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Clarity: 6/10
Lucidity: 1/10
Control: 1/10

Woke at 6:40AM.

For some reason, I am in prison with two friends (A&B). There are books everywhere and I intend on doing a lot of reading, however we need to get ready for an event that night. Everyone is in the bathroom showering and getting ready. It is a co-ed bathroom/shower, so you must leave your clothes one while showering, which is what everyone was doing. To be honest, this is the way I prefer it because the place is filthy.

It is a Sunday. The event was canceled on Friday and moved to Sunday, yet we still don't know what it is. On the way there, we see a lot of Garfield books laying around, which friend A goes nuts over. When we finally get there, it turns out that the jail is taking all of the inmates to see a women's MMA championship. The incumbent champion is wearing purple leopard-print spandex.

...something happens, and I am outside with a bunch of other male inmates. We are doing military training exercises and team-building exercises. Despite the fact that the sergeant never demanded it, one of the inmates decides we all need to go on an impromptu run. During this run, two of us break away from the pack (we'll call him C) because there is a girl-fight, and during this fight one of the girls loses her pet kitten. C picks up her kitten and throws it to me like a football, with a string attached. He then proceeds to beg me not to turn it into any more than 50 kittens, because we are only allowed to keep 50 kittens per person in prison.

In an attempt to turn the kitten into 150 kittens, I throw it at the girl who owns it, and unfortunately miss. C still has the other end of the string in his hand, so he pulls the kitten to him.

At this point I woke up, and was very confused...

I've found my mind responds well to autosuggestion - in the case of lucid dreaming and wanting to dream of certain things.

Before sleep last night, I autosuggested to myself I wanted to dream of Julian Casablancas (damn fangirlism!) cause I've never dreamt of him before and it'd be cool.

And, well, whatdyaknow!?
My dream: I was with Julian Casablancas after he finished a show or something. We were in a suburb like place, with a long street, and green trees and bright green grass. My mums partner took a photo of him and I together. Then my mum came along and took some more. She told us to sit down for a photo on the ground, but I said 'geez this ain't some photoshoot!' and she stopped. I was worried about Jules feeling intolerant towards me or something.. This dream reminds me about the first time I dreamt of Animal Collective; I spotted them in a mall while I was cd shopping and I just took a dozen pictures of me and Avey. This is like how my dream self introduces itself to a new cleb character in my dreams I spose..

Another fragment/short sequence this morning.

I was with my family again and we'd just arrived at a restaurant for dinner. As we got out of our vehicle we notice we'd parked next to a really cool looking pickup truck that was painted all in gold. There was a post in the bed of the pickup on which was mounted a video camera, so I figured whomever owned it was using it to shoot movies. As we walked around it, the coolness was ruined slightly by the realization that it was only painted on that one side. We went into the restaurant; there was a line of people going up to the cash register at the front where we were to order, evidently. It seemed to be some sort of continental restaurant that specialized in seafood, but I couldn't decide what I wanted to get. There was some sort of bound ghost towards the front of the line that was trying to get my attention; it appeared as a woman with long, bright blond hair and pale skin, wearing a white robe. She was blindfolded and bound by several brown leather straps. I went over to try to figure out what she was trying to tell me, but I couldn't understand or make out what she was trying to say. I noticed there was a computer in the corner then I noticed some people whom I identified as friends outside the restaurant, so I went to see what they were up to. I talked to them for a while and then we went into the restaurant. I remember recalling that the layout of the entrance had changed some (and now I recall my family was no longer there, it seems as though I had gone to the restaurant with these friends now). We were still in line trying to decide what to get when someone told me that someone was sending me instant messages on the computer in the corner. I sat down to see what was going on, some girl (a nurse maybe?) was frantically complaining about how my mom had left the hospital (she's worked there for years in real life) and was sending other weird-looking messages. I was confused and trying to figure out why she was so upset. Dream ends around there at some point.

Again, parts of this dream were likely heavily inspired by last night, when my wife and I discovered there was a Golden Corral here and went to check it out. For the record, it was alright (not top tier) and had a pretty decent selection. Might be worth a return trip in the future. Wasn't a fan of the ambient country music though.

Edit: Additional notes, it feels as though I'm in a bit of a dry spell, though I'll admit it could be worse; I am still able to get at least some material for entries still. This certain relative timing of this morning's entry (i.e. Morning of X) comes from the fact that my wife's earlier alarm this morning woke me up earlier than usual without any dreams to record, though fortunately I was able to get a little bit more sleep and experience the above. I believe in my enthusiasm earlier this week following last weekend's first lucid dream I may have been trying to run before I could walk, so I'm returning my effort to push forward to instead focus on solidifying the basics. Meanwhile, I've been at least trying to ramp up efforts to pepper in reality checks throughout the day. We'll try to remain optimistic.

Lucidity-0
Vividness-7

It starts with me meeting up with the zombie leader outside of a castle filled with humans. The castle looks somewhat like disney worlds, just more gray and decaying. The zombie leader tells me we are outnumbered thousands to one. I don't really care and return back to the castle. Dream fast forward. Me and 4 others; 3 kids; 2 were boys, and one was a little girl; and my friend are killing the zombies out on the drawbridge to the castle. There is no moat, but there is a drawbridge. I'm using a mini uzi, and have a ammo indicator from Left4Dead. Me and my friend are fighting them off and the children are following us. I Conserve ammo because reloading is a hassle while running. We keep fighting them until we come to a road. The road has very thick brush on both sides. A perfect area to line them up and shoot em down.

Me and my friend start running while the kids stay at the entrance. They didn't attack them(probably as they didn't see them as a threat). So we are running down the road shooting behind us and my clip is empty. I have another, i put it in, and try and cock it. But the cocking mechanism is very hard to push in. I keep trying but it doesn't work. So i sprint further and try it again. I push as hard as i can and then i finally hear a little "ping" and a smile comes to my face.

I turn around and unload on them. there was probably 30 of them left when i started. Closest being 10 feet away. He got 15 rounds in the chest before i put 5 threw his head. All the zombies fell pretty easily. Unfortunately the kids were at the end of the road. We ran down there and i knew what had happened before i was there. Two of the kids were shot. The little girl was already dead, and the boy was bleeding. The other boy was perfectly fine(i think the one that was fine was supposed to be the son of my friend). We pick up the kids that are alive and have to leave the little girl. We run to the end of the road with the heavy brush on both sides. A car parks at the other end. I know we are safe. We get near the car and the dream ends.

I personally loved that dream. There were slight horror moments in it, but it was mainly a shooter. Plus i got to kill zombies in second person. But yea, no melatonin used, thats all me baby.

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27.08.2010

This Church is Flammable. Your Argument Is Invalid. (Non-lucid)

★☆☆☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Mzzkc

My wife attempted to convince me, in front of a church, why I should go to Mass by reading off a pamphlet she just picked up which offered counter-points to "The Top 10 Reasons to Not Go to Church"; a counter argument to "wasting an hour of my life each week, performing bizarre cannibalistic rituals, in order to gain the affections of a bearded man in the sky" was not listed in the booklet.

So, last night, I had a lucid dream, my second since joining this site. It was somewhat similar to the first one, in that after (or possibly before) a failed WILD attempt. This of course meant that my mind was more than usual on dreaming, and so at some point in one dream I became lucid. After a couple of minutes, lucidity faded, and I don't remember any more of the dream. As for the part when I was actually dreaming... well, that's kind of personal. Sorry. I'll relate a recent non-lucid dream I had, to make up for it.

The dream begins, and I am playing some sort of role-playing game in the house of someone I don't know. The scene shifts to be 'inside' the game, with me being my character. We are all in a big house on the side of a river, near some think woods/jungle. Everyone has their own small room, and I awaken in mine. I know that there's some danger (though the dream is not a nightmare) so I quickly get up and run out of the house, swim across the river, and enter the jungle. For what seems like hours, I wander through the woods, until I'm sure I've escaped. I then come upon a city, in which I hide for a while. A little later, I become curious and head back through the jungle, more sure of my path this time. I can still see the danger from across the river, so I run back away and don't return.

holy shit. that was crazy. i cannot believe it worked. i was lucid at the begining, and only semi lucid in the middle, non-lucid at the end. recall isn't great

i woke up maybe around 1230 or so but didn't look at the clock. i decided to try wild and just layed down and thought "I am going to remember I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming, im dreamng im dreaming" and day dreaming. It got foggy a few times but i was able to stay awake and then i started to hear one of the dogs in the kitchen but tried not to focus on it. it made me scared for some reason but i held on. then i started to tingle all over. it lasted maybe 15-30 seconds and i remembered this is part of it and got excited...i couldn't control my breathing and was starting to think i was snapping out of it. i didn't know it was a good sign, but my eyes started to move all over...it scared me and i woke up....i think it may have been a false awakening though.

jeremy rolled over after a few minutes and i aske dif he was awake. he was so i told him how close i was. he patted me and rolled over. i got the laptop out and read about WILD.

I decided to try again. this time focusing on lying still and counting 1 im dreaming 2 im dreamking...etc. i got frustrated a few times when jeremy would roll over and touch me or the dogs would get loud(they make more noise at night than i thought) and eventually got up to go to the bathroom. i was frightened then for some reason but tried to ignore that.

I finally settled in and faded out a few times. finally, i could feel myself falling out of bed. i wanted to catch myself, but knew this could be it. i could hear jeremy trying to wake me up, telling me i was falling! i don't catch myself but i end up straight in bed 2 or 3 times and start the falling over(false awakenings?) finally, i fall so much that i know i MUST be on the floor. i feel around and i am in bed. i figure i must be dreaming but feel really silly. its too real, nothing is wrong. but then i look at my hand and it's funny...i don't remember what's wrong with them now though.

i know i am alseep, and try not to laugh too much. i turn to jeremy and say holy shit, this is so funny. he wont wake up...he mummbles and bats my hands away. I still don't quite believe it and am having trouble functioning. eventually i go to the bathroom and look at my hands again...there are 6 fingers, then 4, then 2 sets of 2 fingers on my right hand are stuck together at the base and flare out at the top...i KNOW i am dreaming. I decide to try to get to Marc. i put my hand to the mirror and push. sure enough, i go through. i end up in darkness, but i know i am in the bedroom, on top of a table with a black table cloth covering it. i count my moves forward so i can get out of the darkness if i need to. i go around the table/blackness finding nothing...so i go back. i exit in the bedroom. there is an old volkswagon van and marc is there. i don't think he says much to me. his hair is long and he is sitting in the van as if he is at a drive through watching something in front of him.

i remember worrying about waking jeremy up. i try to call out with him from my own body and even try waking up...i am scared for a minute.

i think i have a false awakening too...jeremy is shaking me telling me to wake up, i am half on the bed, with a goofy smile on my face and drooling.

still in the bedroom-cats, 1 with mange at least 3 of them, 1 older mostly black, 2 kittens black and white. jeremy is there, i tell him they are cute and grab for one of the kittens and cuddle it while it tries to squirm away from me. it has bad mange and a few sores on its back that i look at closely, then i put it down.

now in the livingroom and dining room-mister fighting adalie, not in a playful way lola is also there. they are following me around the house. i am trying to get outside to try flying. i think i do it? and am somewhat unimpressed with flying.

lucidity starts getting choppy...but this part is very vivid still. running outside at night...near some sort of school or warehouse. poeple are sitting around watching something in the sky. fireworks? shooting stars? i don't know. the people around are making fun of me...i guess i was naked or did something imbaressing like peed in front of them? i grabbed a plate thing...was very pretty and sparkly. greens, blacks and blue. was my sister's work, matched a pitcher. the man bought it but i wanted it. i dropped it as he chased me and the end broke so i told him he could havfe it. i flew over to the area where the craft show was to pay but don't think i got there.

marc came over to a hosue, not quite my house but close. i was home alone, there were clothes all over the place. he comes in and smiles, i look at him in amazement...wondering if its real marc or a dream character. he can see my amazment and says,"sorry for the old clothes, i wanted to come right over after ----something?---. . he asks if i wanna play borderlands or another game. his hair is super short and he is wearing a heather blue shit with bleach stains all over it. at this point i know it's not really marc *lucidity is almost gone i think*i try to tell him i don't want to play a game but i have a huge wad of gum in my mouth. i try to pull it all out but its all stuck and there's just tons of it.

there are 2 agents who go to an old womans house on a call. the old woman says that her son is keeping 2 kids in confinement. we/they go downstairs and find a chubby little boy and a little girl who is slightly older. i think they are hispanic or just have really dark hair. they are playing with baby toys and quickly turn around when we/they go downstairs. the room is carpetted and has a glass door leading to a yard, even though this is a basement. one of the walls is lined in mirrors but i don't look in the mirror(d'oh!) they dont recognize us and at first the girl yells "daddy! grandmas got us in confinment and..." and she trails off as she realizes we aren't her daddy. the female agent asks the kids if they have a phone number(presumably for their dad?) and they play a recording from a keyboard it goes "charlie, we have the alpha...something something...

i wake up

i will work on this journal when it's not 330 am on a work night. this was remarkable though...can't believe it! i feel very well rested, but know i need to go back to bed.

regular dreams: 8-26-10

I should have written these down sooner so I remembered more..

You Don't Deserve to Walk on Water

I was walking across a body of water, I think it was a lake, with a priest from my church. As we were walking on the water, the priest was reciting part of a mass, and at one point he started reciting the Apostle's Creed. In church, you are supposed to recite this along with the priest, so I remember saying along with him "On the third day he rose again.." but then realized I don't remember the whole thing(I've had this problem in church because I never pay attention but am now trying harder to focus and remember everything) and so I had to stop reciting it. The priest got really mad at me for not knowing the whole thing and told me to go away. I think he said that I was a bad catholic. This made me really sad, but I turned around and started walking back anyway. Then I was walking on a road and I saw my friend Allie walking and texting or talking on her phone with some of her friends. I wanted to tell her what had happened, and tell her how I thought the priest was crazy for getting so mad at me. I tried to talk to her, but she kept getting distracted by her phone or other people. I felt like no one would listen to me and got really upset.



Dark World

This whole dream was in a really dark and depressing setting. It was in an old run-down city with demolished buildings and fog, really creepy-like. I don't remember that much that went on in the dream, but I know that it was a really long dream and the setting was really vivid. I remember walking around and exploring for a bit. I saw a little boy laying on the street covered in blood. He was dying. There were about 5 or so people surrounding him and some woman with dark hair kneeling over him. I don't know if I was the girl with the dark hair or if I was just watching her, I seemed to be trading places with her. I don't remember what happened to the boy. Then the girl with black hair started wondering the dark city looking for a body? or a different skin? because she needed to hide her identity.. I wish I remembered more details because even though this dream was really depressing, I actually enjoyed it.

Ok i used to live in a ministry home with a bad ass pastor who helped people get off of drugs and u know took in people off the streets n gave em a good home, it was for a few years when i was 13-17 years old.
anyway last night i had an extremely vivid dream about a huge school that was like the fusion of the last two schools i went to, but also the place where our entire school went for a field trip, go figure, the hallways were filled with people and i dropped in on a few classes meeting up with a few people i knew and whatnot. soon though the school changed scenes to a house on a hill near my actual house the house is huge at least two or three stories tall with two floors going below ground as well and super coushy, and well furnished but missing an entire wall basically, its late at night and i go outside cuz i can't sleep i find some sort of treasure in the trees, i go to get my best friend to tell him of the treasure and we go out but instead of the trees there's a greenhouse attached to the house. This whole while there are ghosts walking around, their the ones who kept me from sleeping, also notably ironic seeing as how it was a dream, and video cameras are set up with the feeds going to random screens throughout the house, the ghosts popping up doin creepy stuff randomly. After the greenhouse bit i wake up.

I'm baaack.

Originally Posted by #1. First Appearances

It's dark, and I'm surrounded by beautiful, frightening living statues made of shadow... twisted, slender, lethal. I want to remember them when I wake up, because they're mine.

08/26/10



The Monster of the Week gets in over its head.

This dream takes place in my old apartment building in Ixburg. The suite is a floor down from where I actually used to live, and it's been refitted with giant windows. It has a balcony with a fire exit, and the place is spacious and airy. Which is fortunate, because I live there with a group of people, and we're all sleeping together.

I'm alone in the bedroom when I see it. A presence has been on the edges of my consciousness for a while now, and it finally coalesces into a physical form. It's a black statue, shiny and carved out of something like obsidian or onyx. It's vaguely humanoid, but it's a simplified form. It has a somewhat bulbous head, but the rest of it is sleek, almost liquid.

Time speeds up, and I watch life continue in fast-forward. The other people in the apartment don't notice the statue at all. I have the feeling that it's been there for some time, and the fact that I can see it now means nothing good.

Ignoring the others going about their day, I stand up from the bed and walk over to the statue. It's immobile, but I can feel a dark presence.

It's moving. The statue bends an arm back, quick as lightening, and stabs forward. My mouth falls open in an involuntary gasp, and I see myself being impaled on the thing's arm, its hand reaching out through my lower back. I come to the sudden, horrible realization that I'm a sacrifice, and the only person who lives here that meets the requirements. Golden white light streams into my vision, claiming everything, and I feel myself fall back, completely detached from my physical form.

It's like being in the blue-white light from previous dreams, but this feels more like home, more a part of myself. I'm searching for something, cataloguing information that my conscious mind can't comprehend. And I feel it.

The "statue" exists before me as an infinitesimal dark speck, a mote of dust. The thing before me, the spirit inside the statue, I reach out - no, I don't even have to reach out. Just by existing in this state, I snuff out its tiny little black soul.

The light falls away, and I'm left standing in the apartment, completely intact. The dark presence is gone, and I allow myself a glimmer of satisfaction.

There's a reason they call me the Lightbringer.

Mugging the Monster. Scare Factor: 2.

I am in the equipment clubhouse pre-extension, and the back wall is open, but some people still use the side door for some reason. Natalia drops a plastic bag and a beige pie falls out that is topped in oats. She leaves without noticing. I see that my name is written on it in chocolate, and I realize that it supposed to be a surprise for me when they tell me I get my 5 the next day.
The dream continues into a marshy area at dawn but I don't remember any details.

For the first time in a looong time I drew a complete blank when I woke up this morning. It worries me because I've felt outta touch a bit with my routine and I'm not seeing any results. Optimism is the cure for dry spouts, I've heard, so I will go forth with positivity! Wish me luck guys.

this dream came the night after my first day of school. coincidence? i think not.

I don't remember any details now. its really fragmented. just remember that it was the first day of school.

I had this dream when i was about 6 years old and i remember saying to myself "it's just a dream" before i went to sleep.

i was in a club that looked like a laser tag place and teens where coming out of doors around me. I realized it was a dream and jumped about 30 feet into a bigger room. I saw a monster eating my dad and laughed because i knew it was just a dream. Thats all i remember.

I'm new here, and just got into lucid dreams. Here's one i had a while ago (non-lucid) and weirdly normal

Me and my old friends were walking down a street i didn't recognize and we went into a shop. then we left. It's the most normal dream i ever had.