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So, a few nights ago, i had my first lucid dream (Lucid Assassin) since i lost interest in LD. Which was about a year ago. But last night, i tossed and turned because i was stressed over a few things. So i didn't remember any of those dreams. Consequently making me sleepy all day today, so i took a nap after class...

The dream started with me and a few people i didn't recognize hanging out on our college campus. In the dream, i knew that i was on "campus", but after i woke up i realized that where ever i was it wasn't my university. But anyway, we were all hanging out and then all of a sudden we saw these guys huddled up on this hill far away from us. They were far enough to where we couldn't make out faces, but close enough to see skin color, clothes, and hear them yelling. It sounded like they were fighting about something, and then it looked like they got into an actual fistfight. We all kept watching and we were speculating on what was going on. Then i got this feeling, or thought that one of them was going to pull out a gun. And the thought felt more like a vision, like i was 100% sure that it was going to happen. As it soon as i had that thought, one of them stepped back, pulled out a gun, and shot one of the other guys about 3 times or so.

As soon as we witnessed it, one of the guys i was hanging out with jumped up and pulled out a gun, but he didn't shoot at anyone...he was just pacing back and forth and waving it around angrily, like it was his friend that got shot and he was trying to stop himself from going out there and returning fire. I started walking away, because i figured the cops were gonna come, and i try my best to avoid pigs.

As i began to walk away, the dream became more third person, i noticed what i was wearing as if i was watching a video of myself. Then i looked back and i saw the guy with the gun, and his friend walking away from where we were hanging out. He was still flailing the gun around. I also noticed that the guy with the gun had on a grey denim jacket, and had really long dreads. He looked familiar, but i couldn't put a finger on it.

I started walking towards this neighborhood, i don't why. But in the dream there was this force that kept telling me to walk over there. I could see it clearly but the more i walked towards it the darker it got outside. When i got into the neighborhood i walked in between these two houses that had Rottweilers and Pitbulls chained up in the backyard. That kind of deterred me for a minute, but then i kept walking. As i got closer to the place i was trying to go, something told me to turn around and head back. So i did...and as i was walking back, one of the guys i was hanging out with from before yelled something to me as he was running in the direction i just left. I yelled something back to him, but i don't remember what it was. Then someone on a porch of one of the houses i was walking by told me to leave the neighborhood. I was already doing that, so i just ignored them...

I just kept walking until i woke up...


After i woke up, i couldn't help but try and make sense of that dream. I'm a very analytical person, and the first thing that came to mind when trying to break this dream down was my relationship with my father. He's always "been there" in my life, but we don't really get along. And recently i've been going through a lot of things. Mainly just dealing with some inner battles, like anyone would be at this time in their life. But because we don't really get along, we've never talked about it and he doesn't understand me. So, the only link i could make with my subconscious, conscious, and this dream is that the fight ("battle") i witnessed was really my own inner battle. The guy who pulled out the gun next to me and was waving it around angrily symbolizes my dad. Because he wanted to help the guy in the "battle" but he was too far away...

Then me walking off to that neighborhood, is me handling the situation how i handle most situations. And that's to handle it by myself, and just think it through in isolation.....

I don't know though, just a thought. Leave some comments if this was interesting to you, or if you have some other analysis.

This is by far the highest level Lucid Dream I've had to date. It came with the help of some supplements (100mg of 5-htp before bed, and 8mg of Galantamind 5 hours later). I cannot say for sure what kind of LD this is categorized as. It kind of feels like a WILD because it started off in my bedroom, and I was aware that I was dreaming since the very begining beginning. Although I did not feel like I held a constant stream of consciousness into the dream. To me it is a combination of WILD, MILD, and DILD... but who cares, I had a Lucid Dream!

It all happened in my bedroom. I was standing there in the dark and I knew that I was dreaming. I perform several reality checks throughout the dream to reaffirm that I am indeed dreaming. My primary RC is the nose plug, and that always works. a little later on in the dream I perform the finger through palm RC for the first time and that worked as well. I remember attempting to look at my hands but I was kind of scared of seeing something disfigured that I stopped looking.

Back to the dream, I spent a good amount of time wandering around in my bedroom in the dark. I used my hands to feel the details on the walls, and I even came upon a light switch. I did not flick it because this switch controls the electricity to my computer, and I did not want to turn everything off. I remember that I had a hard time seeing. Maybe it was because it was dark, but it felt like my eyes were closed in the dream. Again I had the sensation that if I tried to open my eyes too much, I was in danger of doing so in my physical body.

My monitor was on and it seemed like that was the source of light within my bedroom. After wandering around, I make my way out into the balcony. It is raining and I notice that the whole construction area below me is flooded. Here is where I try to fly into the air. I jump off the ground, but land right back. I do this a couple of times, and one time I even hand flat on my back. This reality check did not work for me this time.

I look into the flooded construction area and even think about jumping off my balcony into it, but a sense of fear prevented me from doing so. I try to move objects in the construction area with my mind, but had no success.

I climb up to the 3rd story and into other people's balcony. I peep through their windows and it appeared that every did not have a bed, and was sleeping on the floor. One of the neighbors looked back at me.

I come back down to my balcony and there appeared two girls. One or both, proceeded to suck my mushroom tip. I took one of them back inside and laid her on my bed. We kiss passionately and I start to go muff diving. Very shortly after, I open my eyes and the dream was over.

I was on a party boat with some DC friends. Everyone was drinking and having a really good time. I can remember the feeling of intoxication. There was a great white shark that was swimming along side the boat. The shark had huge cutesie cartoon eyes and appeared to be smiling. Everyone, including myself, were sort of hanging off the side of the boat, holding on some side railings with one hand and grasping a beer in the other. One of the DC guys was talking about how the shark was their pet and that he was super nice. I had an image in my head of someone falling off the side of the boat and the apparent cutesie shark turning rouge, pulverizing the fallen. I became very aware of the sharks power and grew to nervous to be hanging off of the edge anymore. I tried to warn the other DC characters about the danger but they didn't seem to care. I felt nervous by my own intoxication. At some point I believe our boat was no longer in the ocean but sailing through my grandparents old living room. Bizarre.

I was at the shop with Allen, Dustin, & Jemma. We were all discussing something random and then I became lucid. I was really excited and remember looking into each of their eyes and saying very slowly, “You guys, this is a dream, were dreaming right now.” I was convinced that they were present inside the dream and I wanted to act as some sort of guide for them since I knew that Jemma and Dustin had not had lucid dreams before. We all walked outside my work and it was warm and sunny. I told them that I was going to instruct them on how to fly and that Allen and I would demonstrate. I delved into the importance of believing in yourself to make it happen. I was floating pretty well and flying pretty good. I zipped into the sky, did a few loops, and floated back down near my friends. Allen (who happens to not be the best at flying in his lucids) was puttering around behind me. Allen and I laughed at his poor flying skills. Someone suggested that I try and fly across the whole ocean. I believe my gma Nancy came in at this point and suggested that. I thought about it for a while and tried super speed flying. I was making it close to a body water and then I remembered the shark from the previous dream. Since I have a HUGE fear of deep water, that does not elude me in my lucids, I decided to back off and not continue forward.

I was living back in Roman times as the knocked up wife of some noble warrior guy. I apparently was of low social status and would not normally be allowed to be pregnant if it weren’t for the fact that the father was of such high status. It was some apparent backwards hierarchical society that only allowed the elites to have children. I didn’t really want to have a baby but I knew that it would make me an elite and that status would keep me safe from the horrors of peasant life. Another elite was jealous of my hubbys success and tricked him to go into an ambush. I overheard elites talking about the ambush and I got really fearful. I knew that if he died, I would be killed for being a pregnant peasant. For some reason the scenery changed into a snowy landscape. I packed a snow dog sled and started to head out in mountainous snowy terrain to find and warn my husband. At this point I also think that I became really fat. Very strange.

I was in a giant hotel/mall with my 6 year old little brother Riley. There were two bad guys who were for some reason trying to chase after him. It seems that I always have to act as a protector of some sort for him in my dreams. I was holding him by his hand or carrying him the whole time. At one point we were in a linens department of the mall and I can remember hiding behind some display beds becoming very nervous. We ran to the concierge desk and hid behind it. The concierge was well aware of what was happening and he tried to keep our location a secret from the two men. Then shit went bad. The men started screaming and shot a bullet into the air. I discovered a tiny floor level window and pushed my brother through it. Then I began to crawl through it myself. I head a shot get fired at the man and I could feel the splash of his blood. I finished crawling out and grabbed Riley and began to run. It was a beautiful warm sunny day out. The building was white (dream sign) and there were vibrant green bushes. I felt as though we made our escape and would be safe now.

I was in a movie theater with Allen and some other DC friends. I giant fat blonde woman and her skinny meth looking boyfriend/husband whatever were sitting in the center of the theater being extremely loud and obnoxious. People began yelling at them to shut up and they grew inraged. They began picking through the people in the audience and pulling them out of their seats and beating them up. At one point the fat woman grabs me by my arm but I cant remember exactly what happens after.
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I walk into the bathroom and see the fat lady hitting a girl in the head. I scream “You’re killing her!” in a really dramatic, almost comical way, and the lady stops and sees what she has done. The tyranny ends.

I am looking at the floor plan of a beautiful, white (dream sign) house. I am looking down on it from above and examining the different room sizes and shapes. I never stop looking at the floor plan but I can hear my own voice, the voice of Allen, and some other strange mans voice. Allen is suggesting that if the house were to set on fire, we would all be safe and make it out alive even if we sat in it for 13 minutes. The picture of the house changes and shows where the fire would burn. I disagree with allen and show him that all the exits would be blocked. My view is still at the picture and never changes. Allen argues that we could hope out of the windows but I point out that we would fall on concrete and die. Allens voice then some what forcibly argues his side to the third voice until that man agrees with him. I can feel myself grow irritated with Allens logic.

I am at a house that resembles my grandmother's, which is apparently being used as a residence for ghosts. I have fallen in love with one of the ghosts, and am laying down on a bed when she walks in and lays down as well. We talk for a while before Mike from Breaking Bad enters. He is part of a ghost extraction team and has come for a key that is of some significance. There is a struggle and my ghost companion screams at me to take the key and escape, assuring me that she will be fine. I find the key on the drawer unit, grab it and run to the window. As I jump out another man grabs my leg, but I manage to wriggle free. The girl has somehow given me the ability to fly, and as I manage to get my entire body out of the window I float upwards, with the key still in hand, away from the men after me.

I was on some sort of trip with my school and it was filled with people from our ski club, so I assume it was a ski club trip. We arrived at some sort of field and pulled over on the left side of the road for some reason (in America, mind you). Then, suddenly, my mom pulls up in our car alongside the bus as we're all getting out and tells me I can take it if I want. Not being one to pass up a good offer I accepted. I took the car and drove a short distance through a casual neighborhood with a few friends accompanying me. We got the house, got out of the car and brought our stuff inside. The dream then skipped to an upstairs bedroom with a lot of electronics and stuff sprawled out on the floor. I was sitting on the floor using my laptop when somebody came in and asked me if I wanted to go to the store with them. I agreed, got up and went outside.

Once there I could see a large group of about a dozen people. We were all going to go together. I decided to take the car but for some reason I drove very slowly and with the window down so I could listen/talk with them. I drove along a back road with everybody else walking in the middle of the road making conversation. Then, we got to a corner with a stop sign. I stopped, looked both ways and saw a car coming from the left. I started to pull out a bit but stopped thinking I wouldn't have any time. Then, realizing that I had just enough, I pulled out as fast as I could. The other car proceeded to turn down the road I had just pulled away from ...

We got to the store which was just a small convenient store on the corner, similar to a 7-11 or something of the type. Once we got there I got out of the car and everybody else that had been walking along side me had caught up. One of them said, "Hey, smooth move back there. You almodt killed yourself." in a rather sarcastic tone. "Hey, I had plenty of time," I told him. "Oh well, doesn't really matter since you're asleep." He replied. "Wait, what? Are you serious?" I asked him, skeptical at first. "Oh yeah, its like 5:00 AM, go ahead, do a RC." I plugged my nose and tried to breathe in and I could! Awesome! A DC made me get lucid!

"Well what do ya know, you're right! Thanks, man." I told him. "No problem, just don't waste it." He replied. Not wanting to waste it myself I rubbed my hands a little bit and focused on my surroundings. I thought of the TotY and the first one that came to mind was the hubble telescope. Alright, I have to fix it, I think. "To Cape Canavaral (or however its spelt)" I said as I snapped my fingers, picturing the space shuttle launch station. In an instant I was standing in front of a space shuttle and there was some odd looking thing on the tip of it, what I presumed was the telescope. I jumped up to the top and sat down right on the tip. The mirror was a perfect seat

"Launch it!" I yelled. After a short moment I falt a large shaking and could hear a low rumbling. I looked down and saw fire and smoke coming from beneath the space shuttle. I sat back, relaxed and got ready for a ride. I could feel a slight force pushing me down towards the ground that slowly grew as it flew higher and higher. After about 10 seconds the force got to the point where it was hard for me to move. I leaned back, tried to relax and waited for the shuttle to get into space. After about 25 seconds the force was completely gone and I felt what I think was weightlessness and started to float up a little bit.

Once we had gotten into space completely and started to orbit I got up and started to look around the telescope. The bottom part of the space shuttle which had contained all the fuel had fallen off by now and it was just the telescope. I couldn't see anything wrong with it and had forgotten which part was broken in reality. I pulled out a walkie-talkie from my back pocket (no idea how it got there) and radioed down to earth, "Hey, uh, guys? Isn't there supposed to be something wrong with this thing?" I asked. Aftera few seconds I got a reply, "Uh, well, by the look of the take-off I would say you're damn right there's something wrong. The mirror is all fucked up!" It said. "Okay, where?" I asked. "Well wouldn't you like to know, you're the one who sat on it and bent it all out of shape you fatass." Hey, I'm not fat

"Okay, well... how do I fix it?" I asked them. "All you have to do is bend it back! I should look almost flat but a tiny bit concave." The voice said. I looked at the mirrors again and noticed that one of them was bent way out of shape, the opposite way they were supposed to be shaped. I floated over to it and pushed down on the mirror. Forgetting I was in space I just pushed it without anchoring myself to it at all. I ended up just floating back a bit and the telescope didn't move, at least from my perspective. I floated back to the telescope to give it another try. Floating in space was a lot like flying in a dream in general. I just thought of where I wanted to go and I went there.

This time I put both my hands around the edge of the mirror and used my knees to push the glass. I started off gently, not wanting to break it, and then pushed harder and harder as it refused to move. I had to push extremely hard just to get it to bend. I'm glad we didn't have to break it . I looked over at the other mirror and tried to match its angle. Once I thought I had gotten it right I radioed back down to earth, "There, is that better?" I asked. "One second, we're taking a picture of the moon." They said. After a few seconds I got a reply, "Alright, it looks good. Good job fixing your own mistake." Jeez, they're mean .

I had figured that, since I had already gotten one of them, why not go for another? I got it the last time so I could this time as well. The first one to come to my mind was the titanic one. I have to survive the sinking, got it. This should be easy. I decided to have a little fun with this one and, instead of teleporting back down to earth, I dove down, head first, like a meteor. I could tell that I had entered earth's atmosphere by the time I was on fire. It wasn't uncomfortable or anything, just warm, like being in the bright sun. It took about 5 seconds but when I felt like I was getting closer to the surface I looked up, or down in this case, and saw all blue, what I assume was the ocean.

It came up extremely fast and before I knew it I was underwater. I must've gone down about 200 feet. I suddenly felt very heavy, as if I had weights on myself. No matter what I did I couldn't get up to the surface. I tried snapping my fingers to simply teleport to the surface, but nothing as happening. I tried the same technique I use to fly but this wasn't working either. Freaking out, I closed my eyes and pictured being on the deck of the Titanic. I snapped my fingers and, when I opened my eyes, I was awake in my bed, slightly out of breath. Looking back on it I should've stayed in the dream, given that you can never not breathe in a dream, hence the nose plug RC. If I had just relaxed maybe I could've stayed in the dream and done more. Oh well, I still got another one of them done. 7 down, 3 to go.

Date: 1/23/2012

Fragment 1:
I can't exactly remember what the beginning of this dream was about, but I remember feeling guilty and happy at the same time throughout the start of it. A strange combination if you ask me. But anyway, the first thing I can clearly remember is being surrounded by glowing lights, that kind of in a way resembled stars. It was beautiful. They were all kinds of colors. It felt like I was floating in space, or suspended in mid-air. Then a figure faded in, a young male, attractive, yet alien. His skin was a shade of navy blue and his pupil-less eyes glowed like the lights surrounding me. He had long wispy hair, the same shade as his skin. And there were spots on him that were translucent, and showed the same glowing light as the stars beneath his skin. He took my hand and caressed my face. Then, this is when I realized I was dreaming. Because one, I thought, "Oh no, I shouldn't feel attracted to this thing, I feel like I'm cheating on the person I love." And two, I realized that it wasn't normal to have an alien thing touching my face with his hands. Then I guess, the dream became lucid and I pushed away. I woke up from the realization of it (which I wish I wouldn't have because I seldom have lucid dreams.) And then I drifted back to sleep.

Fragment 2:
I had the feeling that I was awake, but I couldn't quite wake up. I couldn't control myself, and it seemed like I was drifting away from my body. I felt afraid, scared. I saw floating open-mouthed faces close to mine, but I couldn't open my mouth to scream. I could tell I was in my bedroom, though. I think I may have been in a state of sleep-paralysis. It's not the first time it's happened. But it was still frightening. Once I finally woke up I didn't dare go back to sleep. I was too afraid, which was silly. I know that dreams can't hurt me. But regardless, it wasn't pleasant.

I wish I could remember more details. My dreams were actually somewhat interesting this time.

dream : comments : lucid

24th of January, 2012

I've been on a trip the past couple of days and my dream recall was really bad during that time. Early this morning, back in my own bed, I had a huge dream.

It went a little something like this:


We were on a holiday in Sydney and staying at a super fancy hotel on the 7th floor.
I went for a wander to see what the rest of the building was like and ended up gong to the toilets. I was surprised that they weren’t that nice. Somehow I spent like 45 minutes in there just talking to people and at one stage soap bubbles were everywhere and I sat in the urinal then freaked out.

Coz I was sitting in a urinal.

When I left and went back to the elevator, it stopped on the 5th floor and I noticed my family were in one of those rooms instead. Weird, but I kept going.
I went up to the 9th floor- the top level of the building- which had a big spiral you had to walk up. At the very top there was an open area and it connected back to street level somehow.
I continued on my little journey and went back downstairs and onto the street where I met up with Sean and Lina. At some point, perhaps before that, I noticed my friend Jon Lee owned a restaurant and I decided we should go there for dinner that night.

Sean, Lina and I kept walking toward their hotel and then I realised I had no idea where I was.
I said “You’ve lead me astray!” and we continued walking and found ourselves in an underground shopping area. There was a fruit market there, so we went into it.

A woman was now with our group and she picked up fresh baked bread and bananas and I told her that it would be a delicious sandwich. While waiting in line, I jokingly tried to push in front of her by swimming (!) under her. She stopped me and was offended that I’d even try because she’d “already had 5 babies today!”

“Quints?” I said. “Yo! Imagine having quints!”

At that point the cashier girl suddenly had a huge cot full of babies that she was tending to so only one checkout lane was open. I went to buy two Cokes, but didn’t have any money so I left the line.

On my way out, my grandfather was chilling on top of the greeting card display and said that it would be really nice if he and his friend (“the only one I have left!”) could pick us up from school and play with us and make us dinner. I said that we already had plans to dine out but he looked really sad so I agreed.
I said “I guess it’s okay anyway, imagine if the restaurant had been attacked while we were there!”
As I said it, I saw a scene of the restaurant being shot apart and everyone dying. I pretended to be dead and lay on the ground.

So anyway, we went to this friend’s house of his which was on top of a giant hill and Acka introduced himself as me for some reason. I sat down and began reading the guy’s wine guide and said that Nooks would be really annoyed now because it means I’d take even longer to choose a good wine. Suddenly it turned out that two other people were going to join us for dinner and the friend didn’t have enough food as he’d only bought one giant fish.


The dream changed around here- though I believe it was still connected- and I dreamt two dreams almost simultaneously.


The first started out as if I was watching a movie. In segments, it told the story of a girl and a boy and how they’d always been together. It culminated in them sitting, in exactly the same position as an earlier segment, in suits in a limo.

The other dream was that we were at a public scalping. Apparently the guy was Iranian, but he didn’t look it; he was just some fat, sort of sad looking guy.
I’m not sure what he was in trouble for but he had to sit in this wooden structure a couple of levels tall with ropes attached to his head. The ropes went through this elaborate pulley system where the scalper held them at the other end and would pull them. As the (we’ll call him an executioner) executioner slowly started pulling the ropes I began to get emotional and started crying.

I asked someone to ask the prisoner (coz he was Iranian and couldn’t understand me) if he was scared. He said he was terrified and somehow came down to ground level for his last request. His nose was bleeding from fear and I gave him a hug and told him to be brave. He said he wanted to hear his favourite song one more time and quite a nice song began playing. I think it spoke about second chances or something. The dream faded as the prisoner (now on a motorbike) rode back up to the top of the structure to be scalped. It was really intense at the time.

At that point the earlier dream came back to the forefront and ended with a nice high angle shot of the guy getting out of the limo and walking into a crowd while "Where I Stood" by Missy Higgins was playing.

I woke up and wondered why the hell that song was in my head as I don’t think I’ve ever even heard the whole thing.

Yay I have completed my first LD It was about. Me being in India. I saw a native witch are called DC's right. So i went up to him and he started speaking Indian. Not bowing that i could translate that i decided to try to fly. I took a realality check first so i didn't look stupid. Yes! I am.dreaming i thought. So i thought of fly and BOOM right into the air. It was glitchy but i found myself 500ft in the air when i tried to fly home only to hit a invisible wall and fall. As i was flying i took a realality check just in case. Finnaly i woke up right about to hit the ground. Well that's my first LD

Last night I dreamt of Selena Gomez. Strange, I know... and she is not somebody I would think of or list in a "top 10 actresses" or "hottest people" or anything either. My daughter likes the movie "Ramona and Beezus" and my wife likes the move "Monte Carlo" both of which have her in them. I think she is pretty and all but to see her in a dream was a little surprising as she is a person I would normally think of as being very young.

In my Dream, however, I was young myself. I felt as if I was high-school aged. I was in a movie with Selena Gomez and I was in a scene where I saved her from drowning in a swimming pool or something. Unlike other dreams I did not have the memory of being married or the guilt of feeling like I was doing something wrong because I was married, or at least I did not have it as much as I have in other dreams. I remember being a stranger to Selena then after the scene we got to be friendly with each-other and hang out. We both had very similar personalities and senses of humor and were very flirty with each-other. It was really fun to be in that sort of "puppy love" with an attractive girl. It was very exciting and felt a lot like a movie. While we were walking with each-other I ran into a friend (Whom I knew in the dream but have no recollection as to who it was now.) and I got distracted walking with him. I ended up "ditching" Selena in that moment, and was abruptly woken up by a crying child.

I really wanted to get back into that dream because that being in love feeling just felt really good. I wanted to see things through a little further and was disappointing leaving like that. I fixed the situation with my child and layed back down. I tried to jump back in where I left off, and kind of did, but it was not the same at all. I was in the same dream but Selena was gone. I justified her being gone with her being mad at me for ditching her on our walk. I remember feeling bummed and trying to contact her but couldn't. She was gone. The rest of the activities I participated in felt empty, and I felt like she had moved on and gone on with her busy life.

I feel that this dream was non-lucid because as hard as I tried I could not get her to come back and get rid of that bummed feeling that I had. The 1-2 hours of sleep after I was woken up was very unsatisfying. I am a happy guy and I love my wife, we get along just fine, but that little puppy love feeling was just really fun and exciting. Being married for years you kind of lose that excitement. This is all I remember from last nights dream.

I was entering some building, it was right at the start of the dream when I though something along this line: "I still have to do this, and I have to do that, but for starters I'm gonna become lucid". Said, and done (again becoming lucid in such a strange way). The first thing I did this time was trying my world severing seal (short WSS) as I call it, and it worked just fine, I had a small rush of a strange feeling but I effectively kept myself from waking up, then I tried to call some pillars from the sky but couldn't see it so I tried fixing that (I was still pretty drowsy which is why I totally forgot I was still inside of the building). After that didn't work I lost lucidity however and woke up quite some time later after dreaming some random stuff and being in some sort of library.

At this point this is however quite the success as it is the first time I actually tried something I wanted to try as well as not immediatly waking up.

I am an almost 30 year old man, and am married with a couple kids. I have always been interested in dreams and the possibility of controlling my dreams. In a chat with a friend I mentioned I had a dream last night that I was disappointed I was awoken from. They mentioned "Lucid Dreaming" a term I have heard before but never really understood. I then went to wiki and read up about it. I find it very intriguing.

Throughout my life I have had a few dreams that I remember very vividly. I remember being young having a dream of being in a basement and climbing a pile of clothes to get from one level to another and the snuggle-bear popped out of the clothes.


I remember as a pre-teen dreaming of being in some sort of cave, and started turning into an almost nightmare when the ground started to move and there were spikes under the tile I was on and another tile was coming to squish me, then Indiana Jones appeared above and reached his hand down for me to grab and he pulled me to safety.


I remember another dream as a young adult encountering a girl who was running and I was chasing her. She had long dark brown hair and was very pretty. I remember she was crying and I finally caught her and assured her I would never let go of her. I remember being very emotionally attached or in-love with this girl. It was very pre-teenish puppy love movie feeling, something like "My-Girl" or something. The girl somewhat resembled a girl I knew and I thought it meant I was supposed to be with her... but no, that did not ever happen.

I hate the disappointment you get waking up from a dream where you were deep into a story without a conclusion. As a father I am often woken up abruptly by a child's crying. Dreams seam to be a powerful and a fun thing, and I would love to be able to control them and have some freedom in them.