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Last night was a very intense dream. I almost went lucid without being aware of it. I heard whistling, and it startled me so I turned over. Bummer.
Edit: This part just came back to me-
In the beginning of the dream, I was hanging out with that guy from Talking Heads. (I seriously listened to them for the first time yesterday, of course I knew some of their songs but never thought much about them. I had a friend who loved them and by chance I ran into a song of theirs that really affected me, and I mean completely randomly. I was searching somewhere on a website and someone had linked a video of theirs. It had a great message). He had on glasses, and he was really kind, boyish, I felt very familiar with him like we knew each other from another time, another life. We were lightly kissing, and laughing, and talking, I kept playing with his hair. We were both lying on the ground happy that we found each other. He was very cute and sweet. It was really flirty and light-hearted, like I am with some of my close male friends, so it really felt like we were familiar with each-other. He said his name was David. (Edit: I used Google to find out the name of the actual guy, and it's also David... spooky). Eventually he had to go... I hope I get to see him again because I have questions this time.

Well, the first part was I was out with two people I don't recognize. One of them had a big truck, and was our form of transportation. We went out to eat, it had already been raining, and by the time that we got there, the weather man said a tornado was coming, so we decided that we had no time to get back to my house. In a few moments though, I realized my family would have to get everything into the tornado shelter without me, so I said we have to go. Dream me is exactly like awake me, it's always what actions I would take in real life. I have always found this interesting.
The guy driving the truck was drinking and driving, holding liquor in his hands, and I told him not to be an idiot and to let me drive. Like these types of people usually are, he argued and argued until I finally told him to go ahead and die and I got to my house by thinking myself there, leaving the other person behind as well. I can't usually do this, so I think it was because I was so angry and determined.
I was trying to turn on the TV at home, onto our local news station to check the weather, but the remote wouldn't work or let me. I kept trying to type in the digital channel, but when I finally did, it wasn't the right channel, and then it took me to a movie made about J.
I saw his name written in his handwriting as the title, but some other guy was playing him. Somehow, I entered the scene in the TV, and it took me to NYC.
Someone who resembled Danny Devito a lot (I have no clue! haha) was asking me questions about my guitar playing, how well I was progressing, and things like that. I told him I'm very good now, and I keep getting better, and elaborated on some things. He seemed satisfied with it, nodding and remembering what I was saying, like this was important for him to know. I thought this was strange, who was this guy and why did he care, but he was nice so I left it alone. I remember floating around to get into the apartment, and seeing lots of beautiful city lights.
I really wonder why I keep having dreams of J, and why I haven't spoken to him in a dream even once. I will probably figure it out soon enough.

I had an intense dream last night. The first part of the dream, I was on a ship. Someone was trying to explain something to me, that someone had drowned. J was out in the water with other people. People kept telling me, yes, he drowned, he couldn't hang onto the life preserver. I saw the picture in my head, he was in the water, with a round life preserver, and he definitely was hanging onto it and got pulled towards the ship. For some reason these people would NOT stop saying that he had drowned. It was beginning to make me really mad, because they obviously didn't know anything, I thought. I'm unsure why they kept saying that, but it filled me with doubts for a while before I realized that this is exactly what they wanted, so I ended the scene through my anger, watching the entire ship sink and everyone along with it while I was unaffected. Then I left.

I had a gig somewhere and my family wouldn't get out of bed to give me a ride, and it really pissed me off, so I went alone anyway. This happened recently in real life but under different circumstances. My amp was a suitcase, a big brown one that I opened for tips, and I had my electric guitar with me. Lots of people were there, but it was odd, everybody had a corner where they were doing their own little thing. There were other parts of this dream, but mostly me travelling around, trying to find a spot to hang out I think. Somehow, my performance turned into some people and I hanging out at an apartment.
A guy I really dislike, because he's a terrible drummer & egotistical jerk, was sitting next to me on a computer with a girl whose face I couldn't see because she never turned around. They were trying to play some online game together. He kept turning to hear me play guitar, I could see that it really affected him and moved him. I kept glaring at him. I remember sending him a lot of energy and thoughts along the lines of "you're truly a dumbass". A bunch of rastas were there, and kept talking to me. They had thick Jamaican accents, it was awesome. There were black lights around, too. Then Bob Marley showed up, I have no idea why, but he was there.
I was messing with my feet for some reason, I think trying to take off my boots and socks, and I've never seen my skin before in a dream... my skin was glowing rainbow shades. Bob kept staring at my feet in a puzzled way and being very obvious about it. Lots of the guys went into the back, and I wanted to get away from that dude I dislike, so I went and asked Bob if he had a rolling paper. He told me to come in, sit on his bed, which had white sheets and the lights were off except for black lights- and he started to kiss me. I didn't want any of it, and it didn't feel like it was actually him once I got this close, so I ended the dream.

I don't remember last night's dream very well. I don't think I had a dream. I slept very deeply and well, and I heard a song upon waking up. That's about it...

This particular series of dreams have shaken me to the core. They are what set off my exploration into lucid dreaming. I have attempted it, and the closest that I've ever gotten was tonight and I encountered a strange being right at the brink of falling into lucidity. I'll talk about this at the end of this post, because it ties into everything else.

All of these dreams are about a particular person, I'll call J. J and I haven't ever met in this dimension of reality or whatever you want to say that I'm currently in, but I have psychic revelations about him frequently. I have to say this first, he's dead. I tried to fight these visions, for a very long time, about a year, out of denial, fear, disgust, fear I was being obsessive about the entire situation. I thought I was absolutely insane. I thought that I was losing my mind. I didn't know him, so what did it matter to me, right? It wasn't my business. This is what I thought. I dismissed it, until this dream I had that scared the wits out of me. I haven't ever been able to influence my dreams in any way even before sleep. Even if I'm mulling on something, it's up to my dream self's decision to seek information. Thankfully, it knows what is important far better than I do.

First Dream
I was at my old studio apartment, in my bed upstairs. An obese man was sitting on my bed with me, I've never met him before. He gave me good feelings though. We were talking about something. He had one of those 90s style VHS/TV carts, like the ones you would use in school, next to the bed. I found this odd, because we don't use VHS tapes anymore and the TV appeared to be as old. He started to play a tape. It was of J, it appeared to be from a handheld video recorder. I can still very vividly recall the video. It was very fluid, vivid, in color, like I was watching a video in real life. It was from an angle right above his head, close to his face, it would point down to show his body and shoes and sidewalk as they would walk along. His hair was quite long, he looked older then is remembered, and he had on jeans, black shoes, and a black jacket. He was acting kind of silly, giving the camera grins and sweetly gazing at it as he walked along. He was talking too, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. I was very amused, and I asked the man casually when this video was taken. He replied matter-of-factly, "2010". I said (it was 2012 at this time), "But that was 2 years ago." He said, "I know. He's alive."
I woke up in a state of shock. I've never gotten messages from the dead, directly from them. But since it was a video, and it took two years to get to me? I figured that it was a message, or just my imagination rationalizing some things, my subconscious purging after all the thinking I had been doing. Until a few weeks later.

Second Dream
I was in a supermarket in the multi-plex with Jim Carrey. At least, whoever who was with me took that form. People can cover themselves as other people to gain your trust in dreams, if you're aware enough to realize what's going on. I'm not even a fan of his, but my ex-boyfriend sure was. Anyway, there was this room in the back that I went into alone. I had to run to get away from that guy. It was like a bedroom display, showing off all the different furniture and stuff like at a furniture store. There was a remote on the bed, and through this you could flip through different projections that would change the environment of the bedroom. I turned on the "projector", directly across from the bed on the wall above a fireplace, and there was a painting of me. I mean, it looked EXACTLY like me, but from before the 1800s. It was so beautiful, it frightened me in the dream. It was like I was looking at the past or something. I flipped to the next "channel", and it was sports. It lightly projected into the bedroom. The next projection was a beautiful garden, also lightly projected into the entire bedroom. You could still see the bed and such underneath the projections. The next projection was of a Japanese harem, like a call-girl house. Also faint, not a strong projection. There were women on the bed, and it freaked me out, so I switched the channel quickly, but it took a second to "load". In the dream, this knocked me onto my ass. It exploded into glittering red lights, literally glittering like stars, like energy had been gathering and then exploded into this incredibly vivid powerful image of J, on a platform, with red lights drowning him. He was playing guitar and singing something I'm familiar with. A very sad, angry, powerful song. Now, when I listen to this song in real life, I see all sorts of images and feel energy. It's very strange. In the dream, he was looking directly into my eyes while singing and I could feel the energy exchange between the two of us, it was incredibly powerful, the energy of a living person or at least someone with so much spiritual power that they can send these types of messages in sleep. I always thought that these dreams were my subconscious, my desires I'm not expressing, until this dream. This dream was a directed message towards me from him, nothing less. I highly, highly doubt a dead person could have sent this type of energy to me. I can't even talk to the dead, I had tried many times. I can feel people's emotions, and pick up on their energy, pick up energy of future situations, the location of people, this is where I'm talented. I'm familiar with the energy in my dreams, even not being lucid. This is the first time I've dreamt of him so vividly or even making a sound. This only lasted a few moments, I assume due to the intensity it must've taken, but it is one of the most intense dreams I've ever had. I have zero idea why he was trying to contact me so intensely, or how he's even aware of my existence when we've never met. I woke up sweating.

Third Dream
I was in J's apartment. It was very off kilter, I was trying very hard to project to this location. I could tell because of the appearance of everything. It was like the environment was being suspended almost sideways. Like I said, I don't dream of other locations alone, so this was bizarre. I must have chosen to come here. I was lying in his bed, and around that room were his mourning friends who didn't notice I was there. Lots of crying women, no men, of course (I thought sarcastically). He passed quite a few years ago, almost as many years as I am old. I had a shoebox, filled with photo negatives and letters. Next to the bed, was a burning candle. I picked up the photo negatives and held them up to the light of the flame, and they were of him. Next, I went through the letters, and I couldn't make any of them out, but they were in his handwriting. I fell asleep in his bed and woke up.


Fourth Dream
I was in an ocean, pure turquoise blue. The water was very warm, and it was sunny, and beautiful. The ocean reached around endlessly towards the north, east, and south, but there was a coastline on the west side. I knew this because I saw a map as an image and I could look in these directions and not see anything or anyone. On this coast, there were beautiful ivory channels, attached to small ivory pools filled with ocean water and statues around the area. I was clinging onto the side of an ivory pool, that had J's face in profile carved into it, like he was a roman god or something of the sort. My feet could touch the bottom here. There was a giant statue of Neptune, the god, in ivory directly next to him. I swam around for a while enjoying this nice environment. Usually, if I dream of the ocean, it's by the multi-plex. This was on a coastline somewhere I've never seen before. It felt like a past vision or something I've experienced before, because the map was in such detail, I tried to look it up. But, soon I realized this area would have to have been in the middle of the ocean, and nothing like that exists now. Kind of freaky.

Fifth Dream
There was quite a long gap between this dream and the last dream. Around 3 months. Before this, I had started to meditate pretty intensely. Around 3 hours a day in my free time, working on my chakras. This dream happened on May 1st of this year. I was at my childhood home, in my room, and there was a knock at my door. I opened it, and it was J. He appeared to me as he did in the video, the longer hair, looking older, it was strange. He was brightly glowing white, perfect and tons of energy. He lightly sizzled with sound, he had access to so much energy. I've never seen anything like it before. He was a lot shorter than I thought he'd be too, I was a little bit taller than him. He lowered his gaze, and smiled an almost sarcastic "told you so" smile, and started to kiss me. He closed the door behind him, and pushed be down onto my bed. We continued to kiss, and we got undressed. He tried to go further, and I stopped him, because that isn't what I think of him as. He respected it, and he held me closely to his chest for what felt like eternity. I don't remember him saying a single word. I felt the strongest emotion I've ever felt in my entire waking or dream life, and I'm a very emotional person. It was of love. What a great dream that was. I woke up and it turns out I had been sleeping for 14 hours. I figure that this was a premonition, because of how glowing white and intense the environment was once he arrived.

Sixth dream
This happened the night after the last dream. We were in a yellow house, with maple floors. We were playing guitar, singing, messing around, joking around. It was very fun. He had on jeans and a long sleeved blue flannel shirt. At the end of the dream, we were sitting on the floor, and he had his back against my chest with my arms around him. I have no idea why I said this, but I told him that he was the only one I'll ever love. He laughed and put his arms around my arms. Then I woke up. As of yet, out of all of these dreams, he hasn't said a single word to me except for music and except for his laughter here, and all I can remember is from that specific dream I had before. This dream was quite foggy to me, like a thick glowing mist had been covering everything. This is another sign of mine that it's a premonition.

Seventh Dream
This one happened last night. I was trying to go lucid, and I took a nap in the daytime. The night before, I had a very faint memory of trying to find him in my dream, and I did, he was playing guitar and singing, but he quickly left right as I arrived, unaware of me. He must have woken up, since I can usually find someone if I want to, my friends say I visit them frequently in dreams, which is probably why I have few dreams in my locations unless I'm alone.
Yesterday, as I dozed off during the day, it was obviously nighttime, in the house I live now. We were watching TV on my living room floor next to each other, something I never do, I dislike TV a lot, and I remember a vision came up to me during the dream that highly distracted me, of someone I used to have very strong feelings for, who was also a musician. I "entered" into this space, and he began singing, he was on his bed, almost inviting me to join him. I remember feeling quite happy with this, amused mostly, and only felt like I was gone for a few moments, but when I came back, J was PISSED off. I couldn't tell why, I figure now he became jealous. I feel as if he was accessing this memory of mine, to see who else in my world could compare to him, and when he discovered how new our contact was, he stormed off through my front door. I tried to stop him, I yelled at him from the door, unable to leave my house for some reason, believe me, I would have ran after him. I yelled for him to come give me a hug. He stood there for a moment, thinking, and then huffed, and got into his vehicle parked in front of my house and drove off. Because of his reaction, I really believe he was just jealous and became emotional, so he left the dream. He would have had to at some point, so he just did it to avoid any further damage to either of us, which was smart of him. I was hurt initially, but then I realized he was just simply too emotional to stay there with me, he did the right thing and walked away.
This was the first time that his body in any dream I've had of him gave me the energy of him being currently present, along with his body appearing normal. All the other dreams, he was either projecting energy towards me from afar, or I was having a premonition.


The strangest vision I had recently was thanks to the Seth material. He explained how to go into an Alpha state, and how to get information from symbols, which all mean different things to each of us.
I asked myself, is he still alive? Where would he be living? I got images of flowers blooming, beautiful flowers, the first was a tiger lily, and to me this means vibrancy and life. Then, I saw many beautiful flowers, all puffy and vivid of many colors, and got a very deep sense of calm, and then his face, smiling- and then a state flower that I had no idea was a specific state flower, until I searched it.
So, I got my answer. I figured this out the day after. I still find all of this kind of hard to believe...

My Lucid Dreaming Experience: First true attempt, Tonight
5-28-13
I almost got there! I felt the vibrations through my body, they were intensely pleasurable. Right before this occurred, I had a strange mental encounter with something I've never seen before. It was of a creature, with a head like a brown thumb, and no face, but it looked like a sideways wound on his face. There was no blood, this is just his mouth appearing as what we would assume is a wound. I asked his name, and he said his name was Gar. I asked who he was, and he said he was there to help me. He gave me no ill feelings. I asked him some questions, where he was from, and he told me he was from a dimension different from ours. He felt familiar, maybe he is someone that has always kept an eye on me or something. Then I felt the deepest vibrations I've ever gotten trying to lucid dream run through my back, around to my chest, where my heart chakra/my soul would be. I almost did it, but I felt very strong cramps in my legs, and I began opening my dream eyes, but the pain made me open my real eyes by accident. I'll try again in a few hours, I think I'll be successful this time.

Well, I tried again during a nap today (May 29) , and some strange things happened. I saw that creature again, and once I got close to the brink of entering lucidity, I started hearing things on my desk get knocked around. It sounded like my mouse was being clicked around, and like my monitor being slightly moved. It was odd, but that is why I don't usually sleep in that room. I've seen some weird things in there while waking up. I have a photograph that constantly gets knocked over when I put it up, so I started leaving it down. Things are always falling over or being knocked over as well. I asked that creature what exactly is going on, and he said it was a spirit, it doesn't want to hurt me, it just likes to be annoying, and that he'd take care of it. And it seemed to stop- but this freaked me out enough to wake me up. I hope I can get into a good sleep tonight.

Last night was a very intense dream. I forgot to mention the dream that I had on the last day of May, it was of my great-aunt who just got out of the hospital for a heart attack, asking me things. It was like she was tying up loose ends. The second dream that night was of a man I know who I liked a lot for a while, and he's about to graduate college. We hung out, talked, and he gave me a letter saying when he graduates he's going to live by the ocean, and that I can visit him. When I read it, it was being read in his voice, I couldn't actually read the words. He was very sweet, his voice is so gentle and beautiful. We talk sometimes, but I haven't been talking to him lately. I think I'll tell him hello today.

My dream last night was about my great-aunt, and that I was getting updates through my email about her, and I got one at 2-something AM that said she had passed away. I told my family, and wasn't hysterical or anything, and I just felt at peace about all of it, knowing she's alright now. I figure this either happened last night or I'm preparing myself for when it does. (edit: she's okay, we talked to her today)

The most intense part of the dream, was when I was in my current house in my bedroom. Something kept trying to get in, and I kept saying Christian prayers to keep it out. It would get the door open slightly, and it was a miasma of dark blue/purple and it gave off intensely bad energy. I'm not Christian, and don't believe any of it, but I felt that I had somehow attracted it because of my beliefs. I think it could do this, make you question yourself, throw off terrible energy, trying to find your weaknesses, mess with your mind. I had people there helping me, I think they were friends of mine... and it eventually went away. But we could see it through this small screen near the end, and it was like a blue screen with lots of picture noise. It was a bald person with a face you wouldn't really remember, and it kept trying to turn into people I knew. it was very strange. But something was off with every person it tried to appear as, so we knew it was just messing with our emotions. (edit: I didn't have time to add this earlier, but I've had other dreams of bald people chasing me and trying to harm me, also people you wouldn't really remember their face, just nondescript guys. They're always slender, Caucasian adult men, usually in a black dress suit. I can remember three dreams of them: One, I was outside at night at my old house, and he was chasing me, about to stab me. I got inside in time & he couldn't enter, they never can but they try. Another time, a few of them were trying to force themselves inside the front door, and my friend T, who I'm not close to at all, was helping me press our bodies against the door to keep them out. The third time I was exploring some strange underground basement, and they were EVERYWHERE, almost guarding the place. One saw me, and he sure was fast. This one had on black sunglasses. I got away like I always do...)

Eventually, the sun rose, and so I went outside and met up with some friends of mine I haven't seen in a while. It was nice, we were lying on the pavement and hanging out outside my old elementary school. I wanted to go into the back hallways and get something from the snack machines, but it was scary and dark, and felt wrong. Nobody would come with me for some reason, so I forgot about it, my friend was about to go downtown to do some clerical work (?) and invited me to go, so we started to head that way and then I woke up.

I want to talk about my experiences with sleep paralysis for a moment. As a child, it affected me in such a way that my parents took me to a sleep study, around age 5. I remember seeing shadows moving across my walls at night, they would grow in size, get close to me, and when the light would be turned on, vanish. I still see them, moving around in mirrors, darting across the hallway that is always kept dark. They frightened me a lot when I was a kid, but they're either there with bad intent, good intent, or they're passing through. Some are simply travelling around, and have no business with you in particular, and some seem to keep an eye on you- I'm not sure if it's good intent, but that's debatable. Because none of us know what they are to begin with.

Anyway, any time I've had SP, it's from these things. I'll see one of them hanging around the ceiling, or it's pulling at my feet. Since I'm an adult now, I fight them pretty easily. I just scream at them and they'll get off of me and go away. The only pain that they've ever caused me was when I was sleeping over at a boy's house, and I felt tons of negative energy in his room and around him, I really wanted to leave and could barely sleep. I was woken up by what felt like hands and fingers of multiple things pulling me from underneath, almost like through a dimension or something. It was very uncomfortable. I could feel all of the fingertips and their hands grabbing, this is a sensation I'll never forget. It would be nice to sleep without these dumb annoying pests, which is all they are, bothering me. Any time I feel intense fear, they come hang around. In my waking life, I'm not often afraid, but if I'm walking through an area and suddenly become filled with intense fear that I can't explain, there's a shadow person hanging around.
Prayers don't help with these things, because using prayer assumes that there's evil in the world to be prayed away, and evil is merely a projection of our inner fears that we can't externalize. The only way to get them to go away is ignore them, pretend that they're not there, and don't feed them any fear. Just leave the area or try to wake up, show them who is the boss, you're alive and they're... well... not, I guess. I'm still not entirely sure what they are, but I'll say that they're not from our time, space, or world.

I had to forcefully wake myself up this time. It was hard, like it usually is after I've experienced SP, but this is the most vivid dream I've had in the last few weeks. I was somewhat lucid, and remember returning to my physical body to wake myself up. When I woke up, for some reason, I was lying on my back, and I never sleep this way. Man, what an intense dream tonight.

I was in the bedroom, on the computer. I loaded up Youtube, and turned on some song I can't remember, I think it was by The Who. In the comments section, It was a long comment that I remember feeling very freaked out by, it was along the lines of "He's alive, and well, and he wants you to know all is okay. All is alright". I've never been able to read things in my dreams, not even once, so this is new and it frightened me.
Suddenly, a song started playing, it was "Happy Birthday" by the Beatles, which is a song I like a lot but rarely listen to. So, I was web browsing after that, and ran into a website which was a blog, of someone that I feel familiar with for some reason. His last update was in 2006, and there was a large noose hanging from the top left, so I decided to google his name to see if he had died. Yes, he had died, and looking back at me were pictures of him just staring.
It wasn't anyone that I knew, at least nobody in my life. It was very unsettling.
At this point, I decided to wake up due to this feeling, and returning to my body, I had flashes of a symbol that means something to me (a flaming skull). I felt a presence around me, on my upper right of my bed and my instincts took over as I tried to wake up, yelling at it to go away and I remember being very vicious about it. Eventually, I got myself awake. What a weird dream.

Hi, welcome to my dream journal. This journal might be unusual to some of you, because my dream world is very complex and complicated. I will try my best to be as factual and accurate as possible, and I'm trying to recollect the best that I can. I have journals with bits and pieces of my dreams in them, of the dreams that I feel I may need to remember later with complete detail, but I can usually remember them well along with strong feelings, emotions, colors, and scents.

My family has been psychic for as long as I can remember. Dreams have always been important tools to us. I'm very musically gifted, to an extreme that I've never met anybody who sounds or can do what I do except for my mother, who has passed away. For a while it shook me to the bone, why can I do this, why am I this way, who am I, what is this gift? I was an atheist before I began to fully develop my gift. I've had a lot of trouble with it. I discovered that I could channel sounds, and music, and words. I was very shy for many years about this, but now I've accepted it and started to perform. I'm still working on the self-consciousness, though. This has been what led me to develop my spirituality and my abilities, because it proved to me there is something else out there than the physical.

I'm a female in my 20s and I have a pretty normal life. Working, writing music, spending time with my mostly elderly family. I have lots of pets and close friends who I feel as if we're bound by blood... we've been through a lot of strange times together!

Well, my family would frequently dream of the dead, as they've told me, but in my case, I dream about future events, or if I need information about something, I can usually access it.
While I can dream of the future, I can't dream of the dead- where they'll appear to be living, at least. I've also tried to communicate with the dead, with no success. I'm not a medium.

I've always had incredibly vivid dreams. I'd especially have precognitive dreams, that have came true. However, they were always blurry and choppy and covered in a shining, glittering mist. The farther away it would be, the foggier the vision would be. I began looking into Lucid dreaming to try to perfect this art. I always had a deep fear preventing me from fully entering the LD state, a fear of death, so for a while, I gave it up. Lately, after reading the Seth Speaks series, this fear completely vanished & I began to have waking visions. Not intense ones, but flashes of information that after some research prove to be useful information I wouldn't have known otherwise. I'll elaborate on this soon because it is tied into my dreams & I had a few dreams that I'll go into as well a few months ago, that began this entire journey. My natural curiosity has once again led me to Lucid dreaming.


My Dream Environments
As of this post, I have not yet had a lucid dream.
Usually, I have dreams at my old childhood home. I believe this is my home base in the astral. I don't ever have people that I know or recognize visiting me here for some reason, only my (currently living) family would be there, and our (currently living) pets. If am I visited by somebody, I don't know who they are, but they'll have bits and pieces of old friends or people I may recognize. I think it's where I work out my memories, or fragments of people from past lives, I'm not entirely sure right now. People I would know, but have never spoken to and are still living, have appeared to me here. Not strangers, I definitely know who they are, but they don't know me in the waking world. No people considered dead in my current world have come to me here. My mother is dead, and she's never once appeared to me in any dream as alive.
This is a very important setting for me because I've realized this may be the deepest level for me, that is very hard for people or anyone to access without my trust and their great effort. I grew up in this home with my family, so it's only natural that they can enter this space. Basically, a safe space for me. I'll usually have wonderful dreams here. Rainbow skies, snowing, rain, beautiful sunshine, our fruit trees, the home just how I remember it as a child.
When it's daytime in the waking world, it will be night there. When it's night here, it will be daytime there. I have had instances where I left at night alone, which I won't ever do anymore, I'll usually go with a friend from the area. If I leave alone, I return in great danger, but they can't ever enter my house. Even during the daytime, some "people" have tried to enter the windows in my bedroom, the bathroom attached to it, and always fail. They simply can't enter. I always got a terrible feeling from these people, whatever they are.
I can explore the area around my house, just like I remember it as a child, with great detail. It is exciting, sometimes things change around a tiny bit, like a bizarre version of what I remember.

I'll have dreams where I'm currently living, or in a few locations I'll elaborate on soon. The dreams of where I'm currently living, anybody can visit me. They are always alive in my waking world, too. Friends, my current pets, my cat is usually with me keeping an eye on me (which is kind of strange). These are usually people I trust, though, or people I had trusted. People who have since emotionally hurt me I avoid in the dream world now. Some friends though, I've never dreamt of, like my best friend. This is also strange to me, but maybe she doesn't have that world open in her mind yet.

The most commonly dreamt of location other than these places familiar to me, is a giant "multi-plex", I suppose I'll call it. There's a hotel on one side, that goes up over 100 stories, and through it you can see this huge vast landscape of city lights. There are always strangers at the lobby, complete with employees. Truly remarkable. On another side, there's a gigantic mall, complete with stores, and tons of people. There is also a giant movie theater, complete with winding halls. If you go back far enough, it gets very frightening. I haven't explored past a certain point here. I've hung out with a few friends at all of these places. I even once told a friend about this multi-plex, and he said he had dreams in a similar place.

I have had no other dreams except for these settings. Not at anybody's house, or at school. I have had them in nature but they were of the fields of my old house in the countryside. Except for the dream I had of my mother, in a funeral home. This was the only instance, and even in this dream she appeared dead.

This particular series of dreams that began about 8 months ago, I'm about to elaborate on, since they are currently my goal in lucid dreaming.