non-lucid

Anyhow, I was driving on a thin mountainous road that was barely the width of my car. I'm going a reasonable speed and I know that I'm going to go over the edge. I take a corer too fast and as my car is going over the edge a friend standing on the edge of the road takes my hand to pull me up. The moment lasted forever, but I said "let me go"

Inside my car still I am falling at a fast speed. going and going for minutes. Then It occurs to me I found a hole that leads down into the hollow earth. My car flips due to me now being on the inside of our planet and inner gravity taking over. Apparently there are several other people who are new here and some sort of orientation going on. The leader there was Mel Gibson. I knew it was him even though it didn't necessarily look like him. I think he called himself jesus, don't remember for sure though. I was debating whether it was really going on or if I was an actor in a Mel Gibson movie.

Of course it didn't occur to me that I was asleep. Next time I won't fall for this!

Me and some other people were digging through a couple dumpsters that were packed full of really nice stuff. In a building next door we had a silent auction going on and we just kept adding items as we got them. Made thousands of dollars.

Had a false awakening and played out the whole day. Got called to work early 11-2 then come at my normal time 3-12. Don't remember anything to far out happening. Very boring.

Had a false awakening and played out the whole day. Got called to work early 11-2 then come at my normal time 3-12. Don't remember anything to far out happening. Very boring.

in the armory east bleachers watching an event don't remember what. Sat alone even though some friends I haven't seen in a couple years were just across the aisle.

2nd

on west bleachers I see (b) kevin in green jacket on the top row. Nobody else in the building. I sit 4 or 5 rows in front and try to act nonchalant about it like as if I didn't see him or something.

At work, sister ([presumably whole family])(obvious dream sign) was there. Sister asks me,
"why are all your salads served cold?" (I am slightly lucid or at least in a normal state of mind)

Salads are always served cold, who the hell wants a hot salad. [she takes a b salad and throws it in the microwave (or oven(seems like there was a microwave idk))] (I guess she really likes hot salads) I am totally perplexed why on earth she would want a hot salad.

Later that night I used left over "PF" to make a pizza for family meal and it worked excellently.

IRL REMINDERS: when no chefs put salad in oven (test warm/hot)/// Tuesday test "PF" pizza for Family meal. does it work as well as I think it should? we will see. tonight lucid dream/obe etc. sorry if you're reading this drunk atm.... oh shit

3-5-11

I was living in an old friends house, but instead of him or his family living there it was me and my current roommate. He was asleep upstairs and me and some friends were in the basement just hanging out drinking a bit. I decided why are we drinking so little let's really get wasted like never before. We still had to keep quiet though because my roomate was upstairs and I didn't want to piss him off. After awhile of drinking and chatting I started tripping. Either one of my friends turned into an orange or an orange took human form and I was talking to it. I thought to myself this alcohol doesn't usually make me like this. I sort of knew it was a dream, but just sort of went along with it, what the hell. There was a fridge down there and it was stocked full of food that seemed so delicious. It was my roommates but I ate it anyway feeling kind of bad about it. I figured it's just a dream he'll never know.

The food was great and I really ate a lot. A bunch of people came downstairs and wanted to join us. I said we should take it outside so not to wake the person i live with. So we did. It was daytime when it should have been night. I don't remember much of what occurred outside.

Next thing we are back in the basement. David Spade and a couple other people come down and join the party which I thought was really cool. I'm not a Spade fan or anything, but thought it was so cool to meet him. He was a really normal dude actually.

After I woke up I felt sorry for the friends I was with at the party because they will have no waking recollection of meeting David Spade. lol

3-5-11 Chilling at a friends house with a bunch of people who are also coworkers and friends of mine 5 total including myself. We were doing some fun things, but I don't remember until bad stuff started happening. It was nighttime and we were standing in the house with lights out looking out a large window when we saw a car pull up the long driveway. We all knew it was bad news, but went along with it anyways. The guy came up to the door and we let him in. said he needed a place to stay or something like that. He had a bag and said he had something to give us. He pulled out a gun, not sure what he was looking to gain or steal from us but w/e.

Next thing I remember is we're in the back yard and all of them are hostage. I am out probably 50 meters just acting dead for some reason. I hear about a hundred gunshots and that must be what tipped me off it was a dream. Realizing it was a dream and just lying in the grass I figured I may as well do something. So I ran up to the guy and just sort of laid on top of him. I got shot must have been 10 times in the process, but I considered myself a hero anyways. He escaped not in his car, but on his bike, but it was ok now because he was gone and I saved the day.

I had a false awakening in the hospital with gunshot wounds and the thought in my head that I had somehow saved the day. I had the suspicion that it was a dream. So I just got up and instead of doing lucid dream stuff just went on with life. People weren't as impressed as I had hoped they would be I think.

I woke up and at random times through the day wondered if that actually happened.

I still have faint memories of many dreams from ages 5 until my current dreams at age 20. So since I'm starting this dream journal I'm going to try to conjure up some memories. I didn't realize it until several years ago, but I've always sort of been a lucid dreamer, just not well practiced.

I had many nightmares growing up which I became lucid in and instead of realizing I could change what was happening in the dream world I would either just blink and wake up or continue with the dream which never really ended well. I would often wake up unable to move and with mild visual and auditory hallucinations still happening around me which I now realize was some sort of sleep paralysis. Haven't had that since I was 13 or so though.

One of my most unpleasant dreams I had recurring from my earliest years until I was probably 11 I always knew was a dream, but had no control and was just as terrifying as if it were real. Basically the gist of it or all I remember is being uncontrollably drawn down to my (unfinished all cement(walls and floors)) basement even knowing it was sure doom. Turning the corner into the second room I got sucked into the corner into some form of the fetal position and couldn't breathe. In an instant I see some sort of figure by the water heater and in the same moment the force is right there on me in an evil way and I woke up.

Another recurring dream i remember less about was also basically lucid, but again uncontrolled by me. I float around the house I lived quite rapidly trying to get away from something that is following me and I wake up in terror. I used to know all the details of this one, but it's been awhile. I remember it had a dark purplish-red filter and was 1st and 3rd person at the same time.

I remember other dreams too, but so vaguely now that it might not be worth posting yet.

2 years now since I left the town where I grew up and I still have dreams there on a regular basis. There is a definite positive though - It is often an obvious dream sign and a way to get lucid. I've been to that town 5 days in the last 2 years so I've trained my brain to realize if I'm there then it's a 99% chance of a dream.

Still I can't always get lucid there. The brain has clever tricks to make you think there's a reason for your presence. The reason I'm really writing this isn't because of any specific dream, but just a general note to myself that if I am ever in a place I no longer live chances are I am dreaming. It's a good rule of thumb for others to follow as well. whenever you leave town or go to a different location increase reality check frequency.

3-8-11 Outside of work on my way to NS I look to my left (south) and in broad daylight see the moon. It is almost a full moon and far larger than it should be. I stare in awe. There is a huge blue splotch on it as if it was an ocean of water, but that didn't occur to me during the dream. The eclipsed part of the moon is pitch black instead of being see through. The sun is out at the same time, but I never looked at it.

I see a coworker taking out trash and ask if he's seen the moon So I show him. We lay in a grassy area in awe and eventually a large crowd is around us. Somebody in the crowd was unimpressed and it led everyone to be equally unimpressed. I lost focus on the moon and couldn't find it for a minute because it wasn't in the same location. It is now in the east and extremely large. It is also partially transparent and you can see the mountain range in the background. There isn't blue on the moon now but red. I think to myself it would be a great picture but I didn't pull out my camera. By now much of the crowd has left. And that's all I remember before waking up.

I deam about the moon very often.