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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID NIGHTLY ADVENTURE

Good morning! Didn't get much sleep last night either, but I did get lucid. The dream was freaky, and my recall really sucks. I also had some nightly hallucinations. Monica wrote down what I said, but I remember what I did.

23.00: Sleep

00.15: Nightly Adventure
*I wake up and see bugs in my bed. I can feel them biting me. "Damn, that's gross" I say. "There's something crawling under here." I look under my pillow. "Damn you're gross babe" I tell Monica. "And now they're crawling on my legs aswell..." I sigh loudly and head for the bathroom.

05.10: Fragment
*I'm with my younger brother Morgan, only it's not him. Something is possessing him and I seem to be the only one who knows this. He tells me all kinds of evil stuff and I'm really scared. I try to smack the demon out of him but it won't work. I bang his head hard on some railing, but he just laughs at me. My dad shows up and I have to explain to him what's going on. "How can you know for sure? If I see him possessed, and you don't, what does that mean?" I'm so confused. I slowly get lucid. I start to smile at him. I know he can't hurt me now. "I'm dreaming, so..." I say and he just looks amused. Not sure if I try to use powers and can't, but I recall doing something similar, like I have no power even though I'm lucid.

05.10: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 6 hours

Supplements: None

That's it! Freaky dream.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Well, it's true isn't it? Once in a while I still have a dream that's worth sharing on here. I had an odd one just before I woke up this morning.

The Reason I'm a Bastard - The first thing I can remember was that I was extremely angry. I was in some sort of suit that made me faster, stronger, and oh, I could fly with a jetpack. Pretty cool. Anyway, I was in the parking lot of my local safeway (supermarket), and the parking lot had apparently flooded for about 4-5 inches of water, and the store had decided to put in a tiny little dock for some reason. I was standing on this dock, staring at a tin container, which opened up to reveal a twisted and disfigured doll who had somehow come to life. I knew I had to put the doll down. It was evil. It walked up to me and said "My parents are dead!". That didn't stop me. "You killed my parents, you little shit." I said, as I grabbed the top of the tin container she had crawled out of and started slamming it on top of her. After a few hits I swung it low and shot her into the water, where she lied there fully submerged. I walked over and looked around for some way to possibly destroy the doll for good. I saw three grandmas wading through the water. I asked the first one "Do you happen to have a lighter?", to which she replied "Of course! Here you go." and tossed me a large, rigged together lighter. It worked though, and I could feel the doll fearing what i was going to do. Now I just needed gasoline. But where would I find that? I asked the third grandma, who replied "Why, I happen to have a container right here." and handed me a small black container filled with gasoline. "You're just going to give it to him?" asked the second one, slightly perplexed. "Well, if he tries to run off with it, I'll just make him pay for it!" the third one said, satisfied with her logic.

As I began emptying the container on and around the area of the doll, who was still in the small lake, a crowd began gathering. I was wondering how I'd light it all, when all of a sudden someone shouted "HEAT SEAKER!". I looked up and saw a missle barreling towards me, and I rolled out of the way just before it could hit me. It grazed the water and then lifted itself up and apparently picked up something else, as it didn't come back. "Damn," I thought, "I've gotta pick this up". With the gasoline poured, I began to lit the lighter and was about to drop it and run away when some random janitor decided it was his duty to clean up part of the gasoline spill. Specifically, the part on top of the doll. For a split second, the doll had an evil grin on its face and thought that it was safe. "Like hell.." I thought, as I quickly pushed some of the gasoline back on top of the doll, who's anger and fury quickly turned back to distress and alarm. I'm pretty sure I said something like "Eat shit", and then pushed the lighter into the gasoline, causing it to burst into flames and then miraculously explode. The doll was destroyed, and I was shot into the air due to the force of the explosion, but quickly used my built in jetpack (Handy, huh?) to gain control and then land. The audience that had gathered applauded as if it were some fourth of July show.

So, to answer any questions, yes, I did just dream about beating the shit out of a doll and then blowing it up, while wearing some sort of super suit. It either makes me awesome or insane, and I'm not quite sure which one yet.

very dark dream (not a nightmare) about me escaping giant robots , many humans are fighting the robots and i am just a fighter in the mass , not a hero , many men died i mean it was a fierce battle ,the robots were big and looked like spiders they could crawl on buildings. when the group was surrounded and i knew it was the end for i escapes to far buildings and a long haired rouse(orange haired) girl a boy appeared we were safe until i made noise then three of these robots followed us so we escaped to the water and i think more people joined our escape but three of us dived under the water and all the people who joined us got killed .
me and my friends hid under a giant pipe that was just over the water which made us unseen from above e were like in a "river" of city waste water when we arrived to the gate that separates it from the sea i managed to go over the switch that opened the door but there were sharks outhere so we were afraid but then we decided to still go out and unfortunately the boy passed over a detector that rang an alarm so we rushed out swimming but a shark took the rouse by the leg and plunged her she desperately watches us saying to leave her and to continue our route because she is lost already we continued and arrived on a bed that is under a cliff we could see the closed gate a little girl was there(in fact my sister) so we were now three we first hid under the bed then on it but i found that too suspicious but then we saw a light in the spaces of the closed gate so we hurried up and the final configuration was the boy on the bed hid by sheets the little girl on the front by some wooden things and me under the bed in the water . we were EXTREMELY surprised when we saw a jacket dressed man with soldiers come out he found the two people and i was afraid when he asked the girl if theres anyone else but she said no and i was saved then all of them went through the gate maybe on a flying fortress because i could see alleys and houses in the place of the "river" i logically think that it is a flying object . i then figured out that the robots which i thought were invaders and an end to the human race were indeed instruments of a group who want to control the world and that they suceeded because i was thinking throughout the adventure that the people i saw were the last humans and also when they took my friends that i was the last one . after that reflection i went to join my friends on the flying fortress i talked to my dad and there were many other humans on that ship i saw the mastermind of this again (the same one that came with the soldiers (imagine Kane of C&C tiberium with a slim head ))

All my dreams lately are directly inspired by something that happened that day... This time, I was looking at the ingredients in my Trader Joe's hemp protein powder with a lady friend a few hours before bed. Which caused the following malarkey to happen in my head:

A farmer friend of mine, whose animal-raising facility was entirely indoors, suffered a crop failure that killed the plants with which he fed his livestock. He was distraught. I recommended that he started growing hemp indoors as feed, and reluctantly he agreed. He was convinced that the solution would be neither practical, long-term, nor cost effective. But I showed him wrong!

We pulled out the dead plants that lined the rows of his animal enclosure, and replaced them with hemp. The animal enclosure soon became some sort of luscious hemp jungle. The animals, who were at first just as distraught as the farmer, came to life with joy. They loved the look and taste of hemp. They even started talking. (The animals were HUGE by the way, at one point it kind of freaked me out.) I even befriended a giant snake. Towards the end of the dream, I stayed late after the farmer left so that I could hang out with the giant snake and a giant pig friend I had made; but the farmer came on the overhead all-call and needed to know if anybody was still inside. Unfortunately I had to leave.


In another small fragment, I remember being on one of my dad's old school campuses, either his High School or college, holding in my hand a picture of him when he was my age.

August 9
Went to bed 1:30
Goals: Detailed recall
4:14 At a water park with the family, it was like we had alreay visited earlier in the dream, we get on this wate slide from a different entrance then the main one, my dad comments on this.

7:22 Getting on a bus to go somewhere with my brother, its like a school bus again, short, very similar to last nights dream, inside i can see that up front people sit facing the windows and in the back they face the front. We get on and at first it looks like there is no room at all, when we get on thogh i notice that the front seat on the left side, which is actually also facing the right window, is open. A bunch of people start heading to sit ther, my bro starts moving up muscling his way over there, he gets there and sits furthest to the right on the top seat, the seats are like bleachers.

As he sits down i see that guy eduardo, he is telling some other dude to hury and sit down, the dude does and sits on the top level next to my dad. I rem not caring and just sitting one level lower in front of my dad, eduardo sits down next to me and calls his friend a ball hog.

8:30 Doing a draft tournament at school, for like an assignment, i rem spending a lot of time looking at and crafting a deck, in the dream i think it came out blue and green. I rem finishing faster than most, later in the dream a lady on the other side of te class is talking to the teacher about how some of us are really working hard, she uses the example of people bent over their cards sighing, whereas she doesnt really know what to do, this makes me laugh a bit. The dude sitting across from me starts tallking, he says the dude next to me doesnt really seem to have done this before but he said i did pretty well, he says the colors i chose may be hard to work with.

August 10
Went to bed 1:00
Goals: Detailed recall
8:00 Flash of talking to that guy chris, he says some lady on the street gave him a hard time when she found out hes still living at home or something, we keep talking and he brings up like what if someone made him go. I start talking about how bad i think it is to make anyone do anything, i start saying things like, usually things happen for us when we are reeady, but making someone do something they dont want to do is gonna make them unhappy. He like half agrees with me, we continue this conversation

8:30 Had a flash of watching a tv show or movie about monks in nepal, they looked like buddhist monks with bright orange robes wrapped around and shaved heads. They are sitting in a large auditorium looking towards the stage, i rem talking to my bro about it.

9:30 had a dream i was watching a court case where this big blonde dude with a black t shirt is suing some larpg kids or something, He starts out complaingin about a run in with one who was playing with his sword or something, he also makes fun of the way they walk and a few other things, when he does, people in the room laugh, main thing i rem is him making fun of the way they walk, he said they have to step realy high up and he started mimicking the walk. When he does this i can see a chubby guy taking really big steps in a field.

My dream starts in some random house that isn't mine. There's a fat guy with a big beard with his wife sitting at a table. I'm not sure whether I'm in the actual house or just watching it on television, but a second later one of the tripods from war of the worlds has shot them, the man first and then his wife, and then, apparently, me. Even though I had no time to jump out the the way, I still seem to be here. I look at all the photos. Framed pictures of the couple, happy and smiling, but somehow I know they have a son and a daughter. I race up the stairs (definitely not watching it on tv now!) and find the boy's room. He's sitting on his bed.

Memory lapse/second dream...

I'm at home, looking out the window in the living room. Then another tripod from war of the worlds turns up and fires a few shots over the house, and I realise there are two of them. A few minutes later, and they're gone, but I can tell they'll be back. The rest of my family know that too, and although we don't say much to each other, soon I have drawn up plans for a place for us to hide. I'm nervous and constantly look out of the window, not entirely convinced that the tripods are gone. The plan is of a cellar four rooms deep. The boy from before is randomly here, and is making the ceiling. He is painting it black and blue.
"Can I bring Muffin with me?" I ask my mum.
"I don't know, he'll take up room and he's 28-" (28?!) "-anyway."
Muffin is my hamster, who is actually three... anyway, I go downstairs and ask my dad.
"Sure," he says "Muffin can come. And all the other pets." I go upstairs to the art room, where my older sister has made a model of what the room at the bottom will be like. She is cutting out a section of the 'wall' where the sofa will go, and I see the wall is painted purple. I picked up a sponge on my way upstairs from my room, and I dip it in purple paint.

Eventually, it's finished and we are about to move into our secret underground house thing. The ceilings are made of paper and foil. I sit in the dark and wish we had something stronger as a roof.

Fell asleep at 2am because I spent the night at a friends house... Felt like I messed that up...

NICE HOUSE DUDE: I remember a brown house with a open ceiling, there were vines everywhere. I remember looking up and seeing the vines and sky. There were people sitting in chairs.

DREAM SIGNS: Just not a legit thing..

My recall was bad
Im at a slight different version of my high school
im looking down a field of several fences all gray with very lush green grass and buildings with rain tower things over the walkways im hoping these fences to get to a class im late for and i want to avoid detection from someone. SO i hope the first fence and theres this big mole dog creature. Im scared by this but it turns out to be friendly and i feel bad because as i left it got sad and put its head down. i continue hoping the fences i notice theres a house to the right of me three or four black guys are messing with an ac unit. i figured they were up to no good.

IM in front of this older brick building its in a sort of run down area its something like blue ridge recording studio.
im in a pitch black room i can see the outline of the people im with one is a heavyset lady with brown hair were about to smoke weed.
i think she rolls a blunt and we all take some hits i think. i remember finding a flashlight and trying to make a joke out of it by shining it on my face but it didnt really work like i wanted.
I see a bunch of peopele through a window on the door to another room i take some shoes and tie them to the door but the kid came around the side looking disapionted like why did you do that man.
i get this feeling my room is around the corner and i can just go in there and play guitar.
im in my kitchen high seeing a sort of green haze in my vision
i hear brandon in the gameroom telling me to chill but i wasnt doing anything really.

Dream - Lucid

I was walking through what looked like a building at my college. The walls were all cracking. It was the year 2012, and this was supposed to be the end of the world. It was a lot like the movie 2012; the world was supposed to go out in a series of crazy natural disasters.

I walked into another room, and a girl was standing right in front of a huge bulge in the wall. The bulge was a lava rock trying to break free, and it was creating tons of cracks. Eventually, I could see the actual lava rock. I was a little concerned about the girl, but I figured she knew what she was getting into. It was the end of the world, after all. I walked back into the other room, and there was a pile of 3 large lava rocks by the door. I commented on this to someone. I could feel the heat they were emitting as I walked by.

Then, I was in my house, and the same thing was happening. My family and I were trying to get out of there before the house sunk into the ground in the major earthquake that was about to happen. I was in the living room, which was lit only by the sunlight coming through the blinds. I then walked into the kitchen. I looked to my left, and the wall by the kitchen table was bulging and cracked like the one I saw in the building at my college. I was trying to rush my family out of the house, because I knew what would happen next: There would be a giant earthquake that would destroy not only the house, but the neighborhood, the town, everything.

I was trying to get my mom out of there to get in the car, which was parked in the driveway. She went out, but my brother didn't want to leave. I had to convince him to get in the car. He knew what was going to happen, but he wanted to stay anyway. I finally convinced him to get in the car.

As soon as I was going to try to get in the car to leave, I remembered that I had forgotten my sunglasses. I ran back inside, telling everyone I'd only be a second. I didn't even know if I had time to do that, the house could be toast any minute now. I knew I needed to hurry. I ran into the kitchen and saw the bulge in the wall getting bigger. I looked on the floor and saw some of my shoes scattered everywhere. I contemplated that for a second, thought about maybe taking them, then decided not to and kept on moving. I went into the living room, spotted my sunglasses on the coffee table, and grabbed them. I also grabbed my purse and possibly a few other things before I ran out the door again and into the car.

~

Something about Ryan. I remember seeing him sitting on a couch.

10-08-11 (This might be a non-REM dream) I am at El Castillo, I am hundreds of dreamers floating around the pyramid. I hear a woman's voice shouting “My daughter, she is lucid take her vision” I think am sort of waking up myself, but I try and see if I can lock onto this girl and find a vision “inside the dream” to stabilise. In the meantime I can feel that some of the dreamers, that are me, have found a way inside the pyramid. Everything is growing darker and darker and I wake up.

Notes: Felt more myself and consolidated, completely relaxed about my upper torso after this experience.
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I am lying in my bed and all of a sudden I feel myself being pulled towards the light. I feel somewhat feminine, but I know I am dreaming and I know I am headed for the pyramid. I scream something silly like “Weeeeeeeeeee!” in excitement about actually managing to go there on my first attempt.

Until. I am punched in the stomach on my right hand side it is not a physical punch, in fact it reminds me of of the energy I felt, when I was relaxing my body earlier, except stronger and not under my control.

The energy doesn't stop there it travels in a quick violent wave up my spine and exits just on the left side of my neck, just above the brain stem, cutting my connection to the light and the dream.

Notes: I felt this “punch” for quite some time throughout the night, though this could easily be explained by being in a permanent state of vulnerability to HHs.

These are the first two very short dreams I have concerning this project. It is the first time I have attempted going to the pyramid. In particular the first one could be somewhat significant, seing as others have reported loads of dreamers pouring in through portals and the like.

The rest of the dreams from that night can be found here, though nothing strikes me as out of the ordinary and none were lucid: http://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/vest...-bursts-22184/

This one is very blurry. I went to Valcartier (this is a water sliding place) with my 3 friends in BMX. I met my mother and my grandmother . Eventually my other friend arrived. He passed by without talking to us. My friends left and I stayed with my grandmother and mother.

I can't remember very well how it started but I was at old orchard beach (It didn't really look like the real old orchard beach though).
I was there with my father and my sister. I eventually met a nice blond girl. At first we were looking in each other eyes, without talking. But I went to talk to her and she invited my to her hotel with his father . We kissed and did hugs and all that stuff.. When I came back from OOB, it was christmas. My phone rang (it was the girl) I can't remember what we said. ![AT THIS POINT I SAID TO MYSELF: WHERE DID SHE GET MY PHONE NUMBER? SOMETHING IS WRONG, but I didn't turn into a LD ]! Later, I called her again and asked her her email. She gave it to me and I wrote it down on a paper. It was a pretty weird email and she said it was the one of her whole family.

This one was only a fragment.

I dreamt that I was in my Biology lecture that's supposed to start later this month. My professor looked completely different that he does in real life and spoke with a Texas accent. Then I woke up. T_T

I'm sitting in my room trying to go to sleep, when I realize, I've just gone to sleep. The dream is still in it's infancy so things are just forming. I have no clue on what to do...no goal....no motivation or anything, so I head outside. Off in a distance, I see a tornado forming, and for a second I lose it and think "what if that's going on in real life". It finally touches down, and starts twirling everywhere, ripping everything up in it's path. Eventually it reaches me, and I'm standing directly in the middle of it. I looked up and made a circular motion in the exact opposite direction of the tornado, and it reversed it....causing it to suck back into itself. The clouds formed a dome, and lighting was coming out....the entire scene changed and I found myself in hogwarts.....wtf? All I wanted to do after that was wake up.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

There was a girl who hung out with some extremely fashionable people, possibly Andy Warhol's entourage. She had either darkly tanned or copper-brown skin. Her body was lovely. But her head was very strange.

From her forehead back, her head was like a flat disk, like a plate. It was hairless and a little bit mottled. On either side of this disk, almost at the sides of the woman's cheeks, were eyes. The eyes were quite wide, pale, with very tiny pupils.

I saw the woman in two scenes. In the first scene, which I can't remember very well, the woman was indoors, in some place like a fashionable club. In the second scene, the woman was walking on some brick path beside a house, drinking some can of juice or soda. In this second scene, the girl was wearing a long, stylish, but very summery, green dress.

I noticed that the girl's mouth and chin were both very small. Her mouth was almost all the way down to her chin. I thought the girl must have had some kind of disease that had deformed her face.

I now heard the woman talk, as if in narration. She had been an orphan, but it had been very hard for her to find a home, due to her deformity.

Another female narrator now explained that her situation had been similar with that of a boy. I now saw the boy laying in the back of a car. He was little, maybe eight years old. He had shaggy, brown hair, and he wore a white t-shirt and khaki shorts. He told the camera (?), "I've been to a number of different homes. But nobody's wanted me -- because of my problem."

I wondered what the boy's problem was. He didn't look deformed. But I suddenly saw his chest, for just an instant. The boy had a healed-over puncture wound, very deep, in his chest, just up and to the right of his colar plexus. The wound looked just like somebody had stabbed a sign-post into the boy's chest. I took this wound to mean that the boy had heart problems.

The boy continued, "I went to the libraries to do research on my disease. But they didn't have much about it. But I studied whatever I could find."

I had a view of the boy in the library, typing at a computer. It looked like he was on some kind of black and white, text-only page on the internet. But it was just the library catalog. I thought to myself, It's a real sign of the times that, whenever this documentary was made, all you could do on a computer at a library was look up what books they had at that specific library. But nowadays, if you have the right keywords, you can do tons of research on just about anything.

The woman narrator now spoke about how she went to the library the boy had gone to, so she could see for herself how little information the library had regarding the boy's disease.

I was now far out in a big town, which I may have thought of as Brooklyn. I was way out at the end of town, but I needed to get back home. It was daytime, and the streets were really packed. I was looking for a subway station. I kept zig-zagging through various crowded streets, hearing people's conversations. I kept finding subway stations, but they were never the right ones.

One subway station was elevated maybe five or six meters above ground. It was set into a concrete stairway which had shrub-filled planters all along it. This appeared to be a station for one of the green trains (4, 5, or 6 line in New York). But it also seemed like the station was closed, even taped off with yellow police tape.

I wandered down a straight road filled with people and cars and tall buildings. There was noise and rushing everywhere. I may have done more zig-zagging through the streets, looking for a police station.

I was now in a quiet, suburban neighborhood, walking up to a driveway on the right side of a house, coming from the front of the house. As I did, a 12- or 13-year-old girl came walking up beside me. She was only wearing a pair of yellow briefs-style panties. She had pale skin and brown hair down to just above her shoulders.

I was in some bathroom. I had a huge mustache, and maybe a huge goatee. I was trimming my hair. I realized that the more I cut off, the better I looked. I wondered what would happen if I just cut the whole thing off.

I was back out in front of the house. In my memory, I heard a black man telling me how it would be bad if I kept thinking about the little girl whom I'd seen topless. He said that something like that was bound to get me in trouble.

I was now walking back over to the driveway. At the curb, the driveway had something over it, like a gate of garlands, through which a new bride might walk on her way up the aisle at an outdoor wedding.

Just coming through the gate was what appeared to be some kind of creepy guy. It looked like the guy was trying to catch up to me and elbow in front of me for some reason. So I sped up my walking to get to the house's side door before the creepy guy could get to me.

But then the person called out to me, not by name, just something like, "Hey!" I looked at the person and realized it was just the girl again. She was naked, again, except for her yellow briefs. The girl held a white, terry-cloth summer dress in her hands. But she didn't look like she was going to put it on.

The girl's body was a little weird to me. She was pretty thin, but her bottom was a little bigger than would seem to be proportional with her torso. The girl also had two "breasts," which were more like two little nubs of flesh with nipples on top, very close to each other at the center of her chest.

The girl seemed to be pretty interested in me. She said, "Yeah, I'm studying -----." (I forgot what she was studying.) We got in the house. We were in a hallway. At the far end of the hallway I saw a room off to the left, with orange walls, where my mom was sleeping on a low mattress or couch.

The girl and I walked into a room near the front of the hallway and off to the right. The room was small and plain, with just a mattress on the floor and a white sheet draped against the back wall. There may also have been a loose door or a long wood board leaning against the wall near or under the sheet.

The girl was continuing to talk about her study project. Apparently it was all a real pain in the neck. Now she needed to use a computer for some research. So she'd come back here, apparently to use my mom's desktop.

But we were apparently in this room because the little girl wanted me to have sex with her here. I was thinking it probably wasn't a good idea, because I didn't want my mom to wake up and discover us. But I also felt like if I wouldn't get in trouble, I should probably just have sex with the little girl. She seemed to be really curious. I thought I should help satisfy her curiosity.

Dream #2

(I had fallen asleep while "rehearsing" the memories of my first dream.)

I stood in a dark room of a museum with a woman and possibly another person, maybe a man. The woman was very business-like, professional looking. The walls of the museum were either black or not lit at all.

The woman and I stood before a painting of some dramatic scene, like a Redcoat soldier on a hill during the Revolutionary War. But it was done in a very realistic style, like that of Millet (?), except more watery. The sky was a slushy blue, and the hill was like washy waves of green, dotted with white flowers. The Redcoat seemed to be collapsing. He may already have been down on one knee.

The style struck me as very dramatic and beautiful. But suddenly I realized the painting was a pointillist painting -- a style of painting I generally don't like very much.

I told the woman that this might be one of the very few pointillist paintings I actually like. I gave a description of the painting. As I did, I suddenly thought, Wait a minute! This isn't a memory from one of my dreams! What the heck am I doing here?

The painting seemed to start changing, a black, comic-book style painting "burning" out from underneath it, from the middle outwards.