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friday night dream.
I was walking with corey and told him that the night before i had a dream in which he was shooting at me, and asked him why he was doing this. i then realized that i did not have this dream and felt a moment of confusion as i couldnt quite grasp that this dream had occured in reality, and not in my dream life.

thursday night dream.

#1, i was walking by a house which had a few of my friends in it. there was a tall, skinny black man who was picking a fight with my friends and his friends started to beat them up. i went to the neighbors looking for help and a large black man came to the door and told me he couldnt help. by the time i went back over to the house my friends were in they had beaten up the black boy. his chest was caved in but he was still breathing and i told them that we were now going to get into trouble. I had a feeling he would be okay and walked out, feeling bad that I was not able to help him or stop the fight and that I had left to get someone else to help.

#2 i was shot at by corey [old friend I havent spoken to in some time] and my brother robert. i kept asking them why they were shooting at me, being very emotional about it, yet they wouldn't answer me/didn't know why. then a gang came into the yard we were standing in with guns and bags of money and chased down carson [gf] and i, we ran through fence after fence to avoid them. the gang ended up getting killed and i walked up to corey and told him he should give me some of the money in the bags for shooting at me. The scene resembled a prison yard.

DREAMNONDREAMSCENEDESCRIPTIONLUCID

I am in a house, in what looks to be my grandparent's house... Well, I am with this girl in there, and aparently, for some reason, we have to stay in the house forever . Well, she started making this really gross but pretty food. It looked kind of like that painty thing with the paint on it, but it was metal, and there were circles that went down in it. She started making this really gross concoction in it. It was all rainbow, different colors in each spot, and it was over heat, boiling. Some of them had 2 colors mingled together. Well, I tried some, and it tasted like disgusting BREAD! Then, I went to the front porch, and I saw my grandparents and parents. I then became lucid, probably because of them.

So when i was in the hospital I was waken up so much that my sleeps have been very light, and also it was hard to have a deep sleep when everything is beeping. I was really happy because I heard this loud noise or deep vibrations in my head, it was only for a second, but I wonder if that was my body going into SP, or what, and if it was how do I make it last longer?

Yesss! My 2nd LD. I wish I could say it was a WILD, but it was a DILD. This was almost similar to my first one, but it wasn't very long.

Note: I was sleeping in my brother's room. I think the LD had to do with the fact that I was in a different environment. Once again, I felt that this LD was semi-lucid. I don't remember feeling this dream, I just remember it as a lucid dream.

-The Robert Pattinson Summoning-
The only I remember was that I was at my Dad's house. It was all dark and stormy like. As I was walking down the stairs to the dining room I must've known how weird it felt. I probably thought: "I'm not supposed to be up this late..let alone be down here."

So I did an RC just to test my reality. I remember it clearly; I tried breathing through my nose twice. It felt like I had a stopped up nose (it sounded like it too) but I could still breathe throught it. Then BAM! It hit me. I must be dreaming!

I walked back up the stairs and stood in front of a mirror. It was a full body mirror. I could see the reflection. I was invisible, I can't describe it. (At this time, I wasn't really in my right mind, because I have no idea why I did this next thing) I tried to summon Robert Pattinson. In the mirror, I looked behind me. As I was imagining him, it seemed like there was a purple mist behind me, glowing and sparkling. I turned around, no Robert Pattinson. So I turned around back to the mirror.

Then Robert appeared. He came from behind the pillar (which the mirror was leaning up against). He walked up to me; and he looked a little different. He said, "Here, have this." So I took it and stared at it. The thing looked like an iPhone but the size of a Ken. It had some kind of writing on it, which I cannot remember. He disappeared, and I woke up./

-The Storm-
There was a very large storm that went on. So, I had to act fast. (this dream felt like Evan Almighty) I jumped on the nearest yacht (I think it was) and tried to steer it to get everyone else. At the end, after the storm I remember this: This might have been lucid, but I'm not so sure. At this part, it felt so real. It even felt realer than the dream up above. Inside the boat looked like my mother's house. But, there was no basement. I walked through the living room, and looked up. 3 birds were flying around on the ceiling. I saw a few broken pipes, where the basement door had been. I heard my dad in my mom's room, so I said to him, "Dad, what are those birds doing in here?" I can't remember his answer though. I woke up.

05.03.2010

Fully Lucid Zombie Pwnage (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream led on from the previous one. I definitely woke up in between and fell back to sleep normally.

I was with a group of about four people, walking along a rocky lane in the country. There was a rickety wooden fence at the side of the road, and a field going uphill at the other. There was one other man, a middle-aged woman with browny/red hair, someone else I can't remember, and my friend Darren. It was late evening, and getting quite dark when I heard sirens coming from behind us. I turned to look. In the distance I saw a crowd of people running down a hill onto the road, persued by several police cars. Darren panicked, automatically assuming the police were going to arrest him, so he took off running. As the crowd reached us, I stepped aside and sat on the fence to make it clear to the persuing officers that I was not with them. Right as they got to us, the crowd collectively changed direction and headed into the field. Then they stopped. The police cars drew level with us and stopped. They got out and looked at us. I felt very uncomfortable because none of the officers or indeed the crowd were making any noise, just staring at us. Then, all at once, their eyes went completely white, dead-looking.
"Fuck!" I yelled. "Zombie trap!" The crowd jumped out of the field and together with the police officers, advanced on us. Our group hopped over the rickety fence and ran downhill. I hoped everyone else would keep up and stay together, as I kind of felt responsible for their safety. We came to a tall, barbed-wire fence, on the other side of which was what looked like a prison. We started to climb, but it was slow going as it was difficult to hold on to. The guy with us (whose name escapes me) said,
"Is it possible these people are just yanking our chain and aren't actually zombies?" I looked down at the baying hordes trying to get a grip on my ankle and said,
"Not a chance." The top of the fence was particularly spikey, but my self-preservation instinct was much stronger than my desire to not cut myself on it, so I grabbed it and hauled myself over. It was then that I realised I wasn't hurt at all. I felt no pain when grabbing the viciously sharp wire. I did a hand reality-check, and said, "Of course it's a dream! Come on!" I gestured to the group to follow me. We ran across the grass towards the prison, and then locked ourselves in the first out-building we came to. Every building looked like it was made of rusty iron. I made sure the door was locked, then made sure everyone was still with us.



Right here I woke up. I wasn't done there by any means, so I went for a DEILD. I visualised myself going over to a table where the browny/red-haired woman was sitting. I paid close attention to the pressure of the ground on my feet. Then I picked up a sheet of paper and slowly ripped it up, listening closely to the sound, and feeling my arm muscles moving. Overall, it was probably the least effort I've ever put into a DEILD, and was the easiest yet.

The scene solidified, and became "real". The woman looked up at me strangely.
"I'm back," I said. "That was a dream-exit induced lucid dream. Good eh?" She grinned. I immediately got to work trying to find weapons of mass zombie destruction. The little building didn't have much to offer, except a gas canister. I'd seen Dawn of the Dead, and now had a plan in mind. I picked up the canister and went to the door. There was a window on the door's top half. I looked out to see that most of the zombies were congregating on a grassy area in the middle of the facility. It looked like morning. A female zombie was searching for us, looking round corners and squinting through grimy windows. As she approached the door I burst out and clunked her on the head with the canister. She looked to be dead. I strode purposefully to the centre of the zombie crowd and held the canister high.
"Hey everybody!" I yelled. "Food!!" Every single undead head in the area turned towards me as I threw it on the ground. Incredibly, they fell for it and started piling on. I took several steps back and waited. From the sidelines, I could see cracks appearing in the canister, and gas hissing out in liquid and gaseous form. Then I realised I had no way to make it explode. No matches, no gun, nothing. I would have to use some dream powers. I concentrated hard on the barrel, imagining it to be incredibly volatile and delicate. I held out my arm slowly and snapped my fingers. BOOM! Combustion! The force of the blast knocked me off my feet. Any zombies who weren't now minced by the explosion were thrown back too. I got up faster than any of them, ready for some hand-to-hand combat. The first woman I came across had already been badly damaged by flying shrapnel, and I clotheslined her head off. A large man came charging at me, and I rock-bottomed him onto the bonnet of a brown car nearby. His head smashed through the windscreen.

I can't remember exactly what happened next, but I decided to have another go at time travel. I wound up back in the suburban neighborhood from the previous dream, and asked the old man if I could try his time machine again. He agreed, and I sat down in the green chair once again. I noticed that my legs were very uncomfortable for some reason, and I shifted position many times. Turned out, my legs were sore in real life, and woke me up!

05.03.2010

Supernatural Investigation and Searching for a Time Machine (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Lately, I've been watching a lot of the TV show "Supernatural" online. This dream was structured not unlike an episode! I might not have been lucid from the very start of this dream, but I can't remember that far back, or the transition into the dream.

I had teamed up with Sam and Dean Winchester, and we were conducting an investigation in a small rural town. Whatever/whoever we were hunting was holed up in a petrol station, and we were on the roof- ready to enter through a vent and kick some ass. It was a cloudy, drizzly day, and as I silently opened a hatch, I was glad to be getting inside. I lowered myself carefully into the vent with both hands, and positioned myself on my knees, hunched over and gun ready. As soon as my full weight was settled, the vent collapsed around me and fell into the shop. I ended up sprawled on my back on top of a counter, surrounded by men with guns. Luckily Sam and Dean immediately opened fire from above, distracting the guys who would otherwise have plugged me. I did a backwards roll off the counter and took shelter. I had lost my gun in the fall. Bullets whizzed past my head in all directions, and the blasting of gunfire so close to me was disorienting. Finally, the shooting stopped and I poked my head up.

Sam and Dean were now downstairs with me, pointing their guns at a pile of rubble next to a freezer, where the last guy was hiding. I got up and picked up a sawnoff shotgun from the floor.
"Come on out!" I said. The guy nervously stood up with his hands in the air. He then treated us to a whole monologue about not measuring up, and finished by telling us he was going to kill himself by lethal injection. He produced from his pocket an injector-gun, which had about seven capsules attached to the side. He shot himself up three times before I wrestled the injector off him. After a quick examination, I somehow inferred that it was "Hulk Juice". One dose was apparently enough to turn you into The Hulk! I could see the dude was already bulking up and turning green, and by the time he reached nine feet tall, I decided on the only possible form of defense. I shot the remaining four doses directly into my chest. I reasoned that, having taken more, I would be a stronger Hulk. Right away I felt the serum reacting with my body. My chest felt tight, but I could see that it was in fact bulking up at an alarming rate. It felt like I was made of rocks. The feeling quickly spread to my arms and legs, all the way to my fingertips- which ended up the size of baseball bats. I realised I had an enormous armspan, like four metres- and I could stretch even farther. I punched the slightly smaller Hulk in the top of the head to begin the fight. I can't remember much about what happened next, we broke through the wall of the petrol station and I remember chasing him up a narrow street.



The next section of the dream played out like another investigation. This time I was on my own in suburbia, investigating a case of a dog which was actually a human in disguise. There was one particualar chihuahua which I reckoned looked particularly human-like, so I kept an eye on it. I was sitting at a kitchen table talking to a homeowner who was making me tea, staring at the dog. It noticed me and ran out the back door.
"Hold that thought," I said to the woman and ran after it. It ran along the street and jumped over a very noticable pothole, filled with water. I made a point to stand right in it. The water disappeared to reveal a bottomless hole. I deduced that the dog was leading people to their deaths by making them fall in. I became lucid after doing a hand reality-check out of the blue. I was extremely aware, and even remembered the task of the year on Dreamviews. The remaining six parts would all be much easier if I had access to a time machine. It's really hard for me to teleport or change scene on my own, so I reasoned that letting the dream do the work might work better for me.

I took a running jump and glided up onto the roof terrace of the first house I saw. The residents were having a barbecue with some neighbours. I landed among them, and was tempted to just sit down and enjoy some ribs (they smelt fantastic), but I'd been neglecting the tasks lately. I greeted the guy I assumed to be the host, and asked him straight out,
"Have you got a working time machine I could use?" I asked him in a serious manner, in a way that showed I expected it to be a realistic request. He said,
"No, sorry, I don't. But my nextdoor neighbour does, why don't you go ask him?" I was pleased with this response. I hopped off the roof and into next door's back garden, where I saw the neighbour in question. He was an old man tending his garden. I asked about the time machine, and he seemed very pleased that it was going to get some use. He explained that his family rarely made use of it. He led me to the garden shed, against the back fence.
"Go ahead, knock yourself out," he said, gesturing at the door. I opened the door and stepped inside. It was very small, and what little floor space it had was taken up by a thick green armchair, sitting at a desk. Below the desk was an enormous old desktop computer. It had a few purple lights on it, and was connected to a dusty monitor on top of the desk. I pressed the only button I could find, the main "power" button on the computer. It booted up instantly and started to work.
"Where or when do you wanna go?" the man asked from behind.
"Back," I said. "I want to go back 65 million years."
"Say whaaat??"
"Don't ask," I chuckled.
"Okay, input here," said the old man, handing me a number pad. I pressed the "minus" button at the top, then six, five, zero zero zero, zero zero zero, enter.
"Good luck!" he shouted, and shut the door. The screen came to life. It displayed a weird animation I can only describe as several coloured balls rolling through a black tunnel. It looked a bit like guitar hero in reverse. I concentrated intently on the visualization, but sadly I woke up!

04.03.2010

Bug Hunt (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was playing the new Aliens vs Predator game the other day, no doubt that was the cause of this dream.

I was a marine, hunting Xenomorphs in an estate near my house. It was night time, and no streetlights were working. All I had for light was a torch attached to the end of my rifle. Every now and again I would catch a glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye, or a reflective glint of light bouncing off a shiny alien head, but I never got a clear shot at one of them. I was getting quite panicky, and using up a lot of ammo, hitting nothing. I eventually got to my last clip when I arrived at the top of a dark lane which I knew to be dodgy in normal circumstances, never mind when there were aliens about. I made my way down the lane. There were wire fences on either side of me, and behind the fence to my right was a hedge wall. I could hear scuttling and hissing coming from the other side of it. I attained some low level lucidity here. I recognised that it was just a dream, but only really enough to allay my fears of getting chomped on by an alien's mouth-within-its-mouth. Then I saw one clearly for the first time. It came into view just a few metres in front of me. I squeezed the trigger and let off the last of my ammo into its oversized head. It cracked like an eggshell, and I was careful to avoid the spray of its acidic blood. I threw down my empty gun just as another alien hopped over the fence from my left. I notice that I sometimes have great dream control with only minor lucidity. This was one of those times. I discovered that I could shoot fire out the end of my hands if I held them out flat and aimed at a target. I knew from playing the AvP game that the aliens hated fire, and I thought it was quite handy that I should manifest this ability at that moment.



I went on for a while, chargrilling aliens as I walked down the lane. They properly sizzled. When I was near the bottom, I heard a commotion from my right. I paused to investigate, and saw that several aliens had made a hole in the hedge and were trying to pull down the fence to get at me. I was in a "bring it on" kind of mood, so I just let them. The fence fell to reveal an open field beyond. I ran out into the middle, and was instantly surrounded by variations of the alien. One particularly unusual form looked a lot like a millipede. I woke up as they overwhelmed me!

Update

I've added more evidence to my "hangovers are awesome for lucid dreams" theory. Mad bastard hangover today, just WILDed my ass off and got two epic dreams- one of which involved blowing up a horde of zombies, can't wait to type them up, unfortunately I'm feeling too fragile right now. On a side note, never drinking again.

I had a strange dream where I was with 2 girls from my last class, and some other guy I don´t remember who it was. We were in a park in vässarö, and we had a conversation and something like a poop competition. After a while in the dream some people from scrubs came into it. It was Bob Kelso who accidentally went in the poop (I did so also before him). After that Bob came the girls went to there cottage. JD from scrubs was also there, and bob and JD where starting up a little conflict. I came in the middle of it :s. There was also another guy there. After a while we all went out from a cottage except JD. He saw our poop spots on our butts, and he checked if he also had it. Then the dream became black and everything started to disappear.

I was in a classroom like room; except there weren't any desks or chairs. My sister was there with me, I don't really know why we were there.. She was just sitting there in a daze or something; not really sure what was going on.

There were some pets in the room next to us. I would occasionally walk in there and check on them. At one point, there was one little kitten in there about 3 inches tall and 4 inches long. At times, I would carry it into the room and play with it. I would always put it back though.

Later on, I opened the door again. The kitten had now grown to the size of a full grown sheepdog! It now had very thick black hair and a white mane (awwh, how cute). I was so terrified..I shut the door quickly so that it wouldn't come in. My sister didn't seem all that surprised.

A few minutes later, I opened the door to find that the cat was not there. I looked down on the floor for it. I then spotted a tiny black thing. I looked closer and realized..this was the cat! It was the size of a cricket. I can't recall what we did after this. I woke up.

I'm in an unfamiliar kitchen. Around me are several friends. I willingly ate something that made me see colors. My mental process was really intense, as I was opposed to the idea, but really optimistic at the same time. We got in the car, I was in the passengers seat looking out across the vast dreamscape. The hills kept changing from hues of blue and purple back to green, back to blue.

There was somebody important I had to meet. People kept telling me that he was famous and really wanted to meet me. I was rather indifferent to the whole ordeal, but went along with it anyway.

We passed farm lands, dirt roads and ended up at an... aquarium - a very large one. The walls and ceilings were made up of giant fish tanks. The ceiling was very close to my head, I could reach out and touch it without very much effort at all. It was actually right above where my head should be, but somehow all the people who should have been much taller than me had no problem with this. There were very large sea horses, so large that I feel if they hadn't been so fragile and I had been in the tank with them, I would have been able to ride it around.

Some announcer was pointing everyones direction to a tank where a sea lion and a seal were about to mate.

The "famous" person who wanted to meet me showed up around this time. It was Anashnu, my dream guide. However, this didn't even jog my memory to become lucid. I simply greeted him like an old friend, hugging him. He said that it was important that he show me something. We would have to make several stops first, but it was important to restore my faith in the world.

First, we came to a long winding road that hugged the beach and the ocean tightly. There were lots of rocks along this road, beyond them the beach and beyond that a calm ocean with very small waves. There were several people gathered on some cliffs. I'm not precisely sure what it was that they were doing, but one of them was a middle aged woman who was spouting about things she wanted. She somehow managed to summon a flying machine contraption. It kind of looked like the robots I draw often, it was very colorful with long spindly legs and the body of the thing was an oval.

Next, Anashnu said that we were about to reach our final destination. We went further and further down the windy road that bordered the cliffs edges. It began to rain and the fog came out in a very thin layer. We stepped outside and in the distance I could see thousands upon thousands of people gathered on a huge platform cliff over the ocean. They were all facing the sea, somber expressions on their faces.

We drew closer and closer, and I suddenly knew why they were all there without anyone having to say anything. They were all the people in the world who were going to change it. They all wanted nearly the same things that I did. They were all trying to change the corruptness of the world by gathering in one place, sending their wishes to the sea to be reached from every corner of the globe. I edged nearer to the cliff edge, despite how many people were there I didn't feel like it was crowded. I looked and saw that the mass of people stretched for miles, more were coming in single file lines from paths, out of cars, flying in from airplanes, etc. There was a girl with glasses near me and I remember looking down at the water and nearly falling in. She pulled me near to her and smiled broadly. She said that we were stronger than the people who call themselves powerful, and that we are going to make a huge impact on the world, all of us, together.

I fell asleep at about 2AM and woke for the last time at around 11:30AM My kids and my bladder woke me frequently. I only recall bits and pieces of my dreams.

In one dream, there was a very large rat near me. I wasn't afraid of it at all and pet it.
In another dream, I moved (?) and my kids were younger and missed a week of school. I was in school too and lost money for missing. I have the lingering impression that we were running away from someone.
In another dream, I was living with my grandmother. She was bald and her house was extremely messy from my kids. I was trying to clean everything but she was still very disappointed in me.
In another dream, I was flying. I recall tall buildings and fighting some evil force.

>>I dreamed of the rat, because right before I fell asleep we discovered we have rats living somewhere in the trailer (probably the AC vents). Our cats have killed 2 or 3.
>>I dreamed of my grams because I was crocheting yesterday and one of my daughters asked how I learned and I told them my grandmother taught me.
>>I frequently dream of messy houses because they are the bane of my existence.
Don't know about the rest, other than they are recurring themes. As far as missing school, my kids did miss a lot but it's summer. I was never paid for going to school, but it's a recurring theme none-the-less.

03.03.2010

Wet Phone (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm really going to have to get more vigilant with looking out for dreamsigns! This entry contains two fragments from two different dreams where I missed my most common dreamsign- the wet phone.

Part 1- I was part of a group of people going for a tour of Colditz Castle (a notorious WW2 POW facility). It was on high ground in Germany (I think), and the weather was very cold. There was both ice and water on every surface, and for some reason I was in my bare feet. It was almost strange enough to turn me lucid but not quite. There was a kind of underwater moving platform which performed the function of ferrying people across the river beside the castle. I stepped on with two other people, and was submerged up to my waist in freezing water. Halfway across, I remembered that my phone was in my pocket.
"Shit!" I said, and reached in to get it. Somehow, the inside of my pocket was totally dry and the phone was fine. I kind of considered that it might be a dream, but I had been so sure of reality up to this point that I never bothered doing a reality-check.

Part 2- I was at a beach with my brothers, somewhere tropical. We swam out to a sandbank with some marram grass on top, and stood on it for a while. Then I felt my phone in my pocket, and realised I had been swimming with it in there the whole time! Somehow, it was undamaged. I can't believe I missed that!

02.03.2010

House (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID



I was walking home from a set of shops which was about five miles from my house. It was a beautiful sunny day, with a light breeze. I was walking through a suburban neighbourhood, when my friend Darren rang me. We started talking as I walked. A little bit farther along the street, I passed some of the cast of the tv show House. I've never watched an episode of House, and this got me thinking about why I would even run into him here. Then I remembered where I had seen him last- in the signature picture of one of the Dreamviews forum members! He must have gotten stuck in my head, and was making an appearance in my dreams now! I did a quick hand-RC, which confirmed my suspicions. I was still pretty far from my house, in an area which I barely knew. I wanted to get to somewhere there would be some more action, like a friend's house, my own, or the city centre. I decided not to do anything drastic, and just keep making my way towards home. It seemed a shame to waste such a nice day. I stayed on the phone to Darren, mentioned that I was dreaming and just saw Hugh Laurie, and started hovering. I got to waist-height, and flew off. I used my new flying technique, which is to imagine a force pushing me from behind. I can usually get up quite a lot of speed this way. I told Darren about my progress, and that I was on the way to see him- if I could just get there before I woke up. I was flying in the upright position down a hill, and wanted to take a shortcut over a fence and across a field (which would cut a massive corner), but I couldn't make myself go high enough to get over the fence! I told Darren about this and he responded with,
"Bad times, man."