memorable

Notes:
- Feels kinda stupid that it had to happen this way in a stupid dream.
- Very immersive.

[Plot 1 begins]:
So I'm with this girl I've been talking with a bit lately. OK, I might have a little crush on her, but we haven't dated or anything of the sort. We're chilling out on my couch, about to watch a movie, and we've got blankets. We're talking, and feeling a little flirty. We get closer to each other, and she starts whispering to me. We embrace each other, and we kiss. I close my eyes; enjoy the moment for a little while. Then, I start to feel a little regretful. I imagine my dad saying, "Really? That soon?" And I feel a little bad. It was way too early in a relationship to have this sort of thing happen. I let it happen nonetheless, and eventually we stop.

[The dream fragments... ]

Then I woke up and felt good that I got to have the experience without it actually happening in real life

Notes:
- If this happens again, I'm going to post, because this simply can't continue.
- My dream sign is a bear.
- I assumed reality, just like no big deal.

[Plot 1 begins]:
So I'm in this Jeep Wrangler driving on a residential gravel road with my mom. We're just going along; maybe 20 mph maximum. Then, there are wolves. They come slowly... creeping... from the residential area. They're moving like they're very old, and they're just crossing the street, and I stop.
I get out and to look at one. I observe it; it looks like it's fake, like from a video game or something, as its proportions are just off in many ways and its fur is rather polygon-ish and black and white. Then I see the bear. It's galloping towards us from afar (as usual), and I think to myself "Hey, it's a bear! Is this a dream? ... Nah..." and I went about the dream like all was well.

[The dream fragments...]

How can I fix this? I do consciousness RC's all throughout the day, every couple of hours usually. I essentially take a moment to see if I feel like I'm in a dream, and look around to see if anything is odd; maybe look at my hands. However, as you could see in my previous failure I looked at my hands and didn't notice anything.

Note:
- This dream may or may not have been inspired by the trailer for "The Gallows", but I feel that the general inspiration simply came from the name of the film.
- I can't think of anything different I did before bed, and I can't remember getting cold at any point, so I don't know why this horrible dream happened. Just stroke of luck I guess.

[Plot begins]:
I'm at my house. My parents and I are searching the house, and heading to look out the windows. We know that there's something wrong; that something terrible is happening. We all knew we were looking for a dead, hanging person. I thought they were going to be outside of a window, but I didn't see anything. That's when we went out onto the porch. It was a silent night, and pitch black. We didn't see anything. Then Dad turned on the spotlight.
There they were. Two, dead, pale, hanging corpses strung across the two largest trees in our yard on a thick, grey cable. We gasped, muttering fearful phrases to ourselves as shock overtook us. Chills ran up all of our spines, and the terror began to set in.
An omniscient "voice" told us (seemingly through our minds) that this was the beginning -- and that we would be the end. The bodies swayed in the breeze, cold and lifeless. We ran inside rather frantically. We didn't know what to do. We had to live, but knew we couldn't.

[The dream fragments...]

[Plot continues; change setting to behind house]:
We're running through a small path, looking for an escape we know we can't find. We look up and freeze. Hanging in the trees above was another thick, grey cable. There were two nooses ready for use, waiting patiently for a catch. We all freaked out.

[The dream fragments...]
There's something about my mom getting snatched, but it's very unclear. I get a sense things got better after that point... There was a ransom, some negotiation.

[Plot ends; change setting to bus]:
So I'm on this bus, and I know I'm in Speed, but I think I was taking the role of Sandra Bullock... not sure. However, I forgot the rest.

[Wake up]

Notes:
- I got triggered all because of my bear dream sign. I realize that sounds really spiritual and stuff but it's not; I only see bears in my dreams and I just know to recognise it now. They also come with a certain emotion, a fear of something far away that's coming for you.
- The RC was so pathetic... I think I'm going to stick with the "focusing" RC, where I observe the world and take in every detail.

[Plot 1 begins]
One of the cats and the dog were loose on the porch, and something told me to go get them. So I open up the porch door and see my dad out there. He looks off up into the hills behind me house and says, "There's a bear up there".

I swear, at that moment the sky got darker. I get the same kind of feeling from a dream bear that a Dementor from harry Potter would. Same deal, same fear that something is coming for you, and that it will get you.

At this moment, I step outside and grab the dog and the cat and bring them in. I close the door hurriedly, but the other cats had escaped while I was grabbing the others. I freak out; I know that the bear is close, and so I step out to get the cats when I realized, "Hey... could this be a dream?" I looked at my hands and got this really ridiculous FOV effect, and my fingers were all stuck together like a 90's video game. BUT I DIDN'T NOTICE. At this moment, I kinda forgot what I was doing in the dream and everything was ok. My dad and I were just hanging out on the porch.

[The dream fragments...]

Notes:
- After having my last dream on 10/9 by diving in DEILD-style after a natural awakening around 7am, I figured I should try it again! Since then, I've been much more aware of my natural awakenings, and this dream was a result of doing the same dive-in technique as before.
- This dream was one of the most memorable and vivid I've had in recent times; I kept remembering more and more, and never before have I had this much content in a single dream.

[Plot 1 begins]:
The Music Production club is huge, and lots of people are in it; we've got a lot of really skilled and interested people, and I'm president. It’s the second day, and we’re playing music we like. Lots of trap, house, etc., and I was ready to hit them with some music I actually made, but we ran out of time, so I said “Alright guys! It was great getting to hear what you guys like to listen to; sorry we didn’t have time for introductions. We’ll be doing those next week!” And then I saw my history teacher in the front row, and I asked him what he was doing there, and he told me about how teachers have to observe one club every month. At this moment, I flashed back to a very false memory of him observing 9th grade production club, and he was grading something. I asked him what he was grading, and it was my "letter exam". I’d failed (and been given a 1 out of 6) because I started off by calling it "a text message to a friend", and it went downhill from there.

[Change time; same setting]:
At this time, I also ran the “String Club” or something along those lines. Essentially, it’s about modeling, both digitally and in reality. There were a lot of good submissions, like one of my friends showed his classic graphical fighting robots. Some kid comes in with a video of some guy saying “F you”, which was actually part of a series of stupid videos, all of this white, black-haired clay man saying stupid things. I really wanted to cut him off, but I didn't.

[Plot 1 ends, plot 2 begins; change setting]:
I had to drive from the store to home by myself. I’d gotten all the groceries in one massive bag, and put them in the back of the car. However, I made a couple of wrong turns because I was going too fast on these treacherous downhill roads (that were like brick roads). Mom had to drive in and come get me out.

[Change setting]:
I drove down to the cathedral (pretty much on the commons) and checked it out a little bit. Someone I know comes in riding his heelies and leaps into a corner room for some kind of engineering presentation. My ex-Bio teacher was trying to do a magic trick, and she really screwed it up. “Do you have the cards that match this card?” and she puts down the ace of diamonds. “Yes, I have four of them” and I show her my hand. One of my cards (8 of clubs) was from the wrong deck (this deck was black and gold; the 8 was from a blue bicycle deck). Then she had to start over (I just turned in my cards and left). There was some nearly-bald woman leading a bunch of young spear men into battle somewhere, as apparently the town was under attack. It was no big deal. She respawned with her people a few minutes later.

[Plot 2 ends, plot 3 begins; change setting]:
I was outside of someone’s house (mine?) and grandma (fat, long-haired version of a chem teacher) was doing stuff with her will, and wanted to change the house. The patio looked like “the white house” and there was a sunken pit (much like a stage pit for an orchestra) in front of it, with lawn chairs, etc.

[Change setting]:
I was walking on the highway (outside of my house?) and this guy was holding my hand and not letting go. I didn’t know this guy and I did not like him, so I took out my driver’s license to prove my authenticity . I looked up on the hill, and there were a bunch of massive, sunken in cups in some order in the hills; I connected these with my house for some reason… I think my house might have been up there.

[The dream fragments...]

Notes:
- Is it normal to feel skeptical of a lucid dream after you’ve had it? The past couple of times I’ve wondered.
- Is it normal to feel less “awake” once you’ve stabilized a dream? I certainly felt that way this time.

[Fragments, fragnments]

[Change setting; plot 1 begins]:
I’m in this rather huge house (40+ rooms I’d say) and there’s this gala/party going on in the main living space. I’m just wandering around as the dreaming mind does, lookin through all the foodstuffs. I find myself in a supply closet nearby, with microwaves and stuff. Then, I remember that I wanted to try and have a lucid dream.

At this moment, I became aware. I was thinking “OH CRAP HOLY CRAP I’M LUCID IM LUCID YAYYYY” but then I realized that I needed to stabilize, so I just tried focusing on the microwave in front of me, taking in every detail. That really helped a lot.

It came to my mind to use dream control, and I tried spawning someone but I couldn’t do it without starting to wake up. Instead, I decided I’d try to explore the dream world a bit, focusing on everything on the way, since I’m still a newb.

And so I walked into the living/kitchen area. I looked at everything closely: the countertop, the donuts, the snack stand, everything. The donut was especially vivid; I could see all the little bubbles in it and everything. For some reason, there was a bite out of it, and someone had put it back… eww… it was still on the stand (a metal, rotating stand) for anyone to take. I noticed after I woke up that there weren’t any visible DC’s in the dream.

I wander over to this hallway and realize I’m losing lucidity, and immediately start focusing on things to retain it. There’s an elevator, and I decide to take it (I didn't actually touch it or physically go in it though).

[Change setting]:
I’m in my high school chemistry teacher’s room (or at least a permutation of it). I’m in there at my own lab bench, and behind me are two other kids, one of whom I know. Obviously, they’re in detention or something and aren’t taking it seriously. I, on the other hand, was trying to figure a way out of there to continue my lucid adventure, but here I would be trapped for the rest of the dream.
So these kids are just kinda messing around with some water in a dish, and I’m getting impatient. From here on, i think I lost lucidity. My teacher was talking about his lifetime goals, one of which was to get $9000 in a day. <- (I think he mentioned it as his “task of the month” )
The kids were messing around, and I wanted them to pay attention, so I figured I’d shut them up by knocking over their stupid dish into the sink. I do so, then my teacher yells at me, saying "What? You think that's ok? Really? In front of me? What do you think you're doing?" and it was rather laughable really.

[The dream fragments... ]

Notes:
- By studying my most common dream signs (bears and thunderstorms), I was able to have a DILD, even if it was only for a few seconds.
- I was able to fall asleep after this segment, but I returned non-lucid. Such a shame.

[Plot 1 begins]:
I'm in a forest, not unlike the picture below.


To my right was a large building; a concrete apartment building, but it was some rich family's mansion for some reason. I was alone in the forest, moving parallel to the house, going over little knolls and hills and taking cover. I had in my hands an M14-like rifle in my hands, similar to the one pictured below.


I took cover behind a little hill, and peeked over with my rifle. Suddenly, I felt an eerie sense of fear, and out of the edge of the forest 150 yards in front of me stumbles a huge grizzly bear. [ENTER LUCIDITY] I immediately recognized the fear and the bear as one of my dream signs, and suddenly became lucid. However, I could feel myself losing grasp on the dream in less than a second. I tried spinning, but I got tunnel vision and lost control.

[Wake up; fall back asleep]:
For once, I managed to land back in the same dream, but now the bears were trolls, so I didn't really recognize them and I lost my lucidity. The dream continued, but I've forgotten it now.

[End plot 1]

Notes:
- Tom Cruise must have been a lead character or something; I have this picture of him over an overgrown metropolis under a sunrise burnt into my memory.
- Everything in this dream had detail; everything had history to it. Materials had science behind them and every place had some sort of story. It was very vivid.

[Plot 1 begins]:
Here's the gist of the setting: I'm in a movie that one of my best friends recommended to me; it was a mixture of Interstellar and Space Marines. Essentially there were two factions in the world (far in the future): there were those who wore Space Marine suits like the picture below (they weren't called that) and those who didn't (typically regarded as poor).


There was peace between these two powers for the moment, but not for long. An ancient relic in an abandoned building defined this relationship. But I was going there to do something with it.

I'm moving in with a good buddy of mine (who I don't actually know) on the building. We’re dressed in Brink-esque clothes. A bobcat kills an opossum and then tries to fight us. We kill it.

Then we were in the building, and the relic was in some old refrigerator or something. Then Tom Cruise in his armor steps in, and we negotiate and talk about what doing this means for society. The discussion was deep and beautiful, but I wish I could remember more.

[End plot 1; plot 2 begins]:
I dunno, we were kinda wandering around in my house at night… it felt like “we” but I think it was just me.

I don't know why, but it felt like something was off; that the house was eerie. I was just wandering around, but when I looked into a room without the lights on, I could faintly see these demonic "silhouettes" of my parents staring at me like the picture below. In an Alan Wake-like manner I was able to "erase" them by shining a light at them.

Note:
- I can't quite remember what order everything was in... but I'll go with my gut.
- As soon as the "lucidity" kicks in, I feel like it was fake. Like the lucidity was part of the dream and not really my conscious.

[Plot begins]:
I'm at some store (my brain tells me it's Ollie's) with my family. I round a corner and see this girl who I pseudo-broke-up with a long time ago (long story).
[Note: The day before, she'd shot me a pleasant look when I coincidentally saw her]
She sees me, and acknowledges me, not saying anything. Immediately, the awkwardness sets in, and I make my way out of the store. However, I hear her say under her breath something to the effect of: "There he goes again, saying nothing..."
This gave me the courage to turn around and go up to her.
I say, "Hey... How've you been?"
She looks down and says, "Pretty good... you?"
"Same." I say. There's this aura of wanting to reconcile, when she says:
"Do you want to make some plans?"
And I say "Yes."


[End plot; change setting]
I'm floating above this game world very similar to Minecraft and panning around (it's filled with tons of people). For some reason, I know I'm lucid and I think to myself: Yes! Now I can do the TOTM! <-- (Not really; I just wanted to pee on a DC)
Immediately, I fly over to this train station. There's this statue of a fat, drunk woman with *erm* improper dress holding a graduated cylinder full of pink liquid. I find Ron Weasley and a bunch of other DC's. I chase one of them and try peeing on them.... and I wake up. But I'm not sure if I really woke up or if I had a false awakening; this whole thing was pseudo-lucid.
Repeat the above step several times.

[Fragment]:
I look to the skies and fly straight up, but the trees never stop getting taller... odd.

[Wake up.]

Setting:
The scene is an open, craggy desert mountain region not unlike that of Pakistan or other mountainous desert regions. My POV is on one side of a 40-foot wide crack in the ground, while on the other side there lay a green catwalk hanging over the canyon, and behind it sat a large water-tank looking thing. Many details were forgotten by the time I wrote the dream down, sadly.

[Plot begins; POV above canyon]:
Terrorists had tried to attack the industrial area by going through the canyon, which proved futile for many -- considering they had been quickly dispatched by US military personnel. However, one still lied, half buried in the sand, struggling to keep breathing.

[POV across canyon from the water tank]:
At this point, Obama (in a suit and white hard hat) walks out from the left of the water tank with an entourage of construction workers and military officers. He's asking questions and observing the area, prospecting.

[POV in canyon]:
The man suffering in the canyon grabs his M9 pistol, and points it backwards towards his head. He shouts in Arabic twice, and begins to pull the trigger. Suddenly, some coiled garden hose came into his reach and he grabbed on. It pulls him out of the sand at which point he gets a clear view of Obama. He took the shot, and killed Obama.

[Change setting to looking at TV video of assassination]:
I feel sad, and begin to wonder what Biden will do with the presidency. I discuss this with myself for ~3 minutes.

[Plot ends; wake up]

Note:
- Before dreaming, I hadn't had my usual glass of water before bed...
- This dream resulted in a hormonal high for the rest of the day. Now, whenever I think of it, the same feeling comes back. Rather pleasant, really.

[Fragment; not related to plot]:
I'm floating up above a massive desert town. Kinda like a Las Vegas but slightly more dusty and fake looking. For once I'm actually kinda flying, but it's not like I am physically up there; it's more that the "camera" of the dream is in the sky. It was really cool up there.

[Plot begins; change setting to below]:
I'm in some sort of academic tour of a seemingly historical area with my "social studies class". We're in a small building (pictured below):

Anyways, we were on our way through (doing a gallery walk) while a class from another school was on their way out the way we came. There was an artifact we were supposed to be looking at, but the only artifact I saw was a girl.

She was Asian (reminiscent of someone I used to know), and rather beautiful. But what surprised me more was that she noticed me and shot me a smile from across the room; I did the same. As we walked by each other, we both said "hi" simultaneously. I felt pretty good

[Plot continues; change setting to my house]:
It's night time. I walk out onto my porch where my mom is chilling out, playing games on her iPad. Dad guns it up the driveway in an old (like 30 years old) beat-up red Chrysler coupe with groceries, and stops magically at the top of the driveway. He's looking a bit crazy-eyed.

At this moment, I get a call. I answer, and I hear this:
"Hi! I'm Ki, the girl you saw at camp today. I looked through the directories and databases to find your number, but I just wanted to tell you about myself! I grew up in [censored for privacy], too! --"
She proceeds to tell me a bit about her singing, and she proceeds to sing a couple rock songs, and was astoundingly good at it! She then hung up. Feelin' pretty good

My mom checked my email and discovered that Ki had written an email to me as well, and proceeded to give me an all-knowing "you've got yourself a girlfriend" glance.

[Plot ends; setting doesn't change]:
My parents task me with bringing our car to the neighbors and parking it. I asked Dad to move my car out of the way, and he proceeded to show me his collection of random crap he had stuffed in my car (like in the headliner and the vents). This collection included broken Joker figures wrapped in paper towels and Dim Sum posters...

[Wake up]