Krista's Dream Journal

Dream - Lucid

I fell asleep and found myself in a mix between my current house and one I lived in briefly as a child. It was daytime outside according to the lighting in the room. I think I was in my room, but it looked different. I immediately knew I was dreaming. I examined my hands so I wouldn't get too excited and wake up. I then remembered my most recent lucid goal: To confront JP about being in so many of my dreams. I started to call out his name, trying to get him to appear, but he didn't. I kept looking at my hands to keep the dream from fading.

I kept losing the dream and then going back into it (it's been awhile since I've been lucid), but I regained lucidity each time this happened, and I would remember my goal as well. Every time I'd "wake up" somewhere else in the house, and I'd start to call JP.

I finally ended up somewhere that didn't look like the house anymore, but I think it was still supposed to be. I was standing in front of some stairs, and I called on JP. A man in a suit then appeared on the stairs, but he didn't look like JP; his skin was a bit darker, and he looked older. He didn't say a word and kept a strange, small smile on his face as he walked up the stairs.

Regardless of his strange looks, I treated him as if he were JP. I forcefully asked him something along the lines of "what are you doing here?" or "why are you in so many of my dreams?", but he kept on just walking up the stairs with his little smile, staying silent the whole time. Things then started to get blurry, and I tried to examine my hands to keep the dream, but I, again, lost it.

I then "woke up" somewhere else, I'm not sure where, but wherever I was, I decided to try to fly since its been so long. I took off into a blue sky dotted with clouds. Below me was green grass and trees with lush, green leaves. At a certain height I felt a little resistance, but that's normal for my flying dreams; I was glad to even be flying at all since I haven't had many LDs lately.

As I was flying, I passed by some kind of tiny flowers, and I reached out to touch them.

That's all I remember from that one, though I know there was a bit more to it than what I can recall.

~

I was in my bedroom, but, of course, it looked different than my actual bedroom. I was talking to someone on the phone, or myself, I'm not sure, but I was worried that the sound would carry through this weird window in my wall that went into the hallway, and my mom would hear my conversation. Later on, she said she didn't hear me, but I knew for a fact that the sound carried extremely well into the hall; I even heard my own voice coming from my room when I was out there.

It's been awhile since I've posted, but I'm gonna try to start keeping up with this thing again. I've had a lot going on in my life lately, but things have slowed down enough (for now) for me to start focusing on dreaming again.

Dream - Lucid

I was in my parents' bedroom at my house in my hometown, but they weren't there. I think Jake was there. I looked down and I didn't have any legs; they were cut off a little below the knee (this seems to be a recurring theme lately; I've dreamed I was in danger of losing my feet, or seeing other people with amputated legs, always right below the knee). How was I walking? This would have been an awesome opportunity to become lucid, but I haven't had regular LDs for awhile now, so I'm kinda out of practice.

Anyway, I remembered that Virginia, my old manager, had my legs. She also had some guy's arms. She was using them to hold up the frame of a window in my parents' bathroom. I saw one of them, propped with the foot facing upwards, holding up the window (yes, this was very strange and unnerving, even in the dream). Virginia was there also. I asked her for my legs back, and she seemed happy, almost eager, to give them to me. I then looked down, and they were both reattached. I reached behind my knees with my hands, and felt a raised scar on each of them at the area they had been reattached. The area was also very tender; I felt a slight pain when I touched them. Other than the scar, though, they were seamlessly attached; unless you saw the scars, you would have no idea anything had ever happened.

And that's really all I remember. I need to get my recall back up to where it was before life interfered. -_-

Dream - Lucid

I was at my house in the playroom. I was looking at my left foot. I pushed the top middle of it, right under my middle toe, and it opened to show wires and mechanics; my foot was mechanical. (think Will Smith’s arm in I, Robot).

Apparently, the reason I had a mechanical foot, was because Jason had one. I talked to him on the phone about it at some point. I don’t remember if it was through text or actually talking on the phone.

I then remember talking to my mom about it. She was asking me if she was sure that was a good idea. And I kept backing it up saying it was a good idea.

Jason did tell me that he had lost the feeling in his foot after awhile. I noticed that my mechanical foot wasn’t as sensitive as my real foot. I didn’t think it was a huge deal.

~

I was watching a movie about a female high school student who posed as a teacher. It was a comedy, kind of like Easy A or something. The girl had straight, short/medium length dark brown hair, and glasses. She had an accomplice, her friend, who was helping her cover it up. I kept seeing them get in the accomplice’s car and go places.

I think she finally got caught.

I then remember talking to my mom about the movie. I’m not sure where we were, but we were in a room somewhere. In the middle of talking to her, I had the realization that I was dreaming. I smiled, and looked at my mom and told her this was a dream, and I got the same look most DCs give me when I mention that. I ran past her.

I examined my hands to keep the dream stable. I also yelled
“Stabalize!”, which successfully stabilized my dream.

I went by a dried up potted plant sitting on a counter. I touched the leaf and it felt so real and vivid. I love it when that happens.

Then, I remember being upstairs. I was in a room that looked similar to the bonus room. I wanted to go somewhere else; to get out of the house and fly outside. I tried to tear up the ceiling, but only saw insulation.

I then spotted a dark blue wall with I think yellow stars on it; it almost looked like it was wrapped in wrapping paper. I started to tear it up, trying to find something or somewhere new. It came off in big blocky chunks, and just looked the same underneath as it did on the surface.

I woke up in sleep paralysis. I kept still and let it buzz until I went back into the dream. When my mind was sure I was dreaming, a voice in my head said
“Action!”

I then effortlessly floated from my body in my bed. I was then close to my body’s head, and looked down and saw my body. It was laying on its back, and its eyes were open wide; it looked so frightened. I gently stroked its head of messy hair. I felt compassion for the body lying there.

I examined my hand to try to stabilize the dream, and it worked for a second, but I then lost it.

Again, I woke up in sleep paralysis, and the same scenario repeated, and I again heard
“Action!”

I then was in a room. I wanted to fly, but it had been so long that it was proving to be difficult; I felt held down by gravity. I fought the heavy feeling in my legs, and took off through the ceiling and into this crazy cloud world. The hues of the clouds were grey and blue, and there were all these colorful floating structures; it reminded me of a Super Mario Galaxy world.

I was a little unsure of the flying at first, but I then felt like I was riding a current, and it got so much easier. I rushed by all these crazy floating structures, some that were swinging back and forth. I was smiling and laughing, saying
“I’m dreaming! I’m dreaming!!”

Dream - Lucid

I was in a river in a canyon, surrounded by rock walls. The sky was grey. I want to say I was in Oregon. The water was pretty shallow, but it was moving pretty fast; some of it looked like white waters. There was a girl with me, and there were other people around as well.

I remember also telling someone that I had Gyrados (a Pokemon) at home. I was worried about moving to a top floor apartment because the water that he required would leak through the floor. Weird.

I got into the river. I felt the water rush around me; I was about waist deep. I was going to climb over one of the rock walls to the other side of the river. This girl that was with me was being so annoying. She kept telling me everything to do, what I was doing wrong, etc. It was really pissing me off.

I got to the wall and started to climb. The rocks were damp, dark grey, and mossy. I wasn’t afraid of the climb at all, surprisingly. In fact, I discovered that I loved to climb, and it came to me very easily.

I got to the top, and the girl was still being annoying. I can’t remember what I did; in all honesty, I think I just ignored her, or maybe I told her to be quiet. Anyway, I climbed to the bottom the same way I did the top. I got in the water, which was rushing very fast; the current was extremely strong.

I got in anyway. The water was a little deeper on this side of the wall. I saw other people in it, families even, who were not getting swept away because they were on the outskirts of the river in the more shallow parts. I started to get carried away, but I saved myself before I got swept too far. I fought the current and made it back to the wall.

~

I was at my house, in my room. The lights weren’t on in my room, and it was grey outside. I think Leslie was there with me. I had all these pets...tons of cats and a dog. They were all kept in the playroom where I keep my cat in waking life.

I went out into the hallway, and there were 3 identical orange, fluffy cats there. All of their names were Ginger, except for one, who I called Ginger White (why I have no idea…the cat was all orange just like the others). One was in the middle of the hallway, the other right behind it and to the right, and the last by the door.

I went back in my room, and the phone rang. I answered it, and heard a small voice on the other end. I asked who it was, and they said
“Ginger White!”
“Oh! I couldn’t tell it was your voice!” I said back. I can’t remember what else was said specifically.

Weird. My cat called me.

I then went in the playroom. The dog in there was in the brown laundry basket beside the door to the game closet. He was a short haired small-medium sized dog with brown fur. He was jumping up and down, trying to get out of the basket, which also had some dirty laundry in it. I brought him some food and water.

Then, I went downstairs into the living room, and there was a mother cat in a cat bed with lots of kittens. The cat bed was sitting on the far end of the couch on the arm. They were so cute! Some of their ears were flat, like the Scottish Fold breed of cat. They were dark grey with black stripes.

I laid on my stomach on the couch and started taking pictures with my phone of the cats. I kept trying to zoom in and out, trying to get the best angle I could. Every picture I took was pretty good, but it wasn’t perfect like I wanted. The mother cat was being very good and looking at the camera every time I tried to snap a picture. I kept thinking about how photogenic she was.

Dream – Lucid

I was in my kitchen, sitting in a chair by the fridge. Jarrod was there, and so was my mom; she was sitting at the kitchen table. I was about to talk to Jarrod about some things, just about the way things ended with us. He sat with me, and my mom started to talk to Jarrod, trying to explain to him what was going on with him and I. I was getting frustrated with her because she was hogging the conversation; I was afraid that Jarrod would leave. I kept trying to tell my mom to stop talking, but she kept on going. Jarrod got up to get some water, and I thought he was leaving, and I told him to not leave yet. He went to the cabinet to get a glass for some water. I think my mom left or shut up after this.

Jarrod and I went into the living room and I sat on the couch. He laid down on top of me, and he asked if I still liked him. I pondered for a second on how to answer this, and said

“Is it possible to still like someone, but know that it’s never going to work?”

He agreed that it was, and we kissed. It was very strange. I guess he must have felt the same way. We talked a little bit more, but I can’t remember what all was said.

Dream – Lucid

I was with some people from work. I remember for sure that Bart was there, and so was this guy that works next door at the Music and Arts Center. We were getting ready to go to some water park party thing that was only supposed to be for celebrities. The guy from Music and Arts was supposed to be serving there or something.

We get into the party and walk around. The park is huge. It was evening. I don’t remember any specific celebs being there, but there were some people there. It wasn’t super crowded.

As we walked, I remember seeing a tiki hut like structure that we walked under. I also remember approaching and talking to Music and Arts guy as he was working. He was only wearing swimming trunks. I want to say they were red. I remember feeling happy and a little nervous to talk to him, since he's kinda cute.

We then were about to enter a part of the park where we couldn’t wear clothes, just bathing suits. Bart, some others that I can’t remember, and I found a place where people had set all their personal items and clothing. They were all just sitting on the ground next to beams supporting some structure. I started to take my clothes off, and noticed I was wearing an
extremely skimpy bikini, which was white with red lining the edges with a red flower on one of the breasts.

~

I was seeing an overview what looked like the world where Obi Wan fought Darth Vader in Episode III of Star Wars, though it looked more colorful. I knew they were supposed to battle soon.

I was then by a building standing on some rock. Jason was with me. It looked like dusk on the planet we were on. There were these machines lifting hot metal beams out of the molten metal covering most of the planet, which was sectioned out into different colors. The colors were darker hues of purple, red, blue, and I think green, though I can’t remember the green for certain. There were small metal platforms where the machines would place the hot metal beams. Jason was standing very close to one, and a machine started to quickly move a metal beam towards it. I told him to watch out, and he ran right before it hit him. That happened again and grazed his head, but nothing more.

Then, as a big metal box frame was being pulled out, I realized I was dreaming. As I realized this, I knew nothing could hurt either of us. I ran up to Jason, smiling, and wanted to badly to tell him we were dreaming, but for some reason, the words wouldn’t come out. It was like there was some mental block. I had my arms around his neck.

I then saw some other people, a group of 3 or 4, though I can’t remember who they were specifically. I wanted to tell them it was a dream too, but the same thing happened and I just didn’t do it, though I had run up to them to tell them.

I then headed towards the molten metal. I knew it wouldn’t hurt me, so I started to wade through it. It just felt kind of lukewarm. It was also pretty shallow, only going up midway past my ankles. I waded into different colors, wondering whether or not they would feel the same or warmer or cooler. I was a little scared of the orangey-red, because I thought it would be the warmest.

I also dodged some beams while I was in there.

I was then back where I started with Jason. I told him we were going to go somewhere else. I decided on the beach. I put my arms around his neck and looked at him, and noticed I was looking at myself; like I was seeing myself from his POV or something, because I was seeing me from where he was standing. It was weird. I closed my eyes and thought of the
beach, only to wake up upon opening them. -_- So much for that.

~

I was outside my house in the front yard, and knew I was dreaming immediately. It was nighttime outside. I decided to fly. I flew up into the air, but could only go so high; I was having some trouble. I guess I hadn’t flown in awhile, maybe that had something to do with it. Anyway, I wanted to get on the roof of my house, but I couldn’t get high enough. I remember the house looking a little different, with elegant domes all over the roof.

I kept almost landing and having to “swim” through the air to get myself up higher. There was always the point, though, where I couldn’t get any higher. Ugh.

I flew towards the house and tried to grab on to the edge of the roof, but as I did, I woke up.

Dream - Lucid

I was in a room, I think I was asleep, or supposed to be. I think it was pretty messy. In the room with me was a very old woman, probably in her late 80’s to early 90’s, and she was very sad. She had a small pallet on the floor to sleep on, just a bunch of blankets and such. When I talked to her, she barely had any life in her. She was so old and weary, she just wanted to die. At the same time, I think she was afraid to die. Mostly though, she just wanted to be done on this Earth.

I went somewhere and came back, and she was talked to a younger man; a doctor. She seemed to perk up a little bit as they talked.

When I approached her again after the doctor had left, she seemed much happier; there was more life in her eyes now, and she was smiling. She explained to me what the doctor had told her; it had something to do with her not living much longer, but it was ok that she was still alive now. He had somehow gotten through to her. I was glad to see her happy.

Dream – Lucid

I was looking in the bathroom mirror. I think I was on vacation at the beach. Anyway, I noticed that the left side of my face was very red. I was trying to figure out why. I then thought about being on the beach all day. Maybe I hadn’t put on enough sunscreen? I kept looking and noticed the red was all over my face and all over my chest. I started being able to feel the tightness and pain associated with sunburn.

I looked at the counter by the sink, and it was super cluttered. There were little baskets of stuff everywhere. I noticed some aloe vera sitting in a couple of the baskets. I never picked it up.

I looked in the mirror as I turned out to walk towards the shower. I noticed numerous tattoos on my thigh. It looked like a cartoonified comic tattooed about the Power Puff Girls or something. It consisted of two frames. The background was pink.

I feel like there were more tattoos, but I can’t remember what.

Dream - Lucid

I was in my house, but it didn’t look like my house. I heard my mom talking to Jason about him proposing to me; talking
about the ring, etc. My back was turned to them, and they were in another room. She was saying things like

“Oh! That’s great!” and such.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I wasn’t ready marry him! I hadn’t even really been dating him or whatever for that long at all. I mean, I guess if he was going to ask me a little later, like in a few months or something, it might be a little different.

I asked my mom about it, and she seemed so excited about us getting engaged. I wanted to know when he was going to ask me, and she said

“Tonight!”

Oh God.

I contemplated what I was going to say when he asked me, and part of me wanted to say yes, but my better instincts said I should say no. I wasn’t ready for that, not by a long shot.

I then saw him. He walked in the room. The proposal was supposed to be a surprise, so I didn’t say anything. He looked a bit different than he does in waking life; older, a little more scruff, taller. He was smiling as he said hello to me. He seemed really happy

Then, I was in Dr. Ilsley’s chemistry class. I was behind the desk with him. I saw his back most of the time. There were all kinds of chemistry type things on the counter/desk, I can’t remember what they were though.

Dr. Ilsley started to draw a diagram on the board. It was of the inside of the human body, specifically the abdomen. A small green, almost glowy springy-looking thing with a smiley face then was animated and went down the esophagus (think James and the Giant Peach when you think of the green thing). It was supposed to be like a game; I was supposed to make it land in the right place in the body. I think Dr. Ilsley called it a zygote, which was very odd. I actually think I was supposed to get in in the uterus or a reproductive part of the body. I did something to tilt the diagram, I feel like it was mentally because I didn’t have any controls, and the “zygote” went into some organ on the right side of the body. It burrowed in. I hadn’t gotten it where it was supposed to go.

“Oh well,” I thought. I wasn’t that upset that I hadn’t done it. I didn’t think I was going to be able to anyway.

~

I was in choir class. I had brought Drew with me on my left side, even though it was women’s choir. I was sitting on the left side of the classroom in the front row, where I sat when I was in choir last semester. There weren’t a whole lot of people in the room. There were actually a couple of other guys, though. It was weird. I thought about how the sound would be with some guys in there, since it was a women’s choir.

Then, I was walking on campus. It was daytime. I kept getting calls and messages from this big black girl. She kept asking for my help and trying to tell me she’d “be right back”. I didn’t really know her, and I felt awkward, like she might have had a crush on me or something. So I started to ignore her calls and messages. I even almost blocked her phone number from my phone.

I then walked into this building where there was a music show going on. The room looked old and wooden, like a lodge or cabin. There were lots of seats in there as well, and I want to say they were also wooden. There were lots of people up dancing, mostly hippy-looking guys with long hair. I was looking around to see if Paul was in there, because I knew he liked to hang out there and I kind of wanted to avoid him. I didn’t see him in the crowd of dancing guys.

At some point, I remember talking to Katie. I also went into the building one other time.

I was then in a house; it was Josh E's house, a guy I haven’t seen or talking to in years. He looked the same as I remembered, with his long hair and black band shirt with cut off sleeves with a red logo on it. He was sitting on the floor playing video games. Apparently, the large black girl was his neighbor. She kept trying to get in touch with me. In fact, I could hear her yelling,

“I’ll be right back,” a couple of times. I couldn’t figure out why she kept doing that.

We were then outside his house, which was a condo on a block of condos all connected to one another. An Amish lady on a motor bike-thing rode by. Josh said she was his neighbor. She stopped the bike at the condo to the left of his and went in. I thought it was quite amusing. Josh said something that made him sound kind of annoyed that she was his neighbor.
We were then back in his condo, and he was talking to someone else in the room as he played his video games. He was talking about getting a whole new body, like plastic surgery and different limbs and stuff. He apparently didn’t like himself the way he was. He talked about this so casually though, it was weird. I couldn’t imagine changing myself like that. He even laughed as he talked about it. I thought about him having a baby, because in waking life, he does, but I didn’t see any toys, high chairs, or cribs anywhere. He hadn’t even mentioned his kid.

Then, I was standing up by the door. I was trying to block this black girl’s number. I then saw her sitting on the couch in front of me, looking up at me, looking alone and sad.

Dream – Lucid

I was parked in my car in my driveway. The sun was setting, and my friend Frank was with me sitting in the passenger’s side seat. He looked very nice, his hair looked very groomed and he didn’t have all his facial hair.

Apparently, we had just dropped acid (never done so in waking life). It was nighttime now as well. All the sudden, we were feeling pretty high. I felt out of my body, like I was floating above my car, and I saw that Frank was too. We were so high and carefree! Even though it was nighttime outside, the sky around us looked pink and purple, almost like a sunrise, though it was only an illusion induced by the acid. I was also communicating telepathically with Frank. Craziness. I worried a little bit about when the drug would wear off, and I’d have to go back to reality; I was apparently pretty depressed before I did the acid. I shrugged it off, however, and decided to just enjoy the ride. Frank and I talked and laughed together.

I think I woke up for a minute, but went straight back to sleep, re-entering the same dream.

I was still high in the dream, still sitting in the car with Frank. We decided to go somewhere. I was super fucked up, but I drove anyway. I don’t remember where we went.

I then remember coming down from the acid. I was then in my house, and Frank was gone. It wasn’t too harsh, and I started to feel the waves of high that occur with mushrooms. I was alright with it, a lot moreso than I thought I would be. I was still high enough to make a fool of myself though, apparently, and I walked into a room that my dad was in. He was talking on the phone with my therapist. For some reason, I told him I was going to marry Frank, though I had NO plans to do so at all. My dad then told my therapist what I had said, and he was also pretty upset with me. He communicated with me when he got off the phone that Frank also saw my therapist and she couldn’t see me anymore if I married him because it would be a “conflict of interest”. I also remember hearing this from my therapist over the phone.

I then told my dad that I wasn’t really going to marry Frank at all, and that I had been high on acid when I told him that. My dad then proceeded to tell me that Frank was always high and always dropped acid; he was kind of an acid-head. I had NO idea about this prior to us dropping acid; I thought at best he had done it a few times before, if that.

My dad was also disappointed with me for driving while I was so high.

I was then in my room, though it didn’t look like my real room and was a lot bigger. I was in bed watching “House” on my TV, which was on the opposite side of the room than in waking life. I was winding down for the night. My dad came to the door. He was still upset with me, and I felt ashamed of myself.

Dream - Lucid

I was in my room, but it looked much different than my waking life room. There was a small dresser, and the top of it was covered in shrunken head skulls. I had apparently gotten them from an old friend, Cameron.

For some reason, these skulls really started to freak me out. I wanted to get rid of them, or hide them or something.

There were also tons of kittens, and they all looked like my waking life cat, Belle, who is pure white and extremely fluffy. They ranged from being an older kitten, say maybe 6 months or so, to infants, being able to easily fit in the palm of my hand. I had put them all in this big closet to get them away from the skulls. I put some of the smaller ones in boxes with pillows and blankets in them.

After awhile, I started to worry about the kittens. I entered the big closet and opened a small box, revealing 3 newborn kittens laying on some pillows. Their eyes weren't opened yet. They moved around very slowly. I thought one of them was dead, so I picked it up. It moved a bit. Thank goodness. I put the lid back on the box.

My brother and I were then in my room. I asked for his help to get rid of these skulls. We got a huge cloth sack and started to frantically just dump the skulls in. I was explaining to my brother where I had gotten them and what they were.

All of them had these little stoppers on the bottom to stop stuff from falling out of them. One of the stoppers fell out, and more even smaller bones came out of it.

We kept on shoving the shrunken skulls into the sack. I just wanted them out of my room...there was something about them that really fucking scared me.

Dream - Lucid

I know there was more to this dream than this, but this is all I can really recall right now.

I was in what looked like a bedroom. The carpets were dark red. I remembered something from my waking life (which happens quite a bit in my regular dreams as well as lucid), and that somehow got my brain to the conclusion that I was dreaming.

I started to walk through the room, and the right side of my vision went out. I started trying to get it back, but it felt like my eye was shut so tightly, that it would open my real eye if I tried too hard. I decided to wait it out.

I walked by a bed that was on my right. In front of me, was...me. I was there, sitting on the floor. My hair was pulled back into a ponytail, I was wearing a white shirt, and I was sitting Indian-style on the floor, looking at me and smiling. Curious, I approached myself, hoping to ask some questions.

By this point, my vision had fixed itself.

I came up to myself sitting on the floor. I looked, and where I had been sitting there was now some sort of kitchen appliance machine still in its box instead. The box was white and was in a shopping bag. Weird. I started trying to figure out what that could have meant.

I then was outside in the daytime. I saw a huge, clear, beautifully vivid rainbow. I was with someone, my dad I think. He was standing in front of and facing me. I told him to turn around and look, because I could see that the rainbow was about to fade. The sun started to set very quickly as the sky turned orange and red. The rainbow's colors darkened but were still vivid. My dad turned to look, and the rainbow started to morph. The top of the rainbow started to break up and turn until it was a bunch of vertically-facing dark-colored bands sitting on top of the rest of the rainbow. My dad pointed out what was going on extremely matter-of-factly, but I can't remember what he said.

Insomnia sucks.

Dream - Lucid

I was laying in my bed on my stomach. Paul was sleeping next to me. I hoped he didn't try anything.

Then, it was morning, and we were up and out of bed. Brittany, a girl I met in one of my classes, laughed and said Paul had stayed at my house every night. She was right. I thought about it, and he had. I didn't understand why though. I mean, nothing had ever really happened between us or anything.

We were then laying in bed again. I was laying on my stomach, and I felt Paul put his arm over me and kinda cuddle me. I was so tired I didn't fight it. Paul then said something about us partying all night and staying up till dawn. I told him I couldn't because I had a test in the morning. He kept on talking about it anyway.

Another morning came. We were both up and about again. I looked at Paul, and all he was wearing were these mustard yellow boxers. I didn't look at him for too long; I didn't want him to get the wrong idea. I quickly averted my eyes.

I then went to class. I was in this big auditorium that reminded me of my old middle school auditorium.

Then, I was in bed again, and figured out I was dreaming. I looked around, and the TV was in the wrong place. I then did I finger count: 5 on the right hand, 6 on the left. I got up out of bed and went to phase through a wall, hoping it would take me somewhere else.

I was too hasty and didn't think through were I wanted to go, however, and things went black. I was in bed again after a few seconds of darkness, but I was still aware that I was dreaming. I decided to go get my brother and show him around the world of lucid dreaming. I got up out of my bed and hovered a little. I then went to my door to exit the room. I decided to not phase through it this time since the last time ended in blackness. I turned the handle, first doing another finger count.

I then was in my brother's room, trying to get his dream body out of bed. I don't remember much else from this part of the dream.

The next thing I know, I'm standing in front of a mirror. I look at my reflection, bu I discover that I look totally different. My hair is much darker, straighter, and longer, and my face looked much different and a bit younger. I concentrated a little more on it, and I started to be able to recognize my eyes on the unknown face staring back at me in the mirror.

I then decided to try something I've always heard about, but have never had experience with. A lot of people have told me that when they see their reflection in their dreams, it's horrible, disgusting, and terrifying. I've never had that experience, so I decided to try something to see what would happen. I said, out loud to my reflection,
"I want to face my demons. Show me my demons."
My face started to morph and change, every so often stopping in a distorted position. It would enlongate, flatten, my eyes would shrink, my face at one point looked kind of like an ass, etc. It just kept doing that. I could even feel it happening physically.

However, it wasn't scary. Just kinda weird.

I was then in a room somewhere. I felt the dream losing stability, so I started to feel and concentrate on my surroundings. I ran my hand over a glass surface, focusing on how real the glass felt. Below the glass was a metal surface. I did the same for that. I felt the cold, shiny metal under my fingers. It made the dream feel more stable.

Dream - Lucid

I was in what looked like my 11th grade English classroom. The teacher handed us back a test that we had been working on before, but hadn't finished. I started to pick up were I left off as I talked to the girl sitting beside me.

Then, I figured out I had a choir concert that night. One of the girls in the class, a black girl with pretty, short hair said she wasn't going to the concert and that she hadn't been to any of them (apparently she was in choir too). I couldn't decide if I wanted to go or not.

Then, I was in my car, driving down the road one of my good friends lives on. Her neighbor, Nick, the first guy I ever had a crush on in waking life, was outside by the mailbox. He had his back turned to me. As I drove by with him on my right side, I slowed down, reached my hand out the window, and touched his back, kind of rubbing it to get his attention. I noticed that his green shirt was very soft. I then kept driving down the road. I didn't look back to see if he turned around or not.

I was then at my house in the kitchen, debating on whether or not to go to the choir concert or not again. My mom was all dressed up and ready to go. I then noticed the time. 7:30pm. The concert had already started. I told my mom I wasn't going to go, and that it was ok for me to be missing the concert. She said something, but I can't remember what.

I was then in my room on the phone with Nick. He was trying to tell me about his memoir that he was apparently writing. I was listening, asking him where I could find it to read it and such, when I got interrupted by my brother. I told Nick to hold on and for my brother to go away. I then got back on the phone and kept listening to Nick. The interruptions kept coming as soon as Nick would get going telling me about his memoir. I kept having to tell him to hold on. I felt really bad; this had to be getting annoying for him.