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my usual blabbering Dream Lucid dream

okay so today i dreamed about some planetside like lab with some people init but for some reason me and someone else beat up some muscilar bald dude for no reason.. an not one time.. more like a couple of times like he respawned after he got pwnd.. somewhat later the dude that helped me said that we needed to go! but i shouted no! i need to pee! and then i woke up running to the toilet to pee. unfortunately i slept 6 hours so i could had have another dream but i couldn't sleep anymore because everyone started to wake up for there jobs etc so there was to much noise but ill think i take a nap in the afternoon and see whats happening

the second dream that i can recall is just a snippet unfortunately
but that was about me throwing an tube of toothpaste all over the place in 'the kruidvat' and on a girl friend of mine and after they caught me.. but pretty nicely! but for some reason i have to work over there! and for another odd reason i reminded my self that i have 2 jobs now!(but i don't have any jobs in real life ! aaah why didn't i triggerd lucidity! lol). and for some reason i was playing world of warcraft again(dream sign?) and i got killed again all the time just like the time before..

Well, I think the psycho dream redhead might have had something to do with the fever I just found out I've had for a couple of days.

No dreams last night, or today, as the NyQuil does its job well.

12/27/10 The Dark Half
Plans: Once again there are no real plans, thought I hope I might remember some stuff at Hogwarts, in either the one where I'm a student or the one where I'm an instructor. There are also new tasks from a group in DV, Lucidity
Power Trials Club... those challenges include finding a world where a huge evil tree is draining the life energy of the planet, kick the ass of the person who planted it, then stop the tree... and the other is task to beat Sonic the Hedgehog in a race. That's not really a goal yet, though, since I posted a question regarding that and I am waiting for an answer. With no specific plans, I didn't do my WILD tonight, but I do have recall of a non-lucid dream…

I am on vacation in somewhere in California, I think it was somewhere around Disney Land, which is where I have been spending my time. I want to go back and spend some more time there, but I think I had better check to make sure my plane flight is going to be on schedule before I go off having fun on my last day here. I have one more night available to me in the hotel I have been staying at, so I want to be sure I have my flight lined up to leave the next day. I have some things with me, I have a digital camera, my iPod Touch, and there is an assortment of crap in my purse that I don't bother looking at nor do I remember what I crammed in there. So I drive to my hotel room first, I go inside and look around before grabbing some money I have stashed in one of the drawers. I leave the hotel room, then I take a cab to the airport, after all, who wants to fight the traffic and find parking at an airport when it isn't necessary? So I pay the cab driver and go into the airport to find some information on my flight, which is flight 1218 heading to Tucson, leaving the next day. I check at an information stand, but they don't know anything… I look at a couple of the schedule boards, there is no mention of my flight. Could it be too early to get information on my flight? No, it's not, I can tell that because there are flights listed from the day after tomorrow, just not mine. This is a bit annoying, and it gets me a bit concerned that my flight may have been canceled, so I had better check around some more. First I need to use the bathroom, though, so I head to a restroom. I enter the room and see there are many stalls along the left side, and mirrors and sinks along the right side. A woman comes in and says hi before going into one of the stalls. I feel a bit dizzy, so I sit down in a seat in what looks like a small waiting area. I close my eyes and wait for my head to clear…

Missing time…

I feel like I have lost consciousness briefly, but now I am awake again, so I get up. I look at the clock on my iPod, and I see that the time is 4:52 pm, but that doesn't tell me a lot since I don't remember what time it was when I got to the restroom in the first place. I walk over to the sinks, I no longer feel like I need to use the bathroom, but I do need to wash up a bit. When I look in the mirror, however, I see that I am not myself. I am a young girl, more of a teenager, I estimate my age to be about 15 or so… This does seem a bit strange, but then it doesn't seem strange enough for me to do a RC. The other thing I notice takes my attention away from the fact I am not myself. I am covered in blood! I have long dark brown hair coming down to about the middle of my back, and it is curly and shiny, I have a pretty face… and my face is almost completely covered in blood! There is also blood on my clothes, blood on my hands, blood everywhere, and I don't know where it came from. I wash it off of me as well as I can, then I look around the bathroom to see if there's anyone else in there. I don't see anyone… I have discovered the blood is not my own, as I am not injured in any way… so I look in my purse and somehow find I have some extra clothes with me… I don't remember packing extra clothes… but I go into one of the stalls to put the clothes on. In the stall I find the woman from earlier, she is dead, she has been badly beaten… it looks like she has been clawed a lot, her face has been scratched and clawed at, her eyes have been clawed right out of her head… YUCK! I hear someone else come into the room. He looks at the body, then at me, then asks what I have done… I try to say I didn't do anything, but he isn't ready to listen, so I run from the room and around a few corners, then into an elevator, I want to put distance between myself and the body. When I get into the elevator, the first thing I do is change my clothes, and wait until I am several floors away from the restroom with the dead body.

I am now heading down a hall on a different floor, I wonder if I am safe, I think the man down there has no way of knowing who I am, so I there is no way they can track the event to me. I go into a bathroom, I am looking to relax a bit, I splash some water in my face, dry it off, then I head back out into the airport. I am having trouble focusing on what I need to do, which is find out what is happening with my flight, right now I just want to find someplace to rest. I leave the bathroom and see there are quite a few people in the hall outside, there is a black woman out there who seems to think I should know her, I am not aware of who she is… then a name comes to mind, the name of someone I knew in high school named Jamilia, she pretended to be my friend but then turned her back because I didn't want to go to her church… so she is not really someone I want to talk to, so I continue pretending I have no idea who she is. I say I have never met her, and then I walk away. But she doesn't want to let it go that easily… she follows me, keeps going at it, then she finally tells me her name and expects a certain reaction, I am not interested, she is just giving me a headache… I want to get away from her now…

Missing Time…

I am in a closet, or a storage room is more likely since it is too big for a closet… and Jamilia is there, or her body is. She is lying up against one of the walls, her face and body have been clawed, her face is frozen in a perpetual look of pain and fear, and her eyes are missing. I then realize I am holding the eyes in my hand… yuck again! I drop the eyes and hurry out of the store room, then I realize I am once again covered in blood, so I duck back into the store room. I look around for supplies, I clean myself up a bit, snag some clothes from a laundry bag… they don't fit very well, but it looks a lot less out of place than the blood. I leave the bathroom, though I am hearing a voice as if it is speaking into my ear, the voice sounds desperate, the voice sounds scared, it is the voice of a young girl… the voice says she doesn't know how to make it stop, please help her make it stop… but how can I make it stop? I think it will have to be done in a dream, in the girl's dream… I am about to leave the airport, but I find I am being ushered onto a small plane. I tell them I need to leave, but the guard pushing me onto the plane says it isn't safe, there is a vicious killer on the loose, another body was just discovered on this floor… so I let them push me onto the plane. I am expecting the plane to take off, but instead it just taxies across the runway to a place where there are a lot of beds set up in a big tent, the beds are there for the stranded passengers to sleep until their flights leave. I say I'm not staying there since I have a hotel room for another night, so I hail a cab and head straight back to the hotel. I can still hear the girl speaking to me, she is telling me she hasn't been able to sleep at all or the "other one" comes out… I tell the girl I think I can help, but we need to get into a dream state to do that. The hotel room is a good place to do this. I go into the room, over to the bed, where I lie down and focus on slipping into a WILD…

Dream Within a Dream
As I enter the dream within a dream, I am lucid now, fully aware that I am in a dream, what I still fail to realize is that it was a dream before I lied down to get into this WILD. I am in a very pretty place, there is green grass, it looks like a beautiful meadow, and there are flowers around the outside edge… the trees are so green, and the sky is so blue, the tall grass is blowing gently in the breeze. There is a girl there, about 15, she has long curly dark brown hair, a pretty girl, and she is flying a kite, the kite is all the colors of a rainbow. She looks over at me, looks briefly alarmed, then relaxes. She says she thought I was "the other" coming back again. She said "the other" would surely be here soon, and then she would have to leave and wake up, or "the other" would wake up and do something horrible… usually ends up killing someone… The girl turns her attention back to the kite.

Someone else is entering the meadow, but this one is coming in what looks like a cloud of death, the grass is dying where she walks, there is a cloud of darkness surrounding her… but when she gets closer I can see it is an exact twin of the girl with the kite. She looks to be about 15, long curly dark brown hair, but instead of a bright smile she has a dark glare on her face. She seems to be ignoring me completely, she goes over to the light girl and says she isn't going anywhere, so the light girl will just have to accept it. The light girl says no, she says she hates the dark girl, and will find a way to get rid of her darker half. I tell the girl that I know how to solve her problem, the dark girl tells me to stay out of it, she'd had enough of those stupid adults interfering with things. The light girl says she knows what the dark girl is, she is a demon, a monster from hell, go away! The dark girl says she isn't going anywhere, never!

I somehow know the two of them have to be one to be stable, they aren't two separate people, but two halves of the same girl. I tell the light girl this is really very easy to fix… they need to be at peace, though. She says she will never make peace with a demon, I tell her it's the only way to be free of it. The light girl looks at me doubtingly, then at the dark girl… I get them standing, facing each other, their energies are the same frequency since they are the same person… I tell them to take each others' hands and look into each others' eyes, and with that acceptance, the conflict would be over. The dark girl seems very willing to do this, though the light girl still seems doubtful. The dark girl says something that surprises me… she tells the light girl to stop rejecting her, they're supposed to be sisters… I tell the light girl she just needs to do this one thing, and her trouble will pass… just please trust in that. I am hoping my energy is showing that this can be trusted. Finally the light girl complies… and when they do, the two girls become one… the girl says the other one is gone! But no… she says she still feels the presence inside her… but maybe that's ok…

I wake up in the hotel room bed, now I notice that there is a young girl lying on the bed next to me, the girl is waking up at the same time as I am. She looks over at me with a strange look on her face, and she says she had the strangest dream… and I was in it. I tell her I visited her dream, but she says that's crazy talk… but she does know I am here to help her with "the other" that keeps coming to take over. She says she thinks she will be ok, though, she feels different now. She says she can still feel the presence of "the other," but it didn't feel like a bad thing now… in fact, that presence was rather comforting. I tell her that is because there may come a time when she needs "the other" as she calls it to come partly forward to protect her, but there would be no more of having "the other" taking complete control and then going out of control. She looks at me for a bit and then smiles, she says she isn't sure why, but she believes that now… she looks sad then… she says she doesn't know how she will make up for those who "the other" killed… I tell her that is over now, no one is in danger. She says she wants to go home… wait… what time is it? She has a plane to catch! If she isn't on the plane when her mom comes to pick her up, there's no way she will get to go on another weekend on her own until she's 40! She hurries out of the hotel room, then she pauses, returns and gives me a big hug. She says she doesn't know what I did, but thank you… she runs from the hotel room again, and I wake up.

I had a frag about some chick with saggy breasts. *I remember getting into the car with her, and squeezing them....thick orangish fluid was coming out of her nipple. *There was some other stuff that happened, but I cant piece it together. update I remember being on some ship or boat, that we had to manually operate with these devices that we had to press with our feet. There boat had all this water inside it and it was ice cold.

Edit:

I think I had a WILD....I don't think that I did much though...just walking around the house and things ended.

I also remember a frag about wearing jackets. I was putting two on because I was so cold.

Waited too long to write my dreams down and lost my main dream.

Fragment: Slap Happy
I'm sitting on the bus, with a guy next to me close to the window. All of a sudden I feel a cupped hand quickly slap me in the face several times in a row. I turn to the guy next to me and slap him across the face as hard as I can.

Then I notice a skinny army caught in and sticking through the bus window, attached to a very skinny guy flopping around in the wind outside the bus. It was his bony arm flopping around that hit me. I try to explain sheepishly to the guy I just slapped about my mistake.

These are the two dreams I remember from Sunday night during my Christmas vacation. Notice that they both feature public baths. When I woke up, I really needed to pee.

In which I am a king who takes part in a revolt to overthrow myself and am attacked by a fellow conspirator's decapitated head…

I’m a young, handsome king with long blonde locks but I’m disguised in Harlequin‘s broad hat and mask. There is a mob of people dressed in 17th century French clothes running through the streets of an old city hunting down four conspirators who are suspected of planning a revolt to overthrow me. Inexplicably, I am one of the four conspirators even though I am also the king. I’m standing in the shadows made by a gas fired lamp that shines down on a café, whispering with my fellow conspirator, a young man who is dressed like Baptiste the mime from Children of Paradise. When we hear the mob coming, we realize that we are soon to be discovered so we decide that the best thing to do is to blend in with the crowd.

We join the angry mob and begin shouting slogans of support for the king mixed with threats for those four who plan his overthrow. In the crowd, I find another conspirator, an older bearded man who is disguised as a peasant. I realize then that our entire plot has been interrupted by this mob and now there is nothing to do but get away safely. The “peasant” has my royal clothes under his coat and he hands them to me. When the crowd passes the public bath, I dart off into the building alone with my clothes and hide in a stall to change clothes.

I leave the stall dressed like a king once again with a large feathered cap like D‘Artagnan. People are standing in front of wide sinks of warm and soapy water washing their hands and hair. They recognize me and bow down. I look over their hunched backs and see a royal soldier standing at a bath, saluting. I walk over to him and ask him for a full report. Standing next to him is a short red-haired noble woman who is wearing a tiara and a burgundy velvet dress with puffy shoulder sleeves. She has shining green eyes and a blushed face. She is the fourth conspirator, but I pretend not to know who she is.

The royal soldier responds cryptically. He is asking me a series of questions that only the true king can answer to make sure that I’m not an imposter. When he is satisfied that I’m the king, he still looks at me suspiciously. He asks how I came to be in this public bath. I stomp my foot, straighten my back, and remind him of his place. I’m the king. I’ll ask the questions.

The soldier apologizes but it is apparent that he is suspicious that I, the king, am involved in my own attempted overthrow. Also I’m worried about the red-haired woman at his side. Has she been caught? I glance into her eyes briefly and see that she has not given me up. She’s told him nothing. I repeat my demand for a full report.

At this point, the soldier asks me a tricky question. He is sly and brave. If I answer in a way that will confirm that I am innocent of plotting my own overthrow, it will somehow also confirm that the woman at his side is one of the conspirators. But if I answer in a way that could save her life, it will reveal that I am, in fact, a traitor. All of my subjects at the bath are silent, listening for my response. The guard has his hand on his gun.

I do not hesitate. I answer with authority and indignation. The soldier cowers, apologizes for his suspicion and begs my forgiveness, all the while raising his gun to the red-haired woman’s head. She does not cry; she expected nothing less. The soldier shoots her in the neck. Her body tumbles over but her head flies off her shoulders.

To my horror, arms grow out of her ears and they start to crawl towards me with the decapitated head between them. Her green eyes are fierce and wild, and she howls with her teeth and tongue showing. I scream and fall over. As the head crawls towards me, I kick it in the face with my buckle toed boots but it keeps coming.

In which I attempt to organize a public bath after successfully organizing a public market…

I’m standing with my mother in front of a series of cabinets and drawers at a public bath. There are many rows of cups on the shelves, and the drawers are full of common bathroom items. The contents of the drawers are in disarray. As patrons walk into the public bath, they first stop at the drawers and rummage through them, looking for a particular item.

I’m organizing them by object, gathering all the razors in one place and all the shampoo in another. Then I put them into the cups on the shelves. I fill the drawers up with towels and toilet paper. My mom feels overwhelmed by these tasks and asks if I think there is any hope of bringing order or efficiency to this chaos.

I take her into the locker room and show her the contents of my locker. There I have arranged all of my supplies neatly and efficiently. She looks at this and is impressed. I tell her that one day, every locker and all the cabinets and drawers will look like this. She says that she wonders if I’ve bitten off more than I can chew.

I then take her outside and across the street. Now we are in India in a crowded produce market. Indians push and shout around the stalls and vendors manage the crowds. I ask my mom if she thinks it looks chaotic, and she tells me it does. Then I explain that before I came to this market, all the different vegetables and fruits were simply piled up in one big box without any organization by produce. I explained that it took me a really long time to sort it all out, but after I’d done it the people appreciated how much easier it was to shop. I admitted that I’d had less luck getting them to queue up.

As we walked around the vegetable market, I found lots of strange and new fruits that I’d never seen before. One was a red fruit with shiny skin and the texture of an apple but it was shaped like an acorn squash. I was eager to try it, and the vendor sliced one up for me. It tasted like a custard apple. I told the vendor how much I missed some of the fruit in India.

I went to a friends house and spent the night so I dont recall anything from then.

I do have a fragment of a dream I had today though. I recall something about a magic school or acadamy. The one picture I recall is the entrance to it. Theres no name or anything axcept for an arch made of greenish stone with flowers and trees around it, Really peaceful and elf-like. There were some birds in the trees roosting there I presume. Beyond this I dont recall but I get the impression that I attended that school.

Hopefully i will have better luck tomorrow ^.^

Here are two dreams I had on Saturday night over the Christmas vacation. Notice that they both feature giant birds. Also yet another appearance by a famous person.

In which my dog and I befriend a strange, red-eyed bird-horse…

I’m standing in my study looking out the backdoor and over the fence at a strange bird perched on the high limbs of one of my nextdoor neighbor’s pine trees. The bird is black and shaped like a peacock, but it is the size of a small mule. His head is red on top and his eyes are a series of in-laid geometric shapes with bright red beads in the middle. First there is a large black circle on top of which is a white triangle on top of which is a black square and so forth until we come to the beady red pupil that shines in the darkness. He has a small sharp orange beak and he squawks. It was the sound that made me step outside in the first place.

My dog Lucy comes to the door also, curious to know what has alerted me. When she sees the strange giant bird, she instantly jumps up into the pine tree as well. This frightens the bird, who then spreads his wings and flies to the second pine tree. His wingspan is easily eight feet across, and I notice that the wings have the black and white striped pattern of a common pileated woodpecker.

Lucy and the giant woodpecker sit perched up in the high limbs of the twin pine trees like birds on a wire. It’s a funny sight, and I’m surprised by it all. I walk back into my study and locate my Field Guide to the Birds of North America and flip through the pages to the section on woodpeckers. There, I read about the variations of pileated woodpeckers and notice some small print at the bottom which describes the strange geometric pattern around the eyes. It mentions nothing about the unusually large size of this bird, but it does say that this variation is friendly with dogs.

I go back outside and call Lucy to me. She leaps down out of the tree as if she’s done it her entire life, and it seems normal to me that she knows how to do this. She lands gracefully in my backyard and I give her a doggie treat. The bird sees this and swoops down off the limb and lands beside Lucy. I offer the bird a doggie treat too, but he does not want this. I pet him on the head and marvel at how big he is. Thinking that since he is as big as a horse that he might be as hungry as one too, I go into my kitchen and pull out a few stalks of celery and an apple that I keep for the horse that lives in the pasture behind my house. I offer these to the giant bird who eats them hurriedly.


In which Johnny Cash tries to avenge his friend’s murder but winds up drowning in an underwater crevasse…

I’m an important person in a Zacatecas, and people are gathered in a room outside my office waiting to meet with me. I know that Johnny Cash is among them and that he is looking to avenge the murder of his Sicilian friend. I ask my servant to show him in.

The man in black is in his early 50s and a little heavy around the middle. I stand up to shake his hand and thank him for coming. He responds politely and sets a pecan pie on my desk. He says he brought it as a gift, but I notice that there is a miniature scythe underneath the pie tin. I thank him for the pie and ask him to take a seat, then I sit across from him, behind my desk. In a dignified but down-to-business and booming voice, he calmly tells me that he has come for revenge because I’ve murdered his friend, the Sicilian. I do not deny the murder or betray any fear. Instead, I smile and casually explain why I killed his friend. We discuss the matter civilly, without any drama or insults.

In the end, we can’t come to an agreement and Johnny Cash challenges me to a duel. He lifts up the pecan pie that he’d set on my desk and exposes the scythe. He explains that he’d originally planned to cut my throat with it, but now that he sees that I’m a reasonable and honorable person, he wants to challenge me in an open and respectful manner. I tell him that I’d noticed the scythe as soon as he walked in, and I thank him for not slitting my throat.

We exit my office by the backdoor where I have a rollercoaster car waiting. We climb inside the roller coaster and head out into the jungle which is somehow very near my office even though we are in Zacatecas. The jungle is dense with banyan trees with intricate networks of roots and vines. We shake hands and then begin to fist fight. I immediately run towards a chasm. I know the jungle well and am able to navigate the terrain without a map or light. Johnny Cash doesn’t do as well, and he is soon lost in the woods. I hide down into the chasm until I see him running up to the edge. He is out of breath and I start to feel sorry for him. But I carry out my plan anyway and throw a bunch of vines towards his wrists and ankles, lassoing him like a cowboy catching a bull at a rodeo. I pull him down.

Johnny Cash lay on the ground hogtied. I climb up to him and speak to him respectfully. I don’t want to kill him, but I also know that if I don’t give him the opportunity to save face that he will just attack me once he is free. I pull out a hunting knife and cut the vines that bind his wrists but I leave his ankles tied. Now he can sit up and move about with some dignity. I explain again why I killed his Sicilian friend and how it was not personal and how I hope that he will stay out of the matter. He tells me again that he must avenge his friend’s death. I tell him that I will not kill him, but in that case must leave him bound by the ankles in the jungle overnight. I leave, knowing that he will eventually untie his ankles though it might take a while.

Meanwhile, I climb up a tree and out of the jungle. It turns out that the jungle is located within a giant warehouse in the colonial part of Zacatecas. I sit at a table in the warehouse and watch Johnny Cash untie his ankles down in the jungle. When he is finally free, he walks over to a pond to wash the mud off his face and clothes. Eventually he jumps in for a swim which I know is a dangerous idea. I jump off the table and run back into the jungle to warn him, but it is too late.

At the bottom of the pond is a deep crevasse, similar to what one might find high up in glacial regions of mountains. Johnny Cash has fallen through the pond and into the crevasse. I think about him slowly slipping deeper and deeper into the crevasse and wouldn’t wish the horror on my worst enemy. But there is no way for me to rescue him without falling into the crevasse myself.

The jungle is shrinking at this point so that it takes up only a small room in the warehouse. I run to a telephone and dial 911. I explain the emergency but the ambulance driver needs an exact location. I tell him that I’m at the warehouse with the jungle inside, but this is not precise enough. He needs a street address. I put him on hold and run out the main door of the warehouse to read the address.

The door slams behind me and I’m standing in a narrow alley with cobblestone roads between colonial style buildings that have been constructed together to share walls and flat roofs. I realize that there is no way that an ambulance will be able to fit down these alley roads. I turn around, dejected, but find that the door has locked behind me. I walk out back to the alley road and look both right and left but see nothing but a labyrinth of alleyways. I’m afraid to leave my spot because I don’t want to get lost. Suddenly I notice that there is a sculpture of a giant red chicken directly in front of the warehouse doors. I climb on the back of the bird, up its neck and then sit on top of its crested head. From there I look over the tops of the rows of buildings and alleyways spread out up and down hills as far as I can see. I realize that I’ll never be able to find my way out of the city and that the only way I’ll ever get back home is to jump back into the jungle before it disappears.

I try to climb back down the chicken, but it is very difficult to find places to put my feet. I concentrate carefully on making sure that I have a foothold before I move my other foot or hand. I slowly work my way back down the chicken. The climb down is so difficult and so dangerous that at one point I briefly realize I’m dreaming. I reflect on how frequently I have a dream in which I must scale great heights without the aid of climbing equipment and I remember that I almost never fall. This brings a little comfort and confidence, and I eventually make it back to the ground. I try the warehouse doors again, and this time I’m happy to find them unlocked.

Now the warehouse is the site of a conference of American and Mexican teachers, all of whom sit at the type of folding tables that seat students in public school cafeterias. The teachers each have a colorful plastic basket in front of them in which there are several cheap and cutesy items including a fake feather, a rubber squeeze ball and several pencils decorated with cartoon characters. I rush in front of the crowd and explain that Johnny Cash is struggling in a crevasse at the bottom of the pond in the shrinking jungle and that if we don’t get to him soon, he will die. I need their assistance in saving him. They just carry on with their conference, discussing how the useless items in the plastic trays will revolutionize public school education and save the future of both their countries. I roll my eyes in disgust and run back to the jungle.

By now, the jungle has been reduced to a small aquarium. When I look down into it, I see that the trees and terrain are all made of plastic. They are pushed into ice like beer bottles set in an ice chest. I simply pull all the jungle items out of the ice and toss them from the aquarium. At the bottom I find the pond which is now only a mass of wrinkled tin foil. I take it out and find Johnny Cash in its folds. He is the size of a GI Joe action figure, and he is dead.

Battle with Raven on the Moon
I win. We bow.

2 out of three. She wins the next two.

Then, we battle infinitely. lulz.

***

In Angel's room. Astral demons. She morphs into a jaugar.
We battle.

We are on the moon with Selene.
Two dreams.

We go to the Pyramids.

I morph into the lion man KRSNA.

I shoot my astral tentacles into many dimensions.

I call dreamers to the Pyramids of Urth.

I vibrate my tentacles into the pyramids, and spin and juggle them.

There are entrances to Hollow Earth under the pyramids.

There is colorful light shining from below.

The dream diverges.

1.
Hollow Earth.

We fly on Hollow Earth dragons with swirling suns on their foreheads into Hollow Earth.

2.
Moon

We fly on Moon dragons to the Moon. We enter the Biodome. I give them a tour of the Tower.

I introduce the SD class to Selene, the moon goddess. I roar, and morph into Tezcatlipoca. I slam my fists into the ground, and shoot energy into the sole chakras of all present. They morph into their beast forms.

We dance to some dubstep. Most of them say they don't like it. I tell them to alter their musicFish. I hand them little blue fish like Babelfish.

We ride the dragons back down to the Pyramids.

I tell them to wake up and write their dreams down. Most of them don't want to wake up. I scare them, and for some it works.

AndresLD yawns at me. I tell him to write it down. He writes it down in a DJ. I tell him he is dreaming. He smacks his head and wakes up.

I had a few vivid dreams last night but I don't completely remember them.

I remember being in a neighborhood/house and I kept seeing/making eye contact with Justen.

I remember being in a grocery store, picking up a bag of twinkies (yes, a bag..) and some spanish little girl kept asking me something and i couldn't understand what the fuck she was talking about so I walked away from her and found Greg and some other people and hugged everybody bu Greg, we just made eye contact.

I know I had a few others but I can't seem to recall them now...

Non-lucid, Lucid, Dream within a dream, [Commentary made while awake]

[This is a catch-up post. These dreams are from the night of December 13-14, 2010.]

[Note: I'm writing this entry well after the fact, working from handwritten notes, and even when I made the handwritten notes, I wasn't sure in what order the dream scenes had occurred. When writing this entry, I just arbitrarily put them in an order that made some kind of sense to me.]

I wake up in my bed in my room at House #1. A big, strong man is invading my bed and trying to attack me. I'm scared, and I try to get P.'s attention by yelling for her, but no one comes. I manage to evade him and escape. I know that once I'm standing up, I'm safe. I feel upset after this experience, so, to cheer myself up, I decide to go off and have a lucid flying dream.

The flying dream begins, and now I'm definitely lucid. [Yeah, that's right. In the aftermath of a regular nightmare, my non-lucid dream self decided she wanted to have a particular kind of lucid dream to cheer herself up, and my mind obliged. Weirdest DILD technique ever, but it's a pretty cool story.] At first, the dream is in third person, and I see myself flying over a beautiful town that fills a beautiful valley [now that I think of it, it looked a lot like the one in Kiki's Delivery Service]. I see another girl also flying over the town, unaided, the same way I'm flying. I consciously, deliberately shift to first-person perspective [That's a pretty neat trick. I wish I understood how I did it.] and approach closer to the other girl. I recognize her as Chihiro from Spirited Away. I come right up beside her and ask her, “This is a good way to fly, isn't it?”

“Mm-hmm!” she answers cheerfully.

I decide to ask the same question again, in Japanese this time, just for fun and because I can. “Fly no shikata wa sui ne?” [trans: “(This) way of flying is good, isn't it?” Again, dream!Japanese is weird – the word for “good” is ii in reality, not sui.]

"Un!" [trans: “Yeah!”] Chihiro answers. She continues talking in a language that I take to be Japanese at first, because the sounds of it are characteristic of Japanese, but after listening for a few seconds, I realize that the words are actually Spanish.

[Dreamskip.] I'm on foot, exploring some old, pretty brick buildings.

I wake up in my bedroom in House #1 again. P. is sitting at a table in the room, writing an essay.

I'm telling my family about the DreamViews website, but lying about its nature and telling them that it's strictly fandom-related. I tell them that my username there is “Stupid Top.” When P. finds out that I've been writing about the dreams that I've had about her, she gets sad and angry, and cries.

I wake up again in a variant of my bedroom in House #1. P. and I are in the bottom bunk together. Elsewhere in the house, there is a larger room that resembles the patio of our grandparents' house. A bunch of people from church come into the bedroom, and I explain that this is our old bedroom, and we used to share the full bed (we had just pushed our full mattress off the top bunk and onto the floor), not this twin bed. A woman in the group corrects me, calling the full bed a [something I can't remember] twin. I go along with it. The youngest S. girl is put into the full bed by her parents, but she doesn't want to take a nap.

I'm in a parking garage, and I randomly find some panties.

I'm reading a book that introduces the reader to a code of spiritual laws and rules that I realize are of Mormon origin when I see a citation that says something like “Uses 21:7” [e.g., a citation from a book whose name I don't recognize]. One of the rules in the book specifically forbids entering holes populated by worms for long dreaming. It surprises me to find that the people who wrote this book both knew about lucid dreaming and made a rule about it. [Yes, I did read the thread about why it's hard to get to the moon, and I think that's what inspired this dream.]

I'm exploring a building somewhere, and my friend Mary T. is there. [Day residue; I'd seen her the day before I had this dream.]

I'm driving over the bridge on W. Road that crosses over I-15, heading toward a buffet-style cafe, where I routinely go for breakfast [only in this dream, not in real life].

Oh my gosh yay!! Super happy!

Here are my 3 dreams!
I was at my friend's step grandmas house. She had cancer. My mom was there too, she has scoliosis and my grandma with cancer was there. I suddly thought, "Howd i get here?" and i did a reality check and I became lucid. I cured all the people there and I was so happy! I don't remember the rest, I woke up pretty soon after that.

The next one, I was at my boyfriends house. His best friend was there too. I suddenly wondered, again, how id gotten there. So i did another reality check and became lucid. I ran up to my "boyfriend" and hugged him. Then I kissed him, having never done that before I had really wanted to. Then I sat on his couch and leaned against him. Since i knew it was a dream I didn't find it intimidating. So I kissed him again. Then the dream ended and I woke up.

I was at a beach and i saw that ben k. was there. I AGAIN asked myself how i had gotten there and did a RC. Then I became lucid and ran up to ben. I said hi to him and he said hi. He looked bored. i asked him what was wrong and he told me that he just got dumped. so I tried to control the setting to make him happier. I spun around and the background changed. I was in my backyard, ben still there. I hugged him and said "its okay. We've all gotten dumped at one point in our lives. And anyway, this is a dream. So dont worry 'bout it. lets have fun! So he smiled and kissed my cheek (which made me happy cuz it was just awesome) and said "What's a dream anyways?" So i just shrugged "dont worry bout it. it dosnt matter" and he said "ok". Then I sat on the picnic table and he sat next to me and I hugged him and put my head on his shoulder. I loved this dream. Ben leaned his head on mine then and i grinned to myself. Then I woke up.

Then here's the nonlucid dream I had last night:
I was at my grandmas house. I seemed really tired and i layed on something, i dont remember what though. Then it felt soft (this was right before i woke up so i think it was my bed...) then I smiled and woke up.

I feel like ive accomplished something now. (oh and sorry about my bad grammar today. I didnt wanna take too long to type so yeah)

8 recalled in one night . From 2 days ago

12/24-25. 1140. 240. Driving Murcielago. Pass ladder truck. Drive into pizza store and then car is gone. Buy pizza. Girl and I argue about something. I cut pizza into smaller circle by cutting what would be the crust off. Eating only the bread, there's no toppings or anything on it

Theresa and I driving a truck, Ranger. Road kind of like going toward the river taking Corona St. Go off road. Forest. Come across horses with messed up faces. Some are cyclopses. Look similar to "Look at My Horse", lol

Dad and I driving. On 6th east at Main. Trying to look up some German words. "teufel" and "teufelfrau" were some of them. Then on 91E to 15N. 15S is closed. Looking up some more German words. Started with "OE-"? Pretty long word

550. Theresa getting fingerprints from Bruce Willis, Die Hard. Letters written on his hands and fingers

Kyle and I out on dunes. Had rained. Sandslides happening. Some "sing"

Academy group in a house, white on inside, and getting ready for something. Mason xxxxxx, other. Qxxxx and Rxxxxx there. Then in an off road shop, huge. Looking at fiberglass parts, hood, fenders. Also some ladder truck there

Visiting Dave. Area looks kind of like the dorms at Cal Poly SLO. Kind of limited access, narrow. Only water fountain available to him is locked. Go with him and mom to find a way to unlock it. FInd a door, but security guard was on other side so couldn't go that direction

930. Paintball like, but no paint. Academy guys?. Weapons are toys David had, 2 wooden rifels (I had longer one), some black looking one, stormtrooper blaster. Started in our areas, ours was like a old concrete area like one at academy for LARRO, other team like a Jap fort/ playground, lol. Adam xxxxx and I are last left so raid other team's fort, they had about 10+. We win

Have had a few people mention that they'd like to read some of my dreams. I have 11mos writting down on paper because I like to draw pics of things I see as I'm a visual person. Haven't written anytihng down on paper since Sep, so all on Word and no pics. Oh well

Anyway, I'll put up a few good ones that I've written down before starting on recent stuff. I'm only going to put interesting ones up. (Also, I use lots of abbreviations [spelling mistakes because I'm trying to be quick in typing and don't care to correct it]. I also write down one word things that may sound weird to you, but I know what it means. Last names will be written as "XXXXX" as I use last names sometimes as clarification. Any other discrepencies, eh, just comment and I'll sort it out). Hope you like it

Format- Date(night of going to sleep- morning of waking up). Time(going to sleep). 2nd time(woke up from dream). (Sometimes I forget time I went to sleep, or time I woke up)

5/18-19. 12. On some sort of fam trip. Hiking from somewhere on a ridgeline. Some steep parts. Get to a flatter area. Chopper comes by us. I have to them and one guy waves back with a hand signal. See a plane and dad says it’s an A10, but I say No. Get to a dirt road. Desert like. (have been in this place before in another dream). Turns into a little gift store. Looking at displays on the geology of the area. Play with a fault moving thing. Mess it up and try to fix it but the instructions are in Russian. Then I’m on a quad. Then I’m with some lady driving down the dirt road and she’s asking if I ride anything and asks me about them

5/24-25. 2. Vin Diesel there. Group of us climbing a rock dome thing. Group starts to slide off. Vin starts to slide off opposite side. Use our climbing rope to get the guys back up to safety. All back up on rock when planes and A10’s start attacking us and strafing . I get to the end of the rock we’re on and take cover. Best spot because they can’t line up for it. Go back up on rock, but get back down. Then I’m fighting baddies in a town. Shooting at the, both sides have horrible aim. I stay at a section of a hall and outside and hold it. Some lady likes my help and grabs my hand. Then I’m at the rock again. Run around it. Start to get strafed so dodge into a large crack which leads back to the city fighting

6/15-18. 12. Somehow lost in SD. Try to get directions for a guy that looked like the guy that took Ferris Bueller’s red car. Find a way, but ends up being the wrong way. Map I’m using is lame. Tell dad to pull off when he can to read map better. He says the area’s not a good one, and tell him to find a good area, but he pulls off anyway! I tell him to not stop and keep going to a safe spot. I’m then alone and then get picked up by a big huge black guy and he threatens me. Then talks about home taxes. I manage to escape. I hide behind a small garden fence and he shoots at me. I’m wearing kind of a big poofy jacket. Then escape to a rival gang of engineers. Then meet up with dad

6/25-26. In a school? German girl from Mesa Verde tough. Talking with her. Something happens and I get in trouble with a lot of women. They corner me in a small store. I try to talk sense into them, but they don’t listen. I punch a few and push a few coz they have me cornered. Get away. Walking back to class. Some black guy is mad at me for some racist thing. Back at class and I approach the German girl, but she’s apprehensive. I explain I’m not sxist and the other stuff of the rumors. She cries, but believes me. She asks for my name and I tell her, but she keeps writing it down wrong. Baerin, or something. I correct her. We’re in a computer lab, so I get on a comp and go onto FaceBook and see German girl’s status that’s about trusting me? Her name is Baeron or something similar

LD! 6/23-24. 11. Driving around in Norco? Jump into the air and fly. Become lucid! Fly more. “stabilize” “clarity”. Land. Fly more. Go onto a pipe. Fly to another. Lucid for maybe a minute. Go to xxxxx’s house. Different. Cindy there. Then go to Kyle’s house. It’s like there’s an extra line of houses next to the 15. He has these broken pale green Things. I eat one but it tastes bad. State to clean them up because they’re in a few places

LDx2! 7/6-7. 12. At Ashley xxxxx’s house. Checking out her room, small, yellows. See a calendar and flip through it. People’s pictures on their birthday. Some look like Mai xxxxxx, Josh, and Chingy. Then I’m at some business place. Star Trek like. I’ve just come through a transporter and my fingers get messed up so try to transport only my hand to fix them. Count my fingers by sight but miscount, so move them as I count and count 7(2 completely extra) and become lucid! Doesn’t hold and I lose lucidity but keep dreaming. Try to fix my hand again, but doesn’t work. Count fingers (same as before) and I have 6(coming out the middle of a finger, but seems to be like it was a pin and not actually attached), become lucid again! Start to lose lucidity again. Dream fades into a poor video quality look and darkening. I’m looking at a girl. Then back into dream and my fingers are fixed. Hit on girl working at the computer bank

10/10-11. In neighborhood. Normal house. Sweed flag. Old lady lives there. House worth 1.6M. Shows me around. Wine cellar and crazy huge in back. Restaurant. Look around. Similar to another dream. Rocky/ faux look. Then in a field/ lawn. Then riding in a parking lot on a moped, but really a small motorcycle with some friends

11/14-15. 930pm. I’m a zombie. Guy tries to run over some other zombie and me. I hide. Now foggy. Some camp? Now Theresa and I in car. Kids hit car so I try to run them over. Then Theresa and I go hike. Find Bri’s house. Some animals

LD! 12/20-21. Classroom stuff. Go get pencil. Put away chairs for academy. Xxxxx mad. Then looking in mirror in bathroom. Long hair, LD! Got short(loose LD). Then a little long. Then home, sleep. Get up to go to bed. Was on living room floor. Xxxxxx home. Then dad wake up. Turnouts on floor, a set not mine

Edit: Sorry so long

So I was able to have my 3rd WILD, this sunday DEC 26th. I had had my first two WILD's the prior week, one on tue the 21st and the second on wed the 22nd. I tried the next couple of days but with so much on my mind with the holidays it seemed that I would try but would end up just laying there thinking about random stuff for about an hour and I would just give up and fall asleep normally. I still have not been able to become lucid during regular dreams either, only the WILD method seems to work for me becoming lucid. So sunday around 6pm I decide to give it another try and this time it works. LUCID #3; I wake up looking at the ceiling in my room and I notice that the scenery is not stable so I realize that I am dreaming right away, I roll off the side of my bed and land on my knees, at this point I crawl over to the first thing I find in my room which happens to be my shoe on the floor. I grab it and try to perform stabalizing techniques by putting the shoe about six inches from my face and examining the texture but not too carefully, also by feeling the shoe all the way around. This helps the dream to become clearer but not by much. I then stand up and rub my hands together and this works abit better, I continue by feeling my legs and stomach which I can feel but still does not stabalize the dream to where I want it, so I walk to my room door and open it to go to the living room. When I open my room door I see my dad come around the corner and he asks me if I can go with him to see my mom in the bedroom, he says "we are going to wake her up and surprise her for her birthday". At this point I make a weird face at him and think to myself (I know its december and it cannot be my mothers birthday, also my dad is trying to lead me to the backroom of my house and I know there is no way my mom would be sleeping over at my place) I am kind of scared of the fact that it could be my sub-concious trying to mess with me since I really dont know what the hell is stored up there, and so I totally ignore him and continue with my "goal" I had planned out. I had wrote down what my goal would be for my next dream (stabalizing my dream by engaging all five sences) I had planned to do this by going to my kitchen, grabbing my roomates coffee can and opening it, smelling the coffee, grabbing a small amount in my hand and then tasting the coffee ,and finally throwing the can as hard as possible against the wall so I could hear it (even though I had heard my dad talk to me and had knocked sound out already). So I go to the kitchen and open the pantry but the coffee can that is always there is missing, I get paranoid that my dream will fade out so I keep rubbing my hands over and over, I look in the pantry again and grab what looks to be a bottle of vinegar or oil which is filled to the top. I open the lid to smell it but once I put it up to my nose and breathe in, I accidently breathe in the fluid which feels like water (similar to being in a pool and breathing in water) I immediatly have to cough as it messes with my "dream breathing", however I was not able to smell anything. I forget to throw the bottle or to try to taste it due to me having coughed and trying to get my nomal breathing back, I just lay it down and decide to walk outside. I yell to my roomate on my way out because I can hear what seems to be the tv or music in the living room, I say " hey im taking off" to which he replies " sounds good man". I am happy that I could hear him and that i took care of hearing in my dream (even though I had heard my dad talk just a minute earlier but not payed attention to it). So I walk outside and the view is similar to the street I live on but different in a way as well. There seem to be more buildings than houses on my street and I know very well there is no business buildings anywhere around my neighborhood. The weather is also strange, it seems like it is about to rain by how cloudy it is outside, the clouds also seem to be very low to the ground for some reason ( about as low as a two or three story building). As soon as I decide to run out on the street and see exactly how far I can walk away from my house, it starts to sprinkle and I can feel every single drop hitting my body which was very cool. I get about a block from my house and decide to try to fly since I didnt have much luck in my last two lucids to do this, I get a good run going and then dive outward but I do not go up or down, I just glide at about waist high for about 10 or 15 yards then slowly start dropping and land on my stomach. From here on out I seem to either lose lucidity or I simply start thinking of something else, but before I know it I am in what seems to be an old dorm room at my old highschool. I do not recognize the room or the kid in it but I am still somewhat lucid. I look around and rub my hands to stabalize the dream again since it seems very hazy, it works but not that well. I look around the room and I spot out a bag of sunflower seeds, I instantly grab it and stick about four or five in my mouth, the taste is very real, they are extremely salty ranch flavored seeds and I get very stoked at the fact that I have knocked out "taste" as well. At this point for some reason my eyes just open and I am wide awake.
I was unhappy that I woke up but yet very excited that I had another WILD since I was getting frustrated from my prior attempts that week and weekend.

I would appreciate tips as to how I can prolong the dream state and also how I can make it as lucid and clear as possible. I have tried the common methods of stabalizing (rubbing hands, engaging sences, trying to look at the texture of something) but they do not seem to work that well or atleast they didnt this time. For some reason my dream still seems to want to fade out pretty often. Thanks guys!