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(Got some catching up to do. I actually just bought myself a 'sleep mask', because I figured a lot of my trouble with recall has to do with the fact that I'm waking up around noon now, usually, and light is always streaming into my room, interrupting my sleep. I've never slept with one of these sleep masks on, before, but I'm beginning to like it. My recall and lucid count has skyrocketted, in the past few days. I'm sure the melatonin and alternating doses of 5-HTP and B6 are probably helping. )

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12/04/2011
"Tactical Entrapment"

I was back in high school (maybe. At least it felt like high school), and some friends and I were talked into bringing out favorite weapons from home, for some kind of show and tell. We'd been told that it was perfectly fine, and we weren't going to get in trouble for it. Of course, as soon as we were about to start our presentations, the police busted into the classroom and apprehended us. We sure that we'd been sold out, and were going to be taken to jail, but they had other plans. They offered us a pardon, if we would be a part of a 'super-soldier' experiement and agree to be given a drug that was supposed to make us stronger and faster, after which, we would be properly trained for combat. Fighting what? I never found out. Even though they were police, they were very straight-forward about this procedure being completely illegal, but times were appearently desperate. There were others there with me, and we all took turns explaining what our skills were, if any. Not really just fighting skills, but what we were good at, in other areas of our lives. After this little 'getting to know you' session, we all eagerly took the experimental pills and began our training.

Later, we were all out battling in the middle of a desert. I remember 'scrolling up' to see a map of our area (as if pulling up the map on Skyrim), and seeing an icon of an enormous serpent, coming up in front of us. Shortly after, we reached the creature. I'd thought it was dead, because it just sat there, motionless, as we approached. After a certain distance, though, this huge beast sprang to life. It began slithering fluidly about the area, snapping at us with quick, powerful strikes and then burrowing away into the sand to strike from another angle. The last thing I remember is fleeing the scene, while a tangled knot of numerous, identical serpents writhed and tumbled itself around us in pursuit.

12/05/2011
"Halloween: Reincarnation"

I can't really peg whether this dream happened in an huge mansion, or a giant facility, like a factory or service area of a mall or something. I do remember that the place was crawling with supernatural creatures, from zombies to ghosts, and that the story centered around a mother and child that had something to do with a reincarnation of Michael Myers. I can't remember if they - combined - were supposed to be his reincarnated self, or maybe just one of them. In any case, I had to fight my way through all of these 'low-level' creatures, in order to finally get to them.

When I'd finally caught up to them, we were on the second floor of large room, like a lobby or a main hall. I had become lucid, somewhere during the chase, and was able to take out the mother without much problem - though I don't really remember doing it. The second floor railing had overlooked the first, and we had a short standoff near the banister, where she ended up falling over the railing to her death. The son, I remember perfectly. I'd picked him up by his collar. He'd been trying to stab me, before then, but really didn't pose all that much of a threat to me. I was still following the story line, though, so I felt obligated to get rid of the kid, somehow.

Not wanting to be too morbid about it, I simply tossed the kid off of the second floor balcony as well, compelled to follow him with my eyes, all the way to the bottom. I just wasn't quite sure how my dream would dictate the outcome of his fall. It was quite sickeningly realistic, though, with his neck snapping to one side as he landed headfirst on the first floor, next to his mother's body. My curiosity had been satisfied, but it made me a little remorseful. I didn't have time to dwell on it, though, as more of the creatures from before began to swarm around my position. Following the boy I'd just murdered, I jumped down from the second floor railing and landed on the first floor, bolting from the house, now that my mission had been done.

The last thing I remember while trying to escape is driving backward into a lake, and having to crawl out the window as the car began to fill with water. I don't believe I was lucid anymore, though, by this time.

12/02/2011
Dream One
"Trainhopping"

The first thing I remember is being on an elevated train. It felt kind of like a monorail, in that it was on a single-railed track, and distinctly had that 'theme park' feel to it. Somewhere along our trip, the train malfunctioned. It began to break down and lose speed, but I can't exactly remember the reason why. It was in this moment, when most of the people around me were reacting to the failing train, that I realized I was dreaming. Looking out the window nearest me, I could see another elevated track. Ahead, I could see another train speeding toward us, on the parrallel railing that sat a couple-dozen yards away from ours. Even in this short period of time, I could see that the train was moving insanely fast. It wasn't a regular monorail, but a bullet train. I knew, immediately, that I would much rather be on that train, than the disfunctional PoS that I was on, now.

I levitated in the air and phased through the roof of my train, landing on top of it. I don't believe my train had completely stopped, but it definitely wasn't moving along at full speed. Ahead, I could see the other train nearing us, breezing along on its own, individual track. Both of these tracks sat so far above the ground that I don't actually remember seeing anything but an obscure blur of green fields far below us.

The oncoming train would be passing us soon, so I knew I had to hurry, in order to catch it. While it passed my train, I ran along the length of the roof - from one of the first cars, which I had been in, all the way to the caboose. At the last car, I lept from the train, in a vain attempt to clear the gap between the two of them. Of course, I fell extremely short, and I could feel myself begin to fall toward the ground below us. Again (much like the T-Rex fighting lucid I'd had a few days ago), I had to right myself, while falling. I 'pushed forward', to turn my downward freefall into forward flight, sloppily clearing the gap and just barely making it to the bullet train as it whipped by the failing one that I had been on, moments ago. I grabbed the outside of the train, sticking somewhere between the train's side and rooftop, and then crawled the rest of the way onto the roof. The speed of the train made being on the roof very intense, and I figured it might be better if I made my way inside. So, slinking back around to the edge of the roof, I eased myself over the side of the speeding train, and phased myself through the window, dropping silently inside the train car.

Unfortunately, I don't remember anything after entering the bullet train.

Dream Fragment Two
I faintly remember something about winning a minor argument against my mom, and chasing someone through a nightclub or bar or something, with a pistol.

11/27/2011
Dream Fragment
(This one was kinda all over the place.) I remember some choppy scenario about being in a haunted area of the woods, and exploring tombs while dodging spiritual entitites. Later, the group that I was with had all gone to Disney, and the park was upgraded with all kinds of high-tech rides, that seemed like they should exist in our present time (though I can't remember what all they were). While waiting in some of the lines, I remember that I was able to do these incredibly agile flips and twists over the railings. I got caught up playing around with this acrobatics, and wondering how this was possible, but not able to reach lucidity.

I also recall having a conversation with an old, washed up Veteran, who was pretty jaded and just wasting himself away into nothing, with drugs and alcohol. I'd been talking something with him about how he needs to turn his life around, and stop driving himself into an early grave by just not giving a fuck about anything. (I have an idea as to who this character might have represented, but it's confidential...)

11/29/2011
Dream Fragment
I was in the middle of a sea of peope, standing outside of a very large, quite beautifully-decorated building. The building seemed to have an old, European archeticature, but I got the disctinct feeling that I was in a modern, U.S. city like New York. There was a police blockade that was holding everyone back, and the cops were practically interrogating everyone, before letting them roam about the area. It seems that there was a gigantic gash that had been dug into the middle street. The concrete was split, and the enormous crevice had to be about 100 ft long, and a couple dozen meters wide. The cops had surmised that the crevice was made by someone who had some kind of supernatural power, and they were combing through the crowds, trying to find the person that was responsible for it.

I don't know if they ever found them, though.

Colour Legenda:
Setting| Technique used | Dream (lv1) | Dream (lv2) | Lucid Dream | Notes
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Only remember one fragment, but man, is it awesome or what!?
I'm in a spaceship-type vehicle, and we're being shrunk to cellular size. Then we're fighting off infectious creatures.

..I was a White Blood Cell!! Exactly how AWESOME is that!?

Side note: I have 777 likes...maybe that's what the casino dream was revolving around.

So I'm at this bar/restaurant with a group of people, but there's another group directly next to us with two girls and one guy. The girl I'm next too is talking to me, and we're laughing it up...and basically just hitting off.

She's had a few drinks, and I know I had...but she's like a few away from being gone. Anyway, I head up to the counter and this guy behind me spills his beer....like right after saying something stupid to me. I don't remember if it hits me, or just my shoes, but I don't worry too much about it. The place is closing, and I talk to the chick outside, and she's asking me about myself, and I tell her that I was in the army....I got out and now I'm back in. (apparantly I'm still in the freaking army in my dreams or I just assumed that I was because the area seemed so unfamiliar) I tried getting her number, and she was saying something like I could just go home with her.

She gets in the car with this guy who was with the group, and the other girl tells me to get in with her. I'm like...."are you're sure you're going to take me home?". "I live all the way out in Fort Irwin". She said "yeah". I was still hesatant, and wondering why in the world didn't I get to ride with the other girl. Worst case scenarios started running through my head, and I was just about to say eff it, and go, but I woke up.

DreamLucidAwake

Drawing Practice

It was a false awakening and I had emerged from my parents' bedroom in the afternoon. I was planning on going downstairs into the living room to draw pictures. On my way a woman in an assassin's clothing kicked open the bathroom door and ran down stairs. Although it was never mentioned, I can only refer to her as a goddess. I continued to walk down the stairs and went into the living room. In there the goddess from before was throwing daggers at another goddess wearing white robes. Despite the daggers and light magic flying all over the room, I made my way to the couch where my notebook was. As I was about to start drawing, the white goddess threw the dark one onto my table and it exploded. I then decided to move to the kitchen where I could draw in peace. I drew multiple small objects and then a sketch of a picture of a war general. The picture didn't look like anything fancy or describable. I think the battle managed to find its way into the kitchen and woke me up.

Slap Me Awake

This dream was a short false awakening and a nightmare. It was the middle of the night/early morning and I had awakened to a man jumping into my bed. He got on top of me and held me down. He started slapping me and punching me while speaking insane gibberish. I woke up after about 20 hits or so.

Slap Me Awake II

Same deal as the last dream. A man in dark clothing jumped on top of me as I was sleeping and beat the crap out of me. After just a few hits I suddenly remembered it happening before and became lucid. At this point I took a little more control over the situation and tried pushing the man away. I managed to keep him far way enough so he couldn't attack me. I tried to handle it subtlety by trying to make him dissapear. When I attempted this he gave me a wide eyed stare that seemed to pierce through me. His eyes seemed to be saying "I'm not going anywhere." Between his horrifying stare and the shock of my dream control not working I woke up.

For a few seconds I was in a state of fear after waking. Fear quickly turned into anger because I had allowed it to succeed twice. As I was falling asleep again, I wanted it to try scaring me again.

Slap Me Awake III: The Revenge

It was the same as the last time. Creepy man jumped in my bed and started to attack me. He only got in a couple hits this time before I became lucid once more. This time I decided to do it the old way. I pushed him away from me and kicked him off of my bed and onto the floor. I knelt down, gripped him by the chest, and threw him straight through my bedroom wall. I then opened my bedroom door and walked over towards his body. As he tried to get up, I jumped on top of him and started punching him as he did to me. I then dragged his nearly unconscious body back into my room. Thanks to dream physics, I was able to cram his whole body into my dresser drawer. I woke up shortly after. I had woken up happy and almost laughing at my triumph. Nightmare conquered.

Horse Racing Peter Griffon

It was a pretty short and blurry dream. In the dream I was a black pony on top of a brown horse (big difference). To the left of me was Peter Griffon on top of a similar looking horse. That funny race music started to play and a gun shot went off. I don't really remember much of the race except that I barely won. I tried to a give a thumbs up but then I realized pony's don't have thumbs. Sadly they only have hooves.

Horrible Shoes

Yet another false awakening. I came out of my grandma's bedroom in the middle of the day this time. I sat down with my family to watch some show on tv. In the show there were 3 detectives or police officers and they were discussing a crime. All of the sudden Man 1 took a notice to Man 2's shoes. He said they looked horrible even though they weren't that bad. Then Man 3 pulled out his revolver and shot Man 2 in the foot. Crime against fashion? I was then asked if I wanted to go to Walmart. I didn't have anything better to do, so I agreed. I woke up before I even got out the door though.

End

My dream started off in some type of hotel. Kind of unusual because there was a swimming pool in the bathroom and an unusual shower. (You will find out in a second).

This dream was weird because I thought it was reality and the shower in the bathroom acted as some type WILD device. I would stand in the shower and think of the type of dream I would like too experience and the shower would some how turn "reality" into a lucid dream.

This is how it happened.

(this is semi - lucid)
I was in the shower wanting a lucid dream. Being a 15 year old, I said in the shower, that I wanted to look very attractive and be right next to a hot girl.

The shower surprisingly worked it's magic and got me that lucid dream. I don't remember much after this but I do remember my self looking very attractive and there was a hot girl in a bikini right next to me.

The dream sadly faded and the next thing I remember was me back at the hotel.

(this part right here again is semi - lucid)
I am back the hotel and there is icicles around the swimming pool. I remember my self thinking that if I bring the icicle in the shower with me, it would give me another lucid dream because I had that icicle to look at or something.

That was my weird 20th lucid.

Couldn't remember any dreams last night. Oh well, tonight should be better at least!

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I was Alex Capone haha, And i was a bad ass, i think this worked verywell typing out what you want to dream, I flew in my dream, but decided that it was too korny for the dream i ws creating, so i drove a Z28 Camaro, and i owned wisconsin, i set up roberies, and murders, killing political leaders and claiming my ownership of wisconsin, then eventually america, after this i went for france, took it easy haha, then i eventually took over the world. BUT, after i slid into power i created a utopia of balance and peace. Thug half and peace half. Veryyy helpfull i think to incubate dreams!! im going to do it again tonight. oh well I gotta go to my next class,

</P>eace out
LucidSky

I'm at my school. I'm near the library. There is a whole group of friends in a circle. they are making fun of me so I leave. I walk around into the 1000 building. I walk down the hallway to the end. As I walk into the class I notice that I might be dreaming. I look at my hand and see 5 fingers. I just say "Fuck it I don't need an RC.". I walk in the classroom and sit down. The class is in a different layout. As I'm walking in, I ask my math teacher this question. "Hey, you got any weed?" she says "no" she closed her eyes and shook her head. We spend time going over colors on triangles.

I don't remember what happened but next thing I know I'm walking with Trevor down this road. We're going to his house. I ask him if he has any weed. He shakes his head yes. He takes out of his pocket a bag. Then he takes out some rolling paper. I'm like sweet. I ask him if he has a lighter. He takes one out of his other pocket. I light the joint.

It all went black.

Next thing I know I'm back in the dream but without control. I'm laughing hysterically as I'm walking down the same road. I must have smoked some. We walk down the road and get to his house. We entered the house from the road. We walk into the house it has wooden floors, and there is the dining room table. He has a Christmas tree and his house is two stories. I see his mom and her boyfriend. She is a photographer. Her boyfriend is walking around in some tight pants and shirts both were striped blue. It was awkward. I go outside and it's filled with toys. Some kid comes by and asks for one. I tell him to get lost. I go home and come back the next day.

12/12 monday

Could not sleep last night, finally fell asleep at 4am. Got up at 7am.

Went for a nap (WILD) at 1pm. Fell asleep and had a super short lucid.

I'm in this very large room - looks like a high school gymnasium. I'm shoving someone "look, what I can do" and I levitate a bust of some guy out of the shelf and something else.

I'm floting in the air while I do this and take the person I'm shoving my skills off by shoulder and we rise higher. As I'm flying/floating about, I can hear myself repeating "I'm dreaming".

At the same time, I hear a voice from somewhere deep in my mind wondering, how long it will take "her" to realize, she is dreaming. [As I was falling asleep, I was saying "I'm dreaming"].

I could feel the realization coming and suddenly I knew I was dreaming. Told myself not to get too excited and I almost went to do something, when remembered, that I need to stabilise. So I looked at my hands - they looked normal, they had normal color, I could see the wrinkles - but as I looked, I opened my IWL eyes and that was the end of it.

Dec. 9 Fri
-I'm in a really big mansion - the people are not home. I'm preparing dinner table with someone and chef G.R. is cooking!
-My friend M is sleeping over, we get up very early, my dad is not happy about her, mom made big breakfast

Dec.10 Sat
took GM 4mg + 300mg Choline at 3:45 am
went straight back to bed to try for a DILD - nothing
DR 5:06
Family friend J is visiting, sitting at kitchen table, getting ready for his trip - I bring him a DVD for the trip, so he can watch it when gets bored

Dec.11 Sun - nothing

I was in my living room, on the couch. For some reason a cat (which i don't own) took a swipe at my dog. I said "Stop it Roberto and chased it down my hallway" (Roberto is a kid from school i know who is also interested in lucid dreaming) I then proceeded to go back into my living room. Where did a random reality check and realized i was dreaming. 4 or 5 seconds of lucidity and fade to black.

I need to stop getting so damn excited. Ive had a lucid 4 nights in a row. All with the same outcome!

Fragment 1- I was watching that show good luck charlie. PJ, and his dad where trying to get pj's sisters bedroom/bath room redecorated. She lived in the bathroom, so it was pretty much her bedroom. He wanted to tear something down so he hired people to do it. They ended up tearing down more than he wanted, putting them back by alot.

Fragment 2-I was in a harry potteresque type of town and I've been playing alot of zelda and have been watching alot of skyrim videos sooo.... I walked into a castle and as soon as I walked in there were about 2 or 3 dragons, small ones, in cages. I observed them. I felt like I was supposed to free them for some reason but I ended up trying to kill them instead. There was far more after that i'm sure

Dream 1- I was in a desert and there was a pyramid with pokemon hanging around it. Me and a friend starting messing around and started using action replay, which doesn't work in real life, to fly and get on the pyramid. I even went in it a few times. I could hardly mke out what I was seeing though with all the glitching going on.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I am a young blond girl of good families, but quite rebellious. I have some questionable friends and I do things my family would totally disapprove, like inhaling hairspray whenever things get boring.
I have a friend from school who is not as fortunate as me - she is from a poor family - but I really don't care about social class of a person as long as he/she makes me laugh. We are very close friends and we spend as much time together as possible. She comes by my mansion when my parents are not around, but the butler never opens the gates to let her in - despite my indignation and calling him all the names I can think of - so when she rings the bell, I slide down from my bedroom window to the terrace below and from there to the lawn and run to the gates to let her in. We then have so much freaky fun doing absurd and sometimes dangerous stunts.
She makes me so happy, sometimes I even think I am in love with her.
One day in class I slide a box with a ribbon on top, from under my desk to hers on my right. It's a gift for her and I couldn't wait for the end of the class to give it to her. Unfortunately the teacher - quite a bitch in my perspective - sees it and apprehends the box. She asks me what am I doing and I reply with a defiant smile, showing no remorse, shame or regret. I am always like this: I never, ever, feel or admit, even to myself, that what I do may be wrong. I am that free!
Although I am such a rebel, I am also brilliant and even without any effort, I get good grades. But the only class I truly love is literature and the guy who teaches it is the only teacher I respect and who can get my fully undivided attention. One day almost at the end of the class he talks about some lady writer and reporter with whom I identify a lot. She is Anne something (a big weird germanic name) and I write it down to help me memorize it for when I wake up (didn't work though). He says he'll say more about her in the next class, but I am determined to look for more info about her as soon as I get home.
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Later on, I am already employed. I work at some office, possibly a newspaper or magazine. I arrive about one hour late for work and I try to sneak in without being seen by the boss. My colleagues just shrug their shoulders, nod their heads, but don't say a word. Unfortunately my boss blocks me at the base of the staircase to the upper floor where I have my desk. He looks unpleased, but not extremely enraged, so I say I'm sorry and make up some really bad excuse why I'm late. He says he's tired of my pointless excuses, since I arrive late every single day, they no longer work. I laugh, he's got a point. In that case, why doesn't he just let me go to my desk? He does. Everybody in the office considers me a spoiled brat with no notion whatsoever of responsibilities, but they all love me and forgive me my manners.
A colleague tips me that a certain guy I have a crush on - a navy officer who is, by coincidence, non other than my RL friend Granger - is coming by today to meet the boss, of whom he is a friend. I know he loves me back, but he just can't deal with my rebel, careless attitude, which is just the opposite of him. I see him stepping out of a car, so elegant in his uniform and as he enters he immediately sees me. He hides his true emotions but he flirts with me anyway and I play along, dreaming of the day he might consider me worthy of his true affection.