26.05.2010104: 5.26.10, 10:05AM Part 2: Rody from Protest the Hero Writes Lyrics. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I had a brief dream in which Rody from Protest the Hero was writing lyrics and was getting suggestions from someone. I simply observed him writing and lent no help to the writing process.
26.05.2010104: 5.26.10; 7:07AM Part 1: Stained Glass Transformation + Dreamguide? (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I had a rather lengthy and detailed dream, so I'll try to recount as much as I can remember. I was in a cafeteria with giant windows on one wall to let sunlight in. I became lucid at some point and tried shooting the windows, which produced no results. I realized that I didn't want to waste the dream trying to shoot stuff, so I ran toward the windows, wanting to make them stained glass. I lost lucidity here and the dream transitioned to put my somewhere else. I recall waking and thinking that I'd run into a dreamguide in this dream, but I fell asleep while trying to recall the details, and now don't remember anything of the dreamguide, except that it wore white clothing, or was at the very least associated with the colour white.
25.05.2010103: 5.25.10; 9:00AM The Au Aunina. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I recall discovering pictures or another form of documentation on an old French ship, the "Au Aunina," pronounced as written. There was more to this dream, unrelated to the ship, but I don't recall those details.
24.05.2010102: 5.24.10; 9:00AM Meeting @danzr4ever. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I dreamed I met @danzr4ever in real life, and was talking with her about writing, telling her I rarely if ever have multiple drafts before I get to the finished piece. She wore a yellow dress and looked much like Penelope Garcia from the show Criminal Minds.
23.05.2010101: 5.23.10; 11:00AM Announcement of Donation. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was driving dad's truck out on some backroads at night, and after driving along the same road for a very long while, I turned left at an intersection in the hopes of finding something interesting. I wound up at a kind of church, way out in the middle of nowhere. I parked and got out, finding a lot of people standing around, waiting for a man in the distance to announce something from the podium he was standing behind. While the kids (and a few adults) talked and made a lot of noise, I watched the man and waited for him to speak, knowing he was going to announce that I'd made a massive donation toward whatever cause they stood for. When he began speaking, everyone continued to talk, and continued to do so until he was finished. I figured that they'd heard the announcement through their uninterrupted conversations, so I advised one of them to get some rest, as they had school the next day, and it was around 4AM when the announcer had finished.
21.05.2010100: 5.21.10; 11:18AM Part 2: Gold Dust. (DEILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I had a DEILD where I was on my computer on my bed, and was intently watching gold-coloured dust of some magical origin swirling around my laptop screen. I was concerned about not being completely "in" the dream, even though I was indeed lucid, which led me to choose not to attempt the Task of the Year like I'd wanted to. Thus, my time in the dream was spent doing nothing more than watching that gold dust floating about before the dream faded.
21.05.2010100: 5.21.10; 8:55AM Part 1: Running Down Bleachers + 6twitter Virus. (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I dreamed I'd left my Sociology class early, and as a result had failed it. (It's an online course so I don't know how I could've left it, but I somehow managed to do so.) When I found I'd failed the class, I found myself in my high school gym, running down the bleachers. The bleachers were far too steep for me to be running down, and I wound up jumping off of them due to my momentum, about 10 feet from the floor. I braced for impact, and doing so made me gradually lucid. This immediately slowed my descent. The dream transitioned and I found my computer to have a virus. I found two files named "twitter" and "6twitter" that were irremovable, placed by the virus.
20.05.201099: 5.20.10; 8:55AM Racing Older Cars + Arcade Game. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I dreamed that I was in a really nice car of an older model, and was racing it down an incredibly packed and busy street in a city I didn't recognize. I saw other hot cars racing alongside me, so I kept up with them to see who was driving them - but never got to see their faces. The dream transitioned and I was at Paul's house, his mom setting up an old arcade game cabinet called "DJ Pookster," which I found to be very funny. Julia was there with me, and we all talked and reconnected.
18.05.201098: 5.18.10; 12:15PM Part 7: Fun with Revolvers, Computer Incompetency, and a Shared Dream Attempt. Sorta. (DEILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Coming out of a dream once more, I went back into one, visualizing myself sitting up in my bed with my laptop. I typed "dial.org", trying to get to a site I used to use every now and then some years ago (I believe "failblog.net" is what I meant), but I couldn't type it correctly no matter how many times I tried. When I gave it one last try and found my computer saying "Porn" in my URL bar, I gave up trying to type it. I realized I only had one eye open, so I opened the other and found everything to be very clear around me, very satisfying. I was enjoying the lucid, so I kept a very serious face to avoid coming out of it prematurely. Done with my computer, I reached under my pillow, looking for a pistol. Of course, I pulled out a beautiful, big black revolver and aimed it first at my computer screen, then out my window, figuring even in a dream I shouldn't shoot my only computer. I cocked and fired it - but it sounded like a .22 rifle. (As in, not a very strong gunshot sound.) I cocked it and expected it to sound like a heavy gun when I fired it this time - it made a satisfying, loud boom like it should have. I went for a shot once more, this time expecting it to sound like a cannon - but this time, it sounded like the last shot I'd made, which, while satisfying, wasn't as incredibly loud as I'd hoped to hear. I cocked the gun harder and pulled the trigger harder, still firing out my window into the bleak overcast sky, and found that I could fire multiple rounds with one pull if I pulled the trigger proportionately harder, much like an assault rifle. I did this several times, making the bullet chamber spin like a high-speed carousel, for several minutes, then I put the gun down to consider other things I could do while lucid. I knew this was going to be a longer lucid than other recent dreams, so I was determined to make it good. At this point I thought about all my goals that I'd considered before going to bed that night, and sat there on my bed, fully lucid, thinking and taking my time. I wanted to try to contact Julia, so I screamed her name loud. It was so loud I could've sworn I'd heard myself shout it in the real world. I put my hand on my head and felt my hair was really soft while I thought about it - I realized I couldn't have a shared dream with her because she wasn't asleep this time of day. While I thought, I closed my eyes in the dreamworld, and felt the lucid fading. I tried to open my eyes, expecting a false awakening to occur, but I woke up for real. Interesting thought: While lucid and trying to open my eyes, I felt like my lucid eyes were behind my physical eyes, and when I tried to open the lucid ones, they started to open one of my physical ones, which made me come awake, but only after I woke up did I feel like I was fully back in my own body and was seeing the proper perspective from my physical eyes.
18.05.201098: 5.18.10; 12:15PM Part 6: Clyde's Art on Public Display. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was outside the local mall with my little sister Emily when she handed a piece of folded paper I'd sworn I'd seen before in a dream. I tried to chase her down to tell her so, but found a couple of men arguing, which I figured was a welcome opportunity to intervene and put an end to the argument. I found a giant coloured drawing of a flying bird hanging from the side of a building, and when I approached it I identified it as one of my own works.
18.05.201098: 5.18.10; 10:30AM Part 5: Dating Assistant Clyde Machine! (DEILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Coming out of a dream, I visualized a new one and found myself in a field of red and yellow flowers. I wanted to do the task of the month, but I wanted it to be more interesting than merely handing a flower to someone, so I put a couple in the field in front of me. Unaware of my presence, they faced away from me and were naked, appearing almost as cartoon characters, sitting next to one another, unmoving. I pulled up a yellow flower and tapped the young lady on her shoulder, holding up the flower where she could see it. She turned her head, enough to see the flower but not enough for me to see details of her face, and waited a few moments before her hand shot up and plucked the flower from my hand. I watched and waited, expecting her to give the flower to the young man next to her, but the dream faded out before I saw anything further.
18.05.201098: 5.18.10; 10:30AM Part 4: Julia's Letter + Out to Dinner with my Dad. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I dreamed of getting an especially lengthy letter from Julia while in a kind of classroom setting, but wasn't able to read it there. The dream transitioned and I was helping two girls open their van door - come to find out, the lock/unlock switch was partially locked, which was the cause of their problems. The dream transitioned again and I was out to dinner with my dad, and saw my high school history teacher Mr. Shahin there.
18.05.201098: 5.18.10; 10:30AM Part 3: Steve Vai Shows His Prowess. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID A short dream in which I watched Steve Vai playing his guitar in my music room, showing that he could play two different lines of music at once: he did left-hand pull-offs on the high-e string while wildly tremolo picking the open low-E string.
18.05.201098: 5.18.10; 8:21AM Part 2: Magic Stove. (DEILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I began waking from the previous dream and remembered wanting to go lucid. I did a DEILD after adjusting my legs quick and visualized, putting myself behind what appeared to be my stove. I wanted an M4 assault rifle to appear behind it - but no luck. Then I figured it was because I had clear view of where it would be, so the solution was to expect it to appear within the stove itself, somewhere in the back of the appliance. I reached into a slot in the back and pulled it out successfully, and woke up.
18.05.201098: 5.18.10; 8:21AM Part 1: Without a Trace. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was hanging out with a few girls I recognized, one of which being an ex-girlfriend of mine. We walked through a parking lot toward a movie theater, and she passed out cold on the pavement, in the line of on-coming cars. One of the other girls stopped the cars while I picked up my ex. We rushed to the theater and everyone but me and my ex, still passed out, had disappeared. I asked an attendant for assistance, but she said I should go next door for a phone and to get to the hospital. A little traveling around outside, still carrying my ex, told me the entire area was desolate, and after exploring a few alleys and coming out of one at the side of a freeway, I realized I should use my cell phone to call an ambulance. I debated if I should call an ambulance or try to find a hospital, as it would take time for them to arrive at my location and I didn't know any nearby addresses to give them a reference point to find me. Julia called while I was thinking, so I explained to her what was going on. By the time I got off the phone, which wasn't more than a minute's time, my ex was missing, without a trace. Later in the dream, I heard a radio station saying she was arrested for a traffic-related offense, which I suspected had to do with passing out in front of those cars back in the parking lot. At one point earlier in the dream, I had passed by a pawn shop with the group of girls plus my ex, and saw some dark-cyan/teal shirts on display that I knew were clothes Julia had left behind/sold some while ago, and it made me miss her to see them.
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