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I am riding a bike down the road, through some village. I am starting to recognize that place, but cannot remember exactly where it is. It just feels familiar, as if I knew the place. I am riding, without peddling, as the slope is fairly steep. It must be spring time as there are patches of snow every now and then and all feels really wet, even the road. I look briefly around and see just a few houses scattered around. Then I notice that the road is turning sharply right soon and after a few serpentines it goes up the hill again. Now I realize I am wearing a mask. The one that has been used in the movie "Scream". I am also dressed up in a long, black, loose robe. For a second, I get worried that it may get to the wheels of my bike. However, this thought is quickly disturbed by another person on a bike that I am overtaking. I just balance and he (I feel it is a man), and nod as a "hi" (interestingly not realizing how absurd a perhaps scary would that be). But as I look at him, I see he is wearing exactly the same costume as I have, only the face mask is much bigger. He nods at me. I notice the smile on the mask, thinking, how appropriate.

I go through the right turn, hearing and feeling the road metal under my wheels. I feel like I am rushing somewhere, but I don't know where. Here I notice another biker in front of me. He is quite far, but as I am getting close I can see more details. I am in awe!! The mask is so cool I am thinking to myself. It is mostly gray, plush whole body costume, with some pink parts, which meaning I don't really understand. That is about to change. As I get just a few meters away,
I recognise it is some kind of bizarre mixture of Eeyore and Piglet characters from Winnie the pooh! The whole body part is more like Eeyore and on the top of the head, there is a small Piglet one, as if sitting on Eeyore's head! I am totally amazed by this mask!!

Then suddenly someone on a bike passes by really fast, and I feel anxiety a bit, as I know that there is another sharp turn soon. The person reaches the turn and flies off the road. There is a big house, looking like a watermill. (I assume so as there is a river flowing right behind the house). Nevertheless, that biker flies right into the river, just where a huge water whirl-pool is raging. He is going to drown, I am thinking to myself. I am thinking we have to rescue him somehow, otherwise he is going to die, for sure. Then suddenly a huge rod with a hook at the end comes out of nowhere, pulling the man out of the water. There are some people around, clapping, humming that if I didn't call help, he would have drawn. I am confused, as I cannot remember calling anyone. It all happened so quickly.


The next dream: 4am
I am standing in front of a jungle. (I assume so, because of the kind of trees it is made of, not like in usual forest). I walk in. It seems that it is just a thin ring of trees, shielding a glade, from being seen from outside. I see a plane wrack, or something that at least looks like it. It looks like silhouettes of a plane, covered by moss and little trees, that must have been growing over for quite a while. I walk around, having the wrack by my right hand side. It is very peaceful there, just what you would expect from a place like this. Occasional sounds of birds and animals, echoing in the embracing silence. Then I go close. I climb up, on the top of it. Here, a man appears. Strangely, I am not surprised. As if I was expecting it. This man walks me around, showing me the place. He talks all the time, but I cannot understand (or don’t remember) what he is saying. We walk to the end of the right wing. It is all a bit slippery.

There is another man standing, waiting for us. It must be captain of the plane (!!!!). We start to chat, in a very friendly tone. He is telling me loads of things about the plane, the surrounding, as if he was a tour guide. Then he stops. He is looking at me, as if he expects me to answer to something he said. I look at him. He keeps gazing at me, so I start looking around for a clue, what could have he asked me about. I notice little windows on a side of the plane, through which I can see as if half naked women. But nothing specific, just some silhouettes or so. I look back at him. Hi nods and says… “yes”. Then he says they film porn in here. I keep looking at him. He starts laughing and asks me whether I want to see. (at this point I am falling asleep again, and my words become totally random ((damn!! :-D)))


The next dream:4:15am
Mk and I are in some camp or a cottage village or so. It looks like the spring village from the other day's dream, but this time we are on the top of the village, on the top of the hill. We are walking and chatting. It feels like we are going to explore the place. Then a group of people approach us. They are all young. It seems like they are on some school trip. They ask us if we want to go with them for a party, where they are going. Mk and I look at each other, make that kind of face saying “why not”, and we agree to go.

However, Mk says he needs to change his jacket. So we cycle home quickly. (I am not sure where we got the bikes, as we were walking initially, but hey, it’s a dream right?). Our house is somewhere in the middle of the ‘slope’ village. It is an old, cold house. It seems like my grand mum’s house I think for a moment. Then, Mk says he needs to “take a dump” (literally). I wait outside. I can hear him shouting something and laughing. 'Bloody hell', I am thinking to myself and laughing too. Then he walks out (from (as I now realise) a disproportionally small house) and says it stank so bad, that his head started to hurt! Well, I am laughing at it, obviously. :-D

We are on our way to the party. It's quite a walk up the hill. I think it must take us some fifteen minutes. The road curves up the hill, but we are taking shortcuts that cut right through, straight up.
When we get to the party, there are many people. We have to tell the security a code, which is “chicken fricassee” (!!!). Apparently, this is what is cooked as a main course there. The party is kind of boring, or old fashioned. It is in a huge village hall house. People are walking in one big circle to a rhythm of the music being played. We just stand there and watch it. Occasionally, we chat shortly with some random people. Then I wake up….

Dream Lucid Partially lucid

Every night so far this month I have had some kind of lucid, partially lucid, or lucid-like dream.

Feb. 8, '11: I was back in my parents' house again (just like last night) In my bathroom mirror, I saw a man standing behind me. It was creepy, but I staid calm. I might have been close to considering that I was dreaming, but instead concluded that I was awake.

I asked the man why he was there. I asked if he had come with a warning or a message. He was talking, but I couldn't hear what he was saying.
He was a slightly heavy-set man, with a mustache and beard, and darkish skin. His hair was black and it might have had long, but I'm not sure.
Then I had a false awakening. I looked at a mirror and started screaming (I don't know why). I put my hand in my mouth and pushed my arm into my throat. I realized I was dreaming, but I thought I heard an alarm.

I had another false awakening. I turned off my alarm clock and saw that it was around 8 or 9 AM, much earlier than I thought it was. I was glad that I had more time to try to WILD.
But then I actually woke up and it was much later than my dream had said it was.

I'm alone in the house I grew up in, upstairs. It's dark and I can't turn the lights on, kind of like the power is out. For some reason I am sooo freaked out.. I'm crying and in total panic. I'm frantically flipping light switches. I think the house might be haunted. I run to go downstairs and I'm out of breath. I woke up all sweaty and crying.

...

I'm sitting on a school bus and GB is in the seat across from me. There's a girl sitting next to him and she keeps touching him but he isn't paying attention to her. I say "fuck! nononono!!" and he looks over at me but I act like I didn't see him there. He sits with me and I think he wants to talk to me, but I can't look at him.

...

I'm playing a game like a cross between Bananagrams and Pentago... There's two other people there, but I only saw one (a guy in his late thirties with a goatee and a hat on). I don't understand the rules or how to play but I have a lot of pieces in front of me, but I don't know how I got to this point.

Dream Lucid Partially lucid

Feb. 7, '11:
1) I had a short lucid moment when I told my mom to have a sense of humor in dreams. She was upset by something I had said.
I asked her if she knew where Sheila was. Then I asked again with different wording. I asked for Sheila to be there.
I saw a girl in the kitchen that did not look like Sheila. She had darkish skin and was very sexy. We had sex for a few seconds until I woke up.

2) I was back in my parents' house, in the dining room. (Not like how I'm usually there in my dreams, like I'm still living there. In this dream I had returned to visit.) Braden approached me and talked about art school. Several people gathered at the table, I think for a Bible study. My dream journal was open on the table. I picked it up and closed it, saying there could be inappropriate stuff in it.

Comment Dream Lucid
Epicness: 6,7/10
I'm at a nightclub. In some way I buy and sell aircrafts. Always something bigger. Suddenly, I have 11.3 million on my bank account. I know because I somehow check it on a computer. I go and dance in the club, it feels like the dream is very long, just being in the club. I tell a girl from my class that I have won much money. Her reaction is not caring at all. I go back to my hotel room and get a message by Tommy at work, he writes in English: you may have to confirm. He will pick us up, me and another for some reason. There's a lot of things I assume to know here. A picture of a large building comes into my head. Large Roman columns outside and a large staircase. It kind of overlaps the current dream, like my last dream.

I find myself suddenly in a dream I've had before, long ago. There is a room in a hospital that is cursed. A force grab patients and knock them wall to wall in a tight hallway into the room. I go in and also get smacked between the walls, but I manage to go all the way into the room. They say that MRI machines are on the other side of the walls each side of the hallway and that tattoos smack patients to the walls. I don't have any tattoo. When I enter the room there comes a creepy, skinny and bald person behind the door. I have seen him before. I look to the other side and starts waking up. There is a staircase down to something, behind a shower curtain. Another bald and skinny guy is coming up from it.

I woke up exactly at 6 o'clock one hour before I'm used to wake up. I didn't feel the dream was that of a nightmare even though I were in a cursed room. When i woke up I didn't move and tried to sleep again. the face of the creepy guy was what came to mind and woke me up again. Like something didn't want me to dream again.
I felt the dream was very long, I think I got an idea that I was dreaming when I had won money, but was not lucid. It might mean that I'm close?

Amount of sleep: 6,5 hours
Supplement: Apple juice

Awake Semi-Lucid Lucid

Once again, I am in my dark room. I do not wake up, I don't remember a dream from before. I can feel that it's a dream, but I do a nose-pinch reality check to make sure.

I breathe slowly through my nose. I head out my door, fully familiar with this now, and head downstairs. I decide to try changing the dream scene using the door. I don't really know where I want to go, but I open the door, expecting to see something other than my street.

I walk into what looks like an underground bar. It's near empty, and dimly lit with an orange light. Leaning against the bar, is my friend Travis. I smile, and hug him. He may be a DC, but he's still a good friend. He smiles at me, but says nothing.

"I haven't seen you in a while, Travis." I say, putting my elbows onto the wooden bar. A DC stands behind it, watching us. He uses an old, ancient looking rag to clean a beer glass.

"You say my name wrong." Travis frowned. This confuses me a little and causes my lucidity to drop a little. "You pronounced it "Trah-Vis. It's pronounced "Trae-Vis." He shakes his head, as if disappointed I didn't know this before.

And then I lost my lucidity and I'm not sure what happened from then on. I'm glad I'm getting lucids on a regular basis now though! Or at least it seems...

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! I'm running out of titles, and so I've decided to start using dates for my dreams. This will make it easier to keep a track of them, and to be honest, I don't know why I haven't used it before. Anyways, had a few fragments last night.

22.20: Sleep

05.10: Fragments
*I'm with my brother at the pub. We're at a big table and there are people all around us. I decide to joke around a bit and start to sing "Happy Birthday" loud and clear. I fool atleast ten people that it's my brother's birthday and they sing the entire song. I laugh at him and he gives me a fake laugh back.

*I'm talking to someone as an old couple walks by. "I wish I could have a conversation with an intellectual college student" the woman says. I tell her I finished college just four years ago, and that we could have a conversation. She gives me a dumb look and says nothing, then walks away.

05.10: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7 hours

Supplements before bed: 2 x Omega-3

That's it! Yeah yeah. Tonight is "sleep night" and I will aim for a lucid with meditation, and mantra's. Wish me luck!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I was using the computer, and my Japanese Pen Pal contacted me and asked me to go on a holiday trip with them. I asked my mum, and she was fine with this. We were supposed to be only gone for 8 hours. They immediately arrived at the door, and I walked out with my sister and got in their car. It was early evening, and was partially sunny outside. We got in their car, and began to drive down my road. There was no conversation. I asked them how we were going to get to Japan, have a holiday, and get back in 8 hours. They told me they'd changed their minds and wanted us to stay for 2 days. I was relaxed about this and figured I'd text my parents at some point soon.

I remembered being in an airport, and that was it.

I was in a holiday home in Spain, and was sitting on a computer chair, using the internet. It was early evening outside and was somewhat cloudy, so I'd come inside. The villa was very grey and spacious, but nice still. I had been asked to do weed, and I'd agreed.

Suddenly I was in a room behind it, an equally grey but much smaller room. My friend Jonny was doing weed inside of it.

Strange greeting (fragment)

I was outside and had been walking for a while. We were on the outskirts of some neighborhood that I've never been to. Rex was with me and so was Kevin. Kevin left to go home because he said he going to bring us back some movies. We then ran into faith and Katie. Katie greeted me by rubbing up against me with her butt. I found this a little strange, but liked it too. Kevin then came back with two movies.

Cold waters

I was watching my friend Chris, from Yellowstone. He was trapped under a bunch of ice in Alaska. He had to wait for the weather to get colder and colder so the ice would grow above his head. When it was close enough he could grab it and pull himself up and over the hole. I watched it grow in fast motion. I had a feeling that something bad was about to happen and that he might not make it. He then pulled himself over and on top of the ice. As the scenery revealed itself I saw that he was on the edge of a downward cliff that led to a wide river. He started to scale down the cliff, but slipped and fell into the water. His whole body disappeared underneath the green, icy water. I thought he was a goner, knowing how cold it was.

I was now talking to my cousin, Cameron, as the events took place. He said how he once fell into the waters in Alaska too. I was amazed that he survived. I told him that I had just touched the water and that it felt extremely cold. I then saw Chris come up out of the water on the other side of the river. He was greeted by a bunch of other people. They all seemed like his friends and it seemed that he was safe.

My environment then changed and I was at my grandmas house. My Grandma, Cameron and I were all in her kitchen. It didn't look anything like her real life kitchen though. Cameron was about to go fishing. He was wearing brown overalls and had a bunch of gear with him. I kind of wanted to go with him but for some reason I knew that I couldn't. I grabbed a bunch of equipment and approached him. I could tell that I couldn't go and put them down against the kitchen counter. I then saw that grandma was about to cook something to eat. I looked back as Cameron said something and walked out the front door.

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

The first thing I remember is thinking, I should really do an RC. [I have no idea why I thought that, but I did.] I do, and discover that I can breathe through my nose while holding it shut. Strangely, though, I find I can't do anything more than that, besides lie there. I can't even see anything around me. I try to get up, but I can't. I think, "I have no mouth, and I must scream," but I don't really mean it; I'm not afraid or even really concerned, just slightly puzzled, and I'm just observing that my situation is comparable to the one for which the short story is named.

[Later, I had a really, really cool non-lucid.] My mom, P., and I get into the open, upholstered back seat of a tiny little wooden propeller plane, big enough for the three of us and a pilot, who sits in a seat in front of ours. The plane takes off from the airport in the city of Louisville, which I know [in the dream] is the greenest city in America. [It looks nothing like the real Louisville.] We fly over the city in our plane, admiring the view. There is a big building with cascades of water gushing through big, rectangular openings on one side. I think, I hope that's a power plant. It obviously is, powering the entire city. The city is very beautiful from the air. It is on a very flat, sandy plain, next to the ocean. [Wait, what?! Real!Louisville is landlocked! It's by a river, but it's not the same thing.]

The little plane flies low over the ocean, so that we can dip our rubber-thong-sandal-clad feet in the water as we fly along. Then, suddenly, I find myself in the ocean water, holding on to a dark purple foam mat that floats in the water. I'm wearing my favorite swimsuit [that I have in real life]. I see the plane, floating with most of the plane below the surface of the water, the pilot still in his seat. I hang on tightly to the foam mat to keep myself afloat, knowing that I can't swim. [Strange; I could swim back on February 2.] There are other swimmers in the water besides me and my family. A young man grabs hold of my mat and flips it up and pushes it over onto me, trying to use it to playfully push me under the water. I pretend to go along with it, but manage to keep my head above water. [Now that I think of it, I was much more buoyant in the water in this dream than I am in reality, and could keep an arbitrary amount of my body above water, just like in my dream on February 2; I just wasn't aware that I could do that this time.]

My family and I get back onto the plane, which is getting ready to take off from the water. I have a conversation with the pilot about how there have to be at least two feet of distance between the surface of the water and the wings of the plane in order for it to take off. It takes off with the help of a wave that gives it a push from behind, then climbs back into the sky. The pilot says something about how he's heading back to the airport, since it's so close by that there will be practically no weather at all there. The plane returns to the airport and lands there.

[Later in the night, after a very brief WBTB.] I'm talking about being a lucid dreamer [whether to myself or to someone else, I'm not sure]. I ramble on about the mental discipline I have to have for a bit, not really paying attention to what I'm saying. Suddenly, I realize that for the last several sentences, I haven't been talking about lucid dreaming at all; I've been talking about being kind and behaving well toward other people. At some point, without realizing it, I shifted from talking about being a lucid dreamer to talking about being a Christian. I say to myself, “That's a good sign. It means my subconscious has its priorities in order.”

I'm in House #1, and am now definitely lucid. Everything around me is vague and blurry. I try to focus my attention on some of the scenery to make it clearer, and it works a little bit, but the house looks as if I'm looking at it through dark, spot-and-fingerprint-covered sunglasses. I'm walking back and forth in the master bedroom, which is much more spacious than it was in the real House #1. I remember that my dreaming goal for tonight was to practice delivering my 30-second commercial, so I start practicing.

"Hello, my name is (Emiko)," I say. "I'm a computer technician... networking technician... I'm a computer technician who specializes in networking."

I go on to say the same thing I've been saying almost every time I've practiced this, about saving money for my previous employer. I can't think of anything new and creative to add to my 30-second commercial. I'm rather surprised. I had expected the words and thoughts to flow more easily here, but it's actually a little bit harder to deliver a good 30-second commercial in a lucid dream than it is in reality. [So much for using all of your brain's potential while you're dreaming. Not for that purpose, anyway. I suppose my brain was also busy generating the scenery around me. Or maybe I just need to gain more dreaming experience. I don't know.]

There's another reason why I'm having difficulty practicing my 30-second commercial: I'm distracted by my stuffy nose, which is now running. I wipe it with a black paper napkin with white polka dots on it, remarking, “I didn't think dream bodies could get sick like this!” As I continue pacing the master bedroom, I think, I could try walking through that wall there if I wanted to, but I decide not to, because I have something more important to work on while I'm here.

I step forward far enough to see around the corner into the bathroom, to the left. I see the DC version of my mom there. She's wearing a light yellow T-shirt and is crouched down, apparently looking for something under the sink. I say, “Oh. Hi, Mom. I have this cold right now. I don't know why I'm telling you this. Just to let you know.”

She says something along the lines of, “Well, don't get it on me.” I turn away, looking back into the master bedroom, and discover that I can now see everything with perfect clarity. “Oh, now I can see!” I exclaim, slightly annoyed. I walk toward the other end of the room, aiming to explore beyond another doorway into another part of the house. [Stupidly,] I close my eyes, and then open my real eyes. I'm disappointed in myself when I realize that I've lost the dream by doing something that I know better than to do.

I have been a member of this site for five years, and I have never had a lucid dream (that I can remember). So, in an attempt to help awaken one I've decided to start keepin' this online journal.

From what I remember of the last dreams, I was in some sort of jungle/grassland. I rode in a jeep-like vehicle with my friends Damien and Michael. My mother was there in the jungle and she told Damien many secrets about me. My old step-father was also there chopping down grass or something. This was weird because I haven't seen the man in years.

Then the dream changed, and turned into a big dark city. There was a constant night sky, and a large space ship was hovering thousands of feet above it. High officials in the city were each staring at a contraption in their laps that had two buttons (green and red). A little girl in a red dress was trying to pick out red glasses. Most of all the officials pressed the green button, but there was one man flying away in a plane who lifted the latches and press both buttons. This caused the compartments on the spaceship to open and empty hundreds upon hundreds of zombies (big and small) onto the street. The city was in a panic when I somehow woke up.

Last night's dream was filled with feelings of guilt and exasperation

I was at some random guy's house, helping him host a house party because he was sick. It should be mentioned that 'I' was not me - I was female but in another body it seemed.

The whole party consisted of me fetching and carrying for the host, cleaning up all of the bottles and dirty clothes (?) left around by guests, and feeling incredibly guilty knowing that I was helping this guy cheat on his girlfriend, who came home early in the end of the dream.

A bit of a masochistic dream, me thinks

Dream - Lucid

I slept pretty hard last night, so a lot of my recall is shot till I had some dreams/FAs/weird experiences this morning. I do remember a fragment from the night though.

I was at my grandparents' house, smoking weed with my grandpa. I wasn't supposed to do it again for some reason, but I found some extra that I didn't know I had, and hid it away. I also almost took a whole bunch of my grandpa's weed, but decided against it.

~

I was in my high school's band room, but I think it was supposed to be elementary school. There were kids standing by the door, lining up like they were ready to go somewhere. The teacher, my old 2nd grade teacher to be exact, was standing at a podium at the front of the room. It was very quiet, and I realized I was dreaming. I examined my hands, and counted 6 fingers on my right hand. I looked at one of the girls standing in the room, Chelsea, and I said

"Chelsea! I'm dreaming!"

She just looked at me and smiled. The look on her face and on the faces of all the other kids who were now staring at me, was one of pity, like I was crazy and they felt sorry for me, but they were going to humor me by smiling and keeping silent.

I examined my hands again to induce some clarity, but I felt myself losing the dream. I shouted "Increase vividness!", and I still felt like I was losing the dream, but a little more slowly now. I felt one of the chairs closest to me, and felt the hard plastic material it was made out of. I started to fly through the ceiling, when I woke up into an FA.

I woke up in my bed, and looked at my phone for the time. 8:30, right when I was supposed to get up. One of our cats, Pounce, walked into the room and jumped on my bed. I pet her a little, and she started to scratch herself. She drooled everywhere (she drools in waking life, haha). I said "Are you drooling, Pouncer?". Her drool got all over one of my green school notebooks that she was sitting on. I looked up, and there was a TV in front of me, with some weird episode of Family Guy where everyone looked like purple aliens.

After this, I really woke up. Tossed and turned a bit to get a little more sleep before I had to get up.

~

I woke up again, this time to my alarm going off. I looked at my phone. 8:30. I tried to turn the alarm off, which was barely going off in the first place, and ended up accidentally resetting it to go off. I finally got it turned off, and got up to get in the shower.

I entered the bathroom. It was very dim, and the sinks were missing. It was also bigger than my waking life bathroom. I went to turn on a light switch, but the wall around it was covered in these light brown moving spots. I went to the other side of the bathroom to try to use the other light switch, but it too was surrounded by these light brown moving spots. I wondered to myself if they were bugs. I repeated the process of going back and forth a couple of times, now trying to turn on a light to see if the spots really were bugs. I decided that they were, even though I never got to touch the light switches to see for sure. I thought to myself "I could go to another bathroom without these bugs in it if I were dreaming."

Then, I was in my bed, but it took me a minute to figure out where I was. There was a mirror behind me, but when I tried to sit up to look in it, I couldn't see my reflection. In fact, moving itself was a chore. I could barely keep my eyes open, they were very heavy. I was trying to look around, but it was so difficult to keep my eyes open, just looking around my room was a chore. I closed them for a minute, but forced them open again, because I knew I'd wake up if I closed them. I wondered if I was having an OBE. I tried to fly, but couldn't. My body felt very heavy. I fell onto the floor, still with my eyes struggling to stay open. I don't remember seeing my body on the bed, so I was then very unsure of what was really going on. I knew I wasn't awake. I then got up off the floor, put my feet on the edge of the bed, and was lying down in midair, with nothing supporting my weight but my feet on the edge of the bed.

Very strange experience...very strange indeed.

Still non lucid, but last night's dream was all over the place.

First thing I can remember is the carnival. See S, try to catch up with her. She goes on a ride in some wierd part of the carnival. I keep walking and go into a little room to use the bathroom or something. I realize there are windows on the wall and wonder if everyone can see me.

Next thing i can remember im in some house that slightly resembles mine. For some reason I know M is out to get me and I have a distinct memory of her stabbing me to death at some point. So, i search for a knife to keep in my pocket. Im sneaking around, I find some knife from a long time ago, and hide it in my pocket.

Later on I see her and somehow to prevent her from hurting me I turn into a vampire. This makes me super strong and I suddenly have the idea that Brian is out to get me. I attack him as a vampire. I cant really remember the fight.

Then in the third part of the dream, its me B and S walking outside of a building somewhere. Were about to take an outside elevator to a beach on the rooftop, where everyone has apparantly turned into babies. It comes to my attention that we are also infants. B wants to see the adorable other people, but we decide to wait till were big again so we can just watch them.

Last part, S chats with me on FB. But I realize I'm actually asleep. I try to respond but I know I'm not actually on my laptop. Finally I wake up.