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false awakening
i was in a game called battle front II for star wars and as i was fighting i was surrounded and so i spun around and took all of the droids out of my way then my dream spun somehow again lucid i was reading my kindle and my car was driving itself and all of a sudden some one steals the reason it controls it self i reach out the window so itll come back as i was doing this the car headed for some trees. i noticed and reached over the driver seat and turned the car only to go into a trail which lead to some of my associates skateboarding i asked the way to the middle school and then i woke up! wow

I have a suspicion that someone I know is going to try to steal from me. We are hanging out and he is giving me a shaky vibe. He leaves the room but his day planner remains. I look through his planner and see several instances that suggest his plans to rob me. I feel a surge of nervous energy, betrayed and angry. I want to get violent, but at the same time I'm finding it hard to believe that I could be treated like that. I start looking for ways around my living room whereby I can take the thief down without using violence.

I was walking through a house with two other people I am acquainted to. I forget how exactly I became lucid, I was just lucid. And it took me a while to figure out that this was someone else's house. The people who owned it came in the house, and I ran to hide. I went into their basement and heard them following, so I went out the first door I saw. Then, some parts are kind of unclear, but I ended up in their kitchen with them behind me. There was a door there (two, in fact), but they were about two inches on all sides and in the middle of the wall. I turned around, found another door, and bolted out. I was in an alley. Now alone, I decided to fly. I leapt and floated back down. I leapt again and landed on three telephone wires. I climbed onto something (a platform, I guess) and suddenly, the dream switched settings, into the entryway of a house. I wanted to levitate, but suddenly, gravity seemed to shift and I was being pulled forward. The dream melted away from there.

I didn't recall a single dream last night. I thought I was on a roll, too

I can't remember anything. It was storming last night, and I had to move to the basement. Couldn't sleep.

I was in my living room. Dad was on the other side of the table, by the glass door. I got a feeling that I was dreaming, so I did the nose plug reality check. I got lucid and spun, trying to teleport to the Frost Giant's cave. Dad got mad and yelled "you are not dreaming, stop!" I thought "stupid DC doesn't want me lucid." I jumped while spinning I landed on hard surface, unlike the snowy one that is around the Frost Giants cave and could not open eyes. I tried to open my eyes. The dream ended.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

A young version of Ozzy Osbourne reclined in a longish chair. The young Ozzy had long hair and a kind of big pot belly. Ozzy wore a long, white cotton dress that may have had a patch of black on it.

Ozzy either said or thought, "The greatest shall be least, and the least shall be greatest." He might have said this with my voice or thought it as if he were thinking it through my thoughts.

Dream #2

I was looking down to a baby that sat on the floor. The baby wore nothing but a diaper and may have been playing with some toys.

I looked up and saw that I was in a video store. The store kind of reminded me of a Hollywood Video in my hometown. There were rows and rows of shelves of videotapes. I was amazed at how huge the place was.

Dream #3

No vision. I had the thought, "I might take a book with me."

Dream #4

A black man stood before a reception desk in some kind of lobby. The desk and walls were designed to look like they were made of wood. But the color was so strange -- a kind of greyish, purplish brown that everything seemed to sink into. There may also have been a column of the same color near the desk.

A black woman sat behind the desk. She asked the man if she could help him. The man replied in a gentle, slightly high-pitched voice, "Service desk?"

Dream #5

I was in a room with a woman and a man. The room felt like a hotel room or meeting room. It was bright with natural light, which was probably yellowed by the room's fluorescent light. I sat in a wooden chair, like for a dining table. The woman sat off to my left, possibly sitting in a bigger chair or possibly even sitting on a small coffee table. The man sat on a couch that seemed to be made out of white leather.

I couldn't see the woman, although I think she was young, maybe in her 20s. The man was older, maybe in his late 50s. He was kind of short, but strong-looking. He had tough, tan, slightly wrinkled skin. He had white hair that was a little wiry, though it was arranged well. He wore khaki slacks, a navy blue blazer, and a pale blue dress shirt.

I had apparently been complaining to the man about something. He asked me if I wanted him to talk to ----- about it. I said no, that that didn't seem like the right person to talk to. It may have seemed like talking to that person may have struck me as making too big a deal out of the situation. But there was a different person I thought we could talk to.

The man was disappointed in me for not wanting to take his suggestion. Before I could even tell him about the other person, the man stood up out of the couch. I was standing as well. The man said, "Bah!" And shoved past me, heading out the door.

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I awoke in the dream in my bedroom. Everything looked usual. I decided to teleport to the cave of the Frost Giant. Yes I know, I read Wakingnomad's dream journal to much and want to meet the giant. Anyway I spun then looked around and nothing changed. I was worried about looking out the window and seeing something scary. I looked out and nothing scary was there. It was usual outside. I looked out my bedroom door and saw my hall. I didn't teleport my room to Frost Giant's cave. I felt like I failed. The dream ended.

Dream sign appeared again, but I completely missed it. Alas. On a side note, I have discovered that for the most part, I can read pretty well in dreams.


Sleep. I am driving down a street in my van towards the mall, apparently searching for my truck. As I reach an intersection, I accidentally drive into the end of a turning lane from the people turning right, so I turn left on the red and pray no cops catch me. As I am turning, I see my friend Helena practising her driving in a dark sea-green cube van. Once at the mall, I try to park, but the gas and brake keep switching and the van lurches forward. I fear that I have hit the car in front of me, but the lady says that I am just 1mm away. I sigh in relief.

I am now in the mall, and with me is a young Chinese girl (whose name I later learn is Lindy Yan). She is about eight. My family is adopting her temporarily (like an exchange program). The mall's hallway is narrower than usual, comparable to the width of an elementary school's. I am showing Lindy the various stores, and I ask her if she remembers when we went into Shopper's Drug Mart. She says yes. I tell her that Zeller's is four times as big, and her eyes widen.

We enter a learning centre that reminds me of the one I currently work at. I am flipping through one of the booklets, and I remark on their similarity to the ones I'm used to seeing, except the grading system is a bit different. I ask Lindy in a "parent voice" if it looks fun. She gives me a firm, "No." So I look outside the centre and see the Zeller's, so I ask her if she wants to go into it. Lindy agrees.

As soon as we enter, I sit down on a bench to rest. I watch as Annie, a girl in my sociology class, and Rob, a boy who was in my split-grade French class last year, enter together. I wave and call them over. Annie, however, says that she is not Annie, but a Paige. (At this point, Lindy Yan has vanished). I apologize, saying that I always confused the names of the girls in my French class (Paige/Hannah, Holly/Daniella).

While I am telling her this, I appear in my French class from last year, which is located in the Upper West Wing of my school. When I walk outside the classroom, I am in the Upper East Wing and realize that the room behind me was my Sociology/English classroom. Right beside the door is Joe, who has a big black box in which there is a pale coffee-coloured substance with the consistency of soft ice cream. He is adding white glue to it and stirring. When I ask him what it is, he tells me it is ice cream.

He eats the whole thing after scooping it into a giant Tim Horton's travel mug. I ask him if he can make more, except in chocolate, and he agrees and gets started making it. By this time, we have teleported to the opposite side of the hall and down one door. My friends come out of my Sociology classroom and join us. Jay, one of my friends, tells us that Rock Band is up and running back in the classroom, but there is only room for four. We decide to split our group of eight in half, with four eating ice cream and four playing Rock Band. Then, we'll switch. I decide to eat my ice cream first. However, when I peek into the classroom next to my Sociology class (the one currently across the hall from me), I see my friend Leia. Since she is looking incredibly bored, I invite her to join us. Wake.

This is a part of a dream I had about a week ago and I totally forgot to write something about it so I'll say a little just so I remember.

The dream started in a wonderful area that seemed to be in between tropical and a wilderness area. The water was a radiant dark blue, you could see all the way to the bottom in it though. I had my own little house on the side of this lake/ocean. I had no reason to go in it, it was too beautiful outside, the perfect temperature and so tranquil. The house was white with maroon trim and was brand new. It looked very small but it had two stories, it almost reminded me of the houses in New York or in that show Everybody Hates Chris, very tall and skinny. I went for a swim so I could swim to my parents house, they lived on the other side of the ocean and greeted me happily when I arrived. I appeared at my Grandma's house once again, I did not enter the house this time. Instead I went to the backyard where the pear trees were, there was a small open cottage built back there, there was no door and it was very spacious. I remember there was a computer or a TV in there. My friend Nathan came out with his cell phone in his hand, walked to the right of the house which there was a large sitting area with about four people sitting there. I remember leaning against a girl there like she was my girl friend though I can't remember her face though she was very skinny.

That's all I really remember I woke up from there, a lot of other things happened in between but they were scary parts that I don't recall as much. Well Gtg it's late hopefully I'll have another lucid tonight.

Note: Grandma's house again, dream sign.

Trying to get to the green moon

I remember barely nothing, but here is what i CAN remember.

I was running around on a hilly plain, trying to summon a rocket, could not, woke up.

Wow, this was certainly a vivid one, before this I believe I had some long dream about helping the length and vividness of my dreams, but I don't remember it at all. This, on the other hand, was great

My memory starts off in a shop in the middle of my city. It has large windows at the front, and the sun is shining in brightly. I caught the bus in, I think, with a couple of my friends Tim and Josh. They wanted me to leave, because the bus to take us home was coming and we were going to miss it. I wouldn't leave, because I was fascinated by the things in the store.
The lady who helped run the store was young, in her 20's, and looked like a bit like the comedian Sarah Silverman, crossed with the character Gooch from Scrubs.


The store sold small, homemade products. The ones I was looking at were small clay photo frames, with bright colours and weird designs - something made them really stand out to me. I asked the lady running the store about their products, and she sang me a song with her ukulele. It was funny, and simply just ran through a list of the quirky things they sold, and she ran out of things at the end, and finished it awkwardly. I thought the song was funny, but Tim thought it should have been better for a comedian, and proceeded to go with Josh to catch the bus to go home, leaving me in the store.

I stayed and looked at the other things in the shop, finding some small balls about 2cm in diameter filled with fluff, made from 4 pieces of felt. They were made of either red or yellow, and blue felt. I questioned the man from the shop, who was one of the lead characters from the Mighty Boosh, wearing something somewhat like he is in the picture. I noticed that they broke easily, by pinching them at the base. He said they were supposed to, and it made perfect sense to me, and reminded me of something from the show. So I bought a pack, since I liked them so much.

The bus I was supposed to catch with Tim and Josh came back around out the front of the store, and Josh came in exclaiming
"The bus went the wrong way and turned left and circled back around!"
So I left the store with him and got on the bus with them both. On the trip home, there was a really large sign, or part of a fence made of two wooden posts and a large piece of metal in between, which was flying through the air wildly around the bus. I was quite scared, and remember visualising that it could have easily crashed through the front of a car and killed people, and probably could have done the same to the side of the bus. It seemed to fly off as we continued to drive past it though, and I went on looking out the window. I remember seeing one of my friends out the front of a small house, working on his car. I hoped that he would be okay, and it was a pretty terrible time to be having car trouble.

The dream jumps to me arriving home, and I believe I was helping Dad in the garage, trying to find old computers. The image I remember here is also an old memory, and could be mixed in with the dream. I think it may also be why I went to the trinket store in the first place. I believe this was where the next section of the dream was introduced, where I had to help Dad take care of a bottle of bleach, which was trying to rehabilitate from a nasty drug habit. I think I may have used him to clean a surface at one point. The end of the dream is during the middle of the night, where I got up to find the bleach, passed out balanced over the edge of a painting, which was leaning against a wall where we normally have our kitty litter tray. This really confused me, as I couldn't work out what was happening. I knew the bleach was on the edge of the frame that was leaning up against the wall, but I couldn't see it properly. Somehow my mind made sense of it. I noticed that bleach was coming out of the lid and realised he had OD'd, and had choked on his own vomit.
"Oh Bleachy..."
After realising he was dead, I used the bleach that had poured out of his mouth (the end of the bottle..) and a piece of cardboard, (again, my mind knew cardboard didn't work well on floors, but then i realised 'Oh it works like a sponge, of course') and cleaned a white tile to a shine (where we don't have white tiles).

This dream confused the heck out of me when I woke up, and when I started thinking about it, I had to laugh at myself a little bit. How did I possibly miss any of those signs! A sign flying past caught in insane winds on a perfectly sunny day, a store run by two comedians, a bus route I normally catch every day taking me on a road which doesn't exist -- actually, a house which the sign flew past looked exactly like a house my bus goes past every day, but it was painted a pale yellow instead of a greenish black, and was on a road that overlooks the ocean near the beach instead of bushland--, and most importantly a bottle of BLEACH named Bleachy, which had a drug habit and OD'd! That night, we did break the bottom off of a bottle of bleach, and I'm pretty sure thats where that came from.

Before I went to sleep last night, I wrote in my journal affirming myself that my dream guide will help & wake me to lucid dream. I've never met them, but I think this dream which I remember so vividly was definitely supposed to help me lucid. Instead, I had the most vivid and random dream I've had in years! I know I'm close to it, and I'm confident I'll have full control.

I'm unsure of what was happening before I became lucid. Yet, once I was lucid my first idea was to drive a car since it has been a long time since I have driven a car in a lucid dream. Fortunately I was already on a street within a large city that resembled New York to an extent. I walked to the side of the street where an old beater car sat. I thought about an Audi for a moment, and the car slowly transformed into a silver Audi. I wasn't satisfied with the model, so I thought to myself "something powerful." The new model of the car looked beefed up and very fancy. But, when I got into the car, the steering wheel was located in the backseat. I found this unacceptable, so I pictured the steering wheel in the correct position, shut the door, and reopened it to find the steering wheel in it's correct position. I got in and lucked out to find that it was a standard. I threw the car into 1st gear and sped off as fast as the thing could go. Within in seconds another car was speeding by me and we began ramming each other's sides. It was very thrilling since I was still completely lucid at this point. I looked to my right, and for some reason a girl was sitting in the passenger seat.. I managed to ram the other car off the road, and felt that I had driven the car enough. I got out, and the night quickly turned into day. I tried flying, and I succeeded, but I could only fly slowly. I tried again, but this time I used a different technique. I began on the ground running as fast as I could, and then I threw my arms out in front of me as hard as I could. The results were amazing! I have never flown this fast in any dream of mine. The city scenery had turned into a blur. I flew up to a futball stadium, and entered from the top while flying. I swooped down, and a game happened to be going on at the time. I managed to hit the ball and score on the what seemed to be guest team. The crowd began to rage in a riot, and I felt that it was time to leave. I flew outside to find a totally different landscape then what was there before. It now resembled the Moab desert. There were big red rocks and arches everywhere. I walked under one large rock where I spoke to a group of people. Suddenly a few rocks began to fall. I looked up and saw a Vietnamese man with long hair climbing the rocks. I flew up and told him to be careful, and to eat horse tits. He obliged, and continued to climb! I had grown bored with my surroundings, so I landed softly on the ground and tried out the spin technique. I spun around once, and found myself within a cafeteria filled with people. I went into the line and asked for extra potatoes and crunchy noodles. The man fulfilled my request, and I went to go sit by some girls. I began to have a conversation with one of them. I asked her how she felt being in my dream. She replied saying, "I feel futile, but I can still create whatever I wish while I am here." I challenged her and told her to show me. Suddenly I was in my own bedroom with her, but the room was much larger than it is in real life. There were other beautiful girls in the room as well. There was foreplay among I and several other women. Then the women I challenged spawned one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. My complete attention was drawn to her. I asked the women where she was from, and she said Columbia. When we kissed, it was one of the most amazing sensations I have ever felt from another dream character. Music began to play with an older man singing. It grew louder and louder until I woke up, yet, there was no music playing! Whack dream...

So last night I had quite an interesting dream, and even obtained semi-lucidity. While I remember only fragments of it (some parts are very fuzzy) I do remember some specifics.

The most memorable part of my dream that I remember is being in an airplane with my dad. He is a pilot and flies single engine propeller airplanes. Me him and my step-mom were all in the air plane, and the most memorable part of my dream took place while inside it, it was also when I became (semi) lucid. As we were about to take off from the runway a large white semi truck came barreling through the middle of the runway, and it looked like it was about to hit us. We somehow missed it and took off. I remember talking to my Dad and Step mom about it while we were in the air.

Moments later we landed for a refuel (or something like that, I'm not sure) but when we were about to take off ANOTHER white semi truck, identical to the first, came barreling through the runway and we barely dodged that as well. It was at this point that I realized that I was dreaming. I remember telling my Stepmom and Dad that we had to be in a dream, because those trucks were exactly identical and that there was no way for that to happen unless I was dreaming (I somehow managed to forget the fact that it ever happening in the first place was weird enough). They argued that fact (I don't remember what exactly was said) but I remember knowing that I was dreaming. It wasn't until we landed that I began to alter the dream.

When we landed I remember being some place unfamiliar but with my family still. I remember debating with my Stepmom over something. I was still semi lucid and was altering the dream area. The reason I say that I was semi lucid was because while I was altering the dream I don't feel like I was fully altering it consciously. I think (think being a key word) I destroyed some things with my mind or something crazy like that, but I didn't feel like I was in control. It is hard to describe but I was half and half as far as my lucidity went. I do remember though not being able to do some things in the dream, but I believe thats because I was doubtful that I was able to do it, seeing as I was only semi lucid.

I've only ever been fully lucid once, and that was my first time having anything resembling a lucid dream. Ever since then I've only had semi lucid dreams. However I hope to continue practicing DILD, WILD, and WBTB methods and eventually become fully lucid. I am having lucid experiences much more frequently now and my dream recall is far better than what it was. So progress is certainly being made!