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-false awakening/deild

Barely had awareness randomly and noticed I was sleeping. Vibrations came right then, but I could barely feel them so I did some nose plug RC's. I stood up once I was sure I was dreaming and not awake. My bedroom was flashing and furniture was glitching around and stuff so I think I might not have been in strong REM. I flexed all my muscles and screamed as loud as I could CLARITY NOW. Last time I yelled that a big orange wave of fire went shooting out from me like I cast a crazy spell and it worked perfect. But this time nothing happened haha. Anyways I turned to my window to see it was really sunny outside so I jumped through the screen on my window and started flying outside. Then I went non lucid and cant remember anything.

Met a girl at a bar/restaurant. She wanted my computer disk - she gave me her purse and rings. We would exchange later. I was trying to find her - she had 3 roommates (poly). Didn't know where she was. Turns out she was dead. Roomies wanted me to take her place. Blonde boy wanted a ceremony - he talked to my old roommate - then wanted a ceremony with Diana. He had tattoos - and then he didn't. Reminded me of Andreas. I wanted to go see feral cats.

Caitlin started a bakery by mail. She sent us very large cookies.

Dream - Lucid

I was inside somewhere, and I had taken a written math test. A girl I was friends with in high school, Sara, was there, and so was Jake. I had just gotten the test back, and was reviewing how I did. I did pretty well, seeing a few I missed here and there. I remember one of the questions on the first page being worth 5 points, and me getting 2 points partial credit for it.

I then flipped the test paper over and saw where I had completely skipped a graph problem, one worth 9 points. I saw -9 written in red on the problem. Jake then said
"Well yeah, don't expect a good grade if you're going to skip problems."
I then said
"I did ok, I mean, I got an 80, that's a low B."

~

I was walking with some lady through the band hallway at my old high school. It was like she was giving me a tour although I've already graduated both high school and college. She was explaining to me how that hallway is where lots of people who were about to graduate went to talk about colleges and their "favorite sororities" and such. She was saying this just as we were passing the band room. I looked to my right at her. She was short, had brown hair, and a young-looking face, though I think she may have been older than me. She looked like a sorority girl herself.

Then, my left knee felt extremely weak, and gave out. I crouched down and held the knee for a few seconds, as if I had injured it. It kept doing this over and over; I'd walk a few steps, and my left knee would give out. I tried to explain to the lady I was walking with, just telling her my knee kept giving out. As I was crouched down holding my knee the last time before I woke up, I thought to myself that maybe, because I've been less active lately, my knee muscles had atrophied.

~

I was at my house with Jake. We were in the middle of cleaning something or moving some things, when we started talking about some girl he had been seeing. I asked Jake if they were going to get married, and he said yes. I then asked if he had proposed to her, and he said yes.

WHAT???

I stood up and yelled at him. I was so angry, I couldn't contain it.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! THIS IS MY HOUSE, GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE!"
I kept screaming those things over and over. He never got mad, not even once. It's like he didn't even care that I was angry at him. The girl was then, somehow, there as well. She was skinny, and looked mixed between black and white. Her hair was in a short ponytail. I think she was wearing black Ugg boots and a jacket. She looked kinda tom-boyish. I yelled at the both of them to "get out of my fucking house". Good God was I angry. The girl left without a fight or a word, but Jake stayed there.

We were walking around and he was getting some things together to leave, and I just kept yelling at him. He was still not phased by my anger. Fuck, I couldn't even figure out why I was so angry. I then thought it was because he was just settling, just marrying this random chick that he didn't really care about. That made sense for me to be angry about that, but not this angry. I mean, we weren't even dating! I was just fucking pissed. I know, at some point, she texted him. He seemed so blah about it, so detached, so uncaring.

We were then in the living room. I was sitting on the couch as he got some things together. I was fuming, and yelling, and all that good, angry stuff; one thing I said was
"Leave. Leave, and don't you dare come back until you're single!"
When I said this, I thought that I may never see him again. That made me sad, but my anger was stronger at this point.
I then noticed there was a baggie of weed on the coffee table. At that moment, I noticed Jake started to sniff around like a dog. He said
"I'm looking for the weed."
He then saw it on the coffee table, and started to take it. I broke from my anger for a second and said, calmly,
"Do you mind if I take a little?"
He said
"Sure. I'll give you some for the road."
He pulled out a small piece and gave it to me. I was surprised; I thought he was going to outright deny me after my show of anger. Then again, he didn't seem to be phased by it at all.

The girl then came back to pick Jake up. I think she called or texted him to tell him she was there. He left through the front door, but then, was back in the living room. He said
"She was mad that you have a Wii and you didn't invite her to play."
Wut. I mean, did she really expect me to? After how pissed I got, all she could say was she was mad because I didn't invite her to play the Wii? I know I said something to Jake about that, but I don't remember exactly what.

A lady who was at a party earlier in another dream is suddenly snooping around the apartment I'm temporarily staying in. She doesn't know me too well and thinks I'm a child so when my dad leaves the place, she comes snooping in and tries to go through his files. I approach her and close the folder she's going through and asks her what's the matter. She's sort of taken aback and after realizing she can't get away with this she says the suspicions about my father are back. She invented some tale about his time in an institution 3 years ago and how he had fits of uncontrollable laughter. Then another tale about how he's a potential murder suspect of a girl and boy.

The dream shifted and I'm living the story of him murdering the 18 year old girl and boy. The girl is blonde and the boy has brown hair. They're strapping something to a horse or pony. My dad comes out of the cabin beside them and is young Harrison Ford (think of the first indiana jones). It's raining outside and inside the cabin. He offers some sort of help. I imagine he's going to try and rape the girl since he's been single for years. I don't remember exactly what happens but I think he kills them. As soon as he starts grinning that Harrison Ford grin of satisfaction, something bumps into the cabin door in front of him. Lightening flashes a mutilated body/face with empty eye sockets of a woman with tangled brown hair is momentarily visible. It's the tormented soul of his ex wife who he apparently murdered in the dream? Looks like the seductive brunette in Eraserhead.

Dream shifts but still relevant.

Fam (no one is divorced now or murdered) was moving back into our first house that's now currently run over by Mexican gangs and shit. The outside of the house was a light turquoise but it actually looked okay. We had parked about 3 cars in the driveway since the whole fam was there. Some of my dad's friends are over playing catch with two dogs and smoking cigars and drinking beers. The house is way too small for all of us as we've grown up, but we're moving back in for the time being. I head inside and ask for my father. My mom mentions he's acting strange and won't budge from his room. I open the door to his room and he's doing t'ai chi beside his bed in the dark (his walls and bedspread are teal). I tell him I know his "secret" and that coaxes him out of his bedroom. I end up getting him to follow me to the street outside our house to look at this glorious river that had formed when they cleared out a Dead End road and joined it to a new town. The water was ridiculously, vivid blue.

09.26.2012

Lucid Public Restroom Fellatio and Breast-play (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can't barely contain myself............I had to delete my previous reaction because I'm so PUMPED.

And yay me for the somewhat decent recall too, this is definitely a huge boost, considering I have a History Exam coming up....at least this will make it more tolerable.

I get up from my bed, and somehow, I do a reality check instinctively. I had a feeling the dream environment would be bright and sunny. Inside of my bedroom, even though I didn't pay too much attention to the details in it, I realized it's a bit brighter than usual without any kind of artificial light source.

I believe I checked my alarm after "waking up" to it in the dream, and I think it was around 7:00 AM at the time, but again, I didn't pay too much attention to it. I slowly walk out of the door from my bedroom, and I'm now going through the small hallway of the kitchen.

I didn't even bother switching the lights on, since I'm already lucid, but I could tell from peripheral vision, my subconscious does an amazing job of replicating my whole apartment. As I'm slowly walking in my apartment still, I made sure to touch my body as much as possible, and I felt my chest, my stomach, and some of my legs as well.

The vividness of the dream, it was just like waking life, but even better. More crisp, detailed, and still even had somewhat of a high-end graphics game to it as well. I touch my body some more, and told myself,

"I will have a long and stable lucid dream."

"I will have a long and stable lucid dream."

Just like that.....I told myself that, and then I wanted to touch the wall to the left of me for more stability and getting the realism in. I could feel the small bumps on it, and it felt smooth just like the wall in waking life, oh and it had the white color to it as well. I saw small highlights hitting the wall as well from the window in front of me emitting the light.

The dark sky blue curtain I usually have up in waking life to conceal the insides of the apartment more was there as well. It's glowing, to some extent, from the daylight hitting through the slightly opened blinds, and then through the curtains.

I even told myself a few times at some point that I'm going to wake up, NOPE, NO STOPPING ME NOW!!!!!!!!! I immediately eradicated that thought, and then to my right, I noticed my bicycle is on top of the round table.

Yeah, that's definitely abnormal, and the table had a caramel color to it, just like in waking life. The gears on my bicycle, there was a subtle difference compared to the waking life counterpart. The gears in waking life were black and just like any default mountain bicycle with several gears for several levels of speed for the bicycle.

In the dream, it was as if the bicycle was brand spanking new. The gears were light gray, with probably just one gear instead of several, and I probably assumed that because the bicycle was titled diagonally to the right side from my position. To keep augmenting the stability, I decided to feel the bicycle tire on the back.

I moved the rear bicycle tire to rotate anti-clockwise (I think that's just a habit of being left-handed) with my right hand. As I watched it moved, I hover my right hand over the tires, and I gradually descended it until I finally made contact with the tires. I could feel the slight grazing from my palm, and the small grooves of the tires as well.

WOAH. If I wasn't lucid, this would've been an insane false awakening....

I even widened my eyes on how I was able to feel all of this. The bicycle was also purple, and had the light blue oval color with a thin white border around it on one of the horizontal and long supports of the bicycle under the seat. I didn't look too much to see if it had the name of the bicycle though.

I finally shift my focus to the door, and I believe I took my left hand to touch the doorknob. I noticed it was pretty damn close to the waking life counterpart as well. It had a dark gold color that was faded.

There were these small degradations apparent from the doorbell. I don't know if it was an intentional design like the waking life counterpart, but there were small cracked like style to it. The whole doorbell was covered with these randomly curved and jagged lines. I finally turn it, opened the door, and immediately saw the huge level of contrast from my dark apartment and this bright and sunny environment.

I take the time to really absorb in all that's being given to me. It's sort of difficult to describe the dream environment at this time, since it was so bright and sunny, I could only focus on getting my senses adjusted to this new level of stability and vividness.

I couldn't tell I was naked or not, but I assumed I had clothes on the moment I left the apartment. I knew I had to have had an underwear on in the apartment, despite knowing I slept naked in waking life.

After almost zoning out, I get back to focusing on doing something, and I turned around to my left, and I saw a cop vehicle. It was black and white, and had a dark gold symbol between the front and back doors on the right side, and I'm assuming this is the case for the left side that I didn't bother to look at. I get closer to the vehicle, and see there's a police office inside.

He's looks African American, is bald, and he's wearing glasses with a very thin metal frame. He was wearing a Black dress shirt with his badge somewhere on the left or right, and also wore Black long pants as well. I saw the pockets on his shirt as well, and these looked like pockets to store heavier stuff than your usual dress shirt pocket.

I open the door and sit next to him on the passenger seat. I close the door, and had a small random talk with him.

I didn't waste time and blatantly asked him,

"What do you represent in this dream?"

He then goes on to ramble about some random reason why he exists....he declares something about him being here because I didn't water down something?

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat? I guess you're just a random DC.

The guy was pretty nice, he wasn't threatening or anything like that. So while I decide to just stay in the vehicle with this guy, it seems he's going to get a huge car wash for his vehicle. I quickly looked up, and I saw motors quickly initiating to get ready to scrub the police vehicle. I immediately get out, since I don't want to waste time seeing a car get washed.

After I get out, here's the part that confuses me, maybe it's just a slight fault to my recall here, but I don't know what I did next from him.

But I do know things felt like a dream shift, and I'm still lucid....this whole environment was still bright.

I find something very odd....most of my dreams consisted of some kind of darkness....and the majority of those dreams in darkness were non-lucid. Here I have a lucid where it's completely bright and sunny, and to some extent, even blinding on me being able to pick out key areas of the environment around me.

I wonder.....could it be the day light in the dream that keeps me aware? Hmmm......I wonder....

I'm walking with someone who is on my left side. I can't tell who they are at the moment, and it seems we're coming near the end of a driveway and eventually on to the road. But instead of actually crossing it, I go back along with this person I'm with that I'm not even bothering to turn my face to, and I asked them,

"Do you think I can teleport to Alyzarin? (I said her real name)"

The voice sounds like a female....and now that I think about it more, I slowly shifted my eyes to the left side, and saw a female body, but I didn't look up as yet to see the head just yet. The person who's visage I can't identify as yet is wearing a Pastel green long sleeved jacket that had the material of a long-sleeved dress shirt....I hope that description makes sense.

It seemed they wore skinny jeans, and I believe they probably had a red shirt underneath the dress shirt type of jacket. As I'm moving my head up to see how they look like, it's really hard to tell if she's a blonde girl, or if she looked like a girl named Sarah B. that I used to know for History class.

It's hard to tell if I would have another dream shift with another girl, but for now, for this moment, I'll just put in what I remember at the time.

The girl that I can't identify responds to me in a passive but confident manner,

"No, you can't do that."

I felt slightly disappointed in myself that I couldn't teleport to attempt to find Alyzarin, and I didn't bother asking the female any more questions on other ways to find her.

Now comes the gap in recall here...ugh, I need to work on that.....actually no, I'm just going to let it come naturally...

The dream shifts again, and now I'm with a girl that looks a lot like Sarah B. (I'm using that because I met way too many Sarah's in my life).

It seems Sarah is wearing this weird color that seems to be a mix of dark maroon and brown, it's very hard to describe. I'd said....a really dark brown colored jacket? Underneath that was a light gray sleeveless ruffle blouse of some sort. She wore regular jeans as well, but my recall of how they really looked like is a bit stale, since I was mostly enticed by her face.

She has a very cheerful personality, just like the waking life counterpart, it's like my subconscious collaborated in getting the best aspects of her overall personality.

She was one of the most cheerful females I've met in my life, and was very nice towards me. She's the type of girl who has a lot of friends, probably even to this day, and she was usually the type to jokingly make fun of them.....she was just the cool chick that you just had to love.

She holds my hand.....oh my...

I let her guide me, and then she tells me,

"Let's go to the Women's Restroom....."

I take my hand away from her and stop right there.....

The last time I went inside a Women's Restroom in a lucid dream, I ended up fingering a girl who was peeing....I wonder what's going to happen now with someone I had a slight crush on before in waking life?

I respond,

"But But.....why can't we use the Men's Restroom?"

She responds with,

"Tch," like she was slightly irritated on why I would be concerned on which restroom to go to.

Wooooah, she probably needs to get some action or something....I didn't expect her to express a slight shift in mood.

It was as if she's the embodiment of a YANDERE...woahhhhhhhhhhhhh....oh goodness.......things are going to get EXCIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITING..a dream character who can go slightly psycho on me, but is still mostly romantically attracted to me? I'm GAME.

I stand there for a while, looking back and forth at the Men's and Women's Restroom sign above me, and then peeked at the Women's Restroom for a split second because I didn't want to look like a pervert.

I'm lucid, and I'm still afraid of this? I mean....that makes sense, because a girl I fingered in the bathroom in a lucid that was months ago went bat shit cray the moment I told her to prove she was my dream guide. She does this by making her eyes bigger than they should be, and she just did some weird stuff to wake me up while having her legs wrapped around my waist, and her arms around my neck.

I guess unconsciously, I was afraid of that scenario possibly happening. After a while, and by a while, I just mean a few seconds, I sigh, and then I decided to inside the women's restroom.

As I'm going in, it seems there are Men's Urinals with small stalls splitting between them for privacy. Oh man......this brings back memories from that last lucid I had a long time ago....

Alright, now for the 18+ stuff, you have been warned, and don't get your hopes up too much, it was just mainly just a fellatio and tit-job....but still, it's an amazing experience for me, considering I didn't have to worry about the dream destabilizing.

Sex is SEX....even it's just oral and using another female's body part.

Spoiler for 18+....but I know most of you are going to read this anyway..:

Sarah B. is already sitting on the urinal....and it seems she's looking the other way and not paying attention to me. I could tell she's doing this on purpose to lure me. She's also completely naked.

Her tits were amazing, they were way bigger than they were in waking life, I'd say they were double D tits. Her nipples were dark brown as well. As I'm getting closer to her, I noticed that there's an African American woman to the right of Sarah on a separate stall.

She was naked as well, and she somehow managed to curl up her whole body to literally be inside the Urinal. She has her whole body confined in a tight spot, and she has her arms wrapping around her knees as well, exposing her vagina.

I could sense her shivering....she felt really scared, but I didn't feel the need to try and be empathetic towards this female. She also had long dark brown hair as well, and as for her visage, it wasn't really appealing to me at all.

I'm sorry, maybe I'm being too cruel, but since she's already naked, and in a position where she openly has her cunt like that, I wondered if she was just a sex object or something. I didn't do anything with her, I was only looking at her, and only spent a few seconds feeling sorry for her.

It felt kind of awkward having the lady to the right draining my chance to get some action from Sarah B., so I think my subconscious conveniently extends the borders of the already thin and small bathroom stalls. Sarah B. is sitting on the toilet now instead of a Urinal, and the dark skinned women who was ruining my mood with her depressing energy was completely blocked off.

Now that I have Sarah B. all to myself, I noticed she already took my pants off, but not all the way, just enough to where it's hanging near the bottom of my rear. She takes my penis out, and she slowly sucks on it.

The feeling, it's hard to distinguish how it felt like, at some moments, I didn't feel anything, and then for other moments, I felt the suction from her mouth.

However, despite all of this, the fact that we're doing it in a public restroom where someone could come in and see me getting oral sex was exhilarating...and I purposefully left the new extended bathroom stall for the toilets opened a bit. I didn't care who came in, all I wanted to focus on was Sarah B., the girl who invariably was so nice to me in waking life is giving me fellatio...

Even though I couldn't get the feelings of the skin contact down, just being with someone who is openly sexual towards me in a lucid dream was enough to get my going. I looked back to see if anyone came inside the bathroom (not came as in sexual came, came as in coming in...ugh, it's hard with these puns looool).

After a while, Sarah B. starts to use her tits and sandwiches my dick and slowly moves her tits up and down. I felt some kind of sensation, but it all happened so quickly that I just couldn't get the feeling down right. After a while, Sarah B. takes a break, and she's squatting down on the toilet seat.

No, she's not doing anything....nothing weird here...Anyway, I continue to gaze at her naked body, and her breasts suddenly became enticing all over again. I get my hands and started to gently stroke and massage her tits. They felt so smooth and soft.

Sarah asks me,

"Brandon??? What are you doing???" while she's smiling at me....yes...yes...keep up that hard as nails personality and then go back to being sexually attracted to me....dear goodness....

AFJSDAKJSDAFJ this is waaaaaay too awesome....

She does another "Tch" sound, which turns me on because as much as she's trying to be tough, she's still being passive and allowing her body to be used like this. I decided to lower myself down and suck on her nipples.

Once I had a good hold on her nipples with my mouth, I rolled my tongue in a circular motion, feeling the grooves and creases of her erect right nipple. My warm tongue was thawing out her cold nipples, and I kept hearing the large sucking sounds I made from it. I continued groping her tits and sucking her nipples until some people start to come in.

If you get confused....just read what's under the damn spoiler.

I get distracted, and there's a random group of men that come in. I can't tell all of their facial composition, and there's maybe like 2-3 of them overall, one I know being a big and muscular Black male. He declares to me,

"Let's trade women!"

I get pissed, I immediately grabbed Sarah B's naked body and said,

"NO! SHE'S MINE!"

I quickly dash out of the restroom, and then all of a sudden, there's random shooting, and I'm even hearing machine guns....

LOLLL HOLY...RUN LINK RUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

I still have a good hold on Sarah B in my arms, and I eventually reached back to my apartment again and quickly shut down the door. I looked outside at the window and saw an old man get shot by this unknown force of entities I didn't even see as yet. I honestly think the shooting was just added there for the lulz or something.

I was worried if the old man was dead or not, and by looking at him, he was a really short man lying down on the grass. I'd say he's probably 3-4 feet tall, he has a big head.

He looks exactly like the Sturgeon from Windwaker, except he was wearing a white outfit, and a red-pink-ish band around his waist, and his skin was tanned.

I opened the door after the gunfire ceased, and asked the old man,

"Hey, are you okay?"

The man wiggles his nose, and he gets up immediately and I let him inside of my apartment.

After the fiasco really calms down, NOW I START THINKING of the consequences of receiving fellatio and a tit-job from Sarah B....

LOL, despite my lucidity, I'm STILL concerned, it's like my mind was so focused on getting away from the gunfire that the after effect made me dumb down a bit...I started thinking,

"Shit...what if she has an STD?" I started to pace myself back and forth near my apartment while Sarah B. is probably sitting down on a chair next to the same round caramel table I mentioned that is in my apartment in waking and dreaming life.

After worrying about the matter even more, I then have another dream shift where I see the alarm clock time for 7:54 AM. I'm back inside of my dark bedroom, and the alarm clock is just sitting there, glowing the time in red light.

I can't remember much after that, but when I woke up, I felt these rushed emotions tingly and surging through my head and most of my spine.

Wow...this dream took me quite a while to type....man...I need to type faster! I have 35 minutes or so to get to my class, and I'll probably have to eat a banana after I'm done with brushing my teeth and all.....

FAST MODE ACTIVATE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Last night I had a vivid dream that I was at the beach with some old coworkers from a year ago. There was some kind of ball game going on at the beach as well. Suddenly the tide was coming in and everyone headed into the restaurant which was conveniently located on the beach. I stayed behind and the scene turned into one gigantic 100 foot pool filled with ocean. I was at the edge on a small metal ladder climbing out. The ladder didnt' reach all the way to the bottom so basically if I fell in I could easily drown. The ladder was also very slippery so once I made it up it felt like an accomplishment. For some reason I kept putting myself in the same position and climbing back down the ladder only to seem like what was risking my life to climb back up it again. Finally I made it inside with the rest of my coworkers and began talking about my disease to someone I used to work with. I remember her saying "let's change the subject" as if she didn't want to hear about it anymore. This bothered me.

In another part of my dream I was in a clothing store that I really like and ran into someone I apparently knew. I could not recognize her for the life of me. She seemed offended and I later figured out who she was. She was another person I used to work with. It was odd because I really didn't recognize her in that stage of the dream, I only recognized her much later in the dream when she revealed her name.

Well last nights wasn't very much, I was in a huge rush getting my appendix out before I went to work apparently, and well my wife decided that she would just do it for me. I was done and ready for work within like 10 minutes of her starting the surgery somehow.

i drempt that i was putting on a play at st dunstans and it was all with old friends from st dudnstansss. it wa supposed to be about like les iserables but it clearly wasnt as there were vietnamese characters and other stuff goin on. i direected the play but lots of other people were in it and didnt remmber there lines and fucked it up. i went home for a sec went back to their school and cudnt decide what i was good at

First lucid dream

at first I was in a huge dream but I remember only bits and parts

me and my dad were flying in a plane because I think there was a zombie acoplypse we landed in this kind of abandoned park and thats all I remember

then I went back to sleep and had my first lucid dream

i was in my old house laundry but it was kind of messed up my sister was there and for skme weird reason I just knew i was dreaming I didnt have to do any RC it was beyind weird I looked at my self I could see my body so I lokked around the laundry then I thaught of doing something I tried to but i couldnt do it so I rembered that you have to beleive it for a reason so I looked around for a vial but woked up before I found one


then I went to sleep again and had a dream that i was this kind of soldeir but thats all i can rember

ih well at least it was my first lucid

I just woke up from having a nap, and I vividly remember some parts of the dream I had. The most confusing for me was that I dreamed a man wanted to rape me... but I ended up being willing and enjoying it and lying to my fiance about it by telling him I was raped. The man was very good looking, not violent or sadistic and was quite well endowed. I'm not sure what all of this means in the least, I just wanted to get it down before the memory dissipated.

For now, my only idea is that maybe it is representing the things I am missing in my life?

Alright, trying to get back in the flow of writing my dreams, I realize I mised these two in my previous post.

9/17: 4 dreams

Even though there was 4 dreams, I only recall one. Me and my bro were on the side of a highway, about 40 feet away from it, shooting cars. I remember holding this real nice sniper rifle with a scope on the top, shooting at cars/trucks passing by, listening to the sound of the bullet bouncing off the trailers. There was another dream that had the same thing go on, but with a different weapon I think, and the other two dreams were probably also variants of the dream.

9/19: Volcano dream

I don't remember as much about this one as I did the day it happened.
I remember mom wasn't home, and it was bedtime. The house was kind of warm, but I shrugged it off, and went to bed. When I woke up, a volcano had gone off in the night(probably before I went to bed, or right as I was going to bed), so there was just ashes everywhere, and things burning. I remember just looking out and seeing a mountain nearby our home covered in ashes. It was near winter time in my dream, and I remember thinking "I know those are ashes, not snow." I saw a tree in our yard, looking at where the branches connect to the center of the tree: They were burning orange, as if they were about to fall off from the heat. I woke everyone up, and we evacuated. My parents stopped to talk to some guy who was also evacuating, and he says it is unimaginable for a volcano to be going off. I looked up and there was two giant logs as a structure above us. They were burning at the center weakpoint as well, and I walked off not wanting to be crushed if they fell. I looked around at buildings just observing the horror that was happening. There was a building kind of like the space needle with lava oozing out the top. The dream ended with us returning to our home, safe, as the volcano was contained, and the lava didn't overtake our house.

Non Lucid.

I'm afraid of telling anyone the details of this dream because people might think I'm going psycho. It's "not normal" for a teenage girl to have such dreams.

This I had Sunday night, school's the next day. I have been drawing people mutilating themselves in various ways. Normally I don't draw such things, but right now I am in a bit of a depression. I need some kind of relief.

This is one of the dreams I have where I am not in my own body. I don't know anyone in it. I can't remember a lot of the thoughts I had.

I was in the body of a very fit man in a chalk-striped dark blue suit. There was some part of me viewing his mind objectively, though I still initiated some action. In some parts he and I were of the same mindset.

We went to either a terrace of a big business building or a gas station though I didn't see any pumps. It was night and there were lights on the covering of the white triangular roof. Then I saw a gray-blue garbage can in front of one of those convenience store doors on the only far wall (gray/beige) to the left and then a little boy standing next to the garbage can. He had on a dark gray short-sleeve T-shirt with black lining the collar and cuffs. I cannot remember his bottom-half. Inside the door it was quite bright (sort of a white light, I couldn't see much).

I don't know exactly how but I killed him, his head was hanging cleanly off his neck to the left but he was standing quite upright. He had black hair and looked like that kid Asa Butterfield. Before I killed him I had a vague feeling of frustration and surprise. There was not much blood.

Then a white woman (maybe in her late 20s, early 30s) with long blonde hair in a light top and blue jeans ran up to the boy and started speaking animatedly to him. I walked away. I thought, I have to go somewhere else, then I spotted a black car pulling up (maybe a Lincoln). Before getting in I turned to look and the boy was alive again. The woman was pulling him to a red car beside a gas pump, it looked like he was trying to resist. Like there was an invisible pole and he was hanging onto it with his limbs splayed out. They looked more child-like when I killed him. Now they looked spidery and thin, stretched. He was yelling out something, he sounded panicked, I couldn't get any actual words. Then I turned around and woke up, hot and sweating.

RM

Non lucid. Lots of clues but I didn't pick up on them. Trying to text but keypad wouldn't work and kept changing the text. My friend Josh was on Dexter.

Brief lucidity. At a warehouse with friends - Shane from high school. Something seemed off (can't remember what) did reality check with hands and realized I was dreaming. Started pushing my body through walls. Conjure JC - took forever, but eventually worked - sort of. Concert - guest list - more high school friends. Lost lucidity, but the dream continued.