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Really bad night, had one of the worst dream recall but tomorrows will be better.

Dream
-my sister made some really nice food.
-I saw my counselor helping people with math and I told her that I will be seeing a new counselor today. (I did actually see a different counselor today in waking life)

ok so this was my first lucid dream. when it started i immediately knew what was going on so i tried to stay calm but i was like OH YEAH TIME TO HAVE SOME FUN so i tried to fly (which worked) and flew around until i found some big war going on so i turned invisible (i had a lot of control in the dream) and watched for a while. But when they ordered nukes i lost it, i got VERY VERY ANGRY and was suddenly covered by a ticklish feeling, my hair stood on end and i was surrounded by a bursting yellow aura plus i was visible again. i immediately knew that i had transformed into a super saiyan from dragonball z and i blasted the commander of the side that had ordered the nuke with a Kamehameha and then i landed and finished him off by punching him so hard that i think his neck broke. i just couldn't stand there and let him nuke innocent civilians (it was in a big city, now that i think about it i think it was new York)
but then i powered down from super saiyan and turned to speak to the other army but i was sucked through the floor into utter blackness and i was like what the hell so i tried to go ssj again but it dint work so i was really freaked out and was like but then i reached out and pushed back my bedclothes revealing to me that the bump i had felt in the dream as a fell through the floor was actually me falling off my bed. so that's where it ended, hope you enjoyed my story.

Had the best of dreams. A dream came true and I knew happiness.

I have had several dreams of flying, usually rediscovering that I have the ability to fly. In each dream I fly in a different way, once on a boom-a-rang thing, once by hovering about 5 feet over the ground, once by jumping extremely high.

Only once did I have the dream that I was falling from the sky and my death was imminent. My life flashed before my eyes and I came to terms with my demise before hitting the ground painlessly and experiencing nothingness/darkness.

I have had several recurring dreams of houses. One in particular I am sitting on the dining room table of a minimalist house, beautifully made of natural, exposed wood. I have a complete view of the outdoors, but it is pouring rain, has been, and seems that it will continue.

I notice a gazebo that I can get to without getting wet. I go outside and am relieved to be outside, but not getting rained on.

I go down the steps of the gazebo/deck to the backyard, where I find a tire swing. The rain has let up and I am grateful to have the opportunity to play on the swing.

I am with my good friend. She is going to meet up with her fiance and some other friends and I am invited. She offers that we should ride together, but I first need to park my car somewhere. I cannot find a parking space, even after driving around in adjacent residential neighborhoods. I ride past some houses that are large and beautiful. One of them I happen to know is not inhabited and is for sale. I consider parking there, but somehow know that the neighbor owns the property, so I am cautious.

Finally, I find myself on my old road-bicycle, awkwardly riding on the sidewalk to the restaurant we are meeting. I manage to chain my bicycle up inside the restaurant, hoping to not piss off the waiters who now have to walk around it. That is the end.

I go to my grandmas house, lots of people are there. I bought a lot of food for everyone and put it in the fridge. Suddenly it's night and I decide I don't want to stay over like everyone else is so I go to my house. Now it's the next morning and I realize I left my cat rem over there so I go back there thinking rem must have been freaking out without me and all the people must've been messing with him like teasing children. When I get there I see my mom and dad at the dining table, for some reason I don't think it strange (I haven't seen my dad in like 4 or 5 years). Passing the fridge I realize I'm hungry, so I open it and see weird foods, I pick out this microwave noodle bowl thing and it's called shitzzu drainer, I worry that it will give me the shits or something by the name and I show my parents and they just laugh so I just put it on the table and went down the hall to get my cat and I saw this dingbat sleeping on my grandpas bed, shrugged my shoulders and walked out with my cat.

I'm not in this dream, just watching these two DCs interact. This old man looking to be in his 80's to 90's turn the corner into this room where a young girls looking to be 8 or 9 is sitting halfway out the window staring outside. The old man asks her when she wants him to take her home, but then the little girl starts jumping, and screaming and whimpering. The man asks her what's wrong, she whimpers that it bit her, then the little girl runs to another corner of the room. The man worriedly follows and asks her where it is, then she points on her lower torso of her pink windbreaker material jacket. Then the old man saw that it was only a small black spider and he smashes it between his two fingers and the girl seems to calm down. She goes and looks out the window and points outside to the right and says the spider made a tit corner over there. Then the old man confused asks what a tit corner is, then I woke up.

Shit, it's almost 8 AM and I'm still in bed. A friend of mine is yelling at me for no reason, ''what the hell is she doing here at 8 AM?''. I get out of bed and start to organize the books I need for today. ''It's 8:06, I'm so late''.
''What are you still doing here? Get out, I've to go to school! - I say going downstairs.'' I go to the kitchen to drink something and look the watch again. ''Still 8:06? Weird, but perfect''. ''Hey wait, this may be a dream''.
I do a RC by counting my fingers and I have 6 in each hand, okay, I'm dreaming.

I stabilize the dream by touching everything to make sure that it doesn't fade away. I start saying out loud: ''Dream's representative! I need to talk with you!''. After walking a little in my house I go into the living room and see him there, in the sofa, reading some papers. I examine him; he's an old man, with a majestic moustache and a strong voice. ''Are you the representative?'' - I ask him. Yes, he answers to me while he gives me his hand.
I take a sit and start touching the sofa to make sure I don't lose lucidity.
''Why don't you have facial hair?''. I start laughing out loud. ''Why the hell is he asking me that?''. ''Uhm, I don't know, I simply don't have it naturally''. He starts thinking and I get impressed by how real everything is. After meditating my question, I ask it.

''What can you tell me about me and this dream world?''. He starts to stroke his moustache and when he's about to say something, I wake up.

drempt i was in some office building and was in the reception area at like 3 AM when the security asked me if i wanted to play cardss. she than dared me yell my coaches name. i did so out the window.

later in the dream i was at my house digging the back yard for something emmet caught sight of me and immediatley ran out there trying to ask me stuff\\

ahh yes this is the other part of the dream. my family and i were at the cabin. we had just walked a llong wy to get this snow hill. myy mom had roalelr skated. there was a family who was aleady there and had build this large snow ramp. i slide sown it and jumped of. then i saw shannon and she jumped of and fell. then colin jumped tried to do a 360 hit his back on a pole then ffell on the ground compuylsing in pain. he was in so much pain he shit his pants

After going back to sleep I tossed and turned a bit... it would sort of feel like I was in a dream, but then I'd roll over onto my side or change positions, and when I was in a dream I really had no idea. Basically the line between waking and sleeping got thoroughly confused, which I suppose might also explain why my awareness was so bad.
So here's what I remember >:U

I dreamed I was in Psych class, which has been happening sort of a lot and I wish it would stop happening. Not that I don't like Psych class, it's probably my favorite, but it's pretty boring as dream fodder goes. I didn't used to dream of normal life stuff this much. PFEH. I will take responsibility for this... I will orchestrate my return to dream glory with my own hands... *pushes up glasses #anime reference that probably just scared some people.*
And anyway the class was just discussing the [redacted], with the teacher laying out some extra details. We were in a dark room, and I could tell you which room of the campus it was, but you know what screw waking life connections. We were just in a dark room. Suck it. I like it a lot better when I'm dreaming about places I CAN'T visit in real life, even if I've been there before. Like the house on Irving.

The other one ... I was at the community college campus (BLEH), and in front of one building was some sort of odd set-up, a rather large bus-car thing on a circular track. I can't really remember what it looked like, but if I had to I'd say there was pink involved, and it was rather creatively shaped. Sort of like a double-decker white and pink bus thing. Anyway its purpose was to run over stressed-out students; not in a "you've outlived your usefulness" way, but more like "you're stressed and need a break, let's go for the leg" sort of thing. OK not that either. It really was just the teachers trying to do more for the students and apparently it genuinely helped. Which was nice of them.

OH another thing. There was a part where I was sneaking around a college(?) building I didn't recognize (YES >8D ), trying to explore and figure out how it was laid out. And then there was something about really great thin pizza that they'd cut into real skinny slices and give to people as treats. It had a special name too but dadblast it I'm never going to remember what it was. It was some made-up English word and trying to write it down here would probably just get it wrong. Anyway I loved those pizza things. They were another anti-stress measure.

Anyway at some point I decided to walk in front of the bus thing as a way of seeking help in advance (normally it would go for you but you could also just walk in the way like an idiot). The bus-thing was driven by Samuel L Jackson or someone similar and he obligingly crashed into me, and I was probably sent flying or something but honestly the impact itself barely registered. Apparently my brain didn't find it worth paying attention to because the scene practically skipped ahead to another part. There was something about a swimming pool but it was almost more of a one-shot than anything else; some teachers standing around a swimming pool and maybe I was supposed to swim in it. Who cares that's dumb. And there was something else about a swing but it was also dumb. Really none of it made any sense.

And then there was an honestly pretty great scene where he and I were just reading from some entertaining magazine. It kind of reminded me of my dad 'cause he loves funny stuff like the Onion and junk. At one point I asked Jackson something like "Do you not get to laugh because you're acting?" or y'know, something about his deadpan, and he said yeah that's pretty much it. But then I was reading (and actual reading which I'm sort of impressed by hehehehhehe) and I hit a particular funny part and he started laughing and I could feel him chuckling and I was like yesssss. It was actually pretty cute, in a surrogate father-daughter sort of way.

Oh and there was some other bit about performing a skit of some kind in a subway train. It was sort of awkward 'cause one girl farted the tiniest fart in the world but still the two other kids were like "Did you hear that?" and the other person's like "yeah" and I'm thinking something like "I'm never farting again" and I wasn't even the one who farted. And the acting was pretty bad too.

Over the course of writing this (it's taking me like half an hour) I decided I'll try to separate myself from waking life by not noting connections between dream life and waking life. Like okay, if I dream about Trent Reznor that's fine because I have no connection with the actual guy IWL, so it's still the sort of thing I can only experience in dreams. But if I'm dreaming I'm in Psych class Imma... try not to acknowledge it so much. I want to try to draw more attention to the weird parts that aren't IWL and try to ignore the parts that're relatively normal. Or idk I'll just ignore the whole thing entirely and focus on other dreams that aren't SO BANAL. Or I'll put [redacted] over parts that obviously reference waking life, like I did earlier in the post just now.

Hey guys,

Well, I don't have a dream, but I did have a LD last night using DEILD. My average every week isss.....

NIGHTLY LUCIDS! YEAH, BABAH! Isn't that great? I made it a goal to get nightly lucids, and guess what, I did.

I do find it odd though, I joined in December and people don't even get their first lucid after a couple months. My first one was in a week, maybe because I am younger then a teenager? I dunno, but yay. Thanks for all your help guys,

I was sitting in the living room of my mothers trailer, we were discussing about how we wish we didn't trade our souls for something, After A while of thinking my mother put out some sort of poster board
it was full of strange names, I don't remember the names only that they look strange. A little girl then knocked at our door, it seemed as if she had sold her soul as well and regretted it. She was saying that something was tormenting her, I remember telling her to choose a new name so she can have a new soul. I told her after she choose a new name it wouldn't bother her anymore. that's all I remember.

Someone I was close to one day turned into some kind of monster, it was not devoid of rational thought and it seem to look like a woman with tentacle coming out of her lower half. It seemed I was some kind of high ranked officer in the military and I was in charge of keeping a watch on her, I remember yelling at some lower ranked solider that her tank (the tank was oval shaped and metal, on the inside it had in cabin that was made of glass and slightly submerged in some sort of liquid.) She was being kept in needed to be clean more properly. I had some sort of special relationship with the beast, like she was a former lover of mine. The last thing I remember was that I was slowly bit by bit getting close to having her set free by pulling the innermost glass cabin to the surface more and more.

1. [Non-Lucid] [Long]
Im driving to a store in the game GTA IV with a friend Inferno I think, I hit a few police cars on the way there because I'm a pretty bad driver, I then turn into the stores car park where Inferno is parked and accidentally running him over killing him, noticing we haven't got microphones I type "sorry bro" in the chat.

I'm in a shop now, (I barely remember this part now) then at the cashier a guy in our group bought these childish black and green glasses, we leave the store and walk across this open concrete area (kinda like a wall-less car park with a roof).

Someone mentions a ride we should go on, now I'm thinking to myself can a wheelchair go on this ride.
We are now at the ride and I'm being carried while still in my wheelchair onto a little platform on the ride, the ride is constantly slowly moving and my right wheel is hanging off the platform so the guy moves my chair a little so the wheel is on the platform. This ride is hard to describe but at one point my head was touching a very soft cushiony wall.

When the ride was over I was being carried out of the ride and everyone for some reason starts cheering and applauding, Im like ooook um...thanks?. The exit to the ride is a lot of steps and we decided to sit at a bench on the grass field at the top of the steps, I'm sitting there at the bench and im complaining that my chair is creaking and it doesn't feel right, everyone else decides to drag the bench further away from the steps, this muddied up the grass a little.

Fragments:
I'm climbing some tall blue tower thing with someone.
Some crazy think that morphs into things you kind of dislike.

Possible dream signs:
Wheelchair, Inferno, Steps, Neil