06.23.2010Fuck yeah! (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID The longest sex-dream I had yet. I always feel strange when I write down dreams like this... We had PE in school and some of us had nothing to do. I layed on the ground with my feet to a wall. My female classmate sat to left of me with her back leant to wall. She stretched out her arm and didn't notice, that she placed her hand directly on my genital area. She tipped with here fingers against my pants until I got an erection. I took the chance, grabbed her hand and placed it in my pants. She looked surprised at me and feeled my penis. Later I took it out. She looked at it and I asked her unsure if it is to big or to small. She answered, that it's neither to big nor to small. It's just fine. She started giving me a blowjob. Later I grabbed her legs and pulled her away from the wall. Then I pulled off her pants and started fucking her. She had absolutely no problem with it and even enjoyed it. Later then we both finished and the school bell ringed, PE was over. We pulled on our clothes and walked through the room to the exit. I noticed my pal Patrick lookin surprised at me.
*just so you know, I posted this DAYS ago* MUTUALSDREAMER's dreams *Work in Progress 8)* Blue means non-lucid and red means lucid. LD non-lucid Of course since it was my first one, I was not completely 100% aware, but I was at least 75%. I became aware because earlier that night, I had a dream that I could manipulate water and when I woke up from it, I told myself that that was impossible and to recognize it in future dreams. I went back to sleep and appeared in a boat made of ice. I am sure I was in Antarctica. I decided to meditate since it was calm and when I did, the water around me started to bubble. So I said, "Wait a second," and tried to make it bubble again. This time it was even more powerful. I became mostly aware right there because I remembered that that was impossible. I floated along, admiring the dreams beauty, when I came to my garage, it was embedded into the side of a glacier. I hopped into it and my brother was swinging a bat. I told him that we were both dreaming and he said, "No we're not, that's stupid." So I got a rock and set it on the ground and tried to raise it with my mind. It didn't work so I thought if I got closer that it would. As I got closer it was like a magnet and jumped to my hand. My brother said there was nothing I could do to make him believe me so I said oh well at least it's someone to interact with. So I said hey want to go to a dream I had a while ago (I trained myself to wake up after every other dream)? He said, "Whatever," so I closed my eyes and tried to imagine my earlier dream. I opened my eyes and I was in the middle of an abandoned house (the one in my earlier dream). I looked around for my brother but he was not there, so I started to explore. As I was walking around, these little gnome things started attacking me. I raised my hand and started shooting them with a hand beam (). Right then I lost lucidity. After I killed all the gnomes, I regained about 90% lucidity. So, I thought I would try to get into my friend's dream. I drew his name in the air with my finger and it opened a portal (I had thought this through many times in the waking world). I stepped in and I was in a Mario game. I couldn't find my friend so I thought I would teleport him. I opened a portal and reached in with my hand. As I started to pull something out (assuming it's my friend) its arm came out and I woke up . WAKE
Updated 06-26-2012 at 08:28 PM by 27302
Nothing last night. I recall wondering why my boyfriend's goatee had split into three equal parts. I woke up over and over throughout the night - just couldn't get comfortable - and kept trying to WILD, but I feel like it just made it worse. Normally I can remember my dreams pretty well, but not from last night. I think I actually stressed myself out so much about remembering them that I forgot. Reading more about WILD to make sure I'm not doing something wrong today, and trying again tonight.
06.22.20102in1-Dream (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID A strange dream. I hope I can write it down so you can understand it. I don't understand it either.... I sat on a balcony. It was a warm night. My family and me were on vacation on Mallorca. I sat there and just stared into the sky. Later I wanted t go asleep. I think it was 2:53. I went into my room and suddenly there were my parents and my godparents. The wanted me to wake up, because they wanted to go out fishing. They acted like it was noon or something. I told them, that I havn't slept yet and that I'm not interested in going fishing anyway. I said, the shall go without me. They were very angry and talked to me a long time. They still wanted to convince me. Everyone was angry because I wanted to sleep. Later there even was a black cop. He asked my something I didn't understand. I thought he just wanted to convince me too and said no. It turned out, that he asked me to patrol with him today. I even dreamed a short sequence were I saw this guy with his pistol in his hand, running across through a warehouse. Then there was a transition and suddenly I was walking alon in a forest at day. There were leaves on the ground like it would be autumn. I walked past an old damaged house which had a hole in the wall. A strange guy came with two cats. One of them was bound to an old shoe. The guy said something and then went through the whole in the house to hide. I saw a cat with bright blue eyes around the corner of the house. I made her clear by hand gesture, that that guy is around the corner and she (the cat) shall wait were she stands. Somehow this resulted into a chase were me, the cat, a flying squirrel and a bee were chased by something (All the animals could talk). We ran through the forest. Well... I ran through the forest. I had the squirrel in my hands, the cat was one my shoulder and the bee was flying behind me. After a short time I let the squirrel climb up a tree. The cat ran away too. Only the bee and me were still chased. I saw a street in the forest and ran through the cars to get rid of the chaser.
I had met a girl. We met each other somewhere(can't really remember) and I teased her a bit. We met each other again the next day at some fancy party. I asked her if she wanted to dance I think and she said no in a defensive way. But I knew she was interested and we talked and stuff. I asked her later why she said no, was it because she didn't want to dance or because she was just reacting defensively. I think she asked me if we were a couple. Might have been Tammie. I remember something about her. Some school/Asian theme. Nothing really interesting. I met Aran outside the school. He was playing soccer with his two younger brothers. The middle brother who I had heard was very strong was black and pretty skinny. Apparently he was a great runner though. Well Aran and I walked somewhere and we met people both of us knew. We met like W, V and M and Lucas. M looked like a total faggot with a gansta cap on his head and a big smile. We all went to some forest and had some babes with us. We jumped a bit on top of rocks and stuff. I sat down with Marre. Somehow I saw that she was wearing leopard underwear. But then she walked away. Then Erik from my class came and talked about him getting a question by the school if Nabeen (or Nabeem) was legal and he had answered that it was. The principal had then shaked his hand of proudness.
Wednesday 14th April 2010 I had written a very sarcastic insult in my signature on a forum I frequent about a fellow member; I don't quite remember what it had said, but I remember the name of the member clearly. I scrambled to delete it after I had realised I went too far.
Tuesday 13th April 2010 Myself and a group of my college friends had to create a presentation regarding camouflage gear in sandy/grassy places. I seated myself next to my friend who was looking rather worried. I don't quite remember what his problem was, but I placed a comforting hand on his arm and reassured him that everything was going to be alright. I looked away and withdrew my arm, but then I felt his hand on my arm, giving it a light squeeze.
Tuesday 8th September 2009 Perched on a chair, my eyes firmly fixed onto the window, I watched a wasp glide in and sit itself on the window frame. Although it was only sat there minding its own business, a feeling of dread washed over me. Screams began to pour violently from my lungs and tears streamed down my cheeks. I jumped from the chair in desperation as the wasp turned to me and seemed to lunge at an amazing speed and started flying effortlessly across the room. Meanwhile, my sister and her boyfriend sat calmly on the couch as if they didn't see me panicking right in front of their eyes. Ha! Been a long time since I've recorded my dreams- honestly, I just got kind of lazy. >.>;
Sunday 31st May 2009 My sister sat playing on an old Nintendo console on a game which looked very similar to Mario. The colours weren't very vibrant but I watched the fighting combos intently; a low punch, a flying kick, a punch. The small instect/robot-like enemies exploded due to the impact. Kind of reminds me of that episode of Criminal Intent... I had thought to myself. My glance then drifted onto the console itself, which strangely, had a cartridge inside shaped like a green watering can, while also noticing that it clearly wasn't my bedroom, or even a room in our house for that matter. The room was huge with three white painted walls while the fourth was in fact a huge window with two glass doors in the middle which lead out into a grassy garden. Two beds were also in the room - one at each side. My sister was sat on the floor in front of the TV; apart from the beds and the TV the room was empty. I threw myself down onto the bed at the right of the room and fell asleep, a nightmare following shortly after. It was dark outside- either early morning or late evening - and the soft yellow light from a street lamp was the only thing breaking the thick darkness created by the bare trees which were trailed down a long, steeply inclinded path. There was a wall opposite to the trail of trees and even long branches stetched out of each snicket. I stood very close to this wall as if waiting or just watching. A man wearing what appeared to be an illuminous green or yellow vest (like the type that are worn during marathons) was jogging down the street with quick pace. Dead leaves crunching softly beneath his feet. Rustle His head snapped up from the ground and he listened intently, but continued jogging, his pace slowing. Rustle He stopped, head turning to look at a branch which protruded from the wall Snap The twigs and loose branches strewn across the floor fell victim to the relentless dash of a clown donning yellow and white baggy clothing and a red wig. He produced a knife and embedded it into the helpless jogger's head. He screamed in agony before falling limply to the ground. Unmoving, I inspected the clown who stood staring at his lifeless victim. His right arm was shaped like a branch but it was difficult for me to distinguish whether or not he stuck a branch to his arm, or his arm was in fact, a branch. I suddenly grow more frightened as his gaze falls on me, a melevolent grin tugging at his ashen face. Hastily, I jumped and performed an impressive backflip right over the wall and dashed swiftly through a forest of bare, winter trees. I then woke up in the bed from before, and told my sister about the evil clown. Then I actually woke up feeling really confused...xD
Wednesday 27th May 2009 My cousin dealt me a swift kick to the chest. I recoiled and winced in pain.
Tuesday 26th May 2009 A man walked into his bedroom to find his wife sleeping with his best friend. His friend leaped from the bed, a toothy grin tugging at his features, while the wife clutched the blankets defensively towards her. "Sorry, wifie!" The man laughed as he stood next to his best friend, "I didn't realise you were busy in here."
Sunday 25th May 2009 "Please, ask Toby to do this favour for me. I really don't want to put anymore strain on our friendship." KK turned and started up the stairs in what appeared to be a small, peaceful village with rows of quaint houses accompanied by red tiled rooftops that stood silently, quite matching the solemnity of the defeated tone in the white, talking dog's voice. He hoisted his guitar over his shoulder as I watched him ascend the stairs that lead up to the thick of the small villages. I was then in a house which presumably belonged to 'Toby,' and indifferent to the fact I had walked into someone's home, I threw myself down onto a pile of blankets that had been thrown haphazardly onto the floor and I watched the doorway intently (as well as the guinea pig that had wandered happily across the floor) until someone emerged through the doorway from the dull, grey hallway. I donned denim jeans and jacket with a white shirt underneath that was decorated with black swirls which formed together to make a cross. My entire demeanor seemed to be nonchalant. As I watched the figure approach, I snaked my hands behind my head and smiled, "I've come to speak to Toby." The woman who was now staring back at me furrowed her eyebrows, nonplussed. But that soon changed when it made a swift transition to anger at the mere mention of the name. "Him!?" She spat, with a tone that could have threatened even the most impassive of people, "I just finished having a screaming match with him." That said, she turned heel and walked through a doorway and into the kitchen, her footsteps pounding in an obvious display of her displeasure. I rose to my feet as she stepped back out of the kitchen and out of the doorway she had first appeared, and I then walked in to the kitchen, emerging after a few minutes. The woman was now back in the room. "What were you doing in there?" She inquired irritably. "Err..." I struggled to find an answer I simply didn't have, "I was in there...leaving things as they should be." I smiled weakly. "Yeah, and you better have left my handbag 'how it should be,' too." She replied, not in anyway trying to mask any accusations. I laughed nervously. --------------------------------------------- [Fragment] Stage Fright Sunday 25th May 2009 Stood on a stage that stretched as far as the eye could see, I looked out apprehensively into the audience; the surrounding, white lights tearing painfully through my vision. Immediately, I found myself at the end of the stage, gazing down at a small flight of stairs and contemplated running.
Tuesday 19th May 2009 On a journey back home with my dad, we both sat on the top deck of a roofless double-decker bus. I stood, leaning daringly over the front and almost toppled out as the bus screeched to an abrupt halt on cue with the irritated beeping that arose from a small, speeding TJ Walsh bus as it raced past us near a roundabout. My courage unwavered, I continued standing and turning to my dad I asked, "So, we're going home now, right?" "No, we're going swimming." Came the reply. No! I thought, despairing over the lack of geography revision I had done for the exam. I don't have any time! As I said this, the bus encircled the roundabout which allowed me to get a good look at the gleaming clock tower. The black hands clearly reading quarter to eight. The face of the clock shone with a brilliant, bold yellow-orange gradient which was brightened by the dark blue evening sky. Despite this, we returned home and I angrily dashed out into a huge garden with houses opposite with cosy, warm yellow lights eminating from each window. I flopped down onto a wooden bench where my geography work lay and tears creeped from my eyes until the dam completely broke. I don't have time! I repeatedly chanted like a mantra, as I tried to lift up my work to throw it onto the ground. The unusual weight of it, however, prevented me from doing so; it was simply to heavy. Later, I found myself in the doorway of a dimly lighted bedroom. I saw a bed with white covers - plastic bags lay bundled together atop it, and there was a mirror that stretched the whole length of the wall opposite to where I was stood. From where I was standing I could see someone dressed in black, sat at the wall opposite the mirror -I could only see enough of the figure to conclude the he or she was sitting on a chair - but this person wasn't reflected in the mirror. I also heard a monotonous drone - the person was talking to me, but I couldn't decipher the words. And as if I couldn't, or wasn't allowed to step in to the room, I instead stood on tip toes to see if I could find a reflection but the bags on the bed seemed to grow and obscure my view with each new height that I reached. Suddenly, I felt a jolt in my chest and wheezed as pain struck it. I clasped at my chest screaming, "It feels like I'm being ripped apart!" Invisible hands wrapped roughly around my arm and clutched my top directly where the pain was and started to drag me into the room. I couldn't see them, but I could feel and sense them on me. Screams tore helplessly from my lungs. Uuugh...I have my geography exam today...: (
06.21.2010Vanessa's Movie (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID In the dream I followed a movie in which my classmate Vanessa was the main protagonist. It started by Vanessa leaving her house and walking down the street. It was a summer eveing and it began to get darker. Some names of any actors appeared on the "screen". While I saw it, I thought things like: "Why the heck do I dream about Vanessa. I don't have anything to do with her. I don't even know anything about here except her name." Then Kurt Russells name appeared and I abruptly was interested in that "movie". But then my alarm clock woke me up and I had to stand up.
Monday 18th May 2009[/B] "It's a new strain of the CIVB1 virus...It's CIVB2."
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