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im not really sure about things yet i have just learned about lucid dreaming ive had those dreams before but i didnt think they were
special dreams but any ways i had this dream today when i took a nap after school and it was the first time i tried to have those dreams i listen to some audio for it but it was werid i had no clue were i was never seen the place before i was kinda just rolling with it at first but then i ended up in my trailer and i was trying to walk and then out of no were a shadow fiqure came out of no were and it felt like it didnt want me to leave my trailer it felt like it was holding me down not alowing me to move

Before I go posting my dreams here, I figure I should introduce myself properly, something I never did in my year and a half on DreamViews...
My name is Mike, I am fifteen years old and I am currently a sophomore in high school. I am a huge music fan, I play guitar (a lot), and I love to listen to all kinds of music, from Luciano Pavarotti to Frank Sinatra to KISS to Run-DMC. My favorite musical group is by far The Beatles. I am no ordinary "All You Need Is Love" Beatles fan. Don't get me wrong, I love the song, but I'm not one of those people that knows that and maybe three other Beatles songs. I am a superfan. I know all their songs, officially released or not, and I might as well be called a Beatles historian. But enough about that. This is not a music website, its a dream website (sometimes I rant...I apologize in advance). I would like to say that I am a Grade-A dreamer that gets lucid dreams all the time, but sadly, I cannot say that. I have maybe had one or two lucid dreams in my lifetime that I recall, but they were only semi-lucid and in the dreams I felt physically detached and only partially aware of my dream-state. In other words, I've been lucid, but I rarely take advantage of that and control the dream. Its quite the opposite, as my dreams control me. I am but a passenger of my own subconscious. But that doesn't mean my dreams aren't any fun! When I dream, I dream very strongly, with precise detail (visually, of course--my dreams almost never have any plot line or continuity). The settings in my dreams are always fluidly changing. As of right now, my dream recall is pretty lousy, but I'll get it back after I purposely try to recall my next couple of dreams. So, for now, there's not much more to say...I'll just have to wait and see what my mind conjures up and continue from there!...

Hello. I am spaceace1996. I have had a DreamViews account for well over a year and have had my fair share of dreams, some lucid, most not. I kept a different Dream Jornal on here, but I'm starting fresh...so, I formally welcome you to the twisted and exciting world of my dreams....please enjoy...

since i only created this account a mere half hour ago (and i havent slept since then, mind you) i guess i should start off with some recurring dreams that i've had. some i haven't had in over a year, some i may have had weeks or months ago. i can't remember specific dates though.

the barn: i start off in what is clearly a decrepit barn/warehouse that resembles my granmothers', except it is surrounded by a sort of blacktop and other unfamiliar buildings. on the inside seems to be a perfectly intact version of my elementary school's library. i am huddling in between two rows of shelves, hiding from some unknown entity. the whole place is on fire. i run out from between the shelves and quickly exit, finding outside on the blacktop crumbling classic cars (alliteration alert!!!1) and other assorted rubbish. (which is wierd, because there are also old cars and junk outside of my grandmothers' barn. my brain seems to have just plopped the barn and its surrounding area into an inner city) i hide behind one of the cars, fearing for my life but also having never seen the face of what is trying to kill me, i don't know what to look for. i keep running. now, this is where it gets somewhat bizarre. i have had this dream at least 20 times in my lifetime, and every time it is nearly identical. now, as i start to run further away from the barn, what do i trip over but an octopus. an octopus. classic. not a living one but some sort of semi-genuine looking blue blow-up octopus. anyway, after i trip over the octopus, i remain on the ground and turn around to face the barn which has now nearly burned to the ground. i begin to slowly fade in and out of consciousness, and before i finally black out i notice i am being dragged by something. all i can see is a shrouded black figure. i cannot tell if it's human. within seconds, i am passed out and the dream has ended.

for some reason, i have an opposition to "about me" boxes. here is where i will give a proper introduction, and i suppose those dedicated enough to go through (hopefully) pages of entries will find this. congratulations.

my name is hailey. i am soon to be 15 years old, although i don't think age is very important. i have one passion in life: art. that is a very broad term, though. more specifically: music and fashion design.

music is everything to me. without it, i would be a shell. it has gotten me through bouts of depression, through fights, feelings of loneliness and despair, and feelings of pure elation. sad as it may seem, music and those who create it are my best friends. i do, however, have a few people that i consider best friends. i really try to be a friend to everyone, but when it comes down to it i am detached from most people. i like it that way.

the people who inspire me most in life are as follows: roger waters, john lennon, george harrison, jim morrison, richard wright, ray manzarek, and freddie mercury. and yes, they are all from my favorite bands. not only their music, but their words and personalities remind me that there are many ways to go about living life. they have all changed mine for the better.

i don't like establishment, i don't like order, i don't like paths. i believe that you should be able to make your own, with no petty rules, people, or religion getting in your way.

above all, i believe that life is beautiful. although i admit for a very long time i did not feel this way, it is very much worth living. break down the walls that others put up and find your own happiness.

Chase. Slide. A guy with long hair throws bananas on the floor, while being chased, on a sliding board.

Last night I had a nightmare.. in my dream I was sleeping on my side and felt so numb.
That feeling of being half asleep and awake.
In my dream my eyes were half closed and I saw a movement near my closet.. it was a grey entity and it rushed out of my room. I tried to say something but I was only able to make muffled noises. I felt like I was choking at the same time.
Then I find myself on my back eyes half closed my mouth open and I am trying to scream.. I couldn't move and saw something move down the hall.. the door to my room was open wide and the hallway was dark but this thing I was able to see move slowly towards me.. I felt hopeless.. it made a turn to a room on the right where I heard children screaming.. I tried getting up but was unable to help them and started to cry but only made muffle sounds.
Next my boyfriend is sitting next to me holding a remote control.. I am trying to get his attention.. I felt I was awake but in my dream he was ignoring me like I was sleeping.. he got up and disappeared leaving me there.
The room gets really cold and I sense something is there with me but I can't move my head.. I feel stuck to the bed I try to wake up out of my dream but unable too.. I manage to look at the foot of my bed and see that my mirror was tilted and off of the dresser.. I was really scared to look into the mirror because I saw this pale like figure I just couldn't bring myself to look at it.. all of a sudden I feel something sliding me to the edge of the bed and I am struggling to scream.. but I am still numb and feel like I am choking.. this thing whatever it was because it was not visible lifted me off the bed and onto the floor.. I am still motionless and it props me up.. so I am sitting up my legs straight in front of me on the floor.. I am being pushed slowly to the room door.. I am trying to scream and start sobbing at this point but still feel like I am suffocating because I couldn't make any sound only these soft groans.. can't get over that choking feeling..
I am being slid across the floor to the bedroom door there is a child standing there who runs away.. I am groaning for help in my mind but couldn't utter the words.. the door closes in front of me and the room is pitch black..
I burst wide awake in my dream gasping for air..
that was horrible..
a nightmare.

I was on my sofa in my living room facing the television. I was waiting for my partner, who was supposed to be coming over for the night. Then my phone started to vibrate. It was her. She said that she couldn't make it and that she'd be over on Sunday instead (which was the next day in this dream). I said that was fine, trying not to sound as disappointed as I was.

After she hung up, I decided I would text her to tell her not to bother tomorrow. I felt as if she wasn't interested and always had better things to do than see me.

I was in a room which looked like a big warehouse. It was extremely bland. The walls were a light grey, as was the floor. From what I remember, the ceiling was very high. It was very well lit - almost too bright for such a room. With me in this room were my parents and my partner. There were others but I can't tell who they were. My partner and I were sat on the bare floor whereas everyone else was stood up around the space of the room - some in groups and others alone. My parents were stood together.

My partner and I were smoking. I figured after all this time, my parents have already begun to realise that I smoked so I went ahead and carried on smoking my cigarette.

in real life, my partner and I have been smoking a lot recently and I don't really want my parents to find this out

I had this dream sometime in August 2011

I am in an older town. East coast, maybe. The roads are cobblestones, the trees are large and mossy. It is maybe autumn, just moving into winter. I am in a tiny house, but pretty, wood floors. I see my ex outside. He is walking toward the door. I am panicking. I rush to start piling things in front of the door. Big hutches and the couch. I try to shut the wooden blinds and appear as if I'm not there. I'm aware that he has a gun and that he can shoot through the house. I am aware that the streets are quiet and that I am alone-- no one would hear me scream.

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I am down the street, in a pub. M is there. He is drinking with friends. I am uncomfortable. I peer outside- it is dusk and cold. I want to go home. Badly. M finally decides its time to go well past midnight. We are walking down the road and he is obviously intoxicated. I am mad, but still afraid and not feeling secure.

Out of the darkness walks my ex. He is speaking and M doesn't really care, he laughs. I know that my ex is evil- he will do anything at any time. M staggers towards my ex, who replies my grabbing him and throwing him to the ground. It happened so fast, but M is bleeding from the throat and I am screaming and my ex turns towards me. I'm next.

I had this dream the night of September 7, 2011

I'm in a smaller town. The center of the city. Some sort of gathering or maybe just a very social community. I have the feeling someone is watching me. There is a large man (at least 400 lbs) that is watching me. I am disturbed by his out of place presence. He is wearing a plain tshirts and pull-on shorts. He can't be more than thirty with a bowl haircut shaping his dark brown locks. He isn't clean shaven- has a few days of growth.

Suddenly, his eyes are alive and he is sprinting (or as best he can run) toward me, arms outstretched, the devil in his pupils. I am horribly frightened and begin to run, hiding. But he can grab me and get at me. I run up to an older gentleman (in his 70's or so) who is leaning against his older pickup. I tell him I'm being chased- that I need to be saved from this strange man. He doesn't mind, acts as if I'm not there, like it doesn't matter. I run madly between the parked cars, trying to escape, not sure how I will get away.


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I am at a debate tournament. We are sitting a room and I am debating a certain topic. We discuss it in depth. Then we break and I walk out to my car. I drive to my house, which is in Denair. I chat with my family, then I realize its time to go back to the tournament. I get in my car and as I am pulling out of the gravel driveway I notice people-- lots of them. Staggering around. I make sure my doors are locked and as I pull onto the street, my car struggles to accelerate. I keep pumping the gas pedal and watch as these staggering people come into focus. Their faces are mishapen and their eyes are piercing white with blood red pupils. I realize they are walking dead (zombies) and I begin to panic, but am safe and secure that my car will take me away.

However, my car fails and I find myself in a field. It is empty except for a few large bushes bordering a walkway to the farm house. I rush to hide in the bushes and turn to see another girl frantically trying to crouch between the bushes. We acknowledge each other, she tells me something about this outbreak. I then feel something pulling at my leg and see an undead person trying to grab me. I scream and start running down the drive, painfully aware I can't outrun them all.

I then notice two men riding very LARGE tractors. They are older and smiling. They see me and I run up to them. They ask if I'm infected and I say no. One man lets me climb onto his tractor. It is so tall the undead can't reach up. However, I'm sitting on the nose of the tractor and out of nowhere, a rabid blue merle queensland heeler leaps up and grabs at my arm. It misses, but is up on the tractor. I screech and try to throw it down. But to no avail. It finally sinks its teeth into my hand and the tractor driver tells me to get off. I oblige and step down, the dog dangling from my hand.

I need to get to that tournament. The dog is gone, my hand is fine, and I walk the rest of the way to the school grounds. When I arrive, there are few people that stayed. I walk into my room and the judge is packing her things, saying she can't stay here, that she has to get away. I sit down and am deseperately confused. What do I do? I turn to see me sister(yet it wasn't my sister) undead in the hallway. I am so numb I can't even react. I run down the hall and lock myself in a little bathroom. The door is thin so I know they can ram through it. I am leaning against the door, looking at the fogged glass that is thankfully small enough that no one can break through it and squeeze in. I lean there, panicking and wondering how I am going to survive in this bathroom. And somehow I make it through the night and I wake to find myself intact, but am aware of moaning and grumbling of the undead in the hallway. I hear my sister singing to herself. Eerily. I ponder how I could eat soap or whatever there was in the bathroom to make it through the duration. I illogically have hope for myself.

Then I'm outside my body- looking down on myself. I see an undead man walk up to the door. He is wearing a nice shirt and tie (or once nice, now they are bloody and dirty). He tightens his tie up and brushes his shirt before gently knocking on the door. I (myself in the room) don't even think- I (she) just answers the door. Because thats proper manners. The man screams like a wild, terrifying banshee and rushes in, knocking me down and sinking his teeth into me (her).

I woke up.

Interestingly, the dream about zombies came out of nowhere. I told M about it, and he said he had been reading about a zombie game last night. Curious.

Jurassic

I remember going to some place with lots of dinosaurs... Can't remember what we did, but at some point I was climbing out of a very dark cave with a woman in front of me, who I think was asuka. We wound up in some town and someone was chasing us. maybe a group of people. Me and the girl ran into some restaurant, I tried to find a place to hide or exit but it was strange there were no exits or anything.

One of the bad guys was behind me so I got his shirt and began choking him with it until he passed out. I layed him down and suddenly he was in a strange room with glass. He woke up or vanished. i noticed the girl or the other men weren't around. But when the man woke up it was some comedy guy from youtube. He started freaking out on me or something but I recognized him so Instead I just improvised joke with him or something. He started playing along and forgot his earlier predicament.

i was in the car with allen leo izra stephanie kara eve and we were driving to a resterant during the day. in the car we were all taking hits, to my surprise izra was taking more hits then anyone, leo was driving and he was smoking as well, suddenly we get pulled over by the cops at stefaya's house, leo puts me in the front seat so that i have to pay the ticket. we arrive at the fast food resterant and there is a huge line to order food, allen kara stefaya izra and eve go to the tables to sit down while i hold the line. when im about to order a big guy pushes me and claims i cut him in line, i deny the accusation and push him back. he strikes me and i fall to the floor, i scream for leo but he is occupied talking to izra, i decide leo is too weak to help me anyway so i scream for allen. allen instinctively hears my cry, runs over and takes the guy by the throat and smashes him in the concrete wall. i laugh as i see the guy getting what he deserves and am grateful for allens presence. upon reading the situation i become luicid and realize im home in russia and not still in the u.s. i smile thanking my dreams for still letting me live the family expereience in my dreams and being able to finish up life in mosocw. i tell allen im dreaming but he tells me he knows that hes lucid too, i run to the others and tell them im dreaming tho they have no idea, i teach them the lucid ways and me and allen lead them through lucid trials around the city. the dream begins to flicker and i realize my time is running out, i accept and tell them we'l continue another night. i wake up moment before the alarm rings as usual.

I took 1/4 of Seroquel. I managed to sleep perfectly from around 9:30AM-3:30PM
I had a phone call to make before I could sleep though. I called the number and fell asleep while I was waiting to be connected. When she spoke, I woke up but I was confused at first and my voice was slurred. I think I succeeded in not sounded drunk I got her answering machine, so I made arrangements and went to sleep. Only to be called by her some time later.

One dream I had was absolutely amazing. I was at a club or something and there was a competition going on. There were 2 large "ribbons" hanging from the ceiling. The theme was "tango" and I was against a couple. We were doing "pole" work but it was more aerobatics in nature. For the most part, they stayed on their ribbons, as if in a caress. I danced my butt off around them. I kept telling myself the Tango was a 2-step dance (I know nothing about dancing lol). But I couldn't help showing off some. I wrapped my ankle around the pole and "fell" backward toward the ground quickly. I applied friction with my thigh as I reached the end of the rope and I stopped inches above the ground. When I looked at the top of the ribbon, the couple was gone. I was confused, but then I saw them sitting on some bleachers. They had fallen off their ribbon and was disqualified. They were friends and I was still sad.
I don't remember how that dream ended.

In another dream, I lived in an area with a lot of hills. I had a strange vehicle that looked like a small car, but it was like one of those miners rigs that go on tracks and you have to pump some mechanism in order to make it move. I told someone that at least I was going to get awesome arm muscles There was a lot more to this dream that I've forgotten, like a carnival, about people valuing porcelain better than antique art glass. Then there was some bit about people being controlled by some artifact. One woman saw it and heard "You must stop that train". Her friends left her when she said what she had to do. The intention of the artifact was to kill the person it controlled.

I also had a dream about my old Congregation, but I've forgotten that one completely.

I went to go visit Dustin for some reason. I had gotten a new job and I was super excited. We decided to sit at his place and smoke. We both got super baked. This is really funny because I don’t actually smoke in real life. I cant remember to much of this dream since I had it at like 330am and I didn’t record many notes of it. My last note says “newday”. I have no idea what I meant by that but I am assuming after the smoking the dream turns into a new day…? Lol

I had a huge lot of gold that I wanted to sell. I was going around to a ton of different coin shops and pawn shops trying to find the best price that I could get. It was really nice and sunny outside and I was wearing denim shorts and a tank top. I walked into an antique looking store and I saw Oprah there. She had a pet tarantula that was given to her by Barack Obama. She explains the story to me and I can actually see what she is saying to me play out like a video. Barack had surprised her on her show with his pet tarantula and scared the shit out of her. I talked with her for a long while about how I was incredibly scared of spiders and how I probably would have punched the president if he did something like that to me. She laughed and told me that she would be right back. She wanted me to watch the spider for her for a few minutes so she could go to the bathroom. I normally would have said no but it was oprah and obamas spider, and it was in a milk jug so I knew it wouldn’t get out. I agreed and she left. As I waited for her I noticed all the intricate novelties laying around the antique shop. My mind must have been really imaginative last night. Hundreds of different old dolls, chairs, clocks, and painting were everywhere. As I waited, Carla walked in. She was in a very mischievous mood. She quietly walked over the milk jug with the spider and started examining it. I told her to put it down because it belonged to Oprah and Obama. She didn’t respond to me.he slowly started to carry the spider jug towards me. I slowly started to step backwards and out the front door. I could see that she was unscrewing the top. She knows how bad my fear of spiders is and I knew that she was going to do something that I wouldn’t like. I started to now jog away from her. She started walking faster towards me with the top off. We were now in the paved driveway of the place. Now I was running. I turned around to look at her and she was pulling the spider out and letting it down on the ground. It started to run towards me but I was getting enough of a lead that I knew it wouldn’t catch up to me. I woke up a little sweaty and my skin felt that tingly itch I experience every time I encounter a spider in real life.