I get a very interesting phone call from a company in Europe.
  They specialize in the development of nuclear fusion.
  The technology is solid, and produces clean renewable energy at an extremely efficient rate.
  However for some reason there exists nearly zero funding for this.
  I'm not sure if this is because it gets grouped in the "nuclear energy" category by the media and politics, which is stupid,
  or if there is some sort of conspiracy going on.
  The energy is clean, and the reaction doesn't produce hazardous radiation or any other dangerous by-product.
  
  Anyways, they want us to design the whole reactor controls and everything.
  They want a super futuristic look to help them finally convince the media that this is indeed the future of energy generation.
  This comes in handy because I was planning to move the company to Europe all along.
  The US military is pressuring me to work on fighter jets and similar things all the time, and it makes me very uncomfortable.
  
  After relocating to Switzerland I am working with said company on their reactor.
  They finally got the permission to build it. I also work on a supersonic airplane project.
  I enjoy working with everyone, they are not as secretive as the guys in America.
  They like explaining how all their stuff works and I get an immense insight into fusion reactions and supersonic airplane designs.
  ______
• Taking things into my own hands
  The fusion reactor is a huge success. Some people are still skeptic, but most governments are buying the green and renewable energy.
  I make a ridiculous amount of money on this project and also quite a bit on the supersonic airplane.
  I talk to the guys responsible for the airplane a lot because they also work for the ESA.
  I ask them how reasonable it would be to put a small fusion reactor onto a spaceship to power Magnetoplasmadynamic thrusters.
  They confirm that it would be much more reasonable than a nuclear reactor, and would save an insane amount of weight because you don't need
  the very heavy contamination to protect the crew from radiation.
  
  I tell him jokingly that I worked for NASA before and still have all the computer, simulator and user interface designs, we should get some sort of
  new project going.
  A few days later he comes into my office and acts quite secretive.
  He asks me if I was serious about those designs.
  I tell him we never officially sold them to NASA, so I still own all of them.
  He says I absolutely need to come to some sort of ESA meeting.
  
  I have to sign the biggest NDA I have seen in my entire life to enter the ESA meeting.
  It's over 200 pages long, I jokingly say that signing this feels like selling my soul.
  In the meeting I learn that the ESA isn't messing about.
  They have developed a technology that allows traveling faster than light, or rather work around the problems associated with approaching the speed of light.
  It's very technical and I don't understand most of it.
  It involves forming a bubble around the ship, it reminds me of Star Trek.
  
  Finally most people besides some company heads and ESA directors leave.
  I am requested to stay in the room.
  More technology is presented, and it is clear that the presentation is going towards a space ship project.
  It all sounds oddly reasonable, even though most involved technologies are somewhat experimental.
  
  The final problem that is mentioned is financing, ESA does not receive enough of it for a project of this magnitude.
  They want to do some small tests with drones followed by a manned mission into another solar system, using the FTL drive.
  I say that given my recent acquirements I'd be willing to develop all computer systems for free and even invest some money into the mission.
  A few more company heads follow this movement...
  ______
• FTL
  I am now working full time at a special facility used for this mission alone.
  It is absolutely huge.
  We launch the first FTL testing drone into space.
  I am sitting in mission control overlooking most of the technical systems.
  The drone is ready to test the FTL system.
  Everyone in mission control is extremely excited as we wait for the FTL countdown to run out.
  As the drone accelerates, our information becomes more and more delayed as it approaches the speed of light.
  All connections are quickly lost.
  But this was to be expected, we don't have technology to transmit information faster than light.
  The drone is supposed to fly ~1 light day within a few minutes, then stop and transmit a signal.
  If we have a position signal tomorrow we know it worked.
  ______
• Hyperdrive
  We've tested 3 drones now, each one with a better FTL system. The 3rd one worked absolutely flawlessly.
  The engineers have dubbed the system "Warp Drive".
  I have adopted this into the user interface for the spacecraft.
  The director is complaining about it, he says Warp Drive would be very appropriate due to the connection to Star Trek.
  I suggest calling it Hyperdrive instead. He seems pleased with that.
  ______
• Destiny
  All details of the project are clear now, and the ship is being built inside our facility.
  It uses a small but very powerful fusion reactor to power a new form of Magnetoplasmadynamic thrusters.
  It can generate an artificial gravity field, making life on board much easier, and enabling us to cancel out the extreme acceleration forces of the engine.
  Without this the passengers would be crushed by the g-forces during acceleration.
  It is also capable of atmospheric flight. It will fly into space by itself.
  This is actually necessary because it is way too big and heavy for a payload delivery system.
  It is also very solid, with a thick hull. This ship is not build around value for money.
  It looks very different than anything else we've send into space so far, compared to it everything looks extremely fragile.
  ESA plans a crew of 8 people for this mission.
  
  We're discussing the name of the ship.
  Someone suggests calling it "Ikarus", something about challenging destiny.
  I ask why not call it "Destiny" then? "Ikarus" has a bit of a negative vibe.
  ______
• Pilot
  I am playing around in the simulator.
  I often go into the simulator claiming to test stuff, but I'm actually picturing myself being a pilot on the mission.
  I bet everyone knows about it, but I don't care, it's way too much fun. I'm also quite good at it.
  
  The director intercepts me as I leave the simulator. He says we need to talk.
  We talk about how I know every detail about the ship, how I designed most of it.
  Then he says I have by far the best simulator scores, which surprises me a bit.
  He suddenly acts extremely serious.
  
  He offers me the position of captain on the mission, he wants me to fly the Destiny.
  My mind is blown, I immediately reply with "Yes!"
  He asks me if I'm sure, if I don't need to consider the risks.
  I tell him that this is absolutely not necessary, my decision is final and there isn't a doubt on my mind.
  ______
• Trouble
  The Destiny is nearing completion.
  All vital systems are installed, it's basically just missing the outer hull.
  But there is trouble. Some governments are voicing concern.
  The media throws some unreasonable accusations at us, that going faster than light might end the universe and whatnot.
  Telling them that we've already done it 3 times and the universe still exists does not calm them.
  I'm on some TV show defending against other random accusations, explaining why they make so sense.
  ______
• The Signal
  The director informs me that they have received a signal a few years ago, from an unknown source flying by earth.
  He shows me the data... it doesn't make any sense.
  According to the positioning of the source of the data it must have moved faster than light.
  It was broadcasting a specific position nonstop.
  The director tells me that it is assumed the signal was of alien origin.
  I finally understand why some governments are concerned with the mission, we are going to the location broadcasted by this most likely alien object.
  ______
• Lying
  Destiny is ready, so is the crew. The official launch is in 2 months, however we are actually going to launch in 2 days.
  I understand how governments are afraid of a mission that could potentially make contact with another species, but
  I really want to do this, and so does everyone else on the project.
  By faking a late launch date, and claiming that the construction of the Destiny isn't finished yet, we try to avoid the inevitable shutdown by the governments.
  ______
• Launch
  Launching the Destiny is incredibly easy.
  You just open the hangars of the construction facility and fly it out to space.
  This is why we were able to keep the launch date a secret until now.
  We haven't received any official "no-go" from any government, so technically launching isn't entirely illegal.
  We are going to get into trouble though, that much is clear.
  
  I'm sitting in the Destiny with my crew.
  I am the main Pilot, Nicole is my Co-Pilot. She had very good simulator scores and is a trained astronaut.
  She's never been to space though.
  There is an engineer on the crew to maintain the thrusters.
  The 5 remaining people are 4 scientists and a language/culture specialist.
  
  The hangar doors are open, everyone pointing a camera at the facility can now see that the construction is finished.
  We are fully fueled, ready to go, just waiting for the signal from mission command.
  The hangar is right at the end of a very long runway, so we can just roll out and launch.
  
  I'm very nervous when I get the signal to launch. Thankfully the process is entirely automated.
  We're slowly rolling out, after about 100m the MPDT engage.
  They are absolutely brutal, you can really feel how much power those things have even though they're operating below 0.1% of their capacity right now.
  They need to be though, the Destiny weights over 400 tons with fuel.
  I am really nervous as the Destiny finally takes off. It's not like I'm worried that something would go wrong, it's just the excitement.
  The ship climbs at a progressively faster rate and the thrusters become stronger and stronger.
  
  The beauty of starting to see the stars during the middle of the day calms me down though.
  I verify if everything is in order. Everything is perfect.
  We enter orbit and bring the ship into the correct position for the acceleration maneuver for FTL.
  ______
• Decision
  We're in orbit and in position.
  We have a video conversation open with mission control.
  They have just been told that we have to cancel the launch.
  We are ordered to come back down immediately. He obviously isn't pleased to announce this.
  Some official government type figure is with him demanding to comply immediately.
  They have voted a few minutes ago that the project is too dangerous... right...
  The mission director tells me to "try to cancel the acceleration maneuver".
  
  It is very clear what he's doing. The acceleration maneuver hasn't begun yet.
  He gives us the opportunity to say we cannot cancel it and continue on with the mission.
  I block communications and ask the rest of the crew if we should just go for it.
  Everyone agrees that we should.
  
  I enable the coms and tell the director that I am terribly sorry, but it is too late to cancel the acceleration sequence.
  The gov. guy gets really angry and demands that mission control remotely cancels the sequence.
  The director explains that this is impossible.
  Due to the nature of the mission, remote control would make no sense because we're out of reach most of the time anyways.
  The gov. guy is furious but accepts that he can't do anything.
  
  I activate the acceleration sequence. It is quite dramatic.
  Even though the artificial gravity field compensates most of the vibrations and the acceleration forces, it still feels extreme.
  We're being shaken violently and even though the ship indicates we are experiencing 3g of acceleration, it feels like much more, but it doesn't hurt the way more g's would.
  The acceleration maneuver lasts multiple hours. It is extremely tiring feeling such forces for so long.
  Finally, as we reach our wanted speed, the engines quiet down and the vibrations stop.
  We are now cruising about at many times the speed of light; the ship feels perfectly stable.
  Without looking outside you wouldn't be able to tell that we are racing at a mind-boggling speed.
  The outside looks very beautiful. The vision is distorted but very colorful.
  You just hear the gentle humming of the fusion reactor and the MPDT's working at very low power.
  We will arrive at our destination within approximately 2 weeks.
  Everyone is happy that everything worked out so far, and that we managed to actually pull it off.
  ______
• Travel
  I have had multiple dreams about the next 2 weeks.
  I'm either piloting the ship, which is basically just staring at instruments or doing some maintenance work on some ship components.
  So far everything is working fine, a few hiccups in diagnostics but that's about it.
  Nicole and I take shifts staring at instruments, even though if something goes wrong navigation wise, there's nothing we can do.
  You can't exactly make a course correction going many times the speed of light.
  I'm trying not to think about what would happen if the hyperdrive fails. The truth is no one knows, but it most likely wouldn't end well.
  We're all wondering what waits for us at the rendezvous point, or if there is anything at all.
  I think I'm the only one fully expecting something or someone to wait for us at the rendezvous point.
  I'm convinced that signal a few years ago was form an alien probe designed to catch the attention of species capable of FTL travel.
  
  I'm usually just sitting in my seat staring at what seems to be stars rushing by, wondering what's going to happen next.
  I occasionally glimpse at the instruments. They always display that everything is alright and that we're on the correct course.
  It's oddly boring, but the excitement of what waits for us keeps me entertained.
  I sometimes wonder what's currently happening back home.

Well I will write this down eveon though it is only a fragmen, and because it is the first dream in five days that i remember.

I follow a teacher to the headmaster office( or something) The teacher wants to show me that my headmaster is suicidal(wf?!)

I find myself standing outside the door. My sister comes to me, and tells me that she also want to see that the headmaster is suicidal. I open the door and see that the headmaster has a rope around her neck. Both my sister, my teacher and I laughs until she commits suicide. After she's dead we laugh even more.

I wake up.

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

I wake up in my current room, go out to the kitchen, and start attempting to make coffee. The coffeemaker is big and complicated, with lots of buttons, and I can't figure out how to use it properly. While it's percolating, I decide to take the carafe out [I don't remember why], and press the Stop button, but it doesn't stop completely. Six thin jets of coffee continue to come out of it, streaming down onto the heating element and boiling and sizzling away. I look in the cupboard for breakfast, and find lots of mini-donuts and other packaged foods there. All the time I'm getting breakfast, my mind is on the fact that I have to get out of the house in time for my 8:00 A.M. meeting. [I actually had such a meeting coming up in the morning in real life, and it was on my mind as I went to bed, so, not surprisingly, I dreamed about it.]

I have another false awakening in which I check the time on my cell phone and see that it's only 6:17 A.M. Good; there's still plenty of time to get to the meeting.

I woke up, for real this time, at the end of a sleep cycle, and said sarcastically, “Well, that was wonderful.” I didn't bother to get up to check the time on my phone.

I'm on my college campus, walking around outside the dorm buildings, which are big and L-shaped and multistory. I'm trying to get to my room, which is room number 16999-A (that is, bedroom A in suite number 16999). I stop and talk to a resident assistant (RA), who asks me where I'm going. I tell him [her? not sure], and he [she?] consults a list and says that someone else is already in that bedroom. I know I'm supposed to be in that room, and I say so, showing the RA the key I have to that suite. He [she?] permits me to continue on and go to the room.

I continue walking, outside, among the dorm buildings. I pass another RA at the entrance to a new part of the complex of buildings, and speak to her as well. She tells me that there's a game of Sardines going on in that part of the complex, and offers me a raffle ticket, which shows that I'm participating in the game. I accept it and continue walking. I find the entrance to suite 16999, which is at the corner of the long, narrow building, on one of the longer sides. I stick my head in the door, but don't go in. [So I never did find out whether or not anyone else was in my bedroom.] All throughout this part of my dream, my mind is still focused on the fact that I have to make it to an 8:00 A.M. meeting.

I continue exploring around the sunny side of the building. There are basketball and handball courts there; it looks a lot like the playground of an elementary school. The sunlight is very bright and cheerful. On the other side of the courts from the building, there is a chain-link fence on the border of the playground. On the other side of the fence is a river.

Not far from the playground is a covered pavilion housing the queue for a tram that offers tours of the campus. It's the same kind of tram used at the parking lot at Disneyland. The tram passes through, setting out on its tour. A group of five students with ski masks on, their heads wrapped in white cloth, and dark sunglasses are walking alongside the tram. They're tour guides, and this is their on-campus job. They're holding a series of signs that say something like, “Be sure to pay your tram driver.” I wave at them as they pass, and they wave back. As the tram pulls out of the pavilion and drives away, a group of five or six people runs out of the queuing area, trying to catch up with the tram. They wanted to get on it for the tour, but they got there too late.

[Dreamskip.] I'm walking across a parking lot. I recognize that I'm dreaming, and that I've had this dream before. [Now that I'm awake, though, I don't remember having had it before.] I begin to concentrate on my feet, watching them move as I walk. I'm wearing dark red-brown, slip-on, closed-toed shoes with big bows on the toes that are made of the same shiny, leather-like material as the rest of the shoes. As I approach my car, I attempt to ensure that my computer backpack will be in the trunk when I get there by expecting it to be there this time. It doesn't work. Other stuff is in there, but no computer backpack.

Some guy starts talking to me as I look into my trunk. My boss is there, too. The other guy gives me a long, ornate, old-fashioned, brass key with a long, thin black string tied to the loop on one end. When he gives it to me, he says something like, “These instructions are very important. You must never let this item leave your possession.”

“Because it represents my soul?” I ask.

“It represents a lot of things,” he answers. I infer that my soul is one of those things.

[I don't remember the rest of the instructions, but they probably included the following information, because I do remember knowing it:] I understand that this key is a skeleton key. It's not just an ordinary skeleton key, either; it is magical and can unlock any door in the dream world.

That guy, my boss, and I go exploring somewhere else together. I use my key to unlock a door at one point. At another point, I ask that guy, “Do you have a name?”

“Karim, or...” he begins.

“Karim,” I say. “Okay.” To me, the way he said “or...” after his name implies that he has many names, and I'm welcome to use any of them, but I just go with the first one he says.

Karim, my boss, and I are climbing a ladder up through a narrow shaft. I look up and am intimidated by how long the shaft is, but I can see the top of the ladder, far away. [That's the last thing I remember from this dream.]

When my alarm finally went off, I was relieved that I was back in reality, and that there was still plenty of time to get to the meeting.

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Side notes:

I don't remember having the high level of conscious self-awareness in this dream that I've had in past lucid dreams, but if I started trying to use dream powers, I must have known that I was dreaming. Also, when I was receiving the instructions about the key, I was definitely aware that the context to which those instructions applied was my dreams, which I was in.

Have I met my dream guide? I can't say for sure. I feel uneasy about it. What I can say is that I hope Karim and the key show up in future dreams.

I'm in college, near the lecture theatre, looking through my bag for some change so that I can go to the vending machine in the main building. Adrian (one of my college lecturers) comes up to me and starts rambling on about some things (which I can't remember) but keeps getting closer to me until the point where he's leaning on me. I'm thinking to myself: ''What the hell is he doing, touching me up?''
Note: Me and my friend Niall constantly make jokes about him being a child molester.
I just want him to go away to be honest, because I'm having difficulty finding these coins which are randomly in the bottom of my bag amongst the horde of other things.
He eventually leaves, which means I can go back home, but he reminds me to pick up my bag which I left on a bench nearby, just around the corner, out of my line of sight. I think to myself ''Phew. Glad he reminded me about that. My laptop/computer is in there!'' I then go back to the bench and pick it up, thinking to myself ''Yeah, nobody's gonna get this, so don't even think about it.'' then get my bike and head out of college.
For some reason I take a seemingly different route 'home' and find myself crossing the road and going up a steep and large hill, to which I find a dead end facing me at the top. I'm now standing with my bike wondering how to continue on my way (there are walls higher than me all around me except for the way I just came from, a grassy landscape located on the top level).
Jemma Rodgerson then appears, looking down on me. I ask her how I'm meant to get out of here and she simply replies ''Climb up.'' I comply, and first throw my bike up, then finally lift myself up. I ask her what she's doing alone out here and she tells me she's on the run from the police (or somebody else with authority) because she's done something bad.
We both sit down and chill out, talking about things.

I've had a number of fragments and brief vivid dreams in the past week I've not recorded. If I don't have a fully recalled dream in the next few nights, I will go ahead and post the fragments in one entry. Because this fragment was lucid and connected to a discussion about flying here on Dream Views I wanted to log it right away.

I was in a large bus parking lot. All the buses were light gray or white. Situated on the lot was some sort of military base. There was a militia on the lot, in gray and white camo. I became lucid while trying to evade them by weaving between buses. I took off flying but stayed at bus height so they couldn't see me flying around.

I wanted to try something new so I flew over a car and picked it up by the top. My hands cut through the metal so my fingers could curl into a grip like a bowling ball. I hovered with the car in hands behind a group of soldiers in a jeep looking for me. They hadn't noticed me. I shouted "Hey guys!" They all turned around and I tossed the car at them which flew about 20-ft, flipped once in the air, crunched the jeep down about 40% as all the men leaped out of the way.

I was thrilled. I flew away to go looking for another car. (For some reason I didn't try to lift a bus.) I left the lot area and was flying low over random suburbs. I spotted yet another white car. This time I tried to levitate the car into my hands so I didn't have to swoop all the way down to grab it...

--Nothing happened.

(I recall at this point thinking: I can't forget this dream now, it's much too vivid.) So I swooped down to the top and once again sunk my hands through the metal as if it were butter. Picked up the car, which was weightless, and flew around to decide where to throw this one next...


I've been sleeping straight through the night without much waking up. It's reducing my recall severely. There was more to this dream, especially in the beginning.

Lucid = Orange

So, after my success at remembering a dream I nearly almost completely forgot (and bits from the dream before, but not enough to be able to write it down) I decided to try my luck with another WILD. In terms of time from the point of waking up to deciding to throw in the towel, that lasted 2 hours.
HOWEVER, this wasn't a complete failure! I had reached a VERY different state of consciousness, and I feel as if I entered a deeper state of SP than usual, so CLEARLY I'm getting somewhere! This knowledge armed me with absolute positivity, and I'm certain it was the key to my success this morning.

After lying awake for ages trying to get back to sleep, I suddenly found myself in a dream completely lucid and aware of the fact I was dreaming. My recollection of my lucid experiences are kinda vague, and I'm not sure which one came 1st and 2nd, but I shall record what I can:

(NOTE: I haven't had a lucid dream for a week and a half, and have only had 3 since my interest arose.)

I'm talking to some guy. He asks me a question but I can barely talk so I just shake my head. He doesn't approve of my answer so he hits me. I then think to myself ''Hey, what was that for?! Oh, wait... I've heard about this kinda thing before. Better get myself outta this place quick before he takes away my lucidity!'' So I jumped with the intentions of flying away, and found myself ascending, so I flapped my wings a bit and thought ''UP!'' and hey, I found myself high in the sky. ''WOO!!'' I thought to myself, and started randomly flying away, noting the fact I was EXTREMELY high and that I'm scared of heights. It scared me a little, but I knew I was dreaming so I was in control. After a while it was too much for me though, so I slowed myself down and tried to land. I started 'falling' to the ground quite fast though, so I was a little worried of what would happen. Surprisingly, I landed 'oh so softly'. I then started walking around and eventually lost lucidity.

Upon waking up, I knew I could go straight back into another dream, and I did so pretty much effortlessly:

I was now in a people-carrier with my friend Louie, some other guy I knew, and random people. Upon seeing Louie I was like ''DUDE!! I haven't seen you in ages man! How's it going? How's the weed?'' He said he was good and that he had stopped. I was like ''Good man! Same here, actually.'' Then the 'other guy' asked me how my education (college) was going. I told him ''It was going really well, until we got a week off 'cause of half term, and I then became lazy and did nothing. Since then, I haven't really been able to pick it back up.''
I can't remember what happened next (if anything at all), but the dream then went to black. HOWEVER, I was adamant that I WOULDN'T let another lucid success go this early. I could see the slightest smidge of HI (I was awake at this point, I think, but I was totally unconscious of my body) held on to that slight image, and brought myself back into another dream.

I found myself in a random house, lying next to somebody's bed on the floor. There was a man in it with glasses but I can't remember if I talked to him or not. I then thought to myself ''Hmm. What about a bit of lucid sex? I'll turn a corner and hopefully see Laura (this hawt as girl in the year above me at school) standing there if I believe it enough.
Anyway, I got up, went out of the room and into a hallway. It was night time. There was some kid walking up and down the hallway holding a smaller child in his arms, and loads of doors either side of me. I thought to myself ''This house is huge. It must be some sort of foster care home like in Tracy Beaker or w/e'' I then decided to explore this place a bit and turned a corner. More doors. So, I went through a door expecting to see Laura. There was a small girl (aged 8-10 maybe) sitting on her bed watching TV. I thought ''No man. Just no.'' and went out the room, back down the hallway and saw that same kid again holding the smaller kid in his arms (he looked sad. I wondered what had happened to both of them), turned a corner and hoped for the best. No luck. So I ventured more around this strange place hoping to see her around every corner. Still nothing. Then I woke up.

Now, I know more than this happened because I remember more people and more places, however, I really can't remember it well. In any case, I'm VERY proud of myself for doubling my lucid count in one morning!

Note: I must be getting better at dream recall/recognising when I've just finished a REM period, because if it weren't for the fact I clicked to the detail at the end of this entry, I would have forgotten the entire thing.

I'm in Poundland (with a random school class, it would seem) on the second floor (which doesn't actually exist, but hey). We're all sitting around random tills in groups packaging (what I think was) some sort of pasta (which was crunchy but not ridiculously hard).
Anywhoo, we're (my group) all going about doing our own thing and generally messing around (as per most of my school days) and eating from this massive pile of 'pasta' that's on the till in front of us. There's some stuck up girl on the till next to us (who needs to go die in a hole) laughing at my face, too (yeah, I got A LOT of abuse during school).
Class ends. We're all free to leave for lunch, so I stuff my pockets with this pasta stuff and walk out with 2 of my best mates Axl and Callum. There's music playing and it's ridiculously loud so we have to yell to communicate with each other. As we're going downstairs I ask Axl what we have next but he's unsure (I think the music fades out too, or gets quieter at least), so Callum steps in and tells us we have R.S next. Axl says ''Good work Callum.'' I then think to myself ''Oh, sweet. That's pretty much a free lesson then since we do nothing anyway? I know, I'll buy some sweets for it since we're in Poundland!'' So me and Callum head towards the sweets at the front of the store (Axl's randomly disappeared), and I'm looking at the random bits near the tills, and pick out something, then look at these shelves nearby. The sweets are too high up for me so I ask Callum to give me a hand but instead he goes ''Aww, look at this!'' and he's holding a 'World of Warcraft: Cataclysm' CD in his hand which he found on the shelf below what I'm after. I only have a £10 gift voucher though and it's £15, so I tell him I can't afford it (plus I can't afford the subscription currently, which I remembered in my dream).
He then starts looking at the Xbox's on the same shelf (which, for some reason, are PS1's? Although at the time we think they're Xbox's) there was 3 types: The classic grey one, a typical camo skinned one, and a black camo skinned one (the black one being the newest, most advanced one, like in real life). Then he starts looking at the controllers and manages to break one, laughing and showing me the buttons, which he quickly hides.
At this point I'm getting annoyed because I originally just wanted a lift up so I tell him ''C'mon man give me a lift!'', to which he agrees to and I grab 2/3 bags of sweets. I'm thinking at the time that this is going to be over £5 but the guy at the till nearest to us read my thoughts and told me that it was only £3 something (£3.20 I think). He was quite friendly actually, and started talking to me, so I communed back, saying ''Really?! I might as well spend a fiver then! Spending a fiver is always good.'' he agreed totally and I then started thinking what I would buy next. To get a better view of a store, I decided to climb up a stock cage, however, I got my left boot stuck. I ignored it and then spotted the items of my choice: chocolate. I then had to ask Callum to help me get down. Once I had successfully got down, I handed him a square of chocolate (which I had just randomly spawned for no apparent reason?) and he ate it.
We then go to the isle (which was right next to the cage, funnily enough) and I'm like ''Dude, what should we get?'' he just stands there smiling and doesn't answer. So I ask him again ''Dude?!'' Still no answer.

Then I realise everything is black. I'm lying in my bed with my eyes closed (haven't moved at all upon waking up, and totally unaware of my venture through Poundland) thinking ''Hey, I'm awake? WAIT. That means I just finished a REM cycle! What did I dream about?!'' Then everything came to my remembrance, and I decided to write it down.

okayyyy great recall last night! nonlucids
any color except black=dream Lucid

dream 1: I find myself at an outdoor Skillet concert. John, Korey, and Jen were onstage. It is midday and it is very hot. I am on the right side of the crowd, near the front. John stands in the middle, Korey on the left, and Jen in back. Ben is no where to be seen. The concert is over very soon and I appear in their tour bus.
It is very large on the inside, almost like a condo, and I talk to Korey. I don't remeber what we said. Jen comes in wearing a short-sleeved gray shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes. She sits next to Korey and me on the peach colored couch and we talk.
(Time skip)
John is standing next to a mirror and he is fixing his hair. I tell him,"You should do that mohawk thing." he looks at me and shrugs.
(fuzziness)
I finally find Ben and I go over to him. I find that I am almost as tall as him. He has bangs that sweep down the right side of his face. I rub the top of his head to mess up his hair and he asks me why. I shrug and walk away. I find John and Korey's kids, Alex and Xavier. We play a little bit in a tiny playhouse like thing. They look older then they really are.
(fuzziness)
I look around for Ben and Jen and I find them sitting on the couch. I think to myself It'd be cute if they'd kiss. or something similar. Ben and Jen are talking, too low for me to hear. Jen leans on Ben's shoulder and sighs. Ben puts an arm around her and sighs also. He is wearing a vest, tie, normal jeans, and some sort of shoes. His hair is still kinda boring looking. Jen looks up and they lean with their lips VERY close to each other: like this [---------------] far apart. Jen gets this *woah* look in her eyes and they kiss each other, a little passionate.
(time skip)
I am talking to Jen. Korey walks up and smiles at her. Ben is staring out the window like he can't believe what happened, and John is drinking Dr. Pepper like always. By the way, John took my advice and did the little mohawk thing.
I WOKE UP THEN AT 3AM


DREAM2: I arrive at home to find the carpet and walls covered in orange paint. I know that I can't touch the paint so I leap really far and barely miss the paint. I go to my room and find my grandma sitting at my computer desk. I find that I feel really tired and can hardly move or focus on anything. My grandmother hands me a headset and I think it is cool.
(fuzzieness)
I watch my mom try to hook te headset up to the internet so I can video chat and voice chat with people online. She looks confused and I now find that I cannot open my left eye. I don't freak out. I feel tired again and it feels like everything is "carnival mirror" like. I look around in confusion and shrug.
(more fuzzy)
I am in the dining room and my mom has a bunch of stuff on the table. It is just a bunch of old toys that my grandma used to use. I grumble and walk away in boredom. My sister and brother are in their room and I say hi then walk away. I feel sooo tired and everything is fuzzy and unclear. I still cannot open my left eye. I am irritated.
I WAKE UP AT 12NOON

notes:
Yup, my major dream sign is hanging out with Skillet
I think another one is feeling tired and/or not being able to open my left eye

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

It's after closing time at a big, fancy modern office building, but I have to go back inside to retrieve something. On my way in, I see a couple of my friends from a club I'm in, and say hello to them. Someone closes the door that leads deeper into the interior of the building before I can get to it. There is a sign on the wall next to it that reads “Shift Workers.” Since I don't have a key to this door, I decide that whatever I was going to get can wait until the next day, and abandon my errand. I walk back out of the building and through the glass front doors.

Outside the doors is a wide, concrete entry plaza with concrete stairs leading down to the street on the side opposite the doors. The plaza and the stairs are crowded with people. As I cross the plaza, I meet Ellen Page and Joseph Gordon-Levitt. We walk down the stairs together, talking. At the bottom of the stairs, a guy in a movie-quality Darth Maul costume is greeting kids in character.

Ellen, Joe, and I have to get to a meeting or event somewhere else, so we start walking there. Ellen is wearing her teal evening gown [the one she's wearing in the picture I linked to above]. As we walk along a road in a semi-rural area, she carries me by holding her right forearm straight out to the side and parallel to the ground, and letting me sit on it. I can feel my pelvic bones digging into her arm. I wonder if she's doing all right carrying me all this way, since I'm bigger and heavier than she is, but I don't say anything, and she doesn't complain. She starts singing a song in Japanese, one I recognize and know well, so I join in and sing along. I think, I didn't know she was an anime fan. When we get to the end of the song, I identify it: “Digimon, season 1, ending 1.” [That ending song sounds like this in real life, but the song we were singing didn't sound like that at all. It sounded a little more like this one, but not really.] I think, The only other people I've had friendships this close with have been my AmeriCorps friends.

We come upon a park. There are several people there with some dogs that they, and Ellen, identify as Rottweilers, but they have reddish fur and look kind of fox-like. I somehow manage to drop my purse and the series of plastic bags containing the components of our picnic lunch all over the grass, and have to get them back without the dogs attacking me. I start picking them up, saying to Ellen, “I don't give a s*** about the food, I just want my purse back!” I'm scared of the dogs. One of them does end up biting my hand, but more playfully than viciously; I can feel its teeth on my hand. I try to get my hand out of its mouth without tearing the skin on a tooth. [I think] I finally succeed, after I've removed the mask that has slipped down over my eyes so that I can see it again. [I was, as usual, wearing a sleep mask in real life. I also remember having to remove covers from my ears in order to hear people at some point during this dream, but I don't remember when. I didn't have anything in or covering my ears in real life.]

We leave the park, and continue on our way down the road. I am now riding bareback on a big, black cow. Ellen is walking next to it. [Joe had disappeared from the dream entirely by this point.] I can feel the cow's fur, warmth, and movement. We're almost to our destination, which is a boxy, white, one-story set of office buildings on the next block. I think about how many different forms of transportation I've taken on my way to this place: walking, being carried by Ellen, riding in a golf cart, and now riding on a cow. [I don't remember the part of the dream where I rode in a golf cart anymore.] The office building is set back from the road a little bit. Before we get to it, and right up next to the road, there is a stable with a whole herd of black cows in it. The cow I'm riding stops in front of the stable, facing it, and moos. All the other cows moo back. This exchange repeats twice. I dismount from the cow so that she can go into the stable. She gets scared of something and climbs one of the support beams holding the roof of the stable up. She clings to the top of it, now about the size of a human child.

I turn back to face the way we just came. A woman is approaching me on the road. She has a geometric pattern of straight lines with corners all over her tan skin, and is busy putting on a silver loincloth-skirt thing as she walks toward me. I call her “Charissa” as I approach her. That's the last I remember before waking up.

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Side notes:

Two of the last things I did before going to bed last night were watching a Star Wars fan video and working on my current Arthur/Ariadne fanfic. I'm slightly surprised both that those elements showed up in my dreams immediately (unusual for me) and that it wasn't the characters themselves who showed up, but the actors who played them.

This was a really cool, fairly vivid dream with a lot of tactile sensation. I was also amazed to realize upon waking up that I'd slept right through my parents' morning routine, the sounds of which usually prevent me from getting back to sleep for that last cycle. This difference can probably be explained by the fact that I didn't get to sleep until after midnight last night, which is later than I usually do these days.

okay, these are mostly fragments so... lol

dream1: I was outside of my school (hmm I dream alot about school, dream sign perhaps?) and my PE/health teacher was there, along with some other students including my friend Ashley (or Ash. for short). I looked at her and asked what we were doing. She shrugged and I saw a large white bus/space ship like thing. Mr. C. told us to get in it. We did. I sat in the back (the seat was looking out the back window.) along with Ash. She mumbled something I think and I said something. We "took off" and were in the sky. I saw my other friend "Em" in another one. Suddenly I was poilet and everyone else was gone. I had to ram into Emily's "ship". I hit it hard and her's kinda exploded. I fell out but survived. I looked for Emily, but she was gone. Then I woke up.

dream 2: There was a kitten & bunny. (another grey kitten, dream sign?) The kitten talked to the bunny and said something like, "We'll be best friends forever!" then they got swallowed by a whale. (by the way, I don't know where I was in the dream, I think I was invisible or something) They seemed to be in a forest though. They played and stuff, then I woke up. AWWW CUTE BUNNY AND KITTY!!!

Dream3: Hehe, I was with a guy from church who I kinda like. (Not saying names) He talked to me, and I talked to him. Then I woke up.

Dream4: uhm...I think I was on Noah's Ark or something... and I read a book.


notes:
I think my dream signs might be:
*Seeing a little grey kitten
**sometimes she has wings
*Seeing anyone from Skillet
**with Ben sometimes singing
*Being at school
**Seeing my gym/health teacher
** *Seeing my science teacher/ him killing/liking me

I'm in the church car-park smoking a fag, while being stoned off my mind. I then realise I've starting smoking again and get really upset with myself because I'm trying to stop it all, so I just pass it to my friend Niall who says to me ''It's only a fag man. Just smoke it.'' (or something like that) but I clearly tell him that I don't want to because I'm meant to be stopping.

I got a new spiderman game for the 360 but I can only play it round my bro's ('cause I don't have a 360). It's an overhead view and he's got some pretty kick-ass moves.

BACKGROUND INFO: My Dad recently had a very severe heart attack, thankfully survived, and is currently on the mend.
I'm sitting on a bench (in college) with Dad and somebody else. Kyle Lorrie (some fat kid who gave me a load of grief during secondary school) then starts physically assaulting my Dad and throwing him around the place (I can't remember the dream well, but it consisted of things like this constantly with this Kyle fellow. Me and 2 of my best m8's were having some sort of war with him.)
I clearly remember thinking at the time that this could go VERY badly because he's trying to recover, but feel frozen and can't do anything about it.

I'm going out of the college grounds at night with somebody else, but there are loads of zombies/evil spirits out there, so I chicken out and go back in.

I'm on my bike going somewhere.. near some sort of car-park. I then go through a door, up some stairs (I think) and into a ladies toilet room. There's somebody in there (a girl) who I talk to about something.

I'm in school having a massive war with random people in my secondary school's upper school hall and the area round about (random guns/upgrades on the floor) which is awesome as hell. The only problem is, I run out of ammo and am then trying to get a new gun 'cause theres this girl I seriously wanna nuke. People keep knicking the one I'm gonna go for though
Eventually they wanna put on some film though (toy story maybe?) so I go up to the big screen and take the disc out (it's made of paper?? ).

[I]Okay... So vividity is not a "real" word. It's a dream word, so fuck you! :cheeky: This was the most vivid lucid dream of my entire life. It's because I removed my Blur Lens.[/I]
SUPERLUCID

I am practicing a parkour technique I just created in this dream called gliding. It’s running without bouncing up and down. I am at my house, which in my dreams, is always a different house. Somehow I know it’s mine. I am outside in the yard, gliding to the door, a few inches above the ground, taking impossibly long strides. Then, I realize it’s physically impossible, and I must be dreaming, even though it’s super vivid. It’s 100% clear, just like real life.

It’s a balmy night here in tropical dream land. I look up at the sky, and levitate about 40 feet off of the ground. I notice a tree I am looking at starts to fade. I often focus intently on things in dreams to make my dream more vivid. I look at the sky. The clouds passing in front of the moon look amazing. Stars are out, bigger and brighter than in waking life. A moth flutters across my field of vision. I am amazed by its perfect flight and detail.

The tree below is still fading into darkness and blurriness somehow. “Should I go to the Moon? No. I have to make this dream more vivid first. Just be patient, and enjoy the moment. It’s a beautiful dream.”

I float down about fifteen feet until I can see the Moon behind the tree. The brightness of the moon makes the edges of the leaves and shapes in the tree sharpen. A zephyr blows by and the leaves blow in the wind, so perfectly vivid, it’s like magic. Now there is nothing blurry in this dream. It looks exactly like waking life. EXACTLY.

A swarm of gnats suddenly is flying around my left forearm. I somehow associate this with discomfort from the physical plane bleeding over into this one. I suddenly feel an obnoxiously intense itch on my leg. I know it’s my physical body. I can’t help it. I wake up, and scratch.

[I]Lessons Learned and Commentary: I fell asleep in the living room at my sister's place. I woke up at 3 am, and went home. I then read one of my dreams from almost two years ago where I had an amazingly successful WILD. Uncannily, I perfectly described my last lover. (Not Angel, we broke up, but it's cool.)

I don't remember if I did WILD or not, but I did induce a lucid dream! I have released my fear of getting obsessed with my magnificent dreams, which has allowed perfect clarity in dreams, exactly like waking life. Most "regular" (not Deep Dream State) lucid dreams with me being outside at night. I usually try to fly to the moon, always unsuccessfully. This time, I just decided to be in the moment, and enjoy the beauty around me. You see, I have been working on making my regular LD's just like my Deep Dream State dreams. I am teaching my lucid mind all the things my Delta mind knows. So, it's like I am starting all over again, but I know everything I need to to get to the point where I want to go because I am already there!

I am excited about this type of lucidity. One mistake I made was I went to bed dirty. That's why I was itchy. I know it's gross, but I keeps it real. I usually shower before bed, but I crashed at my sister's place blah blah blah. Anyway, it makes me realize how important it is to dull any stimulus from your physical body. Be comfortable, clean, wear earplugs, and a blindfold or sleep mask. If your place is noisy play some music, or turn on a fan to mask the noise. These simple things are very important to extend LD time.

Another thing I learned is that not only do I have a certain sleep cycle where I have more LD's, it's always around a certain time! It's always around 7AM, even if I stay up late or whatever. I am on Spring Break. That means a lot of sleeping in, and a lot of LD's!

I have accomplished my goal of making my dreams as clear as waking life. My new goal is to stay in a lucid dream as long as I can. [/I]