dream fragment

Dream - Lucid

I was at some weird amusement park. I’m not sure what was going on, it was kind of videogame-esque. I remember seeing characters climbing these ladders to get to the top of something. Some of them kept falling, but would catch a ladder before they hit the ground.

I also remember some type of indoor roller coaster. We were trying to get to a part of the coaster that they were going to use, but decided not to. I knew it was probably a dead end, but we tried anyway. We opened up this passageway that looked like a mouth, and we were going into a throat. We rode the coaster to the end. Sure enough, at the end there was another mouth, but not more tracks. We had reached a dead end. I was wondering how we would get back. I remember the whole time a female voice was guiding the process and making suggestions.

The last thing I remember is watching the roller coaster car exit through the water through a tunnel topped with a flock of cartoon vultures. Their talons formed the tunnel.

~

I remember a dream about band camp. I remember being outside. Then something about Ryan and I talking about getting married.

~

I was watching myself in 3rd person, but it didn’t look like me. I, however, knew it was me. It was almost like a movie. I was taller with long, black hair. Some of it was pulled back. I was wearing a green dress that reminded me of the 50’s. I was pregnant with Ryan’s baby. Someone was measuring my stomach. I seemed happy. I thought that I had quit smoking by now since I was so far along. The belly looked almost like there was a pillow under my dress.
I then remember going to a gym to work out. I was self-conscious about myself, since I was pregnant. I saw my exposed belly, because I was wearing a sports bra (all of this is still in 3rd person) as I got on a treadmill. Then, I noticed the lady next to me was pregnant too. She had a lot of zig-zagged scars on her belly though. I then knew that she had had a lot of abortions, and the scars were from that.

Then, I was back in 1st person and myself again. I was with Ryan, overlooking what was supposed to be my grandparents’ house. It was overlooking a lake. There was also a walkway from the house that went out into the lake; it looked like it was made out of random floating objects. I recalled a story to Ryan about how my grandparents liked to go out and sit at the end of the walkway, but my grandma had gotten so old, that she couldn’t walk out there anymore, and my grandpa had to carry her. I was very sad as I recalled this, and I cried.

~

I was lying in Ryan’s bed. It was morning. I knew I was dreaming, and started to feel myself leave my body, as if I was having an OBE almost. I opened my eyes, and my vision was super distorted; one of my eyes was seeing one perspective and the other eye was seeing something else. It was like…one of my eyes was seeing out of my real eye, and the other out of a dream eye. Holy crap it was weird. That kept happening over and over again. I kept going back “in” my body, and feeling sleep paralysis overcome me, and I would “re-enter” the dream (even though I was already dreaming). I’d get up, and my vision was always distorted. I kept trying to fix it by saying to myself “Detach to your dream body, detach to your dream body…”, but I couldn’t fix my vision.

Then, I remember getting up again in this strange state, with my vision all distorted. I could see my nose at the end of my face, but when I lifted my hands into my field of effed-up vision, I couldn’t see them at all. I did this again at some point soon after this, and tried to poke my finger through my hand. This is where things get real trippy. I saw two sets of my hands; one that looked solid that my finger wouldn’t go through, and then another almost out to the side that was transparent, that my finger would go through. Then, I saw that second set of hands again in a black space. They were merely outlines of hands filled with tiny blue dots. I thought that this was something astral, but I wasn’t sure. The whole thing was very strange.

Then, I remember getting up again, and worrying that I was acting out everything that I was dreaming. Ryan would think I was absolutely crazy. I worried about that for awhile. Then, I remember getting up and Ryan being awake. He pointed to a spot on the bed that looked like poo. He told me I did that. I said really? I did? And he said no, he was just kidding. O_O

Then, I remember being in my strange lucid/whatever the fuck kind of state I was in again. I was trying to leave my “real” body to enter my dream body again. I remember Dr. D, my data analysis teacher being there. I was trying to show her and some other people that I was lucid, that it was a dream, and I could do some really crazy things. I started to phase myself through tons of different surfaces; I remember one being chain-link fence. It felt weird to phase through that. The surfaces appeared one after the other after the other.

I then remember getting a grade sheet back from Dr. D about what I did. There were two grades on there: An A and a B. Next to the A she wrote something about how great of a teacher I was. The B didn’t say anything next to it, but I think it was my grade on how I was phasing through all that stuff.

The weird thing is, I knew I was dreaming in the dream, but I didn't know I was dreaming that I was dreaming...does that make sense? I have no idea what to make of that; I was lucid, but it was a weird state of lucidity. o_O

Dream - Lucid

I remember something about doing some study, something about lucid dreamers and non-lucid dreamers.

~

I was on a school bus, sitting on the left side towards the back. We were going on some band trip. It was nighttime. I remember some guy from elementary school being on the bus. I had had a crush on him or something. We were all talking about how many girls had liked him.

I then remember I was the only one sitting on the bus seat, and I had wanted the guy from elementary school to sit with me. Instead, a girl I knew in very early elementary school came and sat next to me. She asked if she could first, and I said yes. I fell asleep on the bus.

When I woke up, we were at our destination. A band parent was trying to tell us all what to do and where to go. Everyone started to get off the bus. I picked up my bags and left too.

The next thing I remember is sitting at a kitchen table in a house with some of my friends. One girl, someone I knew in high school, Sarah, was sitting next to some guy she was apparently dating. I was sitting next to the guy, putting me at the very end of the large table. We were all laughing and talking. I noticed I was sitting next to a counter that had some spiders on it. Sarah lifted up the guy, who killed the spiders. I looked at the guy, who was still lifted, almost hoisted over Sarah's shoulder. He had a green dinosaur tail and dinosaur legs.

I then remember waking up outside. It was still nighttime. I was behind a white van. I had apparently fallen asleep standing up. Anyway, I started to hear a noise; someone was coming. I ran into the house that we were all staying at, and started to run into the kitchen. I saw someone approaching the door that I had just entered.

I made it into the kitchen, and was with Sarah and another person. A man entered. He was disheveled-looking, with greasy shoulder-length dark hair and some facial hair (he looked very similar to the dog-killing man from another one of my dreams). I was scared; we all stared at him with dropped jaws. He pulled out a gun, and fired it at me. I flinched, and all that happened was I felt a puff of warm air go by my head. Apparently, the gun was out of bullets. He commented on this, and said he'd be back later to have sex with me. Then, he started to steal things around the room, mostly food items; I distinctly remember him taking some boxes of granola bars.

He then left, and I was very upset, scared, and overwhelmed about the situation. I bawled. I saw myself in third person, and I had tears and snot all over my face from all the crying I was doing. I went up to Sarah, who looked the same as I did with the tears and snot, and said
"He almost killed me...he almost killed us!"

I woke up terrified. I was afraid to go back to sleep for a few minutes.

Dream - Lucid - AP

The first dream I had, I'm almost positive I was lucid, but all I remember about it is being in a forest. As soon as I woke up from it, the details were gone.

~

I was with Kacey. I remember being at work at first, and then we were at some marine biology school. That's where she was studying. I went to sit in on one of her classes. My data analysis teacher, Dr. D, was teaching. I thought that was cool that she taught biology and statistics.

I sat down at a desk, and pulled out a bowl of oatmeal. I was eating the oatmeal throughout the class. Dr. D taught and showed us some film clips of marine life. When she showed us the clips, she turned the lights off.

When the class was over, she turned the lights back on. I got up out of my desk, and looked in front of it. There was a huge pile of oatmeal spilled there. And I mean HUGE, there is no way anyone could eat that much oatmeal in one sitting. I commented on it to Kacey, saying that I guess I spilled some. She said
"Yeah, that's why someone asked what that sound was." Apparently, it made a weird noise when it spilled.
I cleaned up the oatmeal, scooping it into a plastic shopping bag. I put the bag in a suitcase, which was lined with plastic. I bundled up the plastic, and threw everything away. I looked back in my suitcase, and the oatmeal was still there. I threw it away.

Then, I remember some guy coming up to talk to me. He looked about 30-35 or so. He was blonde with a mustache, and had a high-pitched voice. He asked if I remembered him, and started talking to me about my dad, and how he had been one of his patients. He said his voice was so high because he had "X syndrome" (fragile X syndrome in waking life). He walked away. I could not for the life of me remember who he was.

I went outside, and the guy was out there smoking a cigarette. Kacey had said something to me about me needing to avoid him or something. He started talking in his high-pitched voice again.

~

I was with some friends, some people that I'm not close with in waking life. We were all apparently close friends though. It was a group of about 5 or 6 of us. We were at a restaurant, Cracker Barrel maybe.

Then, I remember starting to go back in time. I started to experience an alternate past. I was with the same group of friends, and we were at a gay club. It was an actual gay club we have close to town in waking life, but this one was in a different town. I thought about that for a second. It was dark in the room, definitely a club setting. We were all laughing and having a great time. The time setting was either right at the end of or the end of high school. We were sitting at a table with a bench waiting for the drag show to start. I remember a little bit of the drag show. It was kind of movie-esque. I remember thinking to myself at some point
"If I would have done this, I wouldn't be the same person I am now."

Then, I remember it being stormy. It wasn't nighttime anymore. We were in some other building now, and were being herded into a hallway with lots of windows because there was a tornado warning. My old 7th grade English teacher, Mrs. B, was directing us where to go. I remembered seeing other people go into these interior rooms with no windows. I was baffled: Why would my teacher bring us into this room? There were windows everywhere. You could see how dark the sky looked out the windows.

I decided to say something. I asked Mrs. B why we were out in this room when there were so many windows. She said we had to be there. I started to argue with her, yelling about how stupid and unsafe this was. She yelled back. I think there was some physical fighting involved. I knew I was getting in trouble, but I didn't care. I was pissed.

Then, I remember being in a bus, driving away from the area. The sky looked clear, but then I saw a tornado form. It was a smaller tornado, but I saw it pick up a barn. It wasn't too far behind us. I "remembered" when this had happened in my "real life".

~

I was in my room with Ryan. He had apparently moved into my family's house with me. I thought about how awkward that would be, with him staying in my room and my family being there. He came into the room wearing this dark blue button-up shirt with a light blue shirt underneath. His pants were blue plaid pajama pants. We were apparently going out to eat or something, and I didn't have the heart to tell him that his outfit looked bad. He said he really liked that shirt. I thought it looked like a girl's shirt.

I remember there being some big, black grill-type thing in the middle of the room. It was more like a box, that when you opened it, it started to get hot. You could see the hot, glowing metal. You closed it when you wanted it to shut off. I opened it, and there was some wolf in there, but it wasn't a real wolf. It bit my hand and I laughed, because it didn't bite it hard. Apparently the wolf-but-not-wolf was my friend.

I then remember something about my cat, Belle, being caught in there and needing to be let out. I remember seeing her running around my room.

Then, I saw that Ryan had cleavage. It wasn't weird until I woke up.

Dream - Lucid - AP

I was at home. I remember my brother being there. The movie Leprachaun was on TV, though I doubt it was the actual movie (I've never seen it in waking life). It was in black and white, and started with some dude wanting his girlfriend to go down on him. I stopped watching it, because I knew it was a bloody movie, and I can't stand bloody horror movies.

Then, I got on my laptop, and the movie popped up. I couldn't close out of it, no matter what I did. In fact, the movie was on every TV and computer in the nation, and everyone had to watch it. I tried and tried, but I couldn't close out of the movie. I said something about not wanting to see it.

~

I was laying in bed, looking at my ceiling. I looked at my air vent, which was right above my bed (it's not above my bed in waking life), and there were two ladybug-looking beetles on it, each sitting on opposite sides of the vent. They were red with black spots. I noticed that the one on the left was male, and the one on the right was female. I kept going to sleep and waking up with them still being there. I was confused, I didn't think my air vent was right above my bed. I, however, accepted that it was.

I noticed the male going over to the female. He mated with her.
"Great," I thought, "that thing is going to lay eggs in my room."
I wondered how long it would take for that to happen. I remember calling my brother in at some point to show him the beetles.

Then, there were more beetles, some big, some tiny. They all looked different too; they were differend colors and such. I remember one being huge with a flat, white body with some light blue markings on it. All of the beetles were trying to mate with one another. A tiny one crawled into the back end of the big flat one. I then saw inside of the flat one; it was all mechanical. The tiny one was trying to implant something inside of it. I noticed that the tiny one had a human, female head.

Then, they all fell from the vent and turned into my friends. I remember one being Rachel. There was a reason for this, but I can't remember it. I knew they would eventually turn back, though. They all seemed dazed, but happy. They almost had a blissful, naive look. I then remember them being in the kitchen. Something about having to feed them.

Then, I remember being in my car, driving. It was pre-dawn, and I had left the house to drive around for some reason. I thought about me turning off the house's security system so I wouldn't set it off while leaving. I was in a really bad part of town. I saw a couple drunkenly fighting ouside a trailer. There was trash scattered all over the yards and the roads. I remember, at some point, being out of my car, but I knew I was in a horrible part of town, and was suddenly back in the car. I knew I needed to turn around.

~

I was at a hookah bar with some of my friends. We were in a foreign country. The sky looked like it might storm. I looked up, and saw a huge flock(?) of flying starfish. They were flying with their arms. They had their formation set up so the middle formed a big, empty star. They were keeping the star intact as they flew. I pointed them out to the friend that was with me. I knew that these creatures were native to where I was.

Then, we were inside with our waitress, who was seating us at the hookah bar. There were a few people there, but I noticed a little later that they had all left. We were then outside, getting seated. I remember my friends Kayla and Caitlin being there. They wanted to sit out there, but it was very windy, and the clouds looked ominous. We were moving tables around so we could fit everyone in. I remember Caitlin wanting to split a hookah with me, while the other people had their own hookah. I opted that we sit inside, because it looked stormy.

We went inside, but then I noticed we were still outside. There were many more of us now, I remember Brittany being there too. We moved again, and were finally inside. We were all sitting at our tables, which were pushed together to accomodate us. While we had only started out with 4 or 5 people, there were now 8 or 9. We got our hookah, which looked odd; it had two seperate parts sitting seperate of each other; the hose was attached to one part, and the water vase was completely seperate. Oh well, I thought, I guess that's how they do it here.

The hookah went around a couple of times (we were smoking tobacco, by the way). I was sitting by Brittany. She took a hit, and had the hose positioned weirdly, so the mouthpiece outlined part of her face. She passed it to me, and I took a hit. It was very hard for me to breathe in for some reason. I took another hit, and passed it. It went around again, and got to Brittany, and she laughed and said
"It's out! Hahaha...I knew that would happen. It's out!" I knew we should have gotten two hookahs.

Then, the clouds came down on us. The ceiling wasn't covered all the way, and some cloud leaked in. I took a huge chunk of it. It was like sunset clouds, colored orange and pink, and felt like cotton candy.

I must be dreaming! I got up and walked off, going outside. I saw a house that I wanted to enter. I walked in, and I knew the family inside only spoke Spanish. I told them they had a beautiful house. They seemed ok with me walking in. In fact, in their culture, they didn't care who walked in, the door was open to anyone. I walked around, admiring the royal blue tiled countertops and the rest of the house.

Then, I woke up. I didn't move, and went back to sleep.

I was lucid in the house again. I was scolded by one of the male family members for something, though I don't remember what. I think it had something to do with me coming into the house. I started to feel everything around me, feeling for the vividness. The refrigerator felt so real. So did the beautiful countertops. I touched everything around me.

Then, I woke up again.

~

I was on the computer, and Austin wanted to come pick me up for lunch. He said he was on his way. I told him to give me an hour, because I had to get ready or something.

Dream - Lucid - AP

I was at work. It was daytime. There was a customer in there being a giant douchebag to everyone. He turned out to be some super villian, kind of like The Penguin in Batman. I was trying to ignore his antics, when I spotted him trying to pick a fight with another customer by the door. I yelled
"Hey! HEY!"
He, and everyone else in the shop, got silent and stared at me. I continued to yell
"We don't treat each other like that here. If you're going to, then you can get the fuck out!"
I turned around and walked away, fuming. My voice had sounded a little hoarse, but I think he (and everyone else) got the point. People started clapping and cheering.

Then, I turned around, and the guy was vomitting on the carpet. He was doing it to be a douchebag again. He acted like he was actually sick. His vomit was green and vile-looking. I gagged.

Then, I saw one of my friends, Katie, walking in the parking lot towards the shop. She looked happy, and was walking a little dog. I turned to whoever I was standing next to and said
"How much you wanna bet Katie's gonna see that and throw up?"
Katie came in, saw the vomit on the carpet, and she gagged.

Then I remember talking to someone about how the villian was my neighbor, and my dad was a villian too, but he acted normal. It was weird. I talked about him going over to talk to the neighbor, and acting all normal about it, as if I didn't know what was going on.

Then, I felt myself transition into another dream. I then knew it was a dream. I was in the bonus room of my house, and decided to take charge of the dream, and try to get to Teraluna. I rubbed my hands together, and the dream got more vivid. I had never tried that before in a dream. I asked my dream guide, whom I still have yet to meet, to help me get to Teraluna. I started drawing a portal with my finger in midair. The edges didn't meet, so I had to fix it so the edges met. I tried to walk through it, and it got dark for a minute, but I was still in my house.

I then decided to try creating a portal on the wall. I thought that may be a bit easier. I drew a portal with my fingers, and touched it, concentrating on where I wanted to go. The portal rippled, then glowed with a white light. When the light disappeared, the portal was a golden door with intricate patterns carved into it. In the very middle, there was an eye. It looked like a real eye. I would compare it to a glass eye set in the middle of the door. I touched the top left corner of the door and concentrated on where I wanted to go. I then touched the eye.

The door didn't open, but I was then in the catacombs of some ancient Egytptian structure. There were other people there too, running around. There was also fast, Egyptian-style music playing. It was slmost kind of video game-esque.

Well, it's not Teraluna, but I decided to explore anyway. The room was dimly lit by torches on the wall. I ran through the bottom of this catacombs, and decided I needed to look the part. I looked down, and was wearing sandals on my feet, and Egyptian robes fluttered as I ran. Too awesome, I thought. Too awesome. I tried to enlongate my hair by feeling the ends and trying to imagine more hair, but for some reason, I couldn't do that.

I then remember seeing msyelf in a mirror. My robes were red and off-white. They were very flowy. I thought that was really neat, and I started to dance. I danced for a little bit, then decided to keep going.

I then remember being on a different floor of this catacombs-type place. I was looking over a balcony that went to the bottom floor. Things were a little more well-lit. On the bottom floor, I could see Chinese acrobats making a human pyramid. The floor down there was white. I decided to float down to the bottom. I felt like I was getting closer to my goal.

Then, I was standing in front of another door. I started to feel myself wake up. I did not want to, so I started to imagine myself on a beach on Teraluna, with the ocean spray in my face. Everything was black, as I felt the sensations I was imagining. I tried to open my eyes, but my real eyes started to open instead. I quickly shut them, and was then in small room with royal blue-tiled walls that had black markings in the middle of the tiles. It had tall ceilings. I saw a Coke machine on the left wall. Strange.

In the middle of the room stood Hyu. I walked up to him and gave him a hug. I looked at his face. It was so detailed. I looked into his eyes, and they were a very clear blue, almost turquoise. I started to see the glare in the corner of my vision, indicating that I was going to wake up. I did not want to again, and refused to by covering up the eye that the glare was coming from. The glare went away, and I was fully immersed in the dream again.
"You smell spooky"., said Hyu.
I told him that made sense, since I had been in the ancient Egyptian place. We continued to hug.
"Don't go nattin' on me.", he said, whatever that meant. I understood it to mean "Don't kiss me,"or something. I laughed and said he didn't have to worry about that. I was just happy to see him.

Then, I awoke. I could still feel us hugging.

~

I remember being at my old piano teacher's house. I then remember seeing some weird interstate exits, but they were only smaller, artistic models of them. They looked like slides with moving conveyer belts, and some blocks randomly placed on them. 2 girls slid down them, and hurt themselves as they hit the blocks that were in the middle of them.

I then remember seeing some old warehouse behind Goody's (clothes store). It was being advertised as a great place for kids to have birthday parties at, becuase you could put anything you wanted in them. I saw a skateboard ramp in there, and some arcade games.

Then, I walked around and saw my old friend, Alex, laying on a couch. he was wearing a grey sweat suit. I asked him if he was ok, and he said he had been sick. I told him to feel better, but instead of calling him Alex, I called him Dawson. I didn't realize my mistake until later, and I texted him and told him I was sorry for calling him the wrong name.

Then, I woke up in a car. I looked at my phone. it was it was 4 o'clock pm. I knew I was dreraming, because that was ridiculous. I got out of the car, and was in a city that was overlooked by hills. I approached a female DC who was walking down the street. I asked her a question, and she started to answer. Unfortunately, during her answer I woke up.

I quickly went back to sleep and re-entered the dream. I was still with the DC. Everything was black and white at first, then filled with color. I told the DC I was sorry, I was back, and she could continue talking. I remember flying at some point.

Then, I got distracted and lost lucidity and did who knows what till I woke up.

Dream - Lucid - AP

All I remember from this dream is that I was talking to two guys about shared dreaming, or something about dream interpretation. I was asking them some questions. I felt like they had some sort of authority on the subject.

~

I made some weird apple drink. It looked just like apple juice. I made it in one of the tall, clear glasses we use at work for our cold drinks. I put it in a bag to take with me wherever I was going. I thought the drink was going to taste amazing. I remember one of the ingredients being apple cider vinegar. When I got to where I was going (can't recall where that was), I took the drink out of my bag. I looked at it, and thought that there was ice in it, when really, there wasn't. There were, however, croutons floating at the top of the glass.

I took a sip and immediately spit it out. It wasn't near as delicious as I thought it was going to be. It almost tasted like warm, sweet pickle juice. I tried it again, and spit it out. Another girl was next to me, and said something about the drink.

Then, I was outside somewhere. I was with my friend from work, Nate. We went down this path that went down a hill, and came across this bicycle. It was purple and flowery. Nate said he was going to take it. He took it, then went home.

Then, my boss found me at the bottom of the hill. She asked me something about Nate stealing a bike. I said I was there for it, but I wasn't going to go get it from him or turn him in. She got really upset with me; I think she suspended me from work. I didn't care though; I didn't want Nate to get in trouble.

Then, I remember trying to find Nate. I found his house. There was a pick-up truck parked outside in a gravel driveway. I remember being very happy to see Nate. I told him about my boss.

~

I was with my family, and we were going on a vacation. I think we were in the Bahamas. At any rate, I know we were on an island. We were staying in a little vacation home at the edge of the island. We were standing on the beach outside the home. There was a man with us, showing us around and showing us the vacation home. He told us to be careful at night if we were going out, because the wolves came out at night. I remember pondering how people even went out at night there because of that.

Then, I remember being inside the vacation home, close to the front door. It was nighttime, and my mom opened the door from outside. She was trying to get me to help her fight off this wolf that had followed her to the door. At that moment, the wolf bounded through the door, and jumped on me. He had me pinned against the wall. I was pretty scared. I remember feeling his gray fur against my hands, as I tried to push him off. I remember feeling his weight against me, and how heavy and bulky he felt. I don't remember who got the wolf off of me, but someone did.

Then, I remember my old friend/an ex, Jake, being there. I told him about the wolves. A lot of the time he was there, I remember him acting childish and pouty. I don't remember much else about him being there though.

~

I was outside, in what looked like my old high school's courtyard. It was very cloudy and windy outside. Kacey was with me. I had a binder in my hands, and was holding it above my head. This was causing me to float through the air when the wind blew under it. Kacey had a balloon, and was using that to do the same thing. She told me to try it. I got a balloon, and floated around with Kacey as the wind blew us. We were laughing and having a great time, as the wind would take us high into the air, and then back down.

Then, I had to go back inside to take a Data Analysis test (this class is on my mind a lot, apparently). I entered the classroom, and it was HUGE, way bigger than my actual Data Analysis classroom. There were also many, many more people, and two professors were teaching it, as opposed to one. I remember one of them being an older man with gray hair. He was going bald. All of the tables and seats in the classroom were white.

I sat down in the back of the classroom to take the test. I thought I had been very prepared, but as I took the test, I didn't feel near as confident as I thought (this actually happened a few days ago in waking life, though not to this extreme of an extent). I was one of the first ones done, so I got up and left. I went into the hallway to find my balloon, but it was gone. I tried to get another one from someone. They gave it to me, but I went back into the classroom and left it, hoping that it would still be there when I returned.

Everyone was still sitting down, even though many were done with the test. I figured I probably needed to stay as well. I went back to my seat. There was a black woman sitting next to me. She was still working on her test. My test was still sitting in front of me. There was a stack of tests in the middle of the table we were sitting at. I started to compare my answers to some of the answers on the test on the top of the stack. Hmm...mine seemed way off. I also didn't remember doing the last extra credit problems that everyone else had filled out. I looked, and I had done them. Whew. I then saw other people had the plus/minus sign next to a lot of their answers. Shit, I meant to do that, but forgot. I then was trying to remember if there was a question about confidence intervals, because I thought that was supposed to be on the test. I put my test on the top of the stack, turning it over first so no one could see the answers. Well, that didn't work, because apparently, I had done my test in red pen, and it had bled through to the other side. The black lady sitting next to me asked me if the last problem was way off. She drew a half of a box around my bottom answer in red pen to indicate what she was talking about. I shrugged.

Then, the tests were taken up. We all had to stand up and listen to the old man professor talk. There were boxes of cinnamon rolls in some of the seats around us (and yet again, work creeps into my non-work related dream). The boxes were a clear turquoise/teal-ish color. A girl next to me opened one of the boxes, and broke a piece off of a cinnamon roll, and snuck it in her purse. I thought about doing the same; I started to open a box, but decided not to at the last minute. I then thought that since she had done it, others that saw her would follow suit, as that is only human nature. I then saw a few other people doing the same thing.

We were filing out of the classroom, and there were balloons people were taking. I wanted one, but by the time I got up to where they were, they had all been taken. My other one was also gone. Bummer.

Dream - Lucid - AP

I know I had some long dreams last night, but I can only recall a fragment of one. Stress is killing my recall.

EDIT: I remembered part of another one! Yay!

I was on some rocky mountainside with tons of other people. It almost felt like we were all Native American. I remember there were lots of men with dark skin and no shirts wearing nothing but loincloths. There were women there too. There was a king at the top of the mountain.

There were levels of the mountain too, and depending on where you were sitting on the mountain had to do with how close you were with the king. I was located in the middle on the right side.

Every so often, we'd all have to duck and get under these pillows, blankets, and big wooden shields, because herds of buffalo would stampede over us. It was a fatal experience for many. I remember ducking under my assortment of shielding objects a few times in the dream, because the buffalo were stampeding over us. I was always worried about dying. A lot of the times when they'd come though, they would avoid me. Sometimes though, I'd feel them trample me, but it felt like nothing more than someone dropping a small rock on my back.

Then, I was located far up the mountain on the left side, very close to the king. In fact, I was pretty much right next to him. I was under the assumption that this meant no buffalo would trample me. I was with very few people on the top of the mountain. Then, the buffalo came again, and I had to duck. Again, I was not killed or hurt.

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I was getting ready for some marching band thing. I was putting the under part of my uniform on. I was going to wear this one summery tank top I had under it (the one I'm wearing in my profile pic). It was folded up in a pile of folded clothes. I picked it up and decided to wear something else under it, since the tank top was something I always wore under it and it probably didn't smell very good because I hadn't washed it between wears. I picked up another shirt, similar to one I just bought in waking life. It's off-white with flowy short sleeves. I put it on, and noticed it was a little too big. Someone commented on the shirt.

Then, I was going to play in a clarinet trio, I think for school (similar to a waking life event from high school). My friends Leigh and Rachel were playing in it with me. I thought that the people listening would assume we were all great, star players since we were performing in a recital setting.

Dream - Lucid - AP

The only thing I remember from this dream is looking at the dream journals page here on DV and seeing that I had 122 DJ entries.

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I was at my house, and my car got stolen by Dr. T, a customer who comes into the coffee shop in waking life (he's a professor in his 40's who is constantly cheating on his wife with his students). He was with someone, I think it was his dog. The dog was in the passenger's side seat.

Anyway, I was pissed off. I knew it was him who stole it because my car had two antennas and two sun roofs (my car has neither in waking life). He had done something to it to make it like that. I remember seeing him drive it away a few times in the dream.

I was then in a restaurant, Cracker Barrel I think, and I saw a group of guys that are about my age. I started yelling at them about the car. Then, I saw Dr. T. He was at a bar in the restaurant. I demanded my car back from him. He told me to sit with him at the bar. I was thinking that was a little iffy, knowing his history with women my age, but I did it anyway. I sat down on the barstool next to him. He ordered a drink, and I got one too. I just sipped on mine very slowly, so I wouldn't get drunk and my inhibitions wouldn't fly out the window. It was clear and tasted like very weak vodka. He started to tell me how pretty he thought I was, and how he would think about me in my underwear and that he had seen me change clothes. Apparently, he lived either very close to me or in my parents house in the dream. I pictured him watching me change through my window. Ew. After he said all that, I responded
"That's...interesting."
I turned away and I knew I was blushing. I knew I had to be careful with my responses and reactions so as not to make him think I was interested. Strangely enough, I wasn't angry with him anymore. I was calmly listening to him talk, even though it made me uncomfortable. I felt like he was being genuine and nice.

Dr. T finished his drink, and I dumped the rest of mine (I had barely had any) into his cup and said
"Well, I hope you were finished with that." The bartender cleaned up after us.

We then got in my car. He was driving. I think he was taking me back to my house.

Dream - Lucid - AP

My classmates were going on a trip to London, but I wasn't able to go for some reason. I remember Rachel and Stephen being two of the people going. I remember something about the airplane, and them being very excited about the trip. I don't remember being very disappointed that I couldn't go, since I'd already been.

~

I was in the basement of my house, but it was my dream house, not my real one (we don't have a basement in waking life). Ryan was with me. We were walking around in the basement, and I noticed tons of clutter everywhere, and I thought about my dad having to keep everything (in waking life my dad has to keep EVERYTHING, so our attic is very cluttered).

In waking life, my dad also used to own an aquarium store, and we used to have lots of fish. He has a lot of aquariums up in our attic. In the dream, I noticed all of the aquariums were full of fish. They were very vivid and well-lit. Ryan and I walked up to one, and I saw a purple and yellow fish, one that looked like one we had in waking life when I was very young that used to "kiss" the glass. I had named him Crunchy. I said to Ryan
"Look! That's what Crunchy used to look like!", but I slurred some of my words and corrected myself. I made a comment about how I couldn't talk that day for some reason. The fish went up and kissed the glass.

Then, I remember talking to my mom about Christianity. We started to argue. She was trying to get me to go to church again.

Then, I was on campus at my college. I had no idea how I had gotten there. I was sitting in a statistics class in the psychology/sociology building next to Blake, a guy I knew growing up. He was apparently my boyfriend. I was very confused as to how and when that happened, but I accepted it. I thought I must had been in some sort of accident that affected my memory. He was very lovey and touchy with me, calling me baby and putting his arm around me.

Then, I remember walking to some HUGE, very tall dumpsters that were next to one of the buildings across the road. They were full of dirty laundry. I saw a little black boy dressed up like a superhero playing around in one of them, but he disappeared into it. I vividly remember seeing a dirty white towel hanging out of one of the dumpsters. I tossed my bag of dirty laundry into one of the dumpsters, the same one I saw the little boy playing around in.

I was then back in the stats class, when a voice over the loudspeaker announced
"Krista, please come to room 7__(it was seven-hundred something, I can't remember the exact number)."
I felt like I had heard my name, but I kind of ignored it. Blake was next to me and said
"They're calling you.", so both of us got up to search for this room. I found it, and a man showed me a surveillance video of me hitting the little black boy with my bag, which was no longer laundry, but garbage, when I tossed it into the dumpster. I had no idea I had hit him. It showed him flying out of the dumpster. I heard his cries. I then saw a close up of a girl, his sister I think, cradling him in her arms inside the dumpster. I wondered why they were even in the dumpster in the first place. I told the man I didn't know I had hit him. He said alright. I remember my mom being there at some point. I also remember thinking I shouldn't be missing stats, because I'd get way behind.

Then, as Blake and I were walking out the door, the boy's father gave me a $5 bill as an apology for thinking I did it on purpose or something. Someone behind me said "It's a hard gift to accept." I gave Blake the bill, and then decided I couldn't accept it. Blake kept the $5 and gave me a $1, and I gave it back to the man and said I couldn't accept the money. He took it and didn't seem to notice it was a $1 bill and not a $5 bill.

Then, Blake and I were walking on campus again. We stopped, and he started talking about how he lived with his girlfriend, but didn't have the heart to break up with her, even though he wasn't happy and that he loved me. He said something about me being a very pretty girl. I told him that he needed to make himself happy first, even if it meant hurting the girl.

We were then at his house, and his girlfriend and younger sister (he doesn't have a younger sister in waking life. I was confused about the fact that he had one in the dream, but I just accepted it). His younger sister had long, black hair. I don't remember what the girl he lived with looked like. They were playing some game involving what I think was a house of cards. I was trying to be helpful and help them with what they were doing. They were indifferent about it. I then sat in Blake's lap and he cuddled me and called me baby, even though he was right in front of his girlfriend. She didn't seem to care.

Dream - Lucid - AP

Last night before I went to sleep, I meditated for awhile, maybe half an hour. First, I meditated on my MILD mantra ("I will become lucid"), then, on peace of mind.

I was in my family's driveway at dusk. Chris, an ex and one of my best friends, was there, and so was my dad. My mom may have been there too. My dad was videotaping me dancing and playing in the driveway.

All the sudden, everyone is gone but me, and the garage doors are shut, with the left one being open just a teeny bit, enough room for one of the cats to get in under. I'm not sure how, but I got into the garage. I think I came through the back door, and then entered the garage.

This scene was very, very vivid, more vivid than most of the dreams I've had lately. The garage seemed to be a bit bigger and spacier than usual, and Chris was in there, standing next to one of the cars. He was dressed in all white, his shirt being a long-sleeved white thermal shirt with a light blue design on the front, and I think he was wearing white cargo pants. I thought the scene was weird for some reason...and then I figured it out.

Chris and I haven't talked in months. We don't even live anywhere near each other. This has to be a dream! I got excited, but not enough to wake me up. I started to talk to Chris. I was careful, however, not to just blurt out "This is a dream! I'm dreaming!", because that seems to dumbfound my DCs. Instead, I said something along the lines of
"Chris! This is awesome. This is such a wonderful experience!", to which he replied, much to my surprise,
"Yeah, it's a dream!", something to that effect.
I was shocked that he knew it was a dream, but in a good way. How awesome! Then, I said
"Let's fly!"
I started to float upwards, but for some reason, I couldn't take off. Chris started to float too, and was surrounded by this bright, white-blue outline around his body.
"Here, lift me up with you!", I said.
He took my hand, and started to pull me upwards. I thought to myself "This must be my dream guide, maybe he's taking the form of Chris for some reason...". I've never had a DC help me with anything while lucid.

Then, we went through the ceiling, and this very vivid music started to play. It sounded like the opening to a 1950's adventure film, with violins and such, like an orchestra. Also, everything was black, save for the most vivid hypnogogic imagery I've ever seen in my life. I was tunneling through vivid, colorful geometric shapes. Yellows, blues, greens, you name it. I felt like the dream must be over, but I didn't wake myself up. The whole time, I was still hearing the music, as vivid as can be. I also started to feel like I was laying on my family's bonus room couch for some reason.

Then, as I concentrated, I started to feel my body in sleep paralysis. There was an intense buzzing sensation. I concentrated it to my head, and it came to my head in intense waves, making my ears buzz. I then started to sit up out of my body. I got this image of a girl's astral body sitting up out of her physical body, and a male voice commented on it, describing it as "the female astral body". I got too excited, and went back into my body, and woke up, thinking that I must have been asleep for hours, when really, it had only been about and hour to an hour and a half.

~

I had a fragment about Ryan texting me, and calling me his fiance, but he was trying to be goofy and spelled it weird and spaced out the word (it was something like "fiz on ce"). I was very excited that he called me his fiance.

~

I was at the coffee shop I used to work at before it went out of business. It had reopened, and the restaurant that had taken its place had gone out of business. Looking through their walk-in fridge, I found a lot of the food they had left behind. It was nothing that we served.

I was then at the register with Kacey, and a lady with her young daughter ordered ice cream. Kacey got distracted by something, and I had to finish their order. I took big scoops of this very soft, delicious-looking ice cream and put it in a cone (maybe a cup?) for the little girl.

Then, it was the coffee shop I currently work at, and I was trying to explain to some customers at their table that we didn't have what they wanted, because of the business that had been there before, and we only had their food at the moment. I told them "It's a long story." I think we actually ended up finding what they wanted.

Dream - Lucid - AP

I remember my brother fixing me up with some dude that came over here from out of state (maybe out of the country? Can't recall). I never agreed to it, he just kind of did it without my approval. The guy was staying at our house, and was one of my brother's friends. My mom told me I needed to stop dating so much. I thought "I didn't even agree to this...my brother set it all up!" This all happened in my family's kitchen.

The next thing I remember is walking outside, and seeing a playground-type thing on the edge of the water of a lake. I thought to myself "Isn't that dangerous for the kids to have the playground in the water?" There was a wooden bridge leading out to it. I started walking on it. I remember a piece of the old, rotting wood cracked under my weight, but I kept going. I recall seeing two very big, gross spiders (I hate spiders in waking life). I didn't freak out too much, but just tried to avoid them. I remember one scuttling away.

~

I was in my family's kitchen again, writing a letter to someone, asking them what they thought my spirit animal was. I think this person was supposed to be an expert on deep dreaming-type things. I told him about the dreams I've had with dogs and bears (real dreams that I've had, not false memories). I don't remember ever receiving a reply, but throughout the dream, I kept thinking about my spirit animal, and whether or not it was a bear.

Totally missed that chance at becoming lucid . Oh well, it is what it is. Maybe next time.

Dream - Lucid - AP

I was at some sort of weird bar/night club. I think I was there for a pretty long time. I saw Katherine, and she was trying to approach me, and I was cautious about it. She was very drunk. She came up to me and started to calmly talk to me, though she was slurring her words. I saw her a few more times throughout the dream, but I can't remember many more details.

~

I was trying to look up summer classes to take, and I kept typing stuff in, like MATH2030, MATH2530, etc...and none of them were showing up on the list. The ones that did were closed. I was kinda irritated, because I need to graduate, and I need those classes to graduate.

Then, I met up with my very old friend, Jennifer, whom I rarely ever talk to any more in waking life, but we grew up together. We were walking around on campus, next to the stadium, when she told me she was worried she wasn't going to make all A's this semester. I told her she'd be fine. I knew she would be, she was always a straight-A student when we were growing up.

Then, we decided to go swimming. In waking life, she didn't know how to swim when we were younger, and this thought carried over into the dream. I decided that she must have learned somewhere along the way. We were going to go outside, but there was ice and snow on the ground, so we started discussing where some good indoor pools were. I suggested the YMCA, so that's where we went. We were sitting on the edge of the pool, looking at the water park-type structure in the pool. It looked like something you'd find on a playground. There was also this one structure that rose out of the pool every half hour or so for a few minutes. It had a slide on it, and, again, looked like something you'd find at a playground. It was supposedly the most fun thing there.

I was holding this small, gold key chain, and it had two key-type things on it, and a bigger, circular piece. I understood it to be some ancient Indian mood gauge. It would tell you how you were feeling, or something like that. There were two young Indian boys sitting next to me, and one of them showed me how to use the mood gauge. He flipped it one way, and he said that meant you were happy. Then he flipped it the other way, and he said that meant you were sad.

Then, I got in the pool. There was an underwater entrance to the structure. I was afraid to enter it, thinking I may run out of air while going to it. Looking at it though, that didn't seem like it would be a problem. The entrance was pretty close to the surface, and once you got under it, it was only a short trip to the surface. I still didn't enter it, despite my observations. I "remembered" being scared of that every time I had gone to the pool previously.

At some point, I did go on the structure with the slide that rose out of the pool every half hour.

~

I was at work, and I was at the register. There was a line, but there was one lady who was standing right in front of me, behind the register. I was confused; was she a new employee? What was she doing behind the counter? She then started to ask me about our milk, and if we use the same brand of milk consistently. I told her no, but we try to stay as consistent as we can. We just buy what our providers have at the time. She said something about her boyfriend in the car, and that she needed to tell him that.

Dream - Lucid - AP

All I remember is that I was with Ryan, and we were in a movie theater somewhere. There was an autistic boy with his father sitting behind us. The boy had red hair, glasses, and a dark red plaid felt shirt on. We were traveling around an area. Ryan was trying to help me understand or see something, and I think it had to do with the boy and his father. I remember him explaining the situation to me.

I know the dream was very long, but I can't remember many details. They are very blurry.

Dream - Lucid

I'm at my house, and the weather is getting stormy. I remember the weather channel saying that it wasn't supposed to get too bad, but it is getting pretty turbulent. There is supposed to be a tornado. My family wonders where they should go, and I tell them to go into the coat closet downstairs, where we usually go. We all herd into the closet. I realize that I need to get some things out of my room, so I go upstairs and grab my purse and a couple of other things. It's kind of dark upstairs. I go back down into the closet. I look out the window before we shut the closet door, and I see a small tree about to get snapped in half by the wind. My mom tells us to all duck down and cover our heads, like my brother learned in school. We all duck down, and my family starts to pray out loud (very reminiscent to real-life events of about 7-8 years ago).

I woke up after this dream all scrunched up, when I had fallen asleep on my back.

I turn over to go back to sleep, and I start having extremely vivid auditory hypnogogia of the sound of coins hitting each other, as if I were counting down my drawer at work. Then, I have some hypnogogia of me observing people at work, and Jessi, a girl I work with, drops a glass and breaks it. The sound of breaking glass was so vivid, I snapped out of my half-asleep stage, and panicked for a minute, thinking someone broke into the house.

~

I was not myself. I was a teenage boy, and I had two girlfriends who didn't know about one another. I remember being in my waking life car, driving around. I woke up in the back seat, and my waking life purse was being stolen. I also remember being at a baseball park.

~

I was at school, I think it was supposed to be college. I'm in a "social studies" class, and three professors are teaching, one woman and two men. They are VERY liberal, and teach by acting out some sort of skit. They are trying to convince us to see something from their point of view.

Then, I was at home, eating ravioli. It was delicious and hot. My brother is in the kitchen too. I asked him for some butternut squash ravioli that he had been eating, because I had to compare the two for my class. I think they were trying to convince us that the squash ravioli tasted better. My brother gave me some of the leftover squash ravioli. It was a little colder than room temperature because it had been in the refrigerator, and had very little flavor. I concluded that I liked the real, meaty ravioli better.

Then, I was standing in the quad outside the library of my college. There were trees in the middle of the quad. It was very bright and sunny, and I was very, very hot. I was trying to find shade under the trees. I was smoking a cigarette. A bigger guy with red hair and facial hair resembling someone I know in waking life came up to me and told me something about him and his friends smoking 10 baggies of weed. I laugh loudly and say "I bet!". Then, another guy comes up to me. He looked kind of "ghetto". He had short, dark brown hair, a white basketball tank with light blue lining around the sleeves, and to top it all off, one of his front teeth was gold. His teeth were bad also. He asked me "What's so funny about weed anyway?". Then, I saw my dad standing in his running clothes with a huge, warm smile on his face.

I then woke up and my room felt like a freakin sauna. No wonder I was trying to find shade. o_o

Also, sorry for the switch in tenses. Some dreams are just easier for me to record in present tense for some reason.

Dream - Lucid

I was at work, serving some special coffee drink to a table.

~

I was telling someone about the above dream, I think it was my mom, and she thought it was “wild”.

~

I was working with my friend/coworker Tori. The lights weren’t on in the coffee shop. A couple that frequents the shop came in, and the woman asked me if we still had the special that was on the board. I turned around to see what the special even was, and it said “piggys in a blanket”. I told her to hold on, and I’d go check. I went and asked Tori, and she said yes, we still had it, and showed me where the “piggys in a blanket” were. I told the lady we had them, so that’s what she ordered. I got the little link sausages wrapped in crescent rolls out of this small box, and put 6 of them on a plate. I couldn’t decide whether to give her 5 or 6 though. I finally decided on 5, and put one of them back.

~

I was in a building at my college, the old gym, with my brother. A girl I’ve known since middle school, Amanda, was there. Apparently, she had never really liked me. I wanted to know why, so before we left the building, I demanded that she tell me why she had never liked me. She told me to hold on, she was going to use the bathroom, but she’d tell me when she got out.

As soon as she went into the bathroom, a big, light blue neon sign appeared on the wall close to the ceiling that said “Emotions” in cursive. It lit up the room. Apparently, this was normal for her, and I told my brother that. I “remembered” that, usually, it would immediately go away and be replaced by another neon sign, this time red, that said “try harder” in cursive.

Amanda finally came out of the bathroom, and the sign did something new. It turned white and said “please wait”, again in cursive. Then, it changed again, and said something along the lines of “congratulations”. Amanda was overjoyed, because she had always gotten the “try harder” sign, no matter what. I cried tears of joy for her, I was so happy. She hugged me and thanked me for being such a good friend. I was overcome with emotion. I told her how happy I was for her. I looked at her face, and it was covered in scratches and bruises, but she still looked so happy. I left with my brother, still crying tears of joy. I then explained to my brother that, usually, when the “try harder” sign appeared, enemies popped out and she had to fight them off. I “remembered” when this had happened in high school.

When I woke up, I still felt like crying, it was intense.

~

I was in a giant warehouse. A customer from the coffee shop, a man who constantly cheats on his wife with pretty young female students (he’s an anatomy teacher at my college) in waking life, was there. He had a huge tattoo-type thing on his leg that said “FAMILY” in black lettering, though I hesitate to call it a tattoo, because it was like it was a part of him internally. It’s weird, it was like engraved into him.

I was supposed to kill him. I had been spying on him for a lot of the dream, and I somehow injected a slow-acting acid into him. I tracked the progress of the acid by watching his “tattoo”. I noticed the acid filling up the letters, and eating away at the “Y” of “FAMILY”. He didn’t notice it at first.

At some point, I talked to his wife, and discussed all of this stuff with her. She was kind of in on it, but reluctantly, because she loved him.

I finally saw the acid take full effect. I saw him bleeding profusely on the floor, in agony and pain. I felt horrible. I cried. Then, I knew I had to shoot him. But then, he had a gun. He was suddenly up off the floor, and was pointing the gun at me. He looked crazy, like he had gone completely mad. I was terrified, and tried to wish a force field around me, to protect me from the bullets, because I was dreaming.

Wait, I’m dreaming! The bullet came out of the gun, but when it hit me, it felt like a pebble bouncing off of my body. I examined my hands to steady to dream and induce clarity. I told the guy it was a dream, and he looked pretty happy about it. He smiled, and his outfit changed to this white and red suit. I turned around and saw a bunch of computers. Most of the screens were black, and had random letters and numbers on them. I tried typing in “Access Krista’s memories”, but nothing happened.

I was so excited to be in an LD, I couldn’t remember any of the goals I had set. I decided to, of course, fly. I blasted through the ceiling, and flew into the night. I felt a little unsteady, but I overcame it quickly. I flew over The Avenue, an outdoor shopping complex in my town. I decided to check out The Icing, a Claire’s-type jewelry store. There were a few people in there, but not many. I saw a pair of pretty, dark blue dangly earrings, and took them (stealing isn’t something I’d ever do in waking life, no idea why I decided to do it in the dream). I put them on, and flew out of the store. Then, I remember being on the ground again, and trying to will a hand-held mirror into my hands so I could see the earrings. Nothing happened. Then, for some reason, I tried to will fire to appear in my hands. All I got was smoke. In all my excitement of the LD, I had forgotten that verbal commands are what work best for me when I’m lucid, I suppose. I took off into the air again.

Then, I "woke up" in my mom’s car, and it was morning. We were driving, but I’m not sure where. I looked at the digital clock in the car, and it said it was 9:17. Crap! I had a 9:10 class, and I had missed it. I asked my mom what happened, and got no reply. All she told me was that I needed to take off my atrocious earrings.

Huh? I still had the earrings from my LD, only now they were bunches of blue, dangly bells. I started to get upset with myself for stealing them. Then, I thought about class again, and my brother asked me what I was going to do about that. I told him I didn’t know, and started recording my dream in my dream journal.

Then, I woke up for real, in plenty of time for class.

I'm usually excited to be LDing, but for some reason, the excitement this time was really intense. So intense that I couldn't remember any of my LD goals I have set.

I also seem to end up in a lot of giant warehouse-type places before I become lucid, or sometimes after. Hmm...very interesting.