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I'm not used to the new software yet, so give me some time to adapt. Anyways, I've decided to try again with the lucid dreaming thing. I enjoy it, I just lacked the drive to keep up with it on the internet, which was the easiest way for me. I figured posting here would give me incentive to keep posting (not to let my peers down) and possibly give me a kickstart with remembering my dreams. When I'm not so tired, I'll edit this post as an introductory sort of thing.

So i'm at an airport, I miss my plane because for some ridiculous reason the bloody terminal is behind a bookcase; I get tantalisingly close to become lucid here.. I turn to the airport-worker-man-person and say "Who puts a terminal behind a bookcase, this can't be real!" however said airport-worker-man-person comes up with perhaps the most unbelievably perfect response in the history of responses (I'm joking by the way..) - "maintenance"
And I fell for this shitty response and simply replied - "Oh, Ok, fair enough."
WOE IS ME! I'm such a fool for not becoming lucid.. But it's a stepping stone in the right direc- blah blah blah bollocks to it.

i started out in my house and walked outside my view or the city changed and then i realized i was dreaming and that i was out of town anyway and so i wanted to fly so i went up into the clouds and then i got excited and woke up so sad

30.07.2010

Crisis with my game operators (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

One thought night for recall. I went to play cards with some friends and went to bed very late.

Third:

- There was some sort of crisis in the game where I am a super game operator in waking.
- They changed the month of training for our trial operators to one day. I had to teach everything to my trial operators in only one day.
- All the admin tools were not working efficiently.


Missed dream sign:
- Training for TGOs decreased from a month to a day.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Head for a ToTM.

30.07.2010

New cat tree (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

One thought night for recall. I went to play cards with some friends and went to bed very late.

Second:

I was in my home, sitting in the couch with my wife in our living room. We had a dark cat-tree. It was different from the one we own in waking. It was shaped like a horse, but it was like 2D. The cats only could climb it, but they could not sit on the top if it as it had no width.

I was wondering were it came from. I asked my wife about it but she did not tell me how did she got it. I asked her if she did purchase it and how much did she paid for it.

Something about Tuesday.

Missed dream signs:
- The cat tree.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Head for a ToTM.

30.07.2010

In a store (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

One thought night for recall. I went to play cards with some friends and went to bed very late.

First:

- I was indoors.
- I was in a store, behind a counter. The counter was very big.
- We had food and I was talking about food with a DC.
- It was nigth and dark.

Missed dream signs:
- Unknown.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Unknown.

I went to bed at about 3:00 am in the morning and this was my dream....

I was wearing a black robe with pointy shoes (I was watching Harry Potter last night) and I was walking through a hallway and saw this door a normal enough looking door so I entered it and my view entered a birds eye view of this giant room and I saw my self walking through it (sort of like a legend of zelda game) and as I was walking through it I saw three giant looking hallways that looked endless and were dark and sketchy. so as I walked past them a giant blue eel head jumped out and tried to eat me so as I jumped back a yellow eel jumped out of the second door behind the third, then as I started to run back to the first hallway a giant snake head popped out and tried to bite me with it's teeth so as I ran back to the door I entered and then exited. then I was sitting on a tree stump next to a skinny kid about 10 years old and a fat kid about 15 years old and the fat kid said we should go back and save him and then the skinny boy said we are not allowed to use magic in the labyrinth and I said it doesn't matter we have to save him (not knowing who "he" was). So we walked back into the labyrinth and as the eels and snakes chomped at us and bit at us and we avoided them and moved on, then there was a arched hallway, we walked through it and entered a big glass dome arena looking place and there hanging by a chain was a small boy so the three of us tried desperately to get him down but to no avail then a giant red scaly dragon comes bursting through the giant glass dome and hurls giant balls of fire from his mouth at us, we all scatter trying to avoid the flames the a giant black hole opened up over the dome and glass and bricks start breaking apart and flying at lighting speeds into the void. Then the skinny boy goes hurling into the void and disappears then the fat kid grabs on to the dragons tail and him and the dragon go into the black hole. And then I start flying up and grab onto the small boy hanging from the chain and I said it will be ok then me and the small boy go hurling into the black hole then I woke up.

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 is a dream added from a few months earlier.

I've never picked through garbage before like some homeless people do. But last night, I was doing precisely that.

It was probably the middle of the day, because the sky was light and blue. I was outside a bank building made from slightly worn red bricks; the sign of whatever was inside the building was navy blue but the name and logo of the company was skewed, so I couldn't remember what it was like. There was an alley in between this building and another one, and I was looking for stuff. I wasn't homeless, but I guess I was just randomly searching for trinkets. I walked towards a rectangular green dumpster in the alley and opened it up.

There wasn't anything garbage-like about the items inside. There were brand new articles of clothing, neatly wrapped up in plastic bags, and new toys still in the box. I remember seeing a yellow remote-control race car and something that looked like a Barbie doll. I dug around a bit more and saw some sort of silver coin, around the size of a nickel, sitting on one of the other plastic bags. I held it out and showed my sister, who happened to magically appear while I was looking in the garbage. "Look, I found a coin!" I told her.

"It's just a coin," she told me, rolling her eyes and turning away.

"I know, but these are worth a million dollars nowadays!" I told her, trying to persuade her that I wasn't crazy or something.

I'm sitting on my bed, watching Youtube on my computer. It is pitch black outside, and perfectly silent. Judging by the darkness and the quiet atmosphere, it must be like three in the morning. I am the only one awake. The video I am watching is very disturbing. A man is chopping off his own fingers with a steak knife, one by one. He screams so loud it makes my stomach sick. Strangely, there is an English narrator describing the whole event in detail. “And now,” he says, “the man proceeds to chop of his middle finger. Watch closely as the steak knife severs the finger, revealing the inner layers of muscle, and the bone.” Eventually I can’t take it anymore, and I try to turn my computer off. But for some reason, instead of turning off, the volume just gets louder and louder, until my ears hurt. I turn away from the video and cover my ears, but the man’s screaming still manages to get through. I attempt to drown him out by screaming myself, as loud as I can. Everything goes black.

In this next clip, I am not included. However, I can see everything clearly through the lens of a video camera. I can tell I am watching a home video taken by a wife of her husband and son. They are on a yacht, sailing around in a little lake on a sunny day. The husband is sitting in a plastic lawn chair by the edge of the boat, but I can’t see his head. The camera is focused on his leg.
In his hand he holds a large knife. He stretches his leg out on the long chair, and makes a long, deep cut in his leg. Almost instantly his innards spill out of his leg like a bucket of chum being poured out, and it falls into the ocean, leaving a flappy skin-baggy leg behind. The man doesn’t stop there, he continues to mutilate himself. This time, he makes a wide gash across his stomach. Again, his guts and muscles and everything else pour out of him, leaving a skin bag stomach. The little son is crying and screaming in the background. “Daddy, please stop!” he shouts, but the father continues. “Whee, isn’t this fun?” says the mother.

I've been having this one a lot lately.
I am seventeen. There is nothing around me except darkness. Then, I can hear a woman screaming loudly. Suddenly I can see myself tackling someone to the ground and stabbing them violently in the back. Everything goes black again, but I can still hear the screaming. I’m not sure if it’s me, or the woman I was stabbing.

I am outside my house, planting flowers with a little shovel. I am humming an unknown tune to myself. I stand up and wipe the dirt off my knees. Then I hear a shot echo through the air, and a sharp pain in my chest. I look down, and I see a large bullet wound in my heart. I cover my face with my hands and start to cry. I collapse to the ground, curl up in a ball, and die. Then, my ghost rises from my body. I stand there and look at my body, wondering what happens next. Then, a ray of light appears from above my head. A female angel dressed in white floats down, and holds her hand out to me. “Come,” she says. I reach my hand out to go with her, when somebody starts to pound on the window of our house from the inside.
I look to the window, and see my mom inside, yelling and pointing her finger at me. “Aubery Ruth, don’t you DARE go to heaven! You don’t deserve to go there, you can go straight to hell!” I start to cry, when the angel grabs my hand and drags me to heaven. “Don’t mind her,” she says, “she is going to hell.”

I appear in a dark room, and I'm sitting at a long table. I can hear voices muttering and laughing, but I can't see anything, since it's all dark except a ring of light around me. I look down at a plate in front of me. On it is like some sort of stir fry, mostly yellow with red cubes of meat and broccoli. I pick up my fork and take a bite. Eh, its ok. I thought Heaven food would taste better. A big booming voice says from somewhere, "So, Aubrey, I bet you haven't ever eaten BOOONELESS meat before, eh?" I look around, and say, "Umm actually, we have boneless meat on Earth. Like chicken wings and stuff."

1. The whole family is going on a visit to the King's Island amusement park. We pull into a far away parking lot shared by a strip mall and several megachurches. My mom expresses concern about all the black men loitering in the lot, but my brother and I don't care and start to wander. We pass a local music shop, which seems to be having a going-out-of-business sale. Outside of the store is a row of basses with prices (failed RC), and I give them a good examination. As I look at them, one of the office ladies from my high school walks by and says "I know you and who's with you!" Cut to my high school's office,, where Mom and the lady are talking. It's the last day of school, and she's complaining about how only one student has wished her a good summer. PV, who she's nicknamed (appropriately) Big Chunky," is that student, and he comes from the back of the office to greet my mom and I warmly.

2. I'm watching a suspended roller coaster that seems inspired by a fight with a dragon. There's a lot of flat preparation at the beginning, followed by a crazy drop and a series of loops. Some bullies from my grade school are riding it, and when they get off of it they start to make fun of me.

I am sitting on my bed watching television when my brother Erik bursts into my room. He stands there and says something to me that I can’t make out, it sounds like he is very far away. I stand up to get closer to hear what he says, when suddenly the door disappears. He looks back at where the door used to be, a look of surprise on his face. I turn around, and watch as my dresser moves in front of where the door used to be, all on its own. Then, a wooden chair comes from nowhere and floats towards me. It starts attacking me, beating me with itself. I scream and run towards where the door used to be. Erik screams and curls into a ball and lies on the floor.
The chair flings itself at me, but I duck and it smashes a hole in the wall. I run out through the hole into the living room. While I am running, I can feel something burning and cutting at my arms. I look, and twenty lit matches are slashing at my arms, singing my skin, causing burn scars. I fall to the floor and roll around screaming, trying to get the matches away. They keep attacking my arms. Suddenly Erik runs into the living room with a glass of water and starts to throw it on the matches. They are doused in water and fall lifeless to the ground.
I get up and look at my arms, realizing I am on fire. I drop to the floor again and roll around until I’m not on fire any more. But now, as I lie on the floor, a baseball bat starts to thwack me on the head. I try to get up, but I can’t move. It’s as if the matches put a curse on me. I soon pass out from being beaten.

The taste in your mouth is so disgusting that you have dreams about it.

I am seventeen. I can’t see anything except blackness, but when I look down I can see my own body, and a ring of light around my feet. Suddenly, I can feel something growing inside my mouth. It has the squishy feeling of cheek cells, but it has the consistency of mushy gravel. I spit it out, but it keep growing. I keep spitting and spitting, but with every spit it grows faster. I start to puke violently in a futile attempt to get the gravel out. It has filled up my mouth, and now it starts to grow down my throat. I gag on the gravel-mush and keep puking it out, but it’s useless. The gravel starts to grow in my stomach. I can feel my stomach bloat up like a giant balloon full of the mysterious growth. I look down, and my stomach is the size of a watermelon, and it keeps growing. I keep trying to barf the gravel out, when my stomach bursts open. The pink cheek-cell gravel stuff pours out of my stomach like sewage waste. Then everything goes black.