24.11.2009Toy Ferrari (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I came into possession of an extremely fast miniture F1 car, a red Ferrari. I took it to the North coast of Northern Ireland with some friends, where I drove it around roads on the edge of cliffs. Everybody else had their own version, but mine was by far the fastest. I wasn't very good at controlling it though, and I ended up flipping it into a field. Some girl laughed at me, but I told her not to worry, "I think it will still work!" Unfortunately it didn't, and I had to push it for miles. I came off with some technical bullshit to explain why it didn't work, using jargon I can't even remember now!
23.11.2009MSN Messenger (DEILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID The DEILD worked, and I wound up in a darkened room with a laptop. I decided to go on MSN, just to see if I could. I haven't been on MSN in ages, and had almost forgotten what it looked like. My brain invented a program though. It was so realistic it almost fooled me into non-lucidity, but not quite. I thought back to myself lying in bed, and reasoned, "I have no waking memories after lying in bed, so presumably I'm still in bed and dreaming." Armed with that knowledge, I tried to talk to somebody. The detail in the program was incredible, down to the names of my contacts. They were all completely invented, I didn't know who any of them were, but I started typing to somebody anyway. I tried to type without looking at the keyboard, because I knew from experience that looking at the keyboard was a surefire way to screw up typing in dreams. I was actually doing well typing a couple of words, but then I had real trouble finding the "J" key. I looked down at a very distorted keyboard and placed my finger on the J. I looked back at the screen and pressed it. A "P" came up on screen. I knew I hadn't moved my finger because I had been able to feel the button the entire time, but when I looked back, it was in a totally different place. A while later, I was on Facebook, looking at photos. I had a bit of fun inserting myself into the scene shown in the photo. I imagined myself there, then, expanded the screen so it was all I could see. Then I was there. I did this for a few photos, and got annoyed at a redheaded girl I know for jumping about and screaming inanely for every photo. One photo I jumped into was of the top level of an open-topped bus. The bus was white, and it was filled with people I knew. It was driving around a caravan site, taking dangerously sharp turns. The driver must have been awful, because the side of the bus hit a pallet of red bricks, and the whole thing started bouncing and swaying out of control. It seemed the bus was top-heavy. The driver managed to get it under control. I looked back at an identical bus which was following us, to see that it was bouncing so much that people were being thrown out of their seats. Suddenly ours started to sway again, and tipped over. I clung on to the back of a seat and thought, "This is just plain dangerous!" As it was falling, I reminded myself that it was a dream and I was invincible. The part of the bus I was at crashed right through the wall of a caravan. My shoulder was the point of impact, but of course I was fine. I was kind of stuck behind the seat, but I looked down and to my delight, saw that a smoking barbecue was unharmed in the crash. I reached down and opened it up. There were chicken legs and ribs covered in BBQ sauce. I slipped out of the wreck and offered the food around.
23.11.2009The Terminal (WILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID The setting for this dream came straight from Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. I played the multiplayer level "Terminal" right before I went back to bed and it must have stuck. I was exploring the level in my socks. The floor was polished, so I was sliding along for long distances, almost as if I was wearing roller blades. In the next room I was about to enter, I saw some poeple I knew talking. I picked up a bouncy ball from a nearby counter and threw it in as hard as I could. It bounced all over the place, and everybody was like, "WTF??" Then I stepped into the room and threw another one, laughing. It was caught by a friend of mine, and we played a game where we bounced it off the wall to each other. Kind of like squash, but without rackets. When I was bored of that, I slid on to the next area. As I crossed the threshold, time froze in the room behind me. I almost expected it to happen, but was surprised it did. I came to a sports shop. Inside, people were trying on shoes and gear. I saw a girl I liked, so I sat down and tried on some shoes. Then a voice came over the tannoy, saying that the girl's flight was leaving. She walked out of the shop. I went after her saying, "You don't have to go, this is a dream!" but she went anyway. I was then offered a sweet by friend of mine who just arrived. I took a strawberry flavoured one. Here I woke up slightly. I got back into the dream by imagining myself on the ground outside, feeling the roughness of the concrete. I was annoyed at myself for letting the girl from earlier get away, and I thought it would be cool if girls started dropping out of the sky like ODST's. Suddenly they were. All around me, pods were landing, and naked girls were jumping out. One of them had a rocket launcher... for some reason. I woke up a bit again, and I felt that I was completely numb all over. My arms were in a bit of a weird position, so I moved them into a more comfortable one. I thought about going for a DEILD.
22.11.2009Held Prisoner in my Own Mind (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID So far in my lucidity-chasing, all my dreams have been quite light-hearted affairs, and I haven't had a nightmare in about four years. This one was different. I was actually trapped in a scary situation, with the full knowledge that I was dreaming, wanting to wake up. A bit of background. I'm hungover to the max today. Last night's binge would account for the tiredness and massive REM rebound I got as soon as I went to sleep in the evening. I was also maybe not in the most positive frame of mind, which could have been a factor in all this. I was sitting on a farm talking to my brothers. I saw smoke rising in the distance. After a while I could see flames. The fire was getting very high, and soon after, fire engines pulled up near me. I noticed one of the firefighters was my friend's dad, who I haven't seen for years. My mum pulled up, driving a minivan, packed with people I knew. She said everybody was going to visit somebody who lived near where the inferno was, to make sure she was ok. I got in too, and we drove off. The car was packed out with people, and it was a bit of a tight squeeze, but there were enough seats. Instead of driving towards the fire, which was up the hill a bit, we drove downhill, and ended up at a beach. My mum tried to drive up a sand dune unsuccessfully. Next thing I knew, I was out of the car, standing in the middle of the beach. The sun was setting, and the waves were quite high, but very far away. There was a vast expanse of flat beach between me and the water. I turned round to walk up the beach, but out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. A single wave, about 2 feet high was sweeping silently (and very quickly) up the beach towards me. I tried to outrun it, but it got me. It soaked my phone in my pocket. I recognised the dream sign, and became lucid. I marvelled at how real my cold and wet clothes felt now that the water had receeded. I then had the desire to get off the beach. There was something eerie about standing alone in the middle of such an enormous wide open space in semi-darkness. I'm not agoraphobic in real life, but something wasn't quite right here. I tried to run up to the top of the beach, but I realised I was running but not actually getting anywhere. This was a bit scary, and I just wanted to wake up. Then I had a false awakening. I was in my bed, and actually thought I had woken up. I was like, "Thank god that's over!" I looked down at my left hand and saw that it was glowing a purply-pink colour. "Shit," I thought. I got out of bed and wandered around to see where I was. I was in what looked like a big hotel room. Except there were no doors or windows, and the walls and floor were made of wood. There wasn't much light, but I could see black square panels around the room. I got a bit closer, and saw that they were holographic pictures. As in, if you moved, the picture changed. What was on them was pictures of my friends' heads. Their heads weren't quite solid, they were grey on a black background. As I moved across the room, they appeared to be shouting something at me quite desperately. I really didn't like this scenario at all. I went to look in a mirror out of curiosity. I was wearing my dressing gown in the mirror, and my hair was a lot shorter than it is now. I then had another false awakening. I looked at my hand, which had an indeterminate number of fingers. I was getting a bit worried now. I got out of bed and walked out into the room. There was some sort of gameshow going on in the middle. I didn't want to take part, but the host forced me to. Then I had ANOTHER false awakening. I was really relieved because I thought it was for real this time. I looked at my hand, and it didn't even look like a hand. This time, when I realised I was still dreaming, the music from The Twilight Zone played. Listen to this shit... This freaked me right out, and I started shouting things like "Wake up!" and just screaming in general. No such luck. Yet another FA. This time I was in my own room, trapped in my bed and unable to move. I could hear my mum outside the door. I yelled, "Wake me up! Get in here and wake me up!" She never did come in, and the Twilight Zone music played again. Another one. I was back in the windowless hotel room. There were two guys doing some measuring. I said, "Fuck this, I'm not playing the game any more," and decided to kill myself. Handily enough, a noose was hanging from the celing. I stood on a desk and put it round my neck. Yep, it's getting a bit heavy! As soon as I jumped off, the scene went into reverse. Everything literally rewound around me, and there was even a "rewinding" indicator at the bottom of my view. I had, maybe 15 false awakenings, and each time my hand was different. The Twilight Zone music played every time I looked at it. One time it was fat, then the hand of an old man, flashing psychadelically, missing altogether... the list goes on. One time it looked normal until I realised I was actually missing a finger. There was a stump. I nearly shat myself at the music that time. I became increasingly desperate, and even tried holding my breath, in case that meant I was actually holding my breath in real life, and I might wake myself up by nearly suffocating. It didn't work. Eventually, of course, I did wake up, only 2 or 3 hours after I went to bed. I very reluctantly checked my hand and it was fine. I ran straight out of my room and downstairs. I'm totally exhausted now, and maybe a bit afraid to go back to sleep! Also, still enormously hung over and it's killing me. I really hope I never have a repeat of that episode. Like being stuck in the matrix and not being able to find a fucking phone! EDIT: Had about 5 DILDs after that last night but each one of them caused a knee-jerk reaction of waking up instantly!
21.11.2009Punched in the face by Green Day (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I just remembered this. It must be the dream I slipped into after the last one. I was in the passenger seat of my dad's car and he was driving. We were on quite a long journey somewhere and I was very sleepy. I thought I might try to WILD in the car. (I wish this had worked and had made me lucid) I closed my eyes and imagined what things we were passing, just as a mental exercise to see if I got it right. When I openend my eyes much further down the road, I saw that I had estimated the distance travelled exactly right- we passed a blue petrol station just when I predicted we would. I lifted an ice lolly out of the back seat (I didn't wonder why it wasn't melted lol) and ate it slowly as the journey continued. My dad then took a wrong turn and we ended up in a cul-de-sac where we didn't need to be. I jumped in the back for more ice lollies. He and I somehow swapped seats, so I was in the driving seat and he in the passenger side. I didn't have a clue what I was doing and the car started to roll backwards. I was shitting a brick because I didn't even know which pedal the brake was. My dad managed to reach over with his foot and press it just before we crashed into a parked jeep. A little bit of time later, I was getting out of the car at a Green Day concert. I recently attended one and it was awesome! I was there with the same friend as I went to the real life concert with. We went inside and the concert began. We were in the standing area near the front. There was some sort of catering company setting up a buffet of different kinds of chicken. One of the caterers was standing right in front of us talking in an earpiece. He told me and my friend to shut up because he couldn't hear. I thought this was ridiculous, and said so. He said if I didn't shut up he'd get security to throw me out. I whispered something in my friend's ear and the guy said, "That's it, get out!" I told him where to go, and all of a sudden, we were having an argument about the types of chicken at the buffet! A few minutes later, Green Day left the stage with the concert unfinished. Everyone started to leave, very disappointed. On the way out, as a sort of apology, the three members of Green Day came out to autograph some stuff and get some pictures. I was first in line to Billie-Joe Armstrong, the lead singer. I asked if he would sign my ticket, and he was happy to. He got out a marker and wrote his name neatly, but very fast, as if he was testing how fast he could physically write. He wrote "Billie-Jo A" and kept missing the ticket when he tried to write "rmstrong". Instead, he said, "Fuck it!" and slapped me in the face as he handed back the ticket. The way he did it was intended to be friendly, but it was the strength of a full force punch! One of my teeth was loose! When I told people about it on the way back to the car, they were actually jealous that he had punched me and not them!
21.11.2009Nowhere Man (WBTB) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was still sleepy after the last WILD, so I went back to bed with the intention of actually sleeping, you know, for energy and such... lol I got into another LD without much waiting about this time. I was in the upstairs of what looked like a cross between an office building and university halls of residence. I went into the living room, where there were two pink setees, a neon green rug, and an old-fashioned TV. On one of the settees was a girl I know (fit). There was a woman on her left (who might have been Cheryl Cole!) and a guy on her right, but I ignored them and we got it on. I have a little bit of missing time, but later on, I was wandering the corridors with the music of "Nowhere Man" by the Beatles playing at an ambient volume. I lay down in the middle of the floor and tried to go to sleep. I'm not sure why I did this, but I was definately still lucid. I know because I wondered what would happen if somebody found me lying here the next morning, but I remembered that was impossible. I then had a false awakening in a bed in the same building. When I woke up I honestly believed I had been sleeping there, but a cynical part of me thought "Bollocks, no way..." I did a reality check and sure enough, lots of fingers. I got up to find that everybody was out of their rooms and standing in the hall outside mine. I went out and saw they were all eating chocolate fingers. I grabbed a couple and munched away. After this, the dream got very, very unstable, and I spent several minutes going in and out, and trying to integrate myself into different places. I eventually either woke up or fell into a non-lucid.
21.11.2009The Pink Panther (WBTB) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID This is the first time I've successfully WILDed!! As in, gone back to bed with the intention of entering a lucid dream, and actually managing it. Unfortunately it took me about an hour and a half after going back to bed before I finally cracked it. I had almost given up and was getting majorly uncomfortable, so I rolled over. I tried to let myself go to sleep normally, but retained just a tiny bit of awareness. I visualised, quite clearly, myself looking in the mirror. For some reason I was wearing my old school uniform. I tried to take it off, starting with the tie, then the blazer. The blazer is a rough kind of wool and I paid attention to how it felt in my hands. About 2 seconds later I was dreaming. Needless to say, I was incredibly pleased after waiting so long. "Haha, jackpot!" I said. The song which most accurately summed up how I was feeling then was the Pink Panther theme, so I had it play as I swung my blazer around and danced a bit. I noticed that I was in a supermarket full of people. I couldn't see anyone I knew, so I started walking around (to the beat) looking for something or someone. Along the way (in mid dance move), I glanced at my left hand and was pleased to see that I had about six fingers. This satisfied me greatly and I hummed along with the Pink Panther tune. Just for the sake of touching stuff, I picked up what seemed to be a small rubber ring and squeezed it, before trying to drop kick it. Apparently my dream coordination is just as bad as in real life, because I scuffed it, and it only rolled away. I thought, "Thank god this is a dream, if I was strutting around this cockily in real life then missed a kick like that I'd have to go die in a hole with embarassment!" I woke up here. Tried to DEILD but no luck. I was kind of discouraged the past few days with lack of success, but at least I know I can actually WILD- I'm back on track! This was definitely one of my most vivid LD's, I'll have to practice this method.
I'm going to make a habit from now on to "question everything" and "feel everything" in my everyday life, see if that makes me have more lucid dreams. I figure, if I get in the habit of asking myself, "Is this real? How do I know?" it'll carry over into my dreams. DILD's here I come!
20.11.2009False Awakenings (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I tried to WILD in the morning- probably too late though, it was at the time I usually get up at. 1) False awakening in my own bed. I thought "God sake, it must be these earphones I've got in, keeping me awake." They were playing "Hey Jude" very loudly. I was reluctant to take them out and turn off the player because it would mean moving. I decided I had to in the end, because it would just go on to the next song. I couldn't figure out how to turn the device off. It was my brother's. I probably should have questioned this a bit more and become lucid, but no such luck. 2) False awakening in my own bed. There was commotion downstairs, as if one of my brothers had just come home from school. I drowsily got up and went down to investigate. My brother said he had been to some sort of presentation in a science museum about the solar system and other planets. He said that Princes William and Harry had been there, so it must have been a big deal. He showed me a model of a planet he had made while there. It was on orange superglued onto a slightly larger orange, but so tightly they loooked almost like one sphere. There was a little bit of missing time, and the next thing I remember was walking up to the off-license to buy some kind of drink. I then realised I didn't have my ID or money with me, but kept walking while I thought about what to do. In real life I would have immediately turned round and gone back to my house to get what I needed, and I should have questioned the fact that I pointlessly walked on for ages here.
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19.11.2009Lucid Fragment (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was hella-wasted last night so I barely dreamt- or I just can't remember dreaming much. I did have one dream for sure though, where I became lucid for an extended period of time. Suddenly I was lucid. I have no memory of the events preceeding this, but I was at the top of many flights of stairs. I hopped over the railing and fell down the space in the middle right to the bottom. A bit of bad recall here... I was in the house of someone I knew, but cannot now remember. I know that this person was male. I showed him some levitation, which I wasn't very good at, but he was impressed anyway. I realised I had been lucid for quite a while now, and as a mental exercise I tried to recall what led me to this place. i.e. my dream memory. I know I remembered how I got there, but I don't know what I remembered... if that makes any sense. EDIT: I just remembered more! In my friend's house, I did a reality check. I found I was able to put the fingers of my right hand through the palm of my left. Fascinating!
17.11.2009Time-Travelling Assassin (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID This dream took place, maybe 50 years in the future, judging by the technology in the cars. I was chasing a girl who had information I needed. I followed her down a winding mountain road with very long corners. I had to do some drifting in my car, but this was no problem as the car was controlled by all sorts of high-tech computers and could drift all day if it needed to. In the girl's car was another guy, who I think was japanese. I chased them to the very bottom of the mountain, and into a barley field. She finally admitted defeat and stopped in a clear patch to see what I actually wanted. I pulled up alongside and asked her a question about the future. I can't remember what it was exactly, only that it involved war in some way. She immediately got very cagey and paranoid. Then a voice from her car's computer said, "Analysing vehicle... This car is unregistered and is therefore illegal." (Talking about mine) I explained that I had brought the car back with me from the future and it was important to me. The girl refused point blank to answer my question, but hinted that a certain woman was the only one who could. She sped off back up the hill so fast (using nitro) that her un-seatbelted companion was thrown backwards out of the car. (It was a convertible) I offered him a ride, since I planned to follow her anyway. I explained my predicament to the japanese guy on the way up the hill, and he gladly cooperated. He told me that this "crazy cat lady" as he called her, could answer my questions, and that the girl I had just met was more than likely on her way to see her right now. He gave me directions to the housing development where she lived. On the way, he phoned the girl in the other car, but so as not to make her more paranoid, said only that I had offered him a lift, and he had accepted. I got out of the car at a road on the edge of the general area where my companion told me the woman lived. I suddenly had the power to fly, but thought nothing of it. I floated over several identical white houses. They were all somewhere between wooden houses and trailer homes, and all had a small garden. Sometimes I would land and have a quick look around to see if this looked like the place I was after. I was able to tell by looking out for pet gravestones. I reasoned that if this woman was as into cats as the japanese guy had said, I would find some sort of evidence in the garden. About the tenth garden I landed in had no grass, just stones. I saw that there was an unmistakable cat gravestone in the middle, but a lot of dog crap around the garden. The japanese guy landed beside me and looked puzzled. Then an old woman of about 55 came out of the back door. He said, "That's her!" I went to approach her to ask my question, but was interrupted by the girl, who followed the woman out of the house. She was very angry at me for having followed her, but even angrier at her friend for helping me. She berated him for about 2 minutes, during which time I couldn't get a word in edgeways to speak to anyone. I entertained myself my doing flying pushups on the fence. My feet would levitate in the air directly above my head, and I would push myself up and down. Eventually they stopped arguing, and to my surprise, I was invited inside by the old woman. The girl and guy waited in the garden. It turned out she was definately more of a dog woman than a cat woman, I could smell dog in the house. I talked to her for a few minutes (I still can't remember what was so important) and she went to a cupboard and got out some parchment. It looked very old, but she said it was a newspaper from the future, during the war. She put it on a stand in the middle of the kitchen and squirted some kind of brown liquid on it. This made writing and pictures appear on the parchment, which had been almost blank before. I tried to read it, but then the woman's husband came in. He was japanese as well, and enormous. He was quite old, but looked like an ex-sumo wrestler or something. He was angry and afraid, and tried to destroy the parchment with the top of a broom handle. He said, "No! You can't read this! It says I become involved with warlords in the future! We shouldn't know things like this, I don't want to know!" I tried to stop him, but he was immensely strong. At this time the girl burst into the kitchen and grabbed the parchment. She threw it out into the back garden, looking as terrified as the huge man. I remembered reading something on the parchment, a poem, which included the line, "...the way out through a quick stone passage..." Suddenly the ground started to shake and the roof began to cave in. However, more than the roof was falling. It was as if the house was in a cave, and rocks were falling all around us. For an instant, there was only one safe way out of the house. So much rock had fallen that it created walls on either side of one single gap. I could only see the girl. I shouted, "Do you think this is the quick stone passage?" with a slight grin. She seemed to agree and we both charged down it while rocks fell around and behind us, filling the passage in. When we reached the front door, there was a sheer drop below, of thousands of feet. We dove head first off it without a second thought, a la Assassin's Creed. On the descent, I saw an opening in the ground below, shaped like an eagle. The girl saw it too, and we picked up incedible speed and flew right down it. I somehow knew then that there would be symbols for a male and female eagle for us to follow at the bottom. We landed in a giant underground lake, where we dove under. She saw an opening marked with what was unmistakably a female eagle, and I saw a male eagle marker pointing me deeper. The water was very dark and cold. When I got to a certain depth, the stone walls of the lake opened up into a much wider underwater cave. Unfortunately this is where I woke up.
17.11.2009Going To War (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID This one started at the lead up to the battle of Helm's Deep, from Lord of the Rings. I was Aragorn, doing that thing where he swings the kid's sword about. I swung it around very fast indeed, then gave it back to him and he did the same. I said, "That sword is good. Any sword which has seen the fires of the Second Age will be strong." Presumably this is something Aragorn would say, I can't make head nor tail of it. I went to the armory, where I picked up a large amount of plate armour. My helmet was stifling. It covered my entire face apart from two very small slits for eyeholes. I decided to keep it open until I saw the enemy. We then recieved the order to troop outside. My squad ran ahead of the rest, jumping over cordons and pushing past people to get to the front of the line. I soon found out the purpose of this was to be the first to the tanks. Yes, tanks. I simply followed the rest of them up a steep hill to where three bright yellow tanks were parked. Apparently all the vehicles, helicopters and artillery in this army were a kind of canary-yellow metal. The inside of the tank was just like the interior of a touring caravan. There wasn't much in the way of military controls- one driver, one gunner and several passengers. I was one of the passengers. A girl who was sitting opposite me on the corner settee asked if I'd ever read the works of the three ancient poets. I said I had, and promptly pulled out a book which contained translations of the plays and poems of three ancient Greek poets. One of them was Sophocles. I can't remember what the other two were. Our tank followed a convoy of vehicles out of the base, and spent a lot of time patrolling roads near my house. There were yellow battleships in every river and yellow trucks on every road, but no sign of the enemy. Suddenly, one of the tanks in front of us stopped, and a guy on a yellow moped dropped out the bottom. The tank drove on, but the guy on the bike had some difficulty starting his engine. He got it started just in time to avoid being flattened by an oncoming bus. I was bored of sitting in the tank, so I got on our tank's moped and dropped out. I found that it was pretty slow, and it was a lot of effort to keep up with the convoy, as they kept making unexpected turns. In the end, the enemy never did materialize.
16.11.2009The FACE (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID This was the creepy result of a false awakening and the position of a certain painting in my room. There is a painting of a cow on the wall opposite my bed, so I can see it when I lie on my back. This invaded my dreams. I had a false awakening in my own bed, and I looked at the wall opposite me. I saw that the painting on my wall was not a cow as I had always imagined, but a face in disguise. When I looked at the painting when I woke up, in semi-darkness, I could see where it might me mistaken for a scary face. In the light it's just a cow, and I can no longer make out a face other than the cow's. The face had come halfway out of the painting- its nose was about 3 inches from the canvas. It looked a bit like this, only scowling more. Even worse, it was alive. I was lying in bed and it started insulting me, telling me it had been watching me ever since the painting had been put there (over a year). It then proceeded to list off all my worst fears and telling me they were true, and laughing at me. It had a posh but gravelly English accent and a wheezy laugh/cackle. It was truly hideous. I decided enough was enough, I'm going to burn it. I knew there was a fire in the fireplace downstairs at the minute and I planned to stuff the painting in it. To shut him up I wrapped a brown towel round the whole painting and held his face to my chest. I was kind of worried about him biting me. Then I had another false awakening! This time the painting was actually of the pokemon Venonat.
Updated 11-04-2010 at 06:22 PM by 28344
16.11.2009Living in a Church (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID This dream had a pretty logical and coherent plot, but no real direction or point. A good read though. I was in some sort of underground facility. At least I thought it was a bunker or something but it turned out to be a department store with many, many floors and departments. I saw two girls from across the store, and I somehow knew I had to escape from them. I ran out to the stairs, from where I intended to go down as far as possible and hide. I had a kind of "dream memory", where I "remembered" a technique to getting down the stairs quickly. I held on to the bannister at the top of each section of stairs and threw myself over the steps down to the next level. That way, I didn't have to waste time taking steps individually. Every single level had signs saying what could be found there, but I can't remember what a single one said. I can almost visualise the sign I was looking for (which was on the lowest floor), but couldn't tell you what it said. I went through the door at the bottom floor and found myself in a big underground room. The ceiling was as high up as the top floor which I had just come from, and there were glass balconies and benches dotted around. The room was full of people who looked like they were preparing to go into hibernation. I got the impression it might have been coming up to Christmas, as people were selling decorations, and everybody was wrapped up in thick coats. They looked like a tribe of people who maybe live in the underground every winter. They all seemed to know each other. I passed through the room and glanced up to my left to see the two mysterious girls glaring down at me from one of the balconies. I picked up the pace and jogged through a stone archway which looked like the exit to the surface. On the way I found some strange coins in my pocket which I didn't recognise, but they seemed to be valuable because some kids ran up and asked me for one. I can't quite remember what happened next, but something definitely did lead on from the last section to the next. I had got myself a house. It was inside a very old limestone church, which was apparently attached to my school. The walls and ground outside were the kind of white/light yellow limestone rocks you find in the South of France. ^^ Imagine that scene, but with rocky ground outside and crumblier walls. There were small spaces between the bricks in the corners, and the only entrance which worked was around the back and quite inconvenient to get to. Inside, there was quite a lot of space. My bed was in the middle of a large room, and was almost vertical for some reason. I would have had to strap myself into it to avoid slipping out the bottom. The ground inside was bare and rocky, much like the outside, and there were a few weeds. The interior layout was "open plan"- most of the walls had fallen down. The living room had a stone bench carved out of the wall with a blue matress on top as a cushion. This also doubled as a bed. The kitchen had a similar bench/bed. Three of my friends who I hadn't seen in ages came to visit. One of them I don't really like, and I was kind of annoyed that he turned up unannounced. We ended up having a really random conversation where he told me how terrified he was of big dogs, specifically Alsatians (German Shepherd). He kept repeating "Alsatians" over and over and shuddering. We decided to go somewhere, might have been into town, but I missed the taxi the rest of them got in, so I started to walk. It was raining heavily and I became very unstable. It was like I was drunk, stumbling around and having difficulty staying upright. I eventually got back to my new house, where it was hot and sunny. I was with my brother for some reason. I spotted a quick way round the back of the church, through a trench with builders working on it. There was a black, barbed wire fence running along the sides of the trench, and large amounts of it on the ground. It was here that I realised I was not wearing any socks or shoes, or a t-shirt. Suddenly my brother went berzerk, and attacked me with a length of barbed wire. I fought him off, and ended up with lots of quite deep gashes in my back and chest. Strangely, there was no blood, just deep wounds. I probably should have got this dream sign... The police and ambulance arrived, and a nurse examined my wounds. I was still holding a piece of barbed wire for self defense. My brother then stepped quickly over to me and cut a gash in his own neck using my piece of wire, to try and incriminate me. I said to the police guy, "What the hell?! Tell me you saw that!" He grunted and wrote something down in his notebook.
16.11.2009WILD Attempt 2 (WILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I woke up at 6am to try a WILD, and had a little more success than last time. I had a false awakening in my old house. It was nearly completely dark but I knew where I was because of the position of the bed against the wall and facing away from the window. Oddly, it wasn't this that told me I was lucid. I checked my hands and had no idea how many fingers I had. The dream wasn't very stable, so I decided to shout "Stabilise!" -They say that works! It probably would have worked, but I don't think my body was relaxed enough and I woke up for real.
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