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This is a bit of an embarrassing dream but I put it down to being sick these last few days and having bad diarrhoea.

Not sure how the dream starts but remember having to travel to some place, but could feel as I was walking along that I was shitting my pants. I reached in with my hands to chuck out the worst of it, but still felt dirty and uncomfortable. Came accross a river/lake/sea and took the opportunity to jump inwith my clothes on and clean myself up. Once done I carried on to my destination only for the shit to start over again.

10.20.2011/Non-Lucid
I dreamed I was joining the US Air Force. I was in a room with a lot of strangers, almost like a kind of waiting room for a train station, about to leave for either training or some kind of active combat. I was wearing a green uniform and looking at my military ID card in my wallet when I realized I didn't want to do this - I was doing it to impress a girl, I think. I started to reverse my dream, watching earlier sequences go in reverse like a movie being played backwards. I wasn't aware it was a dream, I just knew I could undo my life at that point. I stopped just before applying for the Air Force, and I don't remember doing anything besides before the dream ended.

I dreamed of my father last night. I was so happy to see him. At the time it made sense that he was alive. I hugged him and cried. We saw a beautiful mountain scene and I told him we should go there, or Unicoi (where we went when I was a child) for a last chance to enjoy and not argue. He said OK.

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I was with an old fling SB. She was playing with her underwear in a way that showed herself. I started playing a game with her where I pulled her skin. It allowed me to reveal her more and touch her where I wanted. It was really nice, but I woke up after a few times touching her.

A house in the woods, the house is tall, made of wood, it´s like a church, the house is painted white and has a dark look.

I was living at the old apartment I used to live in, and my dad (who currently lives in Brazil) was there too. For some reason I was back in high school, and it was the early morning where I usually got a ride from my parents. Well this time I wanted to drive myself, so I asked my mom if I could drive myself.

When I got outside, there was a Carolina blue taxi van outside (that was apparently my friends) and I decided to drive that instead, and even thought about having fun with it later by giving people rides. I got in and started driving down the hill to street level. Well, as I was almost at the bottom, I was hitting the brake but it didn't seem to be working, so I had to maneuver the car in a way that I wouldn't need to stop. I was able to make it up the street, but then I decided that I NEEDED the brakes to work, so I started messing with the car and then somehow ended up hacksawing the entire car to the point where there were pieces of it everywhere. I was really confused. I was on the side of the road when an old man walking his dog saw me and was wondering how the hell I'd accomplished what I did. I was telling him what happened and stuff, and then we started to look for the biggest pieces of the car. We went up the road to the neighborhood again and started finding pieces of the bumper, and then on the way back, there was news teams there reporting the incident.

I started to go up the road a little bit more and found the entire front bumper and the headlight and tail light, to which I was saying I can sell on eBay for $300 so that I could pay my friend back for the cab which I completely destroyed.

I think after I destroyed the car, I kept trying to wake up in the dream, and it felt EXACTLY the same as trying to wake up in waking life. e.g. it wasn't working!

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I'm laying on my side beside a few friends and a television set. Next to the television there are several cases of nitrous oxide that seem to appear almost out of thin air. I grab one and so does my friend, pull the trigger, and inhale. We lock eyes. She's follows my every action. I now notice the dimness of my setting as I set the canister beside me and the gas leaks from its nozzle: a bland looking apartment building living room. There is a sense of bleak hopelessness, but not overwhelmingly and it's definitely comes with a drag of content. I warn my companions not to smoke or light a match while the gas is fogging the vision between us.

Suddenly, I get that feeling you get when your tooth is about to get pulled. Sure the giddy lightheadedness from the nitrous, but more so the overwhelming feeling of being strapped to a chair. There is a detached chattering in the back of my head. I realize I'm dreaming, only I'm still stuck. I realize after a moment of struggling that I'm stuck in a transitional state between waking and sleeping. The chatter is the sound of my professor's voice pulsating through my bedroom. I wake up, realizing what a failed attempt this was at laying in bed and still trying to pay attention to my online class.

This one has more false awakenings than I've ever had, so it's hard to keep straight!

I was hanging out with Stats and the rest of the Bridgies. I poked Stats on the nose, and I made her blush. I was excited by that. Then, I found out my mom was a serial killer based through Facebook. She was blonde, and was keeping the stuff she used to kill people in the room next to me. I eventually got so freaked out by the whole thing that I 'woke up' with a false awakening.

The first thing I thought was that I was disappointed the thing with Stats was a dream. But I was glad my mom wasn't a serial killer. As usual when I wake up, I performed a reality check, holding my nose. But I only held one nostril, so I figured the fact I could breathe was based on that. Then I believe I tried to go to sleep. Either that or I tried to WILD. Either way, when I closed my eyes, I saw extremely weird things so I thought I could do another reality check. I tried the nose again. Once again, I could still breathe. I thought about how weird it was, then I realized it was because I was dreaming!

I was so excited, I jumped out of bed. I looked around the room, which was really dark. It kept switching between looking like this big Victorian bedroom and the one I'd fallen asleep in. The bed was large and wooden and ornate. Slink sat up and asked me if I was still going to try to sleep/WILD. He reminded me that my mom was still in the next room (from the dream before.) That part scared me, and I got sucked back into the dream plot again. Slink managed to convince me to climb back into bed, but I kept thinking about how weird it was that my mom was blonde. Then I remembered I was dreaming, and I thought, "No way, I'm not letting this change slip by!" So I jumped back to the other side of the bed, where the door was.

I looked at my hands, which looked normal. I focused on them, then rubbed them because even then I could feel myself losing awareness. As I rubbed them, it was like everything came into view. I could see things much more clearly, including the door in front of me. It had been closed, but as I rubbed it opened, and I really looked at it. I was astonished by how real it looked! It was exactly like I wanted! I was really lucid! I started to rub the door on both sides, determined to keep my awareness. Then I thought, "What now?"

I remembered that I wanted to do the Task of the Month (trick or treating) so I tried to make the door take me to the house I imagined trick or treating at. I kept having trouble opening it, and when I did it was just a really dark room beyond it. So I tried spinning. I thought about where I was going, and spun hard. My vision went black and I felt myself falling. After a minute, I still didn't see anything, but I worried I was going to wake up... so of course I did. I had another false awakening. I was very upset that I had spun myself out of the dream.

After that I don't remember, but I didn't wake up for another few minutes.

I had a super long Lucid dream again last night. So that's good. I seem to be picking up again on the lucid dreaming. It was anothe WBTB. And is one of the rarer times where I let the dream sort of take me along.

Lucid Dream:

The first thing I remember in the dream was being in a large body of water. I was swimming, I think. I saw two boats in front of me. I went over their wakes and enjoyed the bouncing motion. I then decided to surprise the drivers of the boats by speeding up and catchin up with them. So I did and came up right between them when they were quite close. I remember one driver (a nice looking man) looking at me in amazement. I smiled back. I decided to really surprise them by suddenly taking off into the sky.

At some point here I was lucid, although I don't remember the exact moment.

It took me a couple of tries, but soon I was flying up and above the boats and up into the sky. We were close to shore at this point and I could see a resort right there on the beach. I knew the boat drivers were going to the resort. I wanted them to find me again. So I decided to hang out there and wait for them.

There were many patios and terraces. I wandered around. I passed several pools and saw some hot tubs. I wanted to get in a hot tub. I was sure that the warm water would keep me lucid, and I didn't want to lose lucidity until after I found the drivers. Each of the hot tubs I came to had people in them. Some hot tubs were small and had a couple in them. But there were at least two big hot tubs--but these were full of kids or teenagers. I finally decided to just squeeze in a hot tub. After all, these weren't real people. But each time I came to one with a couple, it just felt weird to get in. I decided that I would get into one of the big ones. I came to an upper level where I remembered there being the biggest hot tub. But it was just crowded with boys about 12-14 years old.

Suddenly I remembered a thread I had just read that day on Dreamviews about weather, and how a lot of people have no interesting weather in dreams. I looked up toward the sky (there was a shade covering over the pools, but I could see out past it toward the ocean). I could see many grey clouds. I decided to help it rain. I asked the boys by me in the hot tub if they would like it to rain. Several said, "Sure". So I concentrated on the grey clouds and made them swirl bigger and blacker. Then I focused on making rain come down. I finally saw something come out from the clouds. It wasn't rain, though. They were flowers. A whole bunch of small black flowers. Could there be anything cooler than making it rain black flowers??

I then decided that I would just get in a pool. Maybe the cold water would be better for lucidity. On the way down to a lower level, I kept running my hand along the iron rail posts. I felt that the bump bump bump against the side of my hand would be good for that physical sensory that keeps me in a dream.

I came to the pool and started taking my clothes off. I knew I had my blue swim suit on under. I seemed to have on several layers of clothing and it was taking longer than I wanted to get undressed. Then Jeff was there and he started talking to me. I told him how I was trying to stay lucid. Part of me wondered if I was talking to him in real life and that he would think it was cool that was was actually lucid dreaming.

Then I got in the pool. The water was neither hot or cold. I swam to one end. I saw a man and a little boy. The boy had sand all over his hair. He was black and the sand was covering his short hair completely. When he leaned over I saw that it ran into his face. I told him to lean over and hold still, that I would help him brush it out. I brushed and brushed, and so much sand came out...and bigger rocks too. Finally I felt that I had gotten most of it out, and the boy went back to playing with his bucket and shovel.

I started walking around the pool area again. I saw a glass water container with ice and lemons. I got a plastic cup and turned the little spigot and filled my glass. I took a drink. I was disappointed that the ice water didn't taste cold. I turned around and saw two nice looking guys standing right by me. One was tall and had curly blond hair. The other was a little shorter and had brow hair. I took my cup of ice water and splashed it right up at the tall guy's face. He looked surprised. I said,"I've always wanted to do that." I laughed. This was a dream, but I still wasn't sure how the guy would react. He just wiped the water of his face and kept looking at me with a half smile, but confused look.

The brown haired guy then got a glass of water. I told him, "Go ahead." I faced him expecting him to splash water on my face. Instead he splashed it on his own face. I laughed again. Then I just grabbed the guy and started kissing him serious and deep. We were suddenly very passionate. We moved as we kissed until we were in another room. I pulled away for a sec and asked, "Is this okay with you?" I didn't want him to have a girlfriend right here that would see us. He said, "This isn't a problem. I'm willing to go all the way." I was suddenly a little unsure. All I really wanted to do was kiss. More than that seemed wrong.


Then I seemed to wake up. I thought, "Oh man, another really long lucid dream for me to try to remember. I started to back track the dream in my mind. Then I knew I had to start writing it down immediately. I didn't want to forget, and I somehow knew that I only had a matter of time before this dream slipped away. So I grabbed the closest thing to write on which was a piece of cardboard. I started writing it down. But part of me knew that this was a waste of time since this wasn't real. I knew I needed to wake up for real.

But I don't think I woke up at this time. I went on to another dream involving my younger sister...but now I can't read my notes...and I no longer remember.

my dream started with me and my fiancee ordering a jumbo hotdog, we walked over to get our drinks and sauce and i was nearly finished mine when i sat it down to fill up the cups, i had mine full of fanta and my fiancee hade coke, i drank my juice and i was about to fill it up again and someone who worked where we were came over and too the coke out my hand and gave it to my fiancee and said "thats yours" i was annoyed because i was going to drink both of them and re-fill them, so when i went to get my hot dog it wasnt there, i was glad because i knew the worker had threw it out, i said "wheres my food" she said i threw it out. so i shouted well go get me another one and i had a cookie as well, she walked away and grabbed a large cup she then put a small amount of blue slush at the bottom and i started to wonder what she was doing, then i woke up.......

when i went back to sleep my dream continued and i was siitting eating my hotdog again, my srep brother was making reving noises and i thought it was dead cool coz it was exactly in time with a remote controlled car across from us, i woke up to realise the revs were from a lawn mower outside lol.

Grrr...I really need to get to bed on time. I made it farther into the MILD process last night, reaching a very decent point of visualization, but I only went over the mantra two or three times before I fell asleep

1) The dream began with a title: "Dream 06 - Israel". If that title is to be trusted, that means there's five other dreams I had last night but cannot remember After that, I found myself in the middle of a hotel shower. I got out and made my way into the world outside, and found myself in Israel. I spoke to some locals in Hebrew and they all told me about a horrible person that was coming into town that would do me great harm if he found I was there. They advised I remain hidden in my hotel room until he came and went. Well I thought that was unnecessary, so I didn't listen. Eventually I wound up in the same building as this horrible person when he arrived, and to save my neck I sneaked around, avoiding detection. I stealthily took out a couple guards, but I still got noticed by the man himself before I could escape. Turned out he was actually a pretty nice guy, though...

Dream Signs: being somewhere with no memory of getting there, being around people, highly unusual circumstances

So this one I can actually remember the start of it. I was in a house or something with other survivors about to go sprint to a supermarket. I remember them wanting to wait for this car to come pick them up because they saw this note from their family that told them to wait two days for a car to come get them, but it had been about two days. So I remember now waking around this strip mall area with them, I was telling them that we should go find a gas station or somewhere that has food. But my friend Avery said no because there would be too many zombies there. So then I remember a mad dash to a supermarket. We got inside and I was really hungry at this point. So I told them and they said they would find food in a minute. I remember just walking around this store just looking for some food. I found a kit kat bar and quickly devoured it. I met up with everyone else and they said that we should leave soon. So when they were done talking I looked in front of me and found some drawstring backpacks and then I realized it was a gift bag. But I looked down and there were drawstring bags, I grabbed a few and tossed them to my fellow survivors. They said they were useless and threw them back. I was a big angered but I continued to stockpile whatever I could. I then remember this thing about death coming up behind me and telling me how long I had to live. It was weird and didn't really mean much. Anyways I remember one of the guys hearing this groan from behind the store. We though it was zombies so we all prepared to leave. I looked out and saw this green thing that looked like the grinch. I shouted that it was a zombie but it actually wasn't. I went out to it and it had the note on it that my friends read. So I came back in. I now remember running down the street away from zombies. I remember a guy with razor numchucks killing zombies. We continued to run and then I saw these kids like 18 yrs old with a chainsaw. I got pushed into their garage and they were all getting pumped up to kill zombies. They started beating me up and were possibly going to rape me but death came up behind me and told them to leave me alone. So I got out of the place but lost all my stuff in my bag and everyone was mad at me. We then came to a safe house where there was food.

That's pretty much it

Dream - Lucid

I was laying in my bed on my stomach. Paul was sleeping next to me. I hoped he didn't try anything.

Then, it was morning, and we were up and out of bed. Brittany, a girl I met in one of my classes, laughed and said Paul had stayed at my house every night. She was right. I thought about it, and he had. I didn't understand why though. I mean, nothing had ever really happened between us or anything.

We were then laying in bed again. I was laying on my stomach, and I felt Paul put his arm over me and kinda cuddle me. I was so tired I didn't fight it. Paul then said something about us partying all night and staying up till dawn. I told him I couldn't because I had a test in the morning. He kept on talking about it anyway.

Another morning came. We were both up and about again. I looked at Paul, and all he was wearing were these mustard yellow boxers. I didn't look at him for too long; I didn't want him to get the wrong idea. I quickly averted my eyes.

I then went to class. I was in this big auditorium that reminded me of my old middle school auditorium.

Then, I was in bed again, and figured out I was dreaming. I looked around, and the TV was in the wrong place. I then did I finger count: 5 on the right hand, 6 on the left. I got up out of bed and went to phase through a wall, hoping it would take me somewhere else.

I was too hasty and didn't think through were I wanted to go, however, and things went black. I was in bed again after a few seconds of darkness, but I was still aware that I was dreaming. I decided to go get my brother and show him around the world of lucid dreaming. I got up out of my bed and hovered a little. I then went to my door to exit the room. I decided to not phase through it this time since the last time ended in blackness. I turned the handle, first doing another finger count.

I then was in my brother's room, trying to get his dream body out of bed. I don't remember much else from this part of the dream.

The next thing I know, I'm standing in front of a mirror. I look at my reflection, bu I discover that I look totally different. My hair is much darker, straighter, and longer, and my face looked much different and a bit younger. I concentrated a little more on it, and I started to be able to recognize my eyes on the unknown face staring back at me in the mirror.

I then decided to try something I've always heard about, but have never had experience with. A lot of people have told me that when they see their reflection in their dreams, it's horrible, disgusting, and terrifying. I've never had that experience, so I decided to try something to see what would happen. I said, out loud to my reflection,
"I want to face my demons. Show me my demons."
My face started to morph and change, every so often stopping in a distorted position. It would enlongate, flatten, my eyes would shrink, my face at one point looked kind of like an ass, etc. It just kept doing that. I could even feel it happening physically.

However, it wasn't scary. Just kinda weird.

I was then in a room somewhere. I felt the dream losing stability, so I started to feel and concentrate on my surroundings. I ran my hand over a glass surface, focusing on how real the glass felt. Below the glass was a metal surface. I did the same for that. I felt the cold, shiny metal under my fingers. It made the dream feel more stable.

Lately I've been having a little trouble remembering my dreams after I've woken up, which concerns me a little because I almost always remember them. I'm always telling family and friends, "I had the strangest dream last night..." and then proceed to tell them all about it. Thankfully, i remember bits and pieces of the dream I had last night:

I'm driving in a car on what appears to be a freeway. I'm coming up on a slower moving vehicle, so I move over into the lane to the right of the vehicle and accelerate to pass it. As I look down the road I see another vehicle coming in the opposite direction and it has just moved into the same lane as me. I'm puzzled about this but not really concerned because everything around me seems to be happening in slow motion, but my reaction time(s) are still the same. So as the other car approaches me, I am easily able to move to the right just enough to let him pass me, then move to the left back into my lane. A few minutes later, I go to pass another car and the same thing happens but it's a different car this time. Then a few minutes after that, I see a car ahead of me try to change lanes, but it clips another car and they both start to go out of control. There I am in my car, watching this multi-car accident unfold in slow motion all around me. I'm watching pieces of the cars coming off and go flying slowly through the air. Even though my car remains undamaged, I pull over to the side of the road because I was a witness to the accident and will need to tell the police what happened. I see a restaurant on the opposite side of the road and suddenly find myself inside it, asking to use their phone. But the people in the restaurant, employees and customers alike, all just saw the accident and are asking me questions about it: "Are you all right?". "What happened?" "Who caused it?"

That's pretty much all I remember.

Good morning, everybody. Time seemed to be really weird in this dream. I tried to get it all down as well as I could.

Dream #1

I was out in a park on a sunny day, possibly with a small group of people. The park was a long, slightly sloped lawn, an asphalt path, and then another lawn which went up a ridge. The lawns were kind of yellowy, as if the grass hadn't gotten much rain.

At the top of the ridge was a row of trees. We had to pull out the trees. The trees were all small, and we had to get them out, all the way to the roots. We would then carry them down to a wheelbarrow on the path, where they would be carted away, maybe two or three at a time.

Suddenly, it seemed like the scene was going to start over again. My view was coming in toward the park, moving up toward the trees. There may have been another row of trees on the border of the park and, now, a row or two of trees lining the asphalt path.

Suddenly, it was like the scene started over again, and I was coming back into the park, like a disembodied viewer. Then the scene started all over again, but it was like I was watching the view on a little, boxy TV that stood on the floor in some dark room. This experience may have started all over again.

Now I was back in the park. I was on the asphalt path, which was lined, at least on one side, with trees, making the path shady. My brother was with my, just up the hill from the path. He wanted me to take a picture of him. I tried to take a picture of him, but my view was all blocked by the leafy branch of a tree, like a poplar or a callery pear.

I tried again to get a good shot of my brother. But now my view was of the hillside -- with me on it. I also saw my mother and her best friend, and possibly my brother. We were all standing kind of far apart from each other. I was walking down the hill. I was in shade, but a greenish light hit the underside of my left cheek, as if somehow reflecting the light of the green leafs in the sun. I managed to get a photo of this, as if I were also outside the scene.

I was now outside the park again. But this time I wasn't coming in. I stood on the outside, hiding behind a border of trees. I had, apparently, been sick for a long time, and I was just now coming back. I was afraid of the boss of whatever project this was that I was working on. But someone, maybe in my head, told me not to worry, just to approach the boss and be honest.

I was now going with my brother and a thin, old, kind of intelligent-looking man into some place which was supposed to be my office. The place looked like a storage shed, like in some dirt-lot complex of sheds that might be seen on the outskirts of a city.

We had to walk up steps to get into this trailer-like office. But there was no front wall. We just walked right in. Everything seemed to be made of wood: the floors, desks, walls, everything -- and the same kind of wood, like pale wood from an old backyard deck.

I had perhaps lost my job, possibly because the company I worked for had gone under. I was here with my brother and the old man to get my stuff. The old man seemed to know a lot more about this whole process than I did.

We went up to the right wall, where, as I was grabbing something, I may have passed out. I was then walking back up the steps and into the office. It was like I had been sick for a long time, and this was the first time I'd come back to the office since I'd gotten sick.

The old man and my brother were there to meet me. My older brother was looking around the office. The old man stood by the wall. I walked up to the old man. We were supposed to be doing something regarding cleaning up the office after my sickness.

I remembered an old man giving me some kind of little wooden box, which was like a matchbox. The old man had been sick, maybe even dying. I had been caring for him somehow, almost as if I were a doctor. I had been standing by the wall, and the old man had been laying on the floor. The last thing I remembered before getting sick was holding the box. Then I passed out.

The old man in the present time knew my memory. He told me we had to find that box. We found it instantly. It was a little wooden box about four centimeters in width and length and maybe 7 millimeters tall. It had a little interior which pushed in and out like a drawer, or like in a matchbox. But it also seemed not to do that, but to latch open and closed, like some kind of folder or briefcase.

The old man took the box from me. He told me we had to burn it. I had gotten sick and passed out, the old man said. But other people had died. There had been a plague, all through this office and in other places.

This box, the man told me, was the source of the infection. We needed to burn it. And we were going to burn this whole office down, too.

The old man and I, and possibly my brother, may have continued talking as we walked toward the other end of the office. We may have been planning to leave the office.

10/20/11

1:17 AM I woke up.

I was looking for where my tutor was having some meeting, I can’t recall it that well but It’s dark at night.

(It was like this area, only dark)


I thought I was at the right spot, so I wait a bit longer to see if she would come, but I finally decide to go into the place I was waiting and saw some pretty blonde girl wearing a faded yellow shirt with light blue pants (OH MY GOD, ANOTHER BLONDE, I SWEAR, WHY CAN'T I RECOGNIZE THAT AFTER SO MANY BLONDE FIGURES AND VOICES OF CERTAIN BLONDES )!$!$%.



She thought I was a bit creepy and asked what I was here for. I told her I was looking for someone that said she had some meeting here, and she recommended I go to the other side of where she was.

I followed her suggestion, open the door, and BAM! I’m in a party, and I see my father and mother near the entrance and wonder why they are here. I see all these people near them, and I believe one person hugged me for a little while. That’s all I remember there.

Then I’m in my bed and I see this man I knew and his children in bed with me too.



The children are very annoying to me in waking life, and I even consider them to be demon spawns as well, so maybe that’s why these two dark figures were annoying me.



After the father slept a little more, because he was stopping them from doing stupid things, one of them said something like “He’s finally….” Something and just dump some random things near me while I’m sleeping.

It TICKLED THE HECK OUT OF ME around my neck and I couldn’t resist it, it was just too ticklish! I woke up and tried to remain calm and go back to sleep, but I figured I should write this down.

(Like how Samus is being tickled)



This dream I probably had before all these ones.

I’m in a class where there’s this African-American guy I knew in my last High School before being a freshmen in Texas A&M University. Then I see another person like him that probably could be his relative. The teacher was wearing a pink shirt and shorts, so in my mind, I’m thinking that I’m in a class with gay people (I have nothing against homosexuals).

Then I was helping this same guy how to put a bike lock or something on a bike, and this random Asian dude in a white hoodie I believe just randomly takes out the air of the bike with a device. I basically went “WTF!!?!”



And the guy I was helping got really pissed, but I don’t know what he did after that.

Then this other dream is where I'm in this random house, and some guest is taking too long in the bathroom. When he finally comes out, random things happen. A hose is inside the house, and NEAR an electric socket. Can't remember much after that.

Then I dreamed some girl was saying "Hi" to all these guys. She was being really nice and was in a cheerful mood, but I forgot to say "Hi" back to her. She looked at me one more time because she probably thought I was busy, and I finally looked up and said hello to her.