lucid

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I dug up this entry from a slightly older dream journal.

I was lying on my queen bed inside my bedroom; it had beige walls and plush tan carpet. My bed had a duvet with a rainbow stripe cover, and this was what I was lying on. The lights were dimmed, and this cast a slightly creepy feeling onto the dream. I got up and became semi-lucid as I did, walking towards the white door to my room, which was closed. I had to pull a bit to open it, but then it opened. I had more lucidity at this point, so I decided to walk out into the hallway and summon people. But the hallway was extremely dark, almost black.

Suddenly, I felt something bite me hard on my foot, so I pulled back. "Hey!" I demanded. "Whoever did that, get over here, now!" Since it was a dream, I figured I'd use a commanding voice to get what I wanted. It was a shadow, almost shaped like a terrier dog, and it slipped quickly in front of me, then stayed still. I looked down at it. "What was that for? Bad dog."

It began to growl at me, and I saw translucent red beginning to drip from its sides. as well as teeth being bared. "Sorry about that," I said, trying to appeal to its better nature so it didn't attack me. Perhaps it was more powerful than I could control in this dream. "Want to go out for dinner?" I asked, wildly improvising.

"Sure," I heard come from it. It was a squeak, almost like a child's voice. We both exited the room and walked into the dark hallway. A few steps and I saw cracks of light coming from a door...

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I dug up this entry from a slightly older dream journal.

I was in my house. The lighting was dim; if I were to rate it on a scale of one to ten, ten being normal light in a house and one being dark, I'd give it a five. The house was large and modern; the walls were smooth light beige and the flooring was polished cherry hardwood. There were nooks and crannies and it reminded me of a house from a horror movie, but there was no horror aspect to the dream. At least, not yet.

The room I was currently in was completely empty, with the exception of a few packing beans and a thirty-inch television set mounted on the wall. I stared at it for a few moments, and then heard footsteps behind me. I spun around and was looking right into my sister's eyes. She was a few inches shorter than me, so she was looking up, but the look in her eyes frightened me a bit. She looked possessed.

I backed up a few paces and at the same time, she advanced. She was holding her hand up, which had a needle filled with light pink fluid. It was difficult to tell whether it was viscous or not, and to identify what it was, but whatever it might have been, I knew this wasn't a good thing.

She smiled as the look on my face changed from surprise to terror. I suddenly bolted and ran past her, barely missing a jab from the needle. I got to the stairs after a few good paces, but there were strips of wood blocking the way, and I couldn't crawl through a hole; there weren't any. I was pretty much trapped. My sister then stabbed me hard in the lower arm. I remember minutely realizing that this was a dream, so I told her "it'll take more than that." I grabbed the syringe and pointed it at her. "Go away."

The dream ended with the needle still in my hand.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
In this long dream, I became lucid once but decided to go with the plot of the dream.

I was in the atrium of my school, a large, spacious central room with a triangular roof made of glass panels. You could hold a party in the room, it was so big. The doors were all lighter teal, and the tiles on the floor were large white and tan colors. On opposite sides of the room there were three doors, each to separate classrooms. The other two sides hosted the large main door and the back door, which both had large glass panels so you could see outside. I was outside the door of a classroom, leaning almost right up against the wall, waiting for the class to end. There were students walking past me but none of them acknowledged that I was there.

There was a random borderless mirror beside me, and I looked into it. Most of my face was unseeable because there was a patch of fog on the mirror. When I moved my face to try and see it better, the fog disappeared and reappeared, again in front of my face. It annoyed me, so I stopped looking and just waited for the classroom doors to open.

After a minute, the doors opened and I saw students from the grade lower than mine come out. There was a girl slightly shorter than me and with blonde hair down to her shoulders, and she looked at me as she walked past with the other students. "Hey, can I talk to you for a moment?" I asked her. She concurred and stepped away from the crowd, which was quickly ebbing away into the halls. "What is it?" I decided to play mysterious and not give her all the details. "Something's happened, and I'm not sure I can stay friends with you. I'm hoping you'll understand." Her only reaction was a dumbfounded expression and "what?"

"I know that I'm not giving you a lot of details... I really think it'd be best if we weren't to talk anymore..." I decided to leave it at that, so I turned away and began to travel towards the front doors of the atrium. There was a set of stairs to get up to the second floor, and I was going to take them. "Hold it," I heard the girl say very sharply. "You're f***ing crazy. What's going on?" She began to press and press as I turned around to face her. She looked extremely mad, and her eyes were wider than they used to be. "Please, just go away," I told her firmly. "I'm sorry."

She then lunged forward and tried to smack me across the face, but I fell backwards, getting up as quickly as I could but rather messily. She was breathing heavily now, looking almost like she wanted to murder me or something. "Come on," I told her again, almost jokingly, "this isn't worth it." I spun around and began sprinting towards the door, not looking back. Although from inside the building it looked light outside, when I actually got out it was dark. There was white-colored illumination from street lights though, which shone on a bumpy sheet of ice on the road. There was patches of snow here and there, covering up most of the grass outside. I saw a car which wasn't mine, but I figured I could use it to get away from the frightening student. It was a pale maroon-colored 60's vehicle that looked fairly worn down, but I got inside anyways. I pushed a large white button to the right of the steering wheel, between that and the radio consol. The car turned on with a "beep".

I began to drive it, pressing down on the gas pedal to turn around (it was facing the wrong way), and began turning the steering wheel. However, the ice on the road made it very difficult to steer properly. The car slide five or ten feet to the side, and then again when I tried to back up. I couldn't drive in this thing, so I had to walk. When I got outside the car, the sky was brighter, almost as if it were seven in the morning. There was much more light now, so I got to the sidewalk and began walking down the street. Instead of apartment complexes and gas stations like in real life, there were single story houses along either side. I began to run again, and ran until I got to a juncture consisting of four small, white, modern buildings, attached together in a pinwheel fashion. The corners were touching but there was no way to get from inside one to the other without first going outside. I took refuge in one of them. There was black barbed fence surrounding them, except for a few medium-sized openings, and a few large green dumpsters. There were many cardboard boxes as well.

Inside the building I chose to enter, there was solid tan flooring, and the walls were brick that was painted white. The whole building consisted of one room, which was littered with brand-new couches and television sets. I sat down in one of the chairs, which was comfortable. Only a minute or so passed before the student appeared in the door, which I thought was impossible. I told her to "stop" and she did, then I performed the finger-through-palm reality check. I really had to push my for my finger to go through, but it did, and then I knew I was dreaming. It only took a second to realize that I've never had a dream quite like this one before, so I decided to egg the student on instead of telling her to leave.

"Keep doing what you're doing," I told her commandingly. "You're boss," she said. That made no sense until I woke up, but anyhow, she then began to advance on me. I felt my lucidity beginning to wane, so I ran at her and tried to punch her. She dodged it and my fist slammed into the bricks, creating a hole. I could see red but there was no blood on my hand, so it must have been the red bricks underneath the paint. I then lost my lucidity almost all at once, but I continued to hit her. "I said to leave me alone!" I said, rather aggressively, and managed to land a blow to her collarbone. She recoiled and touched where I punched her as if in pain. "A**hole", she called me, and slowly backed away through the door, slamming it shut. I finally managed to get rid of her.

Moments later, she came back into the building with a large steak knife. I had a burst of panic, so I turned around and bolted towards a door that suddenly just appeared out of nowhere. I opened it and ended up in an alley consisting of a black dumpster, more black barbed wire, and brick buildings fairly close together. It was now daytime-brightness outside, so I could see everything. I began to climb up along the barbed wire, which didn't injure me at all. I must have been fifteen feet off the ground when the girl appeared outside, swinging the knife. I held my hand out for her to stop, but as I did, she took off my index finger. I shouted "ouch", although there was no pain. I looked at the stub of my finger and although it was flat and red, there was no blood coming out. The girl had vanished.

The next thing I knew, I was back on the ground, holding what was left of my finger. I sat down cross-legged and leaned back against the black wire, looking up at the sky because I wasn't sure what to do next. Then someone appeared; she was a woman in her thirties with long brown hair, wearing a casual dress. "Hey, what's wrong?" she asked me. I showed her my finger. "Someone attacked me."

She pulled out what looked like a finger puppet, but it was very plain; the only thing on it was the color grey. She took my finger and put it on, and it filled up exactly what part of my finger had been cut off. She took a small sewing needle and some yellow thread, sewing it on painlessly. When she was finished and I had a look at it, I could move my finger again. When I looked up, she was gone.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
This was from an hour-long nap I took today.

This dream involved me standing on a driveway to my house; I was facing the street right from the start. This place hardly looked like my house though. The driveway was all the way to the left of the lot, but I didn't look back to see if it properly connected with the house. Along the side of the driveway, there was a large evergreen tree, probably at least thirty feet tall. It filled up at least half the front yard. It was nighttime, but there were street lights casting an orange glow to the area. It was light enough to see everything.

I became lucid, but I wasn't aware as I should have been, or would have liked. I immediately gasped and looked around, taking in the scenery, with no need to do a reality check. "I'm dreaming!" I confirmed to myself just from the fact that there was a jumbo tree sitting in my front yard. I immediately started to walk forward, and stopped as soon as I was about to set foot on the street. There was a woman with shoulder-length blonde hair walking down the road, her face turned away from me. A few feet from where she was walking, the road curved around a house and I couldn't see past it. I called out to her, asking where I was, and she turned around. I didn't recognize her face at all. She told me that I was in Las Vegas. I immediately told her off. "Yeah right, this is nothing like Las Vegas. There's no neon lights, no cars driving by, and definitely no casinos."

I forgot about her and decided to try throwing a pokeball. I didn't think of what I'd release, though, until it was already in the air, so I just shouted out a random Pokemon. I shouted out, "Fearow!"

It ended up on the road and looked like it should have: brown, with a pink beak and cream fuzz on its back. It was around the proper size too. But somehow, its behavior was off. Instead of flying above the ground or at least levitating, it was hopping along the ground like a duckling, and squawking every few seconds. It didn't turn to look at me when I called it. After that the dream ended rather abruptly; it was probably the thunderstorm outside that woke me.

This is one of my
Five-Star Lucids

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This is one of the best dreams I've ever had, both in terms of lucidity and control. I was almost completely aware, and my dream control worked for just about everything.

I was in the debate room of my school, which had solid dark cream flooring, a long rectangular whiteboard on the wall and neatly arranged desks, all facing that board. I was in class with my friends, and a student in the upper grade walked in, handing out single sheets of paper to everyone. I looked at it and I saw a "who, what, where, when" style of invitation. It was an invitation for an event at the school. I remember it saying that Edward Norton, the actor, was coming to present a seminar on acting.

The dream then changed briefly: I'm at home, and anxious for the next day. Then it changed back and I was at school again; I was sitting in the same room as before, but this time there were less people. Norton was at the front of the room with some sort of PowerPoint projected up on the wall. At the end of the seminar, after everyone left and he was packing up, I became lucid. I was now almost completely aware that I was in a dream; I didn't even have to use a reality check. I could tell from the location and the fact that it looked different than usual.

"This is so cool!" I said, beginning to walk out of the room and into the atrium of the school. The color scheme is eggshell blue on the window frames and doors, and lighter whites, grays and beiges for the walls and tiles.

Click here for a floor map of the atrium.

I was now in the middle of the atrium, but the dream had a mind of its own. Although I didn't expect it to happen, Edward Norton had followed me and was looking up at the second floor. I did the same because there may have been something interesting up there, and there definitely was. Behind the silver cylindrical railing, there was a man all dressed in black with a ski mask covering his face.

"Are you here to mess up my dream?" I asked him, not caring if he were to jump down and attack me.

He didn't reply.

I laughed a bit and told the man, "go ahead if you want!"

At that moment, I decided to create this big, epic dream fight. I turned myself around to look at the entrance, where a bunch of other people I summoned were coming in through a door they smashed in, talking to each other; some were wearing all black and ski masks, some weren't... Some were running while others were walking patiently along.

I tried not to panic, as more people were entering the school than I expected. I produced a blast of fire from my hands; more specifically, fire that would only set the bad guys on fire and not the school. It worked and I created a long stream of fire aimed directly towards them. I didn't expect for Norton to be beside me, also creating fire using some kung-fu style moves which was actually pretty funny-looking. I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

I spun around and saw more dream characters coming in.

"Come on" I muttered, annoyed. I didn't summon those guys, only the ones on the other side of the atrium.

I held out my hand and shouted, "stop!" to the newcomers. I could hear shoes squeaking as they stopped mid-stride in surprise. "Go away. You can be in another one of my dreams."

They agreed and walked away. I turned around again and the others had frozen up, unmoving. Maybe because I was involved with too many dream characters at one time?

"Continue," I commanded, and the scene began to move.

All the bad guys collapsed on top of me, kicking and punching; it reminded me of a matrix-style fight. Unfortunately I couldn't see much past them, so I knelt down and created a huge blast of energy. It was bubble shaped and had a slight pink hue to it, but only in patches, like an actual bubble. It popped, and the enemies flew away into the walls of the atrium.

And that's where it ends. I would've recorded more, but I forgot the rest.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
This is a dream added from a few months earlier.

It must have been my home city according to my subconscious, but it looked different. Although it had many similar buildings, there was a huge river running near the middle of the city, directly through it from one end to the other. I knew this before I actually took off and flew.

I started out in a restaurant; it was an Italian-style restaurant with burgundy walls, gold accents and thick gold trim snaking around the middle of the walls. There were only a few tables and chairs, even though the restaurant was a larger size. I walked outside after standing around for a little while and I saw my mother walking towards me. "Hey Puffin," she told me casually and waved, then walked closer and looked around a bit. "You're dreaming," she told me quietly.

I usually don't become lucid if a DC tells me that I'm dreaming, but this time I did. "Yes!" I exclaimed loudly and bolted away, completely ignoring any reaction my mother might have had. I attempted to push myself off the ground without the help of anything. I managed to get a quite a few feet, but I only floated for a few moments and then fell back to the ground on my back. Flapping my arms didn't help. I imagined being alright after the fall, even though in reality it would have hurt me, and I was okay; the dream didn't end.

I decided to summon wings, and this worked. I couldn't see them, but I could see the shadow of them as they appeared behind me. I managed to take off and began accelerating over the city, traveling faster and faster. I had to push myself every few seconds because the speed would start to wane, but it was okay. I looked down at the city, and I could see everything, including the empty areas around it. I then turned my attention to the sky, which was a dark blue. Nighttime.

I decided to try something different and instead of saying "increase daylight" or something similar, I poked my index finger out against a currently invisible interface. Then, a keyboard appeared, the keys transparent against the sky but each outlined with a white border. I didn't pay attention to what the keys said, but I simply stated, "change to noon". The sky changed very quickly, and now it was a mixture of normal light daytime color, yellow, and shades of purple and pink.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

The lucidity in this dream was very high! It almost felt like I was awake and totally aware. Although, I wouldn't have considered myself superlucid, as I didn't have too much control over a specific DC within the dream...

I can't remember too much, but I do remember that I was on the sidewalk at the beginning, next to some average city buildings. A couple of them were short, built from burgundy and red bricks, and others were stucco. It was a potluck of different buildings, but it looked pretty normal. I became lucid from a blast of awareness, and I observed the dream for a few seconds, just looking at the details of the location and breathing in the air. I did an RC for fun by looking at my palm, and I had seven fingers all fanned out on my right hand. I looked down the street and thought about what I could do.

Suddenly, I saw my Healthy Lifestyles class teacher walking down the sidewalk, in her gray yoga pants and a black hoodie. She came towards me and said angrily, "you, get back to school!"

This unnerved me slightly, but I managed to keep most of my lucidity without losing focus. "You have to go, now!" she continued.

I told her that this was a dream. I also stated that I was right in the middle of deciding what to do, and to please leave me alone. I didn't want to disrespect her, even though she was just a DC. She told me that I wasn't dreaming, and to stop being silly, but I persisted. She made a rude remark and stalked away.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This was the second in a recent spate of dreams involving Iron Man. Since this was a longer dream, I became lucid on and off throughout the course of it. When the lucid parts occurred, it was less-than-average lucidity.

I began this dream in a massive, futuristic dome; it had glass tiles like Disney's Epcot sculpture, and was the size of a few football fields. There was a blimp near the ceiling with a flat top, almost like a table. There was grass and palm trees on the ground, and different small stores around the edges. In the middle of the dome, there were city buildings, and here, the lighting was darker. This is where I was first. I was falling towards the buildings, and I heard narration from my dream: "since this is a dream, you can trampoline off the buildings without getting hurt, due to the nature of the dream." I didn't become lucid yet, but when I impacted the top of an apartment building, it bounced inwards slightly and I rebounded. The next time I hit a building, I only bounced a foot or two, and then landed on the ground.

The next thing I knew, I was on a ski mountain, probably a green run. The hill was fairly steep, and at the bottom, I could see the ski rental station and another larger building. I had to get down quick, as I was late to meet Tony Stark, back at that massive dome. I had skis on, so I began to slide down the hill. There were a few ripples in the hill, but on the last one one of my skis flew off, so I had to go down on only one ski. I arrived at the rental station and became aware that I was dreaming. I had to leave the ski resort and check out my ski equipment, so I tossed the one ski over and said, "bill me". Even though I was lucid, the lucidity wasn't strong enough, and so I wanted to maintain courtesy towards the attendant. As I turned around and began to run away, they called me back and said that their credit card system is down. I rolled my eyes and pulled out a random wallet, pulled out a large bill, and then said to keep the change.

The dream skipped again and I was no longer lucid. I was back in the dome, which seemed a bit smaller than before, and I still had the priority of getting to where Tony Stark was. Apparently he was on that blimp with the flat top. It wasn't that big; around the size of a regular bedroom. I pushed off from the ground and flew across the area to where the blimp was, and landed. There was a table covered with a white tablecloth, and Stark was there along with two other people. I pulled up a seat at the head of the table and said, "sorry I'm late, I got caught up in something." He was in a tux identical to the one below.

At the table in front of me, there was a tasty-looking hot dog with vegetables and stuff. I didn't look to see what the others were eating, as it didn't really cross my mind. On the hot dog, there was mustard and some shiny, dark green condiment that actually looked pretty tasty. I remember going lucid again and eating the entire thing, but then losing the lucidity!

While eating after becoming unconscious again, I plunged into a senseless conversation with him, his two bodyguards (as I then found out) casually listening on. Some lines from our conversation were, but not limited to:

"I know we both invented it in our own separate ways, but you were quicker getting it into public."
"They costed a lot of money. I had to sell a really expensive dress I owned to get proper funding for the event."

I can't recall the direct purpose or topic of the conversation. This was pretty much all there was, and then I became lucid just as the dream was ending. I decided that this was a pretty interesting dream and didn't want to forget about it by DEILDing.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

CAUTION: Contains spoilers from the 1996 film Primal Fear.

A movie character makes an appearance in my dreams once again. I can't believe I forgot what my old dream goal was though, especially with the level of lucidity I had.

EPIC FACEPALMZ

At the start of the dream, I walked through a door and into a science lab that had cream-colored tiles, no grout, and pure white walls. This lab was clean and uncluttered, but perhaps that was because all the shelves were up against the walls, facing outwards into the room. Beakers, flasks, and textbooks lined the shelves in a rather unorganized fashion. In the middle of the large space there was a courtroom-like setup, although it was much more simplified, as I have drawn in the image below.

Every chair was occupied by a person, and there were two to a table. Most of the occupants were dressed in suites and ties, but a few were dressed more casually. Unlike a regular courtroom, there was no judge at the front of the room, only the defendant and the prosecutor sitting at the same desk. The defendant was to the left, and the prosecutor was to the right.

The defendant was Roy, probably on trial for feigning an illness, but I didn't know for sure. I knew what I was coming in there for, though. I was going to get him out.

The door made a slight squeaking sound as I opened it further and stood at the back. A few of the people sitting in the chairs turned around to see me, but then turned around after a brief look. Roy looked at me, interested in what I was going to do. I briefly gestured to him to ignore me for now; and as I did, I became lucid. I was still standing at the back though, knowing I wanted to further complete a dream goal involving Roy. But I couldn't remember what it was!

The rest of the room went quiet and froze as I thought hard as to what it could have been. I spent the rest of the dream trying to remember.

The exact moment I woke up, I remembered.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This was just.... sad.

The dream began in my bedroom. The lights were all off, and it was clearly dark outside, but there was a slight level of visibility aided by a blueish nighttime glow. Because of this, colors weren't easily discernible but I could tell my bed and side table were white. My steel blue alarm clock with glowing red numbers was sitting on my side table, facing my bed.

I was sitting on my bed, minding my own business but with a bit more awareness than usual, and then my eyes caught my alarm clock. I only had to look once to know I was dreaming. It said the following...

I became lucid after double-checking with the nose-plug reality check. After all, the missing part of the last number could have been a technical error on the clock's behalf. I got up and the lighting suddenly became a bit brighter. I looked at my hands while at the same time focusing on the scenery, so I could stabilize the dream a bit more. I then walked through my bedroom door and into the hallway, down the hallway and towards the front door. I usually exit the house like this, even though I could just go through my bedroom door and expect anything to be on the other side. But the door was open so I didn't think about this.

The whole house's lights were off, but with the same slight glow. I grabbed the doorknob and tried to open it. It didn't move at all, or even turn.
I tried a few times but nothing I did made it open. I was now getting an eerie premonition from the area around me, and I had a gut feeling that the dream was going to turn into a nightmare. I closed my eyes and fell backwards to get out, because I'd never felt as freaked out as I did now.

I was back in my bed, awake this time.

I did a WBTB so I'd have a chance of having another lucid. I opened my bedroom door, walked to the kitchen and got a glass of water, and came back into my room. By the time I settled back into bed, around five minutes later, I heard buzzing. I immediately leapt to my feet, did a quick reality check, and realized there was a freaking mosquito in my bedroom.

It took forty minutes to kill the thing.
I didn't have any other dreams once I got back into bed.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Dream 1 - The Train

I was on a train. You know, one of those passenger trains with the multiple cars. It was very cozy yet airy inside, and there were maroon leather seats on either side of the car I was in, almost like a luxury bus. There were also round tables covered with white tablecloths near the back of the car. It had very large windows so people could look outside; these windows made up nearly the entire sides of the car.

I became lucid almost immediately. I exclaimed out loud and did a little dance because I hadn't been lucid in a few days, and immediately decided to do something (although I wasn't sure what yet). I wanted to exit the train but I knew it was moving, pretty fast too, but I didn't want to go all the way to the conductor and ask them to stop it manually. That would have been silly. So, I punched a large hole in one of the windows (no one was around to witness it) and looked outside for the first time. The train was not on a track, but in the middle of traffic, moving along smoothly with the other cars. There wasn't much traffic though, so I jumped out, landing on my feet in the middle of traffic.

I looked down the lane and saw a forest-green colored car zooming towards me at around sixty miles an hour, so I leaped on top of it, causing a large dent and feeling the top of the car implode. The car stopped abruptly, as soon as I touched it, but I didn't get thrown off. I then jumped off the car and onto the sidewalk. I tried to do the second jump stylishly but I failed miserably. I had to balance myself a bit, and almost felt pain as my feet contacted the cement sidewalk. I walked it off.

I spent the rest of the dream flying around because that's one of my favourite things to do.

Dream 2 - "Why'd you do that?!"

As soon as the train dream ended, I found myself in my bedroom, all tucked into bed. My room was situated downstairs; I was in a queen bed with mint green covers, a polished dark brown nightstand beside it, and an oak artist's desk in the other corner of my room.

I was suspicious of this, though, because something felt wierd. I got up a bit, still covered in blankets, and looked at my alarm clock. The first time I looked, it said 1:00. Nothing strange at all. However, I looked back and forth a few more times, because sometimes in dreams my clock tricks me. Caught it.

The next sequence of numbers was 2:00, 3:00, and then 4:04. I immediately got up and said, "a second lucid dream!?"

By now I was pretty excited but I knew better than to go around destabilizing the dream. I went out through the door to my room and ran upstairs, towards the front door to get out of the house. Through the window next to the door, between the blinds, I saw that it was dark. But I knew, through expectation, that I could make it light outside. Before disregarding the window, I looked at the door and expected it to be light outside. I turned the doorknob and it was light. Perfect.

I walked down the driveway and was about to fly away.

Then my mother woke me up, and I was back in bed. I was sure I was awake, so I asked, "why did you do that? I was in the middle of a lucid dream." A few moments later, I woke up for real.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I guess one could call this a nightmare, but it didn't quite start out like that.

I woke up on the top of a bunk bed in a tiny plain hotel room. The flooring was dark, pale blue carpet, and there was a hotel-sized white-paned window on the other side of the room. I caught the false awakening and momentarily became a bit lucid, but it didn't last.

I got up from the bunk bed and went down the stairs. There was no one else in the room, but there was an open door leading to the main part of the booked hotel room (where the fridge and chairs are). I peered out and knew I wasn't supposed to be here. I saw a man with a black t-shirt and blue jeans sitting at a small round wooden table, drinking from a mug. He looked slightly scuffed up, although not much. He also looked fairly strong, like someone who'd just gotten back from the gym.

He saw me right away. "Hello," he told me, rather normally. "Don't be shy. Come out and I'll make you some breakfast."

I decided to play stupid and say, "I have to get dressed first." There must have been a suitcase or something of clothing in the room, because he said, "sure". I went into the room, closing the door, and found a small shopping bag filled to the top with clothes, but I wasn't actually going for them. I was going for anything that could help me escape.

My gaze flit around the room and I saw a coach purse, exactly like the one I own in real life. It had a very long strap that I could use to climb down the side of the hotel.

I looked out the hotel window, clutching the purse, and saw that our room was situated at least thirty floors up. The strap didn't even go half the distance to the ground. Crap!

Suddenly, the man walked into the room and froze when he saw me by the window with the purse. "What are you doing?" he asked me.

"Getting out of here," I shot back at him. I made a run for the door, went through it, and he didn't do anything to stop me. He pulled out a long, silver knife instead. I looked back as I ran out the door and into the hotel hallway; he was watching me calmly with the knife in his hand. I didn't look back as I ran down the stairs to the lobby.

There were only one or two sets of stairs and already I was on the first floor...? Anyways, I got there and no one was in sight, but there was a phone at the reception desk. I took it and crazily tried to dial 911. The man suddenly appeared, slipping around the corner and holding the phone box. "You're crazy!" I shouted to him. The machine rang and then a voice answered. "I'm being kidnapped and threatened with a knife!" I told the woman on the other line. "Help me, I'm-"

I couldn't get an address out, because the man found the phone outlet and unplugged it, then cut the cord with his knife. I gaped and backed away from him rather quickly. "Don't leave," he told me forcefully.

I took one more step back and my foot landed on a gun. My eyes widened even more (is that even possible?) and I reached down and picked the gun up. It was dark gray, almost black, and heavy. It was loaded. "Back the f*** up!" I told him, looking for the exit. Suddenly he reached into his pocket and pulled out his own gun. I shot him in the chest, killing him instantly. His eyes began to bleed and there were bruises appearing all over his body. He was still standing up straight but his eyes were closed, and he was completely still. Then another person, looking very much like him, appeared with the same ghastly imagery. It frightened me so much I woke up.

This is one of my
Five-Star Lucids

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I enjoyed this dream, even though I wasn't lucid enough to change the dream plot or really realize I could do anything I wanted. But being invincible sure was enough.

I was in a house, and a pretty small one at that. I knew it was my house at once, and I lived there with my mother and two(?!) sisters. Okay, so I only should have had one, but this didn't cause lucidity.

Before I was lucid, and who knows how, but I knew I had special powers. I couldn't be pierced by bullets, and I was really strong.

I was in a fairly small room at the beginning of the dream. It contained a dark gray mat for shoes that filled up at least half the floor space, and there was a set of stairs reaching down into the basement. Although no one was downstairs, the lights were all on, casting a slightly yellowish glow. I knew that my family was all in my mom's bedroom doing stuff.

I walked into the next room, the garage which was completely empty, and then turned sharply to the left into a work area. This room was small, and had large pegboards all over the walls. The flooring was bamboo hardwood or something similar, and there was a half-wall diving a part of the room off right when you walk in. I sensed that someone was there as soon as I was about to enter the room, because I heard whispering. I didn't like this, so I charged in and looked straight over the half-wall.

I saw a gun, held by a pair of hands, directly over the wall.
I was dreaming.

"Go on, shoot," I told the man as he slowly got up, still pointing the gun at me. He was black and had longer hair, and was wearing a gray sweater. "You can't kill me, and if you don't get out of this house right now, I might as well make you."

"Go ahead," he scoffed, totally unbelieving. "Make me."
He then shot me right in the chest, but nothing happened except a slight recoil. I rolled my eyes. He shot multiple times more, still with no results, and the gun clicked. No more ammunition. "That's what I mean," I told him. "Get out now."

He had a look of fear in his eyes as he hugged the walls and ran out of the house, through the garage door which happened to be open. I wondered what I'd tell my mom. After all, nothing like this had ever happened before. I got into the bedroom where everyone else was and decided to say nothing, but that was beside the point. I heard someone shuffling around in the backyard.

I walked out without saying anything to my mom or sisters, and found three men in clown masks, sort of like those in The Dark Knight, except these were thinner and more sculpted to their real faces.

One of them pulled out a large black gun, looking almost like a rifle, and shot me once. The sound rang out like that a shotgun would make, but once again nothing happened; a bullet didn't even emerge. I ran at him and with barely any effort, took his gun. I turned it on him and asked the others, "anyone else have a gun"?

They shook their heads minutely.

"Fine." I took the gun and easily snapped it in half. "I'm going to go inside now, and when I come out, you'd better be gone."

I went into the bedroom again and my family was still there, now folding clothes up. I went into my mom's polished dark wooden dresser and found a section with only guns. The problem was, these guns looked normal, but instead of ammunition, they needed a battery. "Mom, do you have a battery for this gun?" I asked, holding one up. I seemed to have forgotten the fact that there never should've been guns in the house.

She handed me a shiny, metallic gray stone-like rectangle that fit properly into the gun. It had tiny holes almost like pumice does. "Thanks".

I went into the backyard and they were gone.

I attempted a DEILD but failed.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

It took long enough, but I finally managed to complete my goal to run real fast without destabilizing the dream.

It started off with me being in a small shack. This building was tiny, probably only five by five feet, and made from strips of wood tiled vertically. There was practically no room to move around in because there were old desks and chairs shoved against the walls. I exited rather quickly to see the outside of the shack. The roof was ready to collapse and looked like it was made from really decayed metal. It sort of looked like the following picture, minus the snow and trees.

The shack was on the side of a beautiful light gravel road, lodged somewhere in the mountains with many trees, like the picture below.

However, the trees were curving over the road and blotting out most of the sky. The scenery still looked very pretty though. I spent some time looking around, and even went to one tree right next to the shack to look at an ant... But I gained lucidity, so I stopped wasting my time looking at bugs. I remembered my dream goal almost immediately. "I should try running again," I said out loud. I'd already failed once, so I was itching to complete this goal. "There's a good pathway... this might help me."

I broke into a light sprint and the trees began to tremble slightly; a few small leaves were falling off them. I leaned forward more and imagined myself rocketing forward. It worked, and I was now going very, very fast. To be safe, I didn't even consider the fact that the dream could destabilize, even though the imagery around me was becoming stretched like taffy. I stopped, closed my eyes for a second, and opened them. I was in the shack again without lucidity.

Dream 1 - Mission Space

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This dream began in a mall-like situation. I was in a hallway, similar to the atrium of a mall, but the walls were much closer even though the ceiling was high up. I was walking towards an open box-like space in this mall 'hallway', with my sister and my father. The walls and floor were of a typical mall location: tile, slightly dirty from people walking on them all the time, with off-white walls.

That's when I saw the Mission Space sign to the left, just before the opening. It looked like the picture above, but at a smaller scale and less bold, as if the colors were less saturated, or paler. I didn't think anything unusual of this, even though the only Mission Space ride is at Disney World. The next instant, I eagerly asked my father if we could go on. He said sure, and so all three of us got into the single capsule (click here to see what it looks like in real life). It looked the same as that, except that the four seats inside the capsule were all closed off from one another, separated by a thin wall. So once I got inside, I couldn't see my father or sister. I paid no attention to how I managed to get inside, into the middle seat even though I couldn't recall the walls coming out or opening up to allow entry.

Then, the simulation started.

I recall it looking shockingly similar to the real thing, except that the screen in front of me looked like a slightly fuzzy television screen: one of those with the slightly convex screens with bits and pieces of static all over, and it was not as clear as it should have been. I even felt slight G-forces, or something similar to that, as the ride took off. On the screen, I saw the end of a straight roller coaster track, and then I felt the beginning of forces acting against me as the simulator began working. But soon enough, I felt the dream fading. I began to lose my sense of touch even though I was holding two handles on the sides of the ride, almost like a numbness, and my vision was getting dark. I suddenly realized that was is a dream, but unfortunately, it was too late. I resolved to DEILD as soon as I got back in bed.

Dream 2 - DEILD

Type: DEILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

It worked. I managed to think clearly enough of the inside of the capsule, where I was inside my last dream, as well as imagine the senses of touch, smell, and sight regarding the ride. I ended back up inside the ride. Now, I just had to get out of it. I panicked for a second, but then I summoned a big red emergency button. It looked like one of those glass ones, with very red coloring and a slight light emitting from it. I pressed it and the ride capsule opened, front-first. I got up and walked straight out of it, and I realized now that I could do anything I wanted. I shouted "yes, I DEILDed!" as I usually do and started running towards an exit door that I summoned. I could see, in the corner of my eyes, a couple DCs staring at me like I was a psychotic person, but I didn't stop to explain; I had precious time to spend in this dream. I turned a corner and I emerged out into a city-like area with a large brick building; tan bricks, some triangular roofs...

But then I woke up.