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I haven't been following goals or keeping up my recall lately. I have had a few spontaneous LD's though, so that is giving me motivation to step up my practice again.

Falling Peacefully
Method DEILD
Lucidity C
Vividness C
Control C
I transition into lucidity from a brief waking. Or it could have been a false awakening, I can't be too sure. But I'll call it a DEILD. I am laying in bed, dark and quiet. I begin to feel the sensation of falling through the bed and into empty dark space. I open my eyes and turn my body upright. I feel the cool breeze of air as I fall and it's quite pleasant. I try to will myself to teleport to some place. I focus my intent on appearing in my office. But nothing happens. The effort causes me to wake up briefly.

I remain still and DEILD chain back into sleep. Once again, I feel like I am falling through the bed and into empty dark space. This time, I decide to just go with it and enjoy the experience. I see a few twinkling dim lights like stars in the distance. Then it seems like either they are getting closer or I am falling faster because they start the rush past me as I fall. They seem to be on a solid wall is closing around me.

Then, it seems as though I am falling through a narrow tube and these dim lights are just specks on the tube as a fall through. It's like a tube ride at a water park. The tube starts to angle slightly instead of straight down, so now I am sliding along the tube rather than just falling. All along, the experience is pleasant and I'm just curious about the whole thing. The tube gradually angles more and more horizontal until eventually it is level. My sliding slows and eventually I stop at one section of the dark tube. I'd say I've been falling for about 5 minutes.

I crawl in the tube, looking at the sides. There's still a soft breeze of air and I don't feel trapped. But I'm looking for a way out. I feel a panel along the wall and remove it. It's like an electrical fuse box. Inside, there is a small lamp with two cords that plug into some sockets in the wall. I pick up the lamp and move it to shine down the tube to get a sense of where I am. But in doing so, I pull the cords out of the wall and the lamp turns off. I feel around to fit the two plugs back into the sockets. In the dim light, I sense that some are color-coded in red and other's black. I try a few different combinations of plugs and sockets until one works and the lamp comes back on.

I turn to look at the other side of the tube with the help of the lamp. I find another panel and I remove. Behind it, there is just empty space, like the tube is suspended in space and this panel is a way out. I think to crawl through but it's too small for me. But as I'm thinking about this, I seem to fall through the bottom of the tube, as if a trap-door opened under me.

I fall for a moment and land softly in a field of long wild grass. It's still mostly dark but a bit lighter here. I can see well enough around me as if the moon is shining down in the middle of the night, though I don't recall looking up to see the moon. I take a moment to reflect on the dream and how calm and quiet it was. I am alone in this dark field, but I don't feel lonely or afraid. It's pleasant.

I was talking to Ben about him visiting us in America and us visiting him in Australia. There was a canyon in Australia that I was particularly interested in seeing, but for some reason, he wouldn’t talk about it. We went through a list of reasons why it was a bad idea – too far away from Brisbane (either twenty-five minutes or five hours, he never specified which), food for the trip, silly things like that which are rarely the biggest factor in planning an international trip. He and another Australian guy debated how well the car would hold up on such a long drive. We were in some kind of virtual reality world. Ben had spent a lot of time converting image data to 3D models of scenic places in Australia, but he wouldn’t let us see them… I was confused, so I pressed this a bit. I finally told Ben flatly that I wanted to see the natural beauty of Australia, and I would see it with or without his help. He wouldn’t talk to me or Nicole after that. We got involved in some kind of weird mind meshing game where we turned Ben’s brain into a marble and rolled it around in our thoughts, making him rethink his decision. He eventually decided he would cooperate with us after all. As we learned, the only reason he had argued was because he thought my request to see the sights in Australia was my way of criticizing his appreciation of nature. Since it was settled, we apologized and settled our disagreement. We missed each other’s company too much to hold out alone anyway. Ben made what was supposed to be a bold statement, then – he would buy a bike in Australia and ride it proudly to show the world how much he loved natural beauty.

The dream jumped. Ben and I were meeting up at a restaurant and hotel. We were all going to stay there together. One of the employees at the restaurant, a woman with blond hair in a sophisticated, black uniform, asked if I needed any help. I declined any assistance; I was waiting for someone, I said. I stood in the middle of the busy restaurant as waitresses zoomed back and forth between tables. I observed that the hotel was separated by a swamp-like stretch of gooey, red organic tissue. I dared not step on it. I asked the blond woman from before how I should cross it. She pointed out a narrow path made of stone that led across. All of this was clearly a reference to Althea’s swamp in the Sword of Truth series. I thanked the woman for her help as Ben appeared in the distance… He was riding a bicycle! When he approached the restaurant, he hopped off the bike. He asked me which coins he was allowed to use as payment in America.

“The American ones,” I laughed.

“The quarters, dimes, and nickels, then…?” he asked, nodding.

“The pennies, too!”

“No…” he said in sincere disbelief. “Really?!” He came into the restaurant after paying some kind of bike fee. Even inside the restaurant, he rode that bike everywhere. He nearly fell in the living swamp water as I was showing it to him. I warned him about it… At best, the water would just creep us out. I didn’t want to find out it was deadly and acidic. Anyway, we went to the winding stone trail. Naturally, Ben had to ride his bicycle over it. He nearly fell in twice; one of the stumbles put most of his weight over the edge, but Ben somehow floated to safety. I asked if he was feeling alright… He was having a lot of trouble with balance. Although he assured me he was fine, he seemed very dizzy… He started coughing and eventually vomiting bile. I invited him to sit on a bench with me and rest before we continued onward. He accepted the offer. I took photographs of the swamp.

The dream jumped. I had a false awakening in Nicole’s bed. The room looked as it did before she rearranged the furniture. I understood that this room was connected to the hotel from before. I kept hearing sounds like a squeaky bike outside. I tuned it out as I relaxed in bed. It was a bright, new morning… Nicole stirred and immediately asked about the strange, periodic bouts of squeaking. I told her I would check it out. The next time we heard it, I saw up and looked out her window. In the street was a metallic figure attached to bike wheels – one big, one small. It cycled freely down the road. I figured out what was going on instantly and ducked out of view.

“You can’t be serious…” I said, mostly to myself. “Get under the bed! Now!” I urged Nicole. She and I managed to squeeze under the bed together. It looked like it would be easy for the robots to detect us if they checked the house; the bed seemed higher up than it actually was from our low vantage point. Anyway, the moment I saw the human-like design in what otherwise could’ve been an interesting vehicle, everything came into place. I knew it was an artificially intelligent robot. The fact that I heard several on the street – but no cars, frighteningly enough – indicated that they were large in number. I suspected they had built up their forces in secret and overwhelmed our society. They hadn’t checked our room while we were sleeping, I decided, or we would be dead. Our robotic overlords had no reason to allow us to live. I explained all of this quietly to Nicole. We watched, terrified, as a robotic sentinel walked past our door on its metallic legs. They didn’t have feet – just long, narrow legs. I wished I had Apheri.

Once the coast was clear, we knew we had to get Ben. Nicole and I went to the bench outside where he stopped to rest the previous day. A fleshy cocoon surrounded it now. I gestured for Nicole to follow me in. It was empty… I didn’t want to imagine what the robots had done to him when they found him. Order is a disturbing foe… We heard the squeaking of metal joints as a robot sentinel approached the cocoon. Nicole told me to hide, but there was nowhere to hide! I prepared myself for a fight. The robot raised its arms when it saw me and opened fire. Bullets filled my body. I tackled the top-heavy machine and tumbled with it into the murky water outside. Nicole gasped, fearing the electricity would kill me as the robot’s body began to crackle. Fortunately, it didn’t. The robot turned into a small bug on my arm. I crushed it with a finger, but like a cockroach, it seemed to come back to life despite seemingly fatal injury. I crushed it again, and it took flight. It bit me, injecting nanobots into my body. I couldn’t destroy it.

“They’re immortal…” I laughed uneasily. What was I going to do? I basically resigned myself to my fate. I couldn’t fight this… I couldn’t imagine how, but the robots had conquered us overnight, and they would exterminate us without fail. I saw them marching toward us. “Go hide, Nicole.”

“What about you?”

“I have something to do… It’s our only chance.” My body was full of bullets. There was no way I would survive – but maybe I could save Nicole.

The dream jumped. I was walking around in tunnels built in a Minecraftian style. I was just above bedrock. Everywhere I looked, I saw robots mounted to the floor or ceiling. When the first one saw me, a white laser trained itself on my forehead. Intense battle music started playing. Inspired by this, I ran for my life as bullets rained on me. I turned away from the few that were shooting me and nearly fell to my knees when I saw hundreds of robots staring at me. There was no escape. They had me trapped. I ran for my life past one of the three in front of me. It shot a boomerang sword at me, cutting off my left arm. Blood spurted out.

“No way…” I choked. It shot the sword again after it returned, taking off my head this time. The bloody head rolled as my body slumped forward. I heard Nicole commenting on how cool the weapon was. I saw her standing by the lighthouse on Sailor’s Isle (Skies of Arcadia). She practiced throwing the sword. It was nearly Apheri’s length and probably just as heavy, but it moved through the air like a phantom.

My recall has been really terrible lately, likely due to being stressed out about school right now. I do remember a bit from my dream last night though.

I'm in some house that I don't recognize. My friends are outside in the backyard, but for some reason I don't want them to know I'm there. I'm in the bathroom, and the bathtub is full. I don't want to let the water out through the drain because it will make noise that could potentially alert the others of my position. I pick up a bucket and start bailing the bath water out of the window. Then I realize that I have been soaking all the people outside. They are angry, and run inside to find me. I panic and run into a nearby room. I climb out of a window, onto some industrial scaffolding. I'm climbing around on this for a while and then I realize that I must be dreaming. I rub my hands on the metal of the scaffolding and tell myself over and over that I'm dreaming, trying to stabilize and retain lucidity.
Then my boyfriend shifted positions in the bed, briefly waking me up. I didn't stay lucid when I fell back into the dream.

*These will be grouped together, as I do not wish to flood and update them separately, and as several of them are fragments.

Age 5, August:

I was in the apartment I shared with my elder sister(whom adopted me after our mothers death and my fathers abandonment). I knew it was late at night, and dark outside, but someone had covered our window with a childs drawing of a bright, sunny day. My dream self knew that the picture was fake, but my sister (I will refer to her as mom from here on out, as thats what I call her) did not seem to realize the picture was false, and continuously insisted that I go outside and play. She became so insistent that my dream-child-self could no longer resist, and so, full of suspicion, I left the house. Upon seeing that it was indeed dark and late, I turned to bang on the door, but she did not answer. I desperately looked through the window, my terror mounting, and saw that she was sitting and watching TV. I screamed, called out to her, and pounded on the door, but she could not hear me. In real life, she would have been able to hear me, and the fact that she couldn't scared me even more. I began to wander around. I was in the alley-way between apartment complexes, and the night was unnaturally dark; I could see the buildings clearly, but it was as though someone had colored all else with charcoal. I began to wander towards the main street, and as I did so, yellow eyes came towards me from the darkness, and I felt the panther pass me. I knew it was a panther because they're black, and all I could see were the eyes, so obviously it was blending in to the night.
I finally came upon the street, where one yellow street light illuminated the dumpster and a row of parked cars. By the dumpster was a zombie and a robot (at that age, I had no idea what a zombie or robot was. I wasn't allowed to watch anything beyond G, my TV was moderated, and the only thing the computer was good for was MS Paint. I went to a nice little all-white preppy-school, and I was actually the MOST cultured of my classmates, who were stupid enough not to know what the Fox and the Hound was. I recognize the monsters as a zombie and robot, NOW, but I am at a loss for how I knew what they might look like, THEN). I was terrified of the zombie and robot, even though I had a sense that they were not threatening. Called to my terror, a witch came down from the sky on her broom and swooped me away to her home, where she puttered about in the kitchen while I sat uncomfortably in the dining room. She continued to say how grateful I should be for her rescuing me, and how lucky I was, but I was quite uneasy. When she finished in the kitchen she brought out a sheet of cookies, and I KNEW that they were blood-cookies, and that she was evil and the zombie and robot actually good. I stole her broom and ran outside as she followed, screeching, and jumped off the cliff, managing to make the broom work inches before I hit the ground.
I came home, and finally found my way in, only to see my mom on her exercise bike. I tried to tell her what had happened to me, but she again couldn't hear me. As I began to scream at her, a T-Rex burst through the window. My mom didn't notice it, and then it roared and I woke up--somehow sensing that the roar was a sound both in real life and the dream. Turns out my mom was snoring REALLY loudly on the couch.

Age 8, December:
I was at the YMCA, my daycare, late at night. Everyone else was there as well, but it was far past the time when the daycare closed. My friend Chrystal was showing me her haircut (In fact, two days after this dream, Chrystal got a haircut and I had deja vu when she showed it to me) at one of those fold-down white tables with the long, attached benches. She had cut her hair VERY short. I was admiring it when I great bright light illuminated the windows behind Chrystal, and her and I jumped under the table, knowing it was aliens. (Yes, by this age I knew what those were, although the only form they ever took in my imagination was green, pointy chin, big head, and big black eyes. No antenna though) The aliens were soon chasing us through a LARGE McDonalds play-place suddenly inside the YMCA gym, only it was larger than the gym, and it was terrifying. Then at one point the aliens chasing us turned into Jesus, and I thought 'oh, he's supposed to be cool, we should go to him', before I thought 'it's a trick!' and continued to run away. Chrystal ran to Jesus for help, and he turned back into the alien and ate her, whereas I had continued running, and made it to a safe point. (ALSO, I wasn't allowed to have or play or watch people play video games until I was 13. And, while my larger family identified as Christian, my mom never forced any kind of religion on me, or had any views on the subject, herself, so Jesus was kinda a vague concept I was rather suspicious of) So basically, this dream baffles me by basic rights of 'where the hell did I get this'.


Unknown Ages, Reoccurring: I continuously had dreams where I KNEW that, if I ran fast enough, I would run right off the ground and into the air, and be able to fly. I would have to keep my legs running, in order to keep myself up, but I could do it, and I did do it, quite frequently. The only other flying dreams I had besides these were back before I was 7, I would be able to sit on my blankey and it could fly me around.

Note: I have nightmares very infrequently, and after having two in a row when I was 7, I taught myself how to go back and 'erase' them, by imagining that my dreams were in a file-system in a computer, and that if I took the nightmares and 'deleted' them, they would no longer bother me. To this day, I still use this system in order to 'delete' nightmares immediately after I have them, so that while I can remember the nightmare, I don't remember the fear or pain, and can thus go immediately back to sleep, and not have the nightmare reoccur.

I feel as though I should write a cover page, or precautionary paragraph, for this dream journal. Most of my dreams tend to be lucid; even if I have little to no control, I'm usually always aware that I am dreaming. In fact, it is more rare when I DON'T know I am dreaming than when I do. Some nights I sleep so soundly that I do not recall my dreams, or am unaware of dreaming, but most nights when I fall asleep, I am aware--in some part of my brain, and consciously--that I am one asleep, and two, dreaming. However I do NOT keep any form of record of my dreams, and I'm starting to think that needs to change. I would also like to learn more about dreaming in general and lucid dreaming in particular, and thus why I am here.
I intend to title my entries of this journal solely by dates, for my own personal easy referral. Any comments on my dreams are most welcome; I am not easily offended and I enjoy hearing other points of view. With the help of this website, I intend to explore more thoroughly my dreams and their possible meanings, as well as new things that I may be able to accomplish while dreaming.
I intend to go as far back as possible with the recall of my dreams in this journal, from birth to present, because I believe my past dreams--some of which I still remember--might help me with my study. Thus my entries will be dated (some not so very accurately) and added, hopefully, in order.
Thanks,
Dardrae

I'm a noob and new to this site so excuse me if I'm not too familiar with terms and such.
Well, here goes my first entry.

09/03/11 - LD

I had a lucid dream but I had no control over it. I did have enough control to explore my surroundings however and I was slightly aware I was dreaming.
I was in a huge, old university (sort of similar to Hogwarts but more modern and different) and the school had a musty smell and quiet atmosphere about it.
I was walking through the various hallways and classrooms and opening up doors into different rooms. The sun was seeping in through the windows and I could see the dust flying in the air. I then saw a long-shot (film-wise) of the university and I was aware that I was inside the building even though I could see the outside. The university was hidden in amongst trees and foresty-type forages. It was either sunrise or midday not too sure. The sky was blue and it was cold.
My awareness back inside the university, I then started talking to other students about something (can't remember) and they were friendly. The atmosphere of the place was peaceful and cheery.

And then suddenly I was thrust into another dream (wasn't so much a LD but it felt real despite me not having any control over it whatsoever) where me and other people were being pursued by an unknown enemy. The dream was heavily contrasted with sharp shadows (film-noir). We were speeding through dark, gothic London streets and it had just been raining really hard. It was night and the clouds from the rain had cleared to show stars. We were manically driving in an old car (the one with the horn on the side and no rooftop) and there were many of us crammed in the car with some standing on the outside, clinging onto the sides. It was almost cartoon-like. It was chaotic and full of action, a vast contrast to the previous dream and all I could remember feeling was sheer panic and adrenaline. We were racing down past the docks and some big ships were bobbing silently in the sea and I could see the reflection of the moonlight bouncing off the water.

And then I woke up.

March 11, 2011
Lucid Dream 193: Crowd Control
Series: Fearless, Episode 3
around 4:30pm
DILD

Category - Action


I am at a football stadium with my friend Shawn. There is a bottom level, then an overhanging balcony that is the second level, and then another overhanging balcony that is the third level. We are on the second a few rows up. We have a bottle of vodka and are pouring shots as we watch the football game. I suddenly notice that they aren't playing football at all. It looks a lot like blitzball (from Final Fantasy X). Though all the players are wearing helmets and shoulder pads, they are flying/swimming around in the air tossing a blitzball into a floating triangular goal. I slowly become more and more aware until I realized this wass in fact, a dream.

The stadium atmosphere was so real that I was in awe for a few moments. I looked down several rows and saw there were people standing at the edge of the balcony. Shawn said, "I wish we could have those seats." The stadium seats were much more vertical than a normal stadium and the best seats in the house appeared to be right on that balcony. I motioned him to follow me and we stood up and walked down toward it. He suggested that we offer them something for their seats and I said, "Nah, I'll just kick 'em off the balcony." He looked confused to the meaning of my words. I walked up behind the people and some rather hefty security guard lady came waddling up to me and said, "Sir, these aren't your seats. We need you to go back to your seats." I looked at her very threateningly and she looked frightened. She then took off back into the crowd shouting for back-up security. I paid her no mind and then turned and kicked a man square in the back and he flew off the balcony. There were a couple kids and another man standing there as well. They didn't seem to notice their neighbor had just flown off the balcony. I proceeded to do a ninja-like kick combo and kicked the threw of them off the balcony as well.

I heard screams from below and peered over the balcony. There was a large pile of blood and like 13 bodies laying in it (though I had only kicked 4 people, lol). Shawn gave me a fist-pound and took the seats. After only a few moments, the first guy I kicked had walked back up to the seat I was sitting in. He told me that his computer had been acting up lately and he must have gotten booted. I gave a fake laugh and said, "Oh. It is all good, here take your seat back. There are a few empty ones beside us anyway." He thanked me and then attempted to sit down. Before he could, however, I kicked the back of his head and he fell face first over the railing, but managed to hang on with one hand. Shawn reached his hand over to help the guy. As Shawn was lifting him up, I said, "Man, are you ok? Some guy just rammed into you and took off." Shawn had lifted the guy back up over the rail, but hadn't released his arm yet. The guy said, "Oh, how ever could I thank the two of you. I could have died right there!" I smiled and said, "Well, what would have been the fun in that?" The guy looked a bit puzzled and I said, "Its more fun this way." I nodded to Shawn and he tossed the guy up into the air. I performed a spinning back kick and sent the guy soaring over the balcony. I watched as he landed on and was impaled by a flag that another fan was holding.

Suddenly, the crowd around us began to shout and throw popcorn at us. I jumped up and stood on the railing of the balcony. Then began pissing on the crowd around us and down on the lower level. They began to riot. Me and Shawn started fighting off the crowd and tossing them over the balcony to their death below (which had now turned into a Mortal Kombat-like spiked pit). Me and Shawn were performing combo moves as he would toss people into the air and I would kick them off the balcony. Soon, a large group of cops with riot shields came running out to where we were. I distracted one of them as Shawn elbowed him in the back of the head. I then stole his riot shield and began swinging it violently. I was knocking 5 and 6 people into the air with each swing. We both had riot shields and took off through the crowd. Most of the crowd just watched as others attempted to fight us off. It felt like I was in a "beat 'em up style" video game. We began a fight with a group of bikers when I awoke from the dream.

Series Details
Join all the action in the dream series, "Fearless." You never know what I may run into, but you can guarantee I'm ready for a fight. Stay tuned for more blades, guns, and explosions in this series!

Daytime responsibilities override nighttime research. Have had a bit less to recall lately, but still some from about mic-February on:

2/17/11-In the Mountains' house again (these are recurring REAL dream characters and their house is a recurring setting. At first, Brad (one of their sons) is the only one home. The place is a mess. Barry (their youngest son) is toilet training and sitting right front of me...in another fragment, I walk in on my brother in bed with some random woman. Embarrassed, I take off. Whatever outdoors I run out into is hilly and forested. I jump in my sportage (which actually looks close to real life) and drive down what looks like a tank trail. The car rolls over, and I get out without remembering crawling out. I have the car righted by a towtruck...

2/18/11-I'm at Clyde's again,this time the place looks nothing like the actual building. B and Amelia must be there, because when I find Raegan in the kitchen I ask if she's seen Amelia yet. She hasn't...
Then I'm at home, but it looks a little different. I'm keeping an eye on the front door, laying on the bed (which is now in the living room) and rolling a cigarette in heavy paper. A man comes to the house. I don't know who he is, but he's friendly and leaves quickly. B comes in the room, slimmer, wearing something sexy, and trying to seduce me. I'm not sure why, but I have to take a rain check and leave.


2/24/11-I'm in some warm climate, urban and coastal-it looks like I'm on vacation. I think I'm traveling with my aunt. I have a handgun and I carry it everywhere, and a scoped air rifle-this has to be checked into some sort of storage area. No sure what has happened, but I have retrieved it and I'm running around with it, working the bolt action...

2/25/11- I'm in the southeast area of my high school, and there's some sort of gathering. A fire and barbecued meat. Jason is there (a good friend from those days), and we're hanging out. I buy a bag of weed from somebody, it looks to be about a dime...

3/2/11-In a work-related tenement/hostel type house in a swampy area. It's somehow connected to my mother-in-law and her job. A small puffer fish is kept underneath the floor. It gets eaten by a black crab...

3/3/11-DJing again. My equipment looks funny-I can carry the mixer around and use it while I spin. The dance floor is lit by red and blue light People are dancing. There's a drug circulating around the place, it's green powder in a capsule. Someone offers it to me, and I decline, but they put it in my food later. I begin to panic, ditch the party and run outside. It's daylight now. I don't feel intoxicated, but I'm aware of the drug in my system. I come across 4-5 state policemen arresting a suspect. With a capsule clenched in each hand, I try to walk past the scene, but one of them stops me. He has a northeast/new york accent and is a pain. He pries my hands open, finds the pills and arrests me. I'm out on bail and trying to explain this to my parents...

3/4/11-My house. St. Patrick's day, I'm convinced. Eli (a close college friend) is over at our place. B has run out on some errand, and we assemble a small, "Pull-wagon" train (think bulky plastic, like a little tykes toy). I think we load Amelia into it, and pull it around the corner to a store (which really isn't there) to get booze. We're in line and I'm drinking a pint of stout from a glass. Beer is for sale by unknown brands in containers of various sizes-one has a landscape picture on it and looks like a dairy product. I'm waiting in line too long and get frustrated. As soon as it's my turn to pay, I turn around, dumping my beer on the floor as I go. The train is waiting for me outside.

I am at some sort of massive school. I outside and there are about twenty other people my age.
There is a massive wooden playground set that is about the size of a million-dollar house. The
playground set is a complex mesh of wooden beams and platforms. Somewhere in this massive
structure, there is some sort of amethyst stone about half an inch in diameter. The stone apparently
gives the holder supernatural abilities. I and the other twenty people begin searching for it. It is
a race. Everyone wants it. I start searching through the huge maze of wooden boards. I get up high
in the structure and finally see the stone resting on one of the far out beams behind a web of trusses.
I carefully climb out onto the wooden beam. I manage to grab the stone. Immediately, I fly off faster
than I have ever gone in a dream. I touch down by a fence away from the play ground. The others,
realizing I had found the stone, start chasing me. I float there and fight a couple of them off telekinetically.
At this point, the dream ends.

Nonlucid Lucid Partially lucid

Some of my favorite dreams are those in which I am visiting another world, or dimension. Even they are not lucid dreams, I think these are very interesting. Tonight's dream was one of these types.

March 12, '11: Dr. Farnsworth, from the cartoon show Futurama, had a dinner party, with important guests. The food was made from anti-matter, or dark matter. I think he called it "black matter" once.
One woman imploded from eating the food.

I was waiting for my mother to come out from a nearby building. I drew a cartoon bouquet of flowers (on the ground?).
Mom came out from the building. She told me she had said I could have a wank while I waited.
Then I was talking to her on a phone. She said that the sun was always up in this world. I told her I had noticed that too. The place didn't have nights.

At this point I was partially lucid. I knew I was in a world that was not my normal reality. I tried to think of the name of the place where we were, but I didn't know it.
Mom stopped talking and the phone was silent. I said "hello?" but got no response.
So now my mother was lost somewhere in this dream world.

I walked a little way and asked a guy if he had seen my mom. I picked him up on my lap, or on my knee and said "She's a crazy lady with slightly wavy brown hair, a big mouth, and talks a lot. She has a long neck like me."
The man talked, giving me directions somewhere. I was distracted by a beautiful night sky, with lots of stars and two moons. I thought it was interesting because the city, or world, had never had nighttime before.

I had to ask the man to repeat what he said. He told me where to go, but warned me not to press any of the buttons. I don't remember why. I walked back and into a building, and jumped into a very small lift. This is where the buttons were. The lift worked automatically and carried me up to another floor.

I felt like I was familiar with how this world worked and I was confident that I could find my way around with any accidents or something.
I was on a floor with big machines and people working. They wore goggles and aprons, and maybe gloves. They were shoveling something off the floor.
I went down the hall and turned left. There I saw Allison. I wondered if it was the real Allison or just someone who looked like her.
In a narrow dead end hall to the right, I saw my mother and Eddie. I was glad they were not lost.

This dream is also rather interesting because most dreams with my mother are very stressful and we argue a lot.

nonlucid lucid partially lucid

March 11, '11: I was the principal of a middle or high school. I was in a towel. A small robot bug kept following me and going under me. I didn't like it at all. I picked up the robot bug and bent it, breaking it in the middle. Then I threw it at a huge aquarium in my office.
The glass shattered and the water spilled out onto the floor, along with a large salamander-like creature.
Then I was myself. The room was flooded, a few feet deep, and I was trapped in there with the salamander and a very big python.

I was scared and called out for help. I hid in the back of the room, in a small space above the water, with a cat.
A woman came to help, possibly the nurse. She took a pillow and blanket and placed them on top of the water for me to step on. The snake was going under the water, its tail was still above the water. My cat ran for the open door and grabbed onto the snake's tail. I was afraid the python would kill her. But she bit the snake and got away.

The woman carried me out of the room and saved me. Then it turned sexual as she began to play with my penis.
But then I woke up.

3/11-12. 1. Looking at Chucks. Dickies store? Selling for $50 (I'm not exactly sure if this was from tonight, but I remembered it when I went to a store that sold shoes today. Could have been from the night before, or 2 days ago [been horrible lately abut writing dreams down right when I wake up])

In a house and I’m sitting on the floor, beige. Dad and I then walk around the house, like it’s a tour. It’s Gma V’s house. I’m wearing an SCBA mask for some reason, purge the bypass. There’s quite a bit of remodeling work being done. Lots of art, glasswork, and pictures around and on the being of being clutter, like a mansion. Then there’s stuff that’s broken or stolen. Gma knows who it is. I examine a broken glass piece. Outside and see some windows broken out, 2 story house. Then I’m lying on my stomach and there’s a super deep hole in the ground and other people are stuck on ledges. I’m a little uncomfy on that edge so scoot back a little. Christopher Loyd (Doc from Back to the Future) falls. We start to turn off the lighting for some reason. We get a system of 2x4’s set up and they’re placed in a certain order and they help pull up the people trapped. It’s my job to put the boards in the correct spot (I have had this dream before about the mine shaft, Doc falling in, and the board system). Then Herman Munster (from The Munsters) is helping us out. Then we’re on some plains, looks like Stonefield from Rift, and there’re these pins I have to stick in the ground to keep monsters away. I’m examining the tag and pin because the pin goes into the center of the tag, but looks like it barely stays on and could come off easily. Then the pin and tag have turned into the guy from Inglourious Basterds, the one that says, “How fun!” He’s in a tank and is stiff like an action figure, the tag is his base, like a plastic Army man. He’s kind of yelling at his tank crew about something

I was in my old house sort of crawling/sliding along the floor. My Dad and sister were watching me, talking (I think). I spontaneously decided to do an RC. I tried to puch my finger through my hand but I kept missing, so I counted my fingers. I had an extra finger and became lucid. My Dad said to me, "Why can't you (do something) properly?" I said back, "I don't have to, I'm lucid." As soon as I said this the dream destabilised, and I woke up, realising I should have rubbed my hands together. I am still happy I have the first step down.

Dream - Lucid - AP

My classmates were going on a trip to London, but I wasn't able to go for some reason. I remember Rachel and Stephen being two of the people going. I remember something about the airplane, and them being very excited about the trip. I don't remember being very disappointed that I couldn't go, since I'd already been.

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I was in the basement of my house, but it was my dream house, not my real one (we don't have a basement in waking life). Ryan was with me. We were walking around in the basement, and I noticed tons of clutter everywhere, and I thought about my dad having to keep everything (in waking life my dad has to keep EVERYTHING, so our attic is very cluttered).

In waking life, my dad also used to own an aquarium store, and we used to have lots of fish. He has a lot of aquariums up in our attic. In the dream, I noticed all of the aquariums were full of fish. They were very vivid and well-lit. Ryan and I walked up to one, and I saw a purple and yellow fish, one that looked like one we had in waking life when I was very young that used to "kiss" the glass. I had named him Crunchy. I said to Ryan
"Look! That's what Crunchy used to look like!", but I slurred some of my words and corrected myself. I made a comment about how I couldn't talk that day for some reason. The fish went up and kissed the glass.

Then, I remember talking to my mom about Christianity. We started to argue. She was trying to get me to go to church again.

Then, I was on campus at my college. I had no idea how I had gotten there. I was sitting in a statistics class in the psychology/sociology building next to Blake, a guy I knew growing up. He was apparently my boyfriend. I was very confused as to how and when that happened, but I accepted it. I thought I must had been in some sort of accident that affected my memory. He was very lovey and touchy with me, calling me baby and putting his arm around me.

Then, I remember walking to some HUGE, very tall dumpsters that were next to one of the buildings across the road. They were full of dirty laundry. I saw a little black boy dressed up like a superhero playing around in one of them, but he disappeared into it. I vividly remember seeing a dirty white towel hanging out of one of the dumpsters. I tossed my bag of dirty laundry into one of the dumpsters, the same one I saw the little boy playing around in.

I was then back in the stats class, when a voice over the loudspeaker announced
"Krista, please come to room 7__(it was seven-hundred something, I can't remember the exact number)."
I felt like I had heard my name, but I kind of ignored it. Blake was next to me and said
"They're calling you.", so both of us got up to search for this room. I found it, and a man showed me a surveillance video of me hitting the little black boy with my bag, which was no longer laundry, but garbage, when I tossed it into the dumpster. I had no idea I had hit him. It showed him flying out of the dumpster. I heard his cries. I then saw a close up of a girl, his sister I think, cradling him in her arms inside the dumpster. I wondered why they were even in the dumpster in the first place. I told the man I didn't know I had hit him. He said alright. I remember my mom being there at some point. I also remember thinking I shouldn't be missing stats, because I'd get way behind.

Then, as Blake and I were walking out the door, the boy's father gave me a $5 bill as an apology for thinking I did it on purpose or something. Someone behind me said "It's a hard gift to accept." I gave Blake the bill, and then decided I couldn't accept it. Blake kept the $5 and gave me a $1, and I gave it back to the man and said I couldn't accept the money. He took it and didn't seem to notice it was a $1 bill and not a $5 bill.

Then, Blake and I were walking on campus again. We stopped, and he started talking about how he lived with his girlfriend, but didn't have the heart to break up with her, even though he wasn't happy and that he loved me. He said something about me being a very pretty girl. I told him that he needed to make himself happy first, even if it meant hurting the girl.

We were then at his house, and his girlfriend and younger sister (he doesn't have a younger sister in waking life. I was confused about the fact that he had one in the dream, but I just accepted it). His younger sister had long, black hair. I don't remember what the girl he lived with looked like. They were playing some game involving what I think was a house of cards. I was trying to be helpful and help them with what they were doing. They were indifferent about it. I then sat in Blake's lap and he cuddled me and called me baby, even though he was right in front of his girlfriend. She didn't seem to care.

not a good dream really it did not be good