Moth487

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...