non-lucid

I had some dream involving a green alien female Jedi fighting Count Dooku in a debris field. It felt like they were in a cave or underground. She had a green lightsaber and crap fighting skills. But that didn't matter, she was able to regenerate. Dooku continually severed her limbs, decapitated her and stabbed her through the chest but she had a wolverine-like healing factor.


Some dream where I wound up driving to my cousin's house. There was some overly complicated plan my family was undergoing to go on vacation and I was involved somehow. I think it was meant to be some kind of anxiety dream but it never really amounted to anything interesting.


A dream involving S, A and C. This was a couple of years in the future, or at least what my brain assumed our futures would be like. A owned a nightclub, C was working for an environmental activist group, and I was a successful grad student in art school. S was the only one who hadn't met with success and had taken up petty thievery as a means to get by.

S had us all meet at A's nightclub. H was there as the DJ. We all sat in the corner and started talking. S stated that he wanted all of us to pull of a criminal heist together. Our target was a large diamond being held (get this) at the police station.

I, luckily had the role of the getaway driver. I was sitting in the parking lot and H had hacked the security cameras allowing me to see the Heist in progress. S and A got captured right after they managed to get the diamond. C nearly got away but was caught when she tried to exit through the fire escape of the building.

It was at this point I realized that we should bail out. I stepped on the gas, but the police seemed really intent on capturing us. I saw a couple of military APCs block the road and I got out and surrendered.

Two male agents came and pinned me down. H ran into the woods and likely got away.

The agents had me laying on my back and were pointing assault rifles at me. (Man I could have used some lucidity right about here.) I then realized that they had no proof that I was connected to the crime. All I had been doing was sitting in the van in the parking lot and unless they could find proof that I was off the hook.

Somehow they said that I was right and there was no proof that I had done anything wrong, other than hack the security cameras. They said that I was in the least amount of trouble of anyone here, and at the worst was only going to have to pay a fine. Also, they implied that S, A and C had been badly injured.

I was with two people along with one of my old tech school teachers. We were making our way around my home town, by the train tracks. (A part of my town that I do not frequent.) The other two people in our party were students, acquaintances, but faceless, nameless and not really important to the story.

We were out on an excursion that well, the school wasn't exactly allowing but we were doing anyway. The teacher, (We'll call him Mr. A) was one of those cool teachers always up for these sort of antics. Although I can't remember exactly what we were doing. We were walking along the four of us, talking about art and graphic design. (The tech school I attended focused on these.) So, if we were going to get in trouble with the school, then at the very least, our discussion was on topic.

Somebody mentioned that the sky was getting dark and that we should probably seek shelter in a store or restaurant. Then we heard a crack of thunder and the tornado siren started. I saw a funnel cloud starting to form and everybody ran in panic.

I started running into the towns industrial park. Normally, there is a 12-foot concrete wall around it, but in the dream it had collapsed and been overgrown with weeds and shrubs. This yielded a vast warehouse (not there IWL) I ran inside. Probably not the best choice for a tornado shelter, but it didn't bother me.

I think one of my characters from my comics was in there.

I could see out of a large door, like one for an airplane hangar. A tornado had touched down but it seemed to be going perpendicular to me. Just as I thought I was safe, a mini tornado formed and began cutting through the warehouse starting at the door. Equipment and supplies fell everywhere. It seemed to be a metalworking warehouse of some kind.

For some reason it also had the feel of a children's museum to it. This had some grounds in the fact that the warehouse was used to give tours of the metalworking company and children could walk around and play with modified versions of the machinery.

I ran deeper inside where I came across a steel beam anchored into the foundation with a bunch of white pipes running up the side. I grabbed onto one. The tornado grew closer and to my surprise ripped up the pipes that now seemed to be swinging from a support beam on the ceiling, or were perhaps simply being carried in the wind. I got flung around the warehouse still hanging on. There was a machine, still running with a number of massive metal cogs left exposed. They were spinning alarmingly fast, like saw blades.

The pipe cluster I was hanging onto crashed headlong into the gears and began grinding away, pulling the pipes into the side. I looked down to see that I was high above the floor. And there was a pile of metal rebar. No, I can't jump. The gears ate away at the pipes, my only hold. I remember having to quickly pull my hand away, as it was only about an inch from the gap between the gears. I tried not to picture getting pulled inside and crushed.

As I hung there, moments from death, lucidity hit me like a sack of bricks. The winds stopped and the gears ground to a halt. I floated down onto the concrete floor and looked around at what was no longer a warehouse, but rather a debris field.

I might have tried to manifest Manei or someone, something was about to go down when it ended.

Then my parents came into my room asking me if I wanted dinner.

I was in my old high school. There was some dream-logicy explanation for this, we were taking our 'Final Final' Exams. I was trying to remember what order my classes were in from high school. (Don't feel bad, even IWL I can't figure out the order.)

I remember walking around. I saw blurry, incorrect and sometimes downright hilarious interpretations of all of my old teachers from high school.

I remember going to this one class in G wing where we were having a pizza party and people were giving presentations for their final exams. The class room had card tables rather than desks. I had a couple slices of pizza and some lemonade, and it was time for the presentation to start. The odd part was that a younger version of yourself had to give a presentation that the older version of yourself had written.

So there was a younger version of me in the classroom. Based upon height/hairstyle I would guess this was myself from late elementary school.

I think I recall some detail that this actually wasn't me from the past. It was an elementary school student who had looked me up as part of his project where he had to imitate a high school student as closely as possible. It was part of their end of the project.

I recall him having a shark tooth necklace like the one I used to wear in late elementary school.

I freaked out for a minute because I didn't have my presentation but after I looked in my backpack I found a couple sheets of typed paper. I handed that to my past self and he started presenting. I can't recall any of what he said, but the teacher seemed to like it and was smiling.

...

I somehow wound up outside the school, but the school was floating in space and the exterior was covered in gray metal paneling. Running down the side of the building were hundreds of these little experiment canisters that I had to open. When I opened them, a prompt would come up saying. 'You feel like you had better not let anyone else see this data...'

Also, I wasn't wearing a space suit and questioned how I was not dead/dying in the vacuum of space. There wasn't really an explanation for it.

As I was opening them a green bar was filling up. When it got to the top (after opening about a dozen of the canisters) a space shuttle appeared and I found myself in the pilot's seat.

I somehow knew that I was descending and I strapped myself in to the chair. I started to hit the atmosphere and the space shuttle heated up. I wish I recalled this part better. I was coming down over a cloudy patch and I wouldn't know what I was going to see until after I got through the clouds.

I then saw that it was a road not too far outside of my hometown. I somehow managed to get the landing gear down, and when I touched down on the road actually rather smoothly. But I couldn't figure out how to stop. Plus there were a bunch of cars on the road and I was running them over.

I started to get lucid at this point, because even though I was probably killing dozens of people, I didn't really feel like that mattered. Eventually the landing gear broke off, and the shuttle started sliding down the road on its belly. It eventually came to a stop, but I had no idea where I was. Some subdivision with large trees and small houses, but I didn't recognize it from anywhere in my hometown.

I opened the hatch and hopped down onto the street. I was lucid now, but I got the dream ending feeling. I tried to hang on with a little dream stabilization, but I didn't get much time before waking up.

Some dream having to do with quartz crystals in one way or another.


I feel like I had a lucid dream last night, but have no recollection of what might have happened in it.


I also recall something to do with this very poorly shot/adapted version of Guardians of the Galaxy with crappy special effects. I was trying to fast forward past this one part that was supposedly really scary.


The only full on dream I recall was rather weird. I was in my parent's bedroom but it had been refurbished into a twin dorm room and me and D were living in it together. For some reason I was ranting about cartoons and anime and how I thought that they could be improved.

I can remember I was talking about how I didn't like that in cartoons and anime in particular the shows create unrealistic body standards for boys and are even worse for girls. I went on and on about how in TV, the boys, even supposedly the ones who don't exercise and are lazy, can still look so good. And for all the girls it's even worse, all of the girls look like runway models with ridiculously attractive bodies, perfect skin, etc. I then went into saying that the worst offenders are the shows that have a bunch of boys/girls and draw them all with exactly the same body *ahem sailor moon*.

Just like IWL, my roommate was a great listener.

I said something about attractive women giving this guy nosebleeds, but I can't recall exactly what it was. I went briefly into talking about how I thought love/romance was portrayed unrealistically in these shows. It always seems that the love interest is somewhat pointless because you know they're going to get together with the hero in the end, but you never actually get to see them be together because they don't get together until the end. So all they end up doing is giving you all these romantic cliches and they just feel like a big waste of time.

I started to get into another rant about violence in cartoons and anime and how it happens a little too often. Now don't get me wrong here, I like a good action scene as much as the next guy, but injuring/killing another to get your way isn't always the best idea. I think that Avatar adressed this-

I woke up around here in my rant. The odd part of this dream is that this whole rant sounds perfectly in character for me.

I set a new record for most reality checks in one sitting when I checked my grades from my college this morning. Luckily I passed three classes. In my fourth class, it looks a like the prof is a little late putting in our grades.

I seem to, ever so slowly be getting back on my game. My recall was sour last night, but in terms of lucidity, I was right on the money.

I started to become lucid when I looked at myself in the mirror. I seemed to have the saggy, wrinkled body of an old person. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I looked away and looked back. I looked mostly normal but had little star stickers all over my body.

I questioned if I might be dreaming and did a nose pinch RC. Yeah, I could breathe, but not very well. I decided to look around for other clues to the state of reality that I was in. I walked around the house, everything was normal, not a hair out of place. My mom was the only other one home, and she asked me if I had recently seen her car keys.

I was still tackling the puzzle of my reality. I went outside and saw a green 50's pickup truck and a very odd orange sports car in our drive. This didn't seem too weird or dreamlike. There weren't any huge planets or multiple suns, though leaves on the tree in the front yard should have been a dead giveaway. I repeated the nose pinch RC. Still confusing results. I thought that maybe I wasn't pinching hard enough. I pinched as tight as I could, and I could still breathe a little.

I made my way back inside, and looked down at myself. I was still shirtless and covered in star stickers. My mom was still looking around for her keys. There was a green truck in our drive. I finally came to and became lucid. I manifested a white tank and thought to remove all the stickers and started to head outside. My mom asked where I was going. I told her that I was dreaming, and that I had to go. She followed out the door and yelled to me that the last time that I said I was dreaming, I had left her alone. She said that she needed her car keys and a hair tie, and she seemed sort of irritated.

"Okay, Look! This is my dream. You don't seem to get that." I put my hand behind my back then held it out with a black hair tie in it. "Here's your hair tie." I put my hand behind my back and thought of car keys. I held out a key in my hand. "Here are your keys." I then put my hand behind my back a third time. "And here's a book, I heard it's a good long read that will keep you busy for awhile." I handed her a thick beige paperback novel with a blue rectangle on the cover. She seemed really happy to receive these items.

Yeesh. Dream characters can be so annoying.

I got down to business. I thought that I should perhaps find Manei and talk to her. I got some good lucidity going. Then I got the dream ending feeling. I knelt down in the grass and tried to hang on to the dream, but it didn't do me much good. I woke up.

The thing that I have come to notice more and more about my lucidity is that it is not particularly dependent on how many reality checks or mantras I've been doing lately. Heck, it doesn't even appear to be very dependent on things such as bedtime or the day's activities. (That's not to say that these things don't impact it.) This could explain why on nights that I charge in, Mantras-A-Blazin, I get nowhere. And on other nights where I don't even give a crap, I can wind up with a rather long and effective lucid.

Instead, it seems to rely to a degree on simply being in the correct mindset for lucid dreaming. I can't really put my finger on what it is, because I only have a rough idea what I am trying to explain. But I do know that it is something akin to mindfulness. In essence, I need to be mindful of my true reality, that I am laying in bed and that what is occurring is a product of thoughts.

I've also found out how goals can be a little finicky, especially when you're not working with perfect lucidity. I've got quite a list of goals, and I've been completing them all out of order. It's best to just pick one (or at the very most, two) goals to focus on per night. I've also found that visualizing completing the goal is rather pointless because it is guaranteed that they way you complete the goal in the dream is going to be vastly different from what you imagined.

The mental state that I am trying to achieve, in general can be a little bit tricky. Staying away from tv/movies/computer games seems to help with my mindfulness. Drawing or writing seems a good way to organize thoughts. Meditation seems a step in the right direction, but overdoing it can throw me off. Same goes for Mantras.

The hardest part about this is falling asleep. I can charge in hardcore and try mantra myself to sleep, but that seems fruitless. I can just throw in the towel and just allow myself to think about random stuff, and that's about as useful as it sounds. I guess I have to go back to my old tactic of the 'cut off' technique.

I am also experimenting with polished stones and crystals that have been sitting in my drawer for years. Some people might see that as a wonderful idea, and others may see it as quack new-age spirituality. I made a small crystal grid back before Christmas, and constructed it around the idea of lucid dreaming. I'd also like to try placing crystals under the pillow or bed-frame. The only way I can really know if this is crap or not is to try it out myself.

In other news, my friend S made me a new avatar picture. I will be using his. I like it.

I had a very odd dream about Marcus, a persistent DC who I haven't seen in awhile. He told me that he had been practicing martial arts and wanted to spar with me to test his ability.

We were fighting in what felt like a mix between a school and an office building. And we were on a very high floor as well. I don't recall the setting all that well, but I do recall seeing Marcus very clearly. His head looked a little too big for his body though. He was fighting pretty well, but he was doing so in business attire, and that was a little weird. The whole thing was pretty weird now that I think about it, a 50-something man who had shown no athletic ability prior to now was demonstrating proficiency in martial arts.

I can recall he threw a lot of kicks, and I was having a hard time keeping up with him and blocking/dodging all of his attacks. He kept asking me if he was fighting correctly. I told him that it was taking all of my concentration to keep up with him.

The scene shifted to my taekwondo studio at one point or another.

Also enjoy my ultra-old avatar picture from before the days of my dream-self. I can't seem to get that character to look right and the animation hates me.

Here is what I can recall:

Several nights ago I had some dream where all of the buildings in my university had some how been stacked together into this huge conglomerated tower. There was something to do with a math class as well.


I also recall a nonlucid dream from two nights ago. It involved some kind of magical battle. I had to wear armor made out of 'solid water' that had this odd surface that was solid yet had small waves moving through it. This was because the person that I was to fight had miniature flamethrowers on their arms.

When the fight began we were on this huge covered bridge, made entirely out of wood. I actually had three opponents, the middle one, a husky female with the twin flamethrowers and a pair of presumably male guards (covered in heavy steel armor) carrying large black and silver halberds.

I became partially lucid during the fight and was able to slow down time, particularly when someone was swinging at me. I also seemed to have power over the weapons and, once the guards were disarmed, I was able to call their halberds to me (see thor's hammer).
The fight climaxed when the main antagonist, the woman with the flamethrowers pulled a pair of knives. I had been able to damage the flamethrowers at some point during the fight. We went in close and I tried to put her into a lock. She was struggling to stab me and I was trying to choke her. I lost the dream and woke up.



The night before last, I had a semi lucid dream where I was flying and running at ridiculous speeds through my home town. My good olde fashioned fire jets at work here.

The town seemed a little re-arranged though. I recall there being all of these black and white wooden targets that I would bounce off of. The dream kind of had the feel of a sonic the hedgehog stage with the wooden targets being like the springs.

The dream ended with my attempting a Kamehameha, then realizing how unstable the dream was and making an effort to stabilize. I was in a soccer field. I ripped up some grass trying to stabilize but it didn't work.

Last night was pretty good though. Some dialogue with Manei. (I love how when I try and LD with things on my mind, I don't get sh*t. But when I'm on break from lucid dreaming, I get ten minutes of lucidity with her. So I wound up being kind of quiet and not particularly engaged within this dream.)

I can recall being in a huge building. It had a very bland, sterile feel like a school or hospital. I was waiting in line with dream characters to talk to some lady seated at a desk, with the feel of... well a hospital check-in. I took note of how diverse the crowd seemed to be. age, race, gender and clothing all seemed to vary greatly.

I then saw Manei in the crowd and instantly became lucid. She cut through the line, heading down a secondary hallway. I came with her. One of the things I recall taking note of was how tall Manei really is (Well she's been taller than me since we met, but this time around she seemed even taller than usual). IWL, I'm about 5'8", so lets assume my height carries over into the dream. I'd probably put her at around 6'2".

We went around another corner into another long hallway, this one lined with doors. The hallway had a dark, creepy feeling to it, like someone or something was following us. We then came to a stairwell that went up and down at least three floors each way. There was a window and we could see that we were in a massive building complex that stretched for miles. Outside, the weather was overcast and it was raining. Occasionally, I heard a roll of thunder.

We sat down together on the top step, giving us a good view of the dreary environment outside.

Last night, I went to sleep with the idea of manifesting my own persistent dream characters into the dream world. I'm not really sure why, my mind was just sort of wandering, and that's what I drifted off on.

So I decided to bring this up with her. I also got the inkling that somehow, that line of people that I was in earlier was a manifestation of the dream characters that I wanted to create. She didn't seem very interested in the idea, saying that it would be a distraction from dreaming, and that having too many dream characters/guides can be chaotic. I told her that I had only two characters in mind that I wanted to manifest, and that I felt that they were important to the balance of my dream world. They were meant to represent aspects of my personality that don't come about all too often in my dreams. She then replied that if I felt that I had to, I could manifest these characters, but she made me promise that if she wanted just me and her, I would let it happen.

At one point we started holding hands. I said something about stabilizing the dream, but I think we were just happy to be together again after all the crap that's happened. I think she was telling me that I should come back to concentrating on lucid dreaming. I told her that I would.

She then told me some story about technology and spiritual advancement. I don't remember the details, but it was about how technology can be helpful if used in moderation, but if you use it too much it can rule your life and you can lose touch with those around you. For some reason the characters in her story were represented with a couple of lego people she had in her back pocket.

We were looking at our reflections in the window. I noticed Manei was wearing the headband that I gave her, and that the emblem was actually correct this time around. Funny, I hadn't noticed it until then.

I began to really lose touch with the dream. Manei became a male version of herself and took off her shirt. This had something to do with her practicing appearing as a boy. I was trying to concentrate on making her look better but she still looked sort of distorted and disproportionate.

I recall being on my college campus. I was sitting in a cafe that isn't there IWL that was high above the campus. You could see the whole thing from up here; we were in some kind of tower. Another DC came and sat with me. I can't recall their face, or really anything about them. The dream was very blurry.

What I do remember is the diaolouge:

DC: "Now I've never had anyone answer this right. What do you think of anger?"

Me: "I think anger is more than just aggression. It is passion, determination and confidence. It can even be a good thing."

DC: "Hmm... I have never heard that before, but that's not the right answer."


Something to do with my Taekwondo Studio. We were doing this weird exercise where we would chain a bunch of kicks together.

I thing I want to adjust my new avatar picture. I want to get the animation working. Will do later today.

Many a celebrity from Dreamviews in this one.

I received a rather sketchy email that somebody was in the early stages of creating an animated series based off of dreamviews. They said that they used animation from other animes to fill in the blanks, so I shouldn't worry about that, because in time they will edit that out and replace it with original animation. It didn't say much else, but sent me a link to follow at Dreamviews.Anime. Supposedly that was the title of it.

The footage started. It established that there was a 'Dreamviews Academy' where lucid dreamers were trained. I never saw the design of the school from the outside, but from what I could gather, it was castle-like. Everyone was gathered in this large hall with stone columns, kind of like the big dining hall from Harry Potter. It had that sort of feel.

OneUpBoy. He had the deception tee-shirt from his profile picture on under a formal jacket. Backwards baseball cap and spiky brown anime hair. Now, whenever I read his DJ, it seems he’s always after the ladies, and this was no different. He had four or five really attractive girls huddled around him and this huge smile, like he was really enjoying himself.

Kristanicole07. She left the site a little while ago for an extended hiatus, but we used to shoot each other comments on DJ entries all the time. She was dressed in this long black dress and had long black gloves and purple eye-liner and lipstick.

Dawneye11 was there, and so was Dawn. She looked like the girl from K-On like she does in her picture, though she was wearing this blue sparkly dress, and had a drink. She sort of looked drunk. Dawn was there, his long white hair was tied back and he was wearing a tuxedo and a red bow tie. Dawn had his arms folded and was pouting in an almost humorous way.

Dreamer was there, she was wearing this elegant long purple dress and had this odd exotic hairdo with this big purple jewel crowning her head. She seemed to be blundering around and having constant problems with her outfit.

There was this absolutely hilarious character that I guess was supposed to be CanisLucidis. It was a wolf's head on the body of a very well-endowed woman wearing a nun dress.

Then there was a bipedal cat who looked like a business cat meme. I guess this was supposed to be either Gab or Threecat.

Sageous was the leader of the dream-school. He looked like gandalf, staff and all.

Anyways, the dance was getting underway, being social, etc. I was reading through the description under the video and it said that this was the episode where my character was introduced. It also talked about the main character, who wasn't based off of any real lucid dreamers.

Then the door burst down. A middle aged man with a fu-manchu mustache walked in. He had a third eye tattoo and wore a black robe. There were a pair of sentinels who looked like people wearing daedric armor for lack of a better description. He began a monolouge about his evil plan or whatever and Sageous was glaring at him. The bad guy said something about the school's security sucking, and that Sageous should do a better job of protecting his school.

Then it showed my character for the first time. He was standing on an interior balcony in the hall, though it looked like a fusion of my dream-self and Dr. Stein from Soul Eater. His hair was dark (like mine) but he had the glasses (like stein). He didn't have the screw but he had a cigarette, and also the stitches going up his face. He was wearing a white robe and black undercoat. Manei was there too, wearing a short red dress and having a big orange flower in her hair.

The two of us jumped down from the balcony. In mid-air, Manei soul eater transformed into a black scythe with a silver blade. The bad guy ordered his two guardians to transform and they turned into giant swords. The two rushed one another and locked blades. They fought briefly until my character managed to knock the bad guy back. He skidded backwards across the floor and slammed into the door that was now closed.

"Give up! You're no match for our school's guardian." Sageous yelled.

"But this is!" The bad guy smiled and generated an energy ball in his hand, blasting my character back into a wall. Instant KO. (Hopefully that wasn't the last of me, though.)

Sageous started fighting the bad guy with his staff. The two seemed pretty evenly matched and there was some obvious yin-yang symbolism in the way that they fought. But the bad guy managed to pull a dagger at an opportune time during the fight and kill Sageous. The scene cut out there.

The anime then went to the main character. I can't remember if this was before or after the scene I had just watched. The main character was a boy with spiky brown hair and wearing a red shirt and brown leather jacket. Supposedly this boy was the 'chosen one' who was the only one who could save the dreamosphere from the evil guy. (Though it sounds to me like he was just the most cliche protagonist ever.)

He was at the part where he first met his dream guide, this husky blonde girl with a pink streak in her hair. She fought with a bow and arrow. She started talking to him about how she was tasked with guiding and protecting him, as the chosen one, but he just swooned, blushed, and looked at her boobs.

For some reason, even though the 'dreamosphere' or whatever was threatened all this boy seemed to care about was getting the girl. It started to become more of a romantic anime as he kept trying all these things like giving her flowers and taking her on dates and whatever, and it really didn't seem to win her over all that well. Eventually they had this emotional scene where the dream guide girl told him some tragic story (I can't recall it) that was the reason she wasn't romantic.

I think this anime that I dreamed of went through every romantic cliche in the book. Er... scratch that really. The whole story was somebody's top 100 list of cliches. The whole thing was just so unoriginal and bland, probably why I didn't remember it. Can we go back to the school with everybody from Dreamviews, please?

I also remember this one scene where the two were being chased by these thugs through an apartment complex. The boy was riding a little girl bike to get away fast enough, and he somehow got onto the roof of the apartment, and then by accident rode off into a pool. The dream guide girl thought it was funny. After that scene she slowly started opening up to him.

In a sort of twist ending the boy actually ended up failing in his quest. What followed was a very eerie scene where, get this: The entire galaxy dies. That's right. It showed how as the evil began to take over the galaxy all of the stars save for the dim red ones died, the galaxy became dark and cloudy, and red colored. There was some line of narration about the galaxy losing its original splendor.

As I started waking up and becoming somewhat lucid, it broke down into one of those space dreams. It talked about how at the center of the galaxy there were two stars that fused together to become one medium sized star, the last beacon of light and hope in the galaxy. I saw the Sageous character flying through space towards the star.

I was watching a documentary about a movie being filmed somewhere in northern Greenland. (Though it looked nothing like that, in fact the flora looked nothing like earth. In the background were these weird trees with tube-like leaves, and these massive green and red stalks, easily 50 feet tall.

The director of the movie was talking about how these parts were beautiful but the local tribes rumored there to be some kind of wolf demon who lived in the woods. He said that a couple of guys had disappeared though. I began hearing panting and growling like a monster was coming in the background.

I began to hear a low growling/panting noise and I woke up. I looked around all paranoid like a little kid half expecting there to be a giant wolf/monster in my room. I thought about how I once heard that nightmares like this occur because of our primordial fear of such creatures. After a minute, I got past it and went back to sleep.


I had a rather long and extremely dull dream that I had been locked out of my college dorm room. I walked around campus and eventually ran into S. We went to the Cafe and he bought a whole bunch of food and ate it. (So... accurate to RL, he loves food.)

I eventually went to see campus security and pointed out that I couldn't even get back to my dorm. I pointed in the direction that it was supposed to be and there was this huge, old skyscraper with a clock tower where my dorm was supposed to be.

"I can't get back to my dorm, there's a giant skyscraper- Wait."

Lucidity hit me like a sack of bricks. I started to wake up. I told myself I would DEILD. I found myself in a supermarket.

What followed was a really odd semi-lucid dream where I was in a supermarket, but the shelves in the supermarket were phasing between that and a desert canyon. There was a dogfight going on in the canyon between a number of white and black aircraft of various sizes. It was some kind of real-time-strategy game, but I wasn't playing, just observing.

In the end it turned out to be some kind of hologram and I remember the canyon changed back into the supermarket, but all of the tiny aircraft were still there.


I then of course had that FA that everyone hates. You know, the one where you dream that you wake up, get your computer, go on Dreamviews and start typing up the previous dreams. I can remember writing my DJ entry in an odd way, though. I wrote it as this long list trying to keep track of every point that happened in the previous dreams. Also, in the dream I remember writing up one or two more nonlucid dreams that I no longer recall now.

I was playing this odd dungeon-crawler RPG game with a few of my friends. It was virtual reality though, and we were acting out our characters. (S,C,A and S's bro.) And I had the sweetest armor in this game, it looked a lot like daedric armor form Skyrim. I had two swords that looked like daedric swords as well.

I was making my way down into this dungeon where S had been captured. It was pretty typical, torches, collapsed stone ruins, spiderwebs. You get the picture. S was being held in the center of a large cavern and guarded by all of these bandits. A pathway through the ruins spiraled down to his cage and the whole thing was lined with bandit guardians.

I tried to make my way around silently, sneaking up behind the bandits and slitting their throats and what-not. I was doing pretty well for awhile until one of them let out an accidental scream. Bandits started charging me from all around, and I went into a whirly-twirly fighting style, slashing down baddies left and right.

In all of the chaos, C and A repelled down on ropes and let S free. S was this huge hulking panda character for some reason. We had to get out of here. We ran for the exit, but it was different going back the other way.

I came across this room where four women were chained up. They didn't have much clothing, and they told me that they were sex slaves to the bandit clan for years and wanted to be freed. (man, this was a dark RPG game.) I cut the lock with my sword and they ran out. Then a bandit came in and screamed that their slaves were getting away. Then, almost hilariously, dozens of male bandits charged out of the cave after the women who ran off. I told my friends that we should probably kill the bandits, if not for saving the women (Some kind of bonus quest.) , at least for the XP. After all, I'd killed a few dozen of them without taking a scratch.

They seemed insistent that we hide behind this wall though while the bandits continued stampeding out of the dungeon. At least a hundred had to have run past us by now. I kept on urging them that we should fight. They told me that we didn't know how many bandits there were. I wanted to fight, because they were all really low level, like three and four level bandits. Our levels were like 50 or something. I tried to go after them, but C and S held me down. The last thing I recall was that C's character had piercing green eyes. She looked at me with them.


I was having a very odd dream where I was pulling a large metal sled up a hill by the side of my house. There were a bunch of sleeping animals on it, including a cat, a snake, a couple of mice, and a small brown pig from what I could remember. Everything was tinted with an orange-ish light.

I somehow grabbed hold of some really unclear lucidity. (We're gonna use the drunk lucidity color for this dream.) While I was outright lucid, I was pretty tired last night, and I couldn't really think straight.

One of my longer-term goals came to mind, I wanted to manifest my old dream Nemesis, a boy named Jonathan. I wanted to either defeat him or befriend him. I tried to concentrate on that. As I got to the top of the hill, I stopped pulling the sled. There was a shallow pit in the ground surrounded by garden bricks, and he was laying down in it.

Jonathan came to, and he got up out of the hole. Even with my crappy lucidity, I could pick up on the DC's energy. He wasn't the least bit evil anymore. He looked a little bit different too. The bags under his eyes were gone, and his hair was more flat rather than spiky. He had gotten rid of everything in his attire that made him look evil, such as the big silver skull that I remember him having around his neck.

For some reason he wanted to see Manei now. Something along the lines of wanting to apologize for all of the crap that he caused in the past. He apologized to me, first. We then started looking for Manei. I tried going into my house, telling myself that she would be inside, but I couldn't find her.

He asked me why it wasn't working. I told him that it might be because the dream is so accurately recreating my house that I am subconsciously convinced that this is waking life, and therefore have difficulty bringing something I associate with dreams into this reality. I told him that if we could get to a more dreamlike setting, manifesting her might be easier.

I then for some reason a really weird idea. I wanted to try using Dreamspeak to summon her. I didn't know what to say or really why I wanted to try this idea. Blame the unclear lucidity.

"Manei, Kuasen axio sosunsombule."

"What the heck did you just say?"

"I summoned her... I think."

Just then, I picked up on her energy. I could tell she was outside, across the street. We made our way there, and found her. For some reason, she had chosen to appear as an elderly woman.

Jonathan apologized in a short and awkward way. Manei looked at him in a strange, sort of unsympathetic way. I could tell she wasn't really too happy to see this guy. Jonathan eventually said that staying around here would just be awkward, and that he can understand why staying around might not be the best idea after what he did in the past. He told us he was going to leave, and walked off into the sun, where he became blurry and faded away.

I noticed that Manei had some bandages around her arms. I asked her about them and she told me that she had gotten burned attempting some kind of energy transmission with a higher-up. She told me that it had worked, and the burns were mild and just a side-effect. She told me that she had been feeling a lot better since the energy transmission.

Something to do with trench warfare in WW1, only it seemed as though they were wearing some kind of armor over their head and body that could deflect bullets. A rush started and the dream was following the narrative of one guy. He took a couple of hits in the armor, then someone started shooting him in the arm. Five or six bullets went in and he fell behind the cover of a tree stump and started bleeding out. He wished that he had never joined the army and stayed at home with his family on a farm.


Earth was now in orbit around Jupiter somehow all the moons of Jupiter were visible in the sky. (Mysteriously lacking the king of planets though.) I was pointing them out to someone that I was standing with in the parking lot of the supermarket in my town. I think that the moons were my doing.

"That's Europa, and That's Io, and That's Ganymede and that's- also Europa?"

There seemed to be slightly varied duplicates of each moon. I started to question why each moon was exactly the same size in the sky. They all orbit at different distances and are different sizes. Also why are there duplicates of some? How is earth surviving in the orbit of Jupiter?! Wouldn't everything freeze out this far from the sun?

*Wakes up*

Rats. Well I didn't fall asleep until pretty late last night, so I suppose that explains the sour recall.

I guess that dry spell is broken...

I was watching the final episode of Legend of Korra. In it, Aang appears as an old man and everyone asks how this is possible. He says that he faked his own death so that the world could actually have two avatars. (Um... okay, I don't think that it works like that, but it's a dream.) Also, elderly Aang looks just like the way he did as a child save for he has a long beard and bags under his eyes.

He used this energybending move that caused all of these blue orbs to fly everywhere. It had something to do with focus. He would then select one orb that was the move that he wanted to do. He tries to teach the move to Korra, but she doesn't understand it and gets frustrated. (Of course.)

He then decides that he wants to try it on me. The dream shifts to my garage and Aang is a real person now, only he's a kid now and he has hair like in season three. There is a mirror in the garage and I look into it to see what I look like. For some reason my hair is black has all of these dark brown highlights that look like stripes.

Aang wants to try to use energy-bending on me to make me better able to lucid dream. He asks that I cast a magical field to filter off any negative side effects. I hold up my hand and concentrate on creating a feild and nothing happens, but he seems to think its there. Aang then creates dozens of orbs around the room and begins connecting them. He then fires a bluish white ray at me from his hands that causes me to wake up.


I was walking around my subdivision by the lake when I nose pinched and realized I was dreaming. There was some sort of presence that felt very scary or dark in this location so I decided to fly far away. I put my hands down and turned on my flying jets, and focused on a cloud up above. The sky was a rainbow of strange colors going from crimson red to orange to a yucky shade of yellow, with bluish-gray clouds.

As I got closer, I noticed that the cloud didn't look very cloudy. It looked solid. I slowed down and ran my hand along it. It was solid ice; a solid ice cloud! I then noticed what looked like a tunnel into the cloud. I flew into it and eventually met a high-tech looking steel door. I heard a voice on the other end and someone let me in.

...

I was with Marcus, inside his ice cloud base. He explained to me that the base was actually a secret ship and coolant was pumped to the exterior so that the ship would be covered with ice and condensation to disguise it as a cloud. (That's actually a really good idea, assuming you have enough power to keep the ship aloft with all the extra weight.) He was fighting this alien race called the Fraxnor.

Just then an alarm sounded. A fraxnor was in the base. I saw him out of the corner of my eye and started chasing him. There was a plot in play here that this ship/base was very secret and we didn't want anyone fraxnor who found it to get out alive. I started chasing him, he was about seven feet tall, walking on long triple-jointed legs and huge feet. He had two sets of arms, four eyes, and a small ball-gut style body, and he was the yuckiest shade of puke-brown with wrinkly alien skin. And he could run.

He got to his ship, in the hangar. I jumped into a fighter spacecraft and Marcus followed me. We fired on the guy again and again, but his ship was just a hair faster than us and was getting away. A health bar showed up and it would take one more hit to kill this guy.

Then I looked below us. There was a huge war going on, and the original terrain of my subdivision and town had been replaced with a barren planet of craggy rock formations. The yucky yellow sky remained though. There were four or five space warships and hundreds of fighters on each side. Basically a full-on star-wars style battle. But our mission was to get the one who got away.

"We'll never catch him now."

My lucidity refreshed.

"Not like this, we won't!"

I pulled what I assumed was the eject lever and shot out of the space fighter. I broke away from the ejector seat's restraints with brute strength. I looked down at the escaping fighter. Flying jets on, and I shot after him.

This guy was fast, and I really had to gun it to catch him. I've never flown this fast while flying before, and my booster flame sounded less like a flamethrower and more like the whine of a turbojet. I came down into the canyon, on top of the fraxnor's fighter. He looked up out of the canopy at me and opened his mouth. I could assume he was screaming, though I couldn't hear squat.

The dream got blurry at this point, but I think I wrecked his ship. When it crashed, he tried to get out, but I punched him in the face.

Spoiler for violence and bad things in a school:

I was in what felt like my own high school, but it had three floors rather than two. The first thing I recall is all of these people fighting with knives and guns.

I then recall coming across this infirmary area. All of these people are in hospital beds and they all have these really weird and gross ailments. On one cot this really fat guy keeps giving birth to these tiny babies. There are two or three dozen of them laid out on a towel next to him. In another cot this lady has a basketball-sized pimple on her forehead with blood vessels, it almost seemed to pulse. There are some nurses clustered around trying to treat it.

I go downstairs to the first floor and see that there is a school dance going on. The dance was a blue and white theme and there were blue and white balloons everywhere. My parents were there and they wanted me to find a girl and dance with her, but I told them that I would rather just get the heck out of this school.

I then looked around at the dancing crowd. All of the boys were wearing white sparkly speedos and all of the girls had what were basically blue sparkly bikinis. (So don't ask me how this made it past the school dress code, but we already have guns and knives in the school so I guess this goes too.) My parents showed me that they had one of the sparkly speedos for me and told me that if I wanted to dance, I still could.

I was trying to get out of the school by leaving on a school bus. I was talking to this guy who was on the seat behind me. Then somebody fired a tracer round in an attempt to take down a surveillance drone and it grazed the guy in the back of the head. He fell down, but he was probably just shocked, he couldn't have been dead, he wasn't actually hit. I then saw the sniper shooting from the second floor were the window of the school had been broken out. I saw a platoon of tanks rolling up to the school. The whole school was a war zone. There was some explanation to this, that the school had changed its curriculum or something.

Something to do with a new music building being added to my high school. It has all of this wood paneling and all of this bamboo growing out around the sides.


There was some crazy war going on where two armies were fighting over a supply of peanut butter.

The battlefield is this huge open meadow, surrounded by thick woods. There are a couple of mountains in the distance. The area sort of has a minecraft feel to it, though nothing appears to be made of blocks. I also recall seeing a cartoon drawing that was a map of the battlefield and contained the tactics used by the armies with drawings of cartoon soldiers killing one another. The map was drawn on very high quality parchment paper.

The battle began. One army was clad mostly in steel armor and used swords. All of the men in this army looked really short, and they all looked the same. They appeared to be the more formal army. [Dream Logic]They also had trebuchets that were launching large jars of peanut butter at the enemies that would explode on impact. The peanut butter was sticky and supposedly would slow down the advance of the enemy. [/Dream Logic]

The other army was a small band of tribal men with long dark hair who rode on horseback. They had a very native-american feel to them. They fought with spears and bows mostly. Although they seemed inferior in numbers their tactics and skill in combat was impressive.

Somehow I got into the fight. A group of the steel clad men came after me. I became partially lucid. I started fighting with them; running at them and disarming one. I took his sword and used it to cut down a couple of others. One ran at me from behind, yet somehow I could sense him coming. (Partial lucidity?) I threw him over my left side, both stabbing him and taking his sword. Dual wield. I turned to see what looked like a lieutenant of the steel army readying a bow. (His armor was fancier, I assumed he was important.) I threw one of the swords and it stuck right in his face impaling him.

I then see a couple of the tribe men charging at me on horseback. I throw the other sword, that for some reason becomes a spear when I throw it. It strikes the leader in the leg and also injures his horse who falls over and the whole group trips over him and falls down on him in an almost comedic fashion. A couple of guys manage to get out of the confused pile of horses and charge me. I pick up another sword and get ready to fight when the dream changes.

...

Somehow or other I found myself in my living room. Manei was there, laying on the couch. And for some reason or other I didn't quite grasp that I was dreaming. I thought for some reason that I was awake and imagining that she was there. Something was amiss.

For some reason I still had a spear on me from the previous dream. I was examining it a little, and spinning it around like a bo staff. (Not sure how, though, the living room in our house is tiny.)

She told me that she was upset because she had gotten in trouble with her guide, and that she overall wasn't feeling well. I did my best to be understanding, but I don't think I've ever seen her not all happy and bubbly like she usually is until now. Not having the best grasp of dream/reality didn't help either. I didn't really know what to do, so I dropped the spear and sat down on the other couch across from her, and the dream faded out.

I wonder if I could find Manei's guide and talk to him/her. That's either a really good or really bad idea. The bottom line is: I'm getting somewhere, albeit slowly.

I had joined the army. They are teaching me to drive around on these little Jeeps that are so small they are basically like Power Wheels toys and they only fit one person, save for they seem to run on gasoline and have metal parts, like a real jeep. At one point, one of my tires burst and I was able to just push it on its side and change the tire.

Goddang dry spell. I got some lucid dares, but other things take priority. Though it's nice to have a solid list of goals to take care of.

Here is a rough outline of my goals:

1.) First of all, get this lucid issue worked out with Manei, see if I can take down this dry spell. I don't see how I'm gonna go anywhere if I can barely get lucid in the first place. So this takes the #1 Priority.

2.) Then I would like to get on to manifesting Dawn and Eye in my dreams. I've had a couple snippets, but I gotta get all three of them in a good long LD.

3.) Then I got two lucid dares; both holiday themed. Sensei dared me to meet Jack Skellington. (Think i'd better re-watch Nightmare Before Christmas... ) and the other, Percylucid dared me to deliver presents as Santa Claus. (Fifty bonus points for a full on Nightmare Before Christmas LD where I complete both dares.)

Thanks for the lucid dares, guys. I'm pumped! This dry spell is goin down! :tropicalboxer:

Lower on my list of priorities; long term goals are:

-I would also like to manifest my old dream nemesis and properly defeat him. (Even better, befriend him.)

-Dream meditation. Has to happen at least once.

-Visit the world from my comic strip while lucid. Get some ideas.

-Manifest my friends S and C into my dreams.