non-lucid

I pissed someone off by trying to shoot his hawk. Turns out this hawk was magical, and after I shot it, it came back alive. The guy held my hands behind my hat and beckoned the hawk over, to which it proceeded to tear out my throat. Not cool hawk, not cool.

DV keeps bothering me so I decided to drop by and leave a DJ entry. This site is pimped out now 0.o

I could not figure out for what reason I was behaving like a total freak, but there was one thing I was sure of - everyone was scared. Of me. I heard hushed whispers and staggered footsteps as people turned away. "What are you doing! You know I'm not usually like this!" All this caused was more fear, and I could feel it, surging through the crowd.

Everything was covered in rust. The benches, the walls, coated with a red-orange crust. The wind blew flaked of it into my face, on my clothes. It smelled of flames, an explosion perhaps, but I didn't know.

Did I do this?

-These are fragments I remember over the course of last night. For some reason they seem connected, and were all extremely vivid and/or memorable.

Red.

Red rock, everywhere.

I can only see silhouettes of them. People fighting.

Is that pink I see? Why are those men wearing pink? I can't see anything.

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"King, sit down, and sign the treaty, now!"

He sits down, and stares at the strange array of pens lying in front of him.

Noticing a movement in the corner of his eye, he blasts the ground with ice. Nothing was there but the blue, solid floor.

I remember I have a gun, so I point it straight at him, but he vanished as quick as he appeared.

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Lying in a deep trench, I aim the energy cannon straight up.

I fire blue orbs of raw power at the men climbing down the ladder, and the cliffs above me rain dust into my eyes.

The dream fogs up.

I reload, and notice one of my friends have fallen. I help her up, realizing she's covered in dust.

Others have already taken the energy cannon and are firing at enemies.

I guess I decided to take my friend back home, because of the next dream.

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I'm in a yellow room, and someone in the shower asks me to toss her some soap.

The bathroom smells of antiseptic, and it makes me a bit dizzy as I slip the soap behind the curtains.

I leave the room for a few moments, and when I come back she is fully dressed and about to leave.

The shower is still running though, so I run to the bathroom and open the curtains. To my surprise, my brother is taking a shower in his underwear.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

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I woke up to my brother and mom opening the room asking me to get up for breakfast.

NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
This dream is somewhat influenced by the books The Hunger Games and A Wrinkle in Time.

As the last few of us band together, there are only three thoughts in our mind. Survive. Kill. Run. Everyone is losing the last bit of their wit as these three thoughts are being juggled in our minds. We must survive. Those not part of our group must be killed. Those rebelling within our group must be killed. Those who go insane must be killed. Most importantly, those who are poisoned by The Beaten must be killed. Fast. The Beaten is an airborne poison that targets the weak, curious, and unstable. As soon as it gets into an animal's or a person's bloodstream, it doesn't take much more to spread the poison into those who are strong-willed, solid, and smart. A small bite or scratch turns your eyes blood-red in a second, your mind distorts, leaving most of it in a disturbed mess of insanity. And the poisoned have their skin the strength of leather, bones like steel, adrenaline pumping. We must run.

I bump into Gloria by accident. She says, her words edged with steel, "What's the matter with you?!" Taken aback by her anger, something she rarely shows, I reply, "Sorry. Try not to lose your temper, The Beaten feeds off of extreme emotion you know." The anger drains from her face. We continue to walk up the stairs, entering the house. Nearly everyone searches around for supplies of something, with no luck, except for some old furniture and the drywall may be used for kindle at the night. I walk back out, the bright sun stinging my eyes, for the house was very dark. Broxtan follows me out, weary and obviously saddened. "I immediately take a few steps back, because if The Beaten catches him, I won't have enough time to run. "What's up?" I ask. "Nothing. It's just that I'm so pissed we're stuck here. Why did we have to be put here?!"

He sinks his head into his hands. He shudders a bit, possibly because of tears flowing to eyes, but then he looks up. I stare at him, as red floods the whites of his eyes, his mouth twitching into a smirk. Without thinking, I smash my fist into his nose as I duck and run into the yard in front of me. I stop, because I notice I have a few friends running from the side yard to help me. I command the two of them to surround him, but Broxton swipes at one's chest, cutting his shirt, causing him to twirl to the floor. My other friend, Jung, kneels down to help him up, but The Beaten causes the injured boy to convulse, making Jung drop him and run backwards a bit. The deep red that fills Broxtan's eyes fade out a bit, and he whispers, "Push me. Push me down." Confused, I respond with a "Wha-" He repeats, "Push me down. The Beaten will leave after a full body impact." The crimson floods into his eyes again. I swiftly rush him, dodge his punch, and I use the momentum of the dodge to slam both my hands into his shoulders, sending him flying to the ground. "Thank you," he mutters just before his back hits the dirt with a thud.

The Beaten quickly overtakes the injured boy on the ground, and I scream for Jung to tackle him. He scrambles from behind a tree and smashes his shoulders into the enemy's chest. As the remainder of my group file out of the abandoned house, I hear an announcement. "In the mansion in the mountains, a little memoir of those tributes whose lives you've taken have been placed there. I suggest you check it out, unless your afraid, of I don't know, a trap." Worry flashes through our eyes, much like the redness takes those by the beaten. The dream skips, and I'm walking up a hill toward the covered balcony of the aforementioned mansion. I notice a small jewelry box-type thing with pictures tied to one of it's corners. I flip through some of the pictures, seeing the faces of those who were killed. I quickly leave as the pictures sober me into my hidden sadness, as the trap could be those same pictures, maybe even what lied in the jewelry box contained the poison of The Beaten. I walk downstairs and toward the grassy trails to the bottom of the mountain. I hear footsteps behind me, and a long pause. Possibly to look at the photos. I hear footsteps once more, speedier. They soon break into a run, and I find myself running too. But their running is faster. I trip down the trail, and I get caught from behind. With a knife.

I respawn shortly before my death, outside the mansion. After I check the photos again, I quickly walk out of the mansion, noticing Jenny pass by me in as I leave. I ignore her, because she isn't a threat and her emotions aren't as provoke-able as most. I thought wrong. Running again, I try to evade her, but end up dying more brutally, by the hands of a rock to the skull. I focus my respawn back in time, to the point right before I entered the mansion. Instead of immediately checking the box, I waited for Jenny to come by, and warned her not to check the box. She ignored me, and checked it anyways. The Beaten got to her again, but this time I was braced. She leaped in front of me, and I countered with a shove and run. I sprinted down the hill as fast as I could, getting underneath the high ledge where the mansion is. I looked back, and she was catching up to me. Two of my friends ran by, and they were already trying to shove her down. But she juked both of them, thankfully the distraction gave me the advantage of running back up the hill. She jumped toward my back, hoping to knock me down, but I turned again, nearly out of breath as I ran right back down the hill. I heard her slow her pace, and so did I. Soon the only footsteps that I heard were mine. This is good news! I thought. Once more, I was wrong. She was looking down on me from the cliff again, unseen by me. Until I looked up, and by then my face was already crushed by the heel of her boot.

I'm trying to improve my writing BTW. Any good? I think I stretched out the dream a bit, it's much shorter than it seems.

Blue Fire (frag)
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
A tribe group gathered around a small ditch. I walked into the center and starting out giving commands. As I was talking, one of the men disappeared behind a blue flame. "He's gone! Someone get to finding him and find out a way to bring him down!" Midna from Twilight princess grabbed someone and said, "Me and Jess got it." The dream skips and Midna and Jess are using army toys to plan out an attack in a dark room. The dream skips again and Rachel and are searching for whatever clues were left behind. In the corner of my eye I saw a digital update log of what was happening with the investigation of his disappearance. I pulled out a plastic box with tiny rubber balls in it, with a whip buried underneath. I grabbed a walkie talkie and said, "There's a whip in his case. Would that cause a problem with the law for him?" It buzzed back. "No. As long as the radioactive balls is not attached to the whip." "Radioactive?" I pulled out the whip and glowing yellow balls were attached to the top. "Shit!" I threw the case onto the floor.

I just finished burning down the house, so I guess I should record my dreams.

Torotot Wars (lucid)
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I wielded my pair of torotots (Tagalog for paper towel rolls XD) and ran around smashing people over the head with them. They were attacking me inside my house, so the paper towels rolls are all I could find. I ran into my bedroom to catch my breath and do a reality check. 'Looks like I'm dreaming', I thought as air passed through my closed mouth. I walked into my hallway, and I slashed the throat of an enemy. What the hell? I thought, the short torotot had turned into my purple dagger. Sweet. I tried to turn the long one into a long sword, but someone knocked it out of my hand and tackled me. Before I could run outside to get to the apocalypse ship in China for the LPTC, he took my dagger and plunged it through my chest.

Water Pong
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I opened the door and sat down on the edge of the chair. Naomi and Nick were in bathing suits, playing a game in a small pool, kinda like ping pong and water polo. They were trying to score by getting the ball past a blue line behind their opponent. Naomi kicked Nick's ass, and I was asked if I wanted to play. I got up and waited a bit to think about it, and said, "Sure." I took off my shirt and got in the pool. I cracked my knuckles and the judge threw the ball into the middle of the water. I lunged for the ball, colliding with Naomi.

For a Good Cause
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I visited someone's house as my parent's talked with other parents about some sort of cause that had to do with school. I walked around the house and visited a room with high ceilings and an opening to an upstairs. I heard my brother and some of his friends up there. I yelled, "Get down here!" and all three of the jumped maybe fifteen feet downwards. They were all wearing ugly, shiny, gold clothes and flashy jewelry. "What are you wearing?!" I questioned. My bro said, "We are wearing this stuff for a reason," and one of his friends started doing some dirty dance.

Not Again
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
Rachel, Bowen, and I walked outside to the parking lot to check something for our bio class with a few other students. We walked back into the classroom and it was fenced out by the construction workers. The sign on the class read, "Go to room 6311 for your backpacks, check room 3211 for Ms. D." "Oh well," I said, "let's just go home." Alex walked up to us looking rather sickly. "You want these peanut butter marshmallow sandwich? I'm to sick to eat." Rachel and I said, "No, thanks." Alex set it down on a tray by one of the pillars. Bowen ran back to grab it and took a few bites. "You're actually eating that?" I asked. "Mhm," he nodded. "Gross..." I watched some asshole driver in a tan Toyota speed onto the sidewalk. 'I know that car...' I thought.

This ending to the dream and the car I saw is exactly the same as the one I remember dreaming about three years ago.

The dream skips and my mom is taking my brother and I to the parking lot. It suddenly become dusk, and the street light ominously lit up a small section of the lot. The car was racing down the lanes of the parking lot trying to run us over. "Run!" I screamed. We all scrambled through shortcuts trying to outwit the driver, which worked almost flawlessly. We slipped between cars and the driver lost us for a second. My mom and my brother ignorantly ran towards our car; they didn't see the man driving towards them. "Wait!" I called out to them with no response. The man stopped and got out of his car. My brother saw him pull out a pistol and ran back toward me, but the man shot him in the back of the knee, and he crumpled to the ground. He pointed the gun toward my mom, and she whipped out a pistol from her pocket. I ducked down and heard two quick shots and a body falling. I don't know whose it was.

Recolored (frag)
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
My mom set down the folded clothes on my bed. My new T-shirt, which had originally had faded out logos, had been un-faded out and are now white. I ignored it and just put it away.

Gross Garage (frag)
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I walked into the garage to get a soda and as I pulled it out of the fridge, I realized my dog, who had spent the night in the garage, had shat on the floor. I called my parents so they could clean it up.

Look (lucid)
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
After her lecture, my science teacher handed the class an indecipherable worksheet to do for homework. I asked my friend sitting next to me, "Hey, do you get this?" "Yeah." "Well, why can't I read it?" He shrugged. I walked out the class, but realized I just walked out of my MATH class, not my science class. And the worksheet wasn't legible because, well, it was a dream. I became lucid, and the worksheet became readable. It read on how to triangulate a location somewhere west of the school. I put it away in my backpack and walked toward that direction, maybe something was there. I noticed Justin, Rachel, and Nick were walking separately in the halls. They were all common characters in my dreams, so I decided to check to see if they were actually dreamers. I sent out a thought to Justin. 'Look at me. Now.' He suddenly turned and locked a hypnotized stare on me as I walked past him. I stopped looked around and he was gone. Rachel was in front of me, and I sent the same thought to her. Another creepy stare. I walked past her, and saw Nick resting by one of the classrooms. Yet another thought, but surprisingly no response.

Just a thought back. 'Why? I'm gonna listen to my iPod.' He pulls out his headphones whiched looked a helluva a lot like mine. He didn't have an iPod, so I dismissed him as a DC too. I ran up one of the walls, dropped my backpack, and ejected my wings. I stood on the end of the building, ready to jump, when I noticed my science classmates arguing about where to go as directed by the worksheet. "Hey!" I yelled. Many turned to my direction, dumbfounded. I pointed somewhere to the west. "It's over there!" They all looked, and I jumped off and took flight toward that direction. I was now flying above a grassy hill. Below me I saw a mansion that had occured in a dream I previously had about three months ago. It was the EXACT same thing. I flew down to it and pulled in my wings, but I couldn't control my landing as well as I thought. I flew to fast and undershot the location of the ground, and I fell face first into the dirt, knocking me out.

I woke up seven times and I only remember one dream and two fragments.

Pool Party (frag)
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I was in one of my friends backyards, and we all have bathing suits on. There is music playing on in the background. I walked out through the side gate into their front yard.

Draw Slasher, Rabies Edition (frag)
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I was playing around with my iPod in my bedroom. I was playing a modified version of Draw Slasher, a game where you are a ninja trying to kill zombie monkies. But instead of killing zombie monkies, they were rabid sheeps and goats.

At Gunpoint
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I walked into my garage to grab a cola, and a mailman was searching for something under the car. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Uh.. I lost something." "Well, it looked like you were trying to stea-" The man pulls out a gun. "Oh shit, uh sorry, you can go on." I knew my dad had a shotgun or old broken bottle in his cabinet. I opened it up and the man saw me opening the cabinet and knew I was looking for a weapon. So he walked over and pointed a gun to me again. I said, "Jeez, I'm just getting my dad a finger of scotch." He walked away. I found an old broken beer bottle and pulled it out, but when I turned around my dad grabbed me and started screaming at me. I broke free from the hold, punched my dad and ran into the house.

Missed Dream Signs:
1. I didn't know when did I end up here or whose backyard this was.
2. I was playing a modded game that didn't exist.
3. A mailman was searching the garage under a car.
The cars were actuall parked in the garage, which is usually used for storage.
The mailman had a gun.
My dad hides his weapons, I wouldn't know where they were.
My dad would never try to hurt me and I'd never try to hurt him.

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Hello DV. I am now resuming my dream journal. I will be posting once a day as often as I can. I will also post any OBEs I may have. This will be copied directly out of my student workbook with an addition of my missed dream signs on the bottom. Happy dreaming and enjoy.
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Nasteh (frag)
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I was watching some weird show that had a whole bunch of, well, weirdo nymphos. One of the characters walked into a room and there was a naked dude wearing some fru-fru scarf, a whole bunch of half top-less women, and bedrooms closed with people in them. A women walked out of them wearing a robe and four guys in suits followed. I shuddered and muttured to my bro, "These french anime (lol) shows always have p3nises and stuff."
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Sniper Job for Cripples
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I was walking with Rachel out of the school, and she was helping me out since I pulled my hamstring and the school had no crutches left. She was too damn busy texting and she almost ran into high schoolers. One of them asked, "HAHA! Are you two together! You're so little!" We both said "NO!" but Rachel added, "Not yet..." quietly to herself. "Wha! Not yet!? Well then when?" She stared and tapped at her phone. "Listen to me! We can cross now! HURRY UP!" She let go off me and ran across the street! "NO WAIT! Damnit..." I hobbled quickly across the street ignoring the looks I got from random streangers. The electronic sign on it read [WOMEN] in bold orange letters. Rachel was already gone, so I inched over into the parking lot. My friend told me to hop in his car and handed me a weapon. I shut the door behind me and he said, "I need you to shoot down that man. It has to be drive by, this guy's friends will chase after you." I nodded. My weapon was a sand camo light rifle with a short range scope. I pulled the trigger and it shot a nano bullet into the window. "What kind of gun is this?" I asked. He didn't answer. We started to drive and I rolled down the window. I aimed and shot his chest, and his friends started to chase us. We were already pretty far away, so I shot each of their feet as we drove away. A superviser from the school started to chase us with a phone in her hand.
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Dream Signs Missed:
(1) French nympho anime characters.
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(2) Walking home crippled with Rachel.
Rachel ignoring me while texting (her phone doesn't even work).
The big orange sign that read [WOMEN].
Getting a job as a sniper.
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NON-DREAM NON-LUCID SEMI -LUCID LUCID

As you can see, I have finally decided as what to use the above scale as the measurement of my lucidity. I won't be changing this anytime soon. Also, I will only post in this DJ for ToTM & ToTY dreams (as this one is). I already maintain a dream journal in the student workbooks, I don't feel it necessary to copy between my memory, my physical DJ, my DVDJ, and my SWDJ. I will use my Student Workbook as my primary online dream journal until the Shared Dreaming class is over.

I was at school, walking around the quad. People started to form a crowd behind me, and I wasn't sure why at the moment. Soon, half of the people I knew were with my inside the shaded cafeteria. It was around 8:00, a fog was blowing away, and the air was crisp and tense. Soon afterward, another group of people stepped in front of us. They were leaded by one of my nerdy friends, B. He looked ready to hurt something. My team was in kinda light clothes, while his were wearing dark clothes. I yelled "GO!" and a member of my team charged at a member of the other team in a race around some coned track. My 'team' was losing. I thought 'I know I have to have a short IM with someone, but why?' Whatever. (This was for ToTM but I forgot about it until later before I woke up) I got on the computer, entered a school chatroom, and everyone was discussing the race. I typed in "Crap! We're losing!!!!" I looked at the screen for a while then closed the laptop. I noticed one of my teammates was sleeping. I shook him and said "Get up! You're next! We're gonna LOSE!" He mumbled and got up.
[Dream Skip - Next Day]
All I remember is that I sat down with a few friends to discuss the race. The dream started to fade out, and I woke up.

Non-Dream Non-Lucid Lucid False Awakening

I am doing this straight from my memory, with no assistance from my physical DJ. I am hoping this can improve my recall. My dream also fades out at one point because not much action is occurring. I would also like to warn you that anywhere dark as or darker than a shadow in a dream gets me nervous in the dream, usually causing a nightmare, which almost got out of control today.

The dream started out slow. I was in a dark computer lab trying to solve a brain-buster on an unfamiliar website with my PE teacher. When I FINALLY figured it out, I got to leave. When I exited the lab I was outside my home at night. Very creepy. I got in the van that was parked on the street next to my house to find my mom, dad, and brother in the vehicle. I got in the passenger seat, and we drove onto the road. There were no buildings at all, and it was nearly impossible to see anything out the van. There was no starlight or moonlight. Finally, we passed by an odd building, with only a flickering green light to mark it's presence. There was another odd and almost invisible building, where we promptly parked our car. As we entered the building, Laser light shows were creating odd patterns, like the ones created in the iPad/iPhone/iPod Touch App, Uzu.



As we walked in the first door we could find, there wasn't much action happening except walking at the moment so the dream faded out. I remember entering and observing various rooms with my family, and seeing our tenant, W. As soon as the dream got clearer, I was walking into a bathroom. I saw a human-like figure hunched over in a towel. I got nervous, since this house has no inhabitants at the time, and he could be... dead. I took a tool (possibly a stick or pole) and whacked the towel off, only to reveal two large dolls put an an odd position. I threw them aside in disgust, and as I left the bathroom, I found myself in my parents' master bedroom. My brother was by the cabinet by the exit door. I said "Hey!", and he promptly fell over and started seizing. He morphed into this zombie-like thing and picked my up by the legs. At that point, I went into third-person view and started thinking, 'This must be a dream...' Now lucid, I kicked my brother away and ran out the bedroom. I walked into the hallway with my mom. As we were walking out, I tried to summon a sword, but I wasn't loud enough, so a half-sword was summoned instead. I was like, oh well (I wanted to teleport somewhere to practice my fighting). I walked into the library, where my mom was showing me something that I can't exactly remember. It was some kind of can or something. I woke up because the dream was too boring.

EDIT:Whoops, forgot notes.
Notes:
Vividness: 5/10 (Wayyyy too dark.)
Lucidity Peak: 3/10 (Did pretty much nothing.)

Non-Dream Non-Lucid Lucid False Awakening

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The beginning of the dream was hazy, and I don't remember any of it, but I ended up in a very dark hotel room. It was dim-lighted with dark brown furniture, and a curtained window. I was looking for my father in the hotel, and couldn't seem to find him anywhere. I stumbled upon a blinking time-bomb. I thought 'Oh crap!' and jumped out the window. While falling three stories, I ditched the bomb in the ocean, which promptly shorted out. I walked around and saw a few cartoon people in shark outfits chasing my cartoonified dad. I pulled him out of the madness and walked towards a nearby dock. I chatted with some family and friends and turned around to the hotel. A young woman in a modernistic kimono dress randomly handed me an odd sword. It was long, wide, and had a dragon design on the handle base. It looked similar to Sephiroth's blade, but a bit shorter and wider.



As I was playing with it, I noticed a commotion up some ways. I saw an odd machine that looked like a recent creepypasta I saw.



I muttered under my breath, ''They've found us.'' I turned around and got my family to the dock. I watched the machine look through different buildings, around and under everything in it's path. I started to devise a plan to keep my family safe. A moment later, I yelled, "RUN!" Everyone in the vicinity ran away from the machine as it charged after it. I stayed behind, trying to fake out the machine, as it lunged toward me, I tried to think of running back, then jumping into the water where it wouldn't reach. As I ran back, the machine grabbed me on my left leg and I landed with a *smack* on the concrete ground. It's claws began to dug into my leg. At this point, I woke up, with a tingly feeling in my leg.

Notes:
Vividness: 7/10 (My dreams are getting easier to remember and they are getting more vivid.)
Obviously since I said, "They've found us," I was probably pursued by a group of people before my dream was easy to remember.

Non-Dream Non-Lucid Lucid False Awakening

I find myself in my ASB (student body) classroom. with the old student body class and counselors. I thought I didn't run for student body, this year, but I simply dismissed it as insignificant (whoops). As usual, at the beginning of the week, we were assigned reports to carry out to our classroom. My friend Z and I exited the room and found ourselves in an unfamiliar school with white and green walls. This same school was the school I went to to help my neighbor set up her classroom. I realized my friend Z wasn't in ASB as we gave the report, but again I dismissed it as not a big deal (another whoops). We finished and left the classroom, and I found myself as K of the Penguins of Madagascar (WTF?). We were trying to break open a brick wall off a school to get inside, as the school was in lock-down(?) or something. After several attempts of trying to total the wall, R simply ran the Hummer we were in through the wall, and I found myself closing my eyes, and opening them to appear my bedroom. This was a false awakening, I thought, because something was just off, and I became lucid. A long haired man walked into my room, and he appeared hideously warped. He had no visible face, his arms were dropped, his clothes were tattered, and his legs were limp. As I said, "R. P., is that you?", (I have no idea whose name I called out, I just remember the name) and he walked faster than the speed of light, and slurped near my left ear. My last thought was 'WTF!' as I woke up.

Notes:
Vividness: 7/10 (Pretty vivid.)
Lucidity Peak: 4/10 (Wasn't lucid for long, and had no control)

Non-Dream Non-Lucid Lucid False Awakening

This is my first DJ entry . I am starting out with a dream that I had a very long time ago (when I was 5). I will be labeling dreams over a year old with 'The Archive'. Also, before I was 11, I had the ability to easily control my dreams, but was unaware of my power, so I couldn't do anything that wasn't possible in the moment. Possibly because of puberty. Hope you enjoy.

Upon entering the dream, I was in my bedroom. The familiar red, blue, and yellow walls, toys strewn across the floor, video games and the TV set up against each other, several wooden drawers, it all looked real. Suddenly the room began to shake. I tried to wake up my little brother but he wouldn't. I ran out my room into the large dining room, almost hurting myself tripping over everything. I saw my mom running into the bedroom, totally ignoring me for my crying brother. The shaking got more intense, as you can see the glasses and vases falling off shelves landing with a loud crash. My dad ran outside, by the chiming grandfather clock and the noisy piano, almost playing in unison. My mom followed. I felt I couldn't do anything, and that I did not even exist. I even screamed for my parents and they didn't come. I thought, 'This better be a dream.' Soon, I felt I was going to perish because of falling boards, so I shut my eyes to cry. I opened my eyes with tears.

Notes:
Vividity - 10/10 (Everything was crystal clear, as real as real life.)