J.D.

28.01.2010

Forgotten DEILD (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

this morning, I remember doing a DEILD. However, I can't remember the dream itself! I was lying on my left side, visualising a dreamscape I had just left- a grassy gnoll near my dad's house.

I was comfortably in the stage where I was actually "seeing" the scene rather than just imagining it, and I thought to myself,
"Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about," before my memory goes blank.


Warning: tangent...

This got me thinking about how the brain creates our reality. Now I'm no neuroscientist, but that doesn't stop me hypothesizing! When we see things, sensory information is sent from the eye to the brain, where the brain processes it all, allowing us to "see". But when we are recieving little/no sensory input (ie during sleep), surely the brain can still do its processing? In fact, I think the senses are not completely essential for the creation of a reality by the brain. When I was trying to DEILD, it felt like I was "seeing". Of course, my real eyes weren't involved at all, the scene was created from my imagination. The brain will still be firing the same neurons, doing the same processing as it would if it was getting the input from my eyes rather than my imagination. I highly doubt this is making any sense at all, hopefully someone knows what I'm getting at, even if I can't word it...

I guess my concluding thought would be: how different are dreams from reality? A quotation from Morpheus springs to mind,
"If real is what you can feel, smell, taste and see, then 'real' is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain."

27.01.2010

Riding the SP Train... and sex (WBTB)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My bedroom was freezing cold this morning, so I wore pyjamas and a dressing gown and wrapped myself up like a sausage roll in extra blankets.

It couldn't have taken me more than 15 minutes to get to a SP stage. Nearly right away, it felt like my torso was rising out of my body to the right. It felt bizzare. I then had the sensation of rolling to the right. I expected to hit my desk, but no such impact came, and I laughed (more of a squeak) because it was so fun. Thinking about it, I don't know if the laugh was real, or I laughed when already in a dream, it's hard to make distinctions in that state.

I sat up to find myself in an old four-poster bed. The frame and posts were very dark wood, and contrasted greatly with the bright white bedsheets. Down at the other end of the bed was a girl. I think I knew her, but I straight up can't remember who she was. We had sex anyway. Halfway through, she changed into a girl I know called Emma.

One of the times when I closed my eyes without thinking, opened them to find myself in a swirling blackness. A song started to play. It was "Battlefield" by Jordin Sparks, quite a catchy song. The next place I ended up was a restaurant/bar/supermarket. There were small circular tables in booths at one side of the room, and a grocery section at the other. My memory of this part is hazy, I think I started talking to a bouncer. Soon the swirling black descended again, and the music returned. It was blasting the chorus now, absolutely roaring - like when you have headphones turned all the way to the max. My thoughts turned to where I was going next. I remembered the task of the month, which was to have a glass of champagne, so I concentrated on going back to that bar/supermarket. I was there almost right away, and I wasted no time in dashing into the drink section, uncorking a bottle of champagne with my teeth and pouring a glass. I reached into the back of a shelf and pulled out a plastic champagne glass. I drank it in two gulps, noting that it had no real taste, then tried to drain the bottle. Unfortunately, as I closed my eyes I had a (possibly false) awakening.



I honestly don't know for sure if I woke up, but I'm pretty sure it was the real deal, as I felt real tiredness. I closed my eyes again and SP came on in no more than 30 seconds. It felt like I was rocking from side to side, so I opened my eyes a crack and saw the celing. After I closed them again, I began to spin rapidly to my right. It was like being on the end of a giant drill.

I was standing in the street where I used to live with my friend Hugh. It was a bright sunny day and I was wearing a yellow t-shirt. Hugh said something I didn't understand, so I replied with,
"This is a dream, weird eh?" He looked at me suspiciously, so to prove to him the nature of this reality, I took a running jump off a kerb. I sailed down the street a bit, and when I landed, I intentionally slid along the ground as if I was wearing roller blades. In real life I used to roller blade there all the time, but I was never very good. I snaked back up the street toward him, doing jumps and spins whenever possible.

As I got closer, I saw a girl in the distance on a bicycle. I recognised her as a friend-of-a-friend from university. I slipped and fell on my front, and by the time I stood up again, I had ripped off all my clothes. She led me into a field and we got in on in the open air.

EDIT: I remember having a few more FAs, where I looked at my hand. One time I had no fingers at all!

27.01.2010

Missed Opportunity! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream was long and detailed, but I don't have a lot of time, so I can't write it all out. One part which stood out for me was the most ridiculous way I've missed becoming lucid ever.


Idiot

My dad was giving me a lift to my friend Hugh's house, which is about a 15 minute drive away. He somehow got there after 30 seconds, having only turned two corners and gone via a town 60 miles away. Later in the dream, I was telling some friends about the ride,
"It was amazing, like magic or something!" I laughed. My own stupidity astounds me...

25.01.2010

30-Seconder (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I've been going through a mega dry spell lately, so today I decided to kick-start myself and get up way earlier than usual. I went back to bed at about 12:30pm for a WILD.

I lay on my back for a long while, I couldn't tell how long, then switched to my left side which was much more comfortable and conducive to sleep.

I eventually had a hazy FA, as if I had been sleeping with my head in my hands on a stool in my bodroom. My mum called me from downstairs and asked if I would come down. What struck me as weird was her saying,
"Don't worry, send me a message if you're close to getting into a dream!" This would of course be impossible, so I looked at my hand to see about seven fingers. I was ecstatic to have broken my dry spell. The clarity wasn't great, and for some reason my body was stuck in the same fetal position I had fallen asleep in. I tried to stand up straight but fell over to my left onto a TV which isn't usually there. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine being somewhere else. Something I always worry about when closing my eyes in a dream is that it seems too close to having my real eyes closed in bed and it might remind me of my actual body, thus waking me up.

I had a FA where I was half-asleep. I thought it might have been for real, but when I moved my leg, it seemed to be on top of my desk, moving items and loose change around. This would have meant that I had my head at the other end of the bed, so I recognised it as a dream. I woke up soon after from thinking about my real body too much.

EDIT: 50th LD!

23.01.2010

American Football (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I found myself in a huge changing room full of guys putting on all the padding and stuff they wear for American Football. Suddenly, the gear was being forced on me by somebody. I protested that I would get snapped like a twig (I'm a lanky fellow) in any contact sport, but they didn't listen. The stuff I put on was a lot more like ice-hockey gear than I expected- there was extensive leg padding.



Soon, the entire team lined up in front of the changing room doors, and filed through into what appeared to be a hall in a leisure centre. I had been expecting a stadium, or at least a field, but there was just a wooden floor and a really high celing. Somebody took out a ball and started throwing it about. An improvised game developed, where whoever had the ball was mauled by everyone around him, unless he could pass the ball to somebody else. I could barely see what was going on due to the helmet, and my mobility was so bad because of the padding that when the ball came to me, it was like being hit by like six trucks from all directions. This happened a few times before I realised I wasn't actually getting hurt, or even feeling any pain. The old me might have become lucid here, but I'm out of practice! I became more confident, and called out for the ball whenever I could. I knew in my head when somebody was about to pass to me, and knew that I would be able to pull off some great skill from now on. It was a strange sort of knowledge, like I knew the story of this dream (say I had read it before or something), and now I was just acting it out. One throw which came to me, I caught behind my back and threw it on before anyone realised what was happening. Good times.

Later on in the dream, we folded away one of the hall's walls to combine it with a neighboring hall and make one giant room. The other hall had previously been used as a supermarket for some reason, but the only section left was the drink section. I slid around (the floor was really smooth) and picked up a pack of Budweiser. I don't think I ever got a chance to drink it though.

23.01.2010

Rihanna Plays Halo 2 (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID



I was in my old caravan, playing Halo 2 on my old Xbox. My brothers were sitting around me. Althought I can barely remember Halo 2, my mind recreated it quite faithfully. It was definately a bit harder to play than its sequel. I was pwning away, when I looked to my right to see Rihanna walking up the steps and into the caravan. I greeted her and asked if she wanted to join in. If I had been lucid, my offer would have been very different! lol She sat down and took a spare controller.

The next thing I knew, hordes of paparazzi were banging on the window, and a huge searchlight was glaring through the blinds. It was disrupting my view of the game, so I closed the curtains. Unfortunately it was so bright it even shone through that.

The next thing I remember, I was actually in the game, physically playing from first person perspective. I went in for a few melee attacks, and physically moved my own arm to do so. Since I had complete control over my own body, I was punching the other players much more accurately. I frequently went for the nose or groin for maximum ownage. Rihanna was playing shit.

21.01.2010

Stacey's Mom (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I've been way off my game lately, both in regard to journaling and lucid dreaming in general. An email I got today confirming the dispatch of my book got me back in the mood, so here I am!

I was upstairs on a double decker bus (dreamsign!) but I didn't become lucid right away. Some of my friends were sitting around in seats in front of me, and there was music playing. I can't remember the song, but it was definately in the genre of "Rock". The bus took a sharp turn onto a steep hill and picked up speed. Looking out the big window at the front, I was reminded of a dream I had a few nights ago, where I was riding a charging buffalo. It went insanely fast, and I noted that I had the same perception of excessive speed right now as I had then. As the bus went even faster, the top deck swayed a bit, and I began to question reality. I was lucid, but I felt like I wasn't lucid enough. Like I wasn't completely "there". To reinforce myself, I did the hand reality check, but it didn't have the usual effect of surprising me into consciousness. It was a strange state of mind, to know that this wasn't real, but not being able to bring my waking mind to operational level in the dream. I suppose I'm out of practice. The song that had been playing went into a lower-intensity section, where just the main beat could be heard. I noticed that the beat could be used to exactly fit in the intro from "Stacey's Mom", by Fountains of Wayne. You know that part at the start where it just repeats, "Stacey's mom, has got it goin' on". I started singing it, and the whole bus picked it up and sang along. I made a mental note to see if such a mix existed in real life and download it, but when I remembered about the dream later in the day, I couldn't figure out what the original song had been.

11.01.2010

Floating on Air (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was an odd one. I'll say semi-lucid.

I had just "woken up" from a lucid dream. I can't remember if it was actually a lucid dream or my subconscious had just planted that in my mind to be part of the dream plot. Anyway, I woke up in a very modern, open-plan house. Most of the walls had huge windows in them, or were just made of glass. There was a garden with palm trees outside, and it was night time. I thought about what a sweet dream I had just finished, and thought about trying to carry over the ability of flight into the real world. I wandered throughout the downstairs of the house, up and down small steps, gliding and floating a bit. I thought it wasn't as good as I had been doing in the dream, but I was doing some definite levitation. Strange how this didn't turn me properly lucid!

09.01.2010

Wreaking General Havok (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

WILDed my ass off today! There were about ten to fifteen short LD's, where I accomplished some good stuff.

The first thing I remember is being in a situation I didn't want to be. I'm not quite sure what it was, but I thought about myself lying in bed for a second, then rolling to my right. I imagined that once I stopped rolling, I would be where I wanted to be. I rolled very fast, so fast I was rolling about three revolutions per second. When I stopped, I wasn't in the place I planned, but what looked like a fancy hotel restaurant. There was a bar, and lots of brown settees, where suited-up dudes sat around talking. I reckoned it was like a school formal. I looked down at myself, and found I too was wearing a suit. I levitated, and floated down some stairs to see what was going on in a certain seating area. I saw a group of people I know form school, and said hello. I made some brilliant double entendre to the good-looking girl among them and they all laughed. I sat down among them, and noticed that the good-looking girl had an exact clone sitting nearby. I mouthed the words,
"Thank you," at the sky and put my arms round them both. I was in mid sentence when an authoritarian-looking woman with short, black hair came along. She said,
"Any clones of normal people better get the hell out of here quick!" Then she peered round the room I was in. I stuffed the girl under my right arm under my seat and tried to look innocent. The woman's eyes passed over my position. When she had gone, I brought the girl out again.



I had lots of false awakenings in this dream that were all either in my house, or my dad's house, where I actually was. One time when I woke up in my dad's house, I decided to try one of my goals- "pull down a skyscraper with telekenisis". I knew there were no tall buildings anywhere near my dad's house, but I wanted a second opinion. So, I went to the top of the stairs, hopped off and glided to the bottom, stepping straight into the living room. My dad was watching TV. I sat down opposite him and asked,
"Do you know if there's any skyscrapers nearby?" He looked at me like I was insane, and everything faded.

During one false awakening, I'm sure I was able to tell what was on TV downstairs. I knew my youngest brother was watching the Disney Channel while I was asleep, and had I been awake, I could probably just about hear it from the bedroom. I heard what I deduced to be Hannah Montana on TV. In the dream, I went downstairs to have a look. When I looked at the TV, the sound of Hannah Montana continued, but the picture was showing something totally different. It looked like a kind of Asian festival in progress through some streets. The picture quality was poor, and it looked like an old home video.

In another FA, I was in my own house. I "woke up" on the settee in the living room, and went straight to the mirror above the fireplace to have a look at my reflection. It was basically normal, even when I remembered about last time when it turned horrible. There was a bit of distortion around my chin, but it wasn't far off what I actually look like. I thought for a second, and remembered another dream goal, which was to "wreak general havok". With that in mind, I ran full speed at the living room window, and did a headbutt-dive through it, out into the street. I flew quickly down the street, uprooting trees and snapping lampposts, then using the huge sticks of metal to demolish a house. For some reason an electricity box in the street caught my attention. I landed to look at the diagram pasted on its front. It seemed to be a blueprint for a Death Star-type installation. It was a spherical, planet-sized energy collector. Apparently, it was supposed to take in radiation from solar flares and use it for electricity and ammunition. It all made sense in the diagram, which I might draw.


Got this online. It's not what I saw, but the same idea.

I became kind of involved in this storyline. I saw some aliens in a lab inside the radiation collector. They were the "elders" of their civilisation. They kept repeating two words over and over. The first was the name of their species. It sounded like "Romanon". The second word, I can't remember, but it had a meaning of something between regret and humility. It might have begun with "m".

In another FA, I dreamt that I was woken up by a phonecall I was expecting at some stage that day. My mobile phone rang on the bedside table. It was Dave. I answered it, and placed it on the side of my head, so I wouldn't have to make any effort to hold it in position. I was vaguely murmuring replies to what Dave asked me, but I felt like I was dropping off. I then remembered I was meant to be talking on the phone, so I said,
"Sorry, are you still there?" Weirdly, I actually said this out loud, and it woke me up for real. I was confused for a second when I found I wasn't really on the phone.

08.01.2010

Memories? (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Last night I decided it might be cool to try and use lucid dreaming to access some old/forgotten memories, so I gave it a go this morning.

After a while of lying still and semi-dozing, I felt like my body was lifted and rolled to the right. At the time, I wasn't sure if it was a hallucination or my body was moving of its own accord, it was that realistic.

I found myself in some sort of theatre. There was a long brown leather setee running round the outside of the audience area, which served as the only seating for people watching the performance, which apparently hadn't started yet. I was sitting right in the middle of the setee. I looked up to my left and saw the actor David Jason sitting in a box. He wasn't old, but about the same age as he was in "Only Fools and Horses". On my right was my friend Hugh. I turned to him and asked,
"Can you remember as far back as P1?"
"Not really," he said.
"Well I'm trying to use this dream to see if those memories are still in my head. Any idea how to do that?" He looked thoughtful for a second, then the lights dimmed and a spotlight appeared on the stage.
"Oh it's starting!" he said, which kind of ended the conversation. I turned to the stage, leaned back and sighed.

No luck this time!

07.01.2010

Knocking on the Door (Strangely Precognitive) :O (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was having an extrememly lazy day with a huge lie-in. In early afternoon my mum came in and told me I would have to let her in when she got back (our front door is tempermental). I mumbled my assent and went back to sleep.

A while later, I was wandering around my old house, not doing anything in particular, when I heard the door knocking. I remembered what my mum had said earlier, but stayed asleep, assuming my brother was downstairs and he would get the door. The knocking continued, so I went to the door in my dream and opened it. No one was there. I looked round to the left of the door at the living room window. I saw my next-youngest brother peering in.
"Come inside," I said. He didn't seem to hear me, and kept looking at the window and door, thinking what to do. I decided I'd have to wake up and let in whoever was at my real door, as I could still hear knocking.

I went downstairs to find it was in fact the same brother I had dreamt about! Nice coincidence, what are the chances? I have three brothers, and I was expecting it to be my mum, but my dream showed me the real person. Well, one in four I suppose...

I've always thought (or at least hoped) that there were other possible levels of perception than the five senses - maybe only accessible through altered states of consciousness. Maybe an extension of awareness achieved through greater functioning of the five senses. Say for example, you could tell who was at the door based on tiny cause/effect actions started by that person, which eventually reach you. Maybe if you know them, the mind could fill in the blanks. Be it vibrations or whatever. But I'm getting totally off-topic, and of course this dream is in no way a suggestion that such abilities exist, just a fun coincidence! Interesting enough to make you think about it though.

06.01.2010

Practicing Control Over Objects (WBTB)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can really only remember the bare bones of this one.

Me and a couple of friends were in a car on a beach. It was a very small beach, basically a cove, with cliffs all round it and only one steep, rocky road leading down to it. We were standing around the car talking. It was night time, and I wanted more light. I started fiddling with various buttons and knobs inside the car, trying to make a light or torch appear. I had it in my head that if I expected something to happen, it would. So I opened hatches expecting them to reveal tiny lights etc. It worked a little bit- sometimes I would get a tiny LED light, but when I tried to make it brighter by flicking other switches, it would go out. I eventually managed to transform part of the dashboard into a bizzare torch, which looked like a metal detector used by airport security. Unfortunately it was shit.

I had two or three false awakenings in my own house, where I tried opening doors with the expectation that a certain hot girl would be on the other side. I visualised her quite clearly, then swung open the door, only to find an insane creation of my unfocused mind. It was an old lady with really long arms and huge glasses, wearing a really weird robe. I slammed the door on her and had another FA.



This one was really confusing. I had real difficulty distinguishing the dream from reality. I even told this to my brother, who was walking around the kitchen. I looked at myself in a mirror from a distance and I looked basically normal, and I had to keep looking at my hand (which was truly fucked) to remind myself I was dreaming. When I first "woke up", I exhaled for about 30 seconds again, like the last dream. I tried to not breathe in at all after this happened, but decided that probably wasn't the best idea! There was a song playing in the background. I'm almost sure it was King Hell's cover of "Hungry Like the Wolf".

At a few points in the dream I heard things from the waking world which nearly woke me up, but I rubbed and clapped my hands a few times to keep myself internally focused.

05.01.2010

Espionage, then minor wandering. (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was definitely my most successful WILD yet. I didn't get much sleep last night, so I went for an afternoon nap. I lay on my back with my arms by my sides, which is a really unnatural way for me to sleep, but I reckoned it was probably the best for dreamin'. After a very short time I got some serious SP and rolling sensations (for the 2nd time whoop!) and I ended up in an interesting dream.

I had unwittingly inserted myself into a vampire/werewolf story. I think this was brought on by watching Underworld the other day. I was a vampire, of course, and I was walking through a town centre with a couple of my vampire cronies and a werewolf, who had defected. (Apparently the vampires and werewolves were at war). I went along with the plot, which went on around me. It was night time, and the streets were very dark, apart from the orangey glow from some low streetlights. We were on our way to sneak into a werewolf meeting at a hotel. I could see the hotel coming up on the left. It had a distinctly more reddish glow than the rest of the area. The dude beside me said,
"I thought this place was closed this late on a Saturday?" and the werewolf replied,
"Not for us." Sure enough, there was light coming from the building, but only from one side door, which looked like the entrance to a very exclusive club. There were two huge bouncers outside in black suits. We paused at a set of benches out in the street to discuss our next move. The werewolf guy warned me that there would be a scanner inside, and that they were only letting in the most elite of werewolves.
"I'll probably be fine," I told him, with a dollop of arrogance. I left the others sitting on the benches, and walked confidently over to the door. It was only then I noticed I was wearing a very nice suit. I tugged the collar slightly as I walked straight between the bouncers. My swagger was so awesome they didn't even question me. Right inside, there was a thin corridor, only about 3 feet across. A couple of metres inside was a simple ID scanner, the kind they have in some airports, only without the face recognition part. There were two girls I know in front of me (I knew them to be vampires too at the time), and a female guard at the ID scanner. The two girls inserted their fake driver's lisences, and were rejected. A red light shone from above the scanner and a buzzer sounded. Instead of being chucked out, they were allowed to merely walk back outside. It was my turn. I reached in my pocket, and found my ID card I usually use. I reckoned it might work simply because it was actually a real ID, I hadn't bothered with a fake one like the girls before me. Although it did occur to me that they would realise I wasn't a werewolf and not let me in anyway. I inserted my card, but to my surprise, the light turned green and I heard a "ping!". I was in.


Not quite what I looked like as a vampire, but hey...

The female guard stepped aside and waved me onwards. The corridor opened up to normal size. It was very dark- I thought it might almost be so dark I'd lose my perception and wake up by accident, but I concentrated on the small lights shining up the walls at the celing and made them brighter, allowing me to see ok. On my left was a glass wall. On the other side, I could see a fancy restaurant, with all tables full. I reckoned that must be the werewolf meeting. On the other side of the corridor was an enormous elevator door. There were two pot plants on either side, and some people standing in front of it. I recognised one of them as my friend Sophie, who I hadn't seen in ages. I said hello enthusiastically and gave her a hug. My friend Pete was also there. I was pleased to see him too. The lift arrived and the doors opened. I was surprised at what I saw. The interior was about the size of my living room, and there were dozens of people sitting on settees and on the metal floor. It genuinely confused me, but I stepped on anyway. I sat down with Pete against the back of a setee. I caught the eye of a girl across the lift and smiled at her. I caught my reflection in the metal wall and noticed my vampire fangs.
"Shit," I thought. "Although I am really working these fangs!" I assumed I would now be mauled by the many werewolves around me, but no-one seemed to care. Instead, the girl smiled back, and I noticed she had fangs too. We crawled towards each other, cutting a path through the people sitting about, and she leapt on me. We got it on then and there, with at least 30 people watching. Good times.

I had a false awakening here. I "opened my eyes", and felt the dream zap away, and my vision of the vampire chick was sucked into the distance, replaced by the wall in my old bedroom. I thought,
"That was sweet!" and sighed. As I sighed, I let out a huge amount of air. I was exhaling for literally thirty seconds. During that time I took several small breaths, becuase I needed air. At the time I reasoned that I had been breathing so deeply while dreaming that my lungs had absorbed an excessive amount of air, which was just being released now. When I was finished, I got out of bed and walked towards the door, ready to go downstairs and see what everybody was up to in the real world. My left arm felt really strange, like it was pointing the wrong way or something, but I stretched and it seemed to fix itself. I reached for the door handle, and noticed that I felt a bit strange, like I wasn't quite sure if this was a dream or real life. My vision was a tiny bit fuzzy, and I thought this might be from just waking up, but I did the hand reality check anyway, and was astounded to see about seven fingers! I laughed to myself that I could be so stupid to have thought this was real- I was in my old house after all. As soon as I became lucid, I had a familiar feeling of being "trapped in the dream", which I only ever had once before, in my lucid nightmare where I kept having false awakenings. Waking up for real would've been fine, and a few seconds ago, I really thought I had. There was even a vague echo of The Twilight Zone music which tormented me last time. I resolved that I wasn't going to get into that mindset, and the music petered out. I was incredibly aware here. I was so switched on I found it hard to believe I could still be sleeping with my mind still at work. I walked over to the window. It was afternoon on a cloudy day. Climing through the bushes in my garden was some naked girl.
"Jackpot," I said, and punched the air. I opened the window, ready to climb out, but my three brothers came in. They were asking me something which I can't remember now, but everything seemed so real here that I had to do three reality checks in a row, just to make extra extra sure I was dreaming. I asked them who sent them, for some reason. The biggest brother replied,
"Christine." (she's my ex) I asked him,
"What, is she here?"
"Yeah, she's in the cupboard under the stairs," he said. I went downstairs to see if she was in fact hiding in my house, but there was no sign of her under the stairs. I went inside and hoked about a bit, but quickly became claustrophobic, so I left. I wandered into the living room, where we have a big mirror above the fireplace. I walked over, and saw my reflection. At first glance, it seemed basically normal with slightly longer hair. Then the title of a thread I had read on dreamviews earlier popped into my head. It was about looking in the mirror in dreams, and how something weird always happens. Right then, my reflected face distorted itself into a horrible, demonic visage. The skin darkened, the eyes went totally black, and my head grew horns. It laughed at me evily.
"Fuuuuck that," I said, and stared it out. The longer I stared the more benign and cartoon-ish it got, until the outlines of the main features looked very much like they were drawn by pencil. Satisfied, I turned away and went out into the hall.

About here I woke up. I was shocked to find that it had only been an hour exactly since I lay down in bed!

04.01.2010

Obstacle Course (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Me and a load of other people were being chased through an obstacle course by someone evil. (No idea who) I was behind a few people on a rope bridge, coming up to a wall which had a "rope net" draped over it. I kept telling them to hurry up, but they were intolerably slow. When we got to the rope wall, I pushed my way past those in front, and took a shortcut across the bottom.

The next stage was a very long slide. It was a tube going down in a spiral route, with a diameter of about 5m. There were dozens of other people sliding down as well. We weren't going very fast, and everyone was just lying back talking to each other. I noticed a girl I knew, who was slowly passing me. We had an interesting conversation which I now can't remember.

04.01.2010

Swooping and Swimming (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm not sure whether to say this was a DILD or non-lucid. I kind of knew it was a dream, and I did a lot of cool stuff, but I wouldn't say I was really I, if you know what I mean.

I was in my old house, in the early hours of the morning. It might have been around 4 or 5 am. Still dark anyway. I looked out my bedroom window to see that my dad was driving off. He went out the bottom of the driveway and took a right. I climbed out my window and jumped off the roof to fly after him. I had the same kind of flight ability as I usually have, which is like that of a paper aeroplane- mainly just a glide. I wasn't quite catching up, so I tried skating on the ground, which was icy. I had a good thing going, as I skate-glided behind my dad's car. I was feeling confident so I leapt up in the air. I soared about the height of four houses and got that familiar "shitI'mfalling" sensation in my stomach after reaching the peak. I landed farther up the road, behind a chain of cars driving ridiculously slowly. There were a few people walking along the footpath to my left, so I joined them. We walked for a good while, and every now and then I would swoop out onto the road and glide over a few cars. I found I could fly a lot better when the wind was coming from behind me. When it was against me, I made my arms into a streamlined shape in front of me and I could cut through it.

It was getting closer and closer to daylight as I glided along the road, and before I knew it, it was morning and I was at my old school. It had been turned into a leisure centre. I jumped onto the rear bumper of a car and rode in. I passed a fantastic swimming pool which had massive slides, a glass roof over half of it, and enormous brown statues down the other end. The next thing I knew, I was in the pool. I was floating on my back, looking up at the glass roof, and imagined it moving up and down. Then it did. I found I could make things happen around me with very little effort. Strangely, this was the part of the dream where I was the least lucid. The other people in the pool were getting annoyed at me. I told them it wasn't my fault, I couldn't help it, but they didn't listen and kept shouting at me. Becuase I was pissed now, I made a huge statue come to life and roar at them. Its head was hundreds of metres above the pool, staring down. I concentrated on it, it shook off a bit off dust, then its eyes glowed red. It stood up to its full height (it had been bending over looking down before) and roared. Next I made the entire swimming pool become a whirlpool, which I found great fun, but nobody else did. I let myself get sucked underwater and found I could breathe. There were bubbles swirling all round me, and I thought I might get pulled to the surface again which I didn't want. I liked the quiet underwater. I made myself heavier and my feet touched the bottom.


The rest, I can't remember very well, but I think I went into the changing rooms and got dressed.