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Yesterday I had two lucids....didn't do much cause I guess i wasn't stable enough. They led into a FA about something that I don't remember. I also had a TON of other dreams that night, but i didn't write anything down.


Last night I had a dream where I was shopping with H, and we were picking out vegetables. I remember seeing several of my brothers there at the store as well, and when I tried to introduce them to her, she was gone.

I also remember something about talking to V. We were kinda going over the pseudo relationship we had, but she said something, and started crying. I almost felt like crying to for a moment, and then started wondering why.

My abilities in dreams

Appearences: Centaur, angel, anime, or argonian

Favorite dreamscape: My private island

Powers: Control of fire, visiting others dreams, flying

Abilities: Shared dreaming and lucid dreaming

In my dream It was basically a nightmare. A person in an Altair cloak was

there again. I am Honestly confused. Well, I was on a tropical island,

like the one in kingdom hearts just hanging out. I saw a figure darting in

and out of the waves. I noticed that it was ravenknight. I brush her off as

a random dc manifested from my earlier thoughts. All of a sudden I hear

a masculine voice beside me. It says "You know, You need to open your

Mind a bit, Christiana." i look over and Kakashi Hatake is sitting beside me

reading his Icha Icha tactics book. "eh?" I say as I convert to my anime

form, a girl with really long black hair and a shinobi vest. 'You should try

it sometime." He says, flipping his book shut and hopping off of the

overhanging palm tree. "Heh. You aren't real. but I'm liking this." I say as

I follow him down. I Growl as the dreamscape changes and i'm on a boat

I try desprately to go back to my lucid island and see kakashi. It works.

That is all I will share.

Took 0.5 mg of melatonin before bed. Did a visualization MILD, visualizing my University.

Lucid Fragment

I am walking down the street near my university when I discover that I'm dreaming. I am able to change aspects of the landscape as I have visualized myself doing while awake.

Beautiful Women (fragment)

I am once again walking to class at the university. As I cut across a parking lot, a bunch of beautiful women show up. They are either African or African American, and look like models. I walk along with them, or they walk along with me, or something. Maybe this is even part of the above dream, but I can't remember.

Kids in Danger

I am in my own home (which also seems to be another place, maybe my old church). There are a bunch of kids with me. There is some kind of adventure going on, like a Boxcar Children story, or Tom Sawyer. I am a kid in this dream, named Taylor, or Huck, or Oliver or something like that. The other kids are out in our main living room, and there are bad guys outside. There is an adult with us, who leaves to do something that is supposedly important. I don't trust this guy.

Upon leaving us kids alone, the man says "keep watching out this window. Don't go anywhere or do anything, just keep watching. If they come, this is the window they will come through."

I know that there is a window upstairs that the villains may come through. I also have a feeling that the man is in with the bad guys. I decide to go watch out the back window. On the way, I stop in the closet to get a gun to take with me. I look in the closet, and see my 20 gauge and my father's 12 gauge shotgun. We have a couple of .22 handguns in there, but the shotguns are more powerful. I pick up my father's shotgun, and look for some ammunition. There is a box of shells on a kind of wooden ledge above the guns, but they seem to be fishing lures. I root through and find some shells I think will work, and drop them into the shotgun.

I run back to the back door (also the front door of my RL home) with my gun. I look out the window, and apparently see something. I dash out the front door, snapping the shotgun shut. Then I run a little ways, in pursuit of the bad guys.

While I'm running, I notice the shotgun seems awkward to carry. I look down, and see that it has more than the one barrell it usually has. As I look, I first count 2, then 4, and finally 6 or 8 barrells. Not only that, there are two triggers.

"How strange," I say to myself. "I know that this gun only has one barrell. What could be going on?" Immediately the thought comes to my mind "I must be dreaming. There's no other logical explanation."

I look around. Everything seems so real, it doesn't seem possible that I am dreaming. But there is no other explanation for the gun, and I know that I often think my dreams seem real. I turn around and head back for the house. "I'm dreaming," I say again, trying to grasp the idea. It just seems so real.

On my way back to the house, the plot and the realism overcome my realization that this is a dream, and I loose lucidity again.

Private Eye

I am a private detective. I have an office in a large city, which is also my current university, which is also my former university. Inside this office, you can walk into a sort of screen which hides your image from the outside. While I am hidden like this, my partner goes out onto the front porch of our office with a beautiful woman. I know the woman is trouble, but it's his decision. I watch from the inside, hidden behind this screen, while the woman shoots my partner. Then she shoots a few witnesses.

"We'd better shoot all the witnesses," her accomplice says.
"I don't see anyboy else around," she says, "nobody is in the building. Come on, let's get out of here."

I pick up my gun, and dash out the front door after them. They travel down the road, and turn left. I follow. They go down an alley, and I pull out my gun to be ready in case I come across them suddenly. Looking down the alley, I can see a house at the end that they are headed towars. It is one of the houses that I lived in when I was little. Apparently, this is their hideout.

I inspect my weapon, and notice that it is not a gun at all, but my set of throwing knives. I guess that's better than nothing, so I pull one out in case I need it. I look again, and I see it is once again a handgun. Then I remember that I never put bullets in the gun. At first I think that I keep the gun loaded, but upon closer inspection I see that the chambers are empty. I grimace with disgust at my oversight. What kind of detective am I?

I turn back towards the office. As I walk, crowds of people fill the street. The street is also a hallway now, I am at one of my colleges and classes are just letting out. I turn towards my office, which is now the maintenance section where I used to work. I need to get back, but some girl I know comes up to me. She wants me to look at her pictures, by which she means she wants me to go to her adult website. I don't really want to do this, but she keeps insisting. She shows me some rather obscene pictures of herself, but I manage to push past her to my office. Around here the dream ends.

3/7-8. 12. 8. Going through a covered walkway. Feels like a line to a ride kind of. I look into a piece of glass, it’s a window, but there’s nothing inside, and see a reflection of Ed, Edd, and Eddy. Edd is talking about something. Then it’s a CoD/ Metal of Honor kind of war training. Something about the gun magazine. Then dodging enemy gunfire.

At Universal Studios. Pass by an old looking part of the park. Sit on a bench. Glee people are there and sing a song (feels like that on vid of the people singing Bad Romance acapella). Then a building falls so I go over to help and dig 2 people out. One is an old man

Fighting Rift baddies. Then I’m on an iTunes-like site and DL Bad Romance. I think about putting my iPod of shuffle so I can hear it

835. In some older looking hotel. Hilarious British skits. In an elevator and when it goes up and stops you jump or something like that. I think a guy was scared so that’s why it was funny. Then in a room with an orange color to it. Some guys that look like Fred and George Weasley are showing me questions from a math test they took. They had the most hilarious answers to the questions. Some answers were so vague that they were right, and some were questions they missed because they had been misread, but were hilarious. Woke up actually laughing

I'm not sure if there was the thumb, but this is pretty much how it looked. Mind you, I was laughing hard at this

I befriended a black man named Bob. At first, he seemed pretty normal… I understood that a number of people I knew on campus had warned me not to associate with him, but I didn’t see what the problem was. He said he would show me his house. Instead of taking me to a residential area, he led me to the shore of the Chicago River where he had a mat of old, hardened newspapers set up under a bridge. I quickly observed that he was homeless. Immediately, I lost interest in the friendship; my positive experiences with homeless individuals were few and far between. I stared at the long since faded ink on the newspapers as I pondered a way to lose Bob. He would follow me if I tried a normal method of escape. I came up with a plan – I would take the train! Since he was homeless, he probably couldn’t pay the train fare. While I finalized the plan in my head, Bob asked me about random people. I didn’t understand his questions, but I soon figured out why – he thought the people were standing there with us! Bob was having serious hallucinations. I was glad I had figured out a way to distance myself from him… That wasn’t the sort of company I needed. When I told Bob I was going to the train station, he said he knew a shortcut. Rather than insist on just walking to the nearest one (the Green Line was only a few blocks away), I gave in and followed him.

The dream jumped. I was in an underground passage, following Bob with next to no idea where we would surface. He stopped me before a ladder and asked if I was sure about going on the train. Something about it frightened him. I insisted on continuing. I needed to get somewhere, I said. Bob started growling to himself in rage, but he cooperated. He had to release at least ten trap doors on the way up. These were intended to lock people out of his secret passage. He complained the whole way up about trains. When we emerged, I was stunned. We were on a train platform. My plan had been completely foiled by Bob’s clever shortcut… Of course he wouldn’t pay the fare – he could just skip the entrance! A quick look around revealed that we were on the Green Line, but a bit further west of the river. I wasn’t going to lose him so easily, it seemed… Surely, he wouldn’t be able to follow me onto a bus to the suburbs. He couldn’t tunnel his way into that one. I got on the next train to arrive and sat down close to the operator in case of an emergency. I still wasn’t sure what to expect from Bob. He took the seat next to me. As soon as the train started moving, he burst into sobs. This drew quite a few stares, but I let him cry. I did my best to seem like I didn’t know the guy. This continued for a few awkward minutes before he calmed down. He asked if I liked his new boots. Confused, I stared at his feet. He was wearing sneakers, not boots. He showed me his hands, and I realized he was supposed to be holding something. He was hallucinating a pair of fine boots.

“Oh… Yeah, they’re very nice,” I said in a kind voice. I came up with some kind of oxymoron to describe them, and he doubled over in laughter. I sensed that he might be on drugs. He was one of those people who don’t breathe when they laugh, so his chuckling was coupled with wheezing noises. Another black man walked up to us during this fit of laughter. He was wearing a baggy, black jacket, baggy jeans, and white sneakers. He was also half-wearing a baseball cap; it looked like it might tumble off his dreadlocks any moment.

“Shut up!” he shouted at Bob. He continued with a stream of vulgar, obscene name-calling before finally calling us both annoying. I tried again to pretend I didn’t know Bob, but the association had been made. I suddenly realized I was blind. It didn’t bother me much for some reason… I focused on what I could hear of the situation. The vulgar man came over to me and put his hand on my head. I’d rather not transcribe verbatim the ultimatum he gave Bob, but in essence, he wanted me to publicly pleasure him, and Bob had ten seconds to convince me to do it. I wasn’t going to have any of this. I teleported to the other end of the next train car over and pressed the emergency assistance button. I could see into the first car from my current position.

“There’s someone dangerous on the train,” I said. The guy stared at me from the first car with wide eyes. He started walking toward the second car.

“Attention, passengers…” an automated voice began over the intercom. “A dangerous customer has been identified. For your safety, lease be watchful for threats to yourself and others as we work toward removal.”

“He’s on the second train car,” I told the operator through the assistance system. The guy was approaching me in long strides. Instead of attacking me as I expected him to, the guy brushed past me on the way to the next car. “Make that the third,” I said. “He’s trying to get away.” The train stopped at the next station, and a bunch of people got off. I kept an eye out for the guy who threatened me and Bob, but I didn’t see him.

had first stable dild for a while. went straight to practising how to get to the lucid crossroads. tried just going through doors and hoping that the other side was where i expected. first just tried a door, no luck. then tried a fancy door and it almost worked but the picture on the other side became solid. then i tried to draw a door on a wall and try to use that. just found a bit of chalk and scratched a door onto a wall, still no luck. i even tried explaining to everyone what i was doing in case they could help, but no luck. then i tried to teleport by going through a mirror. it worked better than all the doors, and almost got me though to my destination but it was a bit shaky and hard to fully manifest it. all in all good focussed practice though, and next time ill nail the mirror technique hopefully

Bad recall, because of stress.....

Im talking with S and my mom, and we are planning to go to some cottage with S. Then Im in my room about to leave when my mom gives me some magazines.

I am sitting at my desk at college. I am extremely tired and don't feel well at all. Probably
because I got up at 5AM the previous morning and didn't go to bed until midnight for the
purpose of WILD. For some reason I decide to do a reality check. To my astonishment, my
finger goes through my palm! I am lucid but I think I am in my dorm, which is not true, I am
actually at home.I get up and instantly feel much better and more awake. I decide to call my
crush, as a dream character, so I get out my phone. I flip it open and the screen is black. I
realize it is because electronics just don't work the same way in dreams so instead of pulling
up my contacts list, I just dial her number manually. The numbers appear in white on the black
screen as I enter them in. At first, I enter my number. I realize it and clear it out and enter her's.
The phone rings and someone answers but it is not her. I decide to try the method where you
call out for the person. Again, someone answers but it is not her. Apparently there is someone
else in the hall that has the same name. It is some random girl that I do not know. I then wake
up. I am still in my dorm sitting in my chair I reality check again and find I am still
dreaming! I try again to no avail. I walk out of my dorm and go outside where there
is a playground. Obviously, there wouldn't be a playground on a college campus but
this is a dream so whatever. I start climbing around on stuff and eventually think of
the time its 9:45 "crap I'm missing English". I am probably a little less lucid at this
point. I get up on some monkey bars and I start to notice the dream fading. I try to
stabilize it by rubbing my hands together it works. A guy about my age appears
beside me and says "Why won't you wake up? You need to wake up." I decide to let
it happen and I wake up in my dorm again. I look at the clock. 2:30. "Crap, I missed
a lot of classes." I realize it's futile to try to do anything about it but then realize,
it's spring break. I don't have classes. I am still quite tired but I get up. My roommate
comes in and says something about me joining his family for dinner. I start to think
about getting ready for that when I truly wake up.

This dream has been haunting me for a year and yet though I wished to re-enter the dreamscape, I was unable to do so mainly because I was quite uneducated regarding the Lucid Dreaming. The reason why I post this is because I may conduct a way of lucid induction of the very same dream (through MILD). Words cannot simply describe the emotions that I have experienced during my interaction with this peculiar simulated world, unlike any other dreams that I have ever experienced.

The dream contained 2 specific parts, and yet they were chained without the repulsion of change, which is extremely odd as they conveyed opposite philosophies.

The mountain in which the paradise stood still

The origins of the place I had the honor to visit thanks to my revolving subconscious seemed to lead a root in ancient mythology and rural simplicity. And however what seemed to be a rural dreamscape, with green meaningless fields of grass turned into a vivid green forest, in which I encountered a family of natives (DCs of course). They were interesting and friendly, but what impressed me was mostly was the fact that they could live in the wild forest, needing no cover. Their clothing (an overestimation of course, they were barely clothed) resembled the clothing old Indians used to wear. The men were bulky but with no exaggeration, they carried beards around their faces and yet no mustaches, and even so they we're not vibrating with masculinity but rather ignorance of the reality they lived in. The women were firmly shaped, with wavy hair and in contrast to the males, they were extremely feminine, by the way they would walk or gesticulate. I couldn't help but notice the way both males and females would convey sexual emotion though not in an explicit way, and I could also observe that they did not seem to limit themselves to the opposite gender, and though they would convey that through movements and interaction between them, there was no explicit action related to this topic, from which I could understand that they had the intelligence needed for one to be considered a "modern human being". The innocence they were living in was impressive and so I discovered the end of the forest, a great dark lake leading towards a broken mountain, from which cut I could see great shadowy horrific figures, overshadowing that part of the forest, allowing but a clearing to light the environment. As I have stated before, the feeling I instantly received through simply observing this image was one that I have never felt before, vibrating both bliss and and misery, and so I could only allow myself to kneel in front of it. For a moment, I had to look away, as it was too much to take. Peering again at the pretty postcard landscape, now that I could comprehend more of it, I noticed a ship sailing about, one that resembled the ones old Vikings used to sail with. I began to depart as I was waving to the family, still locked in its innocence, as the ship was taking me far away into the grotesque but peaceful nothingness.

In a moment's revelation, I looked and I could see but the lake, the ship and the stars, a true cosmic projection in space and time, which a moment will reverse, and the lake, and the ship, stood still amid the paradise.

The world that spins the other way

The flow of euphoria vanished and without the image of me landing somewhere, I could see the representation a a dystopia environment but I realized that it was just more than that. I was amid some strange metallic fields, displaying horrible representations of strange entities, from which I could stare at their heads, looking like gas masks, with the exception that these were no masks, they were certainly part of their head, as in the reddish glow of the sky, I could see both flesh and blood. The grass was now vibrating silver gleam and the demonic red of the sky, not to mention the crawling fire around me, showed true suffering. Two thoughts came in my mind: the suffering was useless, meaningless, unlike the wars men has started, I just knew that, no explanation being given. The second thought related my view upon this world: I was embracing it in harmony. Though these horrors moved sarcastically in a metaphysical procedure through me, I was at peace. A building displaying the image of ying-yang though the dark part was replaced by a red colour. More peculiar was my knowledge upon the world, I simply knew there were no cycles of day and night, but one single state, a red state, at which moment, looking in the far distance, an old house was burning in flames. I walked away, swiftly, observing suffering around me, perhaps beings running away to nowhere.

And I woke up.

Commentary:

The states of my mind which allowed me to preview this world were complex, and I hope that one day through lucid meditation, I could re-induce myself in this state of world... and could somehow cultivate more information regarding it.

TL;DR Iammad

The first dream I remember was that my mother had a fatal disease and one day she went out for a walk with her fiancé and her disease took a turn for the worse and I was mourning her death.

The next dream I remember was I that I was looking for places to do course work on a laptop that I had (In reality I don't have a laptop) in the worst possible place. The first place I went to was the theatres. There's a gap in my recall about what exactly happened in the theatres an I remeber leaving the theatres and walking into the parking lot where there is another gap in my recall... but the next place was a public cafeteria and I remember talking to some people there but I don't remember the conversations. In the end I remember somehow completing a whole unit in this dream despite the fact that I visited the worst places for concentration.

The final dream I remember was that I was making guitar fills for different rap songs and Oneironaut was listening to them. I remember making solos for one song and warning him to only play it on half volume because I forgot to equalize it out and the volume of the guitar almost blew the speakers out. A few of the solos were pretty creative, I might actually try writing a few of them. It's kind of funny because one of them had Flying In A Blue Dream by Joe Satriani in it and I usually associate that song with flying in lucid dreams.

I feel like there was one other dream I was quite excited to write down because of it's originality and it was an overall good dream. But obviously it can't be that good if I forgot it all... Hopefully I'll remember it later.

I'm in a High school.It's the beginning of the year. I've switched school districts, the school in this dream is one I'm not familiar with. Just starting 9th grade but it seems I'm still 23. No one seems to notice I'm 23, I'm not surprised though since I can easily pass as being in my late teens. In the class room there is a security camera and a tiny TV with a feed showing the hallway outside as well as larger regular TV. It's a classroom of about 20 or 30 kids. One of the kids pulls some kind prank on the teacher that fools him into going into the hallway. The kid holds a note of to the smaller TV thinking that the teacher in the hallway could see it. I point out that if he wants him to see what's written on the note he has to hold it in front of the camera not the TV. After talking to some people and checking my drivers license and doing some math, the details of which are all quite vague, I determined that I must have stopped aging at 23 and am now 33. At some point I start talking to this cute girl in the class, she is about 14 or 15. I say something about how I look 23 it seems that I'm 33 and I feel like I'm 14 and also discuss my possible immortality. Through our conversation she seems to be interested in me romantically and I think I might feel the same way. I don't notice in the dream that if I was 23 when I last checked and am 33 now that I've lost 10 years worth of memory's. Class lets out for lunch time, I realize that I don't know my way around this school but seems I can intuitively navigate it as well as just follow the crowd. I make it to the lunch room, some other effect that was going to be held there is canceled and some parents are leaving. There is regular lunch food and there are also quite large pineapple upside-down cakes there. I get some cake rather then buying food at the lunch line.

March 8, 2011
Lucid Dream 190: FORE!!!
Series: Friends, Episode 5
around 10:00am
DILD

Category - Exploration/Action


I'm in the basement of my old house along with the cast of the t.v. show, Glee. Me, Puck, Finn, and Rachel are playing some sort of resident evil multi-player game. Quinn and Santana are there along with a girl I know, cC. We are at a boss battle against Tyrant. The dream shifts from us holding controls to us actually being in the game. cC is controlling the Tyrant and are all running running around avoided the attacks. The Tyrant's attacks are slow developing, but do to his large wingspan and massive claws on each hand, he covers ground rather quickly. I have a pistol in each hand and attempt a dodge/fire technique, but the claws catches me and knocks me across the basement and into the cinder-block wall. I slowly get to my feet and begin to search for an herb. I found one in the corner and immediately smoked a joint of it. I then went back to dodging and firing my dual pistols.

The Tyrant is knocking everyone around like crazy and it seems that we are doing no damage. I noticed that Rachel has a bad ass shotgun, but isn't using it. I yell at her and tell her to "F***ing Shoot it!" She fires one shot that comes nowhere close and screams in fear. She then runs behind the pack. I rip the shotgun out of her hands and hand her the pistols while yelling, "This is how you f***ing shoot this gun!" It was a pump shotgun and I walked up in front of the Tyrant and began blasting away at its face. I shot, quickly pumped, shot and repeated until the shotgun was out of ammo. It seemed to barely even hurt the Tyrant. I thought, "F*** this boss takes a lot of shots!" I looked around the basement to try and find something to use when I noticed a few red barrels in the corner (everyone knows what red barrels are for right?). I pulled Puck and Finn to the side and told them about the barrels. I then asked when we had last saved and they told me it was right before this fight. I told them that was good because we should probably just hit reset. Puck shouted, "Nah, lets kill this mother f***er right now!" I replied, "Dude, even when we kill him, what are we going to do for the rest of the game. We just wasted all the ammo we had been saving. For no reason, I might add." Finn agreed and Puck gave in. We hit recent and the scene started over. I immediately took the shotgun from Rachel and fired a few necessary shots to lure the Tyrant toward the barrels. It swung and i ducked under its arm and dove forward, spinning my body around to shoot the barrels. I fired the shot before I hit the ground and blew up the barrels. The Tyrant splattered all over the place. I looked around and was pissed because I had to clean all the blood out of the basement. For no apparent reason, I became lucid.

The Glee cast had changed to random DCs and I had forgotten all about them. I ran outside and took flight. I flew low over the ground and up over a nearby hill. I noticed there was a large structure in the distance as i grew closer and closer I could tell it was my castle. There were several folding beaches chairs in the front lawn. As I landed in front of the castle I saw my friends Cliff, Ryano, and Deej. Kate Beckinsale was sun bathing in one of the fold out chairs. I greeted my friends and then bent down and whispered in Kate's ear. She opened her eyes a replied, "Oh, hey baby." I then kissed her and rubbed my hand on here stomach. She was wearing a very sexy two piece bikini. I wanted to f*** her right there, but I resisted. I then walked back to my friends and told them we were lucid. I started doing the "look at your hands" RC and everyone else started doing it too. My hand was completely normal except my thumb and pinky had changed positions. Ryano had a couple toes on one of his hands. We kept showing each other the weird things are hands were doing. I noticed there were some scattered golf balls laying on the ground, so I turned to Kate and said, "My Queen, will you fetch my driver?" She then reached under her chair, said, "One step ahead of you," and handed me a driver.

The rest of my friends suddenly had golf clubs as well. There were also random people walking around in the field. We all began trying to hit the people with golf balls. I noticed a little kid holding a balloon. I hit the ball and then concentrated on the balloon. I imagined it popping. I then saw the golf ball smack into the balloon and popped it. The liitle kid started to cry, but was soon knocked out by Ryano's golf ball. I fist pumped the air and shouted, "Shut the f*** up whiny little b****!" He then started high five'n everyone. I turned back to the field and searched for a good person to peg. I saw an old man walking with a cane. I stroked the ball in a line drive and guided with my mind right into the cane. It shattered and the old man fell face first into a cow pie. I then noticed Ryano was way out there beside the old man. Ryano took his foot and smashed the old guys head deeper into the cow pie with it. He performed the Captain Morgan pose" using the back of the old man's head as a foot stool. We continued to peg the pedestrians until I felt the dream slipping. I decided to DEILD as opposed to trying to stabilize.....

Series Details
In the dream series, "Friends," I join the DC counterparts of my waking life friends and tackle the dream world. You never know what we will be up to next, but I guarantee it will be one hell of a time. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

i just recently quit smoking weed, so my recall is extremly bad and this is the first dream i remeber since i stopped using marijuana.

not exactly sure how it started, me and my father where driving down this street late at night, very slowly. (i'm noticing this particular street keeps re-appearing in dreams...it is extremly similar to a street i knew in childhood.) we come to a stop just before the turn, and park behind a white van. i have been suspecting my dad of using cocaine ( i have heard that he usues it in waking life from several people) so i assumed that's what we where doing at this street, at this time of night. much to my suprise, my boss get's of the car, tim, and he has a suitecase with him and 2 other guys. i don't remeber the first guy, but the second one was very gentle. he was tall and had long hair, and was very nice. we walk down the pathway into the woods so no one will see us. my father and time and the other 'mystery' man continue down the path a little. they ask me and the long haired guy to stay here and keep lookout. they hand him a flashlight, which was small and red, didin't emit too much light. so we sat there and kept guard, just looking at everything. this is where i remeber the plants and trees and everything else had [B]great[B] detail. there was a fence on one side of the left side of the path, we shined the flashlight down to see what was down there. oddly enough, a little girl was on the other side of the fence looking at us. the nice long hair guy recognized her as tim's daughter, so he jumped over the fence and started talking with her. i took the flashlight and walked off a little bit, but not far enough that i couldn't see/hear them. i stop paying attention and start looking around. once again, all of the plant and vegetation and forest where very detailed and vivid, but i could see the street and houses from where i was standing, (near the entrance to the path) and they where all dull and blurry. i notice i don't hear them talking and i turn around and the little girl is standing behind me and the long hair guys is gone. i ask her where he went and she said he went home. i bent down and looked at her, she had hair like faith from mirrors edge, a small pink dress with white polka dots on it, and yellow frills on the sleeves and bottom. i begin to talk to her...not sure what happens but the dream seems to fast forward or something..me and my father are a table with in some type of parking lot and there is a sink nearby. my father opens an altoids cup and its full of white crystals. (oddly enough, they looke like one big clump of white altoids.)i at first thoguht it aws an altoid so i took a piece and put it in m mouth when my father yelled at me to stop because that was his cocaine. i ran to the sink and spit it out, then rinsed my mouth out with water for a while. the dream kind of fast forwards again, we are at the same area but it almost looks like a carnival now..very odd. suddenly, some reptar looking thing is comimng and me and my dad hop in his car and drive around the back of the parking lot trying to lose him. we eventually drive around back front to see if he is gone (which he was), so we waited for a minute. i look out my fathers side window and i see the reptar thing has his foot raised and is abotu to crush us. i yell to my father "DAD! DRIVE!" and we instantly take off and leave the parking lot. i the nwake up due to my alarm.

9/03/2011 - I only ended up with a few dream fragments last night but thought they were interesting enough to post.
So I was reading about astral projection over the last few days, and the author was saying that a lucid dream is a facet of an astral projection, i.e. you could 'astral project' to a 'dream pool' as he calls it, or to other areas/levels of the astral plain.
Anyways a key to having a successful astral projection is to have enough energy to do so. He describes a simple 5 min chakra opening/energy raising technique. I gave it a go before I went to bed felt some strong sensation in the base and navel 'chakra' not much in the solarplex, heart, throat and some smallish sensation in the brow and crown. I decided to repeat the process and see if I could get them all to activate, but unfortunately fell asleep ( he did say that doing this just before bed 9/10 times you will fall asleep, I guess he wasn't lying about that).

The first dream fragment - I had an insane throbbing sensation in my forehead, as if I had just done a sprint and my heart was inside my forehead pounding like crazy. I was afraid I was going to die, literally. I somehow knew I was dreaming and made the conscious descion to wake up. I don't remember seeing anything. I woke up with a jolt and sat up, my 'real' heart was pounding, and a slight tingle in my forehead. Then I remembered he said that during a projection it is normal for your chakras to go mental sometimes, especially your heart one, it can feel like your going to have a heart attack. Damn it !.

The second fragment - I'm not sure if this was real or a false awakening, I'm thinking a false awakening, maybe. I 'wake' up at about 4am I didn't have to get up till 5, I could remember heaps of dreams so I started getting them clear in my mind, and was planning to write them in my laptop on the way to work. I remember thinking I had a 'level 4' lucid dream ( this is why I think it was a FA). I remember saying to my self level 4 is when you know you are dreaming but don't consciously do anything in the dream just go with the flow of the dream - Interesting I have been thinking about rating 'levels of lucidity' to try and categorise my dreams better. I wonder what the other levels should be?

Finally I work to my alarm at 5am - I had heaps of dream memories and was trying to sort them out in my mind, so I kept my eyes closed and ignored the alarm. Then for some reason I thought my alarm sounded different to real life so I sat up and looked at it, it looked normal, I looked at the time, and looked away and back again as a reality check it didn't change, I still wasn't convinced so I did a 'nose plug' RC failed damn it, its real life. I turned the alarm on snooze but all my dream memories had gone. And my mind was starting to get full of thoughts about what I needed to do today. - is that a false false awakening

So this chakra opening/raising seemed to increase the vividness of dreams as I did have lots of dream memories, I have used the 3rd eye meditation a fair bit and it seems to increase dream activity. Definatly worth some more playing, hopefully my head wont explode.