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01.08.2010

Drunk and Disorderly (WBTB)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

WBTB's. They really do work. I was only out of bed for about two minutes this morning, and flopped back down to sleep right away. I suppose that was enough to get my brain working properly.

The thought of getting up was enough to trigger a "preparation dream". Even though it was Sunday, I dreamt I was on my way to work. I got to the train station in the city centre in a taxi, and realised I was running late. There was a train I had to get, which was leaving in a couple of minutes. I threw my backpack over my shoulder and ran through the automatic doors. As I jogged through the station, I wondered why I felt so dizzy and undsteady. Was I out boozing last night? I couldn't remember. I got to a shiny area of floor and my feet came out from under me. I slid along the floor on my ass, into a plant pot. The people sitting on benches all around gave me disapproving looks.
"Yep, I'm definitely still drunk," I thought to myself.

For some reason, the dizziness got a whole lot worse now I was down on the floor. I tried to drag myself onto a chair, but it was an impossible task. I thought,
"Shit, why is this happening now, somebody's going to call the police on me or something. What a ridiculous situation, it's almost like..."

I looked at my hand. It was chubby and had about nine fingers. "Oh," I smiled. I turned to the disapproving onlookers and gave them the finger. Clarity was restored, along with my motor functions. I stood up and exited by the automatic doors. Walking straight out onto the road, I was immediately hit by a car. It was a big green jeep, and the impact left a huge dent in the bonnet. The driver, a middle-aged, balding man got out and started screaming at me. I flicked him through a shop window with telekenisis and got into the car. I may have eventually lost lucidity through driving around without purpose.

27.07.2010

Handless (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID



I had just "woken up" from a lucid dream, in my own bed. I could hear someone coming up the stairs outside my room. I think I dreamt of this because I was expecting visitors this morning. I was unbelievably drowsy. Getting out of bed was like swimming in treacle. There was a knock at my door. I stumbled over, and realised I was naked. This was enough to remind me to reality-check. I looked down at my hand. There was no hand. I saw no forearm or anything. But I could feel that I did indeed have one. I opened my bedroom door with said hand and saw a few of my friends from different places. People who have never met in real life. Some from work, others from my old school, some from elsewhere and my girlfriend- who was the actual visitor I was expecting. I was reminded of the first scene of The Matrix.

25.07.2010

Cuz This is Thriller! (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was excited about going to see Inception later, which was probably the reason for the easy DILDs this morning.

I was sitting in the back seat of my dad's car. My dad was sitting beside me. We were driving along a motorway at night, and the road was lit up orange by the streetlights. I glanced into the front of the car and saw that no one was driving! I panicked for a moment, then realised what was going on. Classic dreamsign. The car stopped itself and I stepped out onto the road. My dad had disappeared and I was on my own. Some electronic music started playing and I looked up at the sky. I could see some stars, but it was mainly black. I pointed up and traced my finger across the sky to create a shooting star, which zipped across my field of vision and over the horizon.

I came to a crossroads, and couldn't see anyone in any direction. I felt slightly lonely, so I pondered a way to get some company. I snapped my fingers a few times to create a beat, and Thriller started playing. I began to do the dance- and as I had hoped, a crowd of people appeared from nowhere to back me up. I laughed at the fact that it had actually worked, and kept on dancing.

Later on, I wound up sliding down some sand dunes on a rug. I was going pretty fast, heading for the sea. Right at the point where I hit the water, I realised my phone was still in my pocket. Wet phone, another classic. It crops up more and more these days. I stood up in the knee-deep water, a bit annoyed that my jeans were soaking wet, before levitating up in the air and shaking myself off. I spent a long time flying superman-style between small rocky islands in the shallows, but ended up back on the beach after a while.



Something strange was going on. There were people running back up the sand dunes, trying to get away from some woman. She was short, stout, and had her hair in a bun. She yelled after the people trying to escape, then produced a circular blade from her breast pocket. I realised she was about to throw it at them. As soon as it left her hand, I took control of it with telekinesis. I guided it round in a loop with my finger, like a boomerang, back at the woman. She screamed something unintelligible at me, and I lost control of the blade before it hit her. It stopped in mid-air, and shot off after the people again.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked her threateningly. She simply glared at me and smiled as the blade sliced a few people up and went after more. I lifted her up by her collar. "Stop the blade, or I swear I'll kill you," I said. A few seconds passed with no reply from her, so I set her back down and ripped off her head with one tug. The body stood swaying, then a single spurt of blood shot out the top of the neck, and it fell backwards. "Warned her, like."

In a later dream, I found myself in a very close recreation of my old house. I think it was the place itself which turned me lucid. I opened the front door with a wave of my hand and stood on the step. It was evening, and a tiny car was driving past. I decided to race it down the street. I took off flying above it, at a fairly decent speed! I was surprised that I was able to fly quickly this time- without employing any real techniques.

18.07.2010

"We can't give the Sword of a Thousand Truths to a NOOB!" (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I haven't had a World of Warcraft-based dream in a while! Serenity should like this one.

I was exploring a frozen wilderness with some sort of companion who I cannot now remember. Whoever it was, was female. We were off at the side of a road, peering into a small cave which led underneath the road itself. It was a clear day, but bitterly cold. My companion told me the Lich King was likely to be in the vicinity, and that was the cause of the low temperature. I was a little concerned, but something glinting in a frozen pond just inside the cave caught my attention. I couldn't quite focus on it, even after focefully blinking a few times. I looked at my hand. It was completely fucked. A few fingers were melded into one, and several were missing altogether. Now more confident, I stepped over to the frozen pond to investigate. Beneath the ice was a sword. But not just any sword. I recognised it immediately as the one belonging to the Lich King himself. It was a huge two-hander, and the blade was glowing with a freezing blue aura. I punched though the ice and pulled it out. The handle was unbelievably cold.

I ran out of the cave with it, and found myself on a frozen lake. Then I remembered the last time I had seen this sword. I was watching the opening video for the WoW expansion- Wrath of the Lich King. The Lich King had used it to summon an enormous skeletal dragon. It was a lightbulb moment. I raised the sword high above my head, and thrust it down into the ice. The whole area started to shake, and cracks formed, zigzagging out from the sword. I stepped back cautiously. I'll post a video which basically shows just what happened.


Watch from 1:20

The dragon's head burst through the ice right below where I was standing, which threw me hundreds of metres up in the air. I got that roller coaster falling-feeling that I hate, so I slowed time down a bit to watch the dragon's emergence in slow motion. It clambered out of the ice, and I noticed that instead of the blue innards it had in that awesome video, it was glowing purple. I timed my fall carefully, and landed on its back, between the shoulder blades. I grasped two small bones in its neck, and pulled backwards. The dragon flapped its enormous wings and flew straight up. I leant forward and it flew forward. I think I forgot I was dreaming for the rest of this, but I flew around for a while burning settlements and decimating armies with the dragon's purple flame-breath.

I am with Summer. We decide to go back to Santa Cruz, where we used to live.

I think beforehand we stopped at an apartment that looked like our old house, we both got really sad and missed it.

Santa Cruz is somewhat in ruins. The boardwalk is falling apart, and the whole thing looks like a deserted carnival. The ocean is nowhere in sight either.

We walk to our old house and go inside. It's kind of falling apart and there's someone living there who we don't want to see us. I remember fumbling with some sort of lock/combination whose keys were white and had black letters on them. I never cracked the code.

We walked around saying where we would put certain things if we moved back in. Then we went outside, and knew that we couldn't live there again, but wanted to try anyway.

... dream changes.

I'm trying to get into a school. I have to go take this test, and I'm somewhere in the mountains, there's a winding road. I find this building that looks ancient yet well preserved. I think there might have been people flying too.

I took the test (which was skipped in the dream, but I know I took it) and then got my results. I had done really well. I left the place, and found Donald, Max, Summer and Ed. They were standing outside a thrift store. I went inside and someone mentioned something about how I should find designer labels because I have a knack for it. I started looking around, and there was a woman holding up a fish bowl. I looked at it and she offered it to me. I declined. I then went to look at this row of cups that had fish on them and began picking them up and examining them. They were very beautiful.

The next thing I know, I am in a dark room. Someone is holding me, holding on to me like they're scared. I'm seated at a table across from a man who is interrogating us. I think that Donald is behind me, holding onto me. They chain us together and interrogate us about money. They tell us they're taking us to prison. They take us outside. I am in Santa Cruz, right by my old house. I am by the roller rink and the bagelry and the cafe summer used to work at. Donald begins ripping and tearing at the chains. We're both free and we morph into deer and begin running as fast as we can. There is a baby deer with us, I don't know who the baby deer is. We are running so fast through my old neighborhood. We can hear sirens coming closer and closer. We morph into black cats and hide as they pass.

I go to my moms house and there is a note on the door for me that says to check my email. I go to check my email and it says that there is an email from her but I can't figure out how to open it.

dream lucid not part of dream, but talking about it

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I am looking through something and I find two small pocketknives. One is a blue color that changes to green in the right light, one is green that changes to blue in the right light. I hear someone behind me and I turn to look.

There's a man in the door and he looks like some kind of law-keeper. He looks like a cross between a sherrif and something out of the Robin-hood era stories. He says something about rats getting into the stores, me being the rat.

He pulls something out, a gun or a bow and arrow, I can't remember which, and aims it at me with intent to fire without even giving me an order to stand down or anything. I pull out the knife and think about attacking but it's handled for me.

A kid that can't be older than fourteen tackles the lawman. I toss one of the knives to the kid and take mine, lunging for the downed man. I press the knife to his neck, drawing lines of vivid red blood, but I can't find it in me to kill him. The kid and I get out as fast as we can.

There are stone walkways all around us, and below us as well. The boy gives some kind of call, and before I know it the walkways had dozens of people on them, the majority of which were men.

I see a person from Criminal Minds - Garcia. I tell her what's happening - some kind of arena type fight will be going on, and I'm one of the fighters. Our little merry band of misfits has been trying to put a stop to it, but for some reason I must compete.

Next I know I'm in the arena, fighting another person from Criminal Minds - a young Hotchner. For some reason my mind seems to realize that this isn't quite right, and he keeps switching between a young Rossi and a young Hotchner. (Like, fourteen or so.)

Rotchner's swinging an ax and I try to keep my distance, since I know that that's really the best idea. Not much defense against an ax. Eventually it becomes stuck in the ground and I attack, kicking him in the chest and sending him flying backwards.

The dream got very confusing after that. I was in a house that looked filthy and had these other mean looking children in it, and the knives came back into the dream, where the boy and I were trying to figure out whose knife belonged to who.

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not really coherent dream, although it was very vivid. I don't think I did a good job describing it, because my mental state isn't all that good right now and I had some unfortunate things happen yesterday/early morning. I don't know the people on this site yet all that well so I don't know how much people would want to hear.

12.07.2010

Run Back to Sleep (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was staying in my girlfriend's house, having partied hard the night before. I felt myself waking up and decided to prevent it.

I thought, "No way I'm letting myself wake up here, think of the hangover!" So I blocked out the feeling of my real body (which had passed out in a strange position anyway) and started running. At first I was just running along a nondescript flat surface, with very little feeling in my arms and legs. But after a few metres, the integration stepped up a notch. I was physically pumping my arms and legs, sprinting with full control of my body. As I looked around, I saw I was in a random street, not unlike the area I was staying in. I felt my real eyes moving to look around. But intstead of the back of my eyelids, I was seeing a non-existent street. I kept running until I was sure there was no chance of me waking up again.



It was strange to me that I was able to "run" back to sleep, run away from waking up. And it felt like real running. The brain was obviously telling the body to run like normal- but with sleep paralysis, a virtual body was substituted, although it felt no less real.

12.07.2010

What Should I See? (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I became lucid after I entered my house. The trigger was that I wasn't sure which of my houses it was. As in, I couldn't tell if it was my current or old house. I thought, "This is a classic dreamsign. Now which house is it supposed to be?" I looked around, trying to take everything in- to identify my surroundings. At the same time, I was half thinking about what both houses looked like. I got kind of a visual overload, with barely any focus on any scene- and I went into blackness.

Now normally, this is wake-up material. But I paused and kept a sense of my dream body, and pondered for a minute. I decided to be totally passive. Just look, and see what was there- not what I thought should be there. The hall of my old house reformed around me and I was back in.

06.07.2010

Hermaphrodite (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had to record this one. Even though it'll make me sound like a freak! Read with caution, and please don't judge!

I woke up in a double bed in a homely bedroom. The decor was light browns and creams. I knew that I had temporarily changed gender, and I was going to have to chose one of several gender variations to be stuck with for the rest of my life. I stood up and looked in the big mirror on the front of the wardrobe. I was naked. I looked just like myself, but I had a vagina. This didn't cause the freak out I would have had in real life. Instead, I pondered the implications of this setup. For the rest of my life, I would only be able to have proper sex with dudes. This, I was not up for. I shook my head and "Hmmm"-ed to myself.

I woke up again in the same bed. I got up to look at myself. I had the body of an incredibly hot brunette woman. With a penis. I was shocked at my own attractiveness. Sexual narcissism aside, I looked awesome. I felt my new breasts, which I was very surprised to find had feeling in them. Having a new, working body part is weird. But I had a penis still. "Hmmm" I pondered. If I was to go with this variation, I could still have normal sex with women. They would just have to be lesbians. Looking at myself though, I reckoned I would have no trouble at all bagging a hot lesbian. I definitely preferred this over the last option.

I know... Freud must be banging to get out of his coffin...

27.06.2010

Lucid Memories from a Night (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There were quite a few DILDs throughout the night, so I'm just going to throw together the fragments I can remember.

Part 1: I discovered a new way to teleport (with about an 80% success rate). I let myself fall forward, flat onto the floor while visualising the place I wanted to be. I fell through the floor and found myself at that location. I did it quite a few times while running round a campsite at night. I wanted to get from A to B quickly, because I knew if I tried to run it I might get distracted and lose lucidity.

Part 2: I was on a dark freeway at night. The only vehicles were impossibly large trucks travelling at like 90mph. I was curious to see what would happen if one hit me, so I stepped out in front of a massive green one. WHAM! It hit me flat in the front and carried me along for a few metres before I dropped down and got run over by it. I felt the full force of the impact, but it wasn't painfull at all. I got up and tried again. This time I phased right through the truck, and was left standing alone on an empty road.



My wet phone dreamsign is sticking with me. I was on a beach, using my phone and set it down on the sand. I turned around for two seconds and when I looked back, a wave swept over it and completely submerged it. I pulled it straight out and wiped it with a towel. It worked fine (duh). It seems my subconscious has accepted my new Blackberry as my current phone. The past few months I've had a couple of different phones, and my dreams always picked the wrong one to soak. I've become quite attached to the Blackberry now though, and my subconscious is determined to destroy it.

20.06.2010

Clutter (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I've been getting less recall lately, and very little time whatsoever to write down dreams. It's the weekend now though, and I had a WILD this morning I thought I might as well share. I was lying on my back, and was pretty knackered, which I think helped the process along. Images and scenes were just floating through my brain for a while, which I just observed without much thought. When they became less disjointed and started running smoothly, I paid a bit more attention. I could see upstairs in my parents' room in my old house. I looked around and moved my focus out into the landing. Snap. Everything clicked into place and the clarity increased massively. It seemed like a light had just been switched on in the dreamworld. Everything looked very real, and I recognised lots of old objects I hadn't seen in years. I walked down the landing into my old bedroom, which was full of clutter. The table from my current conservatory was set up beside the window, and was covered in strange hand-made models- like the kind of things you used to make in school. I examined a few things. They seemed familiar, but I couldn't place them. There was a poster for what appeared to be a boxing tournament, but the writing didn't make any sense.

I looked out the window. The ground was wet, as if it had been raining earlier. I didn't know what to do with myself, so I climbed out the window onto the roof. From there, I ran and leapt off the roof, gliding at a slightly upwards angle across the street and over some houses. This is where it gets hard to remember. I think I went streaking at some kind of sporting event. I remember having to make 1000% sure I was dreaming before running out though.

Finally!

DreamLucid Dream

I do a WILD correctly and end up in a lucid dream, HURRAH! I'm in a daycare center for some reason and one of my friends is babysitting a bunch of crazy kids. The walls are white in a very strikingly white way. I leave the room with the kids because it's too noisy and I don't want to waste time or willpower making them disappear. The next room over is filled with bunk beds of people stacked on top of each other like sardines in a can. I push through them too.

After about twenty more minutes of pushing through rooms filled with children freaking out and a lot of other very random stuff, I find a quiet and empty room. It's like the others in that it's totally white all over: white walls, white ceiling, white floor. It's small, about the size of a walk in closet. I close the door behind me and turn my back to the wall. My plan is to ask for my dream guide, who I haven't met yet. I say in a loud voice, "When I turn around my dream guide will be behind me." Then I turn quickly. An aether-colored spirit hovers in the air for a second, but as I try to talk to it, it fades away. Frustrated, I leave the room. When I open the door, I am confronted by three things at once: a stuffed purple dog barking at me, a screaming toddler, and Sue Sylvester from Glee. When I see them I just explode with anger. "Oh, no you are NOT trying to distract me from my lucidity! I worked hard for this! I deserve to find my damn dream guide!" I snap my fingers and the dog disappears with the toddler. Only Sue is left, yelling at me through her big megaphone! Before I can say anything, she starts throwing things at me. They bounce off without hurting, which makes her mad. "Sue, I have no clue why you're even here but no matter what you throw, you can't hurt me. This is my dream and I call the shots, okay?" I am so angry that I wake up.

08.06.2010

Broken Bones (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in a very unconvincing supermarket when I did a reality-check. It was a dream, as I suspected. Everything seemed too shiny or something. I jumped onto the top of a tall shelf and started running from shelf to shelf, jumping between them. The end one wobbled when I stood on it, and I fell face first onto the tiles below. I literally faceplanted from over 5 metres up. My neck snapped back, and the back of my head touched my back. My lower body and legs bent over the top. There was quite a crunch. Then the shelf fell on me. I found the feeling interesting, and was glad to be able to have that experience in a dream rather than real life. That could've gotten ugly!

Okay, this is a sort of compilation post, not from any one particular night. There are a lot of random fragments of dreams floating about in my head that I haven't bothered to post because they're only one or two sentences long and not very significant to the plot of the dreams. So I decided to make one big post dealing with all the little bits of dreams that I have experienced recently.

Here goes nothing!

• Highlighters
• A black binder.
• A bowling alley with facilities like a gym
• An apartment during World War Two, in a slum.
• Tennis racket
• Cardboard boxes, like the kind homeless people sleep in.
• A big room with an indoor pool. The walls are covered in blue tiles, like a shower stall.
• An icy cold drink of some sort.
• On my coffee table, two copies of Terry Pratchett's "Wintersmith". I remember being excited that me and my friend could read it together.
  
  Okay, so it's pretty random, but I'm glad I got this all recorded. Maybe later I'll do a "dream signs" post of all the particular dream signs I have to remember that keep popping up in my dream.

1. I'm searching to buy a regular guitar at Guitar Center. I look at the wall and select a $180 Strat, black with a white pickguard, and take it down to play. There's some trouble getting it hooked up, and even more trouble as the seat next to the amp is feet taller than I need,

2. I vault down the stairwell in a college food court.