Ibis

This dream was mainly about trying new dream drugs. And the great place I started the search was at the school. (obvious)

05.07.2012
Dream drugs
I am walking down the road with some girl on a blue bike. I don't know where we are going, but she wants to show me something.
Since I take the time to notice my surroundings; a road, grass and a perfect blue heaven, I also take the time to wonder if I'm dreaming.
With a practiced hand I plug my nose. I can breath trough it.
Yes! Finally! I am filled with content. I finally caught a dream in the act. It was hard to believe first that I actually was dreaming, but in the end I didn't wanna deny it either. I had missed to many shots at being lucid.
Since I have no specific plan, I leave the girl and take another way. She follows me, so I decide to use the technique I found at Dreamviews.com: simply turn my back to the dream character and forget about their presence. And she disappeared - both from my focus and my dream.

The next thing I recall is being at my school, in the wardrobe. People are changing their outfits for a play they're having. I'm in it, so I write a note behind my ear to remember to change my clothes before the show; it might be fun. In the meantime, the drug issue returns. I try to figure out which person that is more likely be a drug dealer at my school. I suspected Ludde would know, but he would deny me it. I still went over to him, to ask for drugs.
He laughed at me. And this is the first time; I mean my very first time; I have used mind control in a dream character (DC). And it worked. He froze in his laughter, with a blank stare directed towards nothing. His mind felt empty, like a puppet I had stuck my hand into. He was under mine control.
Not to be mean, but he is not the most interesting person out there. And now that he was mentally handicapped, there was no way he could direct me to the dealer. So I let go and went out of the wardrobe. (strange - Ludde was in the girls' wardrobe..)
Outside, there is a hall with two large windows and gray walls. On a bench in the hall, flocked by students, sitting by a table was a guy in a cap. He seemed larger than the rest, and handed out things to certain people. I had found my drug dealer.
With victory in my lead, I went over to him and talked to him. I remember we said something about dope, and pills. Then I tried fishing out a 100 dollar bill from my pockey, but all I found was 2bucks. And I gave it to him.
He opened up a board, slipped the top lock aside and opened a set with many white round pills. He fingered out a large one, and gave it to me. Besides me, somebody else handed him 2 bucks, and he gave them another large white pill. Lucky me. Now I went out of the crowd, and took a look at the pill. It looked like nothing special. Almost a little like a pain killer. I also considered if it would do any damage on my rl pain, but quickly vanished the thought away. This was a dream, with no connection to my real life body. I lifted to pill to my mouth, and tipped it over to swallow it. I instantly felt comfortable, and a bit happier. As I walked towards the wardrobe, I also acted a bit goofier, and more open towards other (talking more).
I thought it was a shame though, that I hadn't taken LCD. I will never ever insert illegal drugs into my body in my real life. It ill ruin your brain. But in dreams drugs aren't real, but you get the effect. Or some of it. LCD would have been interesting to try.
In the wardrobe, people nagged about me having to hurry and blablah-. I barely got in to the show in time. At the show, I met a cool guy/ or became a cool guy. I still ain't sure. I think both; that I suddenly got a multiple personality disorder of some kind. I don't know his name, but being him was nice.
At the show we goofed and laughed around together, and thus the show was a failure.

The next thing I remember must be when we walked down the street. It was later in the day, and some girl had joined us. This time I think I were the guy, and a "friend" of "me-guy" had joined me, together with some girl. The girl seemed a bit like Andy, only more innocent and more "into" thing. She was cool.
I now remembered that this guy might carry some drugs, and popped the question.
"Sure" he said. He had understood I wanted LCD, and fished something out of his jacket pocket. I decided that I wouldn't take it if it was a needle attached to it, but luckily it was some orange fluid in a tiny bottle. I popped it open, and drank the contents. Instantly, I became a lot more goofy. A tingling sensation took place in my upper stomach area and I wondered if I'd feel this good and happy with my life as I woke up. (This is not the real life effects of LCD. Scary/happy hallucinations are the general effect. And off course a destroyed brain and empty wallet.)
I looked at life in such a bright perspective, as we went over to a grassy hill. The girl sat on top of something that felt and looked like a gigantic mushroom. The boy popped an idea. I was into it, but not the girl. She jumped off the mush and left us alone. I returned to the feminine form, and my friend went away, chasing the girl.
This time, I think I decided to give the whole drug thing a time-out. I could barely hear a mower in the distance and knew that the sound came from the real world. Some guys were cutting my meadow again. (turns out I was right: the guys were back when I woke up. They left the field of white flowers alone though, I am grateful they did.). Due to the drugs, I didn't care much more about it and continued down a path leading to a swimming pool. I tried to return to my guy form, without success. I felt that I might be waking up.
The next thing is a bit personal, so I'll leave that part to the blanks..

Other than that - there was a part of my dream where I was at a house. Erlends little brother showed up. At first I had thought it was Erlend, but I was wrong. He had hockey hair and liked to play Zelda with Erlends little sister. (E has no little brother. That is all from my imagination..)

Then I woke up! Glad because of my success ^^

1:
Me and Sigurd were not really talking. But it was coming along.
Astrid was the connection between us, I was very happy alltogether, anyway. Something is just way better than nothing.
I was hanging with my friends when Astrid went out to play football and I started counting my fingers. There was something fishy about the whole scenery.
Five fingers. I pinched my nose. Air came trough, and I thought that I wasn't holding it right. I tried again; more air, but a little less than before. Wtf! This couldn't possibly be a dream, could it? I felt a sudden urge to convince myself otherwise (for whatever reason..)
I counted my fingers. Now I counted six, but as I looked at my hand again, I saw five. Must have counted wrongly.
Counted again- six. When I looked at my hand I saw five. I wanted to tell my friends about my counting-glitch, but tried one more time.
Six fingers. Five. This scared me; was something wrong with my brain? I turned around to look at an icecream booth at the other end of the hall. There was a lady behind the disk, but no icecream or commercial. I tried looking for something dream-like, something blurry or wrongly placed. What is odd is that I didn't think at all that the icecream booth in the hall of my school was a little out of place.

I only remember the part of the dream were I knew where I was lucid (except for some t-shirt stuff I'm not writing down.)
I was walking down the stairs when I suddenly thought, Hey.. I fell asleep; I'm dreaming.
But man, this lucid was of really poor quality. I could not look any more the 2 meters in front of me, and it felt like someone was trying to push a lit over my eyes the whole the time. And at the same time, I was at the brink of waking up.
The best moments was when I ran of the porch of my house. I screamed, because it was much higher than in real life. I was heading for the parked cars, but luckily avoided them. That was a real thrill
Then I ran off into the night (because it was really dark outside and I had nothing to do) and before I knew it I had flapped my black feathered wings open and was heading full speed for the heaven. Ah, it was wonderful. I did a salto (spin in the air) and just played around. I spotted my friend L. on the ground and landed next to her. She ought to show me something, and I tried it.
I suddenly felt like I had bad time and took of again. As I was getting higher and higher, I suddenly crashed into an invisible barrier. Thinking I could make it trough, 'cause it was just a dream, I did. On the other side I was back in low-quality mode, in a room with no doors, no paintings, no people. Nothing. The walls were a light lemon color, and the floor were white.
More I can't recall to scribble down, so I'll just post a little picture. I like pictures.

Note to self: In daylight my wings are white, yet they are black at night ^^

Yay ! Lucid!
I was running away from something, or for something, I don't remember which. I was in a parking lot I can not remember from real life, but suddenly I stopped and realized;
Hey. I thought it felt a bit like.. air. Why am I doing this? This is ..a. dream. I shouldn't have to run.
I got the satisfactory feeling of realizing this just like that, but started feeling my body in bed. I resisted, trying float back into the dream, and luckily managed.
I then set running after what had been chasing me, and I generally remember having fun before I lost my lucidity again. No big deal, I'll make it stay longer next time

Um okay, I'll just note here that I had been focusing on living in the present, and I had been drawing a lot, the day before. Drawing sometimes work a little bit like meditation. So I think that daily focus is key. Notice your surroundings.

"You can't live on a breath in the future, nor from the past. You have to breathe now." I just love that quote. A man on TV said it yesterday. (Yesterday was a really great day, and this is starting to look like a blog post. I better shut my trap. Have fun )

Setting
Place: Online game; mountains, cliffs, magic
Purpose: Starting a new game
People: Me and the "team" containing at least 1 girl and two boys + one or two more bad asses
Mood: Nervous, excited, determined/set

Plot: I started off as a new user in a dragon form. My name was Xena or something. I was wondering how to make some new friends/ a group when I met up with some guys. They were high leveled and respected "professionals" in the game world. They were like the cool gang.
"Hey-y!" said the girl.
"Hey.. are you..? X---- "(somethingsomething i can't remember, Xever, or something. Said one of the boys. Apparently I looked like Xever1001, and could have been his extra, new character. I understood that this was a famous character, almost a legend in this cyber world, and an old friend of theirs that had been of the game for a while.
"Hey-y! Yeah! Hey old dude!" said the girl. And everyone in the group was excited and flocked around me.
"Yeah--.." I said, even though I knew that it was wrong. Now I was a fake.
"Wanna come on our mission?"
I don't remember answering, only that I know I came along. Their mission was to get some kind of book.
I was a dragon, as I said before, and now I used my awesome 8meterlong flame thrower of a dragon mouth to melt the book out of stone on the opposite side of a cliff. The girl got a book (she was a grey dragon) and the boys muttered excitedly.
When she got back with the book (sorry for being unclear in the past sentences. It is hard to tell a dream in a way that makes sense to others..) we celebrated and had a light talk with each others. They asked me something about Xever's past. And when I couldn't answer, the grey dragon girl shouted:
"Hah! I knew it!" I had thought she would be madder, but in the end, she gave me an irritated and disappointed look. I weren't exactly welcome to join them as they left with the book/key.

A new start, part two.
I decided to go start at an other level. I wanted a fresh, honest start this time. I entered an older level, in fact the seventh level that was made in this game. (Or at least, seven something, it might have been my new beginner lvl as well. (Seven is the number I connect with Erlend, I don't know if it matters, but wanted to note it. There.))
I knew I could have trouble making new friends and companions here as the server was old and most players had quit or grew way past the beginner stage. At least the heaven was free of clouds and the fields were green. In the corner of my eye I could see a market, or the beginning of an old village, with a few characters. There was an old lady with a hairband there.
As I walked across the grass field, thinking that I might not make any friends in a while and that I will make it anyway, a guy comes by.
"Hi." he says friendly. "Who are you" he was nice. He was great in fact, and I knew that he would be my friend.

The end-
Dun-dun-dnuuuun.

(Interpretations: Could this be a bit about starting high-school, getting away from my friends. Not having much to keep on to, neither to weigh you down. A little fresh air. Not knowing where it goes, but that sometime, it will lead to something good.)

We are in a house that could be a hybrid between where I live and the Twilight-vampire-mansion. Bright white walls, windows and corridors with smaller rooms.
Maria having a party, entering a singing contest.
I wish her luck, and hope for the best.
She is making new and other friends, and I accept that, I am glad for her.
But I have the feeling that something will go wrong soon.
And suddenly I am moved to third person view watching a kid in front of the small crowd's skin suddenly rip apart in the middle of his face, neck and stomach. I think he is me.(I'm a girl btw.) I can see the red flesh at the edges of his skin, but there is no blood or screams, no agonizing pain.
Out of where his guts (in reality..) would have splatted out, rises a giants head. And now I am the giant, as the boy has changed into it like a butterfly growing from it's cocoon.
Everybody is watching me, I am a little surprised and feel like the situation had just taken a turn of the worse. I roughly slide out of the room and hurries to a window. I now know that I know that something bad is coming. And am I right!
In the shadows of the forest outside the dark window I can see a dark creature keeping watch over the house. When I understand it's form, my heart jumps. The familiar T-Rex, from my first brief lucid as a kid, is out there, hunting me. I see it disappear among bushes, before I run over to a window on the upper side of the house. At the left sits my father. I make sure to keep close watched over the forest outside, and any suspicious shadows there might be, as I discuss the dinosaur with him. During this tense conversation I can't recall, I somehow understand that it is my job as a giant to defend the house and the people that are inside. I must meet the dinosaur at it's arrival and hold him back with all my fight.
Most of all I had wanted to hide in the corner of a locked room.
I again spot a darker shadow in contrast to the trees, and know that the dinosaur is coming closer.The dinosaur is coming for me. It's coming for the glass of the window.
I run to another room nearby, and know that the dinosaur had already leaped trough a now shattered window. I hear steps and feel it's presence like an unavoidable truth.
I hear loud cracking noise as the T-Rex heads in the door separating us and get's trough. First, it is just his giant head in a hole of the door, with green shells and sharp teeth. Then it is his full-sized ancient body, as the once most infamous predator of the earth he were, standing before me. It is almost as looking into a gun pointed at your head, only this time it is highly aggressive and a little bit taller and larger than the average giant.
We threw ourselves at each other, wrestling, but it didn't last for long though.
I had something he wanted to get; a glove. And the rest of the dream circled around me; The giant, watching a fighting and how-to-use-your-magic-glove instruction video together with another person, knowing the dinosaur could break trough the doors any minute.

So I was in the library with L. again, which means this could be a possible dream sign except that I don't think I have ever been in the library with L. yet..
Before we went down the stairs "terroristic" buillies came over to us and made us sit in a corner, trapped. We didn't know what to do, but eventually we talked ourselves out of it I think. I don't know what they wanted, except bully, which frankly, a lot of bullies appear to long for. It might have been something about not borrowing the book I had found and now held in my hand. We were sitting at some benches. They slouched down the stairs with hunched shoulders, and we followed after making sure we were not in the danger-some.
The stair had business like blue, dimmed transparent "fences", and the stairs themselves were grey.
When we got down I was about to deliver my book. I felt jumpy and hurried. I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, without bringing attention to myself. The floor was grey, the walls white and the room dark, so I should'a known better than to feel "safe" so soon. If safe means not in a potentially life threatening circumstances..
The disc had a woman librarian behind it from Real Life. The disc in the middle of the room was also from the library in town, oak brown with a black plate on top in a curved form went towards the entrance. The entrance was a fancy double glass-door. It had kind of a "light" atmosphere. I was soon getting out of there and starting to feel more confident.
Before I talked to librarian I glimpsed a TV hanging on the wall next to the left door. The librarian, and now my friends A. and M., was also watching. My companions, subtract the librarian, didn't pay as much attention to it as I did. It was a news report.
On the screen there was a young dark male in a dark green bobble-vest. He was running, plowing trough the impulsive and officious reporters. He pushed away a black camera in pointed towards him, and a voice came on. It was the anchor on the channel, talking about "Idealistic terrorists on the loose. They are teenagers and are very idealistic".. or something. O, jeez z__z .. I think the news in my dream might have been a clip from a RL memory from the riots in London on the news channel.
"Oh my." the librarian mumbled.
I looked at her, and the book in my hand was just seconds away from being handed over when the teenagers bursts through the glass in the doors. Although there wasn't any shattering or scrapes on their faces as the group gathered in the room staring determined on us. I barely had the change to act at all before they pointed their millitary guns at us and shouting us to leave the room and enter the little door on another wall of the room.
"They want to isolate you!" I heard the librarian gasp terrified before we were all ripped away from her and enclosed in a small, green-walled room. I knew that this must be some sort of experiment. My friends knew no escape, but I had the escape in my mind.
They sat hopeless at the end of the rectangular room when I showed them how we could climb out somehow and jump over a fence with a hedge. A. did it nicely, but M. needed a little instruction. But we made it out and that's the important part.

I was sitting in and open back container--thing of a trailer. My feet was dangling over the edge and I was "focusing"* on counting my fingers on the right hand. *I'm a total cloudhead during my dreams.
I was counting them, as I said, and sometimes I counted two lesser, and sometimes two more, but I didn't seem to notice, because the counting didn't "count" when I was in wake state (IRL; Dream), and I was saving the REAL counting for when I was in a dream again... Why..?

This was a very vivid dream, and I remembered a huge part of it, possibly caused by the HILD technique (uses a mantra, only during self-hypnosis)
This post is very messy, so my apologies, but I'm not gonna straighten it up.

1: I was playing with Ernie from Sesame Street (!?) in my room. Mom encouraged my younger brother to do the same. (okeey..)
Afterwards, I apparently decided to take a stroll in my underwear, in the middle of the night. Acutally, I just went a few steps outside a door in my room (wich is pretty none-existant IRL) and started to bleed from my nose. To stop it I cuffed a fist snow into my face. The snow wasn't really cold, it never is in my dream. It had a cotton candy-like feel to it.
As I lifted my face, about to head back in, I saw a grey car park on the raod beaneath my yard.
That caused me to run inside, heart in my troat. Although I had little hope that anyone would take me seriously. I quickly slam my door shut and lock it. I dress, then hurries to dad, to tell him about the "robbers".
He doesn't take me seriously, as the old tale of dreams, that tells you that any thought, any excpectation you have, will inflict the situation.
What I do then, is run upstairs and spy on the car that waits on place, maybe for me to come out again, but after awhile they lose patience and gets lost.
As I am spying for cars, I see my neighbour, Erik, having guests; Sander, himself and Trygve steps out of the car. I think something like "Ah, NOW I understand why he is so friendly towards Trygve."
And in the darkness, I see headlights driving towards my house, down the road. It is the family car, bringing guests from the family and further (?).
There was a boy there, wich I have never encountered in RL as I can remember, but he has now shown up 3x times, as my "love interest.
*side track* First time (this was last year, I think) he showed up: A boy with blackish hair asked me on a date. I was hesitating, 'cause I love someone else.
Second time, I don't remember.
Third, in this dream. *end of side track*
We had a singing gruop. Black boy played guitar and we played along with him. We had a really good time, creating a comp song.
Afterwards, we had a fight and my sister made me preay for him even though. (With pray ''options'' like you have in some chat boxes.)
I even think he gave me flowers.
Next I had two friends over. We bought small wedding-ish cakes for each of us, 10dollars total, I had to pay two for mine. I chose not to have any toppings (nugathi, mayonese, creme ). They chose some topping.
Someone I know was watching us as we went out of the store, but we didn't mind.

.. I wish Sigurd was here.. with me, a little more. I want to smile with him..

1: I was tucking myself in, getting to bed. And I think I fell asleep as well, thus having a dream inside a dream.
In the dream-dream, I didn't know I was actually asleep :twice: and I dreamed that a boy came up to me and asked me on a date.
I answered him yes, I think, even though I really shouldn't have.

I were at some camp, Again.
And I found out that some guy, and a girl friend of his, not girlfriend) had taken some photos of me. That worried, and annoyed me.
Me and Lise, my friend went over to them. I asked him to borrow the camera.
"No! Why? You'll just take it." He said irritated
"No." I started convincing "Of course I won't. I'll use it on shopping!"
"You'll just delete the pictures."
"No." I lied, "of course not. Just give me the camera, please?"
And that was what it took to get the little compact grey camera that may or may not have been digital.
I went down to a clothes department, Cubus-ish I think, except I had never been there before. Lise were with me. To play out the "faking" I looked at some T-shirts along a wall. Then I lifted the camera to look through the pictures. I showed Lise.
The little camera showed 5-6 miniature images of an unknowing little me walking around, standing around, sitting around.
So I decided to delete them. I was worried that Sim. and Mal. (owners of stupid camera) would come down to check up on what we were doing. And just then they did. And that pushed me into a sudden hurry.
I rotated the camera in my hands, and pressed a Menu button. A little grey menu on the right side showed up, but none of the three alternatives contained "trash bin". I lifted the camera feeling like a trapped mouse, looked beneath it, and all that was was little grey buttons. Agh!
Sim. and Mal. were getting closer.
"I told you." "What are you doing? Deleting the photos." "Give me the camera now!"
"No.!" I said, rejecting to hand it over.
Looking for a gap in their defense, and finding it, I leaped between them, avoiding contact with their bodies. I think Sim. had reached out for me, but missed way far off.
I had managed to push out of the door when they got themselves together enough to follow me. I didn't have much of a headstart though.
My heart was beating quickly and something similar to adrenaline started spreading trough me. I think I might have run over parked cars beside the sidewalk.
Then the dream ended.

1: "Lucid" (non-lucid) dream, trapped in a dream X The Hunger Games influenced set up
First, I'm having a "lucid" dream, where I am not lucid at all, it is just my subconscious mind tricking me into believing. I do what it is most likely I would have done during a lucid. I am standing in front of a double window, I smash it with my hand and leap out of there. In the dream, I am thinking of unfurling my wings, and call for Warren from X-MEN to learn me how to fly. But, then of course, I fall down, thinking this won't work. And then I start strolling down the street, towards a nice red-brown cafe at the corner of the street. It has wooden panels and glass plate-windows.
I "wake" up.
I am in my bed, laying up at night, hoping for a lucid dream again. My room is almost pitch black, but I can still see. The contrasts are unusually bright, all I can see is bright white light crashing with black shadows.
I am afraid, curled up on my bed, waiting to fall asleep into the lucid-world.
There is a storm, and it is raging inside my room. Things are flying uncontrollably around, the computer screen on a desk in the middle of my room blows open, showing bright lights off into the darkness and the curtains on the left side of my second window is pushed aside, reveling a bright white glow from outside my window. It is like a nightmare. I can't fall asleep. I am afraid someone scary and nightmare-ish will enter the stage.
After a while, a woman enters the room, after a while. The storm quiets, and she has a flock of other teens following her. I think she represents Anne, from Maximum Ride: School's out forever. (currently reading)
She takes the computer away and we leave the room. Then we walk down a hall and she has a safe atmosphere surrounding her.
Next, I am in a lucid dream again. I count my fingers and all, and have an unusual amount of them (ten once! New record) but I don't become lucid as it is part of the dream that I will become "lucid" and take "lucid" choices.
And now I am in the cafe. There are mainly girls there, laughing and everything. There is one waiter and he is a blonde man. I went over to talk to him, as all the others in the cafe was busily talking to each other.
Just as we enter a conversation, I don't remember much what we said, he crumples into this; http://www.mommyniri.com/wp-content/...lectionRex.jpg , and turns black-white.
A teacher from my school (IRL he is a copy of the headhunter-principal from School (the normal kind) in Maximum Ride: School's out forever.)
He tells me he that he have had enough of this nonsense, switching in and out of dreams and reality, and falling asleep all the time.
And I understood that he was in control of the dream from now on.
And he's trapping us (me and some other children that goes to my school, on my age) in a dream.
The next thing I remember is being inside a P.E. -ish hall, in half the size. At the left side, there is benches and carpets spread along the floor. And on the right side, kinda backstage-ish there is hung an green overhang and behind there is spread different weapons and sticks - knifes, bows and arrows, maybe ropes, sharp metal.
Me and E. trots over to the weapons, along with some other kids. The rest hurries to the benches.
I realize that I might need something to defend myself with, and perhaps my territory.
I tell E. he might need a bow. I already have one, from before (somehow). When the place is cleared for weapons, I have taken a knife and some arrows, I do an overlook and find an extra set of arrows for my bow.
When I round the overhang, I see that people have already gathered in groups, survival-team-ish, behind gathered benches. Making their own territories and improvised fortresses. I join a group that welcomed me warmly, as I had belonged with them from the start. That is my only way of saying it.
Kim is there. I think. And E. And some more, I didn't really notice. In the dream, it was people I trusted and that would manage.
People had gathered carpets to cover up their flipped over benches. I helped my team set up what they had, and copied a team on the opposite corner of ours.
The mad (mad. As in ko-ko) teacher was watching us.
I don't know if I was getting ready to aim my bow at somebody.

The End.

I tried to WILD in the morning, and ended up with knitting the dreams together using DEILD, I guess, so in all, I could say I had one, long WILD, or three DEILD, I dunno what is the correct one.
WILD:1
DILD:2
Quite aware, quite good dream quality, but not that much control.
Lucid Non-lucid

1: Non lucid
I remember having a fight with AyakoX, and that I had put a whole bike into my backpack.
We were fighting about some drawing stuff, and drawing tablet, and throughout the dream I was really annoyed with her. We didn't really fight very openly with each other, there were more like coldness, anger and darkness in the air. I was from time to time considering packing out my bike and bicycling home. (IRL I am considering getting my bike out of the garage and use it going to school)

2: Lucid yay!
I remember being at a public toilet or something, and a girl named Kristine was a working as a cleaning lady (I don't know whats the word for it in english ).
As we were about to pass each other, she said to me in a conversational tone "It is so annoying that my friends keep falling-out all the time!" falling-out as in waking up from a shared dream, losing connection with each other.
I thought for a bit "So this is a dream?"
She paused a second, then, in a dumb tone "N-o-..."
I realized that this was all a dream, and I found it kinda funny. At some point during the conversation, the scene had changed into an odd version of my house. Kris and me was standing on the gray-carpeted stairs, and my mother was watching me.
I went over to her, and she had sat down in a group of chairs in the living room, together with some tea-party-ish people.
"There will be consequences in the real world, for what you do here." she said in an intelligent, conscious tone, creeping me out. Was she gonna guard my every step? ugh.. And another thing that rose in my mind, what if she was actually in this dream as well, not just any dream character? (my lucid self isn't very doubtful, obviously..) I thought it must be impossible, but I left the option open.

I started to wake up, but tried not opening my eyes, and soon entered the dream in the same environment again. I was no longer lucid.
2: There was a giant bird outside my window, kind off like a dodo bird.



It was flapping the wings crazily, it's heavy body bumping against the glass. It was clearly confused and panicked. My little brother, U., entered the living room. It looked as if the shadow of the bird was chasing him. I thought it was, and U. ran around, escaping the bird that was this flapping against the glass outside.
"Is the bird inside?" I asked my mother
"No, it is outside." she said, and I felt safe again. Then I think I counted my fingers, and got a "Ha Ha" feeling. I looked at my mother, and the bird. Had I been more creative, I should have talked to the bird or had him/her as a flying pet or something. Now it seems kinda mean.
Instead I thought of what I wanted to do.. hmm.. I wanted to fly.. and I remembered a guy that added "to go public nude" in his list (I didn't do that one d: )

Instead I went trough the window, flapping my arms to fly. It is much easier to fly when you jump of something off the ground, like a window or a roof, but I still sucked. I managed, but didn't manage good, in other words.

Outside my house, it was a large, empty stone-grey area, with small walls at the edges. I realized I wasn't in my neighborhood.
I wanted to find a big city, like New York, with lots of people in it. I saw a small, grey stone house. As I went toward it I remembered to rub my hands, on the move. And to try spinning to change the scenery. The scenery didn't change, and I hadn't really believed it to either.

Instead I went towards the door on the little grey stone house. It was nearby, so I just walked there. The door had glass windows, so the opening-to-find-New-York didn't really work out. Instead I went into the little grey house. It was empty, with shattered glass set up against some of the walls. On the other side of the little room, two meters away, was I tiny-miny door, at little larger than an A5 paper. It was pinkish.

I remembered seeing the door before, and wondered what was actually behind it in my memory. I didn't recall, and was glad, since that meant I wouldn't except anything from before. I tried imagining New-York at the end of the door, and grabbed the tiny handle to open it.

I thought something like this; uuuh, that's a small door. How do I get trough there? But since this is a dream it should be quite possible..
I tried tucking a finger in, and my right foot.
And just before I entered the door, I remembered what was actually behind; a garden with four-colored grass (God knows where I had that from) and then I suddenly had gotten inside and found myself in a four-colored empty garden.



I don't remember going outside, but then I was outside again.. I thought of what kind off places there were people at.. A mall!
"Build mall!" I shouted in the air, deciding to try a new technique. "Mall! Build!" .. nothing happened, and I was still standing a the big grey lot.
I hopped of a fence and started flying, flapping my arms in belief that I was flying. And to my pleasant surprise I could see heading for the grey field in the distance, coming for my rescue. Coming to build my mall.

And before I even knew it, I was standing between shelves with magazines and food, and people passing buy. A guy my class passed by, and as I turned I could see my mother passing at the other side of a shelve, giving me "the glance.." oh, jeez!! It was a dream, I didn't have to care about it at all.. So why did I!? Stupid waggling lucidity!

Deciding to do something else, I looked around. To my left there was a shelve of magazines. Wanting to take a memory home to real life, I memorized a random title of a magazine with an anime boy with purple hair on the front page. The only letters on the front was "GANDI" in big, fat, white letters.
I thought it was odd, but decided to move on.

I grew tired of doing nothing in the mall, so I took flight and headed through the frontal glass wall on the large building. It was kind off hard for me to take of, as I hardly went more up than down between all the waving.

I flew away from the mall, watched it melt away in the distance, and played a little around in the air. It was not as demanding to do it once I was up in the air. Actually it was quite fun. It was lovely, great, feeling the air shift around you, swirling past as you fell and rose. It is totally recommended. At this time I started to wake up, but managed to tie the dream together again.

3: I was still flying, totally aware of my lucidity. There was coming ocean under me, it was a sea, or a river, and I wondered if I would suddenly fall and get stuck in there, but I discarded the idea as I knew I wouldn't fall, it was a dream.

I was planning to get to some specific people in my grade. I was headed one direction where I thought they might be on camp, but then I heard their voices a little to the east, and I headed there.



Then I woke up, and knew I wouldn't be able to sleep anymore. I felt refreshed and content

This is all a dream I had this night.
1: Smbdy had died and I was half human
Walking up the streets with A-T, not talking much.
"You know, I was glad it happened with you." I said, referring to her and the rest of the "flock"*, as in, her IRL friends. And saying that, I was actually subcon. quoting something she had said to me earlier IRL.
*False memory- Me and the rest of us, as in A-T and some of her friends, had been made into part human part dog, as in Maximum Ride where the characters are 2% avian.
change of scene
My friends and a couple o' their new friends were gathered at a kind of wood montage at a hill. We were mourning, especially me. I was not only mourning, inside me was a aching empty black hole, wondering how I could go on in life. If there ever was more for me. How could this be possible? It can't be possible. Please no.
Smbdy had died, *** had went gone. Gone. Maybe in a car crash or some accident. But it just couldn't be true.¨
A friend of mine, M., that has no real connection with smbdy ran off, up in a three. And I was the one to go after her. She cried, and it was something about boy she'd liked before, Choco we call him. And I had to bring her back up from her sobs, and to get together with the rest.
No one agonized with my pain, or even knew how much I was suffering.

Later in the dream, I was having a presentation before a gathering of my class. They were circled around me and the powerpoint. My teacher were writing notes on how good I did. The presentation was in aftermath.. There I stood, sobbing in my words, having nothin' to really come to say about it. It was tough.

2: Curling iron
My mommy had invented a curling iron, and she said that just one curl on one of the sides of the hair was just perfect. But that's what I already have, I thought.

3: E. and N. "Have a clue what I dreamt?"
Me and N. and E. (my old best friend) was standing in the end of the hall with wardrobes in my school. I lent towards the window. N. was standing to my right, seemingly behind a window, outside, yet I could hear him speaking. E. was standing on the other side of the entrance, in front of me.
I decided to test 'em a bit, I think.
"Have a clue what I have dreamt?" I mouthed, looking at N. in a side glance.
"Wha?" he asked, looking at me dumbly.
"Know what I dreamt?" E. said shortly. He had understood. I was not shocked, but a very lesser degree of it. More like accomplishment.

Okay, so I had many dreams this night. Glad I didn't forget 'em...
Two where fighting for my life, and two fragments of other stuff..



1: The dark wolf
I was in a desert, with a dog, a labrador retriever I think. There was some grass there, and a tower. I went up in that tower. And I think this is where fragment One belongs, but I'm not sure. I might aswell had started outside the tower and the desert, and then went in.
Cause remembering now, I went downwards.
There were kinds of birds there, that wanted to attack me. I think they were supposedly Zelda inspired, though I hadn't played it in a long time. They couldn't reach me as I went downward, as my dream-logic said that since they were birds they could not fly down.
When I got to the bottom of the tower, I stepped out in a patch of grass. The dream kinda led me forwards.
(memory;There had been somekind of time-lapse effect in the tower, so I had been in that exact time and place, and I knew that we had been attacked.)
We= a labrador, me, and possibly a werewolf (if that also weren't me)
A black wolf was attacking us. The lab and something important. But all in all I think it was after me.
The labrador came to my rescue as I struggled with the monstrous dark wolf. It had point fur, yellow, shiny round eyes, and long, white claws. The labrador came into the scene in a glorious, hero scene. It jumped on the back part of the wolf and bit. It left red, sore marks in a circle on the wolf's waistline. The wolf quickly shook the loyal dog of.
And then it came back on me. I remember seeing a brown male were-wolf with ripped pants and a four or six pack on it's stomach. It was human like, with hockey-hair in a darker more complete shade of brown.
I don't know if the were-wolf was me, some part of me say yes, some part says prob. not. I saw the wolf in a third person view, so maybe I had already lost the fight.
I am very certain, at least, that in some point in the fight, the wolf won.

2: The hall
I was in the hall. Maybe this was on the top of the tower. Maybe the tower was like a collection of dreams I was scheduled to enter this night
The hall was kind off set up like a mirror hall, just with no mirrors. The walls had golden list-work on the top and bottom. The floor were tiled, I think, but not white. The walls were beautiful, I think, the light and the setting
But that's not important.
My parents were kinda outside of the scene, but they were there, back a fence, as miniature figures in my vision.
A shadow figure is fighting me. I never get to see his face, once I see a glimpse of his hair, as if his shadow slipped for a moment. It is dark oak brown.
I am spawned behind a fence in the hall once, so that the fence was between me and him. I tried to get back to enter the intense fight again. For some reason I really felt like I HAD to fight him, that I must. I couldn't get past the little fence, as in a video game. Midna (from Zelda; Twilight Princess) appeared by my shoulder and teleported me back to him. Midna was like half the size of myself, and a little rounder.
And the fight went on.
In dreams, I usually go on unfrightened. But this one really scared me. Especially when the knifes was brought up, from a wase on a little table or something. He threw them at me, but I managed to duck, and I threw them at him. I think I might got hit by something once or twice during the dream, but didn't really recognize. At all times I was afraid that he would hit me, instead of me hitting him. I was afraid it would hurt, afraid he would win.
I shouted for help, and my mom and dad came after being confused for a bit. They seemed very distant, and un-understanding. They took some spoons and carried them outside of the scene again.
I ran and reached for some sharp knifes on the floor, and picked them up. Shadowman was after me, but I got up and spun a 180 before he could touch me. His final brick was laid when I threw them in his shoulder. They hung on in his flesh. I think there might have been four or five, even seven, sharp steel knifes in his left shoulder. . He didn't bleed. He didn't moan in agony, or scream as if in intense pain. He stood there, and lifted his right arm to reach them and drag them out. This was about the time I won, he died.

Short Dream 1: Party
My brother was going to a party in a trunk.
I didn't know why.
Also, outside my bedroom window, I could see a corner of a pool. Thats where the party was held.
I was held outside, as in, I weren't allowed to join.

Short Dream 2:Chocolate and Actor ranking.
Me and a friend (N.) was going down to a cafeteria at my school. N. was going to buy something, and I was going to buy another friend of mine (A.) chocolate. Me and N. went down. They sold converse shoes there, and I was determent to try some on.
We tried blue ones (the ones everyone have..) and it turned out I had bigger feet than him. I felt like I was really, chunky footed, .. And then we bought the food ad went outside the store.
After a while I discovered I was still wearing the blue converse. I was starting to panic. Didn't I buy them? I had no memory of buying those, almost not even being in the store. I checked my pocked to see if my 100dollar bill was still there, or if I'd used them on buying the shoes. They were still there. I checked if I was carrying a check-out note or something, but I couldn't find something. I was too embarassed to go back to the store (yep, u heard me) so I went home, confessing to family.
... At another scene with my friends we were walking down a road outside. A. said said that the teachers were ranking the actors for our school-play from 1-3. (as in 1 best, 3 worst)
"And what am I?" I asked, feeling like pushing it.
There was a short, but noticeable awkward hesitation among the gang.
"You, you're 4." said G.
ah.