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I still have faint memories of many dreams from ages 5 until my current dreams at age 20. So since I'm starting this dream journal I'm going to try to conjure up some memories. I didn't realize it until several years ago, but I've always sort of been a lucid dreamer, just not well practiced.

I had many nightmares growing up which I became lucid in and instead of realizing I could change what was happening in the dream world I would either just blink and wake up or continue with the dream which never really ended well. I would often wake up unable to move and with mild visual and auditory hallucinations still happening around me which I now realize was some sort of sleep paralysis. Haven't had that since I was 13 or so though.

One of my most unpleasant dreams I had recurring from my earliest years until I was probably 11 I always knew was a dream, but had no control and was just as terrifying as if it were real. Basically the gist of it or all I remember is being uncontrollably drawn down to my (unfinished all cement(walls and floors)) basement even knowing it was sure doom. Turning the corner into the second room I got sucked into the corner into some form of the fetal position and couldn't breathe. In an instant I see some sort of figure by the water heater and in the same moment the force is right there on me in an evil way and I woke up.

Another recurring dream i remember less about was also basically lucid, but again uncontrolled by me. I float around the house I lived quite rapidly trying to get away from something that is following me and I wake up in terror. I used to know all the details of this one, but it's been awhile. I remember it had a dark purplish-red filter and was 1st and 3rd person at the same time.

I remember other dreams too, but so vaguely now that it might not be worth posting yet.

2 years now since I left the town where I grew up and I still have dreams there on a regular basis. There is a definite positive though - It is often an obvious dream sign and a way to get lucid. I've been to that town 5 days in the last 2 years so I've trained my brain to realize if I'm there then it's a 99% chance of a dream.

Still I can't always get lucid there. The brain has clever tricks to make you think there's a reason for your presence. The reason I'm really writing this isn't because of any specific dream, but just a general note to myself that if I am ever in a place I no longer live chances are I am dreaming. It's a good rule of thumb for others to follow as well. whenever you leave town or go to a different location increase reality check frequency.

3-4-11 This dream takes place in what I thought to be a catholic church. I came to this conclusion due to the gothic architecture, alter, and priests attire. I don't attend any church irl. Standouts of this dream is that in the center of the church there was a pillar of some sort with microphones on it and some annoying kids kept going over there and making noises. The priest blamed this on nonexistent software a group I was a part of (before it closed) created. Apparently the same technology was used to disrupt Steelers football games a few years ago. Somebody in the row behind me asked me where I work and I told him. Upon waking up I had a bad feeling about giving him the information (maybe he's out to get me or something(maybe he's a real life person... idk))

Then out of nowhere when the priest is talking all of his lecture Barack Obama comes out from the stage or whatever you would call it and scurries out the side door. You can see him running away through the side door and everyone is so distracted by it. Then the priest says something and everybody turns there attention back to him. He is wearing a Barack Obama mask. Nobody noticed him put it on because they were focused on the real Barack Obama. There is something very evil and sinister about what he did that might have some meaning to it.

I attempted to use the mantra technique to start exercising my dream recall. I used the phrase "I will control and remember my dreams tonight." While this dream is not lucid i was able to recall what i would assume was my first dream of the night since i looked at my clock before going to bed. Estimating the time I think i laid awake reciting the mantra before falling asleep, when i awoke the clock was about three hours from when i previously looked at it. Well... here it is, exactly as it is written down on the notepad i was using in the dark barely half awake.

"I dreamed i was at war with myself, in the dream i was constantly waking up trying to establish control over both parts, One of the keys to this was a man who could teleport through dream states."

Of course you can imagine that this made it hard to track him through the different awakenings! But back to the notepad...

"I do not know how he was involved, I was at some point attempting to do so but forgot or was injured"

I assume i meant that i was trying to figure out who he was or some thing, but i digress back to the notebook!

"Somehow he wanted me to stop so he took my wife of a different dream state and threatened to kill her if i continued searching for how to control the or travel the dream states. He threatened to do this with a method called Chemically Prevent on Disconnect. I believed this in the dream to mean somehow he would effectively prevent me from remembering or give me memory loss or something."

Shortly there after i awoke. Through out the night i remember having other dreams but they were all centered around the same thing and unfortunately upon awaking from each dream i did not remember to write on the note pad.

3-8-11 Outside of work on my way to NS I look to my left (south) and in broad daylight see the moon. It is almost a full moon and far larger than it should be. I stare in awe. There is a huge blue splotch on it as if it was an ocean of water, but that didn't occur to me during the dream. The eclipsed part of the moon is pitch black instead of being see through. The sun is out at the same time, but I never looked at it.

I see a coworker taking out trash and ask if he's seen the moon So I show him. We lay in a grassy area in awe and eventually a large crowd is around us. Somebody in the crowd was unimpressed and it led everyone to be equally unimpressed. I lost focus on the moon and couldn't find it for a minute because it wasn't in the same location. It is now in the east and extremely large. It is also partially transparent and you can see the mountain range in the background. There isn't blue on the moon now but red. I think to myself it would be a great picture but I didn't pull out my camera. By now much of the crowd has left. And that's all I remember before waking up.

I deam about the moon very often.

I am at school, inside my classroom, i feel like something is wrong, and i become semi lucid,. I walk around the class, slightly fully lucid, i examine everything, the pupils, and my teacher was a man,. which was odd because my teacher was a woman. then his began to morph around in different ways.

I went to sleep at around 10:30 AM and woke at 7:30PM.
The only things I recall about my dream are flying too close to the sun and fighting with staves.
While fighting with the staff, it started out as a serious, life or death battle. But then it became a lesson. My staff was short and hooked at one end. Eventually, I switched to a bigger one, yet it was more unwieldy and shaped like a branch with knots and a couple twists.
I kept thinking about flying away from the battle and at one point I did. But I flew out of control and got too close to the sun. It wasn't hot, just bright to point of being painful. I told myself "down" and made the hand gesture and eventually I lowered.
I was fighting in a garden area. There were signs posted about someone stealing the carrot crop.
That's it.

I think playing Fantasy Kingdoms on Facebook and Dragon Quest on the DSi before going to sleep inspired the dreams. The only part I'm uncertain about is the bit about the sun.

In yesterday's dream, I figured out what the lighter meant. It's nothing serious I only want some hot, passionate sex

I will most likely be awake until day after tomorrow. I have court twice tomorrow- once in the morning, once in the afternoon.
I'm resorting to self-injury to help deal with the stress of it all. I'm surprised my dreams haven't reflected that yet.

Yep, autosuggestion works.

Victor, somebody (I have a feeling it was my former employer) and Charles' dad were driving an ambulance. They played Apocalyptica in it and for some reason I was in it. I drank some lemonade that I assume was theirs. They drove me to my first school, where I met my current class and had to write a test, according to my religion teacher. I just followed one of my friends to the class where we were supposed to write it. I went to the back and sat down.

In another part of the dream, I was chatting with Sandra over the internet. I can't remember much but for some reason I think we spoke about ice bears. Anyway she logged out after a while. And then sent me a message. Can't remember what it was.

The last part of the dream that I can remember, was in a Minecraft world. There was a huge lake. Then a bunch of military planes showed up and bombed the shit out of the Minecraft world, creating a huge hole/crater where all the water started flowing to. Yeah, still Minecraft dreams...

I completed the basic task although very poorly.

I slip in and out of dreams all morning and become lucid when I realize a really attractice women I don't know is swimming in a pool in my backyard. I begin walking to my fridge to compelte the b-TotM but lose vision. I remain still and the dream reforms.

I again start walking to the house and the fridge and out of the corner of my eye I see a small garden behind the pool sort of. I find an apple growing on a vine and some carrots. I take a bite of the apple and its not juicy or very good. It is real dry. I wake up

All I can remember from last night's dream is that I was being chased... that's it seriously. Goshhhh WHAT CAN I DO TO MAKE MY DREAM RECALL GOOD AGAIN?!?!? HELP ME!!!!

Plans: Right now my primary plan is to recall some dreams since it has been quite a while since I have done so. I also have plans to meet up with MoSh in a Hogwarts dream, and there are many more tasks on my list that I won't bother listing here. But my main goal is to remember some dreams.

Window Stealing
I am at a swap meet with Tigress, and we are just browsing the stalls looking for something interesting. I have it in the back of my mind that I should steal something before we leave the swap meet. It doesn't have to be much, but I have to steal something. So as Tigress and I browse the stalls I am on the lookout for something I can easily steal. I would also like it to be something I want, but I won't be picky.

We leave one of the stalls and it turns out Tigress has already stolen something. She stole a golden bracelet with green gems in it. Pretty. I wonder if the gems are real or if she just stole a cheap piece of costume jewelry. Either way it's pretty. I go back to the jewelry store and look around. I find a golden ring that is on a stand not visible from the checkout. I take it and try it on as if interested, then when I see no one is looking, I slip it into my pocket. I wonder if there are cameras. No matter as long as I leave quickly. Outside, Tigress hands me a drink. She says it's really good, but drink it slow. If I drink it too fast it is poison, but taken slow, the body can take care of it. It is really good, but I make myself sip it. I look at the bottle and see it is 98 proof alcohol! I know I have never had any alcohol that strong before… no wonder I am feeling tipsy. I know Tigress and I have to catch a plane. Well now that neither of us can drive, we'll have to catch a cab.

Aliens on an Alien World
I am viewing this dream as if I am not actually in it, more like I am watching a television show. I am looking at a living room, the room looks pretty normal, but the family in it are not human. They are clearly an alien race, their skin is a bright color orange, their eyes look different… the eyes look quite strange, rather reptilian.

Other than that it looks like a normal family. A mother and father, an older boy, a younger girl, and a baby. They are all arguing with the older boy, who looks to be in his teens if I can judge by human ages, they are accusing him of being a drug addict. He is drinking a glass of milk. That is the drug. He gets really angry whenever someone tries to take it away from him and hisses to announce his discontent. While they are arguing, more aliens come into the room. These look much like the first ones, but their skin is blue. The visitor tells the other aliens to back off of the boy, he has something better. He hands the boy a bottle, which the boy skeptically takes a drink of. He clearly likes the new drink and tosses away the milk. He seems to no longer crave the milk. The visitor says the new drink will cure the addiction. It works so well because the replacement has a small amount of milk in it to heap wean the boy off.

The Puppets of the Puppets
I am in what looks like a pretty normal looking city, or at least I don't notice anything strange about it right away. Everyone is wandering around and going about their normal business, though I am not sure what I am doing there. I curse my own memory for not remembering what I am doing, what's happening? Early Alzheimer's? That would suck giant mutant monkey balls! It seems people are pushing each other around and being especially rude about now. Some asshole pushes me out of the way and tells me to get back to work. Work on what? I see a paper on the ground and pick it up. The writing says, "OBEY" in big black letters. I throw it in a trash can. I find more papers that say similar things. "Obey." "Conform." "Assimilate." "Comply." Um… what the hell is going on? It is reminding me of an old 'B' movie about aliens controlling the human population, the movie was called "They Live" and the aliens and the truth could be seen with special sunglasses. The aliens looked like zombies.

Well, in the movie, the truth could be seen with sunglasses, so I snag a pair off of a shelf and put them on. Nothing changes. Well, I guess it wouldn't be just any pair. I find one in the trash and put it on. Now I see the aliens. They don't look like zombies, but like puppet masters. You can see them controlling people with strings. And they are also being controlled by strings by reptilian aliens. I use Liberate on everyone in the area, freeing both the people and the puppet masters at the same time. The reptilian aliens go on a killing spree. I multiply myself using the Divide song by disturbed and fight off the aliens using an acid that proves pretty harmless to humans (it might create a slight skin irritation) but is deadly to the aliens. After being sprayed with the acid they really do look like the aliens in "They Live" except they are also dead.

A Weight Loss Dream
I am in bed, but I don't have much room. I try to roll over but I just roll out of bed and onto the floor with a thud. I am glad I didn't hurt myself as much as I thought I would. I look back on the bed, and it turns out I was sharing the bed with my mother for some reason. She is sprawled out and taking the entire bed. Since she is quite overweight, this leaves absolutely no room for me. I go to the living room to watch television. My mom comes in and says she's sorry for hogging the bed, so she got me a present. She takes out this really nice shirt and says it's mine.

I can tell right away it's too small for me. I tell her that. She says to try it on first. I try it on and I look at myself in the mirror. It fits perfectly! Not because it's larger than I thought, but I am smaller than I thought! My stomach is almost flat! My weight loss has really paid off! I am so happy. I am in the bathroom looking at myself, so I sit on the toilet to take care of business. For some reason the thing won't stop flushing, and each time it does, cold water sprays my bottom.

Harry Potter and the Demon Parasite
I am at Hogwarts, and we are all preparing to start on the next challenge of the Tri-School tournament. There is only one problem going on… Harry Potter has gone stark raving mad. He is yelling and spitting curses at everyone in the vacinity, and it is clear that he also wants to claw someone's eyes out. His current target is Ron. I have seen Harry get mad at Ron before, but this is ridiculous! Hermione tries to get him to back off, and Harry attacks her, grabbing her hair and violently pulling at it. MoSh makes Harry let go of Hermione, then Harry goes for MoSh's eyes. MoSh uses astral tentacles to hold Harry at a safe distance from everyone. Professor Moody, who I know to be a fake, is there trying to use spells on Harry. I wonder if that is the cause. It is not. Moody is actually trying to calm Harry down, but his attempts are all epic fails. Harry is now trying to claw at Moody and succeeds in grabbing Moody's magical eye, and pulling it out. A couple of people watching that back off a couple paces with a collective, "Eeewww…" MoSh is saying that Harry has a parasite, and Moody is just pissing it off. Moody says that's absurd. I go over to them, and MoSh and I manage to hold Harry and take the parasite off. Harry passes out, and is taken to the hospital wing. I take the parasite and look at it.

What happened that Harry picked up this parasite? I focus on finding that out. I get images right away. Draco, I see Draco with the parasite, placing it on Harry's back as he walked by and made a stupid remark. This annoys me. I leave the scene and go to find Draco, taking the parasite with me. I find Draco and take him to a place where I can talk to him alone, where I pull out the parasite and ask what he know about it. He says nothing. I add that liars really piss me off, so try that one again. He says he knows nothing about it… it looks like a common worm. I say ok, that means it's harmless. I walk past Draco and put it on his neck. He freaks out and pulls it off, throwing it on the ground, and stomping on it. So it's not harmless, I say. I ask where he got it. He says he found it, I can tell he is lying. I tell him to try that one again. He says nothing, he appears afraid of whoever gave it to him. The image I get is of a creature hidden in the darkness of the forbidden forest. I tell him I will find that creature, and take care of that, but I am getting sick and fucking tired of all this cheating!

Portal to Doom
I am in a long hallway with dim lighting. I hear strange growling and snarling all around me, it seems I am in a video game. I look around the place to see what is going on, am I in a virtual reality setup? Nope. I'm dreaming! I do a RC and confirm that. I am in a game of Doom, but it is in my dream. I remember I had intended to do at least one of the tasks for the LPTC. I decide to go ahead with the Doom task I posted. I try to remember that… I need to find the portal and stop the flow of creatures from the other dimensions. So I start exploring the passages. I am being attacked almost constantly.

I defend myself using my Witchblade sword and energy blasts. I fight my way through the halls, I find a blue key card. But when I finally find a blue door it has been blasted down from the other side. I thought that wasn't supposed to be possible… I go through the door into a large room with a portal in the middle of the room. It looks a lot like a stargate. It is being kept open by an energy field coming from the surrounding equipment. So I blast the equipment, and that makes the portal also collapse. I am now blocked from the only exit. There are monsters there, all trying to get into the portal room. I fire a single energy blast into the group and chaos breaks out. It seems a zombie thought it had been attacked by an imp… so the zombie attacks back. It is so crowded that the zombie hits a large floating eyeball, which attacks the imp (who was the closest creature)… and soon chaos breaks out as the enemies all start fighting each other.

While the fighting is going on I fight my way through the group without anyone even realizing that I'm not one of them. There are a few more monsters in the halls, but no more huge groups. The keys are scattered, there are many doors of each color… It seems totally random as to where I find the keys and the doors. I finally find all the keys and unlock the doors so I can get out of the passages.

Ghost Hunters
I am in a house of some kind, I am there with Tigress and a couple of guides I don't recognize. We are looking through the place, I am looking to see if I can find evidence of real hauntings. I have a camera and I am taking pictures of everything, making sure to take pictures in sequences so I can compare the sequences later. I can sense that there is something out there, but I can't see anything. I am hoping I will be able to find something on the pictures I am taking. The house seems to be getting creepier as we go up to the higher levels, which seems odd to me, but I notice that the presences I sense seem more malevolent as we go farther up. Something up there is evil… or at least nasty… and it is downright cranky.

We reach the top floor and the feeling of hostility is downright palpable. There is something up there that is definitely not friendly. Tigress wants to get out of the place, and I can't say I blame her. But for some reason, even though I understand the desire to leave, I am not afraid… I am excited. With a presence this powerful I am sure to be able to see something on my pictures. As Tigress is wanting to leave the room I take a rapid series of photos all around the attic, which is where the presence feels strongest. I take photos until Tigress finally pulls me from the room, I hope I got enough to get the proof I want. I figure that with photo manipulation it might not serve as proof to anyone else, but it will be proof to me, which is what I really want. So now I go with Tigress and I am looking for an exit so we can both find our way out of this old haunted place.

I look at my TV stand from the same exact place I am sleeping in real life and There is a baby made of chocolate on the shelf. It went black after but It seriously was wierdly quick

Had a really long, vivid dream. There were some parts where I was actually getting pretty scared / emotional about it. Looking back on it, the plot was silly.

I was driving home and decided to stop by a friend's house. He wasn't home and I had to pick up my golf clubs and I knew where the key would be. I went inside the house, got my stuff, but decided to take a quick nap. I went to his room and slept in his bed for a while. I heard the front door open and his mom walked in so tried really hard to get out of the bed and get out of the house, but my body just wouldn't move. She found me and got really upset. My friend walked in and got upset too. I was apologizing profusely, and my friend kind of accepted the apology. The mom accepted the apology but said something along the lines of "don't expect my husband to be as lenient". I booked it out of the house and drove home.

Dream seemed a lot longer than the plot line, but a lot of the time I was waiting in suspense for the mom to come or I was trying to get my body to move out of the bed.

I'm in a car sitting in the passenger's seat, and my mom is driving. Behind me, sis in law J, with brother J next to her, and M next to him, behind my mom. M is cursing at me and saying horrible things (reminiscent of the day of the rage), and he is getting physically abusive towards me. My mom and brother J don't have any reaction to this, but sis in law J is giving M the middle finger. I'm crying and begging him to stop but he won't. He throws something out the window but I'mnot sure what. We stop at 7-11 and I get out and go in a side door. I walk into a bathroom and I'm washing my hands, and I see two toilets on top of each other, but the one of top is smaller.

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I'm running through the woods on a dirt road and I see a path leading off the road and I turn down it and trip and fall.. There are Native Americans coming towards me, and I didn't want them to see me but I wanted to watch them.

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I see my car in the parking lot at work and I notice something under my windshield wiper, like a folded yellow piece of paper.

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(from 2 nights ago) I am in GB's room and see a big white envelope on his bed and I'm wondering what it is.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm at my new church. The sanctuary is big and sort of round [more so than it is in reality]. I'm sitting on a pew near the front of the room, from which I can see both the altar and the center of the room. In the center of the room is an elevated circle with six thick, round columns spaced evenly around its outer edge. Beyond the outer edge of the circle, centered in the back of the room just in front of the main doors, is a lectern. I recognize it as our regular lectern, even though it and all the columns are festooned with decorative constructs made out of LEGO toys. A sort of mesh made of bright orange axles and connectors from a LEGO set hangs down a little way over the sides of the top of the lectern. The columns are all similarly decorated. The woman standing at the back of the room places a LEGO construct that she refers to as her “crown of thorns” on top of one of the columns. This causes all the columns to start moving vertically, changing their relative heights. I think about how cool all this is, especially the hydraulic-powered columns.

The sanctuary is filled with people. We're there for the Children's Stations of the Cross [an event that actually is coming up in just a few weeks]. There are lots of kids there, going through the stations in small groups. A group of kids walks by in front of my pew, and I hear one of the girls in it complain that there aren't enough girls in her group. I decide to join the group so that there will be more girls in it. [I was my adult self in this dream, but no one took any particular notice of me.]

I follow the group to the back of the room, out the main doors, and into the narthex. We stop at the location of the plaque designating the first station, which is hanging on the wall between the narthex and the sanctuary, just to the right of the main doors to the sanctuary. Another adult woman is operating this first station. She's ready for us with a toy that someone at the church put together to make Stations of the Cross more interactive and engaging: a pretend PASIV device. Inside the case, I see a piece of equipment from Verizon's network, a white metal rectangular box with the Verizon logo on top. I know that the box contains telephone cables on coils that allow them to be pulled out and then retracted. You can pull out the cables through holes in the side of the box, and that's what the woman does. The plastic jacks on the ends of the cables plug into matching ports on the bracelets that the kids and I are all wearing. The jacks and ports are the same size and shape as the ones used for the LEGO NXT robots and their sensors, I note. [The cables, however, are satiny silver-gray in color, not black like in real life.]

When all of us are plugged in by our bracelets and the device is turned on, the bracelets start pulsating, contracting and expanding in a way meant to simulate the sensation of an increasing heart rate. The experience is intended to help us identify and empathize with someone who is in mortal terror. While doing this, we all lie down on the tile floor and pretend to be asleep, because we know that this is what we're supposed to do when playing with a pretend dream-sharing device. [When I woke up and recalled all this, I thought it was hilarious both that my brain had created this scenario directly inspired by Inception, and that I had never realized that I was dreaming.]

After this, I walk through the parish hall [both the narthex and the parish hall are exactly like the ones at St. Mark's in Upland] and pick up some snacks. There seems to be some kind of meeting going on in one part of the room.

[Next cycle.] I'm walking on a wet, slippery stone-and-concrete courtyard in the middle of some old buildings with lots of dark-brown wood. The ground is wet because it has been raining; it's a gray, overcast day. I recognize this as an unfamiliar place and realize that I'm dreaming. This no longer shocks or startles me. I immediately start touching all the walls and handrails I pass, even crouching down at one point to lick up some of the water in one of the rain puddles. All of these actions evoke the corresponding sensations accurately.

I see a flight of wooden stairs leading up from the ground, attached to the outside of one of the buildings. I think, I wonder if I can turn these into an infinite loop. So I start climbing them, keeping track of how many segments of stairs separated by 90-degree turns I've climbed, counting them aloud. “One... two... three... now, when I get to the end of the next one, I should be back where I started from, right?” I say. When I get to the end of the fourth segment, though, I'm not back where I started from. The stairway just ends in a level, wooden, elevated walkway leading off to the right. “Damn you, astrophysics!” I exclaim aloud, expressing my disappointment that the normal laws of reality have prevailed despite this being a dream. [Why “astrophysics,” I have no idea.] I quickly shrug it off and continue exploring, walking along the walkway.

The walkway leads to the top of some steep, grassy hills. I crouch down near the top of one of them. I'm a little cold, so I try to summon a blanket to wrap around myself by thinking about one. Then I remember, No, just consciously, deliberately concentrating on it like that doesn't work. You have to know and expect that it will be there. I don't proceed to do this, though.

On top of one of the hills [the same one? A different one? I'm not sure], there is a concert stage with an amplifier sitting in the grass in front of it, to stage right. There's supposed to be a concert going on, but it's just beginning the process of being canceled. A rock band is on stage, but they aren't playing; they seem to be telling the audience at the bottom of the hill that there's no show to see, and some of the audience is beginning to wander away. They're canceling the show because the amplifier isn't working. I open up the top of the amplifier and find an AAA battery sitting half out of its battery cradle, which is itself only partially wired up to the rest of the amp. I reconnect all the wires and push the battery back into the cradle, and then the amp works. The band un-cancels the show and starts playing, and the audience stays and watches. I walk down the hill to join the audience. I notice that I'm now wearing the same two layers of coats that I often wear in real life. The dream starts to fade. Then I woke up.