lucidkara

I was back in Europe and Amy was with me. I felt like we were in Greece but I don’t quite remember. We were at this famous dock that was known for having lots of shark spotting’s there. It was like an old make shift dock with slabs of sun bleached wood nailed together and posts on the sides. The dock must have only been 5 feet wide and 50 feet long. The water of the Mediterranean directly below was crystal blue and only about 10 feet deep so you could perfectly see the white sands at the bottom. But what arrest my attention was not the beautiful dock or the clarity of the sea beneath, but rather the abundance of large, incredible sharks swimming passively right under me. It was like clockwork, every few moments (maybe 30 seconds to a minute) another massive shark would swim slowly underneath me. Giant whale sharks, over sized nurse sharks, long thresher’s, wide mouth basking sharks, all casually migrating by me. Amy was at a gazebo near the dock. The gazebo was placed at the back side of a restaurant and was all made of white stucco like concrete. As I took pictures with my phone (dream sign) of the sharks I shouted back at her in amazement. I had this feeling that I should be careful with my phone for I might drop it into that water and as I repositioned my body I did just that. It was strange because normally this would have really upset me or pissed me off but I was to happy to really care. The only thing that troubled me was that I had lost the pictures I took. I yelled out to tell Amy what happened and she shouted for me to come grab her phone to use it instead. I joyfully walked off the dock to her table, and plopped down into a chair at her table and examined her salad as she dug her phone at for me. I stole a taste of it and savored its sweet dressing and leafy green spinach. When she handed me her phone I walked back over to the dock.

I was making sure that I was holding her phone more carefully then I did my own and began to snap shots again. A baby whale shark passed under me and Allen was suddenly next to me. I pointed the shark out to him, explaining what it was and pointing out its white spots. Allen was amazed like a little kid would be, asking me a million questions. Its sort of funny because at one point he asked me if we would see any great whites and I laughed that they didn’t swim in the Mediterranean (funny because none of the sharks I dreamt really do). Allen had vanished from my dream and my uncle Kyle and his wife Erica had appeared on the dock and I waved them over. Then my dad appeared (dream sign, he’s been dead for 4 years now) and I excitedly flagged him down as well. The dock started to fill with strangers and then a “dock tour guide” appeared and asked if everyone was ready to take the dock out on open water so that we could examine more shark specimens. This meant that the dock was mobile, I was stoked. My dad ( huge shark buff) began to point to different species of sharks and expain different characteristics and facts to each one. After some time the boat docked and the guide said that we would be offered some free chocolate milk and that the tour would pick up again. He also said that if we wanted some cookies or macaroons that we would first have to impress a small panel of authentically dressed African leaders. I took my free chocolate milk, slurping it down through a fat red straw, and enjoyed its cool taste. Everyone got into a line to dance for the African leaders. I pooped my head into a very sterile grey bathroom to see that two ladies were having a serious conversation and then decided to get in line as well. The African leaders played some sort of salsa music and were not impressed by the nervous dancing styles of the other people. They looked utterly bored. When it was my trun I decided to give them a good laugh. I said that I couldn’t dance for shit so I turned my butt towards them and started to shake it. I then went on to do the “salt shaker”, “running man”, and many other classic horrible moves. Everyone in the room and the leaders began to laugh. They decided that I had “earned” my cookies and I walked on to get them. The dock guide announced that we would be getting back on the tour soon and to hurry up. My dad was ranting on about all the awesome sharks that we were about to see up close and I was getting super excited. I had noticed that I had somehow lost my chocolate milk and decided to run to get a new one. I was feeling such joy and then waking life Allen woke me up. >=/

This was one of the most enjoyable dreams that I have had in a while, even more then my recent lucids. Since I believe that there is no real difference between memories of a waking life and memories of a dream, I place this memory as one of the happiest moments in my life. Something about all those amazing sharks, clear blue waters, warm sunny sky, and talking marine life with my dad again brought me such a sense of joy and peace. I was pretty bummed when Allen woke me up from it before it had ended but I am just thankful for the experience.

I was back at Pacific Fire Festival (festival for the fire art artist) but this time Allen and I had brought along the whole group; Leo, German, Dina, Izra, Stephany, Yeva. We had been trying to pick out a good spot to camp and since our perfect location last year was too small for all of us they all decided on a horrible location. Instead of being nestled between the forest and the ocean, they chose horrible event camping like there was at Electric Forest last year. Our neighbors were these two guys I went to high school with. I tried to talk to them and for some reason they had totally blown me off. This sort of overwhelmed me and I said that there was no way in hell that I was going to camp there. I decided to set out foot on my own for a new place where all of us could fit. For a while I was just going to different camping areas and seeing how full they were, this lasted a while. As I continued it started to get dark, really dark. Soon enough I was walking in pitch black alone but still I was determined to find a spot. In the distance I could see lightening hitting, once about every 5 seconds. With each hit I noticed that it was striking closer and closer to me and I was walking right towards it. I felt a sense of danger and began to run the opposite direction. As I ran I couldn’t see anything in front of me and eventually I ran directly into a tree that seemed to bend and curve to my body as we collided. Even in that moment I had a sense that that was strange but I just continued to run. I saw a dim light coming from a small building in the distance and I knew that I would find Allen in there. When I got inside the are seemed slightly fractal as if I were on shrooms or something. I started to explain the lightening danger I was just in and then without any doubt or doing a single reality check I knew that I WAS DREAMING!!! Instantly the dream shifted and I was driving a car on a rock side cliff road really fast. Recently when I became lucid I was doing this same thing but not on a rock side cliff and I chickened out from seeing what would happen if I let myself crash. I had this strange feeling that I was somehow given a second chance and meant to experience this. I decided to go for it. I did a quick nose plug breathing reality check just to make sure before I drove full speed into the rock wall but instead of the car just crashing I gently bounced off of the wall, straight up into the air. As I made my decent down towards the ground, the ground acted like a marshmallow and I sank right into a new dream setting. AMAZING!! I have never been gifted in teleporting in dreams but I think that’s because I always try Allen’s method of drawing a portal in the air with your finger. I then came up with this realization in the dream that I have to find my own way to portal to a new dream and that crashing could be a great method for me (I am sure this isn’t good for everyone as the excitement might wake them). My new setting was awesome. I was in a dense tropical forest lush light greens, rocks, and a flowing river. I was there with a group of explorer DC’s, all of us dressed in that stereotypical tan explorers shorts, shirts, and hats. As we walked over some rocky area I noticed that I could slam my feet into the rocks beneath me and they would compress under my foot like a marshmallow. If I pushed hard enough I would be stepping into a gewy white center of the rocks. I bent down to taste the gewy centers and it tasted just like a marshmallow after you have cooked it in a fire. I was laughing and felt so pleased by this bizarre little world, just like a child might. My DC’s were pretty quite and I was loudly carrying on to them about how amazing lucid dreams are and about all the strange places they could take you. I would find something like a leaf or a rock in the dense forest and describe to them (really to myself) about how it can be exactly like in waking life and how you have the ability to shift it if you wish into something totally different. Finally we reach this very mall dock with an assortment of 2 to 3 person boats tethered on. I chose a two person boat and picked out a female Dc to company me. I plopped into the boat and some water trickled in do to my jump. She climbed into the boat with me and we started to set sail down the river. I was taking not of the almost greenish yet still very clear water bellow me and how all the trees were making arch ways of foliage so dense above us that you wouldn’t see the sky. I felt a sense of calm and power here. I wake.

People are starting to become zombies, it only take one bit from a zombie to turn you into one as well and mutations were happening quickly. The dream first took place in a mall, where one girl with short brown hair was slowly attacking people and turning them. Panic breaks loose in the mall. Dream shifts and I am in a small town where it seems half the population has become a zombie. At one point my grandparents and I are at a table and they were casually explaining to me while buttering toast that you just need to lock yourself up in your home and you will be safe since the zombies are too stupid to break in. I didn’t have a home in this town so I was forced to continue to just run around the town and try to hide from them. There was also a T-Rex zombie attacking people but he was incredibly slow and stupid and not a huge threat. At one point I am hiding under a table and he hovers over me and I easily make an escape running from him and hiding behind a wall nearby. I started to grow tired of all the running and I wanted to seek out a place to rest. I see Gary, the owner of my yoga studio nearby and I ask him if he knew of a place to go. He pointed me to a door and said that there was a bed inside. I went inside to find a mother and her young child resting under a blanket. I had shut the door behind me and examined them. They didn’t appear to be zombie but I didn’t want to take any chances and I stood near the door. Finally after no one saying a word the young boy looked up at his mother and said “mother, can we eat her?”. Long teeth grew from his mouth. I knew that these weren’t any ordinary zombies and I turned to open the door. For some reason I couldn’t grasp the knob very well and struggled, unable to open the door. I turned back towards the two and started to scream as loud as I could “Gary!!! Help me!!! Help me Gary!!! They are going to eat me!!!!”. Gary busted in the door quickly and jumped over the two zombies holding them down. He shouted for me to run. This image now make me laugh because he was in his little black yoga shorts and had his hair up in his long pony tail. I don’t know why but the image of this coming to save me from a zombie attack brings me to giggle. I wake.