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I was sitting at home and mom asked me to go to quick trip for her. I accepted and she told me how to do it. She said to go down the road and turn left. Then I was to enter a house and find the passage to quick trip. I went down the road, entered the house and looked around. I went upstairs and found reminders of my childhood of me playing with cousins. I looked around and all i could find was a TV a dinning room and just a regular looking house. I kept trying tho. I then decided to go home and tell mom I failed. The dream ended.

I am visiting the home of my high school girlfriend and her husband. They have two small daughters. They have asked me to babysit while they go and celebrate their anniversary. While they are interviewing me for the job I keep morphing into different creatures. When they ask me about my previous experience as a babysitter, I turn into a beautiful naked woman. They are shocked and appalled and while I apologize at first, soon I just become intrigued by my new body. I tell them this will pass and as we continue with the interview, I explore my new body a little bit. Natural C cup breasts and long straight blonde hair.

Then just as they are putting on their coats to leave I turn into a cat. I am now a 40 LB or so big yellow cat with brown streaks. The two little girls are very excited by this and want to play with me. I roll over onto my back and the girls rub my belly. The father goes into the bedroom and gets a very small saddle. He puts the saddle on me and the little girls take turns riding me around the room like a pony. The effect is a little bit like "Cringer" from He-Man.



Since I am a cat I can do things that ponies cannot, such as leap onto furniture and climb up curtains. The girls are having a good time and while I am playing with them in cat form, The parents sneak out of the house.

There is a time slip and the dream cuts to hours later; the girls are asleep and I am back to my regular human, Clothed, form. I am sitting on the couch and watching the home shopping network on television. The parents come home from their anniversary dinner, giggling and excited. The husband tells me they were so inspired by my shape changing earlier, that they did something extra special. Then his wife/my ex takes off her dress and is covered from head to toe in a brand new Dalmatian tattoo. That's head to toe solid white with black spots. My jaw drops in shock.

I wake up

Dream From 2 nights ago--

I am walking across the street into a shopping center that looks like Preston Royal SE corner. I am walking toward the McDonalds, and I see some tables in front of me to my left, where most of the parking lot should be. They are circular grey tables, and there is my roommate from next year sitting down alone, facing away from me, eating some food. I walk up to him and say what's up, he talks back. We have a short conversation and then I walk past him.

I get into a car that was parked in a space and start driving forward. I have extremely little control of this vehicle. I am trying to go to another space, but when I start going forward, my car veers slowly into another car coming toward me. I hit them head on, we bump away like bumper cars, and even though there is damage I keep driving. I park in the space somehow, I have no control still.

As I get out, I somehow am immediately in the store I wanted to be in. I have a skateboard under my feet and I don't realize it. When I take a step forward, the skateboard slips out from under my feet and goes down this slope of the restaurant floor. It hits this fat guy who is sitting in the corner. He doesn't seem to mind. I get really confused why I can't control anything and start to get scared. This fear causes me to go passobs and then I remove from the dream.

Dream 2 from 2 nights ago--

I am in a store, shop lifting some items. I am wearing a purple sweater that I wore while I was getting hazed in my frat. As I am stuffing in items, I think about how guilty I should feel. And I do start to wonder if I will get caught. Maybe they have video cameras. Maybe the cops are already coming and I need to hurry. These rushing thoughts force me to leave the shop with whatever I already have.

As I exit through a corner exit I might find in a CVS, the cops start walking toward me. This causes me to 180 back into the store and run through the nearest aisle. When I reach the aisle, I grab something and throw it back to them in an attempt to slow them down. I am now running down the far side of the aisle, and I head all the way to the back corner of the store. There are hallmark cards to my right and I can turn to run down the farthest aisle.

Looking down the aisle, I see the cops and I decide to full sprint toward them. I run so fast that I hit the perpendicular stack of stuff at the end of the aisle. I pick up some ham and I throw it at the fat woman cop. She catches it and smells it, closes her eyes in pleasure and gives me time to escape haha...

I run into the parking lot, and its night outisde. There are some people playing soccer to my right as I'm running. I sprint to my mom's chevrolet suburban, and hide right up against it. As the woman cop drives her car around the parking lot, I stay low and watch her through the suburban windows, hiding right next to the suburban where she definitely cant see me. When the cop car passes back, its a taco bell delivery car. I can tell because its a normal car with the taco bell sign on top.

After she turns out of the parking lot, I find a red GT mustang, and I get into it. I turn on the car, and JT opens the passenger and asks where I am going. I ask him if he wants to drive because I'm so tired. He gets in and says no while laughing. I am kind of frustrated by that, but I figure its better for me to drive when I'm wanted by the cops. We drive for a little and then suddenly arrive at a rave party.

This party seems unreal, like a cartoon. I am forced to stare downward, unable to look up or around. My vision is also very shaky and I think I am jumping but I cant feel my body. We end up sitting on a bed, with JT to my left. I'm still looking down and thinking about it just causes me to go passobs.

Dream 1--

Most of my dreams tonight occur in a hotel, which is interesting because I just entered into a summer retreat, meeting a whole bunch of new people.

I am in my hotel room, with my normal roommate, watching a cartoon. The cartoon looks like Jesus holding on to the 2 tablets that have the 10 commandments written on them. He is shouting something but the TV is on mute. THen I hear what sounds like God damning him to hell.

I look away and see my roommate on the left side of the room. I walk to the table and say jesus just got owned. I am reading something on a yellow piece of paper at the same time.

Suddenly, I am walking out of a cave. I feel like I am now jesus and I have escaped from hell somehow. There is this woman following me though, and I have the intuition that she is against me, trying to stop me. I start to run, but I can't run very fast of course. She has these high heels or something because she keeps complaining that she's wearing the wrong shoes.

Every time she gets close to me, I turn to kick her, but I never actually kick, I just fake her out to make her stop running. We are running on a floor made of bricks outside. It's daytime and there are green circular tables to my right. We are running toward a green gate a little ways in front of me.

Eventually, she catches up to me, so I actually kick her. At this point, she tries to take off her shoes while we are fighting because she is wearing the wrong shoes to fight. Then she turns into this girl that I do ninjitsu with at USC, wearing long socks with that are blue and pink striped.

2--

I am in my bed, and I wake up (false awakening) and my roommate is awake. We start talking. He somehow pulls his bed all the way toward me just by scooting in my direction. Now the beds are separated by about a foot. We keep talking and I don't know why but I feel really inferior and bad about myself. I am watching what he is doing to get an idea about what he thinks about me and how he is responding. As he talks, he will sometimes look at this white macbook in front of him with some youtube video playing.

3--

Elevators.. I can only remember going down in an elevator to the lobby where people are.

Lizards

I met a man who collected lizards to protect his home. These were like monitor lizards,
though I forgot what there were called in my dream. He had three kinds of lizards. One
was kind of soft skinned like a gecko. The other two had leathery skin. One was brown and
black like a Royal/Ball Python-the other was gray with perhaps a few black spots on it.

The man had one that was about 4 feet running around the property. Most were only as large
as my hand. He picked up a couple. I told him not to break the tail (commonly done when picking
up smaller lizards due to a survival technique). He said he knew, but the tip came off of one.

I picked the both up afterwards, and one opened its mouth to bite. I held both behind the head
concerned about how much pressure I put on the neck to prevent a bite.

Then I saw some shallow pottery with a wide mouth. Baby lizards were crawling around trying to get out.

Special Inhaler

I might have been with the same man who had the lizards--I'm not sure, but two guys were talking about
something that people used to get really high. I picked up this tube and inhaled. Using dream logic, it was like
a chamber that smoke would have gone into, but you could then remove the chamber and inhale straight from
one side of the chamber.

One of the guys sarcastically questioned why I was having trouble standing up. I knew I was busted. They were
not into drugs at all. They had a police feel about them. They weren't police, but they had no tolerance for drugs,
and they knew I took the hit.

I remember having trouble keeping my balance. It was a strange feeling to be high in a dream. Eventually the
trouble passed, but that is the end of the dream.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in an office with my boss and the head of our department, J. J made a comment about the conditions of our company. He then said, "Well, your boss will tell you more about that." J then walked out of the office, through a doorway that may possibly have been to a stairwell.

Only my boss and I were now left on the office floor. The space was kind of narrow. There was some kind of long counter or reception desk running along the area where my boss and I stood.

My boss stood a few feet away from me. He looked a little different than IWL. His hair was cut short, and he was wearing really nice eyeglasses with no frames on the bottom of the lenses and nice, thin, black frames across the top. He was also wearing a pale, lemon-yellow shirt that looked very clean and pressed.

My boss said, "Well, I guess I should tell you it's going to happen to me next. But don't say I told you."

I understood this to mean that my boss was going to leave the company. But he'd said it so quietly and mumbled, and he'd told me not to talk about it. So I acted like it wasn't a big deal, like I almost hadn't heard him in the first place. I actually may also have hoped he'd say whatever he'd said again, since he'd mumbled and been so quiet that I wasn't quite sure I heard him correctly.

My boss was annoyed by my reaction, as if he thought what he'd said hadn't sunk into my skull at all. So, as I walked closer to him, he took out a plastic pen, kind of fatter than normal, and poked me at the top right side of my chest, and said, "Au revoir."

It was now clear that my boss was leaving the company. My boss had given me a parting gift. It was a huge book by Marguerite Duras. I don't remember the title. It was a fat paperback. It had a yellow cover, possibly with some kind of painting inside a circle on the center on the front.

My boss and I stood at the far end of the counter now. Just beyond us was an unlit area that looked like a living room, or even like two decent-sized living rooms separated from each other by some kind of partitions. The rooms were visible only by the fluorescent light of the office area and the deep blue morning or evening light coming in through the wall-sized windows.

The counter looked now more like an alcohol bar made out of office materials. My boss wandered around to the other side of the bar. As he did I told him, "Well, I'm really thankful to you. You took a chance on me when nobody else would..."

But my boss waved me off, as if to say, "Don't start with all that modesty stuff again." He came back around the bar and handed me another book. It was also by Marguerite Duras. It was much thinner than the first book. It had the same kind of yellow color. This book was titled Abe Diem----- or Abe Dies----- (can't remember the rest of the word). I figued the title was German.

Dream #2

I was walking on some concrete path with two other people. One was probably my sister. The other was a kind of fat man maybe my age or younger, maybe in his mid 20s.

It was a bright, sunny day. The path we walked on was like a sidewalk, and it was in a suburban neighborhood. But it was actually crossing some area between two grassy fields on either side of which were blocks of houses. The area we were walking through at first was narrow, as if there were some kind of construction trailer to our right.

At least my sister and I were carrying something. We both carried the objects slung over our shoulders. My sister carried one bag of something and a huge, black-metal frame almost like a bed frame. The frame had a bunch of figures molded into the empty space. The figures looked like toys, like army figures, or little toy-wrestling figures. The thing looked extremely awkward and heavy to carry. I may actually have felt this from my sister's point of view.

I was carrying a plastic bag with a huge pack of Huggies diapers in it. It wasn't very heavy at all.

I felt kind of guilty for carrying something so light and easy while my sister carried such a big, heavy frame. At some point either I or the other man suggested that we stop a moment, ostensibly to give my sister a break. The man stopped. I slowed down, unsure as to what our plan was. My sister kept going. She said she didn't need a break. And before long, she was altogether gone.

We were finally now just past the trailer or series of trailers that had made the place seem so narrow. We were in a grassy field, like a litte park. The guy had stopped right past the far end of the trailers. I'm pretty sure he hadn't been holding anything before. But now he set down a white, cloth bag and a black frame like the one my sister had.

I set down my bag with the huge pack of Huggies diapers. I was also carrying a small, black bag which had something square in it. I set the black bag on top of the Huggies bag, hoping that I could conceal the fact from the man that I was carrying all these diapers around with me.

The man now explained the black frame to me. He said you painted one side of the figures and then pressed them against a canvas. In this way you created some kind of big painting of all these figures.

There was also another frame, which may have been of copper or bronze. Not everybody had this second frame. But it produced a second layer on the paintings, which gave the figures "moveable arms." The arms really weren't moveable on the painting. But I guess what was meant was that the torso, legs, and head of the figures were one color, while the arms were another color.

In my mind's eye I saw a brownish-copper color canvas or paper dotted with gnarly, little paint-figures. The legs, torsos, and heads of the figures were black, while the arms were either white or a very pale, bright shade of purple.

Dream #3

I was in a movie theatre with a few other people. The movie theatre was huge, but there were only a few of us, all scattered through the first three or four rows of the theatre. Two people I was aware of were an older man with big, clear glasses and pale, blue eyes, and a young, pretty, blonde woman.

We were all here as part of some audition. Or we may actually already have been performing. But as part of this audition or performance we had to watch whatever movie was playing.

I may have been second row. Something felt very weird just to my left, as if the seats were gone, or as if something or someone was crowding me almost to the point of pushing against me.

The old man was in the row behind me. He tapped my left shoulder. He said to me, "See over there, in the front row? That boy? Even though he's a star, he wanted to be part of this thing, too. Heh, heh! He called his agent up directly and asked to be given a space down here today!"

I looked to the boy the man had pointed out. He seemed to look like Frankie Muniz from Malcolm in the Middle. But he wore a round-brimmed hat and big, thick eyeglasses. He sat in the front row, in one of the far left seats. He had seemed a little standoffish to me, though I'm not sure when he had seemed this way. But now he seemed shy, kind of fragile, and in need of a friend.

I was now sitting at a table, apparently in some kind of restaurant. The table was for four. To my right was a window wall which revealed the pink-peach light of early sunrise or late sunset, possibly over a body of water, like a huge lake.

The "star" sat caddy-corner from me at the table, eating something like cereal or oatmeal. I may have been eating or only drinking a cup of coffee. I suddenly recognized the "star." It was a man named Aki, a guy who DJ'd at a relief concert that had been held at the Japan Society.

I was excited to see him again, as I'd lost contact with him. But I remembered how shy and fragile he'd seemed as the "star" kid in the theatre. So I didn't speak too enthusiastically to him, or even let on that I knew who he was.

I asked him something about his life. He responded in a kind of quiet tone, like he was a little depressed. I thought I wouldn't press any more conversation, although it looked like he was probably getting ready to say a few more things on his own.

I remembered my dream earlier this morning , but I didn't do the whole "brain re-write" process , so I forgot it.

I had a dream where I was on a dock, with the rest of my class. There were some boats parked not 10 feet in front of us. Our teacher was an old fisherman. We were just supposed to get in the water and float. Sounds easy. I saw everyone get in.. even though some really didn't want to. We didn't have bathing suits either.

I guess I was able to get out of the swimming; because I never remember me getting in.
After a few minutes of nothing, a girl name Carlee in my class went missing.
The last time we saw her, she was in the water talking.. all the time. So we went on a search for her. Finally after a few minutes, my sister told me that the old fisherman found her inside the building behind us. "Up the stairs, to the left, to the right, and she was in that room." We don't know why she was though.

About 10 minutes before class was supposed to end, Carlee went missing again. It was getting darker outside, so everyone was worried. All the parents started showing up and her mom was crying. The dream "zoomed in" on her and showed me her crying face. Then the clock struck 3. Now it was nighttime darkness.

I never knew if they found her, but I left. I got lost in the house. I went up these flight of stairs, and found a really big restaurant with door holders outside the doors. I went back down the stairs, only to find another restaurant in the main entrance. While I was walking down the stairs I could hear them all talking merrily. Then I heard a gunshot and people screaming. More gunshots. I tried to run.. but seemed to be fumbling for something. A gun, maybe. There was one on the steps; but I failed to pick it up in my fright. I got to the end and ran to the front door as not to get hit by a gun shot. I came out the door and shut it as hard as I could, and ran. Then I thought I heard the person with the gun was behind me, I thought he was an old man. But as soon as it ran in front of me, I figured out that it was a girl about 3 years above me.. dressed in some kind of leopard print.

I yelled out to her, "Hey, can I join you?" she didn't answer; but was trying to shoot some beings that just came from her shadow.
I tried to run again; but something was pulling me back. No matter how hard I tried, I could not escape that force that was pulling me back to the house. Then I looked around for a minute. It looked a lot like my dad's house outside. Then I saw the girl running down the road. I was still being pulled back. Then I stopped completely, and I was whisked off my feet and hit the building, still trying to escape.

Then I was rudely awoken by my sister. Dang it! I wanted to see what would happen next.

Many different dreams including a tail end lucid.

Cleaning my house and fighting with brother and his friends. Mix fo work with home life.

Most dreams were quite vivid. One at end of night included theme of crossing over to other reality. In it I was in an orc village. I looked around and realised it was a dream. Followed through on dream of conducting and leading a choir. At end was talking but aware I could wake up. Woke up into false awaking then woke up. Next time I won't continue but will change theme.

This dream wasnt vivid or interesting. I was on a site that looked like dreamviews but wasnt. So i tried signing in but it didnt work. thats all i remember :/

I was again in my old dorm, I met a man that is a superhero, he seems like live in the same room as me. While he went to the bathroom, I stole his superhero costume and try to fit it to myself. I tried to switch on the lamp with no luck (but it's not Reality Check and I didn't realize anything but the broken lamp) and suddenly one part of the costume is gone

Lucid: green
Nonlicid: blue
Notes: black

Vividness: 3/5
Lucidity: 0/5

Ok, for some reason, I was spongebob squarepants. I still looked like myself, but everyone called me spongebob. I was inside a building with Patrick, which was a huge tower with a slide at the top. All of the walls were covered in blue carpet. Patrick kept going down it but I wanted to make a shortcut in the wall so I didn't have to keep walking up. I made a hole in the wall by the base and one at the top of the tower. I tried to go through the hole thinking I'd be at the top but I was in this empty room with a wooden floor. The floor shattered into pieces and I fell down. That's all I can remember, but I'm sure there was more past that.

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MY FIRST LUCID!
6am WBTB and then felt myself go 'into' the dream from waking state. I don't think i'd class it as WILD as i didn't induce it. When i woke up, I told Alex all about my dream, i believe he will post his dream up soon

I woke into the dream. I don't remember where i was, but i do remember touching something around me to try and ground myself.. the sensation of touching something made me start to lose lucidity as I thought of my waking body still asleep.
As i was losing lucidity, I thought of Alex (Dark_Merlin) and his aura. I could feel a teal/turquoise color far far away and turned to face it. Giving it a shot and trying to prolong my lucid dream, i 'jumped' to him (Like the movie Jumper). The don't remember much about the jump itself except that it went from black nothingness where i couldn't even see my own body to Alex being infront of me, a big LONG wall to my right (Alex's left) and Toby (a friend of ours) standing next to me. Assuming this was a shared dream, I tried to bring Alex into the lucidness. I done the Lady Gaga pose of covering one eye up seeing as his RC check sign is an eye.
Alex just started laughing and Toby walked away.
Giving up on trying to lucid Alex, I picture a door on the wall tried to 'will' books and my.. DG inside. When i 'felt' that there was someone inside, i felt someone 'probe' my consciousness, like they were trying to link their mind with mine. I remembered a friend of mine telling me to Kamehameha if i had a lucid, so I walked in front of the door.. and Kamehameha waved the door down. I walked inside to see a (lady?) there. She was short and not the most attractive of women. This lady had a very amused look on her face. I felt insulted and walked out of the room. She laughed and walked over to me, in front of the door and asked me if i knew where Toby was.
"I don't know, probably talking to girls" (or something along those lines).




Alex's Dream: http://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/dark...ng-yard-18284/
I believe the wall would be abouts the end of the bridge. If anyone can work out what the wall may represent in his dream, please comment on this dream entry or his. Another friend of his went lucid about two nights ago and when she went to find Alex in his dreams, there was also an endless wall.

Thanks for reading!

Notes| Dream|Lucid

27th May

Remember being at school in my Physics classroom, sitting next to one of my friends John. The teacher asked me if i'd done my homework (False memories: we were lighting croissant[spelling?] with bunsen burners). I told him that i had it drawn down the croissant but i hadn't shaded it yet.
"You better shade it in, then."


LOL what!

(I was actually debating calling this a fragment. It was just short enough and fragmented enough to be considered a fragment)

In a room that was kind of like a basement a friend of mine and his little brother were there too. They were talking about some FPS game with a really weird name (I think it was called "dediciois"). A picture of a cartoonish wolf kept coming onto the screen of a nearby TV.

I appeared in an art room. The lesson was strange. We dunked clay figures under water until they started to melt.