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Late November (2008):

I have had several lucid dreams lately where I have been flying. I think I'm only partly lucid because all I can think of to do is fly (I'm not thinking fully like I do in real life or a really good LD).

I don't have very good memories of these dreams, only that something triggers lucidity and I RC by flying. I do remember in one dream I was flying over a beach. In another dream I was flying to the top of this stone henge looking thing. In another I was flying down a street trying to go faster but not having much luck.

I feel like I have been flying so much lately that it seems like I should be able to do it in real life too. Like I'll be looking up at something and suddenly think how easy that should be to get to...how I can just imagine what it would feel like, look like, to fly right up to it. Things look so much closer, more tangible. It's neat and weird. I kind of like it.

Mid November 2008:

I had two LDs last week. Both short with me only remembering that I like to fly when lucid. And not even doing that well. No thought of any more interesting or complicated tasks.

10-22-08

Dream notes.


Mini LD

Flying.

10-16-08



Fragment 3 lucid fragment: taking picture of the moon through the orange autum leaves on a tree. Became lucid. Was disappointed that these pictures would never turn out. Dream over.

Updating....

10-15-08

I was in a room. These girls were all working of these projects involving weaving. Some were rugs. Some where....well, I actually don't know. They had edges that were made from carved bamboo slices.

At some point I became lucid. I tried to remember what to do. Finally I remembered to tell other dream characters that this was a dream. So I call out to get their attention and say, "Hey everyone--this is a lucid dream!"

They all stared at me with blank looks on their faces as if they had no idea what I just said, as if I had been speaking a foreign language.

So I say it again. I turn around and look at the group of girls standing behind me hoping for a better reaction. But I still just got that blank look.


I'm not sure how this dream ended. I either woke up or just lost lucidity and went on to other dreams. I think it was the latter.

I jumped out of a building and I saw some female ninja running down the wall. We hit the ground at the same time. She's wearing a typical ninja outfit except it's brown, and her mask is a darker shade of brown. She also has a Chinese straw hat on. We're both running and she vanishes in and out of perception view..I don't know if she's teleporting or just moving fast as hell like DBZ. I stopped for a moment, and she turned around and threw something at me. I held out my hand (three green fingers), and immediately caught the sai. She threw another one and I did the same. It was like I didn't have to focus on the object, but more or less my hand and and everything else just guided it in. I told her I was the best with sai's and some lady came up and started asking me question....all her words were weird. Like her sentences didn't make any sense. I tried to answer them, but it was just off.

I haven't been on in a while due to night terrors and other problems due to my epilepsy getting in the way but I am here now, and I feel like I want to do this more than ever. I started this process because of my night terrors and now they are back with a vengeance and I wish I knew the reason. I could make a few guesses but I really think none of them would suffice.

I dreamt of a a girl (that I don't remember remembering) being raped.
I dreamt that I literally blew up my cousin. She used to be my best friend and I seemed to be happy about it in this dream. It may sound stupid in writing but sadly (and pathetically) it isn't.
I dreamt of my brothers death.
I dreamt that I was crying and crying and running and crying and couldn't escape whatever was chasing me.


I started this to escape this dreams where I ran. Not only that but also to maybe escape the boredom of my life and the sadness i felt. As these nightmares hit me with a new, and almost fresh, sting I can't help feeling helpless. Since I don't seem to be getting any better at what I am doing. I hope that this changes. and that I don't lose hope. And that I can defeat this thing devouring me every night.

As i type this and I know no one will read it I feel comfortable with that. I never really felt like anyone heard my call in the first place. But I will be fine.

So I went to bed with the intention of getting Lucid... And I sure did... Here's how my night went.

I was in a dream, doing something... Can't remember what, and I became Lucid. I can't remember what I did in this one, but I know I was definitely Lucid..
You'll see why I can't remember what I did in a second...

After about 5 mins of being Lucid, I woke up, then DEILD back into a dream, and became Lucid again... It was raining, and I lifted up my hands and changed it to be sunny.
Then I had an FA, and did a nose plug RC and became Lucid... again... Then I was at school, and was talking to some chicks, and I woke up...

At this point I was just lying there like, 'uh... ok, lets keep going!' (WBTB) So I went back to sleep with the intention of becoming Lucid again, and I did. Now I told my sister that we were dreaming, and then went and flew around for a bit... Then my lucidity faded, and I had an FA, did a Nose Plug RC and became Lucid again....
This red bit repeated over like, literally 7 times.... :/ So when I woke up I was just like "duh herp derp what just happened'...
xD

-Adallia the Mystery-

I was at my high school, there was a large commotion filled with ambulances, police cars and... moving vans. Still, I was but a teenage girl, in this dream at least. I was a brown-haired, short-short teen who seemed a bit bitchy, to say the least, and for some reason, I needed to get into the room that the officials seemed to be protecting the most, and so I was able to walk right on by, easily too. As I walked to the room, I kept hearing something about this girl Adallia. Something about her being either dead or missing, or both. I went into the room, who I assumed was Adallia's. Inside, there was just a bunch of boxes, almost like instrument boxes, though I walked outside, looking at the night street corner and suddenly seeing a young female's lifeless body in my vision, snapping back and forth over and over again, only at different angles. I could only see her body and the environment around her. I screamed loudly, everyone stared, I screamed "It's Adallia! All I can see is Adallia!". After that, I only remember seeing a view of the arm of a fallen dead person, pale and lifeless with a glove on that represented a fox's paw of some sort, something about how Adallia was still alive and that this was only a cod to cover up another murder she committed. That didn't explain why I could only see her body, or someone's body.

I was horrified.

Dreamt that there was a large ape who for some reason was angry at me and wanted to keep me in his apartment. I sent a friend to go get whatever it was that the ape had lost so that I could leave and I was forced to wait. Things started to look up when another pair of friends came into the apartment. I told them to go on without me. As soon as they opened the door to leave, I pounced, running down the stairs, jumping down entire flights because I knew this ape would reach me. When I reached the bottom, I noticed that this is the least practical exit ever conceived. This lack of convenience let the thing catch up a bit before I was out the door and running even harder. Unfortunately the ape caught up to me and... I don't know what happened from there.

Next dream had me at my college suite. It was a lot more spacious, kind of like a nice apartment. The three televisions that are here were arranged in a more pleasing manner, and for whatever reason there were children's books on a bookshelf here. It looked like generation 3 my little pony stuff. Moving on, I had to go to class. The classroom itself was to the left of my suite and it looked a lot like my room. The class ended quickly, with not much learning happening. At the end there were two people on the ground looking quite close to doing the nasty. I left the room when a less than awesome thought occured... They might use my room to bump uglies. I needed to make sure that they wouldn't. I turned into something not unlike Mr. Magoo in appearance and knocked on the door. They ran away from me and I chased them down, now only wanting the thrill of the chase. I tackled them onto the ground and went back to my room. When I arrived someone who creeps me right the hell out in real life came in after me and handed me my flip flop. Were I not comfortable in my bed, I felt like I may have simply beaten him with it. The rest is kind of a blur, though I vaguely remember the caferteria being involved somehow (it was a mix of my high school's caf and college one.)

I am in the clearing of a forested area on a hill. I am with about four other people and we are
discussing what would happen if our homes are under siege or something very simillar. There
is a yellow shack in my view and I think I tell them that it is my home. I forget if I go in or around it but when I do I
am in view of a huge mansion house and I head inside it. When inside it I begin bheading through rooms and getting to other rooms using the windows. Once I have finished what I was doing I jump out the window and join the group
now in a huge garden with hedges. We begin to fight eachother and I take out each
one of them, then they respawn in a blue flash.

October 17, 2012 (NAP TIME!)

Some pre-knowledge: I got very little sleep last night (about 4 hours.) After I had class, I came back to my apartment and took a nap. I left the lights on, fan going, etc. It was noisy. I took a short 20-30 minute nap then woke back up. Then, I tried the WILD technique (For the first time in about a year.) This time though, I was more focused on visualizing than my body. I went straight into the dream instead of rolling out of bed.

THE DREAM:

It started in my house. I tend to stay lucid, but let my mind wander, and don’t take too much control. My dad kept trying to figure out which TV went best in each room. They were huge. This part was very short.

We went on a family trip to some group of islands. We drove on this bridge that kept tipping back and forth. We got out of the car and tried to navigate it ourselves. It was hard to walk on. I wanted to try to move up the bridge, but I was too afraid I would fall. Keep in mind this bridge was a couple hundred yards above water. We couldn’t move along the bridge because it was so wobbly. There were a ton of people on the bridge. So many you couldn’t move.

What happened next was very weird. I saw a stage above us and got much immersed in it. Someone was on trapeze. They fell into the net below, but the net didn’t stay in place. This net thing fell in a hole on the bridge. I guess there was a huge gap in the bridge from it breaking when I got distracted by the stage. There was someone in the center of the net, in the center of the hole. The net fell through and we went down the bridge by ropes. I ran along the water. My friend Connor threw me a rope and pulled me to shore. I looked back at the huge bridge. It was collapsing as people climbed off of it. I walked around the city to explore. I met this blonde girl. We got to know each other really well. I followed along with her. My parents and sister went off and did their own thing.

I followed her back to her house. It was a small room: One door, A few windows, Kitchen, and a kitchen table in the middle. I was standing up. She sat down. We talked. While we were talking, her eyes widened for some reason. She said “Oh! ______ is coming over! He might ask me on a date!” I don’t remember his name, but I let it go by.

After some conversation, I heard a knock on the door. A guy came in. He was pretty built, douchebag haircut, blonde. I shook his hand. “Where you from?” “I’m from the USA.” I guess this was a foreign country. But it looked very Nordic based upon the buildings. A couple other guys showed up. Some of them knew pretty good English, a few didn’t. We all stood around the table. The girl was sitting down. Her eyes were still wide with excitement.

We talked about how some of the guys’ friends went to American colleges and how you need an American college education to succeed. I noticed one of those flatbeds outside that can hold like 14 cars drive by. Then I saw a ton of American brand stores and stuff outside the window that I didn’t notice before.

After some not really understood conversation, the main blonde guy asked the girl on a date. She was overjoyed! That is when I lost it. He was now my enemy. I yelled in my deepest loudest voice “NO! THIS IS MY DREAM!” I lit up with flames and threw the guy into the wall. The wall broke and he went through. I then turned my arm into a very long sword and slashed the other guys in half all around me. The girl didn’t really react. We started talking again and it started getting frisky. We had sex on the table.

Afterwards, I was worried about where my family was. I reached in my pocket for my phone, but it turned out to be a gps-type thing. The map was of the islands that we were on. I remembered my dad had a boat, and for some reason, it was a giant pirate ship. There was an avatar of a pirate ship, towing a car behind it across the screen. I told the ship to come to where I was. It drove through all the islands insanely fast, went through land, and stopped in front of the house. I told my family that I was in this house, and they went off.

It’s very vague as to where it went from there, but the next thing I remember was that we were in another house, this time much bigger. There were a ton of beds, and the lighting was kind of creepy. A few of my friends were there along with the same girl from before. It looked a lot like a GIANT hotel room. As I said, this is where it got hard to remember. There were monsters in all the beds and they were sitting on the couches, standing around, talking, some of them doing other business. They were ugly. They looked like zombies.

I grew the flames for a second time, and started hacking away at these creatures. I killed a majority of them, they disappeared when they died. There were a few very fat ones sitting on the couches that just wouldn’t take a blow. I walked passed. My friends and the girl followed. One of the monsters sitting down had a face that looked like a suction cup. The girl pulled the suction cup off of its face. It was a hole. There was nothing behind it. It was emptiness. One of my friends said to put it back.

We walked through a door into the next room. Once everyone was through the door, I turned around and reached into my pocket. I pulled out a frag grenade, tossed it under the couch where the fat ones were sitting, and it went off. When the smoke cleared, everything was the same, but the creatures disappeared. I turned and went back through the door which my friends went through. It was a room exactly the same as the one before, maroon beds, a couch, and a kitchen. My friends were gone. I shut the door behind me and the girl. It was empty.

These two creatures came in some other door that I hadn’t noticed. They were NOT LIKE the zombies from before. They had very weird arms and legs. They had the head of what looked like the Arbiter from Halo (Four pronged mouth with sharp teeth.) They had no hands, and were black and grey. Their arms looked like giant, strong, muscular tentacles (See picture/attachment.) They didn’t attack me. At this point I was still on fire. One of them, whom I think was the more dominant leader, pointed at me and said “I hope you had your fun tonight!” in a very creepy mischievous way. They both walked back out the door. I pulled a curtain back to look out the window.

I noticed it was night time now, and we were on a hill. In the driveway, there was one of those car carrier things from before. I got a glimpse of the two creatures as they got into the flatbed and started it up. On the flatbed was my 1999 red Ford Explorer. Some of the windows were gone, the paint was messed up, a tire was missing, and there were dummies sitting in the driver, passenger, and back right seat. They were sitting straight up, and buckled in. The flatbed drove away.
I said to myself “I’m tired of all this crap.” And I woke up.


Analysis:
Based upon passed Lucid experiences and this one, the whole mood-swingy control happens often. I am very passive in the beginning (as I like to observe dreams,) and then when something bothered me, I took full control. You may have noticed underlining. I underline important events, places, and objects in my journaling.

It is very hard to interpret the bridge scene in the beginning. The only thing that really speaks to me is my friend Connor. I've only hungout with him twice, and he isn't very social.
-I think it might be a sign I need to be more friendly to the people who need it the most.

The night I got four hours of sleep, I went over to this girl's house. We've been friends with benefits for awhile. Her roommate was trying on outfits to go on a date. Her roommate said "We're going on a date." I assumed that included both of them, as if it was a double date. I got kind of aggravated. Then we got into an argument about how she doesn't really want to have sex anymore.
-I believe this EXACTLY reflects what happened in my dream. This might also be why he had no name in my dream. I met the girl, got mad about some guy asking her on a date, killed them all, and then had sex with her.

The hotel room part is confusing. A few nights ago I watched a horror movie, called VHS, where a few guys brought girls back to their hotel rooms to have sex with them and film it. One of the girls, from the start, looked VERY creepy. They stripped her down, and she had messed up feet. She turned into a demon, and killed them all, spilling guts everywhere. Later in the movie, there was another scene in a hotel room, where a woman murdered her husband in his sleep.
-I think my viewing of the movie may have influenced that scene.

Recently, I visited my friend at another college. I left my car at his dorm for about four days as we visited another university to see what the party scene is like. The whole weekend I was bothered about my car getting towed.
-This may be a link to the flatbed truck in my dream and the quote "You had your fun."

Overall, this one of the weirdest dreams I've had. Most of my other Lucid experience is peaceful, as I'm very passive, and let things happen.



The image attached is a character from an anime called Casshern Sins. The character whom is mutated, seeks eternal life and beauty. But is tricked, and turns into that creature.

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[OK, so I've made a decision here. At least occasionally, on days when I haven't had any really great dreams, I'll post an older dream on here from my personal dream journal. Most of these will be my more major Harry Potter dreams, but this one had no Harry Potter that I remember, just mostly sci-fi stuff. Just so there is something more interesting in my dream journal for the day.]

4-23-2012 -- I am out doing courier work (not sure where) when I find Jeff Goodwin has just joined the company, and I am asked to give him a hand with one delivery. We're traveling a little bit on this one, something like 150 or 200 miles, and it seems to be a fairly smooth journey.

We get where we are going, and deliver one package to a construction site that is along the lines of an OPC plant, then Jeff explains they gave him another package to deliver right down the block at a school. He goes to deliver that, while I wait for him before we can go back.

As I am waiting, an attractive young lady comes along on a golf cart and is accusing me of being where I don't belong. I explain the delivery and waiting for Jeff, and she tells me to get on the golf cart, indicating that I can either take a seat, or drive it. I lift her up, take the driver's seat, and sit her in my lap. This doesn't seem to bother her. Then I wrap my arms around her, holding her close, but nothing really improper, and she warns me "Now you're starting to push it." and we drive off a short distance, back to the construction site, which has now changed.

She looks vaguely like Olga from the show 7 Days, and she is here investigating something, trying to figure out what kind of deliveries they are getting here. It seems nothing matches the labels. There are boxes marked food that seem to contain several live cats (which are being referred to as dogs) and stuff like that. The cats are cute, and there are lots of little girls that want to play with them.

She grabs the box I just delivered, which is marked bandages, and is filled with, yes, bandages. First box she has found that is properly marked. As we are checking on things, stuff shifts to where we are actually in some sort of alien camp, trying to learn what we can, but having to avoid drawing notice to ourselves. Seems like kind of a cross between 'They Live,' 'V,' and the Tripod books.

We're wearing sunglasses that are supposed to control what we see, and how we react to things, but one of our people has tampered with them so they only half-work. They affect what we are seeing enough that we can keep from reacting unexpectedly, but they keep us from being controlled. Most of the aliens are mostly human-size, but do not act like humans ... except for a few.

There is a very huge alien that acts a little different, and a short human who acts much the same way, and we discover they are the result of a cross-breeding experiment where the more human offspring are short and the alien ones are roughly Hagrid-sized. But both offspring are too easy going and laid back to be of any use to the aliens. They are free, and tolerated, but will never be a part of the alien civilization.

We're in a small box-like area doing our research, and I still have been keeping an eye out for Jeff's return, but I realize I haven't been paying enough attention, and don't know if he is still at the school or not. A couple of the aliens come by, and the Olga character doesn't see them and talks about something she shouldn't, which has them examining us more closely. One person reacts badly, and they pick him up and find his glasses have been tampered with, and fix them. He is now under their control.

They start picking up a couple of others, and eventually reach for me. I try to dodge, and they tell me to stand still. I don't, but that tells them I am not under their control, and they manage to grab me and pick me up by the hair. To me, the aliens look identical, and they are commenting on how we can't tell them apart while looking at them directly. They take my glasses, and somehow as I glance at them, one is obviously male while the other is female, and I never noticed it before. I comment on it.

With the glasses removed, I have lost all volition. I just don't care what is going on, and am just hanging by my hair. One of them tells me that for fooling them with the fake glasses, he is going to kill me, and he carries me over to a display that is roped off that has a kind of strange, small, square furnace in it, and starts swinging me by my hair, preparing to toss me in it. I finally start to care, and grab him by the hand and fight my way free.

As I struggle with him, my hand lands on the mask he is holding, and I tear it off his face. It turns out on his face under the mask he has a ton of spots, and all the aliens are horribly racist, and hate those with more or less spots then themselves. This is why they wear the masks, to allow them to function. I start to call out about how spotty he is, and the other aliens grab him and start to tear him apart. They forget all about me.

So I run back to the small box-like encampment, and start gathering my people together. It is hard to interest a couple who have already had their glasses fixed, and there is no sign of Jeff. The Olga character has disappeared, and I am trying to find her. There is another young woman, nude, and fairly attractive, who is moaning about how horrible she looks, and I am trying to convince her she looks lovely, her mind is just being messed with by the glasses.

I am looking for a way out, and in an intuitive leap, I think that the strange sort of eye-looking organic things I have seen in a couple of hatches in the floor might be a sort of exit. I can't seem to find any of them now, but I spot a closed hatch on the ground and get the others to help me open it. The space underneath looks organic, with a kind of an alien-green skin surrounding what almost looks like a bright yellow eye area. I gather my nerves and drop myself into the hatch, and the 'eye' opens like a sort of iris, and I fall through into some sort of slime.

I hold my breath and move through a sort of slime-filled underworld, where I can see a few others moving around, before I fall through entirely, and find myself back in the exterior area where I made my original delivery, then I wake up.

10-04-2012 -- And with this dream I catch up the only October dream I haven't already posted. I have no idea how or why, but I have just moved in to a second story bedroom in BM's home in England ... and I think I'm going to move out again almost immediately.

I am trying to take a shower, and there are long, thorny vines twisting all through the shower, making it almost impossible. I step out and grab a pair of hedge clippers, planning to cut them up, when B. comes in screaming that I will do no such thing! I'm expected to just live with the vines, as they were here first.

As we are arguing, some of her kids and grand kids come wandering in, and start taking showers while wearing their clothes for modesty. This doesn't work too well because about half of them end up turning see-thru. I'm enjoying the view, which leads to a couple of husbands being mad at me. Well, if they don't want people watching their wives shower, they ought to wait until the bathroom is free and they can have it to themselves!

It turns out it is Christmas, and they all force me to sit down with them for the entire gift opening process, yet it is a family thing, and nobody has brought any gifts for me, so they should have just left me out of the whole thing, damn it! Finally I decide I've had enough ... I'm moving out! "No you aren't! How dare you! You selfish, insensitive, ungrateful jerk!" We fight over what stuff in the bathroom is mine, and they are trying to steal my soap and stuff. They also take some of my money which is all in pound notes (how I know I am in England.)

They are giving me a pair of purple panties that are so small they must belong to a little kid, but what would I want with those?!? B. almost throws my shoes out the second floor window, and across the fence into the neighbor's yard with all the wild animals (a place I know from other dreams.)

I finally make it out the front door, when I remember that I also have a large stash of quarters still inside the house. I use some sort of mind power to call a couple of the kids, and they gather up two big handfuls of quarters and bring them out to me. I take them, and it is my money, but I feel slightly bad that the kids might get in trouble for giving it to me.

Soon I find myself in Las Vegas for some sort of show at a balloon convention. Don't know much about the convention because I have never been to one before, but the show is like the evening shows they do at the FCM convention. Mark Byrne is preparing to do a major show, and he wants me to assist him. He takes a few minutes to ask me how I am doing and what's going on in my life, then asks if I am familiar with the glass frame-card trick. I'm not sure, it looks kind of like the pen through card trick I did as a little kid, except it is huge, sized for a card of about three feet by four.

As Mark is making sure I am prepared, a barber comes up to us both. He is to make sure we're both ready for the show. He gives Mark a quick trim of hair and beard, takes maybe 30 seconds, then he does the same thing to me. I expect I'm getting the same brief trim that Mark got, then I glance in a mirror and find no, the top of my head is now almost bald, except for this tiny tuft of hair that has been dyed gray, and somehow gives me a kind of Oriental look. What the hell?

Mark again asks me how I'm doing as we're preparing to go on, and this time I let him know I'm not doing all that well, I'm broke and out of work. But hopefully things will all work out.

10-16-2012 -- Entire first part of this was lost. Second part begins with me driving down a road, heading to some kind of balloon gig I'm doing. As I am getting near the place I want to turn in, I see an attractive lady wearing one of the can can girl costumes from the Golden Horseshoe Revue. I roll down the window of the Jimmy and call out something about how much I still miss that show. The lady turns around, and I think it is Ginny, one of the can can girls I used to watch in the show.

I see another can can girl also walking up, which makes it very likely they have a performance going on. Unfortunately since I am performing balloons, I'll probably have to miss it! Darn! I park my vehicle and get out, and find for some reason I am holding and petting a baby kitten. I have no idea why, but I know I am supposed to be holding it.

The event we're all entertaining for seems to be some kind of marathon, and they are getting ready to start. There's a really smarmy, stuck up jerk who is trying to order me around and tell me where to go, saying something about how nobody except himself has any rights to anything or any kind of decent treatment. He makes it clear that I better not write anything negative about him, or I'm out of there. I wasn't expecting to write anything for the Hornet about this, anyway, but I'm sure starting to consider it, now!

I glance around, and see some helium balloons and such up on a slight slope overlooking the street where the marathon is starting, and hike up there, figuring that is probably where they want me. The rude guy is here, and now seems to be one of the balloon people. He has a huge balloon bouquet that seems to be made of very long, thin balloons and huge 3 foot weather balloons or the like. It is trying to drift off in the breeze, and I stop it, which just leads to the guy telling me to stay away from his balloons. Sheesh ... try to help somebody.

I'm talking with the other balloon artists, and starting to consider what I might work on, when I spot the fire department running around, emptying out and replacing the various porta-potties set up for the event. Don't know why they are the ones doing this, but OK. My Jimmy is parked where it might be in the way, so I go to move it, but this only causes the second window to fall into the door like the first one did in real life a couple of days ago.

I find myself standing in a hotel lobby on the hillside, looking at some fancily dressed woman who is acting really stuck up and snobbish while talking about the whole event, and there are secret service agents spying on her and everybody else. I start to spy on them, and they seem to respect me because I respect them enough to keep an eye on them. Strange.