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The first dream was interesting, something i would add to my books.
I saw through the eyes of a tall man, he listened quietly to nearby gossip pertaining to a murder that happened at the local tavern. A man was shot six times, five in the heart and once in between the eyes, each perfect shots. the five bullets went into the same place, and the one in between his eyes was exact in the middle. I don't know who i was seeing through next, but i was cleaning up said murder, the body already gone i was taking care of the blood and helping take away the bullets. which happened to look like my key-chain bullet.
i couldn't remember anything that happened before this dream, i remember vaguely that something happened, but i can't put my finger on it.
The second dream terrified me.
It left me with a scary since of Déjà vu. It felt like i wasn't dreaming at all. I was resting peacefully when i felt something, laggy from sleep i didn't move, i just listened. Suddenly, something made a noise and it moved across my shoulders like some creature. I was so scared i couldn't move out of fear. all i could think of was the snacking sound it made, like something eating the air. I attempted to move, my legs wouldn't and one arm was under my chest. my heart was beating in my throat out of fear. My shoulders were under the creature as the snacking sound continued, only my right arm could move. I slowly moved for what seemed minutes out of agony and fear. I distracted myself briefly with the gun scene and the six bullets, and that it would be great for a moment in my book. I felt a wool like fabric and then soft skin. I reached for what i touched out of a sudden burst of anger, it was gone.
Unsure if i was dreaming or not i looked around my room, nothing was out of place. Not wanting to see if the creature was still around before i attempted to sleep again i hunted for it. My heart beat constantly through my chest. Satisfied that it wasn't there and it was just a dream i laid back down. unable to sleep i wrote this down in my Dream Book. Then out of annoyance i went online hoping someone could tell me what this is. I decided to call the creature a Bed Bug.

01/09/2012
Dream Fragment One
I was boarding a train, but I can't remember where I was supposed to be going. What I did come to find out was that I'd gotten onto the wrong, and the one I was on was heading 'non-stopped' to Australia (which made perfect sense. ). I began to panic a bit, thinking that I was going to be stuck on this train for God knows how long. But, not too far from where we'd boarded, we came to another station, where I was able to hop onto a different train and head back the other way. For some reason (probably because I didn't have a ticket for this new train), I had to share an 'undercarriage' beneath the train - which had about as much room as the space beneath an 18-wheeler's trailer. There were a few other people down there, and we were holding on for dear life, to the small planks that separated us from the train tracks which were whizzing by, beneath us. With the way we had to hold onto the planks, I kept getting nervous that my fingers were going to get caught in the wheels and severed.

Dream Two
"Two Left Feet"

I remember being in an apartment complex type of setting. There were a few women there, who were around my age, and a couple of little kids that were running around the area. I was having a lot of fun, playing with the kids, and this one girl - in particular - was really checking me out. She seemed to be watching how I interacted with the kids, and by the huge smile on her face, I could see that she approved. Later, I was at a nightclub and saw her in the crowd. When she noticed me, she grabbed my hand and dragged me to the dancefloor, just as "Ice Ice Baby" came on. We just laughed at how corny the song selection was and danced to it, anyway.

While we were dancing, I kept having problems because it seemed like random things were just cluttering up the dancefloor, and I kept stepping on them. First it was a broom, that had hap-hazzardly made its way onto the floor. Then, once I was able to navigate clumsily around that, I somehow got my foot stuck into a pillow case. What had once been an attempt to dance now simply turned into me trying to get the damned pillowcase off of my foot, to no avail.

01/10/2012
"Illusionista"

There was a crazy alien invasion scenario going on. (Unfortunately, I lost most of the details of the dream.) It was all very intense, and dramatic, with lots of emotional moments between myself and my friends and family. I don't remember too much about the nature of the aliens, themselves, aside from their larval form; they were these small, centipede-like bugs that would burrow into our skin, wherein they would multiply and eventually take over the person's mind, which them became the 'host'. There was an extremely horrific scene in which some of us - myself included - were forced to take knives to our own bodies and cut these parasites out of our flesh (much like in the movie The Ruins), to keep from becoming completely controlled.

Sometime later, I also remember an extremely emotional moment, when I was with my mom, and we were trying to get out of town as the aliens were destroying everything. We were looking back toward the city, and watching an enormous mushroom cloud swell up from where we'd once called home. My mom was sobbing at all we'd lost, and I was trying to console her.

Later, still, we'd come to find out that the entire scenario was an illusion. It was forced upon us by some crazy powerful witch, or something. I can't remember how we'd done it, but we were able to defeat her, and got her locked up in an asylum for the criminally insane. She was being wheeled away on a gurney, and, once she got passed a certain point - and deeper within the bowels of the asylum, she broke free and tried to launch some sort of counter-attack from the inside. She transformed, showing us her true figure, which was human from the torso up, but had the enormous abdomen of an insect. We'd gotten into a final battle, down in a dungeon-esque corner of the building, and were able to inject her with something from a syringe, which made her inhuman abdomen swell up even bigger than it was. Inevitably, it burst, splattering a thick, translucent liquid all over us and the room. After that, though she was still alive, the witch was apparently unable to continue her fight.

12/27/2011
Fragment One
There was a huge war going on between the Autobots and Decepticons. I was Optimus Prime, and just going around and completely destroying all of the Decepticons in my path; ripping them apart with my blades and cannons. At one point, I was having an argument with one of the other Autobots about whether we should drive into battle, in our vehicle forms, or just run in on our robot legs.

Dream Two:
"Beachside"

A had a white horse, which I was riding up and down Daytona Beach. After a while, I had gone into one of the larger hotels and was riding the horse all through the building, while people tried to dodge out of our path. At one point, I remember dismounting the horse and was petting it, then it dropped down onto its back and 'offered' its stomach to me, like a dog waiting to have his belly rubbed, which I did.

Later, back out on the beach, I was 'bodysurfing' on some of the waves. I remember catching one that seemed endless, and pushed me back toward the shore, for what seemed like a half mile. I achieved a very low level of lucidity around here, and I began to wonder if being out in the ocean was going to make my subconscious manifest any nightmare creatures. I kept bodysurfing, but was getting increasingly worried about that, so I ended up making my way back to dry land. While walking around the beach, I spotted a gorgeous girl, sitting on a wooden deck about 20 yards from me. Having thought back to the conversation I'd been having the other day about using lucid dreaming as an arena to practice social activity, I began making my way across the sand, to talk to this girl, which isn't usually something I'd just up and do. The walk in her direction seemed to take forever. In fact, it seem that, the more I walked, the more I was just really not getting anywhere. It was like the ground was stretching as I was walking across it.

I don't actually remember making it over to her, before waking up.

12/30/2011
Fragment
I was with a group of people that were breaking into someone's house. (I believe I was younger, in this dream.) There was really no reason we were breaking in. It was just an empty house, at the time. Later, the owner of the house - who was supposed to be gone longer than he was - came home. We all tried to bolt, but some of us couldn't get out fo the house in time, and had to hide. One kid was caught, and was getting interrogated by the house owner, so he ended up telling where some of the rest of us were hiding. Just I was about to be discovered I became lucid. Knowing it was just a dream, I decided to save the guy the trouble of coming to look for me, and I just walked out of my hiding spot to give him an explanation of what was going on.

That's all I remember.

01/03/2012
"ET Eviction"

I was practically at War with this little, red, alien thing that had found its way into my house. It was a thin little red tube of something - kind of like a parasitic worm or something - that was really thin and about 8 inches long. On top of that, it could stretch to a much greater length and had a tooth-filled mouth on one end. With its malleable, stretchable body, this thing could fit through the smallest cracks and hold onto most surfaces, no matter how hard I pulled on it, because all it would do is stretch like elastic. Sometimes, I would try to shove it out a door, and then it would squeeze itself back in through the cracks in the doorframe. Or, if it was holding onto something and refusing to budge, I would pull and pull - stretching it out to about 5 feet or so, and then it would 'snap' back onto my hands and wrap itself around my wrists, like a child holding onto your leg to keep from being made to leave your side. Sometimes, I would get it way out into the field outside my old house, and throw it at the ground, and then I would haul-ass back to my house and try to close the door, only to have it somehow arrive at the same time and we'd continue our struggle again.

Finally, after what seemed like dozens of minutes of work, I was able to get the thing out of the house, again. It was latched onto my wrists and just biting the shit out of my hands. I was trying to take it even further than I had before, but I woke up before I was able to get it unlatched from my hands.

01/04/2012
Fragment
My friend and ex-g/f MJ was telling her present b/f lies about me, to justify our hanging out together. She had been telling them that I was now gay or had HIV or something, in order to convince him that we weren't sleeping together when we were hanging out and he wasn't around (which we haven't been). I'd found out about this, though, and became really upset that she took to lying about it instead of just telling him straight up that I was still her best friend and we will still be hanging out, even though we're both straight (which is the actual situation now). I confronted her about it and she got irrationally crazy about the fact that I was even bringing it up, and she stormed off.

01/05/2012
Fragment
All I can remember is that this was a short fragment about having an extremely badass bicycle, which was something of a cross between a touring bike and a mountain bike. I was riding toward MJ's house, who apparently lived in Longwood, in this dream, though she doesn't in real life. I really don't remember very much at all, though.

01/06/2012
Fragment
I was in an apartment complex and getting attacked by a porcupine. It ran out of the bushes and I got its quills stuck in my foot - straight through my shoes. Dropped to the ground, from the pain, I crawled my way away from this advancing porcupine, dragging myself up the nearby stairs, which the porcupine was not able to climb. Once at the top of the stairway, I began pulling all of these twelve (or so) inch quills out of my feet. It was excruciating. (It was a lot like the old Freddy Kruger dream I'd had, years back, where I was pulling the long nails out of my gums, but this was in my feet.) The last thing I can remember is the few agonizing minutes I had, trying to get the barbs from out of my feet and toes.

Dream Fragment Two
My best friend was leaving for Australia again (which he is), and we just spent the whole dream hanging out with each other and enjoying each other's company before he ships off again.

01/07/2012
Fragment
Getting to 3rd base with TW, an ex-co-worker of mine who extremely attractive. There were a bunch of people in my house, who kept interrupting us, every time things would start to heat up between her and I. One of those people happened to be my baby's momma.

01/09/2012
Fragment
It was the middle of the night, and there were three Hagravens in my house. (Been playing a lot of Skyrim lately.) The only thing I really remember is running into my room and trying to slam the door behind me. The trio got caught in the door frame and I had to keep pushing and slamming my shoulder against the door to beat them back. I was also trying to take care of them as quietly as possible, because my daughter was asleep in the next room and - Hagravens or not - I was really trying not to wake her up. After a short scuffle over the doorway, they were finally able to bust into my room. I woke up as soon as they smashed the dooframe in.

12/14/2011
Fragment
I don't remember much besides making some kind of life or death deal with someone at a fast food drive-thru, driving an old muscle car with a TV in it (watching Deathproof), and demanding that my kid go to bed while she kept pestering me because she wanted to stay up and play Skyrim all night.

12/18/2011
Fragment
I had met a girl who had been severely injured near my home, and I brought her in to try and help nurse her a bit. While we were there, I'd come into contact with some other girl who had recently died and was haunting my house (which wasn't my waking world house, btw). At first, I was the only person who could see the ghost, and I didn't know whether to bring it up or not, but then the other girl started to see the female ghost too. She would show up in mirrors and reflections in windows and whatnot. The girl I was helping began to think she was going insane, even though I told her I could see the ghost as well.

12/20/2011
Fragment One
I was test driving a Dodge Viper on a quarter mile track, and the one thing I really remember is getting down to the end of the track and pulling the e-brake, slinging the back end around in a pretty awesome 180.

Fragment Two
My friend and co-worker MJ stayed at work later than she usually does, and we got to hang out for a little while longer than normal. It was nice.



12/21/2011
Fragment One
Something about using hamsters and weapons. I think it was kind of a Wanted scenario, where we strapped bombs to them or something, in order to use them to infiltrate some sort of facility. I don't really know for certain, though.


Fragment Two
I was apparently living at T's place, and had gotten into some kind of argument with his dad, who was implying that I shouldn't be living with them anymore, and looking for a place to live, myself, instead. Fed up with his words, I decided to pack my crap and leave. I ended up moving into some strange aircraft/helicopter thing with 3 women. It kind of looked like the 'Bunny-faced' mobile suit from the movie Sucker Punch, but with props and more room inside. The last thing I remember is being in the cockpit of this aircraft (which looked like an office interior), and having a conversation with them about something.



12/25/2011
Fragment
I was talking with Auron about the hip hop group Smif 'n Wesson. Of the two group members, he said that Tek sucks, and that he was 'mad at' Steele, for some reason, but I didn't even really know what he meant by that, because he wouldn't explain why. He was also testing out some racing video game, during our conversation, and he was racing a 'ghost car' - which is a phantom car that tracks the best time for the track and saves the data. After some time, though, we'd come to figure out that the 'ghost car' was actually being controlled by the invisible ghost of a young girl, who was sitting in the room with us, manipulating the 2nd player controller.

I don't remember anything else, though.

12/11/2011
Dream Fragment One
I was lucid, from my earliest memory of this dream, riding down the highway in a ridiculously fast sports car. I was in the passenger seat, and my cute Puerto Rican friend AR was sitting on my lap, while her friend was driving. AR and I began to fool around, and slipped one hand down the front of her pants, rubbing her chest with the other, and kissing the side of her neck. We were all just completely having a blast. The more I would massage AR's erogenous zones, the faster her friend would push the car, until the sound of AR's moaning was revving right along with the engine, as was the grinding of her ass against my lap. It was probably one of the most fun lucid moments I've had, and just insanely hot. She'd throw her head back and over my shoulder, every now and then, calling out while her friend would watch us out of the corner of her eye, laughing.

It was amazing. Lol.


Dream Two
"Make-shift Assassin"

I was searching through some house; again, already lucid. Walking into one room, I noticed a vase with a head and face on it. The more I walked passed it, the more that I noticed that the face was apparently alive, and eerily smiling ever wider, as it watched me move across the room. Near the vase was a mirror, which I started into for a while, noticing the way that the furniture in the room had moved, which didn't seem to match what an actual mirror should show.

Eventually, I walked through the mirror and ended up in a different scenario. I was running assassin/theif missions with someone else, and we were both dressed as ninjas. I don't remember much of the transition into the scenario, but I was still lucid and completely enjoying the story, so I continued to play along. We did some amazing parkour across rooftops, and I would occasionally phase through the doors and walls of the buildings. There was one moment I vaguely remember, after I'd lost lucidity, where we'd gone to the house of a particular mark. After spending some time looking through the mark's personal belongings, we were found out, and I was able to escape a second story window before my partner was. While hanging on a ledge, outside of the room, I watched while the mark's posse came in and caught my partner, though I knew that I could not give away my position.

12/12/2011
"Losing My Best Friend"

There was a massive skydive training function / party going on, involving hundreds of people. My very first jump was to be a base jump off of a tall cliff or ledge. Not to prove myself timid, I did a back flip off of the ledge, but what once seemed to be a jump of a few hundred feet turned out to last a fraction of a second, and I couldn't even finish my rotation. It felt like I tried to do a back flip off of a coffee table. Not having nearly enough rotation to complete the flip, I ended up face-planting on the ground - no pain or anything, but it was embarrassing as hell.

After picking myself up, I went around the grounds of this festival and mingled for a bit. A lot of my old friends were there, including my best friend Todd. Soon, my second jump had come up, and Todd and I were now jumping from a plane, simultaneously. In the middle of these festival grounds was a huge cave that went straight down into the Earth. It was basically an enormous hole in the ground, that people were partying around, down below us. (Something like This, but maybe not as sheer on the sides.) Todd and I had no intentions of landing in or around this hole, but we ended up traveling off course and headed in that direction. Unable to avoid it, I crashed against one side of the cylindrical wall, just a few feet from the top, on a ledge just barely big enough to hold me in a standing position. Todd dropped a little further down, and landed on a small protrusion of rock on the opposite side of the expansive cavern, on his stomach, with his head nearly hanging over the edge and facing down into the void.

I barely had three inches to spare, on the tiny ledge that was holding my feet above a deadly fall. The more I tried to climb out, the more the lightly packed wall of earth began to give way in my hands. Looking back across the gap at Todd, I could see that he was having trouble keeping his position, and his body was naturally beginning to slide down closer to the lip of the ledge he was on. His eyes screamed the extreme fear that his mouth would not, and the more he attempted to inch himself away from the ledge, the more the ledge began to give way. I could tell that it wouldn't be long before it completely failed him. I yelled his name, trying as desperately as I could to climb up from off of my ledge. It seemed impossible, though. Every time I tried to climb out, my hold would give way, and I would put myself in danger of falling to my death as well, but I could see that Todd was running out of time.

Finally, the last bit of solid ground he had gave way, and I watched him slide forward, his body diving, head first, off of the tiny ledge, and down into the hole - which might as well have been bottomless, from as far down as I was able to see. I lost sight of him withing just a few moments, but then I heard that horrible Crash from down below. It hit with such force that I knew, instantly, no one could have possibly survived. I think I called out for him one more time, and - not really giving a damn about my own safety anymore - I scrambled up and out of the cave, somehow pulling myself up onto the ledge and level ground, along with the scores of other people who had been watching the whole ordeal.

I ran around the rim of the cavern to where he once was. On the way over, I came across some drunken idiot who was laughing at the situation (while everyone else was quite visibly stunned). For the shortest moment, I almost got into a fight with this jackass. He said that he thought it was funny because Todd was 'just some random dude' and was 'nothing special'. Right. This was not his best friend we were talking about. Fuming, but still overcome with concern, I continued running around to the other side of the hole, knowing in my heart that no one could have survived that fall. Almost to the railing, where everyone else was staring down into the hole, I began pushing my way through the crowd. Suddenly, I was blocked by T's mom (whom I love dearly). She ran toward me, crying her eyes out, and threw her arms around me. She had seen the whole thing from an angle that I had not, and I could tell by her reaction that I had been right, and my best friend in the world was dead.

(This was the absolute worst dream I have had in a very long time. I woke up feeling absolutely horrible. Todd has been in Australia for the past year, and I called him a few times after hearing this dream, just to hear is voice. Wasn't able to get in touch with him until a few days after this dream, though. It was pretty rough. )

12/13/2011
Fragment
All I remember is that I dove into a large, rock-filled lagoon with some friends, and began swimming down into a huge hole (much like the one in the previous dream, but in the water instead of on land). Apparently, we could all breathe underwater, because we just kept swimming further and further down. Eventually, what was a tunnel opened up into a seemingly-boundless cavern of sorts. We began to see lights and over-sized mechanisms like cogs and chains surrounding us. We had swam down into what turned out to be an underwater civilization, reminiscent of what some might depict Atlantis to be - domed buildings and rock-set architecture. Never got a chance to associate with any of the locals, though.

12/10/2011
Dream One
"Bouncer Housed"

I feel that I can only remember a small portion of this dream. There were many occasions where I kept trying to find lucidity, but I would only get to the point of figuring that 'something was strange.' Finally, I was able to levitate some objects (though I can't remember what they were), and convinced myself that I was dreaming. I'd been driving around, at one point, and remember phasing through the roof of a moving car. Most of this was lost in memory, though.

What I remember the most, is one moment when I was apparently in some type of nightclub. I had gotten into an altercation with a bouncer, and we were squaring off against each other. The thing about this bouncer, though, is that he was practically a giant. He stood no less than 9ft tall, and was easily tipping over 500lbs - not your everyday 'tough guy.' I was already lucid at this time, though, and I was just talking all kinds of shit to this guy. I don't remember exactly what I was saying, but I was pretty much just warning the guy not to press his luck, because this was my dream, and it could easily destroy him, if I wanted to. For a few moments, he stood his ground, but after a while, he seemed to just think I was out of my mind for fucking with someone as large as he was. After a short while of barking back and forth at each other, the bouncer finally said something along the lines of: "Dude, you're fucking crazy..." turned around and walked away. It was an obvious gesture of pity, because he figured that he would pummel me into the ground, if he'd allowed himself to lose control. I knew otherwise.

When I looked back at my friends, everyone was staring me in complete awe. They told me that they'd never seen me take on such a challenge, head-on. It was actually kind of shocking. The awkwardness of it felt so real that I began to lose lucidity. I started questioning whether or not this was a dream, and became somewhat startled at the idea that I might have just told that enormous bouncer off, the way I did. (The fact that he was probably 9 ft tall stuck with me as 'something that was strange', but it was no longer something that registered enough to keep my lucidity.)


Dream Fragment Two
All I really remember is something about my dad sleeping on a mattress on the living room floor.


Dream Three
"Gush Hour"

I was on a boat, and there was some kind of battle going on.

I'd been with T, and his Jeep (which apparently had the ability to float in water) was bobbing along behind the stationary vessel - our getaway vehicle. During a scramble, I had safely bailed out of the boat, and crawled back into the floating Jeep. Once inside, I stared anxiously through the windshield, waiting for Todd to emerge so we could get the hell out of there. Instead, there was a large disruption (which might have been an explosion, but I really don't know), and the Jeep was suddenly rocked by a large wave. Not being strapped in, I found myself being tossed around, inside the vehicle, while water poured in from all sides, through the open windows. The Jeep was swept back onto land, though the wave itself never really seemed to end. It was just a continuous surge of water, which pushed the Jeep through the city streets, blanketing the coast and quickly rolling its way into Central Florida. Before I knew it, I was being pushed down State Road 436, which is nearly 50 miles from any coastline, and dead in the center of town.

Inside the Jeep, I was practically drowning. The tidal wave kept the vehicle flipping and rolling through the streets, still dumping water in through the windows, and completely overwhelming me. It was almost completely filled, at this point, and I knew I couldn't take anymore. Somehow, I knew that my family was at a nearby store, and the flood would be pushing me past it, soon. As a last ditch effort - coming up along this familiar intersection - I threw myself at the door and burst out of the Jeep. The water level was just around 3 feet deep now, but it was still pushing the Jeep along the roadway, as if the Jeep was completely weightless in the current. When I spilled out of the doorway, I rolled helplessly on the concrete for a few feet, and lurched to a stop with both hands on the curb, choking and coughing up the water that I'd carried with me, all the way from the Eastern coast.

In a matter of seconds, my mom and a few other family members were at my side, tending to me as I continued to gasp for air. It took me a moment to even acknowledge that they were there, but, in a fit of perfect comedic timing - and between labored breaths - I looked up at my mom and said "...You know it's flooding up there?" and I pointed down the street, from where the ocean had just spit me out into the streets. Everybody laughed.

Yes, some dreams are just like movies. One such dream last night saw an magnitude 8.0 earthquake hit the northeast with my hometown getting the worst. I could feel the gravity shift as this earthquake hit. Norristown Transportation Center Station was more like a movie set of a horror show. With riots, derailed trains, and general chaos. People were being crushed by giant falling structures and out of control trains (very graphically) One man screamed in such blood curdling agony as the last of the out of control trains mowed him down, with a "proper" sound for head crushing pooping noises. It was gross, and unexpected. I nauseatingly inspected for survivors and just felt sick. I sat there for a while and thought what do we do now? A reporter asked me if I thought the north east would be remembered for rebuilding , and I said I hope so. When I woke up, I thought darn, as unsettling as that was, it was entirely entertaining.

dream : comments : lucid

27th of January, 2012

I stayed awake for a while as Nooks prepared to go to work then took a 4mg Galantamind cap and attempted to go back to sleep. I’ve taken Galantamind twice before and it just kept me awake. This time I took it later in the morning (8:30am). It was a struggle, and took me about 40 minutes to get to sleep and I kept having really vivid almost dreams, but once I did finally doze off... Boy.

The dream began as I was driving Nooks’ car. He radio was playing and she had a DVD player on the dashboard that was showing footage taken from the front of the car.
In real life, her radio is broken and I somehow really easily realised that fact and did a RC.

I was in.

I stayed calm and happily drove along for a bit but began to lose the dream so I relaxed and prepared to DEILD.
Which was extremely successful and I found myself back in the car. This time, once I’d stabilised, I put my foot down on the throttle and smashed into a wall just for funsies. As I got out of the car, I noticed the DVD screen was now showing footage of my back. As if the camera was on the side of the seat.

I wondered if my brain could possibly make a real remote-view camera and waved my arms around to see if it was legit, or just emulating what I did. It was actually really effective and I’m still not sure which was the case. More testing to be done next time!

I got out of the car and was at a warehouse of sorts on an empty street. I rubbed my hands along the walls and commanded for increased lucidity, which, I don’t care what anyone says, works a treat.
I looked around, admiring my comfortable lucidity and lay down on the asphalt to stretch my legs out because they felt a bit weird.
For some reason doing that made me aware of my waking legs and I woke up again.

Did another successful DEILD and found myself lying in the same spot later in the evening. (Inception style time-dilation anyone?)
I got up and picked up a large tile to ground myself and was surprised at how real exerting my arm muscles felt. I threw the tile on the ground and eventually found a woman getting into a sports car and asked her where we were. She didn’t seem keen on talking and just got in her car. I wandered around a bit more, kind of bored with my surroundings and then lost the dream again.
I woke up in bed but quickly realised that it was a False Awakening.

As soon as I realised that I woke up for real anyway.

Man, these dreams just aren’t stable at all!

I did another DEILD, this time focussing on running as I went back to sleep. It was an extremely effective method and really helped to feel the dream again. It went rapidly from thinking about running, to sort of feeling running, to fully running in blackness and finally running in a fully formed dream world.

When I stopped, I found myself in a bathroom.

I did a slow little turn around and noticed that the toilet was against the wall facing the cabinet. Completely useless positioning. I laughed at myself and AGAIN started losing the dream so I dove into the ground (a technique I read on here somewhere...) and found myself rolling through blank space. I came to a stop in a ball all caught up in someone’s towel rack in another bathroom. I freed myself from the snare and walked out, ignoring the naked Asian man in the bath.
I found myself in a home office area with warm light coming through the curtains. I briefly woke up again but DEILDed straight back into the same room. This time heavy bass music was playing from the computer and when I turned around there was a couple having sex in a bed.

“Eff this.” I thought, feeling like I was wasting good lucid time, so I went straight to the window and jumped out.

Evidently this house was actually an apartment because I was about 50 meters off the ground.
I looked around and marvelled and the truly surreal but beautiful landscape. It was a suburb in the early evening. Each house was totally unique and some looked like mini-palaces, bulbous Arabian domes adorned the roofs of some. In the distance a giant, grey tornado was raging and I sat in the air and watched that, impressed with my subconscious and how enormous the draw distance was.
Presently, I calmly flew about (unusually easily for me) and noticed a little house.

“That’s the house with the tiny Christmas town.” I thought to myself* and aimed for it.

As I got closer, I began getting too low and just managed to grab the gutter and pull myself up. The roof was quite soft and grass seeds must’ve been lodged in the gaps because the whole roof was covered with a sparse, fine, bright green grass. I jumped off the roof and into the back yard, again reinforcing that this was the Christmas house. I walked into the garage and looked around, only to find a whole buttload of tools and some cluttered workbenches. I started to get upset and closed my eyes, hoping that the town would be there when I opened them but instead an old couple came into the space. I asked them where the town was.

“Here!” they said and pointed to one of the workbenches.
“We’re still building it.” The old lady continued.

I decided I’d gone back in time and arrived before they’d built it so I dejectedly walked out.

“I’ll be back in the future.” I said as the dream began to fade again. I jumped once more through the floor.

Tumbling once again through blackness, I came to a stop on a similar windowsill to the one I’d previously jumped from in the naked Asian's house. I flew back out and saw a very similar suburb. This time I flew over to a highrise building and looked in a window where I saw a bunch of East German looking thugs.

I turned away and, looking down, saw I was at least 300 meters in the air.

“Sweet!” I thought and screamed down to the ground at enormous speed. I landed in a field and felt a bit pissed off at my subconscious for not letting me go to the toy town so I threw my sunglasses (which apparently I’d been wearing) at a bunch of aloe vera like plants.

I couldn’t help notice how warmly the sun bounced off the leaves and the gentle swaying of the green stems in the breeze. I walked past them and, in a huff, ripped one of the leaves off and chomped into it à la Mzzck’s stabilization suggestion.

It was an unreal sensation. Heavily plant flavoured and really juicy and crunchy.
The mass of different experiences thoroughly grounded me in the dream and I decided that if I couldn’t go to Toy Town, I’d sure as hell fuck shit up.

I walked out onto the middle of the nearby road and jumped in front of the nearest car. The green hatchback slammed into my body, barely making me budge but crushing the metal into itself. I smirked and threw the car onto its roof. The woman driving began slowly pulling herself out of the smashed window saying “You can’t do this...” so I punched her in the face.

As the next car approach I jumped to the side and pushed it into the green car sending both of them careening across the bitumen. Another car came, this time swerving around me. As it drove off I turned to it and raised my arms, forcing it telekinetically to flip over into a ditch.

I think I may have been laughing this whole time, but that’s a bit weird so let’s pretend I wasn’t.

A motorbike this time.
The rider veered past me and tried to race off but I again turned and, with a small gesture, sent he and the bike flying into the air. I’ve never had such control over powers in dreams and, though I was having fun, I began to feel a little bad for my DC’s at that point and decided to stop.

I turned back around and saw a woman riding a motorbike toward me. I stopped her and asked her name. She replied some strange sounding name (which I tried really hard to remember but can’t!) and took her helmet off. She was quite pretty and looked Scandinavian, without the mannishness.
I asked her name again and she replied with a completely different one then giggled and tried to make it seem normal by saying “I have two names. They’re both my names.”

I got unreasonably annoyed at this and told her that was stupid and that she couldn’t even make an effort to remember her first name.
I picked her up and lead her to the side of the road and began making out with her.

I noticed a strange juicy fungus growing on the ground and picked that up and took a bite.
“Gross!” she said, but I explained my reasoning and she seemed okay with it.
We kissed a bit more and then I realised that it should definitely have been Nooks, so I looked away and back to find her lying there instead. I lay down and found a little red heart-shaped bean on the ground and bit into it. It was really hard and crunchy.
We kissed some more and then I ate some sand to see what that was like.

It was pretty gross.

Nooks and I got hot and heavy for a while and had some sweet lucid lovin’ before I decidedthat it had gone on long enough and if I didn’t wake up now I’d start forgetting everything.

So with that, I woke up, wishing I’d completed at least one of my goals (I should’ve Fus Ro Dah’d some of those cars, man!) but overjoyed at how successful my lucid had been.


*when we went looking at Christmas lights last year, a house we visited had an amazing town of miniatures set up. The buildings and characters and scenery was so awesome, it re-invigorated me to pursue lucid dreaming with all I had. It's what prompted me to join DreamViews and shrinking myself so as to visit and play around in it remains my driving goal.

This is one of several dreams I had last night. The dreams had a few characters in common, but were totally different. I don't remember the sequence, and I don't remember much about many of them. This is the most coherent one, and the one I remember best.

(BTW, I do recall a bit about my dreams almost every night and wright about them. I just post ones that are exceptionally coherent and recalled.)

Date: 01/27/2012
Dream title: Excursion into the night
Technique: WILD
Result: Fail
Recall: 3/5
Participation: Passive

We're at a log house belonging to a family my family is friends with. It's a house IRL, and it's correct on the inside and outside, but a different family we are just meeting lives there. The rest of my family is apparently here to. The hostess starts preparing some of her homemade soda for an old friend of the family who is there also. Or ham that is, they keep changing. Of course, I'm too thick to notice. I just assume I was mistaken last time I looked. I mean, rootbeer and ham look a lot alike right?

After a bunch of conversation that I don't pay attention to, my family decides to go for a walk before it gets dark, while our old friend stays here to chat and wait for the ham. Oh wait, I guess I didn't see it right. It's ROOT BEER. We go out and at first things are 100% accurate to the country neighborhood this house is in IRL. After a bit though we go past some very odd vents in the ground. After we pass those, it starts getting dark and we try to head back.

It only takes five seconds for everything to get pitch black, which also didn't tip me off. We start running a few seconds prior to the 100% darkness, and end up back at the log house, although it's an obvious dream teleportation now that I think about it. Out old friend is putting the remaining grape so-ahem-ham in the fridge. He compliments the hostess quit a bit. Says it's awesome, even to the point that he'd totally do whatever favours she asked for a month just for 1 bottle. Of ham. she laughs and says she has young boys coming to her house all the time promising to do favours for a week to get 1 bottle.

After that, the dream went on but started to fade and become less intelligible. After a bit everything changes and I'm in a different dream.

Last night was another night with absolutely no recall. I have big plans for tonight, though. Plans to meet up with Nomad and MoSh in a dream, hopefully at least two of us will remember so it can be a confirmed shared dream... and it is about time I had an epic lucid dream! So that is not in question, I will have an epic dream tonight!

I've heard positive thinking helps... so I'm going to try it.

I know that it's the begining of 1900 and we came to the seashore on the train. Splandid view on the sea. But a car jumping in the water and sweaming. I understood that it was imposible in 1900 and understood that its a LD. I went to the cafe and ask the waiter that I want to take a picture with the Brouny camera. He said that they had no Brouny. I insist on that they had... severul guys came to me and caught me. I began to fight and awoke.

I am screaming at the end of time. I am perched upon the Temple of nothing, a Griffin. I am laughing madly in shooting tentacles in every direction summoning dream Warriors to me. Raven and Mosh appear. Numbers are flying in and out of my body. The number god appears to me. He tells me to calm down. I tell him nothing matters everything matters 999999. 2012. 66665555E and E3333444888111.

The funny thing was, I knew I was in a dream within by dream. I was kinda awake in the dream, but.. it wasn't that vivid. Anyway, I was in a rather large spacecraft that was headed straight for the sun. It felt more like a very wide corridor. I knew there was another person or two, but it was a background character that I didn't really look at. The actual craft looked... raw. It looked like one of those abandoned space ships. Dark, somewhat rusty on some parts, and very wide. I could barely move, and I failed at flying. The camera switched to a third person perspective when we actually hit the sun.

The end.

Dream was this morning... Well, okay this afternoon or something... Whatever.

Get into fight with lady thinks I bumped into someone on purpose.
Bump into another accidentally, lady thinks did it on purpose. Tells me thats the last straw. Bump into her on purpose a few times. Then bump into her friend and then bump into another friend of hers who nearby person says I don't wanna get into fight with. She makes government people chase after me while music plays they keep saying I have an addiction while I insist I don't. At least two of them are fat middle-aged, women who chase me with needles filled with purple liquid and keep trying to stab me with them which they sometimes get so close I have to dodge. They catch me and one starts stitching a yellow black and red flat thread through my chest in a kind of circle with large gaps betwen each visible part of the thread. The other one starts stitching on my back. The front one is painful. It seems she were trying to stitch a government symbol of some kind into my skin. I didn't like the feeling so I (actively made myself?) woke up.

!Special notice: I'm not sure whether or not this was lucid or not because... It seems like I chose to wake up...
Mem: Ask about this recurring situation in forums here...

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am on a cruise liner At one point, myself and another person decide to take one of the sail boats that are on board the ship and set off with it. The cruise liner has some sort of bumpy ramp at the rear that we use get it into the ocean. We make it off the larger boat, but I somehow fall off and wind up in the water. As I'm swimming back towards our sail boat, I notice that my friend is actually at the helm of the cruise liner, and sailing further and further away is the sail boat. While my friend is shouting that we'll never catch up to it and that we'll be stranded at sea, it occurs to me that the boats have switched and this triggers a lucid state. I decide to try the nose plug technique to confirm and as I do I plunge myself backwards into the water (out of habit I guess as I used to hold my nose before dunking my body underwater at pools). I also try looking at my hands which turn out to be very distorted and I am also weirdly unable to face my palms towards me. I hear my friend shouting that we'll be attacked by sharks, and as I look back at him I realise I must have corrected the dream's mistake and we once again have possession of the sail boat. Right about now I'm not really worrying about the sharks but I think I (for some reason) made one appear. At this stage, I begin waking up due to the outside noise. I tried not to stir but I was unable to stay in the dream.

Notes: was lying down on the couch for about half an hour, on my back, half-asleep and listening to this. Turned it off at about 12:30pm and drifted to sleep.