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One of the longest dreams I've ever had, that's for sure... It started out in what was apparently my house, even though it looked nothing like my house. My mom said that we were going to go to the local restaurant down the street. But when my dad showed up from work, a thunderstorm started. From this point on for a while, the dream just involved me getting ready to go. I was looking all around the house for my usual things, like my watch and my headphones. Next part of the dream was that I was in some sort of... Just... Weird place... Hard to describe. But I was getting chased by some people. Except that I was pretty much un-catchable. Next thing I know, I'm some kind of secret agent in my school. There's one specific person I'm looking for. He's standing outside of a computer lab in the hallway. I walk up to him and I beat him up I guess. So then I go into the computer lab and there's a class in there. One of his friends asks "Where's *Name*?" (I obviously don't remember the dudes name) And I respond with something like "I don't know..." All of these students were people who I don't know. There was only one person who I saw that I know. Then, the room seemed to be literally flooding with students, all starting from one corner. I remember shouting something, but I don't remember what exactly it was. There's a bit more to this dream, but I don't remember it. I got to the computer as quickly as I could tho...
But yeah... Pretty weird dream...

I've decided to journal up all of my past lucid dreams before moving into the "present day". I definitely want to record all lucid dreams here. I hope that I stick with recording non-lucids as well but my primary DJ is pen-and-paper. We'll see how it goes.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid Kitchen Aggression (April 24th, 2012)

I'm in a false awakening, walking downstairs in my own home. I'm nearing the bottom of the stairs when I suddenly realize that the alarm is on and that I'm going to set off the motion detector if I don't stop. The worry seems to focus my mind. I look into the kitchen and see that the breakfast table has been moved several feet to the right. It suddenly occurs to me that I am dreaming.

Giddy at my own clarity of mind, I run into the kitchen, looking around for something "cool" to do. Even though I'm ostensibly a fully grown man, the only thing I want to do is wreck my kitchen with magical powers. I raise my hands from my sides, willing the kitchen island to pull out of the floor. It groans for a moment then gives a loud crack as it wrenches out of the floor. I float it around the room for a couple of seconds before excitement overtakes me. The dream scene goes to milky gray and I'm awake almost immediately.

My heart is pounding with excitement and I have trouble getting back to sleep. I know I'm hooked... and so it begins.

Walking Through Town
I'm walking down Salem St. toward Medford Square. There is a quadriplegic sitting/lying on a bench on the sidewalk. Several other people I pass seem to have physical or mental problems of their own. As I near the four-way intersection I can hear several kids running aimlessly across the street in my direction. "Filio! Filio!" they call out, trying to get my attention, but I know not to give it to them since they're just going to try to pickpocket me. The kids' parents call after them sluggishly, telling them to slow down, and as I keep walking I am very aware of my wallet in my front pants pocket.

I turn the corner and... something about wanting to go to the movies. There's a line of people standing a little ways down the sidewalk from me, and I can hear whispering. As I walk to where I think the theater is, a strange thing happens: every time I stop, thinking I've arrived, I'm actually standing in front of a small decrepit shop with a hole in the wall where the proprietor, an older black woman, looks out. She shushes me and tells me as quietly as possible that the theater is actually further down the road (with the implication that it *used* to be where I'm standing but something happened to change things). This odd sequence of events happens four or five times. By the time I actually get to the theater, which I think is called the Showbug?, I have lost all desire to see a movie and just want to get out of here.

Cinnamon Sticks
In the kitchen. A. is taking a shower, and he's taking forever, so I decide to have a bowl of cereal while I wait for my turn in the bathroom. Something is wrong with the cereal because the milk gets all sludgy and brown, but this doesn't bother me. What *does* bother me is that while I eat, I keep finding these long, hard black bars in the cereal that look like plastic (but I think to myself that they're cinnamon). Somehow I keep finding these "cinnamon" sticks, even though each time I fish one out of the bowl it looks like I've gotten all of them. I find four or five at least.

Once A. is done with the shower he goes into his room (which is across from mine, for some reason) and tells me to come in so he can show me something. He shows me a very primitive DOS-era computer game with bleepy PC speaker music apparently done by Masashi Hamauzu. The music is very simple and repetitive, and really annoying; the game itself doesn't even look finished (graphics don't seem like they're all there) and I'm not sure how A. is managing to play it in its current state. I'm starting to get annoyed because I know I'm going to be late for work.

I can remember four dreams from last night. In the first, I was at a summer camp. It was just a day camp. I'm not sure what kind of summer camp it was, but it was indoors, in a building that looked kind of like my basement. There were a bunch of other kids and teenagers there. I recognized three people from last year - Zelda, a girl with copper-coloured skin and dark, wavy hair, and a girl and a boy whose names I couldn't remember. Zelda was wearing a yellow dress and had her hair, which fell almost to her shoulders, partially pulled back into a ponytail. She was pretty.

Anyway, the group split into two. One group went upstairs, and the other stayed downstairs. I stayed downstairs, but the people I knew went upstairs. Soon, though, I found out that I was supposed to be with the other group, so I went back upstairs to find them.

After a while, we went back downstairs into a dining area. We were seated at tables. Each person was supposed to have a "date". I hadn't known that, but I assumed my date was going to arrive anyway, even though I had no clue who my date actually was. Someone else came to my table (each table could seat, like, six people, I think), also waiting for their date.

Someone came over and handed me a piece of paper with everyone's names on it, so I could choose who I wanted as my date. I checked off the box next to the name of the boy that I knew (I can't remember his name, though). Instead of him, though, four other boys came over.

I don't remember the exact transition, but we somehow ended up on a bus, where the boys were bullying us. I figured it wasn't really a big deal, though, since I know taekwondo and felt confident I could defend myself if necessary.

In my second dream last night, I was playing Petz 5, but it was nothing like Petz 5. It didn't even have any pets in it. I was scrolling through a list of minigames. In the thumbnail image for one of them, I noticed Deku Link (from Majora's Mask). I accidentally clicked on that game. It was like a platformer, except it scrolled down (and the scrolling was automatic, so you couldn't go too fast, or else you'd fall off the bottom of the screen). Before long, I'd fallen off the bottom of the screen. Instead of restarting the level, going to a "Game Over" screen, or anything else logical, it cut to a different scene (which looked like it was from a COMPLETELY different minigame, probably the next one) in a saloon.

That's when I got that sudden "click" to lucidity.

"This isn't Petz 5, is it?" I said, not exactly asking a question but, rather, declaring it out loud.

"Nope," my brother answered. It turned out he had been behind me. We were in my parents' room, he was on the bed, and the "computer screen" was just projected onto the wall.

Even though I was already certain I was dreaming, I did the hand RC just to double-check. Six fingers. Yep, I was dreaming.

My brother said something about having been up at three in the morning to get on the bus (presumably, to the summer camp from the previous dream, even though he wasn't in that dream). I corrected him, telling him we got on the bus at seven and that I would know because I was there.

I was still lucid, but I think the dream was trying to go back on autopilot, since arguing with my brother was apparently more important than any of my LD goals.

I woke up soon after. I felt awake and fairly refreshed, even though it was still dark out, so I think that must have been the end of an REM cycle that woke me up.

I went back to sleep and had a dream which fits neatly between the other two. This time, I was on the bus back from camp. The bus had one backwards-facing seat, so I decided to sit in that one. The bus stopped in a parking lot somewhere, where my mom was waiting. I was the only person to get off at that stop. After getting off, I realized I'd left my glasses on the bus, so I ran after the bus (it was already leaving), holding up a sign that said, "You forgot someone!"

The bus stopped and let me back on. I boarded the bus, took my glasses, and left.

I had one final dream last night. I was playing Wind Waker (I think) and came across an enemy that I think was either a Darknut or an Iron Knuckle (well, one of those things with a heavy suit of armour). When I got close to it, I noticed that it briefly turned red, then blue, then attempted to fire lasers at me. I figured out that red meant deactivated, while blue meant activated.

I started fighting it, but this game had a weird control method. Like a DS game, it was controlled with a stylus. However, I was using a toothbrush (the back of it, not the part with the bristles) as the stylus... and I could somehow reach the screen just fine, even though I was sitting on my bed, and the screen was where my window should be (it was the same size, too.

Anyway, I defeated it, and it turned red. However, it turned blue again shortly after, making me have to fight it again. This kept happening every time I defeated it, except it would only get partially revived most times.

Eventually, the toothbrush got ruined from being used - rather harshly - as a stylus. I came up with a better idea for how to defeat the Darknut. My mom was in the room, so I said to her, "Get me a weapon, but nothing too sharp, so I don't accidentally damage the screen or hurt myself." What I really meant was for her to go to the kitchen and get a knife. For some reason, I thought that would make the Darknut easier to defeat.

Then, I realized that whatever I used as a controller wouldn't matter, since it was the sword I had IN the game that mattered. Realizing that, I figured I could just use my hand, but not as a stylus; the game was apparently motion-controlled now, like a Kinect rather than a DS.

However, I decided that would be a bad idea, since it could reach out of the screen and attack me if I used my hands.

Too lazy to write it out:

Destery
TV room
Pizza sprinkles
Shower
Time zones
Twitter
Destery's fans

Sigh, another day with no recall and barely any sleep. But I did have something interesting happen as I was falling asleep.

As I was laying there, I suddenly had the memory of a certain feeling, like a dream I can almost remember but not quite get to. I concentrated on that memory, and was able to recreate that feeling for a couple of seconds before I lost it again.

It felt like a state of being other than normal, and I also felt I was intimately familiar with this feeling. It felt like my arms (Not my real ones) were like Gumby's arms. Kind of flat and rectangular. The position of my arms was like somebody in a full body cast. The muscles along my chest and stomach felt like they were flat foam cutouts about an inch and a half thick.

I have no idea what this was, but I knew I had experienced it before. I just couldn't remember when. I thinks this happened because I've been working with awareness/attention, blind spots, and studying how to use them for invisibility ever since I recorded that last dream in my DJ here.

I dreamed that I was walking around in my house. I became lucid. I realized I was dreaming, and I wasn't sure what to do, I don't think I was fully completely lucid, as I did have goals in mind when I became lucid, maybe I just wanted to explore the dream world for a bit. Anyway, I explored the house and I kept saying "I'm a lucid dreaming master!" . I went up to my sister and I explained that it was a dream. I knew she wouldn't understand, or whatever, but I did anyway. lol. then we both flew and practiced flying. C:

[COLOR="royalblue"]Non-Aware (Dream)[/COLOR] - [COLOR="blue"]Partially Aware (Lucid Dream)[/COLOR] - [COLOR="navy"]Fully Aware and Vivid (Astral Projection(OOBE)[/COLOR]

I went to bed early this night, but I didn't do any WILD attempt and I didn't remembered much vivid dreams.

[COLOR="royalblue"]I were in some bicycle marathon with my school and I talked to some classmates and this dream was very long, but not really special. I also remembering watching a youtube video about greek gods and I heard the auditory saying "Each god had it's own section of the elements, like water, mountains, clouds etc.".

I also dreamed that I went home and fell asleep in my bed but in the dream. Then I went back to school and saw that there were only three people there, two girl and one guy. We played some card game and I remember that one of them yelled "COPY!" and I asked them what that meant, and they described it but I couldn't understand it.
I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and I see that I have silver and blonde colored hair o. O

I went out to the group again and see that two of them are making out and I see that the other girl looks sad and lonely.
I take a seat next to her and I notice that she wants me to get closer, she kissed me sensually on the cheek, but when I lean in to kiss her on the mouth she backed away.

Then I woke up 04:17

I some dream where I met a woman who asked me if I could take care of here dog for a few minutes, it was a Labrador. But she never returned so I had to find her house. She said she lived in "Västrahamnen". When I got there I saw an old friend named Jacob and he was there with some girl. He behaved strangely real so I didn't become lucid. [/COLOR]

i was with andrea fusaro at some point, fucken i know haley was there. WEird how i keep having these two girls in my dream. Dream guides please give me more insight on this tonight i am paying attention now thank you. and yea not sure

Dv Chat is still influencing me. I wish I could remember all of this dream but only this fragment remains.
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I recall having a brief DV chat with Artelis, though in thedream the name was confused with the spellings of Artulis, Asensual andAdwellis. I can tell why I was confusing the names and I realize that I need tospend a little less time on DV chat.
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And that’s all I recall from that dream fragment.
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If there's one thing I can do well it's driving. I can even do it while asleep!

I've taken my lucidity to a new level with this dream.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m going through a nearby subdivision on the other side ofthe hill when I hear an approaching siren. The vehicle it’s attached to comesinto view and I see a Life Services truck, a vehicle similar to a largeambulance but designated for pregnant people and the needs of those withbabies. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I know it’s not right and to see such a service and thistriggers lucidity. I know I’m dreaming and though I’m still stuck in my SUV Iat least know how to solve my problem. I first think about how whenever I’mdriving things go wrong in a dream so this time I know I’ll do it right. I grabthe shift knob and put the vehicle in “Reverse”, actually making the effort tolook out the side window and see that I wasn’t going to bump the Life Servicestruck. Control of my driving is now my task.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I spent a few minutes making my reverse attempt having toalternate between reverse and forward as I inched my way out of a tight spotwithout scratching up the side panel or mirror of the other vehicle. I feltlike I was going to lose the task, particularly when I saw the LS-tech staringat me from the lawn of the house he came out of. I actually squinted andsqueezed the shift-knob harder and maintained control of the dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Once I was safely out of the tight spot the guy on thestreet said, “Nice job! You’re better at that than me!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I looked at the man and replied, “Driving is what I do best.”The man tipped his hat at me and I drove off towards a side street, looking fora new route to the big hill that would lead me home. I found the street I waslooking for and drove along the road quickly. At the end of it was the street Ineeded to be on.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Turning left I lost lucidity and suddenly my SUV turned intoa bicycle. I found myself staring at the asphalt below, a grey streak beneathmy feet on the pedals. I pushed harder to gain some speed before climbing thelarge hill, a hill that I haven’t been able to ride straight up since I was ateenager.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Jen was waiting for me at the top of the hill and as I cameup she shouted, “I don’t think you can make it! You better stop!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I wouldn’t listen. I was determined to get home and enjoytime with my family. Instead of pushing to go further up the hill I turnedsideways so I could make a series of switchbacks. Using the principle of alower slope and longer distance to gain elevation I was able to make it up therest of the steep hill without giving up or having to walk my bike.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the top I get a big hug with smiles from Jen. I’m happyto have finished the ride and I know home is just a few houses away. All Iswell.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Again a celebrity appears in my dreams, and this one wants to get me laid.

I actually left a few details out of this one. Some things I just don't feel like posting.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m sitting by a large swimming pool behind an expansivehouse, the kind I would expect to find in Westlake Hills on the west side ofthe city. The pool is well below the level of the house, illuminated bylandscaping lights that shine on the trees and the rock wall behind the poolwhich forms both a barrier and a cascading waterfall. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m opposite the waterfall on a lounge chair. Sitting acrossfrom me is Julie Haggerty from the movie Airplane. She is counseling me on somematter and seems to know that someone at the house has a crush on me. I talk toher and send her to go tell the stranger that I would be glad to meet them andI hope we can have sex. Julie seems eager to assist in getting us together.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I never get to meet the stranger though I do spend a littletime staring at my feet and thinking I should get a pedicure if I’m going toentertain.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And the dream ends.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I can't explain why I would dream of fried chicken. OMG, so much chicken!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m at my dad’s house in California, evident by the spaciousrooms and the moldings along the walls in the living room. Several people arepresent though I do not know all of them. They appear to be friends of my dadand stepmom.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Preparations are being made for a large party to coincidewith a celestial event that will be happening that evening. I don’t know whatit is but the event’s occurrence is so rare that people everywhere willcelebrate, though I feel there is also a hint of danger. I don’t know why Ifeel this as no one ever mentions the potential for doom.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As the party will be quite big with many attendees much foodis needed. Stand-up baking racks fill the dining room, their shelves filledwith sheets of fried-chicken. There is clearly enough food to feed perhaps 75people or more and still the cooking continues. I wander around ready to helpbut no one asks for my assistance. I walk away thinking it might be a good timeto get a shower in.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And the dream ends.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I spent a lot of time in the DV Chat recently. It has influenced my dreams, much the way the forum does. Truly frightening.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in a un-real world, a fantastical setting that couldonly exist in a computer or movie. My viewpoint is that of an aerial cameraover a land devoid of substance. A whitish-blue mist forms the “bottom” of myview and appears to be the only defining feature of this landscape.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Out of the mist rises a platform, a lift about five meterson a side by my guess. The platform is a vehicle for the IRC DV chat and theletters of text pile up on it like stacked blocks. The tower of text isbuilding as it comes closer to my vantage point.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Before the platform can reach me the chat reaches a lull andthe letters begin to collapse as the chat dies following something said by ‘bennerman’,his user-name visible as the last text characters on the top of the pile. Asthe lull lengthens the platform begins to fall, a representation of the dyingchat that any member can cause with one poorly chosen reply.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And the dream ends.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I often dream of celebrities. I can't explain it.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m outside a local school which resembles a nearby juniorhigh. The ground is parched and dry and there is little grass. A lone treestands like a long-dead sentinel watching over a once-lush field. Now the landlooks abandoned and discarded, the hot sun baking any possibility of life outof the setting.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find myself kicking around a football with Vince Vaughn,Angelina Jolie and Kevin Pollak. We seem a lively bunch for this barren areathough it’s clear by how the land is pounded down that children once playedhere. Angelina is laughing vibrantly and Kevin is sporting his usual smile thatalways makes it a little hard to tell if he’s truly having a good time or if hewouldn’t prefer to be watching football with a cold beer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Vince Vaughn stands out from the bunch. He is wearing a blueterri-cloth bathrobe and is talking on a cellphone with little interest for thegame. He proclaims he wants to play with us but every time the ball comes tohim he attempts to absent-mindedly kick the ball, even when it’s not within hisreach. After a couple minutes we all stop and stare at him, slowly approachinghim from three sides and giving him our best sneers. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]All I can do is think that Vince Vaughn is a terriblefootball player and I doubt we will invite him next time.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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