side notes

I think I had a hypnagogic hallucination last night. It was kind of like when you think you're almost asleep and then jump 'cause it feels like you're falling, except way more extreme. It felt like my hand touched a pot of boiling water. I jerked my hand back, but I'm not sure if I did it physically or just mentally. That was the first time I tried to go lucid on purpose, and i don't remember any dreams, but that was pretty cool. I'm pretty sure I have lucids all the time, but i only remember going fully lucid once (or maybe twice?) in my whole life.

Non-lucid, 'Video-game-controller mode' [see side notes], Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

My dad and I are on a bicycle ride together. I've just checked out a thick paperback book from the library, and it's in the rack on the back of my bicycle.

I'm outside a movie theater in Florida, with my mom. Directly across from the entrance to the theater is a small kiosk where you can get drinks in plastic cups. She and I get some drinks from it for the whole family.

False awakening in my current real room. I hear the sounds of people shouting something about a surfer dude, and decide to follow the shouting out to the creek, but decide not to wake my parents. As I'm walking out of the house, I see that there's a bunch of writing in thick, black letters on the back wall of the dining room, as well as several papers with more writing on them taped to that wall.

I'm entering an upstairs apartment. My uncle is there.

I'm walking past a junior high school. I see a large group of kids in PE uniforms setting off on a run around the perimeter of the school.

I continue walking, and my route takes me along the street in my old neighborhood that goes around the edge of the park. I'm going in the direction of House #2. I turn around and see a tiny, cartoon kid with a BB gun standing behind me on the sidewalk. I'm a little worried that he's going to shoot me with the BB gun, but in the end, I ignore him and continue walking.

I reach House #2. In the garage, floating vertically in midair, is a menu of choices, like on a DVD. They say something like 'imaginary ideal' and 'reality' [I think; I don't really remember.] I select the former first, and find myself standing in my bedroom at House #2. The room is arranged the way it was in reality, but everything in it is completely white. [I really wouldn't call that design choice 'ideal.' However, when I lived there in reality, almost everything in that room really was white, and I was pretty happy living there.] I return to the menu, and this time, I select 'reality.' After making this selection, I find myself back in the same bedroom. It's still arranged the way it was in reality, only now the bed has a green bedspread with flowers, kind of like the one I have right now in reality [which I bought when we moved to House #3], except that the pattern is bigger and bolder.

I look out the window of my room and see a wide view of rolling grassland, with a lot of people walking around all over the place. There's only sunlight shining on one small, roughly circular section of the scene, though; the rest is in shadow. I speak aloud to the scene, saying something to the effect of, “It should be sunny all over the whole scene!” The sunlight spreads to cover the whole scene.

The scene shifts without my noticing it. The window of my room is now a doorway that opens onto a scene of an arctic landscape, with a wide, shallow pool of water in it. [An aside: After all those times I complained last month about the lack of snow in my dreamworld, I finally had a dream with snow in it, and not only did I completely fail to remember that I was supposed to make a snowball and hit somebody with it, but that Task of the Month is over now, anyway! Argh.] I walk out into the scene. From the far side of the pool, I step into the water, trying to walk on it, but I quickly give up the attempt because I get scared away by an orca and a walrus approaching me through the water. I walk back out. I then get the impression that they weren't really threatening me, after all. I go back toward the house. My mom is standing outside the doorway, and I tell her she can watch me do this if she wants to. I start walking back toward the pool of water again, concentrating on continuing to walk forward, straight into the pool, while believing that the surface of it will be just as solid to me as the ground is. It doesn't work; I end up standing ankle-deep in the shallow water again. [That's all I remember.]

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Side notes:
I'm really not sure for how much of the above sequence of events I was actually asleep and dreaming, and for how much of it I was awake and actively using my regular old imagination. I felt like I was doing the latter for at least part of it, hence the green text, which I always use to indicate a sort of half-awake, half-dream state where I know that I'm using my imagination like a video-game controller to control what happens. The division between green and purple text (indicating a lucid dream) is mostly an arbitrary guess. Then again, I was definitely aware that I was dreaming by the end, so it's entirely possible that I really was dreaming the entire time, and that's what dream control feels like. If so, that's really cool! I really advanced a lot in the area of dream control last night. I will have to experiment with this further.

I'm mildly annoyed, but not at all surprised, to discover that verbal commands work really well to control my dreams. As much as I love Inception and would love to be able to alter the dreamscape just by thinking about what I want to happen, that idea is relatively new to me. I've been a Star Trek fan for years, so it's not surprising that the older and better-entrenched idea that one can change one's surrounding environment by giving verbal commands, like they do when using the holodeck on Star Trek: TNG and later series, would take precedence over the newer idea that one can change one's surrounding environment just by thinking about it. Now that I know what works for me, though, I guess I'll go along with it.

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

[This is a catch-up post. This dream is from the night of December 21-22, 2010.]

I'm at a ticket booth in a train station, trying to buy a round-trip train ticket from home to L.A., where I plan to spend the day. The train ticket costs $35 and change; when I receive my ticket, it's a plastic card with my picture on it.

I'm at a desk at a music studio, explaining that I'm there because I want to record a demo. The lady at the desk doesn't want to accept a demo from me, until I mention that it's for a contest. She takes out the CD she has of demos for the contest, puts it in her computer to see how much space is left, and sees that there's enough space on it for one more song: six minutes. She tells me I'm lucky, because I'll be the last person to enter a song in the contest.

I'm standing outside some building [the music studio? I'm not sure; I get the impression this may have been a different scene], near the side door, waiting to get in to do something. I realize I'm dreaming and turn away from the door, looking at the other buildings on the street around it. Again, the scene looks just as sharp and vivid as reality. I hesitate for a moment, deciding whether to go along with the dream plot or go off and do my own thing. I choose the latter and take off, flying away. All it takes is an act of thought and willpower and a very slight push off the ground with my legs and feet. I have no problem taking off, but I immediately find myself being pushed backward again, unable to fly forward. Then I realize that it's only the wind pushing me in a particular direction, and if I let it carry me instead of trying to fight it, I'll have an easier time of flying. So I let the wind push me along, and it is, indeed, much easier.

I'm flying over a town. I remark aloud, “And, of course, it's another beautiful, perfect, sunny day here in the dreamverse!” I'm complaining again about the lack of snow.

While flying, I happen to pass over the backyard of a gray building that might be an older apartment building, and I spot two duplicates of myself there. I land in the backyard to get a closer look, but I don't want them to see me, so I try to will myself to be invisible to them. I can't tell whether or not it works.

I wake up in my bed. I'm a little disappointed to be waking up so soon from a lucid dream. I can clearly see a single eyelash moving back and forth in front of one of my eyes as I open and close them. I'm lying on my right side. Looking across the room from this position, I can see my closet. I think, I can't see the closet when I'm lying on my right side in bed in the room I have now. This is my room in House #1. I'm still dreaming! This is just a false awakening!

So I walk out into the living room of House #1. I look around to see if there's anyone else around, but there isn't; I'm all alone in the house. Since there's no one around to see me do it, I decide to try to walk through a wall. The wall I choose this time is the one directly to the right of the front door (as I'm facing the front door from inside the house). This wall separates the living room from the kitchen. [This is exactly how that house is laid out in reality, too.] I say to myself, “I'm going to walk through this wall,” and start walking through it. It's not completely solid to me, but I do feel a slight resistance at first. I continue pressing forward, and feel something hard, but thin (like a very thin sheet of balsa wood) break under the pressure my body is exerting. I continue walking, and end up on the other side of the wall, standing in the kitchen. Looking back, I see that on this side, the section of wall I've just walked through is blank except for a couple of metal panels with doors in them, like the kind that cover circuit-breaker boxes. [In the real-life House #1, there are kitchen counters and cabinets attached to that section of wall. Go figure.] Said metal panels are on a flap of drywall that is now sticking out from the wall at an angle, like a door. My passage through the wall has left a big, rough-edged rectangular hole in the drywall, the same height as I am. I can see the inside of the wall, and how thick it is, because the hole goes all the way through. This wasn't what I had been expecting to happen, but nonetheless, I say aloud, “Hell yeah! I did it! I just walked through a wall!” I'm pretty proud of myself. [Actually, that does make sense. I've had enough experience helping to build houses and doing home improvement projects in real life that I have a very detailed and complete schema for what the inside of a wall is like. I'm not surprised that when I said, “I want to walk through a wall!”, my mind answered, “okay, but you know that means breaking a hole in the drywall.” Interestingly, though, there were no studs to be seen in the dream.]

After that, I go out onto the street that House #1 is on. I climb up on top of a car that is parked on the street in front of my house, just because I can do so with almost no effort (unlike in reality,) but I don't start flying again. I just climb down the other side and walk along the streets of my neighborhood, which are also laid out just like they are in reality. The dream starts to fade, but I focus my vision and attention on the environment around me, and successfully bring it back into focus. Then, off in the distance, I see several tall, scary-looking metal structures rising up above the houses. They're as tall and narrow as construction cranes, but they aren't construction cranes. I'm frightened, so I run off and hide in a nearby public restroom.

[At this point, the dream transitioned from a lucid dream to a long, elaborate non-lucid dream that I don't remember much of now, so I'll summarize:] I'm watching a sci-fi story unfold from third-person perspective, like watching a movie. In it, people are punished for using long words. My dad is one of the people being punished.

When I woke up, I discovered that I actually had managed to fall asleep while lying on my right side in reality, corresponding to my position in my false awakening. I also realized: It's my dream. I don't have to be scared of anything I see in a dream - I can make it go away, by ignoring it, if nothing else. I can also transition to new scenes at will, and could find some snow that way. I just need to learn that these things are true.

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Side notes:

I had this dream the night after I had had a small, private celebration of lucid dreaming, as I'd announced in this thread. I was so proud of myself that I'd not only had a lucid dream that night, but had accomplished one of my lucid goals in it!

Wow... Five months. It really doesn't seem like it's been that long. But the worst of the issues have passed, and I finally feel free to resume this dream journal. Over the next few days (unless it takes less time than I expect) I will be filling in the most interesting dreams of those five months of inactivity.

I've reeaally missed everyone, it feels so good to be back! :')

Entry #2.
Sleeping period: 11.5 hours
[ ] Lucid [ ] Nearly-Lucid [X] Non-Lucid [ ] Nightmare [ ] Controlled
Comments: I can only remember little bits and pieces from last night... :[ Hopefully I'll remember more tomorrow. These fragments probably wont be in the correct order.

I was in our bathroom with Dave, asking him to help me open the secret door into the back-room that doesn't exist in reality. As we finally unlock the door, he makes a comment about how "it's impossible to have a shower back there with this piping!"

I was in the secret back-room. It was sort of like a miniature library. Old, old books and papers filled the shelves around me. Possibly "English Council" property? I remember hearing Stephanie Meyer at this point. Then I got a shower. The lighting was very yellowy-orange right then.

I was just leaving school, but I couldn't find my bus anywhere. Finally all of the buses left, I think I saw mine last minute but it was too late to catch it. There was a tent at the traffic circle, Harry was there. We made gifts of some sort for Lin, I think...I called mom to pick me up. A few minutes later I got a text from her, some variation of "I'll be there in 1 minute. The roads are empty, no traffic at all!"

I remember being in a store of some kind. It was like one in Animal Kingdom in Disney World, sort of a canopy in the jungle. Maybe more like my dance patio at CRR? There were little boys there, I think. They were playing with little toys and trinkets. I sadly can't remember anything else except for these fragments, but I think it was one of my most vivid dreams, so that's sort of sad that I can't recall it all

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! I intended to become lucid the last day of the year, but sadly I didn't. I still had alot of dreams which will have to do.

03.00: Bedtime

6.31: Fragments
*I'm having sex with Monica. It feels great, but neither one of us gets to climax before the dream fades.

*Akono is talking on the DV chat. He lists me and a few other DG's and tells us something about "building it up"

*My family's got a tiger as a pet apparently. It's as big as their current dog which is a rotweiler. "Something will go wrong one day" I say and watch the tiger jump around and play like a normal cat.

10.45: Plane crash
I'm standing close to the centre of my hometown with a few people, including my brother Martin. We're not doing anything in particular when suddenly we can hear a plane. It sounds as if it's about to crash nearby, the sound is deafening. A second later we can hear the crash and me and Martin starts running up the street. Going downhill now we arrive at an intersection. A huge jet engine flies past us. "Hide!" I yell at him as I hide behind a few bushes. The military starts running past us and I can hear people yelling all over the place. The wind picks up and it's gotten dark all of a sudden. Martin tells me to follow him as he heads for some bushes.

We start crawling in this very claustrophobic tunnel. All around me is thorny bushes, underneath is fresh dirt. We crawl in the tunnel for a long time, always switching the tiny, weak flashlight and a camera of some kind. Martin tells me to stop screwing around and focus. I spot a single piece of grass in the bushes, glowing light blue. I eat it up and it gives me strength. After some time we are finally out of the tunnel. We're on a backyard driveway. Getting into a van we try to escape. The road is very narrow because a truck is parked right there. I can hear the bushes getting torn up on my side. Martin drives the car out of the lot and away. I look in the mirror and I notice we've ripped off a large branch off of a currant bush and dropped it infront of the house. I start worrying we'll get caught.

10.45: Fragment
*I'm with my uncle in a boat. There's another one following us as we just go around aimlessly. I throw a net in and an orange ball.

12.00: Weird...
I'm watching a movie with a few whales swimming around. They are visiting different places and jump over rocks and stuff. I recognise one place all of a sudden and I tell Monica it's our place. On land I can see several small mining shafts, and the rock around them has been cut and shaped into rectangles. Like pyramids or something. Suddenly I'm there. I walk around and inspect them all. I spot a few blocks of gold and I wonder why they don't build a goldmine there. "It wouldn't be profitable" I hear. I spot the remainings of an old cut down tree. Embedded in it is alot of gold. I touch the decaying tree stump. Two people appear on benches nearby.

They're writing some kind of test and I go up to them and look at it. It's the math B test. It looks very hard. I start walking down a corridor that appeared just like that. One of the girls starts walking with me, I recognise her as an old classmate I had when I was a kid. "Was the test hard?" I ask her, then immediatedly "Oh that's right, it depends on how you are as a person". We enter a classroom and I spot a coffee machine. The filter is fucked up so I correct it and grab a cup of coffee. I get a mouthful of ground coffee beans and I almost puke.

I gag on the coffee and spit it out in the paper bin. It takes me a while to clear my entire mouth. Suddenly I spot a guy sitting on a table, he looks frightened. I start reading on some kind of bucket. I don't remember what I read but the text was disturbing. "They will come for us" he tells me. A doctor enters the room. I fall down and try to crawl away from him on my back. He jumps up and puts his first foot on my knee, then his other on the other one. He does the same when I move back the first knee. "Okay, okay! I give up" I say. I realise I have no chance against a Kung-Fu master anyways. He wants to give me a shot and I pull up my sleeve.

Holding my other hand around my bicep, I pump blood into the arm. He positions the needle just below my hand on the vein. With a quick motion he pierces my skin. I think all is well, it barely hurt at all. He pulls the needle out again and tells me he has to redo it. This time he jabs it in the vein at an angle, and this time it hurt alot. I can tell the needle went too far and he pulls it out again. Again I am stabbed in the vein and I can see the sadistic look in his eyes. I am too scared to complain. With a pulling motion he rips the vein completely open. There is no blood. A last stab right down in my arm and I wake up.

12.00: Cutting in line
I'm in a queue with alot of other people. It takes forever for it to move, but after a while I am inside a room. Some guy with short hair starts pushing his way through the crowd, cutting in line. I let him go past and I can do nothing but shake my head. Three more people do the same, his friends obviously and I get pissed off. When we finally enter the room I turn to my friend Felix. "Isn't it ironic how someone as intelligent as me gets pushed around by a monkey?" he laughs at it all. We're all positioned at different rows with computers. I end up in the row furthest away from the door.

12.00: Mean relatives
I'm with my relatives in a room. All the grown ups are having a discussion about intelligence and maturity. They start slandering me and telling me I am a kid in a man's body. I get pissed off and is about to leave when I accidentaly break their staircase. I grab the piece that flew off and try to fix it. One of them starts talking to me and I have a long discussion with her about how I have matured since school. "You guys have this imagine of me, from like seven years back" I say.

14.00: Acrobats
I'm with my brother Martin once again and we're climbing on a large tree trunk scaffold thingy out in the water. At every intersection we do acrobatics. There are two more guys behind us, doing the exact same thing. After a while I hear a splash. I look behind me and the guy who fell in the water is already up climbing again. "Hurry up before the cops show up!" I yell at them. We get off the thing and jump in the water. I get up on the dock and can see something huge move around under the water. "Hey! There's something under you" I say and everyone gets up on the dock.

The creature moving around never reaches the surface though, and I decide to chase it. I grab a tree branch and jump down in the water. Holding the branch under me, I start jumping up and down. The momentum makes me splash around and gain speed. I am soon riding around on the surface with the branch under me. Fish starts jumping and I grab one. I get up on the dock again and inspect it. It looks very weird with an oval mouth, and only one crooked tooth in there. "It's a Bellyfish" a guy tells me. He squeezes it and roe starts coming out of its mouth. "See?" I start thinking. "That roe has probably already been fertilized, as it's autumn" They all agree.

14.00: Dressing room at work
I'm in the dressing room at work. A guy is standing next to the sink and I walk up to it to rinse my face with water. He grabs my head and starts talking about fingers and shit. He tries to put soap in my eye. I refuse to take his shit and grab his finger. Bending it I watch him squirm. "Okay okay! I give!" he tells me. He won't fuck with me anymore. Alot more people show up, girls and guys. No one is naked though. My boss comments on my weak figure. I flex a bit and show him I still got some muscles. Another guy comes up to me. "I can tell you've been at the gym this morning, working on your back are you?" he asks me smile. Asshole.

Amount of sleep: 11 hours

Supplements before bed: 200 ml applejuice, 2 x Omega-3

That's it! I've recorded all my dreams so far this year, and this is what I came up with in the end:

Dreams: 639
Lucids: 44

Next year I aim for 1000 dreams and 70 lucids. I know I can do it as I took a few months break this year. I will try not to slack off next year though.

Happy New Year! Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Dream about having lucid dreams… so someone in my dream challenged me to have a lucid dream at beach and to see what happens when you have 11 towels. So I walk to this area and there is a hot tub and a sand box so I’m guessing this is the beach where I’m supposed to have 11 towels so I lay down in this chair that is also part of the hot tub to fall asleep… But I can’t fall asleep. People I don’t know start showing up and distracting me. Before the people make it over by me I realize I’m wearing boxers, so I put on my bathing suit that happened to be floating in the water. Of the people that showed up I only recognized my mom, and she asks me how the hot tub is.

Side Note: Missed 25 Doors

12/30/10 - Bizzare Jungle, Remote Control
Dream Non-dream Lucid

Not really sure what happened exactly. I was in this weird jungle/forest, where my dream self thought to have spent the previous summer. There were some weird and exotic animals there; the one I remember most is a leopard, but it's almost like I was the leopard...

I remember another bit. I was with some animals I don't quite remember, but am pretty sure included a monkey and bird. We were running across something like a long tree, fallen sideways across water... The tree went on as far as I could see, as did the water. We were running to retreave a remote control from some other, less friendly animals.

I wish I could remember more.
Now that I think about it, I vaguely remember a dream or two from that same jungle. Something about fairies, and another involving ancient cursed runes.

At a bar some guy goes to the hospital, there was suspicion of why he had to go, maybe he a was poisoned
Something about getting a job, reading something about planning school

Hmm I feel like I didn't really get into a deep sleep last night my room was really bright and the phone kept ringing, I'm gonna see if a sleep mask might help out.

Side Note: Missed 31 doors

Where's your head at?- (youtube.com/watch?v=8md51JnCNFQ)

Had a wbtb this morning, which felt different from the others. Sleep paralysis came and went, but the hallucinations were odd. It was like my body was a puppet, being moved around by an amateur puppeteer. This messed with my transition routine, because it led to me opening my eyes prematurely and seeing my body lying there motionless.

I tried again, this time I was a little bit more patient. when the puppeteer moved my body and raised my right hand( like I was in class or something), I focussed. I imagined walking from one end of my room to the other, paying attention to tactile sensations in particular. I felt my couch, or imagined what that felt like. Then I was on my bed again, I knew this was a false awakening. I reality checked, using the nose pinch and it worked. I was now lucid. I remembered my current goal, to ask my subconscious something and get a verbal response. I rubbed my hands and calmed down, being aware of everything but not focussing on one thing. this works best for me, suddenly things were vivid.

I did a little dance/jumped around. I looked to my right and my laptop was mounted to the wall, no keyboard just the screen. There was a desk, with an old desk-top computer and my phone on it (there's no desk or desk-top in my room). I didn't know what to ask, so I asked my subconscious to play a song. The screen on the desk-top switched to you-tube, there was only one song on the list "The instrumental, by Lupe fiasco". I didn't click on it, I wanted to see if it would play by itself. Suddenly my laptop shows a video of the guy from scrubs, playing with a guitar. I turn back to the desk-top and try to type in something into the search box, but the keys turn into a calender with pictures. I give up, and turn away from the desk-top...then out of nowhere through unseen speakers....

WHERE'S YOUR HEAD AT?,
AT,WHERE'S YOUR HEAD AT?.......starts playing. I drop to the floor with uncontrolled laughter while singing along. someone turns the volume down, and a video starts playing on the laptop. Its of two guys on motorcycles somewhere, but they seem to be looking at me. I look out my window, its a sunny day and I feel like driving. (yes plane-airman..wanted to drive instead of fly)

I look back at the laptop "can you give me a Bugatti Veyron?" I ask. One of the guys in the video answers " yes, I can.......but not right now". I start laughing again, that's cool. Something tells me the dream is about to end, as if on cue my dad and sister burst into my room making a lot of noise. I'm smiling "welcome to my dream", I say as the dream fades and I wake up.



Summary:

well, I guess the subconscious can talk to you. On to the next goal, to ask for him/it? to tell me each time I'm dreaming..'(hopefully he wont refuse)

Wbtb seems to be working for me every-time I set a genuine intention to try it, I have had 15 lucids and so far its : Dilds-4, Wbtb-11...once I increase my awareness hopefully I can become lucid almost each night not just each morning...like some people on here.

I entered a classroom and sat down at my desk with a computer in front of me, the teacher comes by and picks up a piece of duct tape (I used duct tape to fix a chair at work two nights ago) on my desk and reads the writing on it. He says something like, "This is it?" I'm a little confused, but come to the conclusion that because I was a couple minutes late to class I missed an announcement where he said our projects (a powerpoint which I had finished) needed to be out on our desk by the time he made it around. He said that I failed the project and that I could not pass the class. I'm thinking something like "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" and I said something like, "This is bullshit! I have my project done, I just missed what you said at the beggining of the class!!" And the teacher said, "To bad, you can't pass" This to me means that I would have to stay another semester at school. So I flip my desk over, and knock over this open windex bottle and and leave the classroom.

I was holding this pot and it was leaking water, and the person next to me that I didn't recognize says that he fixed the pot and that it shouldn't be leaking

Later I'm at this restaurant with people that seem familiar but I don't recognize and water starts leaking from my finger tips. (I'm thinking maybe this has something to do with my broken sink faucet that only trickles out water when you turn it on)

I was at work and getting one of the kids ready for breakfast and there was some confusion as to who I should be watching, also there were kids wandering where they shouldn't be.

I find myself riding up a steep grass hill on a road bike, so it was very difficult. And I see one of the kids from work DS ride past me on their bike, which I thought was funny.

Side Note: Missed doors: 40 This was about 50%

[Fragment] I'm in a grocery store, sitting at a disused checkout stand. The store has recently been rearranged so that the checkout stands that are actually being used are on the opposite side of the building, but the old ones were left in place.

I'm parking my Saturn [the car I had in Florida] in the parking lot of an Albertsons grocery store [none that I've ever been to in real life]. I notice that the temperature gauge on the car is maxed out [as it usually was in reality]. I think about how I have to make this car last all year because, in my situation, there's no other method of getting to work that will do. [In this dream,] I'm back in Florida for a second year.

When I went back to bed after having taken some handwritten notes on the above dream, I noticed that my body already felt heavy. I decided to roll with it and try to WILD. I had attempted to do so a few days before during an afternoon nap, and had gotten as far as one of my arms starting to go numb before my mom interrupted me with a question. This time, I succeeded, and to my surprise, it wasn't nearly as scary as I had thought it would be. My hypnagogic hallucinations consisted of a buzzing sound in my head that seemed to go on for a few minutes. Then it stopped, and a few seconds later, I find myself lying in my bed, looking around at my current bedroom. I immediately recognize the false awakening for what it is, since I had been expecting to be dreaming. I did it! I think excitedly.

None of the lights appear to be on, and yet I can see everything clearly. In other words, the room looks very much the way it does when early-morning sunlight is coming in through the window, and yet I'm aware that it's nighttime. I get out of bed and start walking out of the room. Just before I walk out the door, I do the nose-pinch RC just to verify what I already know, and for the cool experience. I can still breathe, which I still think is the neatest sensation.

I go out the door and walk down the hallway. This looks exactly like my real house. There's no one else around. As I pass by the door to P.'s room, I notice light coming from underneath it, but this is normal in our house, so I don't investigate. I go to the front door and open it. It's exactly like the real one, too; I even have to unlock the deadbolt on the screen door before I can open it and go outside.

I walk along the front walk. I notice that I'm wearing one of my summer nightshirts, the one with the teacups printed on it and the pocket in the front. It occurs to me that I could have stopped and gotten dressed if I had thought of it, but I didn't, and it doesn't matter anyway because this is a dream, so it's only natural for me to be wearing sleepwear. I'm not cold at all, though. [The strange part, which, of course, I didn't realize was strange until I'd woken up, was that I wasn't wearing that nightshirt in reality; I was wearing my new purple pajamas. It does get cold at night in the winter here, so I always wear pajamas in winter.]

The scenery outside my house looks just like reality, too. When I get to the driveway, I take off and fly in the way that I've learned to do it, by pushing gently off the ground with my legs and feet while thinking about initiating the act of flying. [The mental process involved is very similar to the mental process involved in starting my bicycle moving with that first push on the pedals, now that I think of it.] It works, but once again, once I get airborne, I immediately start getting pulled backward. I try to relax and let myself be pulled along, as before, but it seems I'm not being taken anywhere in particular. Then I hear a male voice that seems to come from the air around me, and yet sounds like it's coming through a radio speaker. It says something along the lines of, “If you always expect life to go the way you want it to go...” but doesn't finish the thought. I finish the thought with, “...you won't be able to control it?” [Hmm. Very interesting.] [Because, once again, I've forgotten to concentrate and pay attention to the scenery,] the dream fades and I wake up.

[This next dream is from my next sleep cycle on this same night. I'm adding this section on 1/15/11. I didn't have time to write all this out on the day I had the dream, but I did today.]

I'm watching a series of commercials and reading some poster-sized ads for kids' day camp programs at a chain of big, fancy hotels. There are two such programs: one is called “adventure camp” and features soccer, while the other is called “non-adventure camp” and features poetry and other non-athletic, creative activities.

Then, I'm at one of the big, fancy hotels, sitting on the floor in the lobby, leaning up against a wall. I use my laptop to log in to a game website, not Neopets but similar to it, that I've been to before. I wonder, Do I remember my password for this site? The login screen plays music. A lady comes by and asks me to go outside, where the music won't disrupt the quiet of the lobby, so I do. I go out to a wooden patio with several metal table-and-chair sets on it. There are people sitting at the tables and studying, though, so I press the Mute button on my laptop. I ask one of the girls on the patio if the chairs at her table are taken. She offers me a seat, and I take it. Another girl sees my laptop screen, and we have the following conversation:

Girl: Is yours a dragon?
Me: (after figuring out that she's talking about my pet on the site I'm logging on to) Yes, it's a silver dragon.
Girl: They know about it.
Me: Who?
Girl: Your 'rents.

I haven't told my parents about this site. They know about my Neopets account, but not my account on this site. I wonder about the girl, Are you my dream guide? but don't ask her. [Yes, I managed to think that without realizing that I was dreaming. I don't even know.]

Me: We don't get along very well right now. This is part of the reason.

I log in to my account anyway. The screen shows animation of the digital creatures on the site fighting each other by shooting beams of various things out of their mouths, like some Pokémon and Digimon do.

Had two dreams but don't recall them. Also had dreams while on Christmas vacation, but didn't have my dream journal. No lucids.

Non-lucid, Lucid, Dream within a dream, [Commentary made while awake]

[This is a catch-up post. These dreams are from the night of December 13-14, 2010.]

[Note: I'm writing this entry well after the fact, working from handwritten notes, and even when I made the handwritten notes, I wasn't sure in what order the dream scenes had occurred. When writing this entry, I just arbitrarily put them in an order that made some kind of sense to me.]

I wake up in my bed in my room at House #1. A big, strong man is invading my bed and trying to attack me. I'm scared, and I try to get P.'s attention by yelling for her, but no one comes. I manage to evade him and escape. I know that once I'm standing up, I'm safe. I feel upset after this experience, so, to cheer myself up, I decide to go off and have a lucid flying dream.

The flying dream begins, and now I'm definitely lucid. [Yeah, that's right. In the aftermath of a regular nightmare, my non-lucid dream self decided she wanted to have a particular kind of lucid dream to cheer herself up, and my mind obliged. Weirdest DILD technique ever, but it's a pretty cool story.] At first, the dream is in third person, and I see myself flying over a beautiful town that fills a beautiful valley [now that I think of it, it looked a lot like the one in Kiki's Delivery Service]. I see another girl also flying over the town, unaided, the same way I'm flying. I consciously, deliberately shift to first-person perspective [That's a pretty neat trick. I wish I understood how I did it.] and approach closer to the other girl. I recognize her as Chihiro from Spirited Away. I come right up beside her and ask her, “This is a good way to fly, isn't it?”

“Mm-hmm!” she answers cheerfully.

I decide to ask the same question again, in Japanese this time, just for fun and because I can. “Fly no shikata wa sui ne?” [trans: “(This) way of flying is good, isn't it?” Again, dream!Japanese is weird – the word for “good” is ii in reality, not sui.]

"Un!" [trans: “Yeah!”] Chihiro answers. She continues talking in a language that I take to be Japanese at first, because the sounds of it are characteristic of Japanese, but after listening for a few seconds, I realize that the words are actually Spanish.

[Dreamskip.] I'm on foot, exploring some old, pretty brick buildings.

I wake up in my bedroom in House #1 again. P. is sitting at a table in the room, writing an essay.

I'm telling my family about the DreamViews website, but lying about its nature and telling them that it's strictly fandom-related. I tell them that my username there is “Stupid Top.” When P. finds out that I've been writing about the dreams that I've had about her, she gets sad and angry, and cries.

I wake up again in a variant of my bedroom in House #1. P. and I are in the bottom bunk together. Elsewhere in the house, there is a larger room that resembles the patio of our grandparents' house. A bunch of people from church come into the bedroom, and I explain that this is our old bedroom, and we used to share the full bed (we had just pushed our full mattress off the top bunk and onto the floor), not this twin bed. A woman in the group corrects me, calling the full bed a [something I can't remember] twin. I go along with it. The youngest S. girl is put into the full bed by her parents, but she doesn't want to take a nap.

I'm in a parking garage, and I randomly find some panties.

I'm reading a book that introduces the reader to a code of spiritual laws and rules that I realize are of Mormon origin when I see a citation that says something like “Uses 21:7” [e.g., a citation from a book whose name I don't recognize]. One of the rules in the book specifically forbids entering holes populated by worms for long dreaming. It surprises me to find that the people who wrote this book both knew about lucid dreaming and made a rule about it. [Yes, I did read the thread about why it's hard to get to the moon, and I think that's what inspired this dream.]

I'm exploring a building somewhere, and my friend Mary T. is there. [Day residue; I'd seen her the day before I had this dream.]

I'm driving over the bridge on W. Road that crosses over I-15, heading toward a buffet-style cafe, where I routinely go for breakfast [only in this dream, not in real life].

Have had a few people mention that they'd like to read some of my dreams. I have 11mos writting down on paper because I like to draw pics of things I see as I'm a visual person. Haven't written anytihng down on paper since Sep, so all on Word and no pics. Oh well

Anyway, I'll put up a few good ones that I've written down before starting on recent stuff. I'm only going to put interesting ones up. (Also, I use lots of abbreviations [spelling mistakes because I'm trying to be quick in typing and don't care to correct it]. I also write down one word things that may sound weird to you, but I know what it means. Last names will be written as "XXXXX" as I use last names sometimes as clarification. Any other discrepencies, eh, just comment and I'll sort it out). Hope you like it

Format- Date(night of going to sleep- morning of waking up). Time(going to sleep). 2nd time(woke up from dream). (Sometimes I forget time I went to sleep, or time I woke up)

5/18-19. 12. On some sort of fam trip. Hiking from somewhere on a ridgeline. Some steep parts. Get to a flatter area. Chopper comes by us. I have to them and one guy waves back with a hand signal. See a plane and dad says it’s an A10, but I say No. Get to a dirt road. Desert like. (have been in this place before in another dream). Turns into a little gift store. Looking at displays on the geology of the area. Play with a fault moving thing. Mess it up and try to fix it but the instructions are in Russian. Then I’m on a quad. Then I’m with some lady driving down the dirt road and she’s asking if I ride anything and asks me about them

5/24-25. 2. Vin Diesel there. Group of us climbing a rock dome thing. Group starts to slide off. Vin starts to slide off opposite side. Use our climbing rope to get the guys back up to safety. All back up on rock when planes and A10’s start attacking us and strafing . I get to the end of the rock we’re on and take cover. Best spot because they can’t line up for it. Go back up on rock, but get back down. Then I’m fighting baddies in a town. Shooting at the, both sides have horrible aim. I stay at a section of a hall and outside and hold it. Some lady likes my help and grabs my hand. Then I’m at the rock again. Run around it. Start to get strafed so dodge into a large crack which leads back to the city fighting

6/15-18. 12. Somehow lost in SD. Try to get directions for a guy that looked like the guy that took Ferris Bueller’s red car. Find a way, but ends up being the wrong way. Map I’m using is lame. Tell dad to pull off when he can to read map better. He says the area’s not a good one, and tell him to find a good area, but he pulls off anyway! I tell him to not stop and keep going to a safe spot. I’m then alone and then get picked up by a big huge black guy and he threatens me. Then talks about home taxes. I manage to escape. I hide behind a small garden fence and he shoots at me. I’m wearing kind of a big poofy jacket. Then escape to a rival gang of engineers. Then meet up with dad

6/25-26. In a school? German girl from Mesa Verde tough. Talking with her. Something happens and I get in trouble with a lot of women. They corner me in a small store. I try to talk sense into them, but they don’t listen. I punch a few and push a few coz they have me cornered. Get away. Walking back to class. Some black guy is mad at me for some racist thing. Back at class and I approach the German girl, but she’s apprehensive. I explain I’m not sxist and the other stuff of the rumors. She cries, but believes me. She asks for my name and I tell her, but she keeps writing it down wrong. Baerin, or something. I correct her. We’re in a computer lab, so I get on a comp and go onto FaceBook and see German girl’s status that’s about trusting me? Her name is Baeron or something similar

LD! 6/23-24. 11. Driving around in Norco? Jump into the air and fly. Become lucid! Fly more. “stabilize” “clarity”. Land. Fly more. Go onto a pipe. Fly to another. Lucid for maybe a minute. Go to xxxxx’s house. Different. Cindy there. Then go to Kyle’s house. It’s like there’s an extra line of houses next to the 15. He has these broken pale green Things. I eat one but it tastes bad. State to clean them up because they’re in a few places

LDx2! 7/6-7. 12. At Ashley xxxxx’s house. Checking out her room, small, yellows. See a calendar and flip through it. People’s pictures on their birthday. Some look like Mai xxxxxx, Josh, and Chingy. Then I’m at some business place. Star Trek like. I’ve just come through a transporter and my fingers get messed up so try to transport only my hand to fix them. Count my fingers by sight but miscount, so move them as I count and count 7(2 completely extra) and become lucid! Doesn’t hold and I lose lucidity but keep dreaming. Try to fix my hand again, but doesn’t work. Count fingers (same as before) and I have 6(coming out the middle of a finger, but seems to be like it was a pin and not actually attached), become lucid again! Start to lose lucidity again. Dream fades into a poor video quality look and darkening. I’m looking at a girl. Then back into dream and my fingers are fixed. Hit on girl working at the computer bank

10/10-11. In neighborhood. Normal house. Sweed flag. Old lady lives there. House worth 1.6M. Shows me around. Wine cellar and crazy huge in back. Restaurant. Look around. Similar to another dream. Rocky/ faux look. Then in a field/ lawn. Then riding in a parking lot on a moped, but really a small motorcycle with some friends

11/14-15. 930pm. I’m a zombie. Guy tries to run over some other zombie and me. I hide. Now foggy. Some camp? Now Theresa and I in car. Kids hit car so I try to run them over. Then Theresa and I go hike. Find Bri’s house. Some animals

LD! 12/20-21. Classroom stuff. Go get pencil. Put away chairs for academy. Xxxxx mad. Then looking in mirror in bathroom. Long hair, LD! Got short(loose LD). Then a little long. Then home, sleep. Get up to go to bed. Was on living room floor. Xxxxxx home. Then dad wake up. Turnouts on floor, a set not mine

Edit: Sorry so long