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Dream I had before that first WILD!!:

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This dream takes place mostly in my Math classroom. I remembered the whole dream when in the dream, the ending is clear, and the earlier parts of this dream are some hazy memories of a vivid dream. All this dream was vivid. There are some friendly happy parts that make me happy even now (no awkward parts like in other dreams) with Joy, Suzie, and a bunch of other friends in my life, but not many people I currently hang out with at school. There is a part where I am asking a question about something - a game or a concept to do with games - and Suzie steps in to help me understand what it is, and I say "ohh!" in understanding.

There are some happy friendly and pretend friendly parts with Lauren, Liz, and Bruce in art class. Some things they say/do get me pissed off a little bit, but I hide it. They ask me something that convicts me of some stupidity or something, I respond in a strong, successfully defensive manner and feel proud that they couldn't argue with that point or something.

After I tell Lauren, Liz and Bruce that I have an appointment (lying). So I am next at the back of the school during last period (art class). I am at a bus stop booth type thing. I am getting paper out of my bag to do something with. Then I remember that today is in fact a half day and last period of the day, so I don't actually need to wait for my bus until school normally ends. Plus if I did, Lauren and Liz etc would discover I lied to them to get away. I think about what could happen if Lauren saw me there when I told them I was going home.

I see Ling while waiting at the back of the school for the bus. We talk a little, she is carrying art stuff. She walks/I walk with her not too far to a road where a car is parked and waiting. Her mom is in the car, and she says hi. I think (and I might've said aloud) "woahh deja vu, I clearly remember a dream so similar to this scenario!" Then Zitian shows up out of nowhere and I'm like "woahh just like that dream I had with Zitian." Then Zitian (and possibly formerly Ling) and Ling or some person are talking to each-other. Ling or some person is sitting on Ling's Mom's car. That person turns into my cousin Diana and I'm like "woah" (just like the dream I had, only without Diana appearing wtf I think in waking life). Anyway, I'm happy she's here and I interrupt their conversation to say hi to my long-lost cousin, in a very friendly and loud voice, and hug her.

In the dream, I was amazed that I could remember that dream in this dream. It was a pretty vivid dream, and Diana's face was completely clear.

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Then I wake up, write it down, have that amazing first WILD

Then I wake up from that first WILD, feel powerful, vital, and alive. Write that dream down, then I go back to bed to try for another WILD

WILDing this time was more difficult, it took longer with more confusion on how I actually did it successfully the first time, and pretty much failed:
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I wake up in my bed again, and either this was real life or a dream, I don't remember because it was a little hazy, but I felt the sleep paralysis. I couldn't move. Once I managed to move, I do a reality check, get excited about being successful again, and wake up. This one was very hazy.
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Then after waking up, I go to sleep normally and have this dream:

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I am in something like a check-in place with my parents, brother, and Kate. Kate and Josef and I are watching videos chronicling their happy memories together or something. These videos have to do with future adventures that we have, where we visit around 7 places and people and take on their challenge or something.

There was a part where Leeroy ran out to the field near the check-in place and we had to go run after him and get him back. My brother and I are chasing him. My brother loses him, and I find him. When I do, I pet him nicely, calm down his sadness for wanting to be outdoors, cuddle with him and then bring him back inside, with pity.
After this part, we visit one of the 7 places. It is a very tall house where you have to go through obstacles, keep your balance, and jump to the other side to ascend it. My brother is with me. We climb the first few floor easily. Then when we get to the extremely high floors, it becomes more difficult. I ask the owners of the place if we could die from this, and they say no. They are a little suspicious looking, but I keep going on. They are a man and a woman, and I think the man is Czech even though we speak English with him. We keep climbing and jumping through the air. There were many close calls, and then there is a part where I need to jump onto a skinny airplane tail, and onto another plane to get to the other side. I'm having a difficult time with my balance, and I am very scared of falling. My brother is watching cautiously, afraid that I will fall too. As I try jumping to the other plane, I can't hold on I lose hold and fall down. My brother is crying and screaming as I fall. I am speechless and motionless, I watch the floors pass by. I don't feel anything physically but emotionally I am seriously shocked and scared that I'm about to die and that I need to say goodbye to everyone, my family, my brother, my mom, dad, friends... When I hit the floor, I don't feel it and blackout.

I wake up back in the check-in place. I slowly open my eyes. I see that I am lying on the floor of the room where we were watching those videos. My brother, Kate, and parents are watching me, sadly. I start tearing up. I don't feel any pain from falling down at such a height, I should've died! We're all shocked to see I survived the event and speechless. Some people are weeping. My vision is blurry, and I don't hear voices clearly.

Next thing I remember about this dream was I was hanging out with my brother and Kate, and my parents were watching us discuss. Leeroy was there too. My brother says that the owners of that place are the culprits. They have committed a crime by having an extremely dangerous house. We plan on how to get them punished. More stuff happened but it's an extremely hazy memory of a fairly vivid dream. Through those parts I was half conscious in the dream due to almost dying and passing out.

My dream:
I was eating cornflakes standing up. I kept seeing bugs, like large moths, in it. End of story.

I stayed up a bit late last night... Just a bit. Got very little sleep, don't remember any dreams. But I do remember one from a week or two ago about a cyclops throwing ninja stars at me. We later had a deep discussion and he decided to turn his life around and stop killing people. What a charming guy.

The dream starts off in my old middle school, I ask my teacher ms. Mcgaw if I can let the students waiting outside in. She says that I can, so I open the door to the classroom and wave them all in.
The classroom has a smart board in the middle of the room and bleachers set up near the door. All of the students find a seat, and I happen to sit next to a pair of cymbals.
(I happen to be a percussionist in real life so this is probably where the cymbals came from)
A African American teacher, looks to be in his forties or fifties walks into the room and begins to teach. He is talking about teen couples that have babies in high school.
I forget the names of the couple who he was mainly focusing on though. As he is speaking my leg whips out and accidentally knock over the cymbals causing a barrage of sound.
Even as I pick the cymbals up and place them back onto the bleachers, they are still making a ringing noise. The noise then stops completely and the man resumes teaching.
After a passage of time the ringing noise appears. The man stops teaching one again and speaks to me.
"Maybe you should go to the main office and get some headphone for those," he suggests.
The dream ends with a view of the main office.

The dream opens with a view of the hole leading out into the world. The camera then slowly pans down slowly rotating. It pans over a mountainous barren and rocky landscape.
In between the splits in the mountains you see darkness. When the camera spins a full 180 the scene comes into view. I am in a wooden carriage moving without the use of horses.
We are speeding down the rocky landscape, almost as if we were fearful of something... and we were. I look behind me and as the camera does a closeup, cartoony looking ants
walking on two legs, in blue suits with golden buttons and hats that look like police hats were speeding towards us. The camera then returns back to normal just as we are about to hit a wall.
The carriage just made it sideways as it screeched to a halt. The ants continue to intercept us. The ants when they come about ten feet away from us stop moving. The camera faces them as they
are hit with our first counter-attack. A glob of golden goo is thrown at the ants and hits them on their feet dead on. The ants try to pick up their feet and move but it is useless. The honey has rendered
their feet useless. Another glob of honey is lodged out, hitting another group of ants also gluing them to the spot. The remaining ants began to retreat leaving their "fallen" comrades behind. Just
as another blob of honey is launched the dream ends.

Had a dream dina and Leo left to watch a movie and Leo and I played d2 all might. We finally got ready for he'd when they got back. I got some Shrew from Michael and Leo and I went downstairs to look. I found a vial of lemon oil and took it for a restful sleep. It made e hallucinate like crazy for a second. Like a drop of dmt. Leo did the same thing and we both laughed. I woke up but something was off. It was pitch black in my room. Where was my window. I didn't move. Kara was talking to me. I walked to the bathroom and played with my hands. Kara came into view saying random things. I left her and visualized more and more. Things became fully stable. I went into leisure room and tried to shoot energy balls at his stuff with no luck. Karas voice came again saying I couldn't do It. It was getting hard to shut her out. She was going to wake me. I gave up and jumped at her. My astral body flew out at her. I still had a chance. I was in some weird black void where I would get in and out of full stability. Kara was still babling about random shit. My back hurt. I could feel my real body. Time to wake.

Was with blake from highschool. We went to get ingredients for a salad. We acted as if we were really good friends and he offered to buy some things for me. I did the same. We were gong to pay but instead just walked out. We walked in silence half of the way and then were a little paranoid about getting caught. He said he saw some employees run for us. blake had a dog and I had baron. His dog pooped and one guy who worked there yelled my name. I thought I was caught but he told me to pick up my dogs poop. I tried to tell him it wasn't mine but he didn't believe me. I picked it up and continued the way to blames. We went to his house and realized we forgot oranges. I went to go get them and returned to make the salad.

So I wake up after the non-lucid dream that I will post next, and write down that dream into my dream journal. I don't want to look at the time, I'm too lazy and excited over this non-lucid dream. Then after about 10 or 15 minutes of excited wake time of writing a dream down, using the washroom, getting extra blankets etc, I feel awake, but not too awake. I go back to bed. I'm like, well it's a coincidence to be waking up in the middle of the night and having this huge impulse to try WILDing again. I take that as a sign. I go back to bed where I WILD. I don't even feel SP, but the vibrations and sounds etc I do feel. I don't see any hypnagogic hallucinations however.

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Then after about 5 minutes, I think I might be in a dream because the vibrations stopped. So I will myself to feel them again just to make sure, and slowly there came on a very strong vibration feeling like normal, and it quickly went away. I said, okay maybe this is a dream now I calmly do a nose RC and it works! I FUCKING FREAK OUT. I quickly sit up in my bed super excited and flipping out. I observe my room which looks exactly like my real life room. I do another reality check. The fact that I can breathe through my fingers is really cool. I don't see anything in my room though, it's very dark. I remember to rub my palms together, it doesn't really do anything to enhance the dreamscape but it feels so damn real!!! Then I notice how my room is still really dark, there should be something lighting it up. The moment that thought comes into mind, I notice some sunlight in the middle of my room, which is actually looking sort of like a mirror or a view of really nice tall townhouses that look similar to this lazy concept art I drew of it:



I'm like, those are really nice houses. Hey, I could make those houses be my neighbourhood now! So I do. I look outside my window, it's not super vivid this part, but I see this new neighbourhood.

Seamlessly, the dream takes me to the back seat of a car driven by my dad, with mom sitting next to him. I am sitting in the middle seat of the back seat. Hannah is sitting right next to me on the left. I say hi. She says hi! I tell her about my successful WILD and how this is all a dream and how sooo excited I am about having my first LD in 2 years, let alone a successful WILD done in 5 minutes after less than a week of practice! I keep ranting about this on and on. She is very interested and is as excited about this as I am. She laughs so much. I do weird sounds with my mouth because I'm having fun freaking out, and she laughs about that forever. Haven't seen her laugh so much before. Then I notice I'm getting a little caught up in the dream reality. I don't notice that I'm letting the dream control the dream, but I'm just ecstatic to be conscious in this dream and that everything is just as real as in real life! I hear the car vrooming, I see the trees passing by outside and everything! My parents aren't talking though. Nobody is talking unless I talk something to them. It's like everyone is much more obviously now, just projections that are much lower than me because I'm the one conscious in my own dream.

Anyway, I have the intent of scanning my surroundings more. I want to observe the trees go by through the window. Seamlessly, and without even being able to notice, Hannah and I switched seats. She watches me intently. Everyone who isn't driving etc is watching me intently, like they find my presence very interesting, or like since I like positive attention in real life, the dream works it out perfectly for me. I watch the trees outside, noticing every detail, every leaf, branch, etc. The trees are too tall and too dense to see the sky. I'm done observing, time to continue to chat excitedly with Hannah. We talk about normal things too, but she is completely find with talking about anything at all. So I talk about this dream again. I am amazed that the feeling of the car is the exact same as in real life. Then I continue to watch things go by outside. I am still aware that this is a dream, but due to my more passive nature, I'm unintentionally letting the dream take me where it wants for now. I see the shape of an elephant in a black bag atop some large machine on a farm. "Hey look, there's elephants on this farm." Hannah looks and reacts the same way I am to it, fascinated, yet bored.

The car stops at a bulk barn looking place that I've seen in another non-lucid dream before. It's my future school, Max the Mutt Animation School in dream form, yet it's not. We walk in. Seamlessly, Hannah and I are now in that high school that Blaine from Glee went to. IT'S SO COOL yet neither of us realize that this school looks like Glee. We explore the area, meet new people, I make a new friend. There's a cafeteria at this school which is also a room where they make awesome motivational speeches and proud speeches about their school. Everyone is wearing a Warblers uniform, or something with the same colour themes. We continue to explore, and I get caught up in the dream.

Then I am at the other version of this school, the version that does not look like glee, but like how I picture an arts college in the dream I guess. I am with my parents this time, and Hannah is off somewhere. I remember, "Oh that's right this is a dream. I can't forget that!" (those are thoughts/out loud thinking). My parents nod their heads. Everyone is quiet and watching me intently, and talkative only if I subconsciously want them to be. Then I think "I haven't fiddled with my surroundings yet, this would be a good time to do that." My parents agree. Everyone agrees. Whatever I say goes.
So the room looks like a plain art room first seeing it without observing it. Then I start to observe my surroundings, and I'm surprised that it's fancier than I thought it was before observing. I close my eyes, think of changing the wall to another colour, open my eyes, there it is. I look at the objects, close my eyes, think of changing them to this, open my eyes, they become this. I change the white marble floor to beige marble, and then a red carpet because I find that a very fancy carpet colour. I change the room to a very fancy art room. I move to the next room.

I want to change the room, but the dream takes me to another place, which is the cafeteria place of the Glee warblers school again. Mom and Dad are there.. somewhere. Hannah is near me, watching me intently once again. There is a band performing on stage. Everyone is watching me intently.

I suddenly feel strange. First I slightly forget that it's a dream again, and I am called to perform a song or something at the microphone, and I feel a little heavy, and I collapse. Everyone, my parents, Hannah, are surrounding me trying to get me to wake up. In that state, I tell myself, well this is just a dream. But what if the extreme vividness and realisticness of the dream causes me to get stuck in the dream because my mind can't distinguish if I'm awake or not? I push those worries aside. I know that if I wanted to wake up, I would because I could. For now I still want to enjoy this dream, and I am amazed at how long this dream has lasted already. It felt like hours has gone by.

Then some other stuff happens that I can't exactly grasp. Then I wake up in my bed again. I think, holy crap what an awesome dream OMFG I WILDed!!! And then my mom comes into my room, and puts up a poster of the bulk barn-looking max the mutt animation school. It's a halloweeny poster. She puts it up right across my bed so I can see it. She asks me if this is okay, I say yes. Then I realize, but wait, didn't I just wake up? I do an RC. Holy crap I'm still dreaming!!! OMFG what a looong dream and super realistic omgosh okay.

I rub my palms together once again, and observe my room. The sun is rising. There is a fat girl sitting next to my bed. I think, what is she doing here? Then I think, oh maybe I could use her for sex in this dream. Then I think, then again, other stuff is more fun to do in a dream.

Then I wake up again. I do an RC. I'm still dreaming. Holy crap! I think to myself. Then I try to think of a place I could go to. I remember, oh that's right, I'm obsessed with Tron! Let's go there! I imagine the scene where Sam enters the grid. I don't place it in my surroundings though, I imagine it, and nothing happens. The imagination is as vivid/not vivid as in real life, so this will have to go into my theory again. I remember that the way it worked before was that I played with my surroundings to get there. I was about to, and then...


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I wake up. HOLY MOTHER FUCKING SHIT I think to myself, and then go on the computer to write my dream.

I remember being in some huge gym, and climbing up this wall along a chain. This thing had to be at least 40 feet high. I was supposed to get all the way to the top to a window ledge, and then shimmy from it to the next window ledge. i got all the way up to the top, and started thinking "what if I run out of strength". Then everything else started pouring through my mind. How can I get down quickly with out falling, will I even make it down, would making across just be easier...etc etc etc.

My heart started racing, and I felt my blood pressure rising...all of a sudden I'm back on the ground. I started explaining all of this to someone in a FA, and then I found myself running through irradiated soil in bare feet. There are other parts of the dream I'd rather not mention or remember.

My alarm didn't go off for WBTB. I tried MILD as I fell asleep. No LD.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, I moved, and opened my eyes. Luckily, right after I remembered DEILD, so I'm making progress. Also this morning when I was just drifting in and out of sleep, I was actually keeping my eyes closed, and not moving, but I didn't enter sleep paralysis. I think this is because I wasn't going into REM.

I know I had dreams, but silly me didn't write anything down to remind myself in the middle of the night. It was one of those things where you're in that dream logic state of mind where you think that everything that happens in the real world follows this weird rule that doesn't exist. I thought that if I wrote stuff down, I wouldn't ever dream again.

Just one of those days.

I am gong to start with a short introduction. Hi I am TwinklefairyTUTU (not "tut") and I am 21. I have not had fully lucid or vivid dreams. I have had some dreams where I realise I am sleeping and change one thing then go back into it. Well... actually i had one that I drifted in and out of knowing and then started controlling near the end. It took some effort to change things but I guess i did. I would however like to start off by sharing a non-lucid dream. It is a dream that has been in my head forever. The most vivid dream I have had and the only one in which I can remember every detail. I could not forget about it so i wrote it as a short story. I had planned on turning it into a ong story but did not get far. I have a lack of motivation, confidence and inspiration. Anyways, it is written in the form of a story so it may seem false but every detail is correct in refards to my dream. I hope you like it. I believe the only difference is that it is told in third person and I gave the runner a name, sort of. In my dream I was the runner and it was first person however I did not have an identity. Oh! and in the end of the dream I was a camera in the sky staring at bloody tire trails and such on the road. I decided to leave that out.


I call it. endless Halls.
He reached the top of the short vertical section of the vent. A small spot of blood sat near the top corner after his head beat off of the top and he landed on his feet. He did not have time to care about the gash which just opened up on the top of his head. The teenage boy continued to run through the large-dark vent, without looking back. He could not hear his pursuer, but could sense his presence. The boy felt a change of density in the floor and put his hands in front of him right before hitting a wall. He was in a hallway. The terrified teenager pushed away from the wall and headed down the corridor as his eyes slightly adjusted to the darkness and he could tell where the walls were. He ran past closed doors and barely missed multiple small tables. The boy took many turns in this seemingly endless and empty building.
The number of residents in this hellish building was well known to be very large by all of those inside but kept secret from all outsiders. No one from the outside world had any clue what went on inside this building or what the kids inside had to deal with. Many scared children and teenagers sat behind the hundreds of doors. Many, too disturbed to sleep and most , too scared to lay awake. Two-hundred-twelve, was what the boy had been used to answering too. It was the number on his room door. All of these things raced through his head as he raced down the hallway, along with questions. “What do I do? What happens when I get to the end? Is anyone ever going to find out and help?” He knew that his master would be angrier then ever before when he was caught and he knew that more than one person was willing to catch him. What he did not know was if he would survive what they would do to him.
Around the next turn sat several young children. A boy and girl were on one side of the hall and another boy on the other. There was a small table on both sides but still room to run between with no problem. The lonely boy sat, huddled against the side of the table, facing away from the direction of Two-hundred-twelve.
On the other side of the hall the girl was also crying. “I’m scared. We should go back.”
The second boy held her hand tight and led her forward as they constantly looked around. “I can’t. I’m scar…” His eyes widened. “Shh.” He dropped to the ground behind the table close by and pulled the girl to him. He stuck his face into the wall and stayed tight into the corner as the footsteps got closer. He held little doubt that the darkness would not hide them, but was still covered with fear. The teenage escapee bolted passed them and they froze in fear.
Two-hundred-twelve had no idea where he was heading but he took even more turns. “These hallways can’t really be endless. I have to come to something else eventually. I think I have been all over this floor before and it has some other areas. Yes!” He could see light peeking around the next corner and followed it. The hallway grew brighter as he got further and the white end finally opened up into a large room.
The room was well lit with all white surfaces and many tables. This white cafeteria had a straight wall along the right which led to a ramp to another eating area only a few feet lower. A beautiful woman in the lower area noticed the boy as he sprinted between the tables toward the rounded ledge along the left.
“Hey.” The woman screamed a simple alert and the boys master emerged from the hall behind him. Two-hundred-twelve vaulted over the rail and landed hard on the lower area.
“Stop him!” His master followed his exact trail. The boy began to feel hope and jumped onto and over the first two tables. The woman’s hand barely missed his foot and she grunted as her gut hit the second table and she watched him escape.
Two-hundred-twelve could not help but let out a small smile as he stared through the glass wall ahead of him and into the dark city. He could see the rooftops of some of the largest buildings in the city. They were very high up.
The master yelled as he attempted to reach his target but missed by several feet. “Stop!”
Two-hundred-twelve lowered his head and covered with his arms, embracing himself for the next step. His feet push off the floor and the smash echoed through the room and nearby halls. He removed his arms and stared at freedom, hundreds of feet below. The streets were fairly busy in this part of town even in the middle of night. The black-velvet road was in his direct path and he suddenly felt fear. “Oh no. This the end, The painful end…” then his smile came back, “This is the end. The painless end.” Only freedom existed in the boys body as it smashed into the road and over an oncoming car, which skid to a stop.
The smashed window was to high to notice from the streets and the master stared down at the scene. “Damn.” His handsome face was covered with anger. He needed to be in control and this time he was not, He made it clear that he did not like this, and his other subjects would pay for it. Kids were secretly watching from the nearest dark areas in the hallways and they knew things would get worse for them. They watched in fear and jealously as they attempted to create their own plan.
“Get this fixed right away.” The master removed his glare from the roads and walked away. The audience scattered and retreated back to their rooms as quickly and quietly as possible.

I was sitting in a class room at my school when i realized the black kid from victorious was next to me. i got all happy cause i watch that show (lol) we kinda talked for a while. he then pulled out his phone. this phone was HUGE looked like a mini computer. i couldn't read any of the words of pictures on it. he then wanted my number. i got all stoked so i typed my name in and my number. then i walked in to this other room were Victoria justice was at. i tried to talk to her but she thought i was just some creep. so i went back into the other room. i sat back down in my seat but the black kid was about to watch some thing about mw3. i looked at the screen and now i was in some place ive never seen before. i was in a warehouse place and i was sitting down. then these 2 guys came out and were shooting at this alien thing. i stood up and walked over to the dead alien. it looked like a squid or something like that. i walked out of the ware house and that black kid was with me now. It felt like a video game now. so we walked down this road for a while and hid from some trucks and what not. then i thought i needed a weapon. i saw a cop car driving really slow. i ran fast towards it. he stopped and got out. but i jumped on him and took his tomahawk he had and sliced him up. i looked over and saw a army truck release some lions after us. me and the kid took off into the forest ahead. after running for a little we stopped in this little picnic area. there were a few people there. i saw a truck and wanted to drive it. i walked towards it but the owner was sitting down close by with a gun. i remembered i had the tomahawk and got it and was gona throw it but for some reason i couldn't. so i just charged at the guy. he tryed to shoot but missed. i tryed to stab his belly but the tomahawk is now a just a little knife that is broke. he had my in a choke hold now. he was trying to shoot my head and thats when i realized i was dreaming.after telling my self i was dreaming i just stood up and the guy sat there. i told my self i was dreaming a couple more times. things started to get blurry so i rubbed my hands together and things were back to normal. i turned around and there was now a big nice truck behind me. i hoped in and started it up. i drove around a little drifting it and what not. then i saw my friend again riding a bike looking pissed. i asked whats wrong and he didint say anything. then i remembered i always wanted to drive a wrx sti in my dreams so i tried to spawn one up and failed. i tryed again and failed.i was now at a shopping center somewhere, i dont know how i got here but i knew i was dreaming but couldn't try to control anything. i was still looking for a wrx. i was by this skate boarding shop looking in the parking lot and saw off to the right there was a ton of cops doing something i got scared if i stole a car they would catch me then i told my self i was in a dream and all was good. these two guys came out and asked what i was doing and i said looking for a car to drift around. the said foolw me so we went to this other store and walked in the back and one guy said here ya go and there was a w wall of just car parts. i told then i need a car not the parts and he said ohh and we all started to walk out then i turned around to one of the guys and asked him if he knew what lucid dreaming and he said yea. then i said well were all in my dream right now. he stopped and was like OHHHHHHHH and then i walked out of the store. i looked thought the parking lot for the wrx or any car i can drift at this point. then i saw a nice Porsche like car and ran over to it but i couldn't run now. i didnt know what to do. thats when i lost lucidity. i just stood there looking at the car then a black guy gets in it and i was all pissed and then he drives off. but the sounds the car made sounded like a little kid then i saw a huge blonde hair kid with goggles on make a car noises then i woke up.

Next time i have a lucid dream i want to practice some dream control.

WILD,very long, LD vibrations hit me, and I get up, find myself in my house dreaming, Everything is dark and I start to freak out thinking the dream is gonna end, but I stabilize by touching things and looking around my house. I look for my air soft gun and its been changed in that it has a really long barrel, and it shoots out paintballs which I shoot at my window. I leave after walking around and checking some stuff out. Then I walk out and try to fly, I have struggled with free flight before, only being able to use the pull method, and it didn’t work any better this time etiher. I instead go look for my school, and on the way, I end up at some park which is supposedly behind the school, where one of my friends hangs out a lot. I see a whole bunch of people I know from my school here, yet its not really my school. Then I get angry that this is a lucid dream and I’m not doing anything exciting and still not able to to fly properly. I yell out, if this is a dream, I can fly if I want to, flight is possible!! And I jump to the air looking at something and it actually works and I go to the top of a building. The only problem is, I go way to high instead of flying forward (which is something I need to work on). to get to the top of the building, I had to literally fly so high that I was on the edge of the world, and I walked upside down over to the building and let myself fall onto it. I end up getting inside some guys truck and I lose a little bit of lucidity but not completely. He brings me into some kind of game show on the truck but the truck has 3-4 floors on it and I have to fight him on the first floor, which I do and easily beat him but on the second floor I have to beat his two sons, but they are already dead. On the last floor is his tied up wife, I free her but she starts yelling at me or something, at this point I realize im wasting time so I get up and leave. Now im in a mall/store area, looks kind of like some part of future shop and I quickly regain lucidity. I try to do a kamehameha wave, and it actually works!!, I say the words, and see a blue wave of energy develop in my hands, and I blast it at 2 people who start tripping and smile and laugh, happy that I have learned this sacred technique. However, an asian man in his late 40’s with spiked hair was also there, and his kamehameha wave was much better than mine. He had the blue electricity coming out of his hands, and when he shot the blast out, it would actually be visible, whereas mine would be almost translucent and only a wave of clear blue energy. I leave the store and have a false awakening sort of deal inside a car with a man and a woman. I’m relaxed and calm, until one of the women says, “if this whole thing he experienced was a dream, that means this whole thing is still a dream!!” I RC excitedly, see that I can breathe through a pinched nose and I leave the car, start flying over neighbourhoods and looking at people. My flying is free, not a pull method like I had to use before (which I hated) however I go up way more than I go forward which needs to be fixed. I flew up to a window of a family that was watching tv, and I tapped on the glass to annoy them but they didn’t seem to interested in the fact that there was a guy flying behind their window 3 stories above the ground. I fell to the ground softly, it didn’t hurt at all, and then I took off into the neighbourhood once more, and woke up soon after.

October 27, 2011

I attempted a WBTB and WILD last night, but I had no luck. My dream was really vivid and I was a bit lucid, although I didn't do anything to control my dream.

I was on my high school's football field with someoene who was supposed to be my professor and a boy I'll refer to as Clive. Clive had been heavily bullied all throughout his life, and I was his only friend. Clive and I were part of an advanced robotics program at my school (which we don't have ), run by the professor, and we had just completed a prototype of some sort of robot. It wasn't a big deal or anything, but the school seemed to think so. They were all cheering like crazy in the stands, and it felt really good.

When we went to demostrate our robot, Clive hooked it up to his IPad, which held the program we were to run. But when he did, the small contraption began to grow and expand and become gigantic. (I'll post a drawing of it later.) Clive stepped into a compartment in the robot, and began to take control of it. "This is for all those years!" he screamed, and began plunging the robot's arms into the crowd and killing people.

It was mass hysteria as the many students and teachers, fearing for their lives, flooded out of the field. I was running with my friends Sam and Miriam, and we paused by a swing set to take a breath. But when we turned around, Clive was nowhere in sight. A small group of teachers, students, and other random DCs who were still alive gathered around a swing set (Lol wut? Swing set at a high school? ) and were trying to figure out what to do. My professor said that if I wanted to stop Clive, I would have to wipe his IPad. I dashed back to the field, and stole the IPad, but Clive had installed a new program. The robot grew even larger, and was now about three times the size of my house.

I was sprinting for my life, but stupidly hadn't taken off my backpack, and noticed my cross-country coach's son Mike, who graduated two years ago, running down the street towards a college. I followed him, with Clive and the robot on my heels. Some random DC stopped me and asked why I was running. This sort of made me aware I was in a dream, but just barely. I shoved him aside, and he was killed by the robot.

Once I was inside the college, Mike stopped me. "Ben," he said. "You need to get back to the school so you can wipe the IPad on one of the computers. I can buy you some time, but only a bit." He took my hoodie and backpack, and put them on. "Finish what I've started Ben!" he shouted as he ran out the back door. Clive began to chase him, and I watched in vain as Mike was ripped apart by the robot's claws. "What?!" Clive screamed. Realizing his mistake, he turned around, but I was already halfway there. Then, my dream began to fade, and I woke up.

Analysis: I've been playing Professor Layton recently, so that explains Clive and the robot. I had my last cross-country meet yesterday, and I did very well, earning a medal and improving my personal record by twenty-six seconds. Mike was one of the best runners on the team two years ago, so I think that it meant that I should continue to run in the years to come, since I like the sport and am pretty good at it.

Category: Barely-Lucid Dream

Lucidity: 3/10
Clarity: 8/10
Length: 5/10
Enjoyment:6/8
Overall: 5.5/10

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

A view of some area almost like a tarmac, though with no visible airport. A building more like an apartment complex stood off in the distance and to the left. Some structure like the shelter for a train stop was in the foregroung.

On the concrete ground lay four or five people, living or dead, face down. They all seemed to be adult men. They weren't wearing any shirts, and their pants looked like pajama pants. The men were all really skinny and pale.

A military man, a white man in a green, official-looking uniform and a round, hard helmet, stood at the right end of the row of bodies. Two soldiers stood on the left end. The two soldiers may have been holding up another one of these emaciated men. The man probably wasn't old, but his face looked old.

The soldiers let the man go. The leading military man told the man that if he complied, he'd be let go, so that he shouldn't be afraid, and he should just lie down by the rest of the men.

As the man did this, the leading military man may have shot him in the stomach.

A narrator's voice came on saying that during the years of (World War Two?) this was the way of life for many male college students in America. They would be taken to these camps and put through all kinds of torture. They'd be promised freedom, but it would only lead to more torture.

There were now scene of military people driving around on this tarmac-like area in civilian 1970s-style cars. The military people would drive over camp inmates who had been laid down on the road. The inmate's emaciated bodies would generally split right open.

One scene showed how at least the top half of an inmate got caught in the back right wheel-well of one car, or actually got stuck to the wheel itself, so that it was just thudding along with the car.

The narrator's voice said that these camps had all been part of a CIA mind control experiment. Part of the experiment had been to see how much the prisoners could take. But the main part was to see how far they could brainwash the soldiers to do any cruel, or even absurd, thing.

Another scene showed soldiers in some green-walled area that looked partly like an airplane hangar or garage and partly like a 1950s-style diner. A leading military man stood off to the right. A row of prisoners lay on the ground. And two soldiers stood over the prisoners.

Again, the prisoners may have been dead, but I could't tell. The two soldiers were pacing back and forth, pointing vanilla ice cream cones at the prisoners' backs.

The soldiers were acting like they had convinced the prisoners that they were only going to threaten them with the ice cream cones as long as they played along. But they really were going to shoot them. Or the soldiers may possibly have thought they really had guns, while they only had ice cream cones.

Dream #2

I was out with somebody else in a grassy clearing in the wilderness. We were doing something like consulting somebody about getting the person's car fixed. It seemed like this was going to take a while, so I decided to go for a walk.

I walked down a small slope on a dirt path. The path was well maintained and smooth. The soil was a pleasant shade of brown. On either side of me was tall, deeply green grass with some glimmers of orange or tan grass. To my left the land sloped down a bit. To my right, it sloped up a bit. It was late afternoon, and the sky was silvery-blue, getting dim.

For some reason I looked behind me, as if I'd expected to see something. I did. A deer seemed to be peeking its head out from the tall grass. Either I'd startled it or it wanted to cross the path but was waiting until I was no longer looking at it. The deer's head was huge -- like the deer was twice as big as a normal deer.

Either this deer or another deer now walked out onto the path and slightly up the slope. This deer was normal sized. But her coat had traces of green and orange in it, as if to help her blend in with the grass. And she had a huge cone coming out of the back of her head. The cone looked like the rest of the deer's body, but it was as big as a giraffe's neck!

I turned around and continued walking along the path. The slope up to my right was pretty gentle, and I could just see over it. It appeared that there was a road just past the slope. On the other side of the road a group of animals stood just at the edge of a dense stand of trees.

These animals looked at first like deer to me. But they were a bit too big-bodied. I then assumed they must be elk. But their coats were largely white, with cloudings and splotches of red-brown fur.

The slope seemed much steeper now, so that it was much harder for me to see the "elk." It seemed like the elk wanted to cross the street, but that they were afraid to cross while I was around.

I called to the elk in a high, kind of motherly voice, hoping that would make them less afraid. But I then felt that if they felt threatened by my heightened activity, they'd stampede.

I felt like they might stampede anyway, so I was trying to get past this area quickly. But I didn't know how wide this herd was -- herds of elk could be huge, I thought. It was also getting harder for me to walk.

For a moment I thought I would get off the path altogether, go up the slope so I could see how many elk I was dealing with. But the path had become a trench, kind of difficult to get out of. I worried that the elk would stampede and trap me in the trench, trampling me to death.

I thought I had to get out of this trench right away. But now the trench had gotten even deeper, maybe 4 meters deep, with flat-vertical walls. There was no way I could get out. But I thought the narrowness of the trench might now save me: the elk might just jump over.

Dream #3

I was walking through some kind of gigantic warehouse. The warehouse had tons of rooms. The rooms were all huge, like aisles ina big box warehouse, like a Sam's Club. There were shelves, all filled with both boxes and clear, plastic containers. The boxes and containers were all about a meter long and half a meter wide and deep.

I knew that every resident in an apartment complex was being moved out. They were all probably being moved to another specific apartment complex. Each resident (i.e. every person in each household) had been given one cardboard box and one clear plastic container. Everything each individual wanted to take had to fit into his two containers.

For some reason I imagined a litte, Mexican girl and her brother running happily around their house, figuring out what stuff they wanted to take with them.

All the families were now packed up. The boxes were all in the storage area. And at some point all this stuff would be moved to the new apartment complex.

I walked around a bit, looking in through the sides of the clear, plastic containers. I didn't see anything of interest. The boxes and plastic containers had all been set really haphazardly on the shelves. Some of them weren't even set right side up.

Dream #4

A young, blonde boy with slightly tanned skin was in some place like a warehouse or factory. The boy had kind of warped himself here. He had discovered a time machine, which wasn't exactly a time machine, but something more like a dimensional warp machine.

The boy had warped himself into a dimension like earth, concurrent with a different time on earth, but with some different physical laws. But the boy was using the physical laws here to help change things for the better in his own dimension.

But the boy was slightly worried. It seemed like some of the stuff he was doing here to benefit his own dimension was actually hurting this dimension. But, then, he didn't seem to care. He took a kind of troublemaker attitude and revelled in messing things up.

The boy ran around the factory. There were rows of boxes, huge pipes, vats, and other mechanisms. There were also some kind of mechanical pits that the boy would occasionally jump into and out of.

The only effect I could see the boy having on this place was that whenever he acted with "too much energy," he left bright green and bright pink tracers or shadows or silhouettes of himself in the area. Sometimes these tracers were slimy. But these tracers had the effect of tearing through reality. This could destroy both this and the boy's dimensions.

There was then another scene, unrelated to the boy. I don't remember anything about it.

The scene then returned to the factory the boy had been in. The boy was no longer there. He may now have been a man. But the man had gone back to his own dimension. A woman remarked that the man could, however, accidentally be brought back to this dimension, which would be dangerous for him.

The woman, some kind of Xena-like Amazon Queen, now stood in a blue, temple-like room with a man who sort of looked like an evil wizard. The two stood before a wall that had sloping-up shapes in them, like the upward sloping of a huge organ. In the center of this was a round, dark doorway. This was a "time machine."

The woman and the man spoke about how it was good that the humans had decided no longer to use the time machine. As they spoke, the view of them became a view from a television screen.

My view was in a dark living room. It seemed to be backing and backing away from the screen, until it was finally in my body again. I was sitting on the floor, with my back against a couch. The couch may have had a plushy, pale beige fabric. But it may have been covered over with a white sheet.

I was now sitting up on the couch. My old friends R and L were laying together on the top edge of the couch, leaning against the wall against which the couch was set.

L (a woman) commented that she thought it was good that the humans and the people from the other dimension were learning how to cooperate using the time machine technology.

R (a man) said, "No way! If I were the people from the other dimension, I'd act like a Mock (or Lock), like in the book The Time Machine! I'd just act like a beast to that time machine, and bam! bam! break it up!"

As R said "bam! bam!" he slammed his arm down twice on my face. He slammed my nose really hard, leaving it hurt and stinging.

I was about to yell, "What the hell are you doing?" But I calmed down immediately. I knew if I yelled, R would just act like he didn't know why I was so mad.

I turned around to R, who was wrapped up to his face in a white sheet with L. I got right in his face and very calmly said, "I know you meant to do that. You meant to hit me in the face. You meant to be an asshole."

R very calmly looked at me. He said, "You're right. I did mean to do it to you. And you know what? From this day on, I'm just going to be a terrible person to you."

I said, "Oh. Okay." I knew I was living here with R and L. So I figured I'd have to get out of here as soon as possible, hopefully even by the coming day.

I started working through my thoughts, while still looking at R, trying to figure out how I could get rid of everything I didn't need, and how to move everything I needed as efficiently as possible.

I couldn't believe how young R looked, as young as he looked when I first met him, sixteen years ago!

My sleep schedule the past few nights has been weird and so my recall hasn't been all that great as a result. Last night I finally remembered a dream again in spite of a lack of a normal amount of sleep.

1) The dream began fairly realistically with life as normal. But then suddenly I watched as my brain generated pages and pages of text spontaneously. I wasn't fully lucid, but I understood that I was asleep well enough to be impressed. I didn't take the time to read through everything, but what I did read made sense. A DC told me that I was reading my next dream at its base level, but that I had two other choices besides this first, basic option. It and one other DC created a variation on the first dream, leaving me with three slightly different dreams to choose from. I tried out both of the DC's variations, but found them to be very dark and creepy; as soon as things proved they weren't turning for the better, I left those dreams and went to the normal one. It was the best of the three.

Dream Signs: highly unusual events, being around people

Kinda weird if you ask me. It's like my brain was telling me the best dream is the unaltered dream...almost as if it was kicking against full lucidity. Hmm....