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So I'm sitting on my couch, and I'm looking through photos of people and stuff, and suddenly I dissolve into a photo, and I see my friend at an even laughing and smiling and winning stuff, then it fades to another and different subject and scenarios keep happening, but I feel happy seeing my friend happy, but then in one of the still scenes since only I can move at normal speed, everyone else is slightly slow speed, I walk out of the shops door an the jingle bell on the door makes everyone one go normal speed and aware of me, and my friends and the other people chase after me, my friend with friendly intent, but the other people I feel want to kill me.

There's a party being had on the side of my house outside. I see family I haven't seen in awhile. I have no knowledge of this party, I'm looking at the party from out the kitchen window, so I get the energy to go out there and socialize lest everyone bitch about my absence. I see one of my friends, I ask my self what is she doing here. This must mean this party is for me. Everyone ignores me, bu my friends keeps trying to go in front of me but I keep moving because I wanted to look at everything. Then this rust colored old van pull up slowly into my driveway, to get away from my friend I run over to the van to see who it is, I see it's two of my half sisters friends, and like in GTA V they have stars, and I get pissed that they would bring their criminal activity to this party, cops might come. But when they look at me I lie and say '' Oh I thought you were someone else", then I walk away and for some reason they and everyone else laughed at that like I just told a joke. I guess they laughed because I just realized it wasn't my party, it was my fucking half sisters party. I go back to were people are and I go to get nachos but my friend wont get out of my face, so I run into my house and shut the door so she won't follow me anymore.

I tried for at-least 30 minutes counting down from 100 several times.

Made my heart race a few times
Saw white for a few seconds 2 times
My left foot felt a little tingly for about a minute
Tried to imagine the castle in Disneyland with no luck

I was with my sister in a really dark room. I remember her changing her shirt in font of me and she didn't have a bra on( her body looked like mine not hers). Anyways, I took her seat which was close to the tv but she got mad and kicked me out. I went to my spot which was all across the other side of the room. I sat on get floor with my back leaned against metal lockers. They were poking into my back and it hurt also I couldn't really see the tv so well.

The film was based in a true story about a boy overcoming a struggle (haha I am so sorry this very vague) all I remember is the boy was wearing a black shirt and he had to wash it. He was boasting about how it never faded( kinda like those laundry detergent commercials). The thing is though that the shirt wasn't very black it was more of a grey colour.

Then I was in a 3rd person perspective watching a man race in a mine cart track. He had to collect diamonds and other random trinkets. At the delegated stops he would hand them over to people who gave him a boost. I remember wanting him to win badly. Near the end of the race it got really close but the guy I was cheering for turned into a giant. His shoulders brushed against the ceiling and debris fell on his opponents. He also dropped a boulder on one person too.

LUCID
*Asking a lady for directions on how to get to a party with in a creepy empty school.
*Practicing the deity yoga of Chenrezik.
*Flying around exploring a brightly lite city, ran into my brother and browsed a strange store.
*Took a pretty girl flying as I held her in my arms enjoying the romance.

There is allot more that happened this is just the highlights. Only if I had a higher degree of lucidity I would chosen better things to do.

Another one very difficult to recall afterwards...Not sure on the order in which this all took place, but here is the highlights remembered


Skies were dark and overcast, though the whole dream is set during the daytime. I find myself at the bottom of a steep bright green grassy bank laying on my back with my booted feet laying out on some mud at the edge of a lake. The bank is to the west stretching north and curving back around to the west out of sight. It also curves around to the south. The where I am at is the southwestern corner of the lake. Flat ground stretches south and east into low rolling hillsides. The lake stretches North as far as I can see as does the eastern shore of it. The lake also seems to stretch on back to the west out of sight.
I try to stand and my feet sink into the mud. there is a lot of excessive struggling, standing, sinking, falling, etc etc. I try to go east through the mud to the shore over there. Setting foot to the south seems not an option, though dry ground is right there.
I get a little ways out into the water but cannot go more without being sucked under by the mud. Managed to get ahold of some rotten tree stumps sticking up and gradually pull myself back to the west bank.

Dream shifts to a being inside a city, in and around buildings that are damaged as if by severe earthquakes. People are milling around here and there. Sometimes my view is as if walking around in the company of others, and other times it is riding around in a big truck or other large vehicle. A lot of this part of the dream is mainly facing west , and as if going in circles from west to east to north and back to west again, over and over. Seems as if trying to get somewhere but with great confusion as just how to go.
then there is a part where I am with my father, and other persons looking at two plates of food being offered to eat from. Both seem to have the same thing on them. Looks like fried chicken or baked chicken. Though there is something seemingly different somehow, not sure what or where the difference is though. At first I just don't want to eat that, for no other reason that I would rather have something tastier. Then I seem to just drop that thought and I am ok with eating it. The dream ends there.

I have been having the feeling of being mired down in concept lately, and meanings being carried by those concepts. There is a real urge in me to just drop all conceptual thinking , a urge to really just taste what eludes me.
the dream seems to suggest that being mired as such is keeping me from the east bank, and northern travel. That some other thought , thinking, or desire is keeping me from tasting this knowledge first hand.

I look around. Wait, why did me andmy brother in laws stop playing that video game? Come to think of it, that didn't make any sense... It must be a dream. RC/stabilize. Hmmm... Things look pretty normal here. Maybe a DC has something fun for me. I look across the table and my wife is sitting across a table. Oh! I am at a restaurant!
"If you could have anything you want, what would you want right now?" I ask her.
She rolls her eyes and says "I told you before we came in here, I want Chinese food!"
"Done! Can i have your phone?"
"Yeah, but it is broken down here."
"I can deal with it." I smiled.
She handed me the phone. I put it to my ear and said "hey, bring me Chinese food."
"You didn't dial anything!"
I hear a young girl on the other side of the phone say that she would bring it. "Don't worry. I can do what I want now."
I look around and notice that this restaurant is actually huge. Might be growing each time I look away.
"She will be stopped at the door by the 'secret eater'." Some random gal says to me.
"What?" I reply.
"At restaurants this size they always have a secret eater that will stop people trying to break the rules, like by bringing food down here."
I spot someone that I assume is the secret eater and i see Karen Gillan (Dr. Who read head) bringing my food.
I head towards them and realize that I want to try to fight normally with no dream control. It is a girl after all, and not a fighter that will fight me.
I tell Karen to bring the food to my wife and the secret eater comes up to meand tells me that she doesn't want trouble. I tell her to come at me.
She runs and I smack her down. I hear footsteps coming from behind me. Two girls from the kitchen came in. I ran at one and tossed her over the counter. A little easy. Needs to weigh more like a human. I grab the other girl and toss her at the wall. Too heavy. This 5'5 130 lbs girl feels more like 250 lbs. I change it back a bit and grab her. Ha! Close enough to the right weight. I pick her up and fall back, with her on my shoulder area (sorry. I dont know attack names or any attacks. All my exp comes from previous dreams and dogs). Ah, too easy. I keep her on the ground, and I decide the best way to get rid of her. There is a door about 5 feet in front of me. I stand and grab her by the belt loop. I throw her at the door and she lands on her shoulders and rolls. I put my hand up and create an invisible teleport barrier the same size of the door. So when she hits, she just goes straight through and leaves no hole. I shut off the barrier and go back to the food. I am about to eat and everything starts destabilizing. I calm down and prepare for a DEILD. Taking too long. I loom at the door agaon and create a waking barrier. I run as fast as I can into the door and land on my back in bed.

RC... Fade into DEILD.
i am near a lake that i grew up near. Ah, everything seems hard to get to goals. I guess i could just ask a DC for the lamp. I am alone. Darn you dream. Every time. It is morning, so the moon should be out. look at the moon and see that it is wrong. :3 I imagine it getting bigger. It expands to ⅓ the size of the sky. I look across the lake to see the moon above the trees above the lake. Awesome!

Had several dreams, about 4-5, but unfortunately they ran away.

2 false awakenings in 1 night , I'm so very happy about this.

False awakening #1
I'm in my bed then all of a sudden I get excited then I start rolling over slowly, this ultimately ends in a sticky mess -.- .

False awakening #2
I'm in my bed (thinking about a dream I just had) then I got excited again and end up in (you guessed it) a sticky mess -.- .

Just to be clear, I don't have english as my native language, I'm norwegian. I'm sorry for the bad english, just don't hate me or kill me in your dream. that will be horrible. be nice and please tell me how Fucked up I am (btw, I'm very sarcastic when I say I'm fucked up. don't take It personally. I am horrible, I love blood, gore, horror, and what you see as a night terror or nightmare is my happy forever ending dream)


Please help me

I'll just start and tell you about my dreams. can tell you about one I had long ago.

I woke up inside the dream. the was total darkness, I scream and scream. I didn't know where I was or what had happend to me. everything was just too realistic. I scream until I got an answer from the right corner in the little total dark cellroom. it said " keep silent". And with my stupidness I scream and scream. two red eyes glared at me, from an finger distanse and turned the light on. what I saw was the most horrible and terror I ever in my life experied. I get shivers down my spine when I just thinking about it. he looked Like a demon. one horn on the right side of his forhead. sidecut, red eyes. long murder nails. skinny. blood everywere on him. around him there was bodies of people I loves and did love In the past. he had eaten everybody and Looked at me with hungry eyes.

he strangeled me and told me, " I did tell you that If you keep silent I'll go easy on you, but You stupid woman. I'll never seen so much stupidness in a Whore" (sorry the bad and horrible language I just recall what he said). He lifted me up in the air, with his had around my neck. he tossed me from the one corner to the upisite corner. when he was done. He put me down and said time for dinner. he grabbed one of my eyes and crushed it inside of his mouth. the pain I felt in the deam was too realistic. he throw up the eye inside my mouth and forced me to eat my own eye. The demon like man. he laughed so hard and lifted up an mirror and told me how pathetic I was. I saw myself. it was so horrible, I was so skinne tat my bones almost came out of my skin, my hair was so dirty and pilled up like regga poeples hair. the bruises and scars. this was one of my most horrible dream that when I woke up. I scream in pain and fear. but, most pain in my right eye.

Is this normal, to wake up because of the Pain in one dream? and yet remember it clerly after 3 months ?

Morning of January 27, 2014. Monday.

Dream #: 17,206-03. Reading time (optimized): 3 min.



I am in the distant future and about eighteen years old. I am in a control station where men are performing maintenance. The underground chamber is dark. There are three sets of tracks that interlink, in an arrangement of one above the other in some areas so that a train may be very close when passing in either direction above or below another. It is a bookcase-like framework. Groups of men cooperate to guide a big fire hose and are watering down sections of the track after some trains pass so that they do not overheat. I see steam everywhere. There is noise, and it is hard work. The population is dense, so underground trains must move across a big complex grid of tracks of at least three tiers. (Some of this was influenced by “The Bloodhouse,” a 23-minute documentary, about a week ago, about where my wife was born in Port Kembla, a town of surreal industrialization.)

Trains would crash into each other unless a worker remains vigilant, using a control box on a large column. It is like the duty of an air traffic controller but a faster pace. There are about four pudgy men on a break before checking the condition of some older panels and equipment of lesser use. I wander into the area, saying I am only looking around and enjoy learning from places I have not yet been. I explain myself because an older man (of about sixty), whose name is George, asks me why I am “back with humans” again because he recognizes me from when he was much younger, yet I was of the same appearance then. My presence seems to annoy him. I like George, but I am apologetic that he does not seem to like beings who are “not human.” He was part of a group of adopted children from parents whom aliens had abducted, but the adoption agency never revealed the truth. After their parents were back on Earth, their children never learned of this. (“George” is a play on “György,” my wife’s father’s name).

Over time, I witness a derailing. People talk about how to avoid them (influence from “The Bloodhouse” video). I go to a group who are familiar with adoption coverups. Polish people were also abducted. I want to find out about George’s parents so he might have closure. I use a machine that is reminiscent of an old disused video game kiosk to insert a device that is like a CRT monitor (but lighter) into a hollow section. I enter access codes. The history of the world is available. There are scenes of dinosaurs and flying pterodactyls and later, prehistoric men in a later era. I tell someone about a species of dinosaur that could speak, comparable to parrots. There is an idea, featured as a cartoon of low quality that the first “dragon” was a pterodactyl. I lived during these times and have vague memories of my prehistoric past.

I am now near a frozen lake. Athletic females are ice-skating as part of the “Ice Capades.” There are small groups of spectators, one of old female hippies from Nimbin who have at least two mermaid dolls among them; one with a green scaly tail, the other with a purple scaly tail. A couple seems in a trance as they can barely move. I decide not to approach any of them. I slide around on the ice on my stomach, mentally propelling myself forward at a slow speed at times, enjoying the iciness for several minutes. I eventually conclude that it is not that interesting, so I get up to do something else.

Details about blue and brown eyes become a focus. It allows me to find George’s father, who supposedly had brown eyes. I gather documents to reveal the parents of all the adopted children. Even though the people are all old now, they will have closure. I get the impression that George’s parents are still alive, so he will finally get to know them.

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Dream signature: Vestibular system adaptation with vestibular cortex activity (railroad tracks above me), melatonin mediation (workers watering railroad tracks), preconscious mediation (talking with George), thinking skills and consciousness emerging (entering access codes), dream state sustained (frozen lake), contemplation of vestibular system correlation to increase awareness of physicality (watching ice skaters), contemplation of water reinduction with awareness the body does not move while sleeping (mermaid dolls), willing vestibular system correlation (sliding on ice), REM recognition (focus on eye dynamics). Waking contemplation (George “returning home”).

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Journal Entry non-lucid #18 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background:

Dream fragment 1 from 7:40pm-2:14am" Circus Job": I was working at some sort of circus show. I had to work there to remain at the place. I saw some all around me from the stage smoke. Don't really remember the details.

Dream fragment 2 from 7:40pm-2:14am" Driving in freeway": I was driving in the freeway to go to church. My parents were right in front of me. Then we pulled over some place

Dream fragment 3 from 7:40pm-2:14am" Wrong Mother": I was in my house arguing with my parents. They told me to stop LD, they were both frustrated with me because of my refusal. And my mom was white, but I didn't notice. I went to my mother and she was trying to sleep, and I told her I love her and I didn't mean for the conversation to turn into an argument. She told me she loves me no matter what. I thought, "wow a mothers love is unconditional." Then I saw this creature or shadow pass by. I said what was that? she said what. I didn't see anything. I then did a cheap RC. A women from my church that got me sick was in my dream.

Dream fragment 4 from 4:30pm-6:34am" Acting like a dream": I woke up in my room and I walked to the kitchen to pick up some food. The women from my dream was in my house. I thought that is strange why is she here. Instead of asking myself I asked her what is she doing here? She responded, "I stayed the night at your place". I accepted her explanation and went on with getting some food. She was over there eating some chicken. She was talking about orange chickens. I then walked over to my sister who was washing some dishes. I looked at one of the forks and they were melded together with other metal forks. I didn't question that for some reason. These teenage boys were running around with this BB gun/ nail gun they asked me to pass them a clip. I looked at it for a minute. My father came home and I didn't want to show him what I have so I hid it and I hugged him. I looked at my dads clothing and he had this small and ridiculous jacket on. I told him about it. He said oh yeah i have another one. He takes out this huge jacket that was up to his feet. I then saw them run out my house. I went around the back to give them their gun which was black at first it turned full orange.

I put it in my pocket for later usage. As I was observing a swimming pool this old man comes and tells us to do something. I got mad out of nowhere and punched him. He got knocked out and I said, "he always disrespects us." This other old man was looking at me. He had a shady look and resembled a mobster. I clenched my nail gun. He tells me we have to talk. Then a bunch of old geezers surrounded me, they all looked like they belong in the mob. As I was talking to him I realized there was too much people in my house, so I took him to my parents house. I told him I didn't want to hurt him but he never respects us and he treats like children. He told me to forget about that and we will forget about what happen hear. His friend comes over and tells me to eat a cupcake to honor our resolution. I hesitate but I ate it. It tasted delicious by the way. Then when I was walking to dinning room they said wow that was some great acting. I was on a movie set. I thought wow, they need someone that is totally convinced that they are in the movie for them to get good acting, just like I believe I am in a movie I normally do in a dream. I then woke up and went back to sleep after using bathroom.


Dream fragment 5 from 6:40am-8:04am" Weird guy plays with feces": I was walking in my school. I came out of the food area. This guy pops out and I showed him animal feces and said isn't that disgusting. He said yes that is. It was different colors from different animals. He grabbed it and started smashing it together. He said, "does that bother you?" I said yes that bothers me a lot.

my HH has turned from visual to auditory. It sounded like some very fluent news channel. The whole time, I was impressed by my subconscious and how it made sense of everything and how it sounded like an actual news station. -hypnic jerk-. Fuck. Get back in the zone.

My sight becomes a small peephole that i identified as a telescope. i tried to gaze at the stars. Before i know it, i have my dream body. It is night time and i am in what appears to be a mens changing/locker room. I perform a reality check and look at my hands just to stabilize myself and again, my fingers are short stumps and it gives me the fucking creeps and i shiver. I hate how it looks. I look in the mirror because everyone says how funny/weird it is. The first time I look, I die laughing so hard that i almost wake up because i see a retarded white man with his eyes too close together looking back at me. I turn around and look again...this time it is actually me...except with fat. I actually think that i look even more handsome fat than my usual body. -shrugs-. I also see some type of poster behind me in the mirror. I go outside and the marsh clouds are present in the dark night. I remember my training and try to make the picture more vivid. doesn't work at first, but does on second try. At this point, i decide to levitate and surf. i noticed a small fear of flying over the open body of water....I ended up at some cliff and saw a couple of familiar people. I surfed/flew more, and wondered why it was night. I wanted it to be day. I changed the scene from night to day subconsciously.

I fucked tabitha. Doggy style.

I end up at the locker room again and a maid asks me something about a towel and I say, "you can leave it there". I walk a stairway and see a guy with one eye (cyclops looking) with a group of people, but I am focused on him. For some reason, his one eye reminded me of my third eye which somehow reminded me about locating my dream guide. I asked him twice and he said he wasn't my dream guide. the third time i asked, he said he wasn't but he will take me to them. I asked him if it was true that they have to tell the truth on the third attempt about asking them about my dream guide...he and a friend say, "yea, it's one of those unspoken things...." he takes me to a warehouse and leaves. i enter and see a rifle on a desk just chillin. I suddenly don't trust the situation and am about to back out, but see a black lady behind a desk and ask her if she is my dream guide. she says no and tells me to wait.... and my memory cuts right here and i still have yet to find them. Maybe instead of asking, i will APPOINT someone my dream guide.

(I can only remember a glimpse of this dream)

I'm standing in this baby blue tiled room, scott and styles from teen wolf are standing in front of me arguing. I think to myself "why am I having this dream, this is a dream my sister would have". (YET I DIDN'T BECOME LUCID!!!!!!! >:O)

A Takarazuka production of Elisabeth with a new scene, in which Death is kneeling before young Elisabeth on the throne, kissing the underside of her wrist. Both of them are dressed in red; at the beginning of the scene, Death had been disguised in long red robes.

I can't remember most of this dream hardly

Dream Fragment: I'm watching this commercial, but not on a TV, like as if it's being performed for me in front of me. It's for anti bullying and when the adults talk to the kids the kids act concerned about bullying being a problem, but when the adults turn to each other and talk amongst themselves the children begin to bully and get evil looks on their faces with bad intent. They are manipulators, So I just fucking tune out and walk away and every one including the commercial adults get offended like I have no empathy. I just know better I tell them and look straight into the children's eyes, and they look back with surprise.