LucidSleeperCel

I'm in a car with my girlfriend, she's driving and we're going to her mom's house. We get there and tell her about the new bunny we just bought named Cuni (pronounced "koo-nee" short for Cuniculus, which is Latin for rabbit) We leave and she's driving again, then I look over and ask: "Is this Roanoak?" she replies yes. I look out the window and notice we're not on the ground anymore and the ground that is visible is waving around like ocean tides, I become lucid. I look over at my girlfriend and tell her: "Babe! This is a dream! We're dreaming right now! This is a shared lucid dream, come on! Become lucid!" She accepts this and I excitedly jump out of the car (holding my girlfriend by the hand, taking her with me). Falling down I notice we have too much speed and I sprout giant white angelic wings, seeing this my girlfriend also grows wings; we then softly come closer to the ground.

We land on top of a building, in the middle of a dense city filled with giant sky scrapers (like New York City on steroids haha). Since i had the angle wings already I felt that I should have some armor to match, so I look up conceive what it looks like and affirm that I'm wearing it and then look down; wallah! I'm wearing armor similar to that of the Spartans in 300, but instead of the bronze armor it's a deep brown with golden trim; and instead of the red cloth underneath it's tattered, battle-worn black clothe. Since I have all that going on I felt as though I should have a minion of some sort, so I place my hands in front of me with my fingers spread outwards as much as possible. Staring intensely at the ground in front of me, a ring of fire appears in the sand (as there was a large patch of sand in the corner of the rooftop); it started as a single flame from what you might see from a lighter, then it grew on an invisible line forming a perfect circle. I raised my hands towards the sky and the flames followed in suit, what was once a ring of fire was now a column of fire. I put my hands back down and the flames again, followed in suit. Then in the same place where the giant flame column stood, there was a demon with black armor, red skin with great red wings, giant curling horns, cracked hooves, rows upon rows of snarling and drooling teeth, and terribly angry green eyes. It looked at my girlfriend who then proceeded to scream, then it looked back at me and roared; in one fluid movement I leaped in the air towards the demon and with both feet drop kicked him in the face, breaking some of his teeth as well as his nose. Knocked to the ground and beneath my feet the demon was in a daze, I put one foot on either side of his neck and violently twisted, this snapped his neck and killed him.

I reached out and grabbed a sword and shield (after summoning that insanely awesome demon, conjuring up some weapons came very easy haha) and raised the sword into the air; then from around the corner of one of the buildings flew a majestic Pegasus, it landed in front of me. I hopped on and pulled my girlfriend up, who had summoned a spear and was also wearing similar armor (apparently if she sees me do something, she knows it's possible and is then able to do it as well). Zooming around through this never ending city, this eternal forest of skyscrapers there were fearsome monsters everywhere. I slashed the smaller ones with my sword and held the reins in my shield hand; but then we came across a gigantic cyclops with an enormous wooden club. This beast was just as tall as the buildings (and mind you, these buildings were so tall that I couldn't see their base) and he began swinging his club at us, trying to swat us out of the sky. I doge his attacks one after another, but after several attempts he finally grazes the back end of my winged horse; a mere glance but powerful enough to send us plumeting... i wake up a split second after we're hit.

Unfortunately, my girlfriend only remembers the first paragraph (actually she doesn't even remember becoming lucid, so only the first half of the first paragraph). I keep telling her to work on her recall, and still she doesn't; oh well, her loss. But like the other shared lucid dream I had, this one was unintentional and just sort of happened. Does anybody else think it's strange that out of my three last lucid dreams, two were shared lucid dreams? Is it normal to have shared lucid dreams that often?

Ok so I actually already wrote this sometime ago, but this site deleted it (or maybe my comp, idk but something screwed up and I lost my entry before I could post it ) But I'm going to summarize, seeing as how I already wrote it in my paper journal I keep by my bed and I hate writing things twice haha (well... this will be the third time).

Blue = Non-Lucid
Red = Lucid

I was in a dumpy looking trailer, with shag carpeting and it looked so dirty I swear I could see the smell of filth looming in the air. Then suddenly the door burst open, it was my friend Aaron who I haven't spoke to let alone seen in close to a year. Given my environment and this strange reunion, I became lucid. I walked over to him and placed my hand on his back, he seemed so distressed I couldn't just leave him there (DC or not). I tried to talk to him, but it didn't really work out; it was like there was some sort of sealant in my vocal cords. Watching my friend i noticed that he would look at something and concentrate on it as though he were trying to make it explode using only his mind; then he would switch his focus onto another object with the same intensity, changing his focus onto something else about every 3-5 seconds. Breathing heavily he said in a hoarse, angry voice: "Come on man! Lets go outside and start some shit!" Then he sprints through the open doorway into the night. I walk outside the trailer and see terrifyingly dark clouds, a sky that was so violent that the plumes of clouds would make it from one horizon to the opposite in less then a second or two. It made me want to run back inside so I could hide from these almost villainous clouds, but I walked out further into the night; the sky became angrier and angrier with every step I took, then I woke up.

I fell back asleep and reaffirmed my REM cycle before I woke up too much
In this second dream of the night i was in some sort of public pool/gym. I had much of my focus on the water slides and pools and enjoyed myself a great deal as I splashed down their slopes and ramps. Then I landed under one of those mushroom shaped water pumps you see at many public pools (normally in the kid section) this is where I saw my friend Aaron yet again. (Semi-lucid) He gave me this strange apparatus which he had just sucked on, I proceeded to do the same. I don't know if you've ever done drugs but this felt EXACTLY like waking-life drugs, it amazed me how I knew that I was breathing oxygen sitting in my bed yet I was still able to feel these effects as though I were breathing some sort of inhalant. We continued to suck on this smokeless drug until I woke up.

So as I stated in the dream, I hadn't seen or even spoke with this friend in close to a year. After I had this dream though he contacted me, and asked me the first question he had asked me in over a year: "Did you have a lucid dream last night?" We then proceeded to exchange stories and were amazed how similar they were. The only difference was that he identified the public pool simply as a public gym, as in his dream experience most of his focus was on the weight machines; and mine was on the water slides. He asked if he had been acting "strange" in any part of the dream, because he told me that he has trouble controlling his emotions while lucid. Describing his typical behavior in lucid dreams matched perfectly with how he was acting in the trailer; being over-focused, yet still distracted.

After a long and strange dream (at one point a dog was insulting me calling me weak, so I grabbed it by the back of the neck and threw it out the window... those damn shit talking dogs), I began to lose my sense of sight and drift out of the dream world. That's when i said to myself: "Looks like I'm about to wake up, I'll just do a DEILD when I'm back in my bed." Then I paused for a bit, and thought: "Wait a second..." I became lucid at that point I started dream spinning, rubbing things around me, feeling the ground and any other method I could think of to help me cement my mind to my dream body; as I could actually feel my physical body lying in bed, so I was very close to waking up and reversing that process wasn't exactly easy. But it still worked and I gained my dream vision back, and began to observe my hands to further stabilize lucidity. Though my hands looked like holograms that were glitching out or something, words fail to describe how they looked... just strange (for those of you who've looked at your hands in a dream, you might now what I mean). I came to the conclusion that looking at my hands wasn't helping because they were just too unstable. I proceeded to practice some simple dream control, then I thought I'd try some simple magic to practice dream control a little bit more. So I looked at my right hand and concentrated on conjuring a fireball, a burst of flames consumed my hand and from the blaze a fireball shot out about six inches from my hand and sank back down to where it levitated about two inches from my hand. I tried to throw it, but when I tried to swing my arm everything slowed down like slow motion or something; the fireball left my hand and was going less then a mile per hour (similar to what you see projectiles do in The Matrix movies).

Looking back I see that when times slows down, it could be a sign of waking up because after everything slowed down my alarm went off.

Ok so I typed up the dream report... but then this site f#$%ed up and deleted all i wrote... so if your interested then ask me because I'm not typing up that two dream length report again.

... dammit that pisses me off, and yes it was a shared lucid dream that I had with one of my friends who's currently not amember on this site.

I was at my house with my sister, we were photographers in this dream taking pictures of some client. After taking those pictures I told them: "I have something to do, I'll be back later." I left my house and began walking down the street, when I left I could tell that it was about two in the afternoon by the position of the sun. But when I turned the next corner the dream suddenly turned to night. This is when I realized I was in a dream.
I looked at my hands to stabilize my lucidity, but it was very difficult to see any details on my hands because of the lighting in the dream. I'd say it was about midnight by how dark it was outside. I was able to make out my knuckles and a few of the veins that are on the back of my hands but that's about it. I decided to start off by taking it slow and just go for a walk. So I'm walking down the sidewalk and see there's an overgrown tree with branches bending onto the sidewalk. I decide to use some dream magic and blast the branches out of my way with a lightning bolt But when I try to shoot the lightning bolt my dream environment flickers, I perceived this as a destabilization of my dream so I decided I wouldn't be doing that again Walking under the branches I took a right at the next intersection, and looked at the street light on the end of the block. I told myself I was going to jump to that street light in a single bound (but what I really wanted to do was fly, though I wanted to take things slow), so with all my strength I leaped into the air. I started heading straight up, hundreds of feet into the air. This is when my dream faded out, I kept my cool and looked at my hands to stabilize it, but I couldn't see my hands all I saw was the black void. In a last ditch effort I began to dream spin while repeating to myself: "I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming..." This worked perfectly and I found myself back on the street where I had first taken flight. Walking along i decided to stroll through some backyards, I peered into the window of one of the houses I was walking past; inside I saw some cool paintings, so I went inside for a closer look. Looking at the paintings I heard somebody walk in through the front door, I quickly found a hiding spot. Then I thought to myself: "What am I doing? This is my dream, so this is my house." I come out of my hiding place, and the man is startled by me. He says that I'm a good hider and after that we talk about his paintings until I wake up.

The reason I think flying and shooting that lightning bolt destabilized my dream was that I wasn't able to sufficiently stabilize my dream with hand observation (due to the poor lighting in my dream), so next time I'm going to focus more on stabilization by finding a light source so I can effectively cement the dream in place.

I was in a store, buying clothes. This store was similar in layout to a sporting goods store, but instead of sporting equipment, it had designer clothes everywhere. My mom was there with me, as was my step dad. My mom kept picking out clothes for me that I didn't like, and every time I turned down her picks mt step dad would make some sort of passive aggressive remark towards me. Though strangely every time she picked out some clothes, I would snap and yell at her; this is strange because I never yell, and I'm almost never angry. But I specifically remember one of her choices being a think brown sweater, that looked like it was a medium or large in the chest and a small or extra-small in the waste (a bit misshapen). i was repulsed by this selection to which I replied: "What are you thinking?! It's like a thousands degrees outside!!" After I shouted this she recoiled and apologized. I walked around a bit and found a gray beanie, and a gray sweater (almost exactly like the one my mom picked out, but a different color); I then proceeded to put the sweater and beanie on. I walked around the store in these out of place dark duds just looking at all the displays and racks of merchandise; there were millions of clothing articles, lining each isle. Walking by a glass counter, the kind where you would ordinarily see guns or jewelry being sold, I saw an old acquaintance form school (if I remember her name right, i think it was Rachel.. idk it's been a while since I've seen her); we gave a quick wave to each other and I continued to walk by. I woke up while aimlessly wandering around this brightly lit store.

1st Dream
I was in an open field, where there was a huge number of students; some where stretching, some were running, others where just standing. It looked like some kind of middle school field day event. There was a big yellow bus to my left, i was standing in line to get on this bus, I then starting walking through the line heading towards the front. I was wearing a beanie (the same one that I'm wearing in my profile picture, and yes that is a semi self portrait), and walking past this girl in line she said with disdain "I'm sick of that guy, he wears that beanie everyday. Do you know what that means? It means he's crazy and too lazy to do his hair." With a smile I looked at her and replied with a slight chuckle "Yes, that's exactly it means!" I proceeded to the front of the line laughing.
My alarm then woke me up.

2nd Dream
I was in a classroom, sitting in a desk, wearing one of my favorite shirts. I was answering all of the teacher's questions, and getting them all right. The bell rang and the teacher said goodbye to me, I could tell by the way he communicated with me, that he held me in very high regards. I walk into another class room, where I go and sit on the floor. There's a number of teachers in the front of the room, and they're handing out medals to handicapped children who are walking up to the teachers one at a time. The people that are sitting by me are making a lot of noise, so everybody else in the classroom keeps looking over in my area giving dirty looks. I try to disassociate myself from the people sitting by me, it doesn't work very well. When the ceremony is over most of the students and teachers leave the room, then I get bored and start pushing on the floor. The room starts rocking and teetering back and forth, but the furniture or people in the room do not move with the floor; they remain stationary. I stop pushing on the floor, and it stops moving. Then I go to grab my favorite shirt, but it's a little off, I look to the kid to my left and he's wearing my shirt (at least in the dream I thought it was my shirt, now in my waking mind I can see that it was in fact not my shirt). So I say to him "I think you grabbed the wrong shirt, can you give it back?" He refuses saying that he grabbed the right shirt, then I point out that my shirt was brand new, and the shirt I was holding had frays and faded colors, so it couldn't have been mine. He accepts that he grabbed the wrong shirt, and goes to the bathroom to change. There's a girl to my right who looked over, I said with a chuckle: "They're just very similar shirts." She replied "That's very good, you're home intelled." Then we started talking about baking and other homey stuff, then I said sometimes I bake banana cake, to which she excitedly replied "I love banana cake!!" and gave me a high five. I look to my left and see a girl who I used to go to school with, and she said: "Hey what about me? I love banana cake too!" So I raise my hand and give her a high five too haha. Then some other students gathered around and we formed a circle talking about random things until i woke up.
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I remember standing in a shower, fully clothed, but the water wasn't running. I was wearing a nicely tailored suit and my girlfriend was sitting down on the other end of the tub, she too was fully dressed. We were answering some questions that a reporter of some kind was asking us (though I don't remember exactly what the questions were haha) Ironically, I remember the answer I gave him which was : "Don't worry, next time I'll remember to... *memory cuts out*." And my girlfriend said, "oh he's just saying that, don't believe him for a second." Looking back now that makes me laugh haha sorry DC but I didn't remember, my girlfriend was right I pulled out a wad of papers from my coat pocket and began sifting through them. They included one plane ticket, one receipt from StarBucks, and one empty gum package (Trident Layers to be exact)

Suddenly the dream scene changed and I was standing in a clearing in a wooded pine area (it looked like the area of Washington State where I used to live). I was on a wooden staircase that led to the edge of an above ground pool, which was about 30 feet tall; not only was it above ground but it was also an inflatable pool. I was seeing this new dream scene from the point of view of the reporter, and I was now interviewing myself. I (not me me, but the me who I was interviewing) was still wearing the nice tailored suit, and I (the interviewee) was holding some sort of gadget. Like the controller to a remote control car or something. I (the interviewer) asked me (the interviewee) what I did in my spare time. I (the interviewee) answered by saying: "Oh not much, just this and that, you know just balding around." That's when I noticed I (the interviewee) had a thinning hairline.

Then I woke up
*I know, that was a weird dream, talking to yourself autoscopically is always weird haha. And there was more to the dream, I'm just trying to keep these DV posts short by covering the main points of interest

I attribute this dream of sparse recollection to the extreme amount of stress that's been in my life recently. As most of us know that stress is extraordinarily detrimental to dream recall; and I've been having quite a bit of stress, making dream journal entries difficult

I remember being very upset, I remember this emotion to be surprisingly vivid. I was upset because of my concern for some sort of change in my sleep schedule; I think it was because I wasn't getting enough sleep or something, I don't know for sure (as stated earlier this dream was of very sparse recollection).
I also remember the image of Count Dracula (the literal Count Dracula that actually existed in Transylvania, not the fictional movie character Dracula), and I remember talking about him; asking somebody (I can't remember who I was talking to): "Do you even know what Dracula looks like?!" For some strange reason unbeknownst to me, we were talking about vampirism as if it was an actual disease; and if it's beneficial or detrimental to survival.

Anybody know some tips for helping with dream recall?
And if you do answer, please don't give me that obvious answer "oh you should just read the dream recall tutorial."

This is my first dream journal entry that I've ever posted to any sort of public domain, I'm a bit apprehensive about it (for the fact that dreams are, quite literally, very personal) so please any positive feedback that you feel might help me in my pursuit of obtaining lucidity on a regular basis; would be greatly appreciated.

And i'm not certain as to the appropriate length for a public dream journal entry, let me know if this is too long.

The dream began with me sitting in my classroom, where I was on the computer researching lucid dreaming (I know you may think that something like that would a clear dream sign, but I actually do that quite often in the waking world). I proceeded to get up from my computer and walk over to my teacher, I couldn't understand what she was saying when she spoke to me though. It was some sort of audio that sounded like normal English, if it were to be put in slow motion and played underwater that is.

I accepted this strange speech as normal and went back to my computer; where instead of lucid dreaming research on the screen as it was previously, there was now Latin grammar reviews and vocabulary (and I know you may think that's another dream sign, but I'm studying Latin right now too; so that's actually pretty normal for me as well). Even though they say reading is supposed to be extremely difficult in dreams, all of the text was clear and legible; even the smallest of print. For some reason I just spent a large amount of time re-formatting these documents on Microsoft Word for some strange, unknown reason. But even though I was dreaming, and many sources say that computers and their programs should not work well (or whatsoever) in dreams, all the programs and mechanics were essentially the same as they would be in the waking world.

I then looked out the window were I saw ambulances and police cars circling the building at extremely high speeds, while blaring their sirens and lights at what seemed like "full blast" (I say 'what seemed like,' for i don't think there is any other setting on them other than 'on'). They just seemed much louder than they normally would be. This is when I looked over to my left and on the computer adjacent to me was my friend, who told me about a party she was having later that night and that she wanted me to come. I remember her voice, but not so much her face; I'm not even sure if in the dream she had a face, but that's somewhat beside the point. She said that her friend was the one handling the invitations, and that she would tell her to give me and my friends one each. This is when her friend, who looked of some sort of Asian decent and basically your everyday stuck up high school prep. Tossing the invitation on my shoulder (as my back was turned to her due to the fact that I was on the computer) she wrinkled her nose at me in disgust and said : "It's a formal party so you'd better dress better than everybody else!" She then gave the same look of disdain to each of my friends as she handed them the same invitations. She handed these invitations to my friends who had not previously been there; aka they must've materialized there when I turned my back or something (I'm not sure when though). These friends were strange though (apart from their materialization), as I'm not actually friends with them in the waking world; and many of them I haven't seen in years regardless of my disconnection with them.

We all just laughed as the judgmental, superficial mess of a girl walked away with her false-piousness. We each looked down and read the invitations; the text of which was morphing and changing in some strange way (even though I was looking directly at it, and from what I understand from my research it normally changes when you look away) that I wasn't able to read a single bit of it (ohhh that brought me back to my drugs using days hahaha).

Suddenly, me and all these "friends," if you'd be so inclined as to call them that, were in a desert canyon landscape; an extremely close comparison would be the grand canyon region, but instead of a large hole (as the grand canyon is) the landscape was littered with a enormously grand variety of desert plateaus. There was a single two-lane road in this wilderness, that me and this group of friends were walking along the side of; specifically, about a foot or two to the right of the road. And where the sun was brightly shining through the windows while I was in the classroom, the moon now dominated the canvas of the night sky now that I was in this desert. I then noticed that me and all these friends I was with, were wearing brand-new designer suits; as if we had just came from the store after buying them.

After walking along for a minute or so, we came to a bridge; were there was no shoulder or side walk to walk on, just the two lanes and side rails. (This next part I didn't write in my paper journal, as I didn't have room to fit it in and I've only just remembered it) When we were about to cross the bridge, a car had came across and stopped on the bridge; there were some Mexican gangsters driving it, and they were looking for a fight. Were in the waking world I would gladly stand my ground and throw fists (I train almost everyday, and I find MMA quite... fun ), in this dream world all my friends ran down into the ravine that the bridge was crossing over; seeing how five knife and/or gun wielding against just myself didn't seem like an extremely advisable decision, I ran as well.

Going further down into the chasm that the bridge was built over, we came to a gap that the only way to the other side, was to jump. And I knew that in order to get where we were going (my friend's formal party), we would have to get to that other side. This split was about six to seven feet across, and looking up the bridge was now about thirty to forty feet above our heads at this point. The first of my friends began a running start and leaped over the edge, he made it. The second friend did the same, and with a bound he cleared the distance as well. It was now my turn, I looked for a suitable place to land and saw a rock ledge that was a bit lower and closer than the rest of the opposing edge. I saw that there was something on this ledge though, it was a shirt that I own in the waking world; it's a maroon button up, collared shirt with an impressionist's style skull adorning an Indian chief's headdress on the back side. The shirt was lying on the stone in such a way that I could clearly see this image of the Indian skull from where I was standing. This seemed a bit ominous to me, so I chose a ledge that was a bit higher, and a little farther away. I ran and leaped over the chasm, and surprisingly with relative ease. The friend who had jumped after me though, decided to jump on the ledge were my shirt was; he jumped, he landed, and the ground broke into pieces as his feet hit the clothe. He fell down into the void and broke his leg, the rest of us proceeded to laugh (which is not customary as I'm a very empathetic individual). The fallen friend exclaimed from the bottom: "There was algae! I slipped on that log!" At this we all just rolled our eyes, for we knew there was no log, and that there was no algae anywhere in this environment.

We left this ill-fortuned comrade in the chasm, and proceeded on toward the party; as we refused to be late. Walking along we saw the building, we were atop a hill that, and at the bottom (about one-hundred yards away) we could see the lights and hear the music from inside the structure. We began to walk down this hill which was at about a 45 degree incline. When walking down the incline, the ground gave way beneath our feet; after which we commenced to tumble down the hill. So we rolled and rolled down the hill for approximately ninety yards. When we reached the bottom, we had reached our destination.

Once inside the building, I saw that despicable girl who'd given us the invitations and another girl who was my friend but one who I haven't seen in over a year; along with many, many other guests dancing and conversing inside. My friend (whom I'm not quite sure if she was the one who invited me, or if she just so happened to be friends with that friend as well) became angry with me and my group, she harshly inquired: "Why don't you look like us?!" Confused, I look at my party and assume shes talking about how our clothes are somewhat tattered from the tumble; but then I looked around. I noticed that everybody was wearing blue jeans and/or semi-casual clothing; that snobby prep had lied to us about the formal dress of the party. She thought (or at least I knew that she thought that while I was dreaming) that we were attempting to "out do" everyone at the party. That superficial girl from the beginning of my dream just looked at me with a satisfied smirk.

Then, my alarm woke me up.