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12-12 --- 13-12
There was this game with different square 'levels'. Sort of a maze, but then just 1 passage every level. You could shoot eachother with water pistols in the inner rings. The person who was in the middle as first, won



Wall structure:


We were in a big house, very complicated.. I looked at a staircase and saw a chamber where i wasn't allowed to come. I wanted to see the whole house though. So i had to find a few to get around the chamber. When i looked behind me, i suddenly saw a sort of fence which i could open which lead to a stair with about 5 steps down. I simply knew i had to go there. I said to myself 'You know what freedom is? (...) [don't remember the full sentence ]

We were in an (enemy) city. We were sneaking trough it. Eventually all 3 of us had a tube to hit with. I had sort of 2 long tubes connected with eachother at the beginning. Someone else was holding what looked a whole set of tubes connected. And the other person just had 1 simple tube. We were on a sort of platform from which we could see a lot of stairs. The city looked old (roman or something). We were behind a wall by the way. Someone passed by and i raised to my feet and shouted 'hey you!'. He didn't respond..

Also dreamed about something with owning countries and something with caesar..

11-12 ---- 12-12
non-lucid
[my comments]

We were 'on vacation' with our class, in 1 huge house (....) [ bunch of stuff i can't remember] at a moment i walked downstairs and i heard my alarm going off with 'What i've done' by linkin park' [not my rl alarm] I went upstairs and set it off. We went to another house for a while, the showers were way better! When we came back to the 1st house i said 'yay.. our own showers again..'. A boy from my class wanted 2 take a shower, so i went to my own room. After 10 seconds i heard the shower stopped. So i went to the bathroom door and saw my class mate coming out of the shower soaked (with a hand towel on ofcourse). I asked him 'done already' he said 'no! ofcourse not!' He went downstairs and i saw a huge bald spot on the back of his head!

I woke up at 5:34. (had planned a WBTB after 6h of sleep). I wanted to get out of bed, but quickly thought 'no i should remember my dreams first' so i got back in bed.. Couldn't remember anything at all...
So i got out of bed and watched a few short films of lucipedia.
When i went to the bathroom, i suddenly remembered my dream! I went upstairs, documentated it.
Since i used the steps from lucipedia for this WBTB, i put on my computer and i watched some movies about my goal for my first lucid dream: Flying Neo style! . And ofcourse fly to the moon
After i had watched some i was quite awake. At 6:20 i went back 2 bed and thought a lot about my dreamsign (the bald spot).
When i watched my alarm again, it suddenly was 7:00!!! No idea what happened
I decided to get out at 7:30, i slept in.. but suddenly dreamed about a whole different dream!

Skyradio visited a woman [no idea why] I filmed all this. Suddenly the radio guy said 'it takes to long to answer since it can't go straight to them.'. We couldn't solve this so we just left. The woman said 'No problem, thanks for the locomotive for my husband! [did i give it to her?]

Dream 1-- Last Day of Ninjitsu

So I am in some random location, talking to my friend, who is a disembodied voice. He is telling me that I need to come to crew because we are going to be racing. I have this feeling like I've missed crew for a whole week and that I'm nervous going back because the coach will yell at me. I find myself walking to crew in an underground tunnel filled with rocks. It seems like a huge pipe with an opening a little bit in the distance that has bright rays of sunshine pouring through.

Suddenly, I am walking into the second floor of this building that looks like a dojo or gymnastics center. There are blue mats on the ground and trampolines in the dark background. It's day time, and a woman approaches me and tells me to sit down with the others. I sit down and see Z. Cobb and D. Gillette sitting down, who were on the crew team but not ninjitsu. They are all wearing their black gis and I realize that I don't have one on, but I hope that no one will notice. There isn't any talking, noise, or visuals for a while. Things begin to happen in a blur. There is a large square of wood planks on the ground that seem to indicate the outline of a fighting arena.

Two at a time, guys square off against each other, but they never fight. I suddenly realize I am going last and that I have time to go and get my gi. I build up the courage to leave because I was unsure what course of action I should take, and I finally head out. I see sensei on my way out who asks where am I going, and I don't say anything but go out the door, which has one of those push paddings that unlock the door.

I don't need to use an elevator, when I get on the other side of the door, the next thing I remember is being outside in the bright outdoors. I am on a sidewalk next to a busy street with cars parallel parked in front of me. As I start walking to my car, sensei appears and starts talking to me. He starts to explain how ridiculous it is that I don't have my gi and how I shouldn't have left class 10 minutes before the end of the last class to get it. I start to defend myself by saying I wanted to wear it because its important and he refutes that it doesn't matter whether you wear the gi or not. At this I get really angry, shout "THATS WHAT I WAS SAYING" and walk a little bit away from him and then walk back. I notice that he is just relaxedly leaning against the wall with a half-grin on his face and his arms crossed.

I lean against the wall next to him and calm down and say "I'm sorry, it's just that if the gi doesn't matter..." and he replies that in "10 minutes you will be named the number 1 ninja of the class and you forgot your gi, what does say that about you?" I think about it, and turn PassObs. The dreams ends

This dream seems like the most blatant symbolism from my mind that I've experienced in a while. Obviously, I have projected some of the problems with crew onto ninjitsu and have created a similar situation in my head that is destroying some of my motivation. I am noticing an increasing trend of anger appearing in my dreams, which means that it is no longer being stored up inside and repressed, but that I still have to find a way to express my anger in real life. The most interesting way my dreams work is that the message seems to come across on a particularly succinct verbal level that almost clearly gives away the meaning. When my sensei says I'm going to be #1 ninja of the class, that makes me really happy. That's my goal and my ambition. But there is also the qualifying statement that I am obviously not very dedicated and organized in my life surrounding the practice. Although I have the skills and talent to perform well in ninjitsu itself, I lack the life skills necessary to function appropriately outside of it. Also, if I were truly motivated I would be the most professional possible. I wouldn't need to think twice about having my gi because being#1 would be so important to me that I wouldn't even dream of not having it! I contend that this little bit demonstrates how although being #1 is my ultimate goal I don't want to express it to anyone and even work to self-sabotage because I feel that I am not good enough to achieve it. I mean I achieved it in my dream and in real life even, but my mind is really bashing me saying I don't deserve it because either I'm not trying hard enough in real life for me to consciously agree that I'm dedicated or that I have a secret desire to let someone else have it. Either way, I am opposing myself and that's a huge problem.

Dream 2-- Mall Hentai

So I am in a mall, walking around. I see this white door with a silver handle and I decide to open it. Somehow before I even open the door, I teleport to the other side (my dream robs me of the ability to RC damnit!) and I am in this bedroom. I am looking at a bed, a messy room, and a computer in the left corner of the room. On the bed is a girl sleeping under the covers and a guy who looks like he is also sleeping. I look at the floor, and I see every pair of shoes that I own along with some random clothes strewn about. As I look from shoe to shoe, the one with my attention seems to have a glow of white light surrounding it and the sound of a specific tune plays. Each pair has a different genre of music depending on the type of shoe. I look up at the computer, and suddenly I am totally engrossed looking at the screen.

Even though I am still standing where I am, I have the visual of the computer monitor, and what's on the computer is surprisingly the exact scene that I am looking at! It has the bed, clothes and shoes, and me in the room. I go to the settings and change the settings of the bed. There is one box called level and I type in "6" with the quotes, which makes the bed turn invisible, so the characters of floating. Somehow I had done this in a previous dream without knowing exactly what I did, apparently I used a computer program.

As I come back into my dream body, I see that the girl is still under the covers, while the guy is face down in mid air, humping the air butt naked. They are frozen in space, and I just observe for two seconds before they start to move again and the bed reappears. The guy turns around and jizzes everywhere, and the girl wakes up and goes "aww come on not again." Suddenly, I am horny and a character version of me jumps forward from the left side of my peripheral vision onto the bed. My cartoon self starts having sex with the girl while the girl starts sucking off the guy. I'm just this random unmoving camera that can see this cartoon sex taking place and it's super weird. I wake up (thank god)

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I hate it when I take too long to record dreams. And it just had to be this one.

This was a rather high-level lucid. I was in the back of a semi truck, which was actually lit pretty well, casting light onto the thinner metal walls. There were large, empty cardboard boxes with unidentifiable red and white labels around the inside walls of the truck, but then proceeded to start sliding around as the vehicle started and stopped. I could feel the gravity and shifts as the truck did this, which was almost every few moments.

I didn't know where I was.

In this period of time, I know I became lucid. I also know that I got out of the truck by creating a blast of bluish, electric energy. When I did this, I was able to hear the electrical sound of something shorting out, and a realistic zapping noise. I then walked out and ended up on the field of a university campus. The university building was around forty feet away from me, as an estimate. It was pretty small, with light brick and stone walls, but the area around the building was very big. It consisted mostly of trimmed grass and a running track that went around the perimeter of the campus. I knelt down and smelled the grass (while looking around me at the same time to not lose focus). The grass smelled rather sweet, almost too sweet. I touched it with my hands and it felt damp.

Next, I believe I looked up and the actor Edward Norton appeared behind me. But the strange thing was, I didn't summon him myself. However, I figured I wouldn't let it go to waste because he looked almost perfect and normal. I kissed him, and he kissed me back.

This dream consisted of more stuff, but unfortunately I took too long to record it.

Somehow, I was on the Enterprise (Original Series). They had given me a job working in the library, or a bookstore, or something that wasn't on the Enterprise in the series. Kirk and Spock were roommates (possibly more? They shared sleeping arrangements.), and Spock was avoiding their room. Not only was Kirk watching Lifetime Romances, he was broadcasting the sound all over the ship. Nearly had a mutiny on his hands!

The only place safe was the bookstore, and my quarters behind, so the two of us wound up watching the old Bill Bixby Incredible Hulk series. Spock seemed to approve of the storyline.

WTF?????

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
My reason for the lack of lucids and quality dreams lately is probably exams.

In this dream, I was in my bedroom. My room is fairly square with beige walls, and located in the lower level of my house. Two adjacent walls each have a small rectangular window, probably only two or three feet across and a foot tall, trimmed with white. On the other wall, there is a closet that has been taken out to create more space in the room. The wall inside is painted a lighter, almost minty green. The lighting in the room is dimmed but not uncomfortably dark.

I was in the section where the closet was taken out; in the middle up against the wall, there was my dresser. It was polished wood, and had a tryptic-type mirror with three pieces, the middle one being the largest. I looked in the mirror for a brief second and then at the remnants of a flower, sitting on my dresser. In real life, I own my own white and pink orchid, which hasn't been doing too well as of late. In the dream, there was nothing left of it - literally - the stem and pot were nowhere to be found... Except for some darkly colored, pale and crisp petals that were sitting on the dresser. I picked them up and crunched them in my hand; I then picked up a black garbage bag that suddenly appeared beside me and put the petals in. There was nothing in the bag except for the petals.

The dream ended - my alarm clock woke me up for my Biology exam.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
This dream was much longer, but I rated it so low in vividness because I can't remember most of the parts!

It was night time, and there wasn't much illumination from lights around the neighborhood. I was on the roof of my house. Because it was rather dark, I couldn't discern if the house actually looked like my house in real life, or if the dream had made something up. The roof was made of shingles, but instead of being three-dimensional, the shingles were flat as if they were just drawn on paper. I was crouching down with my elbows on my knees and looking around at the other houses. I looked down at the streets below, and then I looked to the right and saw my yard. It was about ten feet down from the rooftop. I stood up and jumped down from the roof, making no noise as I landed in the tall, overgrown grass. I looked around once more, and saw yellow light coming from a single square window in the wall of my house.

The yard was empty except for a pile of large, irregularly-shaped rocks in the corner. It was also fenced off by boards of neat, dark wooden fencing that were at least seven feet high. It looked, overall, like a normal backyard. Above the fence, in the distance, I could see the moon, which looked very bright. It was also larger than how the moon looks in real life.

In front of the fence, there was a metal stool. I walked over to the stool and stood up on it, peering over the fence. Now, beyond the fence, there weren't as many houses or streets as before. There was only one road extending straight towards the horizon, which was lit by a dim white light. A few houses were scattered here and there. I jumped up onto the top of the fence and fell off the other side, landing in a sort of hoverbike. It was flat on top, but underneath, it was very neatly carved out of metal. A small dot of a green light was flashing, sending a laser of light out towards the darkness. I took hold of the two handles and twisted the right one; without making a noise, the bike began to pick up speed.

No other cars or people appeared as I traveled down the road, but there were telephone poles on the sides every few seconds of travel. Instead of connecting to the one beside it, the wires would connect to the pole across the road. I was traveling at the same height as the high telephone poles, so whenever I'd get within a few seconds of hitting one, my vision would change. I'd now be seeing black, and a flat, white irregular line, like a lightning bolt. I'd have to lower the position of my bike so I wouldn't hit the lightning bolt, because this represented the pole. After all, one knows that if they touch an electrical pole, they'd be electrocuted.

The first two times this happened, I lowered my bike enough. The third time, though, the lightning bolt lowered along with my bike, so I drove right into it. My vision turned black.

But, I wasn't "dead". The dream only skipped a bit, and I was now in a city, in a central area where all the fast food restaurants congregate. The roads looked decrepit, but still useable.

I walked toward a McDonalds, which was clearly open because all the lights were on, and because I could see people eating inside. I can't remember what happened next.

These DJs need a semi-lucid tag.

Zombies, Werewolves, Vampires and UFOs
Recall: 6/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Left Side (Right Brain)

My uncle shows up at two in the morning insisting that I do find him a belt for his car. I try to tell him nothing will be open at this hour, but he insists he needs it right now. The only place I can think of is a garage that is attached to a family run restaurant. There might be someone from the garage still there we could convince to find us a belt. Luckily for my uncle, some old woman says she'll buy us pizza, so we have a reason to go there.

My uncle Rick and I run down the highway, and we begin to pass zombies. Severely decayed zombies at first, with no legs. But the farther we go, the more zombies we encounter. There are also people fleeing in the opposite direction we're going. They zombies are trying to get us, but we're avoiding them so far. Up ahead I see a police car, and I think they'll be able to help us, but as we get closer I see they are zombies pretending to be police. Since we seem to be running right into the heart of the zombie infestation, we turn off the main road and head into the woods.

We come across a little house or cottage, when suddenly we're attacked by werewolves. Werewolves with swords!!! They are leaping all over the place, making it hard to keep track of them all. One of them grabs my uncle, and I run up and punch it in the head, then grab it's sword. The sword is almost axe like, with a thicker heavier part at the end of the blade which really chops well. I sever werewolf limbs and chop off their heads. We defeat the werewolves, and decide to get out of there.

Next we come upon our original destination, the restaurant that is more of a bar at this time of night. We enter the bar, and I don't recall much of what happened inside, but I discover it's a vampire bar and want out of there. I know they're not going to let me leave, but I make my way towards the exit anyways. As I leave, the vampires are offering me all kinds of cakes and deserts, trying to fatten me up. I eat some, then try to get out the door but they block my way. So I fight my way out, and the hordes of vampires don't stand a chance.

I'm feeling very powerful as I fight the vampires, I'm probably semi-lucid, and make it outside where I see all the human's coats piled on the ground. I dig through to find my leather jacket while all the vampires come out to surround me. I'm still feeling insanely powerful, and I rise off the ground and fly way from there about 12 feet off the ground.

I'm impressed my flight is stable this time, and figure I should gain some height and speed so the vampires don't jump up at me. But as I start rising, I see power lines directly above me, giving off the occasional blue spark. It's hard not to fly into them, as they run directly above my flight path.

I fly through a major underground bus terminal, and the vampires attempt to ambush me there one last time, but I evade them and make it out of there. Now I just have to worry about the UFOs...

There are UFOs in the sky, and they're after me too. There is no running from these craft, so I fly straight at them like a bullet and smash into them with my body, knocking them out of the sky


Pure awesome!!!!

So here I am in school. Just an average boring-ass day. So, I'm walking through the large crowds of the school to get to Algebra. I am in the cafeteria, and I am nearing the hallway that Mr. Eckart's room is in. I then see two girls I know named Sydney and Kim(Yes, they are real people in waking life). Suddenly, the two of them start making out!!! What the f**k? Okay, I gotta admit, it's pretty hot seeing two chick make out. But that was totally uncalled for. Oh well...oops. Looks like they're in deep s**t now. Two teachers saw them. The teachers come over.
"What was that?!" one asks. That was my question too.
"It was a lesbian kiss." Sydney replies nervously. It would be funny to stick around, but I was gonna be late to class. So, I continue down the hall. Here I was, room 116. I enter the room. It was different in here. Odd, because the rest of the school was in perfect order. First off, different rearrangement of desks. Secondly, Mr. Eckart's desk was where his projector table is usually at. Third thing, his projector table was gone. Fourth thing, we had no lights. Six thing, we had windows, and I can never recall his room having windows. Finally, thing number seven, I had different classmates. Most of which I know, but some were just made up DCs.

Well, I guess this was a HUGE dream sign. I do believe hearing the mentioning of Green Day(DS). So, time to do a well deserved MILD RC. I plug my nose, and I'm still able to breathe through it. I do that a few times because it seems too real to be a dream. Then, I look at my hands. On my left hand, I see that my ring finger and my pinky finger are attached to each other, making one big finger. Yes! Now lucidity was my b***h!!! Okay, so I had my task in mind. I didn't have time to go get Vegeta. He had two of the Dragon Balls. He said they were mine to keep though in my last LD. So, I figured while he had a safe hold on them, I could go find some more. I only had to find Five more. So, before I can even sit down for class, I speak out.
"Class is dismissed...forever!!!" Then the setting changes to my friend's house. What the hell? I summon a molotov cocktail. I throw it into a hallway and the house catches fire. Everyone starts screaming and leaving the house through the garage.

Instead of a yard or driveway, we find ourselves in a forest. Uh...okay. Everything was in its normal place, but it was all in a forest now. Man, this was one f**ked up setting dream. Anyway, I explained to everyone that we needed to find the Dragon Balls. So, I stood there, and they all went out in the forest to find some. I waited about five minutes. Soon, two people arrived with two Dragon Balls. Sweet! I had four of seven Dragon Balls now!

Suddenly, the girl I know. She explained something terrifying had found them, and chased them back here. I said we needed to return to the burning house and save it, then we could hide there. So, I take the Dragon Balls, and we sprint back. The house changed again. It was now my old house. We came down to the back patio. We stop. I ask what they saw. The girl says it was Grim. The Grim Reaper? No wait, she had the same face as Vegeta. Did Vegeta see Grim in my last LD? That's what had him in his place? Damn. Then, the girl pointed behind me. Grim's reflection was in the window.


I demand that everyone break the window. They do as told with pleasure. They throw rocks through the window. Then, he's in the screen door's windows. We quickly begin to smash his reflection away. Where the hell was Grim? Was he in my yard? Was he literally in the window? Did he show his face in person, and not in a window back in the forest? These were all questions that needed some f**king good answers. So, we enter the house now. We are at the kitchen door, and I tell everyone to stay back for a minute and act natural. I walk into the kitchen, only to find my mom packing away things. I knew I started the fire, but she didn't.
"Mom, what happened?" I ask. She waits a moment.
"The house caught fire," she says ", and the damage is so bad, we have to move." Like I care. Good thing I didn't tell I didn't care. I came back to get my classmates, but then I awoke.

My recall has increased within the past week. Last night i remember a dream where i was first chasing Homer Simpson in a cartoonish dream and i was a cop. The chase had lasted about 10 minutes. Finally, when i stopped homer, i asked him if he had any drugs on him. He said nothing, none at all. I was working with a fellow cop from the precinct. I told him to search the car. My partner revealed a huge garbage bag of marijuana. About 100 pounds . So then i asked homer what he was going to do with it, my dream scene changed. Me,Homer,and my partner were sitting in a room smoking it up. Bongs everywhere. I guess i didn't become lucid because i usually smoke weed, so it didn't seem strange to me.

Good morning, everybody. I think these dreams are both influenced by other dreams I've read on this site.

Dream #1

I was in a department store. The light was somewhat grey and dim. I walked to my right, into an area with a lot of dresses for little girls.

I walked past one long rack of dresses. The dresses were all shimmery. Most of them had one single color, like purple or pink. Some may even have had pointy, brimless "princess" hats (which now remind me more of the I Dream of Genie headdress).

All these dresses were supposed to be long on little girls. I assumed they'd hardly even fit onto my body. But for some reason I was still thinking of trying these things on.

I walked between two long racks of dresses. Some of these dresses seemed to have black velvet tops and gold skirts.

As I walked along, two or three tall, young, black men came walking from the other direction. The men were all dressed in shiny, satiny outfits that looked like jester outfits. The front guy may have been wearing sunglasses.

I scooted out of the way a little bit. When I did so, so did the guys. I excused myself and said sorry. The front guy said, "No problem, no problem."

I now found myself out in a wider area of the store. I was trying to figure out whether I wanted to go back to the dresses or go somewhere else.

Dream #2

I was possibly somewhere like a room in a library. I was probably with a group of peers, which was probably led by an older, tall, balding "teacher" figure with grey hair, glasses, jeans, and a denim shirt.

At some point I realized I wasn't wearing any pants or underwear. I was just wearing a big button-up shirt. I knew I needed to get fully dressed.

I walked out into a large stairwell like a big, open stairwell at a museum. I knew I was on the third floor and I needed to get down to the first floor. There were people on the stairs and on the floors between the stairs, walking in and out from exhibits. I had told myself I would run down the back stairwell. But I now realized I was going down the main stairway.

I thought for a moment I could keep going. I thought the shirt was long enough that nobody would see I was wearing no underwear. But then I saw that people had noticed I was wearing no pants and underwear. I was embarrassed. I hurried at the next landing to a doorway to the back stairwell.

I ran past a couple people and into the smaller stairwell, which was more like a fire escape stairwell. I was all alone. I started speeding down the stairs, almost flying down them, taking a lot of steps at once.

I went too fast and found that I had gone too far down. I was in an area full of white-painted pipes. The area was huge and well lit, and the pipes were all so neatly arranged, like bookshelves in a library.

I felt way out of place down here (although my state of undress didn't seem to bother me anymore). I knew I needed to get up to the correct floor. I imagined workers finding me and trying to do something bad to me.

I now imagined (???) a tall, black man in a beige denim jacket and black sunglasses standing before me at the bottom of the staircase. My view panned through the aisles of white pipes which also seemed to be decorated with white Christmas lights.

I imagined myself asking the imaginary man a weird question, like which way was the way out. I imagined the man first telling me something weird, like telling me how to get to the position in the basement where the exit would actually be on the first floor. I even imagined a huge painting, like a huge equestrian painting that might be seen in the lobby of an art museum.

I then imagined, as my view panned through an area of white pipes lit almost entirely by tons and tons of white Christmas lights, that the man asked me something, like he was asking me on a date (???). I imagined that just around the corner from this area there was something like a themed food court, all done up in a confectionery style, like old merry-go-rounds.

I thought that if this guy wanted to go have all this fun at "the festival," I'd have to get money from an ATM. I could hear Mexican music, like Mariachi music, playing somewhere.

I found myself in a place like the parking lot of a shopping plaza from when I was a kid. The shopping plaza had a number of large stores, like a big clothing store, a big grocery store, and a big bookstore. It was night, and the light was deep blue, with all the lights in the shopping plaza turned off. But I still saw the lights, felt the warmth, and heard the music of the festival somewhere.

I walked around trying to figure out where the festival was. I felt like I had woken from a dream. I may have been trying to convince myself that the music and light had only been in my dream, and that I was now just having trace memories of that stuff.

But, I told myself, I'm still dreaming! There's no way I could be just walking around here right now. This is a dream, too.

Realizing this was a dream, I felt a lot more clarity. The sky may have even gotten a bit lighter.

I decided to turn around and look for the festival. But as soon as I turned around, everything went black, like I had closed my eyes. I tried to "open my eyes" and see again. But I couldn't. I walked around. I felt and heard myself walking. I even continued hearing the music. I even had some idea of where I was in the parking lot. But I couldn't see anything.

Dream #3

I was in "my office," which was larger than my office, much more like an office floor for a larger company.

I got up from a cubicle when I heard that a couple of women were getting ready to interview a man for a position. I felt like they were interviewing a replacement for my position.

I walked a little ways, then looked through what seems to have been the underside of a large semi-truck's trailer, to the elevator bank at the front of the office floor.

I could see the interviewee in my mind's eye. He was a little kid, maybe 10 or 11 years old, dressed in a nice suit. One of the women interviewing him was a stout, Hispanic woman with short, black hair.

I heard from somebody nearby that my boss was getting fired, and that the person was interviewing to become my boss' replacement. That was a relief for me, considering I had been thinking all this time that I was going to get fired. I only hoped that management would decide to keep me after firing my boss.

I may have thought about the complications for this actually being possible. Maybe the man already had somebody like me on his team. So maybe he'd just bring that other person over from whatever company he was coming from. I also thought that it might not be worth it to work for this guy, anyway. Maybe he would just turn out to be a jerk.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

14/12/10 I was in a series of dreams involving a lot of family at some sort of party. However the main plot of the storyline was me first of all ignoring a beautiful young woman's approach. This woman turned out to be my neighbour and some woman told me off for leaving her hanging there, considering the fact that I had been playing up to something more. I ended up walking to her door, my heart pounding and at the time I did not know if I would have the courage to knock. I hoped she would come out of the door before I had to and I got lucky. I mumbled something about how nervous I felt and she invited me in.

Throughout the dreams we end up dating and although we make out a lot and she continue to agree to my my sexual approaches we never get to actually do it. And although I never stop to think about the fact that I am dreaming, in the dreams I remember being really frustrated about the fact that I awake before we get to do anything. Her kiss felt amazing and I even remember running my finger under the edge of her underwear, feeling faint hairs growing back after a shave.

Reflection: Although the dreams themselves remain unfulfilled it seemed like I was learning a lesson. A lesson on how to combat a stupid amount of shyness I feel when approaching women. Lets see how it pans out.

So what i remember starting off in was some type of jungle. To get through this jungle, i had to climb walls of vines. And throughout this jungle, were "save points", these save points looked like trees made out of white twizzlers. Ok so i go around this jungle, going to save spots so i can "save".Well next thing i know i ended up getting my classes as if it were the first day of school. I had 6 classes. I went to my first class which was in room "A6?" but i went into the wrong room, the right one was next door. Well i don't remember what happened after. But next fragment was when i was in the car with my mom driving a girl home. (i used to like this girl.) When we dropped her off, my mom called her "daniel" but her name was Samantha. My first 3 classes were at my highschool, and my other 3 classes were at some other highschool in my city. (which i've only been to once, never attended there.) In one of my classes, i sat near the middle, alittle bit more towards the back. I remember that Samantha wanted to sit next to her bf, who was sitting infront of me, but she couldn't because someone took that seat. So the girl in that seat got tired of them talking to eachother from across the room, and switched seats with her. After my first 3 classes i walk to the other highschool with 2 of my friends. I don't really remember what we talked about, But there was one friend i ran into, He just said something like, "hey what's up? haven't seen you for a while. well nice seeing you". after that i had to go somewhere into the school, idk for what though, But sitting at a bench was an old friend. I didn't feel like talking to him, so i went the opposite way so i can just get picked up from school. There was a line of cars picking up people leaving from school. My moms car wasn't there but my friends was, he said if i wanted a ride. Then my mom comes up with an old looking mercedes and my other friend says, Hey lets just go in your moms car, she was her old car back. [I don't really remember between that part and going to my house, i'm pretty sure i skipped a big chunk.] Well when i get to my house, there is this REALLY small dog, probably the size of a cat. Looked kinda strange to me. Well a while passed by, and i don't remember what happened during that time also. But next thing i remember is the house being all messy with tentacles coming out of the ceiling. In the middle of the room was this Weird looking baby. To describe it, It looked like a Really small newborn inside some type of Pod. (kinda like green beans) And it was all gooey, and had red eyes pooping out. And the tentacles above the ceiling were moving around. My mom went up to it, and said "what is that? i'm going to try and kill it" So she gets a broom and starts to beat it. A tentacles from the ceiling moves towards her eye and Goes inside it. The tentacle goes into her eyesocket for a good 5 seconds. The tentacle Comes out of her left eye, and my mom runs outside into the backyard while covering her eye. I move back outside to the front yard, not knowing what to do. My sisters boyfriend shows up and says that we have to shoot it. So he pulls out his gun and an extra gun for me. (he's a police officer) We both aim, but don't take a shot, thinking that if we shoot it, it might get dangerous. My mom comes back, but her eyeball wasn't missing, nor was there a hole. It was just skin, as if it healed, Just a layer of skin over her eye. Well after that my sister boyfriend vanished and my dad showed up. He said what happened to my moms eye, and i explained to him. He wanted to kill it, so he said what if we run it over under the truck? I didn't like that idea. Then the alien baby flipped itself, and on the other side of the pod, was a small dog. I guess the dog was a disguise for what it really is. Under the dogs belly were two arms hanging. And that is all i remember from my dream.

Has simply trying to do something about my subconscious visitors done the trick? Also, Inception mind-screwed me quite nicely. Loving it.

The first thing I remember was the second level of the dream. I was dreamscaping, doing a favor for the landlord of an apartment building that was a strange hybrid of the house where I grew up and the apartment building where I live now. I never manage to dream about any building where I actually live, if I do I know it's an OBE. Hasn't happened for some time, though.

I can't remember what the second level was, but it dealt with my old dollhouse (Haha, Christopher Nolan!) and I was wrapping metallic gold thread around something, like a small spool or something but it felt like a craft of some kind. I think the small something was soft.

I was lucid on a certain level, that the second level was a dream. A phone call woke me to the first level, which was not lucid. I vaguely remember returning to the second level, because I remember playing out some of the cliches of Inception (How did I get here???). But the phone turned out to be my Dad calling to say "Hello." We chatted about what was going on, I told him about the favor, and I mentioned that I smelled an odd kind of smoke. Dad became Overprotective Dad, getting all skittish that something was wrong. I told him that it was probably just the heater (apparently, this smell was normal?) and that any tenant could fix it so the handyman neighbor would probably be down soon to deal with it.

I got off the phone and wandered downstairs to find the landlord (who was somehow Willem Dafoe...) talking with the handyman neighbor who doesn't exist IRL. I mentioned quietly that the favor was done, and the neighbor said that something was very wrong with the heater. Dafoe made a crack that he wasn't getting much of his investment back on THIS building and left without doing anything. I made a comment about him being a slumlord, and woke up.

This time I was so confused at the first level being a dream that IRL I started checking for oddities. Pinch hurts, and I'm in my own apartment, though I always think that I'm in my own home so I COULD be wrong. And Hubby's here, more evidence that I'm awake. I even broke my first rule of surreality by looking into a mirror and a dark window. Freddy Kreuger's not there. I still haven't looked too closely at the TV, though. No nerve.

Or You Could do it the Easy Way...

Okay, here's my biggest secret. You really don't need any techniques at all to have a lot of DILDs! (I bet some people who read all that stuff are gonna be mad now. Haha. Sorry you guys.)

Even if you're not a natural, you can teach yourself to think like one. If you can do that, you'll have LDs all the time without really trying.

The thing that works best is simply awareness. And I really mean awareness.

Most people go through their days thinking about where they need to be going next, and what they need to be doing, and wondering where they should be eating. They spend very little time being truly aware of their surroundings.

This is where that meditation stuff really helps, by the way! Meditation teaches the kind of awareness I'm talking about.

The easy way to LD is a state of constant awareness. Make your day one big long reality check. Only instead of a specific RC, begin to question everything around you at once. Quiet your mind, and simply be aware of your state of consciousness. Be aware of the FEELING of LIVING and being AWAKE. It's a much different feeling than being asleep or even astral projecting.

I believe that many natural LDers do this unconsciously. They just "know" when they are dreaming because they know it feels different. This also may explain why naturals have a hard time explaining exactly how they get lucid. They don't really GET lucid...they ARE lucid every moment of the day and night.

Also, during the day, remember that reality, too, is subjective. In a way we human beings are always dreaming, because our minds are always interpreting what our senses are gathering, trying to make sense of what's around us. Is reality objective, or is reality simply the interpretation we get in the end? Human beings are truly unable to examine the objective world completely.

By the way, if you already have problems distinguishing reality from a dream, or have schizophrenia, or any other serious mental conditions I DO NOT advise you do this, because if your mind is unstable the last thing you should be doing is questioning reality or considering reality a dream.

The best way to learn about awareness is to pick up a book on meditation, Buddhism, or Taoism. Meditation is a tool that can teach you what true mindfulness feels like. The real trick to getting lucid is to keep that feeling of awareness going on all the time, even if it's not always completely conscious.


Awareness Addendum:

The key to constant awareness comes from the fundamental idea that all reality is another facet of a dream. Time is illusionary. Today will soon fade and cease to exist. Everything you know in this world can be changed in an instant, at any time, for any reason. This is just the same way your dreams are. This is what Dream Yoga teaches. All things are illusionary, all things change, and all things fade. This is the reality of existence.

-Everyone has some ideas as to what they want to do in their lucid dreams. So think of a lucid dream that you want to have tonight.


Got an idea? Now that you've thought of a good dream, try visualizing it. It helps to use real memories....for example, imagine that you're tasting the chocolate, and at the same time remember how chocolate tasted the last time you had some. Decide what the buildings look like, who will be there, what you will do, and make it all as detailed as possible. Basically, daydream.

-Remember that every moment today passes, becoming nothing but memory, as a dream. All things are illusionary, and all things in constant flux.

Keep in mind that right now, this reality, is only another form of dream. Keep this in mind as often and as long as possible. So when you do reality checks (hopefully frequently, since RCing a lot during the day can help ease you into a constant state of awareness), try to think about some of these things.