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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.

I was with my friend Melissa and we were laying in some bed, in this huuuuge room; there were other beds, and people in those as well. Behind us on this stand thing were some guys I reconize from my school, and they were just...watching us.

Melissa had some kind of food, it was in a tub like ice cream would be but it wasn't ice cream. And then suddenly this was MY basement, all the other beds were gone.

Apparently I needed to fix my toilet, so I went over to the toilet. It was..weird. I don't know how to explain it. There was a gutter behind it so you could see what you flushed go down, it was really big too. So I flush the toilet then throw this capsule thing down which was apparently supposed to fix it. The capsule looked like a bolt.

Then, the toilet started to flood. Now instead of actually being shaped like a toilet it was shaped like a bath tub, which was really messed up. Above it was a sink now.

So I'm naked in a towel now, for no exact reason. Melissa comes in and says "I'M GONNA PUKE..". She starts to make these weird noises and starts spitting blood in to the sink, and along with that comes these..weird shaped clot things. They looked like organs.

That's all I remember, it was weird

EDIT #2 (ELABORATION): The end of the world has happened. I'm not sure exactly what caused it, but I think it involved zombies. All I know is that it's been long enough that everyone has kind of come to accept it. The disaster has something to do with zombies, or some sort of infectious monster. All I remember is that it was slow and gradual, and it did things to your body. (More body horror. Interesting that this comes up so much.) For some reason I'm thinking that the Joker is responsible for it. Or some other clown-themed villain maybe? In any case, the bad guy is throwing a party at my house for the monsters, and they start coming down the cul-de-sac an into my driveway. Most of them are driving vehicles and monster trucks. One monster in particular tries to run me over with a dunebuggy, but I leap out of the way.

The dunebuggy wrecks into a person standing next to me and it crushes his skull. I remember seeing the remains of his head, his jawbone, and a huge pool of blood. A friend of the victim says that he's keeping the remains so he can identify him later.

(This dream is interesting in that it's almost completely derived from things I've been doing lately. The zombies come from me watching Walking Dead, Joker is from Arkham City (which I recently bought), the party is related to a scene in the game, the dunebuggy is from me seeing RAGE, and the crushed skull and jawbone is from a scene in Breaking Bad (in which a man's skull was crushed with an ATM machine) I recently watched.)



(Original Notes)
Sleepy. Will elaborate later

It's the end of the world and we've all pretty muhc accepted it.
It has to do with zombies or something
joker from Batman i sresponsible
go to smoeone's house for final advice for big "party" joker hosting at my house
Given weapon of some sort
Go home
Part is kind of like a monster truck rally
Most of the trucks drive down cul-de-sac and into driveaway
Monster truck
One lady in a dunebuggy almost hits me and a few other people., but I stand up and dage.
It's intentional
Crushes skull of one guy. I can see jawbone and lots of blood
Guy says he's keeping it so he can identify that person later

Edit: Remember reason for apocolypse: Everyone was infected with a sort of virus. In a few hours it turned you into a monster/zombie. There was body horror involved.

Home

I am in some kind of a nightclub, it has many separating rooms, it's also sort of like a cosy pub. and I can see all of my old friends there, everyone says hello - it feels good to be out again. An old friend starts to talk to me in a room, I look around and it sort of looks like a hotel room. There is a bed, it is dark. The woman I can't quite remember, perhaps she is made from components of woman I've known in the past. she is very attractive. She tells me perhaps we can stay in the room for a while, she tries to seduce me and she moves into kiss me - I step away and hold up my finger - 'I'm married' I tell her. No, I would never cheat on my wife. She then tells me that there is no way that she would find out, and somehow I know this to be true - but it would still be wrong. I tell her that I need to go, I walk out of the room and she tells me that she is going the same way as me, I need to try to shake her, my wife is around here and I don't want to be next to this woman anymore. I need to get home.

I'm on the other side of my home village, the village I grew up in not the one I live in now. I am waiting for my mum to pick me up in her car - my home village is mixed up with old childhood dream memories of it, and so I think it is allot bigger than it is (that is why I think I need a lift) but I remember a short cut back to my house, I cut through the park, down a small alleyway and into the old peoples home estate. At this point I have my long hair again, I am listening to some rock music and pushing both of my daughters in prams - so pushing two prams at the same time. I briefly stop to talk to someone at this point (part missing here) and then I go to my house, my childhood house. I notice my mum's car isn't back yet, I walk through the front gate and to the back porch where I can see the kitchen window, I run in-front of the house waving my hands to try to attract their attention - through the kitchen window I can see my mum, step dad (who is dead now) and my two sisters - they try to play a trick on me and switch off the kitchen light and pretend that they are not there. It doesn't work - I can still see their silhouettes! I take the back door and notice that the whole of the back entrance has been redesigned - my step dad has been busy again!
The back entrance is now huge, a temporary wooden corridor structure and then after a massive stone arch and then a stone corridor connecting to the kitchen. The stone structure looks like something more fitting for a church or cathedral, it has patterns and flower type swirls over the top of the arches.
I walk into the garden to see my Stepdad busy working on something with my wife. In the garden there is an old cabin/house and a weird looking structure - like small transparent tents spread across the garden vertically on the ground, spaced apart only slightly. Sort of like this:

My step Dad tells me that he has been unable to walk so he uses these small transparent tents as crawl spaces to get around the garden. Though it look s like he is getting better now. He has a camera in his hand - It looks broken
'Did my wife break it?' I ask my Step Dad, my wife looks embarrassed, he then does something uncharacteristic - he places his hand on my head and says
'My dear boy, this was no fault of your wife's, it was not mine either - it was just an accident!' Well that's ok then! then something gets mentioned regarding needles and then something about the the main problems of humanity and then I had a false awakening and started to write this down, and then really woke up.

I also had another false awakening in the night, dreaming of my two girls getting up and climbing into bed together - I couldn't get them to go back to sleep!

The dream starts with Tyler Reks walking to the ring. Then blacks out like it was Universe Mode in Smackdown vs RAW 2011 then the announcer Tony Chimel says "and introducing the special guest enforcer.... George W. Bush".

Then Bush walks out with Reks I think and he has a match. Now it gets a bit fuzzy, someone got injured and then a commentator, Jim Ross shakes hands with Bush and then another commentator, Michael Cole and they stand there.

After I'm backstage, I walk past Eve and other wrestlers my friend is there also, Daniel Mays is there for some reason eating. I keep going and someone is on a stretcher, its either Jim Ross (JR) or Daniel Bryan. As the Michael Cole (in wrestling gear) and Tyler Reks move the stretcher gurney down the hallway it starts to get cramped. I kept going forward but I don't do close spaces so I moved back and they came back also.

I looked out the window and they had moved JR or Daniel Bryan out into an ambulance. I looked again and they did it a second time. After that I'm still backstage and I eat a slice of tomato.



Side Notes:
This is a bit of a FA but I'm not sure. I wake up and check the time its 06:00 I fall back to sleep. Either that or it was an FA as a few secs later my alarm goes off and its 07:00.

Looking back it was a bit fuzzy but it was also very real. If dreams can be that real then thats very scary.

Oct.16 - I was in a class. We were working on some papers - crossword puzzles. I finished mine. Someone took the paper from me and tuned it towards me, so I can read it. I saw the word LUCID kinda zoomed out from the paper. Didn't make me lucid.

Oct.17 - I was looking up some info on a hospital on the net. Then was in the store, picking binoculars, that had ability to see in dark.

Oct.18 - nap 2pm-5pm. I was in a big house, that was balanced in the middle and then it tipped over.
My mom visited me, she drove to me by car (she doesn't drive IRW), I told her not to drive back at night. There were crooks talking people into giving them money, I found proof of it in a deep crevice between tipped over house and the hill.
Bedtime 10pm - woke up at 5am with a dream - I was in the dream incubation place

Oct.20 - visiting family abroad in a huge house. I was flying around.

Tiffani was at my parents house. Angel and I just pulled up. My dad's truck was 'pimped'. Tiffani comes on to me and kisses my neck when we hug after not seeing each other for a while. I then drive her home, but it's to a very large field that is all dirt with a few buildings in the distance. On the way over, I'm driving some sort of motor home. I see a white Ferrari on Sunnycrest and Chevron St. (Royal Oak).

In a tent. Air Mattresses. Erin (sister). Tent switched to house with double shower.

Getting plant back up on roof. Climbing tree to roof that says it can't hurt me. We don't get the plant back in time, so we run.

Stairs/ balcony of a really old building

Looking at 'black hole' in glass of window (but just distortion in glass).

Me and Someone Else being held by someone (trapped). The man was trying to scare us. Rooms closed in on us a lot. Then he brought us to a room where we were supposed to watch a movie about a guy who had altimers. The other person I was with turned into Angel. We cuddled on the very big black couch while I played with an antique toy train. Then I don't remember how we got outside but I was skateboarding with Angel. After we were done skateboarding, Angel kicked her skateboard. I rolled in a curved right pattern hitting a couple cars. I ran for it but Connor got it (don't know who Connor is - dream character). He picked it up and handed it to me, and held out his had with change in it. it had two blue dimes. I then said that I only have seen a blude dime in my dreams, so I said we're dreaming. Se we all realized we were in my dream. Then Connor saw himself running with two girls inthe street making hour. He then said "I'm out." I said, "What's your name!?" "Connor!" Angel and Connor started laughing because one of the girls was a guy. "I'm out" meant he's gay. Then that's when I started spinning in the Lucid...

Lucid
Lucid for a couple minutes. I was dreaming that I was in a Lucid Dream by getting 2 dimes that were anodized blue, given to me by a guy named Connor that caught my skateboard. I then realized in the dream that I was dreaming, so I started spinning, along with Connor and Angel. Then we started running along side a building and I tried to fly, but my laws of physics still applied so I jumped, then floated down to my chest, then tried to have fun with Angel, but she was too sun burnt.

Angel got in another accident - ran into someone from behind - silver Porsche (I think Beth was in the car). Porsche ran, we ran - we saw a wanted 800 # on TV for Angel. I asked her if she could have tried to stop harder, she said her sewing machine was in the back.

Spray paint - Two black cans? Drugs, front porch - unknown house. The Treadway's with pig of neighbor - big girl, very rude. Wants to eat everything. She got a shirt for her birthday from her mom about swimming.

Older black ladies arguing

Checking out the inside of a house. Driving to there.

Something about a fan - was quiet.