lucid

03.02.2010

Guidance (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was sitting in the assembly hall of my primary school, for some reason. Something or other turned me lucid as everyone got up to leave. I saw the hottest girl ever across the crowd. She was a bit smaller than me, with long blonde hair. I tried to keep an eye on her, as I thought she might disappear if I looked away, like how writing always changes in dreams. (I was more lucid here than in the previous two dreams) I made a beeline for her, but I was stopped by my friend Hugh. Strangely, he knew this was a dream. He said,
"Don't bother going after her, wait here." I sensed that he had something important to say. "These two will help you out," he continued, indicating a couple who stepped into my field of vision. I turned round to look at them, wondering if Hugh meant I should have sex with them, or just ask them for advice. The man was skinny, pale, had a goatee and wore glasses. The woman was pretty unremarkable. I frowned with puzzlement. They didn't say anything, so I flew out into the sky via a skylight, and fell back down through another.

Then I was woken up again.

03.02.2010

Casino! (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was walking round a petrol station, looking at golf clubs. I thought,
"Why the hell am I looking at golf clubs?" and became lucid. I stepped outside through the automatic door, and found myself in Las Vegas. It was night time, and I was on the strip. I looked around in wonder at all the flashing lights. Out of nowhere, my brother Matthew appeared by my side. I just looked round and he was there.
"Come on," I said. "We're going to the casino!" I pointed across the road at a casino which was lit up with pink and red neon lights. It looked like it was pulsating, the way the lights were configured.



We had to cross the strip. I started singing a stupid song about "Going to the Casino," and after a minute, it sounded like a whole brass band was backing me! I continued singing, and the band made eveything sound brilliant. It really was an excellent song, but I can't remember any of it!

03.02.2010

Cool Shades (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was woken up numerous times this morning, but I was so tired I went straight back to sleep and had some sweet dreams. Three of these, I became lucid in, and the fourth was just exhilerating (although non-lucid). Since I'm writing this over 24hrs after having the dreams, all I can remember are the lucid parts.

I was crossing a busy street beside a roundabout in quite a picturesque town. There was a park on the other side I wanted to go to. As I stepped off the kerb (which was quite high) I noticed that the impact of my foot hitting the road wasn't as hard as I expected. In fact, it was like I floated a bit. I checked my left hand, and it had so many fingers it looked like an old-fashioned hand fan. Maybe the most ridiculous my hand has ever looked! I chuckled to myself and floated across the road a few feet off the ground. I stopped before reaching the other side, and had to do a swimming motion with my arms to get to the kerb.

I floated into the park. It had three or four levels. As I went farther in, the levels got lower. There were people subathing on deck chairs on every level. Apparently the park had been designed to take advantage of the sun's position in the sky throughout the day, to get maximum sunlight. I floated 10-15 metres above the sunbathers. Looking down, I could see that each level of the park had a huge trampoline. This reassured me- I was getting to a height above which I always get nervous. I spotted one female sunbather, reclining on a lounger. She was wearing an awesome pair of sunglasses. I wanted them. I held out my arm and plucked them off her face with telekenisis from far above. They had black lenses and big orange/black plastic frames. I put them on and swooped off.



I think I was woken up again here.

02.02.2010

It's a Strange World (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I tried a WILD in the early afternoon because I was knackered from getting up way too early. I ended up just falling asleep normally though, but I got some rolling sensations later on.

I got up from my bed and started having a conversation with my friend Jamie, who was pacing up and down in my room for some reason. I turned towards the window, and got the strange impression that he was going to attack me. I also got very dizzy out of the blue. Something didn't seem quite right, so I thought for a second, then realised this must be a dream! Right away everything started to fade out. I don't know what happened. I wasn't excited enough to wake myself up, but I did anyway.

Later on, I dreamt that I was lying in bed with my eyes closed, trying to DEILD. Little did I know I was actually still properly asleep. I could see a computer screen through my eyelids, but I convinced myself I had just looked at it in real life and now I was just recalling it. At one point I opened my eyes a crack, and saw the screen much clearer. (Although I thought it was real life) If I had just gone with that I would have had a sweet lucid, but no such luck.

EDIT: I've been on a bit of a dry spell lately and my DJ is gathering virtual dust, so I might type up a couple of weird lucid/OBE's I had about a year ago- the ones which caused me to find this site.

29.01.2010

Vampire Invasion (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was a really long dream where I gained and lost lucidity five or six times. Unfortunately I can only remember fragments.

A meeting was called between all the people in a town to discuss what to do about vampires, who were growing in number in the area. Most of the group was made up of militant rednecks, shouting "Yee-haw" and firing off shotguns. Eventually the decision was made that we should go to war with them. On the way out of the building, everyone was having their picture taken and retinas scanned, to make ID cards. I was next in the queue, but people kept taking my place. When I finally got to the machine, I entered my name. Then another guy came along and had his picture taken. The machine had recorded that I was an overweight hillbilly wearing nothing but dungarees. When I was the last one in the room, I tried again, but the operator thought everyone was done, so he put the camera away. I yelled at him and thought,
"This is ridiculous." I became lucid. I can't remember much of what I did next, but I have memories of running outside and getting laid into some vampires. I tore off jaws, decapitated, and punched clean through a whole crowd of them. One sick sight I came across was a naked guy strapped to a cart. Somebody had bitten his dick off, and a vampire woman was pushing him around the streets as a free meal for any vampires. Needless to say, I opened up a can of whoopass on her.

Later on, I found out about a group of women who had pimped out a bus and were going around killing vampires. They called themselves something like "Women Against Vampires", I can't remember it exactly. I stood in the middle of the road as their bus approached me. I had to jump out of the way to avoid being hit, and became lucid again. I ran behind the bus and jumped straight up on top of it. From there, I beat the shit out of several vampires who leapt on board as the bus was still going.

There was much, much more to this, but I can't remember it!

29.01.2010

Flying Cars and Warm Sun (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was woken up early this morning by an alarm I don't remember setting, felt hungover to the max, so went back to sleep. Say what you like about hangovers, but they're prime time for lucidity!

Me and about three friends were visiting a city in America. In appearance, it looked a lot like Paris, with old-ish but fashionable buildings and a tram line running along the street. We all sat down for a drink at a white table and chairs at the side of the road. Looking to my right, I could see all the way down to the sea. We were quite high up. I noticed what appeared to be a space research centre a few miles away. Attatched to the outside was a spaceship simulator. It was grey, futuristic and lifesize. Suddenly, the simulation began. It started rocking about and going from side to side. I turned to the table and said,
"That's the most awesome thing I've ever seen." Next, a blue car flew up into the air from near the space centre. It was not unlike the car from the second Harry Potter movie, but I couldn't see it very well from the distance I was at.
"Scratch that," I said. "That's the most awesome thing I've ever seen!" It flew off into the distance as I tried to rationalise it. I started talking about the Moller Skycar, and assumed that must be one of them.

A train soon came along the track beside us. I was expecting a tram, but I was even more surprised to see that every so often, the entire train would lift off the ground and float for a few metres, before landing back on the track. I got curious, and then lucid. I stood up and floated myself up onto the railing beside the table.
"So what was that all about?" I asked the table, half laughing. Nobody answered, and I quickly forgot about them, becoming absorbed in floating between walls and fences as I made my way downhill. I noticed that, hungover as I was, I felt fine in the dream. I looked out towards the sea, and decided I wanted to get down there. I thought about just launching myself, but I didn't feel up to the extreme falling sensation that always comes with it. So I glided my way down the hill, which soon became sand dunes. I hit the ground running (literally), and ran the rest of the way down the dunes like I used to do when I was a kid at the beach. I looked up at the sun, and could really feel its warmth. I turned around, and for the first time in a dream, noticed my shadow. The scene was beautiful. On the beach were tall brown rocks, on which some people had laid out towels to sunbathe on. I headed for the shore, and a woman on my left caught my attention.
"Do you want to have sex with me?" she asked.
"Mmmmm, naaah," I replied after some thought. It seemed like a waste of a lucid. I wandered into an arrangement of rocks which was shaped almost like a house, and started talking to some people inside. I think I lost lucidity around here, because I spent ages trying to help a DC with his phone instead of doing something interesting.



Then I was woken up by some jackass ringing me about "payment insurance protection" or some bullshit like that.

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!

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!

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.

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!

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!

30.12.2009

Beach and Swimming Pool (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This one made quite a lot of sense at the time.

I was on a steep beach with my brother. The sand was golden yellow, and the waves were tiny. It was a very sunny day, and from what I could tell, the beach was packed. I started crawling up towards a small grey wall at the top, and a tiny wave washed past me. When it receeded, a lime green lobster was left sitting in front of me. It looked like a toy. I stared at it for a bit, and it soon scuttled off. I got to the grey wall, and found a swimming pool on the other side. My brother ran and jumped into it. I watched him closely, because I'm pretty sure he can't swim in real life. I quickly decided I was wasting my time since I was only dreaming, he'd be fine.

The rest is foggy, but I went inside a building and down hundreds of flights of stairs where I got to a basement full of big crab-like monsters.