Moth487

I finally had another lucid dream last night. It's sort of spurred me on somewhat, as I constantly seem to give up on journals and lucid dreaming in general. I also have a vague memory of having had some kind of lucid dream a couple of nights ago too, so... fingers crossed, I'll be having more.

Dream:
Something makes me realise everything isn't quite right: I think my sister was wearing the jacket which some anime character wears (I don't remember which, just know it was an anime or manga character and the jacket was dark) and it leads me to question why she should be wearing it. I reality check, pinching my nose, and a little air escapes between my fingers. I'm still not sure if it's a dream or not, and even after doing the same check multiple times, I still have my doubts. But since everything seems a bit odd anyway, I decide to go with the 'it's a dream' theory and remember how many times I've reality checked and done nothing for being doubtful.

Now in my own hallway (perhaps having previously been in the kitchen..?) and alone, I briefly wonder what to do. It's a choice between going through the hallway mirror and flying, and since I have always been much better at the latter than teleporting or summoning type stuff, I decide to do that. I run at the door, intending to go through it and then fly upwards. The glass and wood clings to my face but bends to my shape and I eventually force my way through (out of practise really) and jump up into the air. --I don't remember what happens here too well, but I end up back inside-- I try pushing through windows and doors a few times to get the feel for it back and then go upstairs. In my room, I look at my hands and decide to try changing their shape. I focus on the ring finger of my right hand and will it to get longer, thinking to myself things like 'this is a dream, you know it's a dream, it doesn't have to be logical'. It doesn't work, so I look away breifly. When I look back, the finger is longer. I manage to do the same for the rest of my fingers and spend some time just checking out my elongated hands, before trying to make my fingers tiny instead. I manage to make half of them short and stubby and the others stay long. I return them all to normal.

Someone is with me now - I don't know who - but I've told them that this is a dream. I tell them to follow me and that we will be able to fly. I face the window (where in reality, they are white, now they are black) and ram my face into it. It buckles about my head and then snaps to fit my shoulders and torso. I climb up onto the window sill and jump out into the sky. We fly round to the left and over a series of gardens. I become slightly worried about people seeing us. We turn right and a banked line of gardens lead down a steep hill. There are trees lining the right fences and the canopies form a kind of roof. I swoop down the 'tunnel' and out the other side, then up over the roofs of houses and towards a lake. There are tourists all about, and I grow very afraid of being seen. I fly out over the lake and then up. "Let's try going into space!" I call to my companion. I have never actually managed to get into space in a dream before. We go up into the clouds, where we suddenly find ourselves inside an odd floating structure: there are a series of broad, flat rooms with metal walls stacked up on top of each other. Some of the have people in them, and there is a lift shaft up the middle. I fly upwards, through the ceiling and keep going - with each level, the metal becomes a shade or so darker....

It stops being lucid after this. I'll write about the rest of the dream some other time.

I really need to keep up with my DJ entries...
15-4-13
I had my first lucid dream for ages tonight.
The first dream wasn't lucid, and it involves me, my sister and various people I don't know scattered about in a building which is littered with white tables. First, we watch something on the news about a man baking many intricate, colourful Easter egg shaped cakes, in order to raise money for something. He says he has done everything possible to raise as much money as he can. My sister and I resolve to bake even better cakes than he has. Each table in the building is stacked with plastic crates which are full of odd icing-like dough in various pastel colours. There are people at each table rolling the dough and making it into stuff. I pick up a light minty coloured dough and roll it into ball and flatten it into an egg shape (I must add that I am walking about as I do this). At some point, I abandon this dough and start using a dull pinkish colour. Unfortunately, it refuses to roll into a ball properly....

Next dream. This Is a lucid one. My sister and I are sitting in my living room. I am sitting in the corner. She sits on the chair opposite and across the room with the computer on her lap. After I wake up, I find it odd that the fact that I was wearing my sister's pink pyjama shorts didn't give me a clue that I was dreaming. Here it gets weirder. My parents (particularly my dad) seem to have gone... evil. They fire magic at us which appears in the form of points of pinkish light on the walls (the room is dark - nobody has opened the curtains or turned on the lights). They hit my sister a few times, but she doesn't seem to care and each time just shakes it off. A blue point of light comes in and hits the far wall where it bounces off madly and hits me. It makes me a few years younger (I can tell because I see my legs have gotten smaller - weird, I know) which, as I am only fourteen, I am not happy about. So now my sister and I get up and hurry up to my room. She doesn't shut the door properly and my dad appears at the point where it is ajar. She slams the door before any more strange magic can happen and I suddenly do a reality check. I don't remember if, at that point, my sister knows it is a dream too, because she seems to be telling me that to get rid of the magic I just need to shake it off; literally. I randomly flail about because I don;t want to spend the rest of my lucid dream as a nine year old and my sister appears to be teaching me how to control my dream. I can't get it to work though. After I fail to return to my proper age, the dream ends.

16-4-13
It looks like I missed this date out of my Dream Journal.

17-4-13
I don't remember anything for tonight.

18-9-13
I think this dream was inspired by our history lesson about WW2 that day. We receive news that that England is at war - with whom, I don't know. My family decide to use the shed as an Andersen shelter, but I don't think it is safe (it's made of plastic), so decide to stay inside. It is incredibly sunny and my room is bathed with light. A warning goes up for an air raid. I don't think it is a siren, because everything is very quiet. I watch from my room as my family pile into the shed, which is half way up the garden. I hurry around the other side of the bed and get on the floor to roll under it. There is no room, so I push all of the crates out from underneath and lie down. As an extra measure, I take the bedsheet and pull it down like a tent. About three bombs drop, but do not explode. Then it's over. I wonder about my room for a bit; clear the desk; sit on my sofa. Another warning; I climb back under the bed, facing the other way and this time on my stomach to wait it out. Two bombs, no explosions, but this time, a disturbing scream. I get up and hurry downstairs and out the back door. At this point, I remember congratulating our enemy (hard to explain why). Nothing seems out of the ordinary and everything is incredibly bright and sunny. My family all mill about the garden and my dad enters the conservatory. Me points to the cat's litter tray "They're dead!" The litter tray is full of dead fish - unsurprisingly, as they aren't in water.
"Oh God," I say, turning to the rabbit's cage. "Sampras!"
Our rabbit is in the corner of his cage, eyes half-closed and muddy and disheveled. "Quick, get his head inside," someone says, and I lift Sampras the rabbit and deposit him in the house where he immediately perks up. SO now nobody can shelter outside.
"Get inside," I say, shutting the door, "and don't leave the door open for more than a few seconds."
I get inside, and everyone else follows. Sampras hops about happily.

Next dream: My mum tells me she is going to Japan today and wants to know if I want to come. I say I do, and she tells me not to bring much. I pack a few things into a small rucksack which has a ladybug on it. I check to see when the plane leaves: four o'clock. I ask if I can pack my laptop. My mum says that would be fine. We spend a while doing stuff about the house. My mum spends for ever packing, until four o'clock comes and passes. I am sitting on the floor in the living room as it becomes five o'clock and we still haven't left. Eventually, we do, but the dream ends.

19-4-13
One dream involves my electric toothbrush not charging so I discover that it is not plugged in. Wow.

A second dream starts with me reading Bleach, but the pages are all drawn in different colours. Then the dream goes strange, and we (me and some people I don't know - I think one male, one female) are in a tall, cylindrical metal room, with a slopes funnel shaped section in the floor. Ther are four long sweeping arms attached to a pole in the middle of the cylinder, and the whole thing is covered in bright blue paint - heaps of wet paint. About half way up the wall and behind me there is a long window in the metal wall and some controls which are being operated by Uryū Ishida. The panels begin to spin and separate out, and another cylindrical section rises of of the funnel shape in the middle, also covered in heaps of wet blue paint which runs down the sides in swathes. We avoid the panels which spin about violently until eventually they slow down and stop. There is something beneath the funnel section we need to get to - something inside the large inner cylinder. I take a long rope with a sharp hook on the end and throw it to my companions. The male one throws the hook over something on the ceiling so that it then falls down into the mouth of the funnel and operates like a pulley. He and the female start tugging it and the inner section starts rising - but now it is a lot smaller. The paint all runs off it and it we are left with a hollow cylinder with a cone-shaped top made of metal, suspended by the hook hanging from the ceiling. We are happy because we need what is inside...

12-4-13
Great recall of one dream:
We are in a more secluded version of the school netball/tennis courts, except in this realisty it is surrounded by trees; they are somehow very 'soft', and thick; the branches and leaves poke through the mesh cage surrounding the court. The area is divided in two across its width by another mesh wall, and the adjoining courts are missing. In their place a more trees. The colour of the leaves is a fairly dark green, the kind which is closer to blue than to yellow. The ground is shadowed. Our PE teacher of last year, let's call her X, is in charge of our class, which, for some reason, includes H from the above PE set. My mind wonders from this point, while we are put in groups by X. I am with my friend 'I' and we are sent down the far end of the court. The ironic thing is, I think I start to daydream about lucid dreaming. It takes me a while to realise that the teacher is shouting what appears to be a random assortment of continents and countries, and everyone is running up and down the width of the area. I start paying attention again. When I returns to my side, I ask her; "What are we doing?" and she gives me an enigmatic reply, if any, and I am left to work it out myself. It seems that the random continents have some correlation to how the other students run (what speed, what style, etc) and when. "Africa," calls X, and everyone runs across from my side to the other. I follow, having nothing else to do, but my left leg begins to ache abnormally half way across and I am forced to stop. X says some scathing, ill-disguised-with-joviality remark about my attempt, and (I think) I start trying to explain why I had to stop. I give up and retreat to the very back of the court, because I am 'out'. I spread out my arms and twist my hands about the mesh, feeling the very soft leaves on them and the back of my neck; they are cold and ever so slightly damp feeling. My friend comes over to me and I assume she too is out. X appears as my friend leaves again, and begins to criticise my attempt as pathetic. What is truly pathetic is my attempt to explain why I was so bad. X leaves as all of the group congregate in the opposite half of the courts. I returns one more time, now holding out a pale pink flower with four inverted heart shaped leaves and small, broad leaves which look like they have come from the surrounding trees. She tells me she got it from H.

A dream fragment includes me and a group of friends going to a roller coaster. We are supposedly the first to ride it. The large stairwell is grey concrete, and reminiscent of a stairwell in a dream I had a long time ago about a water slide. The train faces to my right. The top half of all of the cars are orange, the bottom navy.

13-4-13
Poor recall. I was stupid - half way through the night, I woke up remembering two dreams, but didn't want to move to write them down so I didn't disrupt a (failed) attempt at DEILD. I also had something against turning on the lights.

I recall being in the car. We (my family) had been out. I am unsure where. We are parked outside the house, and it is raining incredibly hard. When I get out of the car, the journey from my driveway to my door seems unusually long, and I get incredibly wet. I am wearing a leather jacket and navy hoodie, in the right pocket of which is an amount of money, including a two pound coin. I am the first to open the door, and in fact, the only one to enter. The curtains surrounding the door are half drawn and the normal lights have been replaced by two enlarged light bulbs. The one closest to me and the door is green. My dad is by the light switch (although I am the only one who entered the house) and says "Don't stand under that, it might explode."
I back off towards the stairs, at the same time sort of 'watching' my body back towards the door (it is ajar, now letting in clear blue-grey light). My dad turns on the lights and the green one flickers...

There was also a dream fragment involving me eating an exceptionally long mini roll and a load of sliced salami.

14-4-13
A disappointing lack of proper dreams last night. All I remember is that it had something to do with one of my friends.




Why are my dreams all so boring? Nothing ever seems to happen which makes me question reality.

I vaguely remember a total of five different dreams. One involved going to the dentist, but I don't remember anything more about that.
Another takes place in a mansion. I'm not quite sure what, but we are investigating something (again, not sure who 'we' is). Perhaps the murder of a middle-aged/old woman, with short dark grey hair, who seems to feature in this dream. There is also a place we go to think about information we've gained while in the mansion or surrounding grounds; it is a grey, mottled place with no horizons, set with a number of portal-like occurrences, which are either pale salmony pink or light blue (could be either. Don't remember which). When we enter any of the portals, we are taken back to the mansion.
A third dream takes place in a jungle or forest, with a rushing pale blue river. There are groups of people, none of whom I know, and I am put in a group with them. We all receive 'skills' which appear as pale dotted markings on black spheres/circles. Now we have to cross the river/work our way up it (don't remember which - something to do with the river) but to do so, we have to choose new groups. Nobody wants me in their group. This may be because my allotted skill is useless, or because I don't particularly want to join in. I end up in a team because someone whose 'skill' appeared as a pink scorpion engraved on a black sphere grudgingly allowed me in.
In the morning, after I wake up, the only dream I remember at first is the investigation dream (I guess that was the dream I had woken up from), but I rapidly forget parts of it, such as what we were investigating. I spend a moment trying to remember parts of it, with a limited degree of success, and decide I need to write it down quickly. However, I don't, and without realising it, fall asleep again, in which I dream that I have written down my dream. Sadly, by the time I wake up again, I forget even more of the dream, although I can now remember the rough theme of the dentist dream. Now I really need to write it down, but fall asleep again (did I ever wake up from the first dream which I write down my dreams in? Perhaps it was a false awakening). Again, I dream I have written down my dreams and begin to sketch the woman from the mansion one. I wake up for the third time, pick up my notebook, do a reality check and write down my dreams. Half way through, I remember the jungle dream. Later, when my mother is making me a coffee, I remember another dream. I remember the details of this one;
My friend D has brought in cakes and sweets to sell at charities week in the auditorium. I don't buy anything until later, when there are two plastic bags full left. D's stall is set up near the front of the hall, about level with the speaking podium, and comprises of one blue table which is longer than those in real life. I check the bags and see in the one on the right side a box of cakes and ask to buy them. 'You can't buy the whole box' says D. I say that I want to, or something like that, and later, we walk from the auditorium of my current school to the year six classroom of my primary school. Here, we sit on a desk in the room which we weren't in in year six and I ask D how much she wants for the box of cakes. She says £3.75, and I'm not sure I want to pay that much. I have my handbag and have been holding about four pounds ninety in change in my hand for a while now. D leaves. I open the box (which is light blue) of cakes and look at them (I still remember the layout), eventually deciding I don't want them all after all. Instead, I decide to buy a pain au chocolat and put dibs on the éclair when D comes back. Dream ends before she does.

Seeing the man fixing the fence in my garden today made me recall last night's dream.

I climb a stepladder and recall it being incredibly wobbly. There was also another stepladder, which I only view, and wonder how such an article can be so unstable. It is mid-dark blue and gunmetal grey in colour, somehow crude looking, with chipped paint.