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Yeah, weird as hell being dreaming, but not asleep, or even paralyzed. In fact, I recognised I had slipped into dreaming, but when I did an RC, I did it in real life, waking me up! @_@ Odd.

Shortly after, I had what many would call an 'Out of body experience' and flew around my living room a bit. Having a rather nice throw back as "A small of two pieces" played as well. Lost consciousness after... Sinking into my carpet.

I was at a big green field, just running in it. It felt so great. So fresh. I felt my muscles working beneath me. I wasn't even getting tired a bit. "This is great, why don't I do this all the time?" I thought (if only running was that easy -.-).

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I was with my mom somewhere, and we had to get home. We waited for a bus. As we got on the bus we took a transfer. It had blue on it. I think we got on the wrong bus or something; I remember watching closely where the bus was taking us.

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I was in my house playing my guitar. LI and I think CH and some others were there. They were playing their cellos and violins and whatnot with me. We were supposed to be playing together or something. We were in my living room. We decided to move to the bed room to start playing. LI wanted to touch my guitar or something, but I didn't want her to and I was getting annoyed.

Scamming
Non-Lucid
I am on a beach in a small bay. Its fairly hot, and extremely sunny. Families with children are scattered about and teens are playing frisbee to my left. To my right is the ocean. Across the bay, there is another beach with more families, and at the top of the beach, there is a small building with large windows, though I can't see into them. Beside the building there is a parking lot with really nice cars.
Jump
A DC child approaches me, and I ask him what's in that building on the other side of the bay. He tells me the 'Scammers' are on the other side, and that I should go and check it out. I'm wary of these 'Scammers' but go to check it out anyway. I walk down the beach and into the water. There are several families swimming around, I avoid bumping into the playing children, and climb up onto the sand on the other side of they bay. I approach the building and go inside. There are double doors, exactly like one of the side entrances to my old highschool (Another reason to be cautious about this place ) I pass a front desk, which the attendant is either missing or is not paying attention because I am not stopped. I walk down the main hallway and see a large room full of well dressed college age kids listening to someone give some kind of lecture. I slide in the back of the room and sit down to listen for a bit. There are diagrams of robot vacuum cleaners drawn up on a chalkboard, beside the diagrams are paragraphs of information, stats, and features of the individual models. Some kid asks a question about the sensing unit on the vacuum they're talking about, and it had something to do with crystals. [Things get hazy here] There is something later about a pool cleaner robot that looks like a red dragon on wheels with a clear belly where debris is stored and bristles on it's mouth for cleaning corners. I get up and leave the class and begin walking around the halls. There is something going on about a stolen memory chip. I see the person who stole it running down the hall, and around the corner. Following closely behind is 2-3 security guards yelling for him to stop. Somehow he is killed or knocked unconscious, and I am alone in a supply closet or possibly an elevator with his body. I check his pockets and find the memory chip as well as a Walther P.99. I pocket the pistol, but keep the chip in my hand. I wander around looking for the exit, and find a restricted area. Of course I enter the restricted area. I walk down the now narrow corridors watching for security cameras, still holding the stolen chip in my hand, with the pistol now in the other. I come up to a secretary desk, and standing around it is older versions of the college humor staff (LOL) Pat, Amir, Sarah, and Jake are all talking, and greet me when I approach. I notice that Jake has long white hair, and is sitting in a wheelchair. I hear a woman shouting. They're looking for me and the chip again. A DC (A girl I used to work with, Brittany) runs up to me and tells me that I have to hand over the chip. I raise my pistol and put it to the chip. I've got a hostage now. The data on the chip is apparently worth quite a bit to them, so I figure this is a good way to get out. I start walking backwards towards the exit with the chip still held hostage, all the while Brittany is trying to get me to hand it over, walk away, etc. We get outside and stand in the parking lot. Brittany points to a car and offers to do something with it, (Maybe supe it up so I can escape with my life or something like that) if I just hand the chip over. She points to a car that sort of looks like mine, I figure she thinks it is mine, but I tell her that's not even my car. She thinks I'm trying to trick her, but it's really not my car. (It was pretty crappy) I wake up.

I was next to a boxing ring, caught up in the wires at the side, and I decided to remind myself of the levels of lucidity.
I chanted to myself,
"1- Subconscious awareness of dream." I flipped my position to sleep, "2..." It continued like this with me leaning either way with each repetition until I got to 10,
"10- The dreamer is fully conscious of their dream state and can alter her vision, causing sight abnormalities."
I saw a flashing, shiny arrow and a square to the left hand of my vision, but thought nothing of it.
After that, I leaned to the right side in the ropes and said to myself, "I KNOW that if I go to sleep IN THIS POSITION, I will become lucid."

I woke up and cursed myself...again
2nd time I've missed something so obvious.

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

[I apologize in advance for how much of the page this entry takes up. It was my longest lucid dream to date, though, and I wanted to make the best record of it I could.]

I'm at my old high school, outside the entrance to my mom's old classroom. The open-air entrance on one side of the classroom and the semi-enclosed atrium on the other side are reversed from the sides they're on in real life. I'm listening to an old woman [Betty J.? Aunt Edie? I'm not sure] talk about life. I also remember reading some text about how in the old days, we just lived together with love and respect for one another as a matter of course, without any need for external forces like social programs to manipulate or engineer good feelings between people. [Yep. That sounds like my mind, all right.]

I'm playing PackRat. [Again. I am so sick of dreaming about PackRat, and I know perfectly well that the only way to stop dreaming about it is to stop playing it. That'll happen at the end of this year, I hope.] I discover that the reason an old collection cannot be completed is that they created all the cards, with artwork and everything, but never actually made them available to players.

I'm looking through a rack of envelopes of photo prints, organized by the subject of the photos.

I'm reading a novel on a shiny, black electronic reader. The last page of one chapter has a small illustration of a rolling, bouncing boulder on it [this illustration is from a particular PackRat card]. The electronic reader has small, rectangular “previous page” and “next page” buttons in the lower right corner. It also has readouts in the lower left corner of the screen that show remaining battery life and how many inches from your eyes the screen is. It says that a distance of at least 9 inches is recommended. I see my reflection in its surface and am surprised to discover that I'm wearing glasses. [I don't wear them in real life, but I might have to, someday.]

I go to say good night to my dad. He shows me that he's discovered a way to screw this cylindrical part onto his guitar so that it still has its protective plastic cover.

WBTB at 3:58 A.M. I stayed up for 10-15 minutes, taking notes on the dreams I recalled so far. Then I listened to the second half of my binaural beats file and continued doing affirmations, this time including remembering to stabilize my dream as one of them. I then spent about 45 minutes being kept awake by my coughing and sneezing, but eventually, I managed to get back to sleep. I think I even experienced sleep paralysis for the first time ever; I remember a moment when it felt like my body was vibrating or shaking really fast.

When I find myself in House #1, I immediately know I'm dreaming. [Since I was lucid from the very beginning and can remember a little bit of the sleep paralysis, I think I may have just performed a successful WILD, even though I didn't originally intend to.] This time, I succeed in remembering to stop and take in the scene before doing anything else, in order to stabilize the dream. Once again, I gaze around in awe of the fact that my mind can create such a detailed and realistic environment. Everything looks real, even though I know it's not. I walk around the house a bit, and when I get to the sinks in the bathroom and kitchen, I look at the faucets and quietly expect them to turn on, and they do, without my touching them. [I think that's pretty cool.]

I go out into the study, which looks pretty much just as it did in reality, except that the space inside it is entirely filled with spiderwebs. I turn back and go back into the house, with spiderwebs sticking all over me. When I come back in, I accidentally let a spider into the house, too. It has a big, nearly spherical body with stripes in two different shades of gray. I squash it while it's walking along the wall in the master bedroom. Then I discover another, even bigger, red spider/crab thing on the carpet, and squash that one, too, saying something about how sorry I am for making a stain on the carpet. [The carpet I squashed the spider into was light brown and semi-shaggy. House #1 never had carpet like that; that's the kind of carpet we have in House #3. I didn't notice this until after I woke up, at which point I found it highly amusing that the details of the carpet had been off in one of my dreams and I hadn't noticed. ]

My mom is there in the house. [I don't really remember the specifics of this part, but] I lie down on the bed in the master bedroom and get under the covers so that my parents won't see that I'm quivering and shaking in the throes of SP. [I don't even know.]

I decide I want to leave the house and go explore other parts of this dream world, but I feel obliged to take leave of my parents first and tell them where I'm going, but I want to keep it a secret from them that I'm dreaming. I say to myself, “If I told them I was going to school, would they believe me? Given the setting, they might.” As I say this, what I have in mind is that I'm going to pretend to be setting out on foot for my junior high school. [Funny; that was the only school I ever took the school bus to. I did walk from my house to the bus stop, though.]

I walk through the side yard toward the front gate. I find my parents in the corner of the yard, where the wall with said gate in it meets the wall of the neighbors' house, doing some kind of yard work. I say, “I'm going to school. Bye, Mom!”

“Bye, (Emiko)!” says my mom, and it sounds exactly the same as it always does when my real mom says it. [Obviously, an unaltered memory.] “Have a good day!”

“You, too!” I say, or something like it. I walk out through the front gate and down toward the street. The neighborhood seems more spacious and spread-out than it is in reality. Now that no one is looking, I begin flying, taking off from the middle of the street and traveling parallel to it and upward from it at an angle, like an airplane taking off.

As I fly higher into the air, the dream and my dream consciousness start to fade away. Now, having read the DEILD tutorial, I had some idea of what to do. I lay absolutely still in my bed and concentrated intently on the dream I had just been having, willing myself to start dreaming again. It worked. [First successful DEILD, too! I was really on a roll last night!]

I end up in a group of interconnected, upstairs rooms in a building somewhere. I seem to have flown there. The rooms are white, and there are chairs, upholstered stools, and bookshelves in them. From reading a plaque on a wall near a doorway, I learn that these rooms are reading rooms dedicated to a strange alternate take on Christianity, centered around an alternate set of gospels written by different people. [I didn't recognize it as any sect that exists in real life.] One of the rooms has an analog clock on the wall. It doesn't have numbers, just a circle and two hands, all made of the same rough, gray metal. Even though I already know I'm dreaming, I deliberately look at the clock, glance away, and then look at it again to see if the hands have jumped. The first time I try this, they seem to be in pretty much the same position they were in, so I try again. The second time, they've jumped to a totally different position. I am pleased with myself; again, I was expecting that to happen, so it did.

I leave these rooms and start walking down a flight of stairs. The dream starts to fade again, but again, I manage to stay in it through sheer willpower.

The stairs end in a wide hallway. There is a set of double doors to the right, leading into a room. Judging by the decorations and items outside these doors and inside the room, it looks like there's a wedding going on. Am I the bride? I wonder, but when I enter the large, rectangular room and see the retail-style displays of clothing and stuff, I think, Oh, good. Just a fair, then. I see a real-life friend [I forget who] to my right, who says to me, “Cute dress, (Emiko)!”

“Thank you!” I answer, even though I think this is an odd thing to say, because all I'm wearing is a damp, clammy black blanket wrapped around me. It feels like it's made of swimsuit material. I continue further into the room, turning to my left and walking that way. I look down and to the left, between two racks of clothing, and see another real-life friend, Eleanor B. She's wearing a royal-blue bridesmaid dress [the one she was wearing the last time I saw her in real life, which was at the wedding of some mutual friends]. I call her name twice to get her attention. She looks up, sees me, and stands up to talk to me. I come over and talk to her. When I take a closer look at the clothes hanging on the rack we're standing next to, I say something like, “And are these the new Christmas sweatshirts from Target? Cute! I want!” The sweatshirts are white and have patterns on them of snowflakes made up of narrow lines, either in shades of pink or shades of teal. They also have hems and seams in those colors. I take one pink one and one teal one off the rack and carry them with me. They feel soft.

I leave that room and find myself outside. In the distance, I can see big mountains with snow on top of them. I continue exploring and somehow [I don't remember the exact route I took] make it into an old Japanese temple (or residence, or something). It has a very old, very traditional room with tatami mats on the floor. I pry off each of my sneakers in turn, using the toe of the other foot (suddenly, I'm wearing sneakers, I think). [Yes, I actually thought that while in the dream. Now that I think of it, I think I was suddenly wearing regular clothes, too.] Leaving my sneakers (the exact same ones I have in real life, I note) out in the passageways, I enter the room with the tatami mats and walk around in it. I can feel the mats and my socks under my feet. I say aloud to myself, “Wait – we're allowed to walk around in here? Oh – of course we are; that's what I was expecting.” Yet again, something is so because I expected it to be so. [In all my real-life experience visiting historical tourist sites in Japan, we were never allowed to actually enter the rooms with the tatami; we were only allowed to look into them from the outside. I always wanted to walk around inside them, though, so now, in a dream, I got my wish. Cool.]

Outside of this room are some passageways that are all painted a dusty shade of teal, and have wooden signs hanging in them. I walk around in here for a few minutes. One of the signs says “Telephone,” and indeed, there is a pay telephone on the wall in a wooden box. It looks like an old tourist facility.

One of the doorways within these passageways leads into a spacious, modern restaurant that I recognize as the one inside the onsen [hot spring] that I visited while I was living in Japan. There are a few people sitting at tables here and there. I walk through the restaurant, looking for one of my real-life friends [I don't remember which one now]. I don't find her there, so I decide to head for the restaurant's exit and go somewhere else.

The way to the exit is through a long passageway with a wall on the right side and an upholstered bench on the left side where guests can sit and wait for tables, which separates the passageway from the rest of the restaurant. There are two people sitting on the bench. As I approach the door, I think, What shall I do next? Task of the Month – cell phone – oh, yeah! For a split second I think of getting out my cell phone to text somebody, but then I remember the new Task of the Month for November. I turn to one of the two DCs sitting on the bench, the one sitting nearest the door, who happens to be a black, pregnant woman. “Hey, can I tell you what I'm thankful for?” I say to her.

“Okay.” She straightens, sitting forward on the edge of the bench, listening to me.

“I'm thankful for my family, and [something else I can't remember now], and my computer, and for being able to come here!” I say. [Meaning, to the dream world.] Unfortunately, the dream starts to fade again just as I'm finishing my sentence.

FA in which, instead of being me, I'm Cobb. Mal is there when I wake up, the real one. [They're characters from Inception.] We talk about something, probably the dream I just had. [I don't remember now exactly what it was we talked about, but dude. That was a really weird FA.]

FA in which I count my fingers while they're spread out against the legs of my jeans. When I find I have a sixth finger on my left hand, my reaction is, “Oh, damn. Gosh-darn it!” Apparently, I really want to actually be awake. But I'm still feeling sleepy, so I lie down, sprawling over the sides of the white, wooden bench I'm sitting on.

When I woke up for real, I just lay there for several minutes because my body still felt heavy. I recalled my dream and was pretty impressed.

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Side notes:

That was the longest lucid dream I've ever had. I'm also very impressed and pleased with the number of times I succeeded in controlling what happened just by expecting something to happen. I really got the hang of that skill last night. Finally, I'm amazed that I managed to stay lucid for that long, and to force myself to keep dreaming so many times when the dream threatened to end. Wow!

For the last two nights have had excellent dreams, but havn't recorded them as time has been an issue in the mornings. Anyways, have been taking melatonin past two nights which explains it. Going to try wilding tonight with 100mg of b6.

Barely remembered a thing from last night except...

My coworker didn't like me because I looked like a celebrity. I can't remember the celebrity, but I remember looking at a picture of the celebrity and thinking, "Ohhh, I look like her! That's why she doesn't like me!" I think the celebrity was wearing some kind of sexy leather outfit in the picture and posing provocatively. It was like a pic for a Maxim magazine shoot or something.

I know that this is a result of a coworker who, in real life, I believe doesn't like me. I've had suggestions from other coworkers that she may feel threatened by me personally, so I'm sure that's where this dream stemmed from.

Walking around in some mansion, saw appealing and indulgent person. Later I had to climb through a whole bunch of things before coming upon her again, when she indicated another of her roommates would oblige.

2 nights ago, we were in speed boat fleeing with remains of "bad guy" we had to take care of, after he broke into our house. We wer running from the bad guy yacht in some kind of harbor. I noted shortly before the breaking that the neighbor ha been fixing their screen door (something I need to do after the wind storm) and I felt relieved that it was gettingtKen care of

i was with my dad and we were going on a shark exploring expedition. First we were swiming in the water towards this circular looking ball that the shark seminar was being held in. When i finally climbed in the ball seminar thing was very deep and there were many other people in their. There was stuff wrritten on the board, and everyone had a different reason for bein there. The first reason for some one was because of lazyness. He said he didnt have time for this nd he tried to run out the door but it slamed closed. Everyone had marbles in them nd tried to squeeze em out then gather them up i cudnt do so
In another dream i was on some sort of very strict death camp place that had no time for nonsense. The frog was executed and everyone else was led onto a bus with baseball bags to go prepare the field to play. The coach like me sense i said wats up to him earlier and he took it easy on me. I ended up loosing the race which took place in a car but i didnt care. I sat in the back seat with a girl and talked about our days. It was greatttt

I don't know what brought me to this prison, but I was drawn there. Like there was something wrong with it and I had to fix it. I was wandering through the prison, having a hard time concentrating. Some people seemed to be glowing, while other people were looking fine. And then the prison itself would change, morphing into some kind of rusty, blood-smeared, hellish place.

The prison itself was ruled by mean guards who were on power trips. They did violent and horrible things to the prisoners before my very eyes. Cells were overcrowded, sometimes packing more than forty cots into one of the largest rooms.

I was passing by the cell belonging to a boy and a girl when I noticed they. . . weren't glowing like some of the other people in the prison. So I asked them what they had done to get in there. Both of them responded, "nothing. The damn police just locked us up. We haven't done anything." Before I could continue anything, I found a guard approaching me. I had been digging too deeply into the prison's methods, and they probably wanted to kick me out. I dashed out into the next room, where I watched the door slam shut by itself and lock me into a cell.

The world flickered back and forth between the horrific one I'd seen and the normal prison.

Except this time there was a man standing in front of me, holding a sword. He spoke, but without actually using words.

I was scared, but not fearing, of this man. I couldn't see his face, it was wrapped by scarves and his body was covered by a thick jacket. When he spoke, his voice seemed to be both in my mind and echoing in the air around me - like he didn't really have a voice to speak with at all.

He told me he had been waiting for someone like me for a long time. Somebody he could use to punish the sin occuring in this awful prison. He was standing in front of me, then, and handing me a sword I had not known he had been holding.

He disappeared then, and power punched through me. I adopted his earlier style of dress, with the scarves covering all of my face except for a slit for my eyes and mouth, and the heavy jacket making my movements a little slow.

I was scared of such sudden change. And even more scared when the prison morphed back and I found myself holding a sword in a room full of guards. I ran - or tried to.

The man who'd given me all of these things told me that I couldn't run away. I had to help him stop the sin. I frantically told him I wanted no part in it, I wasn't going to kill people just to stop more crimes from happening. Two wrongs didn't make a right. He was quiet, then, and he asked just as quielty, "So you refuse, then?"

"Yes!"

Everything whirled away, and I found myself disoriented on top of a set of stairs.

His voice was eveywhere.

"I cannot wield a weapon that would attack the hand that holds it. You are in my realm now, and here, I will fix you."

I had no other choice. I began to descend the stairs.

While reading Robert Wagonner's Lucid Dreaming: Gateway to the Inner Self, he touched on the concept of a dream review committee. This reminded me of an LD I had a few months ago during a nap:

Weirdest dream I've had in a while. The dream was basically a series of scenes, all of which had me lucid dreaming. I can't remember every scene, but one had me getting into a van next to a car that two guys were robbing, driving off, and them chasing me. Since I was in full control, I started creating things to throw at that, starting small with bricks all the way up to gallon barrels of gas.

The only scene I remember REALLY well was walking into a magic shop. When I am lucid dreaming, I tend to play along with the dream, then go mega deity on it, but the store clerk knew it. He started talking straight to me saying, "I am the one thing you can't change." I created a sword, stabbed him, and it went through. Then, I turned and this stuffed bird started talking saying it would teach me a lot about real lucid dreaming. I spoke to it, and kept saying I would be more powerful than anyone. Realizing I was losing control, I reigned the dream back, only to have the store clerk fight that and manipulate my manipulations. Finally, he tossed me out of the scene into a series of scary scenes with him somewhere in them (think G-Man walking around). He looked a lot like David Blaine, but I think it was because it was a magic store, and I imagine all Magic Store clerks looking like that--douchey.

I woke up, terrified. As when I sleep on my back at my parent's house, I get this sense that someone or something is in the room. I ignore it because I didn't want to move out of sheer terror. Eventually, the feeling passed, but I was scared to go back to sleep for a while.

Weird, weird dream.

So, here, I was assessed of my dreaming abilities, didn't accept it, and was punished. I didn't take into consideration that this was an assessment of what I can do lucidly. Going to investigate this.

Random SP

Dream Spartiate had some came over with some backyard type golf game. He was owning me.

Dream about rejoining the army. SGT R was there, and she wanted to re enlist as infantry. She was talking to one of the female recruiters and said "well how did you end up combat arms". And I pointed out that she was most likely an engineer, and I was right. She then asked me was I still interested in joining. I told them, as long as I got to keep my old job I would do it.

well, it seems like my recall and lucidness has increased tremendously virtually overnight

I am laying in my bed, I decided to do a reality check. I plugged my nose and tried to breath, I could! It surprised me, so I sat up and tried it again. I could still breath! I literally jumped across the room, but I remembered to ground myself. I grabbed the nearest things to me and felt them, wood, metal, etc. the room brightened without me noticing. I stood up, and thought about what I wanted to do. I walked down to the kitchen, thinking about how to open a portal. I couldn't think of a good way to do so that I felt would work, so I figured the moon wasn't an option.

I tried to summon a gun, didn't work. I held my hands how you would hold a rifle, didn't work, I closed my eyes and tried to visualize a gun, while holding my hands how I would hold a gun... didn't work. ok then, I'll try another approach. I walked out of my house visualizing a lancer from gears of war around the corner, with the chainsaw bayonet, still nothing, I decided to try something else, I walked back into my house.

when I was back in my house, I shouted, "HEY DREAMGUIDE!" ... nothing. I tried two more times. the third try, I instinctively looked at the door, there was someone approaching. I went down the stairs to the door and opened it. there was a man there, his hair was a gross mix of brown and blond hair shooting out of his head at random, and his face was ugly. since I was just shouting for my dream guide, I assumed (incorrectly I found when I woke up) that he was my dream guide, so I let him in. he said, "sorry for not coming sooner" as he walked in, and something about a gay lover... I just tried not to judge him. I walked away for a few seconds and tried to run through everything that happened so far... not much apparently.

I awoke.

1st Dream: I was at work and we were laying out trusses. The layout on one side of the building was wrong and I had to fix it. It took a long time but when I was done, the other workers were fixing the rest of the trusses because they were wrong too. My boss was embarrassed and got mad, and we tore down the roof because he couldn't deal with changing it, he'd rather start from scratch again.

2nd Dream: While laying out trusses, I turned into a werewolf and ran across the tops of the walls, watching as my hands grew into menacing claws.