I don't remember how I got lucid the first time, but I remember 4 LDs. Dream 1 : [COLOR="#008080"]I wake up in a dream and I say : Oh good, lucid again. I stand up and start rubbing my hands but I don't notice any difference. I go straight in the livingroom at the computer and I enter on KVIRC. I tell Oreo and Hathor28 that this is a dream and I'm lucid but they refused to believe it. I go back to the bedroom and look out the window. I see a pale girl with a nice white dress, she flies up to me, grabs my hand and then flies away.[/COLOR] Dream 2 : [COLOR="#008080"]I wake up in the dream again and I'm like : Woo, another lucid! I get out of the room and my parents seem drunk. Suddenly, a red haired girl appears and shows me a door that I've never seen before. I open it and it seems to be a closet full of clothes. I enter in it and suddenly the closet becomes a really long hall. At the end of the hall there is a door. I walk to the door and then the door opens by itself. I go in it and there is a big clown. He gives me a pillow and I sit on it. I look around and I see a lot of coffins, more clowns and lots of clothes. I suddenly get a reaaaally good feeling and I wake up.[/COLOR] Dream 3: [COLOR="#008080"]I wake up AGAIN in the dream and I yell because I'm full of happiness. I look out the window again and I hope that the girl doesn't appear again. I jump out the window, run and hide behind a tree. I also remember that there were many fights involved in this dream.[/COLOR] After this LD I woke up in real and I almost did a DEILD. Dream 4: [COLOR="#008080"]I wake up in the dream(YES, AGAIN) and I freak out. I get out of the room and go near the kitchen. There isn't a door to my balcony anymore but a strange round grey door. I can see a shadow of myself coming but I run in the living room. I get back on KVIRC to make Hathor28 and Oreo believe me I'm dreaming but they still won't believe it so I give up. I go back to the kitchen and a clone of myself is there. She was hissing and searching for something. As soon as she saw me she wanted to bite me but I run back into the livingroom. I see a bag of my favorite chips on the sofa so I thought why not and started to eat them. I tried to change my appearance because my hair was messy and I was still in my PJs. It's unsuccessful so I jump out the window. I ask myself what I should do while looking around. I try to summon Gavin but instead of him, there appears a red haired guy. I ask him if he can make Gavin appear and he does weird magic stuff but he fails at it.[/COLOR]
Updated 01-10-2014 at 01:07 PM by 61851
1. I was on some spiritual travel. It is hard to describe.. everything was green and brown.. weird looking stone buildings, caves.. elephants were crossing roads.. and everywhere i went i always ended in a shop where they sold coffe.. and a girl came in everytime in that shop. this dreams were quite long.. but ufortuantely i cannot recall them so good. 2. Fragments I was thirsty and i opened kitchen element doors.. they just fell off.. then started to pure water into a glass.. and the water was hot for a long time before cold one appeared.. and i was watching a music video.. which transformed into a weird porn movie. 3. I think i was in a cooking competition. I guess i was in the finals, because there were only 2 of us left. My competitor was a really nice looking indian girl. She was teaching me how to make a chilli powder. She used oil and chilli together until the mass started to crumble.. and some curry i think.. but she started to hide it from here. And later i was selling chilli with an automated machine. I was working as a helper, because no one knew how to use that machine.. but of course neither i could use it. All the buttons were written in cyrlic alphabeth (russian) which i can read partly but not in this dream. And a japanese woman was trying to buy the chilli. and she was getting restless because it took so long. And she didnt have her own bottle to put it in. .so i had to charge her some extra for this.. and i always forget what she ordered because it took me so long to read those buttons.. And then it was another exam infront of a chef.. I was told to skin the chicken. ANd it was not a chicken at all .. it was some weird beef meet. And i skined it quite good.. but of course not good enough.. so i was listening to another lesson how i failed the chef.
1. [Non-Lucid] II appear to be in a game of Counterstrike or COD in some sort of junkyard setting, I was camping in a 3 walled shed made of wood and sheets of metal. For some reason all the other players knew where I was and came towards me, fortunately I am amazing at this game and destroy most (If all) of them. 2. Fragments: Walking towards a school. The fire alarm goes off students start crowding out of the doors
My earliest dream when I was about 4 was about me (no surprises there). I was in a hospital bed sick and unable to move or talk. My family consisting of my mother, father and sister are at the foot of my bed. At the head is a nurse who is the embodiment of evil. Next the bed and I am in an elevator. The evil nurse is with me and my family are slipping away as the elevator descends from them. I am terrified. I cant speak, cant plead for my family to save me. Fast forward to my teen years. I am in a family religion of birth that demands I bow down to indoctrination, declare the outside world as evil and live by a strict code I have had hammered into me all my life. But I cant. Its not me. Its a miserable existence I wont live and because of this my family abandon me and what ever I speak to them they twist round in their religious denial to make me feel guilt. There is nothing I can say that will overcome their stupid religious denial. To them I am the embodiment of evil, an excommunicated disbeliever. If there is one thing I can say to anyone reading this it is to NEVER allow anyone to guilt load you for being You!
Crazy night. Wrecked myself up over D the whole day therefore no good sleep and no dream recall
Woke up around 4 am with a terrible headache. Took a pain killer, went back to bed. I'm at an airport. Suddenly I'm at a hospital. Someone I know is treated there, probably my mother. There is this creepy guy walking down the hallway. He reminds me of Rumpelstiltskin from Once upon a time. So I follow him. He seems to be a threat to people at the hospital. I get my taser out and basically roast him. Of course a lot of people gather around us to see what is going on but I keep torturing him with the taser. Suddenly we all yell "Rumpel, Rumpel" and he literally evaporates and turns to dusk.
Morning of January 9, 2014. Thursday. This is fairly short in detail, but not that short a dream. Five of my friends from my school days have died (possibly at the same time), including males Steve W and Bill W. There may be only one female in the group - I am mostly only certain of two of the male identities (perhaps a third being John C, who swallowed a tack in fifth grade and he thought he was going to die, but nothing happened to him from that event). I am at a computer at my (seeming) home at one point - I think I am facing south, but it is an unfamiliar apartment. For some reason, my five friends are to be entombed in my house. I have a small “coffin”, possibly only about three or four feet long, yet somehow all five of the full skeletons fit in the one box longways (not sure why all five are supposed to be put together - they were not related in real life). There is a bit of sadness (not intense) and a vague thought regarding my own mortality. I am to store the “casket” near the computer desk. Logically, to be skeletons, either they had died some time ago (which does not seem to be the case) or some special method was used to both shrink and reduce them to only bone. I also am not even sure if they had been interred elsewhere for some time. This other character (unknown) just shows up and the theme unfolds. I do notice that their skulls seem a bit “too small” at one point, yet realistically, they were correct size in my dream on afterthought, yet somehow they all still fit full-body in the box. There does not seem to be any logical reason why I am to be the “caretaker” of their bones (other than perhaps that I am the only remaining living one alive of their age or group, or perhaps class regarding a certain grade - unsure). As of this writing, they are all still alive. In another dream, we are back living at Duffy Street and my father comes by with a few bags of groceries. For some reason, I am not alert to the implications of my dream. Then again, it could have actually been an older version of myself, as, in afterthought, I am not fully sure anymore. Maybe I will look in a mirror twenty years from now and check. The building seemed mirror-imaged (reversed east to west) to its actual design.
Updated 01-31-2018 at 06:07 PM by 1390
I finally had a lucid dream in which I didn't wake up almost immediately upon lucidity. Yay for me! : It's pretty long even though I feel like I only remember about 60% of it Anyway here it is, and sorry it's just a wall of text maybe I'll get around to making it look pretty one day (probably not): The earliest thing I remember was that I was having freaking Jack White in my house! (wasn't really my house, but it was in the dream). I was still non lucid at this point. He was in the middle of recording a song, but he was blocking my way so I put my hand on his shoulder to communicate that I wanted to pass. There wasn't a lot of room and he tried to keep playing while making room for me to pass. We got all tangled up and he had to stop playing. But it was no problem he just thought it was kinda fun and so did I. One of his crew members however whispered something disrespectful about me to himself though. So I told him "You're in my house so behave nicely". At first he apologized but then the other guy kept the discussion going and I ended up throwing them out. But at this point they had nothing to do with Jack White, Jack White wasn't even there. Instead they where guys from the other end of the country who played handball. Anyway, I told them to get out and they did, I followed them out of the room and we walked into a huge industrial kitchen (was still in my house, guess I must have been rich or something). The area was filled with handball players that had come from all over the country walking around everywhere. Complete chaos. Suddenly something happened that I had to move away from quickly. I'm not quite sure what it was but I think maybe something spilled out from a cooking pot or something. Anyway I quickly threw myself backwards and slided along the floor away from whatever it was. For some reason I just kept sliding, must have been some real slippery floor. While sliding I saw a pack of cigarettes on the floor. I picked it up and while I was still sliding I took a cigarette out and lit it. I finally stopped gliding and I was sitting next to a girl that used to be in my class like 4-5 years ago. (I never really talked to her or thought anything of her, so I don't really understand what she was doing there). Anyway I notice that my cigarette is roasted (which sucks unless you are about to roll a joint). No problem, I just gave it to the girl and lit a new one (I'm such a gentleman). Damn this was roasted too.... I give the other useless cigarette to another girl who just appeared and as I do, I remember how my cigarettes are often roasted in dreams and I become lucid. Awesome! First thing I think about is that I have to tell my best friend when I meet her in school. And as we all know, in dreams what you think about happens so now I'm together with her and it gets a little blurry here. But the next thing I remember is that we walked into a room filled with instruments and a guy from my class was sitting and playing guitar with some girl I didn't know. We where supposed to have a 2v2 guitar battle against them so I go to pick up a guitar. I find a really cool hollow body electric guitar that looks a little the guitar Jack White uses with a slide. But as I pick up the guitar it turns into a contra bass and the others look at me like I don't know what a guitar is. Embarrassing since I'm supposed to be the best guitarist in the room... Anyway my friend offers me her guitar and says she'll just play on her toy guitar about the size of a pencil case. I take the guitar and sit down. Now the guitar I'm playing is my own guitar from the real world and it's missing a string. But I'm happy cause it's only missing one string (Right now my real guitar has only 3 strings because I'm in a bit of an economical crisis). So 5 strings is pretty good I think and I sit and warm up for the battle by playing inside my head. I play some pretty cool Jack White inspired blues improv, where I play both the rhythm and the lead part at the same time (I actually still remember what I played and if I had more strings on my guitar I could play it right now). It was kinda cool cause I got a lot quicker into my creative state than I usually do. Anyway I'm not sure if my dream just skipped here or if I just don't remember. But the next thing I remember is that my friend and I are sitting in a window. And I tell her that I'm having a lucid dream right now and we talk about how awesome it would be if it was a shared dream (she was totally cool with it, unlike most of the stories I've read in here, probably because she is like that irl as well). I know she has never experienced flying in a dream before so I ask her if she wanna try. I actually don't remember what she said but I pick her up anyway under my right arm and I fly out the window with her. We see the town from Weeds and we fly over it. I can't really seem to get my flying up to speed but then suddenly I manage to accelerate really fast and it felt like an awesome rollercoaster ride except even cooler cause we where flying. Now we're back in the building which is now our school (It wasn't anything like my school from irl but it was our school in the dream). From here on I don't remember as much detail and there's a lot of missing parts. There was some guy, I think he was a cook and that he had made a big cake. We accidentally sit down on his cake and ruin it. He gets really upset but I'm like "it's my dream fuck off, you can't be mad at me". But I eventually feel pity for him and I decide to fix it. I turn towards the cake to restore it with magic. I do motions with my hands kinda like the guys from Star Wars when they try to lift stuff with the power of the force. The cake starts fixing it self slowly from the bottom up as I guide it with my hands but it turns into something else, a statue of Leonardo DiCaprio i think. For some reason the walls are suddenly old and dirty and I go on to clean them up with my magic. I end up inside a class room. I remember a dream I had not long ago where I was Spider-Man and the Villains where people I knew it was pretty cool. So I thought that my dream could use a villain as well and I come up with using my most hated teacher from school. And she actually appears. She comes walking through the door and she looks even more evil than usual. Her veins are all dark and very visible. Turns out I didn't enjoy having her in my dream one bit so I left the room. I'm now outside some kind of factory and there's a sleazy business man or politician or something like that. I'm sure I knew him from somewhere either from real life or from a movie or something. He has dropped his hash pipe. It was filled with some kind of gross foam but in the dream I thought that's just how hash for pipes look (obviously I know that's not true). For some reason I want to throw it away. I don't know why but I think it's linked to something earlier in the dream I don't quite remember but including a hash pipe being thrown away as well. As I throw it, he sees me and yells so I fly up in the air. Now I'm just floating in the air thinking about what to do next. I decide to make an attempt at flying to space. So I start flying upwards but I can't seem to gain enough momentum just like earlier. I close my eyes and really focus on speeding up. It works, I can feel that I'm accelerating really fast (felt really cool). Suddenly I stop flying and I open my eyes. It's all dark and I wonder where the stars are. This is when I realize I'm staring into my bedroom wall, unfortunately it had awakened me and I never saw space --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Went to bed at 04:30 and woke up at 06:30 It was one of those nights where you're up all night on your computer and at some point you get so tired that you just shut down the computer, roll over and instantly fall asleep with your clothes still on. Which is exactly the conditions I had my few (3) previous lucid dreams under.
Just a name: Sven Odinson. I've got some government job in which I'm part of a team of people in suits protecting someone, and we're currently in a hospital, when I pass a room where a team of people in red uniforms, EMTs maybe, are preparing for something. Something about them catches my attention as odd, and I mention to a coworker the possibility of a disguised threat. She agrees with me. Something about political opposition to dances in cathedrals by night. A zombie apocalypse setting, in which someone was approaching the house I was holed up in and we nearly shot each other, wrongly assuming each other to be zombies. She tries to convince me to come with her to some camp and I agree only because I'm fairly confident about being able to escape her along the way if it seems necessary, whereas if I start a confrontation with her here and now I'm fairly confident she'll shoot me. She's traveling with someone who joins her then and gives me a checkup, and she takes a very long time to find my pulse. When she finally says "Found it," I say, "Look at that, I have a heart. That's one for the books." A little girl saying "(something) to read hearts, death to solve the mystery." A choice between two different goals, reminding us to match the approach to the goal. This is a girl who I and the people I'm traveling with met a long time ago, and at the time she just seemed like a tragic figure, sole survivor of some massacre in which she watched the deaths of everyone else in her castle and the surrounding village. When I'm thinking about this, I see a memory of one of the people I'm traveling with standing in a pool of water with her, up to his neck in the blood and gore surrounding this girl. The journey we're on somehow involves the spirit of a certain place - either we're searching for it or it's opposing us or something - and we met this girl fairly early in that journey, but now that we've met her again, we realize she's more than she seems; the tragic figure we met originally was at least partially an act, and I strongly suspect she is that spirit. Now she's saying, "Sure you shouldn't just make perception your goal?" That's following on the death-to-solve-the-mystery thing she said just before. One of the guys I'm traveling with says, "Sorry, our goal is to take the cat out of the box." A Schrodinger's Cat metaphor; we don't want to just find the answers for ourselves, we want to eliminate the mystery completely.
i was driving in a car and i gained conciosness as the car failed to proceed forwards up at the smile incle of a stop light. i looked at my hands and thought fondly that i had plenty of time to be lucid (as id wrongly assumed i was going to bed at night when really i was only napping) my hands shifted in and out of definition and iheard lots of strange sounds. i stayed calm trying to see my hands clearly and float out of the car
Is was in the air, I wasn't on a flying vehicle as it didn't seem like that but it did seem like I was slowly drifting down from the sky like Mary Poppins without the umbrella of course. I felt light headed and sick from being in the air. I took a look at my surroundings and saw that there I was descending own to a castle, that reminded of something from Final Fantasy. I saw Rikku, from FFX down on this bridge, she was dressed in here x-2 attire, had seen me and started to shift around the bridge she was on, it was almost like she recognized me from somewhere or I knew her. I then said "Hey! Rikku!" and woke up.
I was a small child in an urban sector who someone sent to strangle in the night, but they failed due to my excellent hiding skills. I shared this information with my mom who was astonished and put me in hiding. There was something about me attending catholic service. I wanted to play soccer in some abandoned house. There were street dogs living there who accommodated my presence. I’m not sure if I challenged or was challenged by two ruffians who I swiftly defeated. This sort of showed my strength. They had respect for my fighting skills and decided to help me with strategy. This was an obvious influx from the Chinese documentary since they talked about shifting strategy from the old traditional methods and used kids to help be my opponents in training.
December 18, 2011 I was eating lunch in a cafeteria with some friends. I am about to go to the cashier to get more food and I also want to buy an ice skating ticket. Some other friends agree that that would be fun. But TM doesn’t want to even though he is apparently really good. He can do somersaults and flips, but he does not want to ice skate. Then at the cashier I am trying to decide what to buy with cash and what to buy with credit. I have like five ones and one two. I also debate buying Advil. Then I see they sell movies, so I buy the horror movie. TM decides to go with me. The movie is interactive and we actually start walking through a haunted house. We climb up stairs, but then the steps actually disappear. So, I climb the railing and jump across to the other side. Then we arrived to a room that explained all the horrors in the house to be humorous or not so scary. One explanation was a grand piano so I played on it. I played the C scale hands together. I messed up ending on B and C at the end. Then I played Clair de Lune. Then on of my previous English teachers came out with their english class who had just finished with their trip through the haunted house. J, G, M, and E, and others where present. Some hugged me and said hi. I saw J walk away alone. I was kind of happy about that, but I wanted to talk to her. Next the English teacher prepared everyone to jump with wings or something. They all jump, but M jumped last with his mom. I looked over the edge and was scared by the height. M first fake jumps into a pile of mud. The instructor at the bottom laughs so loud! Then M jumps and uses an actual parachute. It gets caught in a tree. And then fire strikes but M gets down. FIN.
October 28, 2011 I was with AV for the majority of the dream. First we were walking along the stair well of what looked like one the of the dorm buildings. We were headed to AV's dorm room. When we arrived I realized that the room was enormous, like a five star hotel. It had an atrium with a long counter with cabinets underneath, and the counter was decorated with pictures and memorabilia. I wondered why AV had so many pictures. I had never seen him as the kind of guy who displays his emotions. Past the atrium was a living room area with a TV, sound system, and a window overlooking a beautiful scene. I could not believe the splendor and so I justified that AV must live at the lofts. I believe that TH and others were with us at this point. Someone put on some music or a movie, and so I went behind the curtains to get away. There was someone behind the curtain already who startled me. He was on the ground and said, "Oh sorry, this is just right next to the speaker." His head was on the floor with his ear on the speaker. Next, the same people plus some more are outsider in what looks like a backyard similar to my friend KG's. The backyard is in fact AV's. We walk toward the back of the yard and gather together. AV seems to have multiple pools, some shallow with a step in the middle. Sometime I met JK's mom, although I did not recognize her at first because she was fat. She talked to me but I do not remember exactly what she said. It was something general like, "How are you?" Eventually, AV starts playing Rossini's Introduction, Theme, and Variations. His friend walks up and begins to play with him. I keep trying to identify the music and come to the conclusion that the piece is Weber's Clarinet Concerto no. II mvt. III. At one point AV uses circular breathing. The playing was impressive. However, the fun soon dissipated when mosquitoes came out. They bit like no other. They were fast and annoying. Everyone ran to the doors of the house, but no one would leave while the two clarinetists performed. At one point a phrase ended, so I believed the song was over. However, the duet continued. I started to feel my legs and there was more rough and red surface than smooth. The girl next to me patted my shoulder and told me it would OK and that it would be over soon. I thought to myself, "Why the f*** are you talking to me!? I don't even know you! Just leave me alone!" Anyway, after the next phrase, I burst open the door and ran inside along with HD. However, I now received a close up view of my legs and the mosquitoes kept getting worse. I began to slap the mosquitoes and it became like a video game. I slapped the bugs until I thought, "Enough!" I woke myself up. Not Dream: The music that the dream revolved around was playing on my iPod.
October 23, 2011 I, with some others, swim to a sunken station. There are actually lots of people there. The station was flooded in some areas, but also had fully functional toilets and such. Later I developed a feeling of anxiety. This was due to the fact that some predator like creatures were after us. However, they could not go underwater. So, I stayed under water in the station. There was a section that was under water, but also had an area with air and a pool so I stayed there. Surrounding the pool were chars so I sat and listened to my iPod. CM arrived and said, "You have your iPod? Usually I always have my iPod." I guess at the time she did not have her iPod. I did not say anything but gave her an earbud. She was startled by my taste in music. I failed my theory midterm with a 42. I did fine until one section that I just bombed. I think it was because I did not read the instructions. I think E made fun of me. The dream felt so real. I though I failed and did not know what to do.
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