Dream Trek

Dream #1: Lucid
The first dream I had for the night was my very first true lucid... I was in some strange place that I don't remember very well. I remember that it was a sort of mansion, and I was under the control of some sort of evil mastermind. The situation was very much like that of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Somehow I found out that the situation at hand was impossible to occur, so I determined that it was a dream. I abandoned the entire plot of the original dream and decided to fly away. For fear of falling, I flew over a large pond instead of more dangerous landing sites. I remember, at one point of my lucidity, I walked into a room full of people, and punched one of my dream characters in the nuts.

Dream #2: Party + Nightmare
The lucidity had ended by this point. I remember I was in a large, dimly lit room, with tables all around, including one pool table. I had found a friend who wished to play pool with me, so I made myself a drink and brought my pool cue and some balls. People were already sitting around our pool table like it was a regular table. We kicked them out and made them go to a regular table. After a while of playing pool, some older gentleman came in and proceeded to bitch at me for doing something, which I cannot remember. As soon as he left the building, I shouted "My father, and my friend's father... TWO different things, asshole".

Surely enough, he heard me, came barging into the room and pinned me against my chair. I told him "Look bud, if you want to talk about it this bad, I'll talk... But you'll have to get off me and take a seat."
He told me to begin talking, but didn't move. I told him that he had five seconds to comply, or I would leave without saying a god damned thing. He did not comply, so I broke out of his grip and shoved him to the ground, and then began walking around the house gathering things.

The scene suddenly changes a little - but the story remains similar. The house is mine, the party is at my house... But it's not technically my house. It's my parents house, and I have long since moved out. And I'm not me, but rather, a female figure, for a few minutes in the dream. I remember that I may have been slightly lucid because I said "He tends to forget things all the time", and I was excited to talk about myself from the third person, as a different person, and I'm pretty sure I knew I was dreaming at that point.

I continued to my truck to load my possessions into it, and then walked upstairs to make the final sweep of the area. I looked on the ground to see an old stuffed animal of mine... And walked off to the next room. After a few minutes of searching through my room, The stuffed animal walks into the room, and at his side is a small skeleton figure. I begin to scream, and it runs at me, so I jump onto the bed to evade it. They both become inanimate again, and then awaken again, and send me to screaming...


Dream #3: The Airplane Massacre
The scene changes.. I'm with my family at an airport landing strip. Except it's not MY family. I'm the oldest son in some random family We're directly in front of a wing, inspecting something. I notice a truck driving from my left, slowly. The truck turned its headlights off and began to move slow. For some reason, I got the impression that it was going to try to run us over. But I also noticed that the wing was too low for him to drive through, so it could work as a good obstacle for us. I said "Quick, get on the other side of the wing!" I did, but nobody else complied with my demands. The truck comes flying into my family, a few survive, including my father and my younger sister. We begin to run, and somehow I become separated from them... But I notice the truck behind me, quickly closing on me, and I see a mobile staircase ahead of me, which I can use to get to the plane's deck... I climb the ladder, and the truck misses me. I drive the ladder to the flight deck and hop on right as the truck rams the ladder out from underneath me. This plane is no usual plane... It's got a deck surrounding it, where people can go DURING flight and sit around outside, given they wear the appropriate gear. Anywho, I see my father tending to my injured sister.

I run off and try to put in cheats, but find out that there's no R2 on a N64 controller, and that I couldn't cheat in this version of grand theft auto (Idk where that came from)

Dream #1: Lucid
The first dream I had for the night was my very first true lucid... I was in some strange place that I don't remember very well. I remember that it was a sort of mansion, and I was under the control of some sort of evil mastermind. The situation was very much like that of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Somehow I found out that the situation at hand was impossible to occur, so I determined that it was a dream. I abandoned the entire plot of the original dream and decided to fly away. For fear of falling, I flew over a large pond instead of more dangerous landing sites. I remember, at one point of my lucidity, I walked into a room full of people, and punched one of my dream characters in the nuts.

Dream #2: Party + Nightmare
The lucidity had ended by this point. I remember I was in a large, dimly lit room, with tables all around, including one pool table. I had found a friend who wished to play pool with me, so I made myself a drink and brought my pool cue and some balls. People were already sitting around our pool table like it was a regular table. We kicked them out and made them go to a regular table. After a while of playing pool, some older gentleman came in and proceeded to bitch at me for doing something, which I cannot remember. As soon as he left the building, I shouted "My father, and my friend's father... TWO different things, asshole".

Surely enough, he heard me, came barging into the room and pinned me against my chair. I told him "Look bud, if you want to talk about it this bad, I'll talk... But you'll have to get off me and take a seat."
He told me to begin talking, but didn't move. I told him that he had five seconds to comply, or I would leave without saying a god damned thing. He did not comply, so I broke out of his grip and shoved him to the ground, and then began walking around the house gathering things.

The scene suddenly changes a little - but the story remains similar. The house is mine, the party is at my house... But it's not technically my house. It's my parents house, and I have long since moved out. And I'm not me, but rather, a female figure, for a few minutes in the dream. I remember that I may have been slightly lucid because I said "He tends to forget things all the time", and I was excited to talk about myself from the third person, as a different person, and I'm pretty sure I knew I was dreaming at that point.

I continued to my truck to load my possessions into it, and then walked upstairs to make the final sweep of the area. I looked on the ground to see an old stuffed animal of mine... And walked off to the next room. After a few minutes of searching through my room, The stuffed animal walks into the room, and at his side is a small skeleton figure. I begin to scream, and it runs at me, so I jump onto the bed to evade it. They both become inanimate again, and then awaken again, and send me to screaming...


Dream #3: The Airplane Massacre
The scene changes.. I'm with my family at an airport landing strip. Except it's not MY family. I'm the oldest son in some random family We're directly in front of a wing, inspecting something. I notice a truck driving from my left, slowly. The truck turned its headlights off and began to move slow. For some reason, I got the impression that it was going to try to run us over. But I also noticed that the wing was too low for him to drive through, so it could work as a good obstacle for us. I said "Quick, get on the other side of the wing!" I did, but nobody else complied with my demands. The truck comes flying into my family, a few survive, including my father and my younger sister. We begin to run, and somehow I become separated from them... But I notice the truck behind me, quickly closing on me, and I see a mobile staircase ahead of me, which I can use to get to the plane's deck... I climb the ladder, and the truck misses me. I drive the ladder to the flight deck and hop on right as the truck rams the ladder out from underneath me. This plane is no usual plane... It's got a deck surrounding it, where people can go DURING flight and sit around outside, given they wear the appropriate gear. Anywho, I see my father tending to my injured sister.

I run off and try to put in cheats, but find out that there's no R2 on a N64 controller, and that I couldn't cheat in this version of grand theft auto (Idk where that came from)

Dream #1: Lucid
The first dream I had for the night was my very first true lucid... I was in some strange place that I don't remember very well. I remember that it was a sort of mansion, and I was under the control of some sort of evil mastermind. The situation was very much like that of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Somehow I found out that the situation at hand was impossible to occur, so I determined that it was a dream. I abandoned the entire plot of the original dream and decided to fly away. For fear of falling, I flew over a large pond instead of more dangerous landing sites. I remember, at one point of my lucidity, I walked into a room full of people, and punched one of my dream characters in the nuts.

Dream #2: Party + Nightmare
The lucidity had ended by this point. I remember I was in a large, dimly lit room, with tables all around, including one pool table. I had found a friend who wished to play pool with me, so I made myself a drink and brought my pool cue and some balls. People were already sitting around our pool table like it was a regular table. We kicked them out and made them go to a regular table. After a while of playing pool, some older gentleman came in and proceeded to bitch at me for doing something, which I cannot remember. As soon as he left the building, I shouted "My father, and my friend's father... TWO different things, asshole".

Surely enough, he heard me, came barging into the room and pinned me against my chair. I told him "Look bud, if you want to talk about it this bad, I'll talk... But you'll have to get off me and take a seat."
He told me to begin talking, but didn't move. I told him that he had five seconds to comply, or I would leave without saying a god damned thing. He did not comply, so I broke out of his grip and shoved him to the ground, and then began walking around the house gathering things.

The scene suddenly changes a little - but the story remains similar. The house is mine, the party is at my house... But it's not technically my house. It's my parents house, and I have long since moved out. And I'm not me, but rather, a female figure, for a few minutes in the dream. I remember that I may have been slightly lucid because I said "He tends to forget things all the time", and I was excited to talk about myself from the third person, as a different person, and I'm pretty sure I knew I was dreaming at that point.

I continued to my truck to load my possessions into it, and then walked upstairs to make the final sweep of the area. I looked on the ground to see an old stuffed animal of mine... And walked off to the next room. After a few minutes of searching through my room, The stuffed animal walks into the room, and at his side is a small skeleton figure. I begin to scream, and it runs at me, so I jump onto the bed to evade it. They both become inanimate again, and then awaken again, and send me to screaming...


Dream #3: The Airplane Massacre
The scene changes.. I'm with my family at an airport landing strip. Except it's not MY family. I'm the oldest son in some random family We're directly in front of a wing, inspecting something. I notice a truck driving from my left, slowly. The truck turned its headlights off and began to move slow. For some reason, I got the impression that it was going to try to run us over. But I also noticed that the wing was too low for him to drive through, so it could work as a good obstacle for us. I said "Quick, get on the other side of the wing!" I did, but nobody else complied with my demands. The truck comes flying into my family, a few survive, including my father and my younger sister. We begin to run, and somehow I become separated from them... But I notice the truck behind me, quickly closing on me, and I see a mobile staircase ahead of me, which I can use to get to the plane's deck... I climb the ladder, and the truck misses me. I drive the ladder to the flight deck and hop on right as the truck rams the ladder out from underneath me. This plane is no usual plane... It's got a deck surrounding it, where people can go DURING flight and sit around outside, given they wear the appropriate gear. Anywho, I see my father tending to my injured sister.

I run off and try to put in cheats, but find out that there's no R2 on a N64 controller, and that I couldn't cheat in this version of grand theft auto (Idk where that came from)

Last night I had three dreams. Two sections of a sequel to "Back to School", and a new dream.

Section 1:
I'm heading to school - I roll up in the school parking lot. When I get there, multiple friends of mine inform me that they have drugs, MC, and a few others. And that we're gonna party hard tonight.
We go to class, but this time I'm with my friends from my actual high school, but I'm ALSO with my friends from my current town and other towns I have visited, including the internet... Firstly, I sit down at a desk on one side of the room, near someone I know named XS. XS is taking up a lot of room with his lanky ass, making it uncomfortable to sit next to him. My book breaks something, and I get up and move to the other side of the room with my real friends.

My internet friend EH, who looks similar to but not exactly like my real life friends CR and MR(who are fraternal twins). It's one of those weird things where a dream character is TWO people at the same time. He was EH, and he was CR as well. Suddenly, EH/CR's twin MR comes in and begins to embarrass EH/CR. EH/CR begins to get very irritated, eventually dragging MR out of the room, and erupting into a full blown fist fight. EH/CR keeps grabbing MR by the neck and punching him in the face, exclaiming that he's tired of him ruining his life.

I wake up, and think "Oh boy, can't wait to write this dream down, lemme think about it for a minute.." *Thinks*... Passes the hell out

Section 2:
I'm back at my home-town's school, and the Utopian school environment begins again. We begin in the lunch room, in a hectic line, trying to get lunch. I'm toward the end of the line paying for my food. I turn around and look to see that there seems to be a teacher monitoring the line every 5 meters [color=red](Security measures like these and the checkpoints in dream #1 are likely dervied from my real life, where my school transitioned through multiple different disciplinary principals, and from a laid-back principal to a bitch of a principal. The school went from laid-back to high-security over the course of my high school career)[/color=red].

The scene changes - I'm outside on the grounds with my real life friends from High School KW, TG, and one other. The outside landscape is beautiful - hilly, perfect grass, truly a Utopian wonderland. We decide to take a swim in the lake. When we hop in, we are able to swim around as deep as we want, but we have no need to breathe and we can still talk at normal levels. I tell my friends "This lake is beautiful - I can see in it! Ponds in Texas are gross and stagnant, if there's even water in them! Most of the time they're a bunch of crackled up dirt with a puddle in the middle!" I wasn't lying. The lake/pond was truly beautiful. Deep green seaweed grew in sparse locations, the water was clear and clean (So clean you could breathe it in!). A long stone bridge cut through the pond, one of the arching types from Rome.



The Marina Lodge

I'm wandering around the highway, when I look over the side and see a large body of water. There's a small coastal style group of buildings that are all on stilts and connected by board-walks. One in particular catches my eye. It appears to be a marina - it has boardwalks connecting to two small-medium old-fashioned wooden ships. They were very simple in design. Light blue and light red, respectively, with no sails and no structure other than their basic shapes. I get the feeling that it's a "Boating-School" I hop off the high way to land on the ship, climb to the dock and approach the building. There's a front porch, and a wide doorway with no door. A woman is doing some laundry on the porch, and I greet her. I asked "What kind of business is this?". She tells me that it's an Inn and Lodge.

We enter the building, she sits on her couch. I look around the main room to see tattered cloth furniture, a small black and white T.V. with bunny ears, and a tattered cot. The place doesn't seem to be very high income, or of any high business value. The woman asks me "If you're looking for lodging, bring your clothes and your bed inside and post up somewhere. Feel free to stay as long as you like." I look at her, and ask "Actually, I'm looking for a store." I don't know why I said that, It would have been more normal to ask if she had anything for trade. But apparently I said the right thing. She got up, and said "Yeah. We've got a store... Follow me".

She leads me through a second room, then the kitchen, and then to the wall. She bends over and grabs the bottom of the drywall, lifting it and removing a section of wall. At first I noticed a bong in the wall section, but my attention was soon diverted to what was through the opening. It appeared to be some sort of lounge. It was dark, blacklit, and contained posters and flourescent colors. It was all about psychadelic lighting and decorations. Sort of a speakeasy, but dedicated to marijuana. Placed at random tables were trays with medium-grade "corn" marijuana...


Several of my friends came in after me, and I asked them if they came here frequently. They said that they did, and that the place was a sort of a secret - you need to ask where the stores are to get in. They began discussing having a band - that I should play the keyboard for their band. I said that "I would be glad to play keyboard with you guys... But why do we need to make a band? I'm not trying to make that kind of committment. Musicians treat bands like relationships! What's wrong with musicians collaborating and having a good time? Let's just collaborate, make good music, and skip the politics that waste all our time?"

Last night, I dreamt that I was sitting in for a day at my High School. The story was that I had dropped out of school to pursue something, and I was going through a 1 day sit-in to decide if I wanted to continue my education and finish senior year(at the ripe old age of 19.) In real life... I am a high school graduate . The school had been rebuilt (again, as a brand new school was built my sophomore year in real life) . The building was incredibly high-tech... One of the best and most technologically advanced educational facilities of all time.

The first class I was in was a regular classroom type. We all had turtlebeach headphones on, and the teacher was teaching us by talking through the headphones and using sounds to help aid her in teaching. She operated a soundboard and a keyboard behind her desk to do so. While working, I was using my laptop - it was working just fine, until for some reason the screen wouldn't stay put.. It wanted to fall back down every time I lifted it. This comes from a recent thought I had - "How does a laptop screen stay open? After time, won't it wear down and just become loose?"

Whenever we had some freetime in class to sit and chat, I was talking to the other students about me coming back. Some of the older students I knew were the younger students when I was in school. I had three or four girls around me. I was unhappy to be placed near girls, because I was under the impression that I smelled bad - but they talked to me anyway - a lot. Apparently I didn't smell bad. I had a new found sense of confidence now that I was the cool "old-kid" again, Supersenior! :p. I began to make friends with everyone and was enjoying my stay.

Second class came around - it was a swimming class. We were in a locker room - it was dark, and more than just a locker room. There were chairs, desks, computers, TVs... It was a hang-out room with the second function of locker room. I left my laptop in the locker room, and headed off with the other students for the pool. It was a long trek to get to the pool a long, wide hallway... - I have no idea why it was so far away... When we got to the pool, it occurred to me that I was a fool to leave my laptop in the locker room - as I didn't have a locker. Someone was going to steal it!

I began to run down the hallway, teachers looking at me like "WTF are you doing?!" I began to fast-walk instead. I noticed a student walking, but his entire body was covered in clothing - including his face, even his eyes! He took a turn into a random hallway while the others went to the pool. I became suspicious that he was an acquaintance named Kyle S, and that he had stole my laptop Adding to recurring elements, as he has appeared before in a dream as the one who cock-blocked me in 'The Hive'. He's a devious one!

I sense that teachers are getting aggravated with my running, so I decide that running may be against the rules, but is sliding? I ran, jumped, and landed. When I landed, I slid about 30 or 40 feet. While sliding, I spun myself around as well. I was cool as hell!


When I got to the locker room, I was pleased to find that my laptop had not been stolen. But I had a new burden. I found my stuffed animals there too. I needed to get rid of them before anybody found out about them!

I ran out of the building to avoid being seen. It was a mistake, because it was raining! And I was carrying stuffed animals and a laptop! (My most priceless posessions, both weak to water! Not to mention the fact that the doors are locked to where you can leave, but not enter. In order to enter you have to go through the main doors and pass through security. I began to run through the grounds, climbing ridiculously steep hills, and trying to find the main doors. As I was running, a younger student taunted me... "Haha! You've got a laptop in the rain!". I yelled at him for being a stupid freshman and continued my journey.

Finally, I found the main doors. It was just over this steep hill. I strained myself, holding on to my stuff in one hand, and pulling my fat-ass over the near-vertical hill with only a hand gripping some mud at the top. This was a hell of a struggle... I would compare this to the scene in Shawshank redemption where the two were escaping and crawling up through the mud. "AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!"""


When I came into the school building, I found myself in the lobby, and commented that it was exactly the same in design as the lobby of the old school The OLD, old school. The one before the one they made my sophomore year. And my laptop had conveniently grown a zip-lock baggie to contain it and keep it dry. It never got wet. The only difference was that there was a police Kiosk, and a security checkpoint as well as an airport style check-in counter.

I walked to the counter, and explained that I wanted to take my stuff to the counselor and have her protect them for me until the end of the day where I could pick it up. A cop came to me and began to ask an array of questions, most of which were irrelevant... Then he gave me two pills and a small cup of a blue liquid. I asked him what they were for, he said "To help with the pain caused by the medicine in the cup". I became outraged that I was being forced to take drugs in order to enter school, but I decided to save my rage for a well written letter to every important person within 100 miles. I asked what the medicine was for - and the cop told me that it was to keep me from having outrageous ideas or thoughts that weren't healthy. Mind control, huh? Fuck it, I want to get back into this educational facility. I took the medicine. The cop continued to ask invasive questions. After a few minutes I began to feel very nauseous... And I ended up waking up before they let me go in....

In retrospect, I could've enjoyed more time in the school had I not taken the stuffed animals so seriously. If I was lucid, I could have stopped worrying about the laptop and the animal.. If I was even semi-lucid, I could've realized that if I merely held the stuffed animals in my hand like I would hold a regular object, rather than HUGGING them.... I would've raised no suspicion and could just take them to the counselor without trying to hide outside.

To begin, I was being told that I needed to find a real job other than the volunteer work at the city hall that I was doing (I am not doing any volunteer work at the city hall. Perhaps inspired by my previous desire to join the volunteer fire department, or my past efforts of volunteering at city hall). I started to work at the local grocery store, "Read's Food Store". All was going well for most of the day, until the boss started being a pain in the neck. She told me to mop the floors - I began to mop the floors. But for some reason, she was yelling at me the whole time, saying things over and over again, effectively creating a scene. At one point she insulted my stepmother, who was present at the time that she said it! I occasionally corrected my boss's sideways logic, but other than that, I continued to work.

When the day was over, I went to a table, which had all of my possessions on it. Including my dream journal and personal journal (I worried about having forgotten my dream journal throughout the dream, and never did a RC. Nice going). Instead of my Texas folks coming to pick me up, it was my Indiana folks. We hopped in the car and went off to a hotel that they were staying in. The notable thing about the hotel room was the urinal. It was a black panther in the stalking pose. With its mouth open round. In order to use the urinal, one would place his penis inside of the panther's mouth.

Going back to mart, for parts of the dream that I don't know where to place chronologically.
I was involved in some sort of spy mission, with T'Pol from Star Trek:Enterprise, and a random male figure.

While taking a break from work at the grocery store, I was assigned to take photographs of the intersection at the single stoplight in town. I noticed like 3 police cars in the photo, going through the intersection (Likely caused by the amount of ridiculous police activity in town lately, and my having been followed and harassed by police in recent months). And somehow some way, in the photograph I was able to zoom in on one specific police car. As I zoomed in, the photograph followed the car as it drove down the road, dodged some folks crossing the street in the ghetto, then left town.


When I turned to face the intersection again, I saw a badly damaged car that was flipped upside down, and a few meters away was a car with minor damage.
The driver of the car with minor damage was seemingly upset about the dents on his own car, while the other bystanders and I were focusing on helping the person in the overturned car. I asked if anyone had called the fire department yet.. (In my town, we have to wait for EMS to come from the city - our volunteer fire department is our first response to emergencies)
The man in the overturned car crawled out of the car. As it turns out, he was a conjoined twin... He had one body and two heads. His brother was complaining of his neck hurting badly and being "twisted", and the other brother was being relatively calm. A strange siren sounds, and a 1950s fire truck shows up.(Not out of place, actually. Our fire department consists of civilian pick up trucks and two old fire trucks from the 60s and 50s). I went back to work, as emergency response had come.


Later on, I was in my room talking to T'Pol and the other spy. They said that our current mission was to destroy evidence and dispose of dead bodies. T'Pol was working on a USB drive, while the other guy is bagging bodies. T'Pol seems to think that smashing the USB connection piece would be sufficient. I tell her that we should get inside the USB drive and smash the ROM chip. So I begin to try to dismantle the drive, which is for some reason a zip-up bag... Every time I unzip a bag, there's another one inside to unzip! I continue this loop for a while before finally taking it apart and finding out that there's no more to a USB drive than the connector piece. That the connector piece is the only part of the USB drive and the rest of it is just a grip. I must have been fundamentally wrong about USB drives, right? I should have become lucid here lol


I heard a noise - I go out in the hallway armed with a screwdriver... I kick the door open - It's just my brother. He tells me that my friend is over. "Tell him to come on up", I say. When I go back to my room, the male figure throws me a small foam basketball, made of the same material that the USB drive's bags were made of. The ball has some sort of text on it, and is perfectly crafted. My partners said that they made it out of the USB drive bags. No time! I tell them about my friend coming up, and suggest that they return to base. T'Pol tells me that it would be illogical to return to base because it would consume too many resources. So I come up with a plan to introduce the two to my friend as a regular friend.

And then I woke up.

A few nights ago, I dreamt that I was working with a team of mercenaries to go kill a big-time businessman in his office. We fought our way to the top of the tower that he was living in, and pushed his forces back onto the balcony.

For a moment, we waited... Trying to find a way to carry out our orders. Our target came in, and began requesting that we kill him with only one bullet.

I decided that I needed to make the most effective bullet possible. Apparently, the most effective bullet possible is cole slaw rolled in a rolling paper.

Me gusta - killed with a cabbage joint. .

A few nights ago I dreamt that my friend and I were over at someone's house, and they needed help with something... Digging a hole or working on their car, one or both of the two. Their house was for the most part normal, except for the fact that when you walk in, you're actually a few feet above the floor of the building. On the outside, it looks like a normal height for a house, but inside, the room is extra tall because it goes underground several feet.

We went outside to look at their car, when my friend began to free-style rap. But he wouldn't let me get a word in edgewise. Eventually he began to complain to me because I kept interrupting him to spit my own freestyles. At that, I flipped the hell out because he always raps through a whole instrumental and doesn't share for shit. He's selfish about it and will keep going even if he begins to suck. So I got pissed off bad and we argued until I woke up.

Originally Posted by The Gathering

I was in my shed hanging out smoking some legal weed, when suddenly more and more people began coming over to my house for some reason, wanting to party. We first gathered in the shed, and then the garage when we needed more room. People were talking about all hopping into their cars and going to a certain country road outside of town that recieves almost no traffic and lies at the bottom of a hill. The road is so little travelled that you can smoke weed and drink there with friends for a whole night with no interruptions. I missed backroading it since I quit smoking weed, so I wanted to go. But I didn't... I couldn't get all those people to come with me. So I went to the shed, where one girl was watching T.V. I looked at her, then looked around the room. Half-rolled blunts, roaches, all kinds of incriminating trash. I got pissed, and began cleaning it all up. I went outside to smoke, and out of nowhere it starts raining hard. So hard that I find myself swimming around in a giant puddle with some other folks....End of dream.

Originally Posted by Dream Fragment and Lucidity[/quote

Lucid Moment:
I was in the parking lot of the old apartment building that I lived my freshman year in high school. I was laying on the asphalt when a female figure came to me and began talking. I looked up at the apartment building, and then I began to think...
"I don't live here anymore... I lived here five years ago. I live in Texas now... This can't be, unless... It's a dream!" *Reality check*. "By gods, it is a dream... And I know it's a dream... Lucid dream... So just stay calm and think of something to do... Where would I go if I could go anywhere?" I settled on Chicago, closed my eyes and imagined Chicago. The dream became unstable and I moved on to the next dream.

Dream Fragment:
I was in a house with a family. The family wasn't mine... I remember something about the house having been designed by me... It was almost as if I was building the house as I dreamt. Which rises suspicion as to whether or not I was lucid during this time...

Originally Posted by The Cars

I was hanging with friends, when I walked outside and looked in the driveway. In the driveway was my father's truck, my stepmom's lincoln navigator, and my truck. Everything is as usual... Except this time around, my stepmom's navigator was towing a brand new camper, and I had one more car than usual. Behind my truck, was parked a white, crew cab 1993 Ford F-350XL with a utility shell. The same truck I owned in high school. I was excited, because I hadn't driven my old truck in so long - and excited at the prospect of owning my newer and nicer truck, while still being able to roll around in my old truck and work on it and the likes. So - I did what anyone would do in this circumstance! I hopped in and went on a joy-ride! It was bad-ass... Purely awesome times...

Some notes on the dreams:
This lucid moment was the longest and clearest moment of lucidity I've ever experienced. I was able to find out that I was in a dream, and stay within the dream for a few moments to think about it. It was awesome. Also, I noticed that my non-lucid dreams seemed to be a bit "Semi-lucid"... In that I was somehow still in control, but not aware that it was a dream. I think my lucidity may have transferred into my non-lucid dreams, giving me enhanced control of the situations... Also, I noticed that dream elements were heavily reliant on things that had happened in my real life the past few days.
For instance:
1. Me talking to my friend about how much his 1993 ford reminds me of my old ford, and that I would love to get a chance to drive my old truck again.
2. Me bitching about how people always left evidence of weed in my shed after smoking at my house.
3. Me reminiscing about smoking on the back roads.

I was with my friend VC, and he and I had built a raft. There were various items on the raft. Three of which were a part of the raft itself. The bench, the food chest, and the stove. The stove, I recall, was a bit loose. I spoke with my friend about departing. He asked me which of the two streams ahead we should take. I replied that I wasn't sure, as they both had fast-water that would possobly overturn the raft. I must have made some sort of mistake, because the raft became unanchored and we began to depart before we had a plan. I grabbed hold of the raft and hoped for the best, when suddenly we collided with a wooden post, capsizing our raft. I was thrown off of the boat, as was my friend. I waltched him float away underwater when he was simply YANKED into a high-flow water current. Shortly after he entered the current, I was sucked into it too. I slammed into a wall, and managed to come up and take a breath just before being sucked off in the other direction (The current drug us through a tunnel made of bricks, that took us about 50 yards in one direction, and then took a 90 degree left turn and sent us another 50 yards). We finally washed up on a loading ramp. My friend was waiting in a line for something, and so was a female character. I was laying on the ground, recuperating from this very strange event. While I was laying there, I sparked conversation with the girl who was waiting in line. After conversation had ended, she talked to another female figure, whispering "Do you think he likes me?".

Some time passed. I approached the girl, and I thought "I need to ask her for her number". But I didn't have my phone or paper and pencil. So I simply recited my own phone number to her.

Scen changes slightly this is now a weak dream and very unstable... I'm swimming toward the building with the ramp. Having a conversation with my stepmother in my head, as she's not there... And I'm asking her what the building is. She says it's some sort of veterinary facility... I notice the building doesn't have a ramp anymore, but a door.

I awaken.

Originally Posted by Original Text

Last night I dreamt that me and my brother went to a singing contest, to where there was only one competitor other than us two. Strangely, all of the people who were to audition were children, and I was the only grown man at the competition. I wasn't sure of what song to sing, and I was like "Why the hell am I auditioning for a singing competition? I such at singing!" My father and the host of the competition told me to go join the other competitior and think about my performance... I began thinking of what songs required a deep singing voice, as I was least likely to fail at singing in a deeper tone. I was contemplating Richard Cheese songs, but I couldn't for the life of me get the lyrics right. Later on, we were all in the Gymnasium, and there were a bunch of kids sitting around a long "Slip-N-Slide" type of structure, which apparently was used as a table. At the other end was a female figure in a throne, and I was at the opposite end of her, laying on my side because fuck indian style sitting. I'm a grown ass man I'll sit how I want. I remember replying to a statement she said with a joke and she replied with "What is the meaning of this?" to which one of the children responded "He's a funny guy!"... I'm like... what the hell is this, why am I the only grown man in a childrens singing competition? Anyway... That's when that dream ended.

Before that I dreamt that I was in my high school physics class, sitting at the back of the room hanging with the other students, when suddenly I sustained an eye injury. I don't know what caused it, but it bled a lot. There was a crease in my pupil, and strange bruising on my top eyelid. I went to the locker room to look at the injury in the mirror, but I gought caught up with something. I was in my underwear and a t-shirt when a random adult female came in to ask me questions. For some reason, I decided to try to change my underwear in mid conversation. She continued to talk to me as usual. I become aggravated with the fact that I couldn't find another pair of underwear. So I started trying to steal other students' underwear. They were all so small that they would only cover one leg. I eventually just put my original pair on.

When that was over, or rather, when dream #1 was over, I spawned in the middle of a body of water, and I was playing with a model ship, discussing with my mother the science of ship. We appeared to be in Greece, in a river of some sort with thick green jungle surrounding it. We were swimming upstream, we passed a small boat, but the stream was too strong to make use of it. After a whuile of travelling, I complained of being tired, to which my mom replied by kicking some river rock into the shape of a bench. Suddenly, the bench turned into a gross and moldy couch, to which I commented on as my mom plopped down in the couch and kicked back. She told me some storied about her life in greece and that we were close to camp. I looked on the couch to find a "Classy Porn" fashion magazine. It advertised clothing by showing the beauty of the human body.

Before I went to bed, I studied Yoshi's WILD Technique, and took one pill "Calms Forte". The calms forte drastically helped me stay still and clear my mind (ADHD usually makes this VERY difficult for me). While falling asleep, I started to go into SP, but I heard a weird sound and started to feel very scared, so I woke myself up and tried again. (I honestly think all of the reports of bad experiences with SP cause a placebo effect for me). This was my first experience with WILD. I experienced vivid visions and imaginations, heard voices, etc... Very interesting stuff. I can't give you a vivid lucid dream report... But I do recall that at some point during the night I realized that I was dreaming... There was a rush of emotion... of thought.... And then I was no longer in a lucid dream state.

However, I call this a success as I had extremely high dream recall and achieved lucidity - this is something I rarely have.

Originally Posted by Original Text

All I remember from last night is some stuff about an airport. The place was interesting. I remember crawling up a downward escalator that was so difficult to climb that I was out of breath by the time I reached the top. I remember thoughts about baggage rules and a parking garage. The most interesting part was the escalator. It was a pink conveyor belt in the shape of steps, going downward. An airport worker commented as I climbed the empty steps "You see why nobody takes these damn escelators?"

I'd like to note that last night, I slept for only around 3 hours. I was awakened during one of the earlier dreams. Unlike my other dreams, this dream seemed very unstable. I would be in a scene, and then drift into thoughts, and then re-appear in the airport. I remember hearing someone speak of different rules and regulations about the airport, including the most memorable one of them being something about... "The airline allows you to bring as much baggage as you need for the vacation you are taking. If you're taking a 3 month vacation, you can bring like 9 suitcases." Rather than visualizing myself in a SCENE, I was drifting around in a black abyss, hearing words and sentences. The dream was very cool when I compared it to other dreams, because of that fact.

These are some Dreams that were powerful enough that I recall them even years later... But are not written in my dream journal.

Originally Posted by Theme Park Nightmare

I had this dream a VERY long time ago, when I was a small child. I was at an amusement park with my father, walking on a board walk, surrounded by a dark green IVY grass. One of the roller coasters crashed, and two heads fell in the ivy in front of us. They called out to me. "Help us! Help us! Put us back on our bodies!". My father stopped me from helping them, stating that "If you touch them, your head will fall off too". This dream scared me, but also put me in a position where I wanted to help someone but was unable to do so.

Originally Posted by The Shooting Nightmare

This dream is from my elementary school days. I had a dream that the school was being attacked by a student with a gun. The place was surrounded and we were in one of our routine classroom lockdowns. I escaped the class and made my way to the main doors, where I was warned by a teacher not to go out there because the police would think I was the shooter and shoot me. I woke up upon leaving the building. The only two images I remember are one of another student in a hoodie in the hallway while I was fleeing - possibly the shooter. And I remember an aerial view of the school's campus, with 6 trees and police surrounding the place.

Originally Posted by The Accident Nightmare

This is quite possibly the worst nightmare I remember ever having, and it was much more recent. It was my senior year, approximately one week after prom. In real life, while picking up my tuxedo for prom, I had to go to a city with bad traffic, where I was watching a girl ride by on a motorcycle, when suddenly her bike was hit by a turning vehicle, throwing her off the bike and into the asphalt. After moving the bike out of the road and making sure that the emergency authorities had the situation under control, we left. This was the beginning of my car wreck anxiety, and the recurring theme of car accidents in my dreams and subconscious. Now, onto the dream.
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(Dream Time) -- I was driving my mother around, doing some sort of secret mission for the enemies of the united states. On multiple occasions, men in black suits approached us and attempted to convince us not to do whatever it was that we were doing. At one point, a man in a suit offered me a lo-carb monster drink to persuade me not to take part in the deal. I had no choice but to continue the mission. We left the city and hit a country road. I noticed a minivan coming in the distance toward me. After watching it for a few seconds, I confirmed that it was in fact in my lane, coming directly at me. The faint sound of a blaring horn became louder and louder, and a hill began to rise to the side of me in the swerve zone. The van came closer and closer until I finally swerved off the road and stopped on top of the hill. While watching it out the window, I saw it veer back into the right lane, then off the road, and down into the grass until finally hitting a tree. When it hit the tree, someone flew through the windshield. The sounds of screaming and crying began to overtake my mind, as I watched the people crawl around, bleeding out in the grass. An entire family was in that van. Children screaming... Blood, gore... It was a truly horrible sight. I pulled out my phone to call 911, and as I was dialing I was distracted by some figures around the crash site. Not human, but humanoid. They were dragging the children around and beating the shit out of the wreck victims. One of the children was being drug through the road and slung around like a rag-doll. I tried to keep calling 911, when suddenly one of the figures appeared directly in front of me - I caught a close-up of the back of a Ferengi(Star Trek)'s head, scaring me into awakeness. To this day, it was the most horrific nightmare I can recall.

Originally Posted by Original Text

last night I dreamt I was going to a job interview with one other person. We sat at a table and the interviewer showed us a project that SIEMENS worked on last month involving train tracks. The tracks were broken in some places and needed efficient repairs. I suggested making the tracks narrower and the trains faster, to which the interviewer replied was a too expensive approach.

Before I went there, I was exploring a new dating site. It resembled myyearbook in a way. I met an interesting female on there while playing a game. I should have caught on to the fact that I was dreaming when I noticed the web site's url was strange as hell. It was like "MiaYck.cx.so.me" I should perform a reality check on all URLs. The other time I should have caught on was when I noticed the map of the train tracks suddenly became the back of a DVD case.

The other person I went into the interview with was my stepbrother. When we came to the interview, we waited in a lobby with a microwave and refreshments, a table with two chairs, and then a ton of empty room beyond that. He grabbed 3 tuna-style cans of food, while I grabbed only one. The solution I proposed to solve the train problems was a humorous application of the "Venturi Effect". Suggesting that if the tunnel was narrower, it would have less environmental impact, and that the trains would be forced to go faster to fit through it at the same pace.

Originally Posted by Original Text

Last night I dreamt that I was going to school in the 90s. The school was secluded in the desert somehow. Something happened and the entire class was fleeing, but it didn't last long before we were all back in computer class. This dream may very well be my first "Lucid Dream" in that I was aware that I was dreaming for part of it. At the end, I realized that I was dreaming right before I woke up.

In order to induce further lucid dreaming, I'm working to remind myself that time travel is not possible, and when I dream that I am in a different time period than 2012, the logical answer is not time travel, but dreaming.

Like the other dream where I travelled in time, I was in a computer lab, doing work on the computer and bragging about the technology of the future. Yet again, I made the mistake of using the "Time Travel" logic, rather than the "Dream Setting" logic to explain why I was in the 1990s and a child.