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Me and Niki were in a park at night just having some fun when two prissy girly-girls came by us and started hanging around the park also. They were sort of following us, which got us really annoyed, so we decided to do something do get rid of them. For some reason I had a green toy whistle in my hand, and I thought that I could blow in it and scare the girls away. It actually worked. I would blow the whistle and the girls would freak out and think it was a werewolf or something, and as they were freaking out we would get further and further away from them. We did this until we came out of the park and I saw a beautiful night sky beyond us. I jumped up in the air and tried to fly. Although it was hard at first, I managed to get up pretty high a few times and I had a blast! Then I came down on top of a hill and all was dark except for the night sky. Then lights appeared in the sky, beautiful shapes made out of blue, red, and yellow colors. It was so amazing I told Britt, who also happened to be there among other random people looking on with us, to take some pictures. She got out her camera and shot away as all of us stared in awe. Twas a wonderful night.

i was in a highschool classroom
im pretty sure my history teacher was teaching a lesson
i left and was riding my scooter
i couldl and bar spins and once again just accepted this enjoyed it and kept on riding with it
i was sweating alot and with some girls but they didnt mind
i was wheeling them or soemthing
i was in my house now
i looked at a big mirror that is in my basement and my reflection was noral
my collar of my white tee was hanging extremely low like it was huge past my chest
i just thought i had wiped my face with it too many times and told myself that the girls dont mind it

Here is my lucid dream from last night:

I found myself in Marsha's backyard. I suddenly felt awkward because she wasn't there with me. So I left the backyard and saw Shannon. She was in Marsha's neighbor's house. I went in with Shannon. But then I realized that we shouldn't be in that home either. I wondered how I kept ending up in places where I felt like I didn't belong. I walked out of that house too.

As I looked at the big tree in front of me I suddenly knew that there was a good chance that I could fly over it. I suspected that I was dreaming, but I wasn't entirely sure until I took off flying over the tree.

I felt thrilled that I was finally lucid dreaming again. I remembered that I wanted to use my senses and really "feel" the dream. I flew back down to the tree. I ran my fingers along a branch and felt the leaves go through my fingers. i tried to compare that experience to real life. I could definitely feel the leaves, but something was a little different from real life, yet I couldn't say exactly what it was. I pulled off the very end of the branch and put the leaves up against my lips and felt the texture of the leaves. this felt more real. I thought about tasting the leaves, but i felt the dream fade.

I knew I had to get back in to the dream.

The next thing I know I am in what looks like a dorm room. Tanya is standing in front of me. I remember that I need to do the Task of the Month. "Tanya, I need you to sing something for me." She looks at me like I'm crazy, so I say again, "Tanya, this is important, I need you to sing something for me--anything."

So she starts to quietly sing a song. It isn't something that I recognize, and I couldn't understand the words. I asked her what the song was. She told me that it was a Japanese song. I asked her what it was about. She laughed and said, "It's actually about Mickey Mouse." She said "Mickey Mouse" with this very exaggerated Japanese accent. And that made me laugh too.

Me, Allen, Gherman, and Izra are walking around in a book store. They all seem really bored but I am not at all. I find some books written by Stieg Larsson. He is the author of my favorite trilogy, girl with the dragon tattoo. There are made up books by him and i sat down and started skimming through them.One was about a ghost in a cartoon village. The pictures in the book seem to come alive! I am not turning pages, no am I really reading any words. The pictures on the page move around in a way that tells a story. I skim through a few more picture books by him and i grab a handful of them to show them to the boys. The are in a separate room. I walk in and its very dark. There is a bed in the room and Gherman and Izra are laying on the bed in a very still position. Its a little strange and I give them a weird look. I turn the corner to find Allen in a well lit adjacent bathroom. I show him the books but he is not impressed as he is not a fan if Stieg Larsson.
*Memory Laps*
I am at a really nice outdoor dinner party next to a wide rushing river. There are beautiful tea lights being hung between polls. I dont know any of the people at the party but I am still very comfortable. I look my best, even in an oversized sweater, and I felt really good and relaxed. I was enjoying munching down on some delicious steak strips that were marinated in something incredible. Many people there were on a diet and I felt sorry for them because they didnt get to enjoy the delicious food. A man sits with me and asks me about my modeling career. Apparently I am one and I answer by telling him it was going fine but I start to ignore him to eat some more food. He is obviously hitting on me so I ignore him even more because I am not into him. Then I get up and I board someones speed boat. I am relaxed with the wind blowing through my hair and enjoying the perfect weather and sun shine.

Allen and I are walking around Seattle. Dustin and Jemma appear out of nowhere and are walking with us. My head is on Allens shoulder as I walk. We go inside a restaurant that looks a lot like cha chas night club. Stephanie meets us there and we all order milkshakes. Allen is complaining about how many calories are in the milkshakes. Stephanie decided not to finish hers. At some point Allen and I get into a light hearted argument. Next we all go to a concert. It is an outside one and looks a lot like a music festival. It is really nice and sunny out but not to hot. The music theme there is rock which isnt really mine or Allens scene but we enjoy the music we are hearing and we are dancing to it. The festival area looked a lot like the gorge, with a magnificent land scape all around.

FALSE WAKE UP: I wake up to my alarm going off. Allen is next to me and complaining about how my alarm woke him up while he was having a nice dream. I turn it to snooze and think to myself that I was really bummed out that yet again I didnt have a lucid and how it will be many days before I will have a chance to sleep in and have a wake back to bed to increase my chances. It seems that as I close my eyes in this false wake up my real alarm actually goes off. DAMMIT!!

was going to go on vacation with leo kara dina. Instead we decided to meet up with them and kara and I were going to have our own adventure. For some reason karas family was going to some boring place in London. I was going to go with them until I found out karas ex boyfriend was going and her parents thought it would be awkward if I went. I was annoyed by the situation and tried to piss kara off by saying I was just going to go to the bahamas. She was getting mad at me and we were looking at pictures of me bleeding everywhere because I was bashed in the head. In the pictures I was smiling. There were three of them. I then had 6 tabs of acid. I took 2 of them and kara got a little jealous because she wanted to be on it too. I remember feeling slightly good effects of the acid. I went into a room with several people and just hung out for a while. The same cop that has been appearing in my dreams was there and seemed really pissed off. Everyone crowded around him and started yelling at him for interrupting the party. We later found out he was gay and he was crying on my shoulder after making this realization.

Was in some winter wonderland with kara. It was snowing and cold but looked very comfortable. Kara and I separated for a bit to explore. When we re-met kara had two guys with her. They were bragging about a bently that they had and were trying to look cool. We all walked through the snowy landscape for a bit and the guys were getting ready to leave. I knew they did not actually have a nice car so I told them to continue with us because I wanted to see their car. they looked nervous as we continued until we got the their car. It was an old dusty honda. They looked ashamed and left the dream. A girl called to us and said she had a nice car. We went up a floating ladder until we got to a glacial cliff. They were serving free sushi and she had a nice car. The food looked really fresh

Almost caught up to my present dreams.

I know I had many dreams this night, but I could hardly remember any of them, and I woke up feeling rather unsettled after each one.
Here is the only part of a dream which I can recall.

I was crouched down in a bright room, on top of some bunk bed similar to that which I had in my previous dorm room. Then it turns out I was in some museum, and the bunk bed was now a hard, white ledge. Suddenly a ghost fazed up through the ledge with a moan, and I was so startled that I kicked out at it (my feet went right through it) and screamed, but the only way to get away from it was to go through it. I didn't though; we just stared at each other. I could only see its torso, but it was the bloodied ghost of a Japanese man in a military suit. He had no eyes, but his eye sockets were larger than normal, and black, empty space. It seemed he stared at me for a long time with his eyeless gaze, and I got the feeling he simply wanted me to know his anger and his pain, his torture.

Some time later I was with my twin sister Frankie and Sean; Sean was sort of off to the side, not really listening while I told Frankie about what I had seen.
"You kicked it good, straight in the eyeballs!" she said, so loud and clear that I nearly woke up. "Yeah, that one has a pathetic moan," she said as if she had worked in that place for a long time and knew of all the ghosts there. I think she felt sorry for this particular one.

Sean and I were walking up the main road of the trailer court, dressed in some sort of light armor and carrying small weapons. We were levels 6 and 7, but I don't remember who was which level (I have the feeling he was higher than I, as he is in most games we play together...). We were wandering around, nonchalantly searching for something to do, a new quest or something. We passed by two other people at the front of the trailer court who were also dressed in armor.
"Hey, more newbies! Maybe we could travel together!" one of them said. I think they were levels 3 or 4.
"No, Sean said quickly, and kept walking. We already had other high-level characters on other accounts, like in WOW, so we knew what we were doing and didn't want to be held back by new people... I think we were also enjoying our time being alone together, even though all we were doing was wandering around...
The other two decided to follow us anyway, so Sean and I started sprinting down the street, trying to get away from them . We turned onto the bike path and slowed down a bit, thinking we lost them. Somehow Sean was suddenly on a bike, riding slowly while I walked beside him. We were just casually talking again, but when we looked back we saw the other two had also turned onto the bike path to follow us, both on their bikes. We picked up our pace a little bit, but I could only go so fast in armor.
"We could go faster if I could get on your bike with you," I told Sean. He was stubborn though, and kept swerving his bike so I couldn't climb on. I don't think he really cared whether the other two caught up or not. "Come on, please?" I begged. "They're going to catch up to us!" He still wouldn't let me on. He pedaled yet faster so I had to jog to keep up. I started to sweat. I looked back, and the other two were still really far behind us. I kept bugging Sean to let me on his bike, so finally he did. He had a basket somehow on the back of his bike, really low to the ground, into which I put the backpack I suddenly had; then I stood on the basket and held onto his shoulders as he pedaled. He continued riding very slowly, though.
"Why are you riding so slowly?" I asked him annoyedly.
"Because there's too much weigh ton the bike," he replied matter-of-factly. I frowned at the back of his head, huffed, and got off.

A little while later, the two behind us had disappeared, and then I had a bike of my own. Sean and I were slowly passing by a large blacked house that was hidden behind tall weeds and trees to our left. We could see through the foliage that there was a semi trailer parked next to the house, its open back facing us. There were a lot of men buzzing around te house and the trailer, many carrying heavy crates and boxes into the trailer and going back into the house, only to come back out with more heavy loads. There may have been people inside the crates... Sean and I wondered whether our missing friend was in one of those crates.
We decided this was our next quest, to scope this house out and rescue anybody inside the crates. Sean jumped off his bike and let it slide into the weeds, then helped me hide my bike in the weeds nearer to the house. Then we snuck through the weeds and down the hill to get closer to the house. We were noticed by a few of the men almost immediately, and they began their pursuit of us. Instead of running away we ran closer to the house and to the right, away from the semi trailer. We tried to find an unlocked door, but the only ones that were unlocked were too dark to see inside. We chose to run into a dark room anyway; it was pitch black inside, and I almost immediately slammed into a tower of crates and boxes... I believe I was beginning to wake up at this point... the dream rewound a bit because I knew that crashing into the boxes would hurt too much, and I would not escape the men chasing us. So it rewound until we were back at the door and I was running in again - the light flashed on and suddenly it was bright as day in there. I avoided the crates and ran to the back wall where there was another closed door, with shovels and rakes propped up against the wall next to it. We ran back to try the door, but it was locked, so I grabbed the first weapon I could - a snow pusher...Sean and I had our backs to the wall as the men ran in after us. There were three of them - The skinny, young-looking Asian man in a grey hat ran towards me, in which case I shoved the snow pusher square at his chest. However, it was too soft, and I wasn't strong enough to do anything but pause his advance for a moment. He grabbed it by the handle, shoved it down, and lunged at me again. This time I kicked out at him, toe up, heel out, using the wall behind me to support myself and power my foot forward. That only sent him back a step, so I punched him in the face. Then I kicked again, and punched again, and kicked again... he tried to hit me once, put I slapped his arm away and punched again. Punch, kick, punch, kick... Everything was in slow motion. The man was a terrible fighter, I noticed. He hardly even tried. Next to me, Sean was halfway-wrestling a long-haired man who reminded me of Liam Nieson, and I couldn't see the third man but I heard him laugh. He sounded like my friend Cody.
I was still stuck up against the wall, with the Asian man continuing his attempt to grab me while I punched and kicked him. We were at a standstill. I began to realize how odd this was, that these men were so slow. All I had to do was keep this up and he would not be able to get me, but I would not be able to get away either. I had to break the cycle and find a way out... I kicked my leg out again - and woke up with a start as my leg made contact with the mattress and caused my bed to shake. I was face-down in my pillow...

I thought maybe if I don't move anymore and kept trying to imagine the dream scene again, the Asian man in front of me, his nifty hat, the long-haired man next to him... maybe I could fall back to sleep, maybe even have a lucid dream... But I could hardly picture the dream anymore. I knew it was already late morning and I was too awake from the jolt to fall back to sleep for a while. So I got up.

I realize that I'm beginning to question the oddities in my dreams more often, but I have yet to have another lucid dream after the first accidental one.

08/22/2011
Dream One:
"Escort Servicemen"

I was a soldier, during a modern war, and we men were going through some trial, where we had to choose wives from a crowd of random women, and prove ourselves worthy of them by escorting them through this sort of 'bonding' exercise. That exercise consisted of leading them into a hostile area, reaching a checkpoint at about 100 yards, and then escorting them back to our camp. The twist was that we men were given blast-resistant suits, and the women were made to remain in their civilian clothing. With our flack suits, we men had to shield our prospective women with our bodies, while escorting them across the killing field, constantly maneuvering ourselves to block the bullets and explosive blasts barreling in on us from all sides.

The conditions were hellish, moving from cover to cover, but getting tagged by all kinds of ammunition, while we staggered through the explosions, bullets zipping by our ladies' uncovered bodies. We did our best to traverse the field, but I watched many couples die in their attempts, either blown apart by ordinance or gunned down by shots to unprotected areas. The smoke was blinding, and the explosions were disorienting, but my future bride and I had finally made it to the end of the field. This was like the hornets' nest, and the resistance greatly intensified. I don't even remember the moment at which we hit the checkpoint and began our way back, but we were soon huddling back toward camp, fighting off the continued barrage.

It was then that I noticed that I couldn't feel the woman in my padded arms anymore. Looking down at the hollow between my arms, I saw that she was nowhere to be found. Immediately, I knew what happened, stopping in place and turning back to face the checkpoint. It was now being swarmed with enemy combatants, and I knew that I had somehow lost her in the fray. For a moment, I tried to muscle my way back toward the checkpoint, but I was getting hammered with heavy machine gun fire and RPG's - smoke trails streaming out from the 'hornets next' and detonating on and around my huge, cumbersome flack suit.

Finally, caught a glimpse of her, through the smoke and flames, she was being hanged. I can't remember if I actually saw her, or just a silhouette, but I remember the image of her dangling from the noose, before being cut down and then impaled on a spike, as if to be propped up for show. At this point, I knew there was nothing I could do and I turned to make my way back to camp, feeling absolutely horrible about my failure...and still getting rocked by explosions and assaulted with gunfire. On the way back, I found another woman on the ground. Her protector had been killed, and she was down in the dirt, completely helpless. I lifted her to her feet and shielded her as I had done with the other woman, guiding her the rest of the way back to camp to meet up with the rest of the survivors. I don't remember anything that happened when I got there, though.

Dream (Fragment) Two:
I was on a stretch of dirt road which ran alongside a highway - the two roads separated by a chain-link fence. I had to get from one side of the dirt road to another, on foot, and there were a few people with me. The thing was, whenever we'd try to get across this stretch of dirt and grass, we would get killed by some psychopath who was roaming the area. Then, we would have to 'restart' at the beginning of the stretch, and try to take another route, or move through a little more quickly to try avoid the killer. I remember that he would kill really disturbing ways, and I recall one time having my entrails carved out of my body with a spoon.

There was also a female voice narrating the entire dream's details, like a commentator on some 'shocking video' show. That's about all I remember of the dream, though. I don't know if I ever ended up getting passed that stretch of road.

Dream (Fragment) Three:
All I really remember was that I was skateboarding with some old friends. I've never been all that great at skateboarding, but I was rather impressed with myself, in the dream. I pulled off a few ollies and one flip trick where I stood the board up vertically and balanced on it, but for setting it back down on the wheels.

Sean and I were all packed for something and were travelling somewhere (probably a mixture of me helping Sean pack for college, and packing myself for Japan in RL). We each had two large suitcases (which I really do have for Japan...) and we were heading into this really rickety old train station/tunnel. The train was already waiting for us, and it turned out to be only a little rollercoaster-like car on an open track. The seats of each sections were wide enough to fit about three people, so Sean and I squeezed in the middle and put one suitcase each next to us, and one suitcase each under the seat in front of us. A girl with long blonde hair in a ponytail sat there. She greeted us, but I don't think she said much else. Somehow we found out (maybe the girl told us) that this train was headed for a furnace at the end of the line. People supposedly put their luggage and garbage on this train, some to be incinerated and some to be magically transported to wherever it needed to go. However, Sean and I didn't know how the magical process worked and we didn't want our stuff incinerated...The train began to move slowly, and I could see that it looped back and into a furnace not too far away... One seat moved into the incinerator at a time, and the train stopped each time. However, Sean and I couldn't get off the train yet, even though it would have been very easy to hop off at any moment as it was moving slow enough and there wasn't anything but dirt below; but we were waiting for something...
Finally, the ride we were apparently waiting for showed up, in the form of the mother of one of Sean's wrestling buddies. We saw her drive her blueish SUV up right outside the tunnel and park, waiting for us. The blonde girl had disappeared by now as we sprang into action. Sean had to hop off and run outside to make sure it was okay with this lady that we put all of our stuff in her car, but by the time he got back there was a small baby-gate blocking the entrance to the train tunnel. He could have jumped over it easily, but it would have severely slowed our progress. Instead, I agreed to grab our luggage and toss it to him over the gate, where he would put it in the SUV. Our car was already nearing the furnace and I started to panic. I quickly grabbed a suitcase, ran over to the gate, and tossed it to Sean, but when I returned to our car the luggage had multiplied. I didn't take time to question it, I just knew I had to save it, so I grabbed as many random things from our car as I could and brought it to Sean. I kept going back and forth, and each time I returned there was more and more stuff on the seats, now mostly toys and junk from when i was a kid... it seemed to be taking forever for me to grab this all by myself, and I was becoming frustrated. Finally, as the furnace was getting very close and I could feel the heat now, i was nearing the end of our stash. The seat two ahead of us jerked into the furnace as I scrambled to grab the last large suitcase we had. I ran it to Sean, feeling relieved that I had gotten everything, but as I glanced back I noticed still one last suitcase, still under the seat in front of ours. I raced to grab it - it was heavy and nearly to big to fit under there - but I yanked it out just before that seat moved into the furnace... I dragged this last suitcase over to the gate, my arm hairs singed; On the other side of the gate Sean was in much less of a rush than I had been, so there were still suitcases piled on the ground on his side. I hopped over the gate and proceeded to help him pick it up. This is where Mom woke me up.

I've been too busy to record or remember my dreams, but here are three that I dreamt over vacation. I don't have time right now to write them out well, but here is just a quick rehash of what happened.

In which I try to prevent R's death but end up complicating things and causing a sort of time paradox...

I returned from a solo vacation to discover that R had died while I was away. He was gone, and what I remember most about the dream is the feeling of the nothingness his absence. It’s really hard to imagine nothing; that’s what it was like trying to comprehend his death. It was so unsettling and impossible that my mind started racing, looking for a solution to this problem. No one could explain how or why he died, just that he had and that it was permanent. I could not accept it. Something deep down inside me was shouting through the despair that it isn’t really that way. There is something I can do about it. There is something that is not quite right. I searched his Facebook account and retraced his steps the day he died. The last thing he’d done was walk down to the store near our house. I clicked on a video that showed his last moments. He walked to the drinks cooler, opened the door, then collapsed, dead, on the convenience store floor.

Since I keep a time machine in my bedroom, I traveled back in time to the moments before his death at the convenience store to see what happened and if I could save him. What I saw was a small demon hiding among the soft drinks in the cooler with its pitchfork ready to strike R down as soon as he opened the door. “NO!” I shouted just as his hand reached out toward the cooler. R turned around and the demon disappeared. I’d done it! I’d saved him!

R was amazed when I explained about the time machine, but he was not relieved to be alive. He explained that he’d found out earlier that day that he’d contracted the Ebola virus and that he would die a gruesome and slow death from the disease. He’d made a deal with the demon to kill him so that he’d have a fast and painless death instead before the Ebola symptoms started taking their toll. Then he started bleeding from his eyes.

I couldn’t stand to see him in this state, so I went back in time even farther, back to the day that he contracted the Ebola virus in the first place. But somehow I got the dates and times mixed up and I arrived just after he’d contracted the virus. It was too late- he was already infected.

I suggested going back in time even farther, but R pleaded with me to just let him die. Originally, he only had to die once- just by the demon’s pitchfork. But now there were two more of him, the R in the convenience store bleeding from his eyes with the onset of the disease and the R who’d just contracted the virus who would fall ill shortly. And because I’d screwed up his bargain with the demon, there was no relief. He would have to die two more times- both gruesome and slow deaths from Ebola.

In which I claim I am having an out of body experience but really just dream that I am...

I dreamt that I was lucid and decided to fly away from our campsite and over to my own house where my friend was house-sitting while I was out on vacation. I asked her if the mouse infestation had her freaked out and whether or not it had rained. She didn't seem troubled or surprised that I was there. Instead she seemed a little irritated, as if I were a nuisance that she had to tolerate. She explained that we are not close enough friends to dream share. I told her that I wasn't trying to dreamshare- I was having an out of body experience. She was awake and I was visiting her in my dream state.

She rolled her eyes at this and explained that I was certainly not really visiting my house out of body. She said I was just dreaming that I was and that I wasn't even really lucid. For proof, she told me to look around the room and tell her what I see. I described the green walls, the bed that she was sitting on and the fireplace.

"Do you have any of those things in your own house?"

I realized I was dreaming for a second, but then when I turned to look out the window it did look just like the window in my living room looking over onto my front porch. Her bed changed and looked like the futon in my living room again, and then I started to think that I was really having an astral projection after all. I was just having trouble focusing on it.

"If you are really in your own house", she told me, "then go down the hall and see what the rest of the place looks like". Down the hall there were a few more bedrooms with people in it. One had an middle aged man who looked sort of like an elder Pablo Picasso sitting on a bed in a room that looked like my Great Grandmother's guest room. I tried to talk to my friend again to get a grasp on what was happening, but I couldn't make the words form correctly and I kept losing track of my thoughts. My friend just sat on the bed away from me, petting a dog and singing to herself. The dream meanwhile morphed into something else.

In which I have a miracle baby and face the horrors of life...

I was at my friend K's house when suddenly my water broke and I went into labor. We called the paramedics who rushed us both off to the hospital. A few minutes later, I gave birth to a full-term blonde haired blue eyed baby that looked like the kids in Village of the Damned. The doctors were amazed because I had shown no symptoms of pregnancy whatsoever. I had not gained weight or even missed a period. K said that if she hadn't just seen it, she wouldn't believe it. By then, the media was there too. Everyone was calling the child a "miracle baby" as if it were some sort of messiah. I was more skeptical. I thought perhaps it was a tumor.

Anyway, the doctors whisked the child from me and took it down to the NICU which was a series of barges along each sides of a long pier that stretched far out into the sea. K was troubled by this because she thought the baby would be better if it were allowed to rest with me. The doctors refused to let me see the child. So K and I escaped from the hospital through its back window and ran down to the pier.

It was a horrible sight. There were dirty sailor men who looked like the harpooners in Moby Dick that had tied donkeys to the planks in the pier. They were slicing body parts off the live donkeys who were screaming in pain and then butchering the meat up for sale. Farther down the pier, people walked along shopping for the fresh donkey meat. The conditions were completely unsanitary. The meat was sitting in the sun with waves splashing over it and flies swarming around it. There was sewage in the water and litter all along the trail. A fat woman sat in front of the meat in dirty underwear, picking her nose. She asked us if we wanted to buy anything. The barges along the pier doubled as incubators for the babies and as garbage dumpsters. The stench was unbearable. The child I'd given birth to was crying on top of a heap of waste and composting branches along with dozens of other babies. I wanted to save all of them because it was the right thing to do, but I didn't feel any real emotional bond with any of them- not even with my own child.

K kept shouting that the babies should be breastfeeding and that nursing is the most important thing one can do for a baby. I told her she was overlooking the bigger picture. In these circumstances, maybe it was more humane just to let them die.

This dream was during a period of a few days that I didn't pay much attention to my dreams due to a little bit of real-world stress, so here is a fragment...

I remember going mini-golfing by myself in a place where there were lots of other people already there, in groups, in couples, with their kids... I felt sort of out-of-place but perfectly fit-in at the same time. Anyway, I started talking to some other guy there a couple years younger than me, who had come there with friends but split up with them for some reason. We were in the middle of a casual conversation when my friend Adam (my usual DM in RL) came up to me to tell me about a new DnD mission he had for me in the DnD world, a different dimension, but that i had to keep it under wraps. He left really quickly. Apparently I didn't keep this new mission thing serious, because I started bragging to this other guy about how I play DnD and about how much I loved it. I knew I shouldn't be bragging, but I couldn't stop my dream self from doing so...This other guy told me that he played DnD, too, but not as long as I had, so we had a conversation about DnD.... I think later on we both had to work on the mission together, and the other guy ended up being smarter and stronger than me. I don't remember any of what the mission was, but I distinctly remember waking up feeling incredibly ashamed that I had opened up my big mouth in the first place.

This dream made me wish I could go back to the days where I was quiet, too shy to talk to anyone. Everybody assumed I was smart because I did my homework and got all A's, but I never had to say something and have it proved wrong... Whereas now I'm a little more open, but don't know how to say what I really mean a lot of the time, so I end up sounding like an ass or trying to make myself look a little better than I really am, and turn out to be an idiot. I habitually open my mouth even when I shouldn't.

I went on a mini trip to my parents house so I was unable to write for a few days, but really I didn't sleep that well there so I don't know that I could even remember my dreams...but here is what I remember from last night after I got home and just fell into my bed.

I was a video game character...I think Sims Medieval. I was actually the character, but I knew I was being controlled by something. It was weird because I was in a medieval era, but I was being told to do things like water skiing. I kept wondering who was controlling me and why they cared to, but I never did get lucid to where I knew I was in a dream. I just remember feeling like I didn't like having to follow the directions I was being given.

I was in rp when a gun dealer kept shooting his customers. He killed this one guy with a pistoo, and he dropped his Galil, so I grabbed it and killed the gun dealer and ran off. Then after a while the guy kept chasing me around. He was either looking for the assault rifle I took or the money printer that I stole. For some reason he kept finding me and it really creeped me out. I went into this room past that tunnel in spawn and hopefully he couldn't find me there. I have this glitch where I can see through walls, and I saw him come over and then stop. I was wondering why he stopped and panicked a little. I ended up ontop of the jail building and realized how he kept finding my me. He had this device where you can detect the printers with a hear vision of some sort. As I kept running, I saw that cars were also detected my the device. So I thought, maybe I could hide the printer behind these two Chrysler 300's on top of this roof. I crouched down behind them, but then saw him coming so I said screw it, and flicked what I thought was the printer. It was my phone, and it wasn't the guy. So I ran over and said I meant to drop the printer and tried to grab my phone. He said, lemme look through the photo's first, but then realized that the pictures woud probably just all be cats.*

Not lucid - Lucid

I don't remember the starting dream very well but I know I was at a street of a good friend (which I visit quite a lot) but the street was closed at the end so I had to walk around it, I then noticed that all the other streets where closed at the end too (they had build extra houses at the end).

I thought it was strange so I did the nose pinch RC and I could still breath so it was a dream, but I had wondered during the day if that means that your real breathing is the one in your dreams (which it probably is) so I paid attention to my breathing and I felt my real body (What I experienced as my real body) which made the dream instantly fade.

I did the regular DEILD method next, just laying still I noticed that I still had my dream arms (I could move them very easily), so I started rubbing them together to make the use of my dream bodies senses and before I knew it I could actually see my hands and I got out of my bed.

Which was a false awakening, I luckily thought doing the nose pinch RC again but this time not paying attention to my actual breathing. I noticed the dream was very vague so I paid attention to my left hand and the more I paid attention to it the sharper it got. Until I could spot some birthmarks on the inside of my finger (which I don't actually have) and there was a weird line through my vision like with a old VCR where the tape has been damaged, But the sharpness of my hand amazed me.

As soon as it was sharp/clear enough I continued to walk through my house, I walked downstairs where my family was but I remembered I should summon a sword for my dreamgoal but I didn't care enough and was too fascinated by the vividness of it all, I went back up the stairs again to look for fun things to do... when the dream vaded. My vision was gone but I could still feel the floor onder my feet so I knew I just had to stabilize. I rubbed my hands again and when I could see them I would look at them closily to regain vivedness again. I still had the birthmarks on the inside of my middlefinger so I thought lets continue the dream and do my dream goal.

But before I could start it vaded too fast to do anything about it and I woke up for real this time.


I also remembered myself writing down a Call of Duty like dream that I had, but when I checked my dream journal there was nothing there. So I actually dreamed about writing in my Dream Journal.

Lucid
Non-lucid

My memory picks up whilst I am driving in an odd area, not familiar to me. The streets are fairly crowded and it appears that I am in a large city, simply without the big buildings. I find myself driving behind an older lady while going down the on ramp that allows you to enter the highway. For no reason, I decided to do a nose plug reality check and it had worked. I was now on the highway, and I was aware that I was in a dream. I then jumped through the back of my car and landed on the highway. I see multiple cars coming toward me, and I simply walk right through them and they continue on down the road. I look up and to my left and I see a bunch of large advertisement signs scattered across the view of the city that I am able to see at the time. For whatever reason, I decide not to go into the city, and I then attempt to jump inside of passing cars as they are heading toward me. I soon find that this is not working, so I turn and run behind a car at an amazing speed. I just jump right through the back of a car, and I am now sitting in the back while the driver and the passenger are starring at me with a confused look on their faces. I don't notice who the driver of the vehicle is, but the passenger is a girl and we do a few things, then I awake from my dream.