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So when I was about 9, me and my friends always used to bully my neighbor (really mean I know. I regret it) but anyways, he still lives in the same house, I just live one road behind him, so in my dream, me and his brother were playing, then we started fighting. I beat him up really good and he went home. Crying. Then I woke up and I was writing in my dream journal about my dream, then I actually woke up.

I was in a luxurious hotel/building of some kind, with wood paneled walls and red/purple carpets. I am with a rag tag group of friends, old and new, from completely different places and times.
We were surrounded by a lot of military leaders and important people both from films/TV shows I had watched and from real life, such as Obama and other people who I knew were important.
Suddenly the dream is chaos as a number of assassinations start to take place; I see a group of these high ranking officials step into an elevator to plummet to their deaths, purple smoke fills the room and there are bodyguards and spies pulling out guns and starting a shoot out.

Me and my friends also pull out firearms and join in, covering behind a sort of lobby like desk. One of my friends shouted "Why can't we all be friends" then a man in a grey suit who I know is my ally, grabs another guy and jumps out the window, I grab a grey cushioned, steel frame chair and jump out after him (hoping to use the chair to break my fall I guess) we plummet a huge distance before landing, the chair crumples under me and I survive, but I feel like i have broken my ribs.

Looking around I have landed in a sunny park with people riding bikes/relaxing, I look back and see the building I jumped from, a huge grey tower block, with small windows. I can see the window from which I jumped.
Somehow I end up in a doctors office at a high tech lab called "Black Villain", probably for my ribs. I remember seeing a pale blue poster on the wall, advertising "Carbonatate" Headphones. I also see the doctors clipboard, which has a drawing of a ball, with a line across to a man who seems to be fist pumping, I can tell this is supposed to represent him in good health.

Morning of April 28, 2014. Monday.



There are three dreams in which there are no seriously more unusual or bizarre aspects as is sometimes the case. Still, they all take place in “wrong” locations relative to now as well as where people had actually been in the past in some cases.

In one, my wife and I are living back at Clayfield in our first apartment. There are a few mixed stacks of mostly plastic-coated place mats, photographs, and maps (I think more place mats than anything else). There are so many, I put some under the bed to go through later. My wife has a stack of smaller “screens” (tapestry canvases) for craft work of some kind. I do not want to get everything mixed up, but technically, it already is. The photographs, mostly black and white, seem to show scenes of people standing around in urban areas; mostly city sidewalks, from possibly New York in the 1930s. The place mats have a slightly different image on each one, but which appears to be the deck of a pirate ship in most cases with not that many features other than a row of small cannons on some. My wife goes out into the hallway from the kitchen and I start calling her because I am concerned about the strange people in the other apartments. I yell fairly loud but am not sure if she hears me.

Another dream involves some sort of video conference with my brother in the USA (Dennis). At the same time as the video conference, which seems related to some sort of party or holiday celebration, he is sending questions that seem of a forum thread in structure, but answering them himself (instead of allowing the others to) with various rude comments. Instead of computer print, however, it seems to appear more like handwriting. People in my wife’s family and their spouses are the ones at the actual location. We are at Clayfield again. The main scene involves a couple girls standing around talking (Bonnie and Kathy, I think). They have stringed wooden beads hanging all about their hair and when they nod or turn their head, there is a loud clacking noise.

In the final dream, my wife and I are living on Loomis Street (in my sister’s old house) though she has never been to the USA. We are having a nice evening, but then all the lights suddenly go off, which seems a bit ominous (rather than just being like a common power outage). I get the idea that it may be because someone cut off our power so that they could then rob us (assuming that there was a burglar alarm, as well as the dark disorienting us - but realistically, we would know our way around in our own house far more than a burglar, especially in the dark). I check outside and someone with an axe appears near the front door. Somehow, I manage to get the axe and keep swinging at “him” (I assume). However, I use the blunt back of the axe so that I do not accidentally chop his head off. Most of the time I miss his head, but he still just stands there. Eventually, uninjured, he seemingly goes to rob the house next door and seems to have the axe back again somehow.

A little later (I think there is some sort of distorted or incongruous “reset” at this point), I look south to the house next door and see someone walking around in the small front yard, which I believe is the same person. The person comes back over to our house and I feel there may be more trouble. My wife is calling the police at this point. It seems to be a younger slightly chubby male with short reddish hair and freckles. However, the person eventually seems to be Karen S (but thirty years or more younger, possibly only from about fifteen to eighteen or so, I am not sure) with rather short hair, who supposedly lives there with her parents (and I assume, her younger brother). In reality, she had never been to Wisconsin let alone lived in that house. The lights are on next door in every room (but I am not sure anyone had been home due to Karen needing to break into the place), so I know our power is off either on purpose or by a blown fuse. It seems strange because the person originally seemed taller than me and slightly muscular, but Karen is actually much shorter than average. She had been carrying a large axe, but does not seem threatening for the most part.

I find out (from her claims) that Karen had been supposedly trying to get into her house through some odd means that is not that clear or does not make much sense, as she said she had lost her keys; something about turning off an alarm and then getting in by breaking a window, but I am not quite sure why our electricity was cut off. Also, she was mostly just standing around or pacing about in the front yard and not seeming to attempt to actually get in that house in any way (being mostly only in the area between the sidewalk and house and never near the front door itself). She is seated on her knees on the floor near our front door and I tell my wife to tell the police that they do not have to come to the house (and somehow I hear the officer talking loudly and clearly over the telephone and seeming annoyed), but for some reason, Karen wants to be arrested, which makes no sense. She is talking about “losing her graffiti” and cries a bit about the wrong things she has done and how no one ever cared about her as she was growing up and going to school, which seems an excuse to be (or pointlessly act like) a juvenile delinquent. (None of this relates to anything real in any way, including any event in the past.) I try to make her less worried, but she insists on being “difficult” - and she says that she deserves all the trouble because of losing her keys and more to do with graffiti. (I get the impression that she is a graffiti artist, which almost seems like a high school class or college course at that point.) Time passes, and the police never show up. I look out into the streets a few times. Everything is dark and quiet.

NON LUCID
*I am riding in the car with Lama Dorjee's wife and kid. On the way back to where everybody was at, Lama Dojee's wife said that she is responsible to for bring out my creativity. I thought in my head no it's not, its because of me. Later in the dream I knocked over these lights out of anger. I thought I can't do this, this is horrible karma. I then I started to fix what I have broken. Dr. John made a comment to me that made me upset and offended. Later on in the dream he said sorry to me because he could clearly see I was upset. I didn't accept the apology by saying I don't care. (Strange I would never act like this is real life.)

Very boring dream, playing poker online all night long, but then having the players in presence in my living room.
No words or chats, just playing an infinite sequence in this deep tournament, where I had my cards under my glass table and in order to play I had to touch the screen over the cards.
My cards were very bad all the time and the only winnings were stealing the blinds.
And yet I got to reach the final table with a ninja and a cobra.
I remember the last two very vivid hands, where these unknown people beat my straigh with flush, and soon after my full house with a four of a kind! Very stressfull and I woke up very tired!

Dedicated this LD to shooting lightning out of my hands, played some Force Unleashed 2 for the inspiration:

My Dad walks up and tells me he's going to try me in court with my aunt as the prosecutor for waking my sister up. He tries to grab me and take me to the courthouse. I’m trying to tell him I didn’t do shit, but when he grabbed me I thought there was no way it could be real. I looked around and thought, “Yea… definitely a dream.” As soon as I become lucid my Dad basically becomes a vegetable and I walk out my front door. I take off flying pretty damn fast and my neighborhood disappears and the scene transitions to a city. I start weaving through skyscrapers and try to shoot lightning at these buildings, but it doesn’t work. I start screaming lightning and some shoots out of my fingertips, burning holes and shattering this building’s windows. I keep screaming lightning and as I’m wrecking these windows, lightning is bursting out of some clouds in the distance. I land because I get bored of shooting a little bit out of my fingertips like Darth Sidious. I want to shoot giant waves of it out of my palms, I guess kind of like a DBZ thing. I fly to this alley and look at my right hand and flex. A small blue light materializes and I shot at a random shed. After a few more tries the blast of lightning doesn’t increase, and I wake up, stay still, and pull of a DEILD. I enter back in my room, phase out my room wall and drop down outside of my house. I fly up into space and shoot more lightning there. I look back at Earth, temporarily wake up so I remained still and pulled off another DEILD. I started in my room, went out into the upstairs loft and phased through the second story window. I drop like 30 stories and land in a metropolis. I’m standing outside this skyscraper then charge up and shoot more lightning. The blast is still relatively small, so I’m pretty frustrated. Out of nowhere this old man starts talking to me. As I talk back I realize I’m losing lucidity so I walk away from him and start screaming clarity, focus, and more lucidity. I look down a street lined with buildings and start to charge my lightning. This time the blue lights fill the entire palm of my hands. When I shoot it, the lightning fills the entire street and extends out of view. I’m really excited when at least 100 angry DCs start running down this street after me. I try to blast them with a wave of lightning but it has no effect so I take off running. I escape and make a mental note that I need to work on eliminating hostile DCs with lightning, or hopefully other tricks I learn. I woke up for real feeling pretty satisfied for completing a personal goal.

Date: Apr 28
Sleep Length: 5h

Note: I don't expect much recall the next few days due to substances that decrease recall.
Therefore I might try CAT.

Me and M are on the floor in front of the big cupboard in a parent bedroom with a big bed. She's on her back and im lying on my stomach.I take off her top and let those big boobies bounce out.I start sucking on her titties and started sucking hard on her nipples.Her nipples got real hard in my mouth and she looked like she was really enjoying it. D was in the corridor so he could turn the corner and find us but I didn't stop and she didn't want me to. I carried on sucking on her hard nipples as she carried on smiling and moaning.

Last night I dreamed and I could remember my dreams clearly (or more clearly than yesterday).

Dream 1
The dream was about a mummy of some kind, their was a sphere like a movie about a mummy (where you are finding one or defeating one). The surroundings were a combination between a neighborhood I know and Egypt (bit like Aladin). We were with a team of four, trying to defeat the mummy. There was a boy with special powers, the main character, lets call him A (because he has no name XD). Than there was my sister, she was just part of the team and last a boy who was kind of our guide through the Egypt/familiar neighborhood territory, lets call him B. And of course I was there as a team member
We were running in streets to get to a battle field. and the battle field was also a mix between a 'lake' I know and Egypt. A was fighting of the mummy.

Dream 2
I was in a really big house. It was a mixture of my aunts home and an unfamiliar home. Four friends were their, that I knew by name, but there were more friends, but I couldn't remember their names. And only my uncle and nephew were there (not my aunt).
One friend, Elianne and I were going to get food for us (everybody there). It was raining really hard, but we still went cycling. We didn't get wet or even cold. I can't remember or I didn't dream the cycling ride or picking up the food. I remember just getting our bikes and getting back with loads of food. We went inside and got the food to the table. *

Fragment 1 of dream 2
I think my dreamed about the food on the table etc. and than all of the sudden I was seeing a discussion or in a discussion with my uncle and father aobut a fesival were you dress like a character of book/movie/series or just fantasy creature. My uncle said he liked the festival. We went their, but I can only remember the sandy parking lot.

Lucid?
I can't remember for sure, but I think I was lucid for just 'a couple of seconds'. Because when I walked into the house after we gone and got the food, my glasses fogged up (don't know if you say it like this), because of the warmth and cold difference. I remember thinking, this has to be a dream, because there was no cold and there is no warmth and everything looks kind of off. But then I didn't do anything and just dreamed the dream.
I where glasses (or lenses) IRL, that is not a dream sign or anything weird...!

The following I wrote after I dreamed this and woken myself up and wrote these 2 dreams and fragment down. After that I went back to sleep again and when I woke up 1 1/2 hour later I wrote this down:

Fragment 2
I was with my friend Elianne and we were shopping in a shop that looked like a store I knew, but that store isn't a supermarket, but the store just sold food. I was not in school (I am not in school right now, we have vacation, but I don't have to go to school anymore, because I just have to learn for my exams and in couple of weeks I will take those exams), but apparently every other student in the store (a lot of people I know and are in my class) including Elianne were in school. I bought something in the end, but I never got something of the racks or really looked at any products with the thought of wanting to buy them. Elianne bought cookies and than somehow my other friend, Jessy, was also there. And she bought candy that I believe she doesn't like IRL, but I like a lot.
After that I bumped into another classmate/friend Lauren and she was with other people who are friends of me, but I couldn't see them clearly. Lauren asked me something about a series we both watch and I answered her and she walked away, but I don't know what she asked or what I answered. It was like the sound was set on mute for a minute.

After I paid I left my friends and roller-bladed home, don't know were I got my roller blades, but I had them on. I found my sister and a good friend of her talking to a woman with four kids. One of the kids a girl was 'picking' my sisters bike, it was weird. My sister wanted to lift her up, but I said she shouldn't do that. She did it anyway, so I took the girl from her and put it next to the mother. The girl looked different, she was really 'bird' like and had red hair and a lot of freckles. My sister and her friend left and I was left alone with the woman and the children. She told me she didn't like me picking up her child. I told her I would not ever do that, but my sister was dangerously picking her up, so I had to take the child and carry her to you. My sister was standing with her bike, she could have fallen. The woman agreed with me. I walked, or skated, with the woman around the neighborhood and than went home.

This was another broken sort of recall. I can't remember a whole lot before I got lucid, but I still managed to do so, so I'm happy!

I dream I'm in a house, and this house's interior is actually quite large. It looks like it could quite easily hold nearly two-hundred people. There is a large "ball room" for lack of better term, and there are tables and people all over partying and having a good time. My friends are dancing and partaking in a very odd game, which involves you driving a cart across a track and then smashing into a wall(yeah I'm as confused as you are).

Rather than partake in that, I leave the room and go out into the hall. There're many rooms all around the area, so I decide to investigate. I look around for awhile, until I walk into a bedroom where my three or four friends are sitting around. The only two I know were there for sure were my friends Jason and Robert. The other two were possibly my friends Zaine and Brad. Anyway, they were looking at Magic: The Gathering cards together, and as I acknowledge them I realize am dreaming. I now leave the room and explore the house until I awake. Unfortunate, but it was still quite the short gap between lucids for me in awhile.

4/27* Cool WILD experience from my bed but did not go anywhere. I had Special-K with dried strawberries cereal and milk which is not overly sweet so some carbs and milk during a 30 minute WBTB (about 8 hours into my night!). Slept one hour and woke up to urinate and then WILDed. I had some interesting HI's that I looked past to avoid focusing on them I felt light vibrations which I nudged on stronger and stronger and then everything stopped and there was absolutely no sound and I recognized that external input was basically shut down and I am essentially asleep. This is probably the most clear-headed I have been during a WILD which are fairly clear-headed anyway but some level of confusion before the dream has clearly formed. My dreaming mind is giving me an odd version of still laying in bed and I try to do the glottal clucking sound and it doesn't work right confirming I am dreaming (motionless RC). I start to roll over and my mind is creating my typical DC wife response of getting upset about me doing the lucid dreaming thing again so I actually lay still and she seems to go away or out of my experience. I realize my dream eyes are closed previously not wanting to open them too early. I open them and there is a big screen tv on my ceiling with some romantic scene playing (I actually watched the first 25 minutes or so of "In My Dreams" made-for-tv movie during the WBTB. I recorded on ABC or one of the networks last week. It was about a guy looking for the woman he met in his dreams.) The scene featured a gorgeous woman that looked a lot like the female lead in the movie I watched earlier. After watching it a while it changed into more like a super-8 film playing on the ceiling. Random jumpy scenes of a kid playing in a grassy area with a ball. I wonder if it is supposed to be me. I feel a little stuck and am not that interested in starting in my bedroom so I try a closed-eye teleport and have the sensation of flying through a grayish-black non-descript scene. It feels good but I wanted to end up in a nebula so I do another closed-eye teleport and am back in bed in my dream body and decide to try to roll out of bed to try my lucid dream from there. It is very hard to roll and I start to become concerned that I will move my real body and sure enough I fade back to bed for real.
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4/26 DILD spooning with a woman as we start touching more sexually I realize that I'm dreaming and we have sex. 137

I was driving with Desirae back home from a suburban neighborhood. She was going pretty fast and I tell her there's a cop behind us. She doesn't see him because he's in a civilian van but I can see his badge. We had ordered McDonald's but the drinks got delivered to some house in another suburban neighborhood so we went there. Once we arrived, we stopped at the house, the cop pulled up and started going into the house, which was his. I notice he's with Valencia County. We tell him about the drinks and after a while, he comes out with them and with one hand, gives me the drink and the other hand he shakes my hand. It threw me off guard. I'm suddenly in his house and get my keys to leave. I struggle with getting the right key but get it eventually. I'm in my car and notice Desirae already left and the guy motions me to go away. There's a green van that pulls up and I assume it's his wife. I start driving and am in Belen on Reinken and Main street. It's dark because all the lights are off and it's real cloudy with black clouds, like if it's going to rain. Someone tells me never to come by again and I assume it's the cop but notice it's another person. I think that's werid and that he might be hiding something so I decide to become a private investigator.
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I was riding around on a bicycle and appeared in Venezuela. I had music playing and was trying to find out how to get to my uncle's autoshop but got lost in some alley. I eventually made it out of the alley and onto a mansion where my family lived. I was riding my bike on the roof and made it into the mansion through a window. My family had just finished eating and they said that my mom had just left and after that, everyone started leaving.
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I was in my old apartment in Venezuela and was arguing with Desirae about something. Anders Breivik was there and he was helping her destroy my bike. I got pissed and went into my room, where Anders pulled out a gun and shot at me 3 times. I freaked out, grabbed my ar, chambered a round, and called the cops telling them what happened. I leaned out of my doorway and shot a girl who was coming at me with a knife. I camped out in my room because I thought Anders might be waiting for me in the living room or kitchen. Eventually, the cops caught anders outside the apartment somewhere. I think I had a false awakening during this dream.

I wanted to die.

I was with my friends and we arranged a date to die. We told our parents and they accepted our decision. Eventually, we arrived at this pond/mini lake/idk what to call it. It was me, Niki, Aubrey, Brittany, and Dani. Two of them tried drowning themselves but it didn't work so we arranged another date. This time, we would jump off a cliff together. It took a bunch of delays, but eventually we arrived at this cliff. All our parents were there, crying. But it was like they accepted it. They would let us kill ourselves. During this dream, I woke up several times but would fall back asleep and return to it. Unfortunately, we never got to jump. But I would have loved to..

Let's run away
To a place no one can find us
Because no one would dare to look
Where we are going
There is no pain, no fear
A place so far away
No one could reach us
Once we leave
We will never be able
To come back
Because
You can't come back
From death

12.2.2014
This is a non-lucid dream but by far one of the most realistic longest dreams I have recently had (it felt as if lasting 2 days). In order not to insult anyone I will just call the country that the place I live at got attacked by "Country X".

It all starts out in my living room. It is just a casual day as I sit on the sofa with my Mum and Dad watching TV. Everybody is quite calm, but my mood is a little bit excited for some yet unknown reason. I suddenly stand up, apporach the window and see an old city center a few hundered meters away (that's not the view I normally see when looking out of this window!). Between the old buildings which are built of wood and clay right on a cobbled road there are many soldiers dressed in their dark green and brown uniforms. Everyone of them looks quite young and they are all armed. Using my binoculars I recognise that they are from Country X as they start running towards our town. I become totally scared as the army approaches, but my parents' mood doesn't seem to change as they just tell me to keep calm. I can't believe that they are not worried as I suddenly here people shooting. A few seconds later two of my best friends and a couple of neighbours appear at the door and want to come into our house. I can see the fear in their eyes as they have obviously heard the shots as well. We talk about the situation as all of a sudden a biting and disgustingly horrible smell a bit like chlorine seems to enter our nostrils. It dawns on me that we are attacked with phosgene which is a poisonous gas used in World War I. The feeling of this gas slowly increasing in its concentration is overwhelmingly real and I become extremly sick and feel like having to vommit. We all take some tissues in order to reduce the amount of gas that we breathe in (I suppose that in real that would be totally useless) and we all start running away towards the fields and forests near my house. Luckily there is not any poisonous gas yet and the sun shines down on us just like on a hot but peaceful summer day. Other people are just casually going for a walk in the forest. When I talk to them they assure me that there is no war, but I tell them that I have seen it and my friends confirm what I have just said. However the other people keep calm so we decide to move on. I soon encounter another friend of mine who seems to be informed of what's going on so he tells use to come with him. He brings us to the apartment of his girlfriend where we supposedly are safe as there is plently of food and water. My father suddenly appears there as well and tells us to go to a nearby supermarket in order to get even more food just in case we can't leave for the next few days. He decides that he himself goes to the supermarkt whereas I go back to my house to get some important things. When I arrive there nothing of the poisonous gas seems to be left, but right in front of my house there are huge white trucks driving by at a slow pace of 5 km/h. On their cargo area they are packed with different weapons and assembly parts to build a hangar. It dawns on me that Country X seems to be planning air strikes as well! Next to the huge white trucks heavily armed soldiers are marching. I pay close attention to one of them. He is wearing his uniform and a grey helmet. He has blue eyes and his look is very serious. He stares back and I feel as if he is piercing me with a fierce look full of hatred - but obviously he is not allowed to hurt me since I am a civilian, but he still looks as if trying to tell me that I shall fear this war. Totally enraged by this event I enter my house where my mum and my neighbour try blocking the doors with old tyres (seems useless...!). I gather important things and as I leave the house even more trucks arrive carrying massive weapons and troop supplies. As this view increasingly shocks me I slowly wake up drenched in sweat...

... Even though I am awake now this totally convincing dream in such familiar surroundings made me believe that there actually is a war going on and it took me a few minutes to actually realise that all of this has just been my imagination going crazy within my dreams.

All in all a very interesting dream that I honestly don't want to go through again. However I am still amazed by the details and especially the way this furious soldier made me feel just by staring at me as if wanting to shoot me on the spot!

April 27, 2014: FIRST LUCID DREAM: Last night after going to bed (in real life) we received a late night phone call. After getting back in bed and reciting my mantra “I will have a lucid dream tonight” I fell asleep for real.

In my dream I had yet to fall asleep after the phone call and was merely laying in bed thinking, when I grew concerned that my wife may have shut off the wall switch that controlled the power to my bedside lamp. Without getting out of bed, I tested this by pushing the switch on the lamp several times and indeed, it did not come on. This meant that if I needed the light to write in my dream journal later on, I’d have to get out of bed to turn the wall switch on, which I did not want to do as it would risk my recall. In my dream, I got out of bed and flipped the wall switch to “ON”. The bedside lamp did not come on...but this was possible because I wasn’t sure how many times I’d flipped the switch on the bedside lamp. All of this felt totally real. Hyper-real, in fact.

As I made my way by habit and feel from the wall switch near the bedroom door back to bed, I started to sense a growing anxiety or dread about being in our bedroom in the dark. I tried to turn the bedside lamp on, but it wouldn’t come on even though I had just assured myself it should come on because the wall switch power was definitely on. I appeared to be trapped in the dark, and in my dream I started to get anxious. I started to sense there was something wrong...something amiss...but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I desperately wanted the light to come on, but had exhausted all possible remedies and didn’t know what to do next.

As my anxiety grew over the perplexing malfunctioning of the light, I had the realization...I’m DREAMING!!! This is a DREAM! That’s why the light switches don’t work! And of course...the excitement of being aware of the fact that I was experiencing my first lucid dream caused me to awake. The hyper-real experience of the dream and the joy I felt at having succeeded in having my first LD (no matter how short!) made this a most auspicious occasion!