This dream started out in the halls of the high school I graduated from. I was in my current body, not my high school body, so I was a lot more in shape and confident than I was back then. I was just dawdling about in the hall when a girl caught my eye. She was actually an inch or so taller than me, which is usually a turn off for me. She had a fit body, blue eyes, and short champagne blonde hair just above the shoulders. Usually I'm not attracted to the short, super light blonde hair either, but the way she was wearing it made it very appealing to me. I went up to her and started walking/talking with her down the hall. Her name was Eileen, a name I've barely ever heard in my life, but a pretty name none the less. We decided we should go drive around and hang out, and I was ballsy enough to put my arm around her as we exited the school. It was evening and we drove around for a while, talking. It's crazy how in depth dream characters can be and how much you can learn about them. She was a midwestern girl, same age as me, and had moved out here with her parents. She loved rock/alternative rock/folk/indie and was into climbing/hiking/skiing; all the same outdoor activities I was into. She was super nice and very down to earth. This is the cool part. We somehow made it into a house and she said something to the effect of "You haven't forgotten those promises you made to me, have you?" "Of course not," I said, "I have them all right here so I don't forget." I pulled out my phone (the same one I have in real life) and went to my notes. There was a page titled 'Promises Made to Eileen' with a short list jotted down below. I was confused on how the list got there, as I thought I was meeting this dream character for the first time. I then realized that this was not my first time meeting Eileen! I had a revelation that I had met her in a previous dream that I had now forgotten. She smiled at me, extremely happy in my remembrance of meeting her before. We shared a great kiss, said our goodbyes and then I woke up. This is one of the first times I've remembered a reoccurring character in a dream, and I must say I am very pleased with her. Now if only I could meet the real life version...
Dream 1 I was at my old secondary school in a maths class. The time ticked on to half past three and it was time to go, there were some of my college friends there including a girl in a blue frilly dress with no back. I stood up to go and the teacher said to me "Are you all sure you understand the homework?" and very few people did. So the teacher kept us back and made us do a bit more work until it got to nearly 4 o' clock. I checked my watch and very nearly did a reality check since about 15 minutes had passed in what seems like 2. But instead I just thought that time must have passed quickly because I wasn't watching it. I needed to hurry since I doubted my friends would wait for me if I was too late. I walked out of school and appeared to teleport to a huge place (teleporting- 10 points), similar to that of a warehouse. The shelves went all the way up to the roof and there were loads of them. As I wondered down the narrow isles a employee at the place spotted me and called me over. He was up a ladder trying to pull something off of a shelf, I went and stood by the ladder to see that behind me was a large expanse of bare floor. He told me to stand nearby, so I did and looked back at the shelves. They were filled with old televisions, the big box ones. The worker then pulled one off a shelf and dropped it, the tv crashed to the floor below. He shouted at me saying that I was meant to catch it, So I went and stood next to the shelves. He dropped another one, a big heavy one and I caught it with a spine crushing catch. I put it on the floor and we carried on doing this for a while. Then he started to move forwards and my friend H.T ran round the corner to help, we moved all the tv's that I'd caught forwards as well. We kept moving everything forward so that we kept up with the worker, then I saw a thread of cotton wrapped around one of the tv's. I looked up to see the shelves gone and somebody weaving cotton, to the left of them there was what appeared to be a small tea shop. Outside the tea shop was Santa and the worker from earlier went up to him to ask him if they could use his beard for cotton and he agreed. The then went inside the tea shop. Me and my friend looked at each other before leaving the tv's and following them in. When I got inside I recognised the cafe, I was in Lincoln, in Stoke's cafe. I was asked what I wanted so I said tea. They gave me a silver sachet that was this size of my hand. I went and sat down next to my Grandad and his friends. I opened the silver sachet and found what appeared to be cream inside, this was apparently the tea. I tried it and it tasted exactly like whipped cream. (Eat something- 4 points) (Full dream- 1 point) Fragment (0.5 points) I also remember going into a place like subway and asking if they could give me some bread cheap since it was near closing time, the woman behind the counter said "no but you can have a taster for free". Dream 2 I was in my room and my neighbour came to visit. He came into my room, saw my new shoes and said he liked them. Then he sat on my bed and had a chat with me. This was quite a long dream but I can't remember what was said. (Full dream- 1 point) TOTAL= 16.5 points
Came back over here for the first time in a long time because I've been using paper and didn't have any on hand. Interesting changes to the website. Took me a minute to realize that dream journals weren't threads anymore. Anyway I'll go right in. I was working at some job checking that all necessary components were in video game boxes. Things started to disappear as I sorted them and I complained to management. I couldn't even figure out who my boss was so I just started tearing the place apart. I threw monitors on the floor, overturned tables, etc. The love of my dreams showed up and said they had called the police to come kill me. I looted the room which randomly had diamonds hidden in it. The lights went out and I heard a voice saying that I had 15 minutes before they were coming in. My love rolled on top of me and said she would at least give me a 15 minute wet dream. I refused and went into the next room where the police were waiting. I threw fireballs at them until they were all dead and then walked back to my love. She wasn't there and I heard footsteps going up another hallway. I followed the sound and found a woman with a gun dragging my love along. I quickly thought of targeted spells and used magic missile. I realized it would take more than that to take the woman out so I chanted "finger of death, finger of death, finger of death" and she dropped dead. My love said I should be more careful. I told her to remember that she isn't immortal or all-powerful like me. Then I woke up. I use Dungeons and Dragons spells so I don't have to be as creative in my fighting.
non-dream dream lucid If you don't know what that is, well, it's a dungeon in Skyward Sword. Lately, I've been into unfinished/unpolished game content, and unused content in general, but mostly the unfinished/unpolished variety. Lucid: no The Great Metroid Game: no Game related: yes Time since dream: A few hours I was in a cylindrical room made of gold and stone, with a pathway around the walls. There was a huge pillar in the center of the room. Around it was a pool of water going around the entire room. The pool looked pretty deep. I was on the pathway. I tried to get to the center, but I couldn't. So I went back through the door which I came, and into a normal elevator. When I came out, I was in a hallway. It had purple walls. I saw another person, who came towards me, and said that he was exploring the place. We went into the elevator together, and went back up to the previous room. We went across the gold cylinder room to a bridge that went to the center. The pillar had a door on it, as if there was gonna be a boss inside. We went in, and there WAS a boss inside. It was some kind of tentacle monster that we had to bring down to the floor and kill. So, we did that, and all of a sudden, the place started rotating. Not about its axis, but rather, turning upside down, like the 4th dungeon in Majora's Mask. When it stopped, we fell onto the floor, which had some kind of drainage pipe in the center. I examined the room, and found another door on the side. We went through, and found ourselves back in the cylinder room, except it was upside down as well. I looked up, and the pool of water was there, just floating. As soon as I saw it though, it came crashing down, into a grey mist. The next thing I know, I'm in the elevator again, but there is a window in the elevator so you can see into the room. The water is still coming down though, and the elevator shakes wildly and violently as it comes crashing down. The next thing I know, I'm in the elevator debris, along with the other guy. I climb out, and go back into the hallway. Then I wake up.
Man From Another Dimension I was in a strange house. It was very basic, neat, and clean. I heard about a man that was taking people; I don't know what he was doing with them. They said the man was like an Octopus. Then I was at a partially opened door. I looked in and saw a man talking to a really tall guy. I knew the tall guy was the guy they were talking about. I had to duck down for some reason to see the top half of the man. He was a cartoon. His upper torso was huge. He wasn't an Octopus man, but this was the guy. Now I was watching my dream like a movie. The evil guy walked out of his room through a doorway. The door was an energy field. It was supposed to led to another dimension, but it just lead to a hallway where he walked to another doorway with another energy field. That energy field would have led to the other dimension.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was out walking along some damp, sandy shoreline with my sister and my oldest nephew. It was a nice, sunny day. The water was to our right. We were probably pretty close to the water, too. The shore itself was probably pretty narrow. We passed some really beautiful scene on our left. There was a big, beautiful lawn (though the grass may have seemed to be a little dried and yellowy). At the end of the lawn was some kind of beautiful, classical mansion or palace or plaza. I can't really remember it that well at all. It was gleaming white, and it had a lot of columns. There were people in some non-modern dress walking around on the grounds and in or near the structure. Parts of the grounds may have been open from the shore. Other parts may have been separated from the shore by a fence. My sister pointed to the beautiful scene and said, "This reminds me a lot of my trip to Italy." For some odd reason I took a really sarcastic tone with my sister. I said, "Pfft! There's nothing like that in real life!" (??? ) I then either said, "That's only a painting," or, "That should really remind you of a painting." My sister and nephew and I were now walking in the downtown area of some smaller town. We three seemed to be among the few people out on the street. It was still a nice, sunny day. We walked down a street with dark tan or brownish buildings that were probably around eight to twelve stories tall. Suddenly I saw, across the street from us, a huge helicopter descending from above the building tops. The helicopter had a dull, blue underside. It was shaped a bit awkwardly, like if you were to put an old, corded phone's receiver into a blanket and then try to make a rectangle out of that mass. The helicopter was moving pretty slowly. It was still descending, and it looked like it was directed toward us. I'm -- pretty sure -- that at this time I recalled a time IWL in 2002 when I was in downtown Santa Fe, New Mexico, and a huge, black, military copter floated down toward me and seemed to follow and watch me for half a block or so. I'm pretty sure that I was really worried that this helicopter was going to do the same thing to me. I had been really afraid in Santa Fe -- so afraid, I'd had to hold onto a wall near me to stay standing. But I didn't want my sister and nephew to see me that way. So I tried to show that I was actually interested in this aircraft, rather than that I was afraid of it. But as the helicopter descended, it turned out that I really was more interested in it than afraid of it. The helicopter actually looked like some form of public transportation -- like a bus, but with propellers instead of wheels! I could see now that the helicopter-bus was going to land and unload passengers at a building on the corner of a block just up ahead and across the street from us. I ran toward that building, leaving my sister and nephew behind. I got into the building. It was like a hollowed-out lobby of an office building, but with something to its atmosphere that made it seem like a bus station. There were concrete pillars through the room. The window-walls of the lobby must have been tinted, because the light coming in was kid of smoky-amber colored. The floors may have been covered in a short, tight, brown carpet. I'd come in through some doors to the left of the corner of the building. But the helicopter, I saw, had landed at the corner of the building. There were some hospital-like, sliding-glass doors that opened along with the opening of the helicopter's doors. A little wheelchair-ramp-type structure went down from the doors to the floor. I ran up to the sliding glass doors as they opened. There were no passengers in the helicopter-bus, even though the helicopter-bus had apparently landed to let passengers off. The pilot stood just outside of the bus for a moment or two. He was tall, white, with a kind of big belly. He had short, shaggy, red hair and a short, shaggy beard. He wore squarish eyeglasses. I didn't say anything to the man. I just stood there, kind of awed that I was seeing such a new, incredible element of public transportation. The man understood my feelings, though. He said, "Well, it's fun for now. But the city'll get rid of it soon. This is the new thing. And when the next new thing comes around, they'll forget all about this thing." I now spoke to the man, but it was like I was speaking to him in my head, or through narration, as I was heading back out onto the street, out to my sister and nephew. I told the man, "Oh, no -- they'll never get rid of this. It's too great! And it makes so much sense. It's so efficient!" I may now have been telling my sister and nephew something as we watched the helicopter lift up and away. The helicopter seemed to be going right back in the direction it had come from. So did we. We seemed to be walking right back down the block we'd walked up.
Sometimes I'm too lazy to do it, but WBTB is definitely worth the trouble. Another 2 or 3 lucid dreams in a row, seperated by a few FA's so it's difficult to tell how many different dreams there were. Too bad my recall isn't any better. Friend's house I am at a friend's house. I don't know what tips me off, but I do a nose pince RC and realize that I can breathe. I become lucid, and work on stabilizing the dream. I also work on trying to convince my friend that this is a dream. My friend doesn't believe it. He looks into the living room next to us. "I think I'll turn on a light in there, unless you can do it with your 'magical powers'" he says in a sarcastic tone. I think about trying to turn the lights on just by thinking about it, but I'm not sure how. Instead, I run into the room and try a bit of anti-gravity tricks. My friend still doesn't believe me. He walks to the light switch on the wall. I run up to the wall and onto the wall like Spiderman. I climb up to the ceiling. My friend is still skeptical. We go into the kitchen. There is a woman sitting at the table who looks like my mother. Perhaps she is my mother. Things get a bit fuzzy after this. I believe that I tried summoning Monk to try the dream avatar posession technique again, but it doesn't work too well. I also try slowly doing a 360 degree turn, examining everything around me, which I read in someone's dream journal was a good technique. This helps a little. Back home I wake up. Wary of FA's, I do a nose pinch RC. Things look normal around me, but to my surprise I can still breathe. I think of ways to increase dream time or stability, and notice a stopwatch next to my bed. I pick it up, and watch the hands ticking. Interestingly, they tick regularly, just like in real life. To be honest, they skip a beat now and then, but for the most part the watch ticks like normal. I remember someone's post on Dreamviews about watching a clock, and how it extended dream time. I lay in my bed, and watch the second hand. tick-tick-tick-tick, it ticks like normal. I watch it for 30 seconds, surprised that dream clock could work so regularly. I wonder if this will increase dream time. Already it has given me a stable dream for about 30 seconds. I get out of bed, holding the stopwatch to my ear and hearing the ticking. Whenever it stops ticking, which it does every once in a while, I point at it and say "tick" and it starts again. I keep counting the ticks trying to use this to anchor me to the dream. I concentrate on increasing the vividness and stability of the dream. On my way out the door of my bedroom, I see a hand made sign posted next to my door that says "remember to increase vividness". I chuckle to myself and start downstairs, all the while repeating the commands "increase vividness" and "increase stability" and now and then demanding another "tick" from the watch. I run my hand along the railing to try to anchor myself. Much of this dream centers on me walking around the house trying to increase the vividness of the dream. I try summoning Monk again, once in the kitchen and once in the living room, but it doesn't seem to work. I seem to have a mental block about controlling some things in dreams, even though I know it is a dream. Still, this dream seems to last a bit longer than dreams have been for a while. Maybe it was the watch that helped. False Awakening I wake up. I go downstairs to the bathroom and brush my teeth. As I turn to leave the bathroom, I notice something is weird with my vision. I seem to be taller than the door, and then I notice that my head bumps against the ceiling. I think something about the possibility of a dream, but I decide to do an RC to make sure. I pick up a bottle of hand soap and try to read the ingredients. Nothing makes sense. I'm dreaming. I leave the bathroom, and decide to go outside and have some fun. For some reason, I feel that I should be quiet going out so I don't wake everyone up. I unlock the back door, and slip out into the sunshine. I decide to try some flying, and jump into the air. I bounce around a bit on the ground, which is fun too. I realize that it helps to stabilize the dream and increase vividness by running and being active, so I run around like a mad man. I find myself driving in a car. This is a false awakening, because I have forgotten all about the lucid dream. This may even have happened later in the morning, but I seem to feel that it happened after the last lucid part ended. I am listening to a call in talk show on the radio, and the man talking is broadcasting from near where I am driving. People are pulling over to talk to him, or else pulling into the driveway of a park off to the left to turn around. I pull into the park behind them. I do a nose pince RC for some reason, and find that I can breathe. This is rather unexpected, and I am a bit skeptical. I pinch harder, but can still breathe. "OK kiddies," I say out loud, "if these failed RC's continue I am going to have to pull over and figure this out." I look at my digital clock, which is wrong when I'm awake anyway but is consitent. It looks OK, but when I look again it has changed, and even displays the letter "F".I'm dreaming. I pull over, and turn off the car. Getting out, I think of what to do. I remember that staying active and moving is helpful in maintaining the dream, and also how exhillerating it felt in my other dream to bounce into the ground and splash through puddles. I jump onto the hood of my car, onto a picknick table, and into the tree above me. I remember feeling as though I had to prove this was a dream (I may have still had mental reservations), and I am a bit concerned because I'm not floating as well as usual. Gravity seems to be OK. But then I jump from the tree and launch myself into the air, and flying works decently. I aim for a few puddles, and splash into them, bouncing up into the air as though the puddles were springboards. Water does that for some reason in my dreams. Then I skim low across the ground until I wake up. Just before waking up, I remember hearing the man on the radio (or some voice) talking to someone. I can hear him saying, "you say you have nothing against Mormonism, so why are you talking about demon possession while you are talking about Mormons?"
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Dream 1 I was watching WWE Smackdown where Wade Barrett was facing Randy Orton. They fought to the stage and then Wade Barrett went too far, he started beating down Randy Orton and then hit him with a back suplex on the metal stage as referees tried to seperate the two. I thought that Barrett would be suspended. Dream 2 I was in college with my friends, talking about Hispanics in the WWE. I said that they're mostly grouped together recently. Such as Hunico and Epico and then Hunico and that guy on the bike. See WWE and you'll understand. Dream 3 I was outside a bank near college with a teacher. I started flirting with her even though I don't find her attractive in real life. I went on the street of my college and students were there just walking around then I went to a high-rise tower and remembered when I used to fight a guy in armour. I always give the guy more power till I get and upgrade during my fighting. I then got an upgrade(more armour) and defeated the warrior. I then talked to my companion and we both left, as I was still asleep I decided to go back and do it again but I couldn't be bothered to go through it again. Fragment I was shooting The Deckers in Row:The Third.
i had a WILD a few days ago where i was in my dream and instantly done the nose RC, it worked and i took a long run and jumped into flight, i stayed up slightly longer than usual but still floated back to the ground. last night i was in the middle of a dream with my fiancee and 2 of my friends, i plugged my nose and breathed in (just out of chance) then all of a sudden after like my 4th attempt i realised i was infact dreaming. i looked at my fiancee and laughed then started to run up the street where i jumped and started to float slowly back to the ground.
mon 26 dec 2011 01:00-08:00 In one of my universities buildings there are two ropeswings in the middle of the lobby. My friend starts running and swinging in a circle. I take the second rope and catch up to him, kicking him forward to give him more momentum. The point of all this is to film it, I'm part of the filming crew (director or lights guy, not sure). When I swing alone (as to show an example), there is a big table of people dining in the middle. As I swing between two heads, a picture is taken. The result is a still of me, infront of a woman who is somewhat amazed and two colourful lights (red and orange, or red and yellow). Lousy memory, I know. This was actually more than I remembered at first, something triggered parts of the memory again. Tried doing my mantra last night: "I will wake up and remember my dream." But I never keep it up long enough until I'm actually falling asleep.
the previous dream was wery dark, so when i was laying in my bed and deciding if i go turn the computer on, or just go back to sleep, i wanted to turn the lights on. it didnīt work, and as i was flipping the switch, my wish for light came true. i new this was a dream now. the light was beutifull, and it was falling in a completly different way than usual.i closed my eyes, changing the scene. with that, i lost my lucidity, because i was only mildly lucid.i went wandering to the places that offered free food, and tried to help my friend desining his add on a bilboard, met some agent looking guy on the way, and chewed apple bubblegum.
-I was at my mom's church for an event where a Palestinian man and an Israeli man were doing a presentation. The church members were split into two groups on two sides of the Fellowship Hall, one with the Israeli guy and the other with Palestinian guy. I was in the Palestinian guy's group. He tried teaching us an Arabic song, but we couldn't get the words. Then he set off some fireworks for some reason, and everyone else in the group thought he had set off a bomb and freaked out. I knew they were just fireworks, so I laughed at them. -Alton Brown from Food Network tried teaching me how to cook something, but I kept screwing up and he got mad and gave up. -I accidentally slammed my car into someone else's car. Although the other car was messed up, mine wasn't damaged at all, and the cop that showed up didn't give me a ticket or anything. I just drove away. Awesome! -I walked into the most amazing thrift store ever. There were all sorts of awesome books, jewelry and records. There was even a huge pile of 8-tracks. I have no idea why that excited me, but in my dream I thought the 8-tracks were amaaaazing. I wandered around the store until it got dark. I've noticed what I think are attempts at lucidity in my dreams. I distinctly remember looking at my hand in the thrift store dream, maybe checking the number of fingers on my hand. So, that's neat. Yeah.
DV keeps bothering me so I decided to drop by and leave a DJ entry. This site is pimped out now 0.o I could not figure out for what reason I was behaving like a total freak, but there was one thing I was sure of - everyone was scared. Of me. I heard hushed whispers and staggered footsteps as people turned away. "What are you doing! You know I'm not usually like this!" All this caused was more fear, and I could feel it, surging through the crowd. Everything was covered in rust. The benches, the walls, coated with a red-orange crust. The wind blew flaked of it into my face, on my clothes. It smelled of flames, an explosion perhaps, but I didn't know. Did I do this?
Lucid dream 2: I was in this building when I suddenly became lucid. It took a moment to realize that I needed to take advantage of my lucidity, so I tried to exit the building. I kept running into doors and having to open them. I was flying so I was horizontal. I came to what I knew was the last door. I also knew it was locked before I tried to open it. And sure enough, it was. I chided myself a little because I knew it didn't have to be locked. But I didn't worry about it. I immediately started ripping through the wall beside the door. I knew I had super strength and it would be fast. And it wasn't long before I had ripped through the layers of wall and had made a hole to the outside. But I don't think I made it outside because tha is all I remember.
Something triggered lucidity (I remember having that "aha" moment. I'm pretty sure that it was my camera), and I decided to fly. I don't remember doing anything else.
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