lucid

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...