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Uneventful lucid
Clarity: 8/10
Sleep: Nap
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm coming out of a mall barefoot, trying to find the book store where I left me shoes. The rocks underneath my feet are annoying and uncomfortable, when I'm dreaming!

I begin to run, but barefoot on the pavement is still annoying. I consider my options. Go back to where I left my shoes? No, that would take too long. Summon some shoes? That could take too many tries. Ignoring the sensation of being barefoot would work, but flying would be better!

I levitate half a foot off the ground and take off flying, but not very fast. Then I kind of lose it and arc back down to the ground. I notice some large construction equipment around my, and figure I should be able to lift those no problem. I grab a backhoe and lift it with ease. It feels like it has no weight at all. Then I smash it against another backhoe and they both crunch satisfyingly.

I climb on top of another backhoe type thing, thinking the added height will help my fly. Once at the top I wonder where I should go. I remember Joanne was at the house I just left, and I haven't had lucid sex in awhile. I look over the landscape from my vantage point, trying to retrace my journey, but it doesn't make sense. I won't be able to retrace my route in a linear fashion, I'll have to create it as I go.

I jump off the elevated bucket of the backhoe and attempt to fly, but I just glide to the ground again.

My dream recall lately has been quite pathetic...but I'm sure I know why.

This whole dream remembering thing is just not as easy for me.

What I've noticed is as I wake up there is a part of me that is learning to hold on to my dream a little longer so I can recall it but I'm recalling a poor quality one.

I was in some strange house with a bunch of people including this guy I dated last year. I think I remember us having to move boxes around from room to room.

I also recall having a wand in my hand very similar to the wand in the new Harry Potter.

The guy I dated was a jerk at some point and made me pay some money for a bite of his food even though we were all living in this house.

I feel like a remember another dream but nothing is coming to me so for now this is all the boringness I have.

I feel really bad for anyone who skims through this because its not exciting. Just using it for practice so I can start lucid dreaming.
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The first part I remember is being at a largish house where my dad was making breakfast for everyone there. Some friends and extended family were there and the food turned out to be sugar toast that actually tasted like french toast. I remember it being delicious but becoming really thirsty afterward. I sat on the couch in the living room after that with some water (I woke up later really wanting some water, my mouth and throat were all dry). There was a large hyperactive dog running around being really annoying and I don't think it smelled that good. Dream fades at this point.

Another part of the dream took place in a large, post modern city at night. Lots of slums. I remember taking a bus ride in with some annoying bum talking to me from the seat behind me. I disembarked at a parking structure. There was a group of DC's waiting for me. We started up the parking structure to get to the top. I actually remember getting a little excited and jumping onto the ledge near the top (nearly falling off the building). I came back down and the DC's produced a bag of dinner rolls. I grabbed one and started eating it but noticed that the moon was flashing bright colors and each flash came from a different direction. Then it disappeared in shadow completely. I notified the DC's of this and they began to freak out. Then the moon flashed a color again and exploded. The shock wave hit earth fast and destroyed everything, killing me instantly. I remember switching viewpoints to a 'respawn' view which was actually at the core of Earth. I think I hit a button with the title 'respawn' and ended up in a rotating camera around some woman giving birth. The birth date happened to be really close to mine as well, just slightly earlier. (The respawn system apparently not constrained by time). I woke up shortly after this.

Ive tagged this as memorable mostly because apocalyptic end of the world dreams tend to be extremely vivid for me and I remember them for a long time (even when I don't write them down).

Nothing lucid last night (I was lucid the night before, but just explored and didn't do much), but there was a pretty sweet fireworks show. It was one of those amalgams of a dozen different times and places and people who weren't exactly who they are in RL and probably wouldn't be in the same room together, but pretty much I was hanging out with family, and at one point we were outside and a fireworks show started one town over. Someone in our crew had some decent ones, too, and answered with a few bursts and bottle rockets. I remember one was kind of a dud and went into the lake/creek/whatever near us, and kept going off under the water. It was green and lit up the water in a cool way.

I also dreamed that I followed an old lady from my hometown down into a subway line hidden under one of the larger small towns around where I grew up. It was made of really old-looking, crumbling limestone. At the lowest level it was pitch black and there were--wait for it--vampire ghosts. I tried to get the old lady out of there, but I was basically manhandling her up the stairs, and she wasn't getting anywhere, so she decided to kick me down the stairs and run :/

Well i just remember a few parts from this dream. I remember Standing in a long line of people from my school. I don't remember why we were standing in a long line though. After a while of standing, everyone just went their own way. I went with this girl that was next to me. We went to her car. On the right of her car was another car with out tires and broken glass. We were driving around, and i remember us talking about looking for a costume. We were driving from what seemed to be some type of swap meet. Then we ended up being on our own skateboards going through the swapmeet. On this sharp turn, the girl i was with fell down some stairs pretty bad. I got off my skateboard, and ran down to see if she was ok. She got up, rubbed the back of her head, and walked back up. I don't remember much what happened after, I think i was inside a big white room. What i do remember is being in some backyard. There were these shadows, that took people. I needed to either go through the backyard or get something i don't really remember, but the shadows were preventing me from doing whatever i had to do. I don't remember much about this part, but me and some other guy found out that the shadows didn't like light. So me and him grabbed a flash light. We were going to fight them. We went further in the "backyard" and a shadow came up, I shined a light torwards it, and it turned a different direction, It wasn't a shadow, they were black dogs. I grabbed an electric guitar with one hand and swung it at a dog that was blinded by the light. I chased another dog down, but it squeezed in through this tiny hole in the gate. (even though it was a huge dog). After that i remember trying to escape the back yard, i tried going in the way i came from, But i don't really remember, but Homer Simpsons dad, (Gramps) was wearing a police uniform looking for me. Telling me to come out from where i was hiding. I simply went to the other side of the fence and jumped over, and ran through this quiet neighborhood. That's all i remember. (I just remembered this part from the beginning of the dream, i was walking with about 2 more friends, and several feet in front of us was the girl i loved [in real life i don't know her but i have this sort of "soul mate" feeling towards her] My friends started talking about her, about the way she looked, and the things they'll do to her. That got me really mad. I didn't say anything in the dream though.) i just thought that could be important to remember.

Good morning, everybody. My dream recall from last night is pretty fragmented, especially for the first dream.

Dream #1

In the context of something else I can no longer remember, I was looking at a website which offered some kind of songwriting (?) service. The user would either be charged by word written or by number of whole songs (?) written, depending on how many songs had been written and how long the songs were.

Dream #2

I was coming home at night. I was across the street from "my apartment building." I looked up to the windows of "my apartment" and saw that my lights were on. This, I knew, meant that someone was in my place, as if someone had broken into my place and was just hanging around in there while I was away.

I was now in "my apartment." I was going from room to room, trying to find whether the person was still there. I had a lot of rooms.

In one of the rooms, possibly the bathroom, I pulled back the curtains to the window. I saw that the window was wide open. I knew that the person who had come in here had gotten in through this window.

I went through the rooms, trying to find evidence that someone had been in my place. Was anything missing or misplaced? Was anything in disarray? But I don't think I found anything wrong. I may eventually have found some mess under or on top of a bed in a dim bedroom.

I eventually had one of my friends come over to investigate as well. I don't recognize my friend, and I'm not sure I ever saw him directly in the dream. He was an older, tall, white man with carefully arranged, grey, wavy hair. He wore a very nice suit.

At some point the man and I had left the apartment. I probably had to go on with my normal daily life despite the threat of this house invader.

But the man had an idea. If I stayed close to the apartment but I made it look like I had left the apartment building with no intention of coming back, perhaps the intruder would come back.

So now the old man and I were milling around in the deli near my building. I was probably looking at some bags of chips.

At some point, it may have become evident that the intruder was back in my place. The old man and I may have headed back to the place.

Dream #3

I was watching some old clip of a role Sarah Silverman had had as a child. Apparently she was in some kind of show about high school kids But she looked as young as an elementary school kid. She was also wearing a costume that looked like a plush easter bunny costume, except that it was Elmo-red.

Silverman stood on some huge stage, like for the Lawrence Welk show. The stage and the background were a seamless pink. Silverman stood with a young male friend beside a minivan, which was being displayed, as if for a game show. The front of the minivan was pointed toward the back of the stage.

Silverman was doing some act where she was supposed to be giving a huge, smart monologue about all the great characteristics of this prize minivan. But, as part of the act, she kept screwing up her lines until, out of frustration, she (still part of the act) threw the boy into the minivan and then slammed the sliding door shut.

Silverman then got into the front seat of the van. The shot was from the inside of the van now. It felt like the van was also oriented in the opposite direction.

Silverman was still giving some kind of monologue as she pouted and slouched in the seat, her knees up against the steering wheel. The monologue was supposed to be funny.

But the audience (of whom I hadn't been aware previously) was booing Silverman. Apparently they had been really offended by the way she had thrown the young man in the car, even though it had only been meant to be the comedic climax to her act.

Well.
I woke up after about 4 hours of sleep, and remembered only what felt like 2 minutes in the dream. (Maybe the start of REM?)

The dream starts when I drive from a little side road onto the main road in my little town.
At first, I see a girl I that used to be a class mate 3 years ago, who crosses the road as I turn in the other direction.
A few seconds later, I see a blue police car idleing on another side road, and starts to pursue me.
I panic a bit, as I know I have been smoking weed (Dont remember it tho (But about 80% of the time I meet one Real Life, I have been smoking|I Know Its Not Clever|) ). -
The P car switched on the sirene and the 'blue light', and started to speak to me over the speaker, just as I'm about to enter a "Round circle in the middle, and 4 roads forming a cross (Dont now the term, tho)".
They said they noted me for too fast speed, and I quietly puts on my seat belt while I hope they dont see it.
They told me that I'm a clever guy, and I'll choose to do the right thing.
I fail at turning right in the 4-way cross, and have to reverse and almost hit another car. The police men told me to be carefull, and I point my fingers at me eyes, and at the car, as I have seen it already, and knew what I did.
In the other car I almost hit, was on old man with grey hair and a long beard. (They think its a woman, Lol).
I pull in to the side of the road (Next to a discount supermarket), and the next thing I remember is being at home, ready to go to sleep, while I can hear my sister in the room next door (She moved out a couple of months ago, tho).

The next dream I remember after going back to sleep is me and a friend driving Again!! with a caravan attached.
We drive a down a little road, and its stops at a house with a Very angry man, who tells me to get the hell away.
We stop about 2 minutes later, and enter the caravan. Inside, it's the size of a big house, and has everything you would ever have to use. (All I remember)

Eu estava em um carro, junto com meu irmão, quando passamos pela igreja que fica do lado da minha escola de música. Vi que todos estavam lá, se preparando para uma apresentação. Entrei pelos fundos e fiquei em um lugar que tinha cortina (e a plateia não me via). Tinha um órgão ali e Edmar iria tocá-lo, enquanto os outros se apresentavam dentro da igreja. O órgão não apresentava nenhum retorno, o que dificultava um pouco. De repente, Konan entrou no local e Edmar deixou ele tocar o órgão. Ele estava tocando razoavelmente até um momento que errou, eu tentei ir ali e corrigir, mas acabei errando em outra parte, e agradeci pelas cortinas estarem fechadas. Edmar voltou e comentou algo como um "rodízio" no órgão, retomando o instrumento.
Depois, vi que todos estavam ali dentro, inclusive Drielle e seu irmão. Fiquei emocionado e a abracei e beijei. Ela pediu para o ser irmão pegar um saco cheio de cereal para ela, e ela começou a comer.

I only remember being at some inner city in the 70s. It was like the end of a blaxpoitation movie. We were trying to take back the streets for the community and push the drug dealers out. There was this one building that they normally occupied that we claimed stake in when they weren't around and we waited for them to show up.

As soon as they were in sight, there was a huge shoot out. I took cover behind some old barrels and tried to shoot everything that was moving, but apparently I was missing. Eventually it turned to close combat with a few of the gangsters, but I was posted up from a far. Towards the end of the dream I started wondering about actually reloading my 9, cause I know I fired off a ton of rounds.

I am in a museum or a zoo, that holds lots of weird animals. I am together with someone. We fight some of these animals and gain power-ups and shit. It gets harder and harder

#2

I am on a quest with some people from my school and some new DCs. We have been many places, constantly wandering and fighting. We were generally breezing through, and collected various artifacts and power-ups. Towards the end, we are wandering around some snowy plains. I think everything goes too slowly, so I move on a head, and find a shortcut through the spiral-shaped area by simply jumping down to the lower leve. I start meeting resistance, winther warriors. They are all very eak: old or injured. I fight tem and take them out, just wanting to clear he area so I get peace, but a new one keeps bumping into me just before the place is clear. I end up just running around, causing a havoc, because this is so easy. I find this bird/ostricht like anial thing and jump ontop of it and hold on while
It runs around. I can now see to the higher levels of the plain and wave and yell to the rest of my party, who haven’t been in nearly as big a wreck yet. One of them sees it and tells the others. In the end, we start retreating because this was apparently the wrong way to go. I take te bird with me, carrying it. While we are leaving, one of the winther-people come up. The entire party turns around when she does, led by the leader. I go up to her “you want this back?” “Yes” “Sorry, I don’t know why I thought I ad the right to..” “yeah”. The reason I thought I had the right to… was that once again it all felt like a video game. But I give her the bird and she throws this thing so it lands in my hand, even though I didn’t hold my hand up. It was a little square object, looking like a fruit or a candy. It was pink and had certain holds and patterns in it. The other people told me what its name was, something incromprhensible, and said that it was th e biggest and ugliest type of such they had ever seen.

#3

I am at home, doing homework with a girl from class I generally don’t have much to do with. It takes us ages to finish one assignment. I get frustrated, but don’t know if it is her fault. She takes a bath later on. I am only wearing pyjamas. I go around looking out of the windows. My flat is completely dark in the dream for some reason.

12/08/2010
"Blackmail: Return to Sender"

Some goons had kidnapped my daughter. They were using her as leverage, to blackmail me into coming along with them, and helping them commit an armed robbery. With no other choice, I went along with it. I don't remember very much of the whole situation, at first, but it involved being something of a point-man in the heist, within a massive house. The squad of thugs were charged with keeping the people in the house at bay, while I was supposed to be the one who actually went in to steal whatever was in the safe. It wasn't long before the occupants of the house began fighting back, though, and soon there was an insane firefight going on. I wasn't fortunate enough to be given a gun so, once I had what I came for, I had to haul ass through the house, ducking and dodging as guns were blazing around me. For the most part, the folks in the house were completely outgunned, and there were innocent people dying all around me. The inhabitants figured me to be one of the bad guys, so I ended up having to grab a pistol off of a dead man and shoot my way out, rounding the stairwell and rushing down, level after level - covering my own ass with frantic shots until I made it to the ground floor.

I rushed outside of the house, gunfire still crackling in all directions. As I was running, a van hurriedly pulled up beside me, and the door opened. Still at a sprint, I jumped inside the van and we sped off. I had completed my mission and got the goons whatever it was they were searching for (though I don't remember what it was. The whole thing felt much like Cobb's attempted escape at the beginning of Inception). All I could feel, was that the victory was a bit dubious. I wanted my daughter back, but I felt horrible about all of the people that had to die for me to complete my objective. To make things worse, I was greeted with the old bait-and-switch, for my services. The goons refused to give my daughter back. They said that they would need me for another job or so, before they would consider returning her to me. Needless to say, I was furious. I was not about to be made into a lap dog for these bastards. I knew I had to do something about this.

Half-heartedly, I agreed to the mission. It was supposed to be another armed robbery, much like the last one. I was told that the head guy was going to be there, himself, so I had a 'plan' on how I was going to end all of this. It was half-baked, but it was the best I had. Somehow, I had the luxury of having Todd be my transportation to this heist. We were in a car that I don't believe was his Jeep, and he was driving. We had to circle the neighborhood a few times, and wait until the goons had already secured the house, which seemed like a cross between an old house of mine, in Houston, and my Grandmother's house, in Daytona Beach. Also inexplicably, I knew that there was a rack of weaponry waiting for me, down the street from the target home. My "employers" didn't know about this, and it was my intention to get close enough to the leader of the group to take him at gunpoint, and bargain his life for that of Cierra.

Making one of our rounds, we stopped over at this rack of weapons (which was, amusingly, set up right beside a house - all out in the open) and stocked up. Todd already had a handgun and ammunition in his car, just in case, but I needed to get my own. Going up to the rack, though, I saw that the only gun it had was a model of a real piece. I didn't even think it was functional, but for some reason, I packed it anyway. There were no bullets on this rack of weapons, but Todd's bullets were able to fit in my 'model' gun, and that made me a little more confident that it would fire. After loading it, I didn't dare test it, though, because we were in a neighborhood, and couldn't draw too much attention to ourselves before getting the job done. I also grabbed a samurai sword from off the rack, and slung the sheath over my shoulder. We went back to circling the block. On what I thought was our last pass, we saw the goons storm into the house. I knew that I was going to be on, in just a few moments. Todd was beginning to lose his nerve about having any part in this, though. I told him that he was going to have to stop and wait for me, but he didn't want to stop. We just kept driving around the block while I argued with him about how I had to go through with this. Another pass. Now, there were people streaming out of the house, some of them dragging their bullet ridden bodies under their own power, clinging desperately to their lives. I knew that there was going to be no other chance. Again, I told Todd that he had to stop, so I could get this done before the cops came. And, again, he doubted the situation just long enough to role passed the house again. Sure enough, on our next trip around, there were cop cars in the driveway. I knew that, If I were to go in now, I would have bought myself a 1-way ticket to prison. It was too late to complete the job as ordered, anymore...I had failed.

Then I got a phone call. The leader of the goon squad said that he wasn't even present, during the heist. He had been testing me, and I let him down by not completing my task. He told me to report back to him, because we had some things to 'discuss,' and it was the most ominous thing I had heard in ages. He still didn't know that I was armed, though (if you could call it that). We drove down the block, still in my grandma's hood, and I got out. I didn't plan on making much small talk...at all. I was going in there determined to get my daughter back, by any means necessary. Clutching the gun and sword, and making my way up to the door - practically on fire with anticipation - I suddenly realized that I was dreaming. I was absolutely ecstatic. Lol. All fear instantly disappeared. This entire scenario had just done a complete 180, and now, even though I was fully aware that this was not reality, I damn sure wasn't leaving the scene without settling the score.

I burst into the run-down old house, immediately stepping in and waving the gun around. There was one guy on a couch to my right, another standing in a hallway to my left, and the leader was directly across the room from me. He sat in a chair, smuggly, with a gun in one hand, and my daughter in his lap. She sat rather stoically, looking at me with a calmness in her face as if she was just waiting patiently for this to be over with. I glared at the leader, beginning to walk toward him (before this time, I had never actually seen him, and he reminded me a lot of Victor Sweet, the dementedly egotistical bad guy from Four Brothers). The guy on the couch suddenly threw out his arm and aimed his gun at me. I aimed back at him and tried to pull the trigger. Nothing. I squeezed it harder. Still nothing. Even though I was lucid, the gun was still acting like a damn model. I just couldn't squeeze the trigger. Even when I clutched it with two hands and both index fingers, it wouldn't budge. I thought that it should be easy, since I was lucid, but no matter what I did, this gun just would not shoot. Frustrated, I began taunting the guy on the couch. I dared him to shoot me, telling him that he could take all the shots he wanted, but it wasn't going to stop me from killing every single one of them, beginning with him. I began to slowly walk in his direction.

He fired. Anticipating the attempt, I swung my hand up in front of me, imagining the bullet hitting my palm and snatching it out of the air. He fired again. My other hand raised, slapping the bullet off to one side while I continued on toward him. His shots came in quicker as I advanced, and I simply stopped paying attention to the bullets, stalking toward the increasingly terrified man. His bullets pelted lightly off of my chest like grains of rice against cowhide. And out of the corner of my eye, I could see that the leader was getting uneasy, too. He tried getting my attention stalling me with some talk about how he "knows me" from somewhere, but I completely ignored him. I would get to him...in time. But for now, I was relishing in the moment.

By this point, I was standing right over the man on the couch. He had stopped shooting, and his eyes were wide with fear. He was shaking. Again, I tried to squeeze off a few rounds into his stomach, from point blank range, but the gun I held was completely useless, and I just didn't have enough control of the dream to overpower it. I finally threw it to the ground, having had enough, and reached around behind me to pull the samurai sword out of the sheath over my shoulder. The last thing I remember, before waking up, was the look on the goon's face when he realized that he was about to be carved into tiny little pieces.

I had two dreams last night.

Non-Lucid Maybe Lucid?

I was going to a new school with alot of my old friends. We were all in this huge out-door patio and there were some teachers talking. I kept getting in trouble because I couldn't shut up. So I ended up going to the bathroom. There was this handicaped dude who made me whipe his butt and there was crap everywhere. On the walls and ceiling and it was crazy. My mom came and picked me up and I told her about it.

I don't remember alot but I think that I may have became lucid at this point. The reason I think this is because right before I went to sleep, I told my self that whenever I become lucid, I'd do a gun fight or something like that.

The first thing I remember is looking up a street where I was being chased by the polic and FBI. I had a gun and was accompanied a very beautiful brunnet. I was shooting up all these cops that were chasing me while I was running down the road of a small city. I came to a feild and turned around. I tried to shoot up these kids who had guns and were on bycicles riding around in the field. I couldn't kill them so I assumed they were friendly. A black car then swerved into the field with a butt load of cops in it. I was within 5 feet of it unloading my pistol into the glass when I noticed that my dad and step mom were in the front. My dad was suddenley right in from of me with his hand at his pistol holster. It ended up that my dad could out-draw me. I awoke.

I don't even know to call this a dream. This is my first dream journal, or addition of anything to this site, so I'll try to make it a good one.
I went to bed at 8:30, and woke up around 10 because a friend called. I wasn't able to talk to her, save for the words: "It's huge." I was floating in a giant, black expanse, and in front of me was a giant, twisting, red pillar. In the dream I immediately realized that this was God, and that it was the collection of every possible thing in every possible universe. I then felt myself as a part of it, not in my physical body but twisting around as a part of it. I back out of it, back into my bed, not into sleep. I would say that this was an accidental WILD except for the fact that I was able to hear my friends voice and respond to it during the "dream".

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

It was the middle of the day. The sky was cloudless, and there wasn't a sun. I was at an outdoor fair. It was one of those events where there are little tents with people selling pizza and other food, shows, and amusement park rides. The whole area was shaped like a square, and the perimeter was bordered with five foot-high blue plastic tarp material. I hadn't walked around the whole place, but I just knew this because it was part of the dream plot.

I walked, by myself, into a sort of shopping area. At that moment, I realized I was only wearing a blue tank top and undergarments, and that I had no shorts on. Apparently I really wanted to wear shorts in particular, and not pants, so I said out loud, "I'll go buy some". I rolled my eyes and pulled my shirt down a bit, trying to cover myself up better. No one noticed anyways.

I walked past some tables, a few of them were covered by those square tents with the long poles. I eventually came across a longer table with a yellow tablecloth. There was a small horizontal shelf made of thick metal wires, and inside there were at least four small black tubs. There wasn't anyone supervising the table, but I didn't pay attention. I looked inside the tubs and found Game Boy Color games; picking up a yellow one, I realized it was a roleplaying game that I really wanted, although I didn't know the name from what occurred in the dream.

"I'll buy this instead."

By now, I'd totally forgotten about my clothing problem.