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I went to lay down and my ears were ringing very loudly. I fell asleep to some interesting hypnagogic images and strange concepts. It was about 1am. I was dreaming, but am unsure of what or for how long. I know that at about 2am the disabled man I work with overnight woke up and, as is his fashion, began breathing in and out of a harmonica and pacing the house.

dream/

I wake in a bed on the floor just like I normally do. I am about to get up and use the bathroom when a co-worker of mine peeks into the room and tells me it's time to get up. My client, "D" likes to go for van rides first thing in the morning. Irritated, I tell her that it is way to early to take d on a ride, and that it is against protocol to be up interacting for anything other than basic needs during sleeping hours. This is established to keep d from demanding rides and other play interactions at all times of the night, increasing the possibility that he become violent if things don't go his way at 4 in the morning. My co-worker informs me she only does this as a reward a couple of times a week. We argue back and forth for a few minutes and I hear D putting his shoes on. Irritated further by the sound of velcro straps I tell her I am going to make myself food first and d is going to have to wait. I go outside and reach into the glove box inside the van and grab 2 cellophane wrapped whole wheat ham wraps. As I'm walking back to the house I notice the facade looks like the front yard of the house I grew up in. D is running circles around things in the front yard and my co-worker is laughing. I comment that they should just keep doing this so I can go back to bed where I should be and walk into the house. I decide to go into the darkened utility room to prepare my food. I am planning on putting dressing on them, but as I open the wraps I realize that only 3 pieces of ham were on the wraps; no lettuce, tomato, nothing! Even more angry than before I start to put horseradish sauce and some funky cheese spread in a squirt bottle on the wraps. The cheese spread looks like someone took a block of cheddar and shoved it into the bottle and it began to break up. I begin wrapping the wraps in cellophane and they turn into triangle cut slices of cheddar and the sauce is all over my hands. I wrap them up tightly and hurry to the van in a terrible mood. 'It's too early for this shit' I think to myself. We ride around until almost sunrise in silence except for the harmonica. At some point I attempt to eat my saucy cheese slices but I can't get them unwrapped.

There is another long dream where I'm at a car dealership complaining about their virus software advertising. Then I'm running with an invisible partner through this crazy obstacle course. I fight some jerk in front of his friends and end up making him tap out to a sweet arm bar, and finally I get a ride in a truck to a place where my friends' stolen bikes are and take them to ABC bike shop, but the sun is just starting to rise and the shop is closed. I sit outside until the sun comes up and then wake for the day. I would write in more detail, but it's like 10 more pages and I just accidently erased my journal entry with those things in it's near entirety.

I had attempted, as I do most nights, to enter WILD at the very beginning of my sleep cycle by laying on my back. I began entering SP, which felt like I was electronically flickering in and out. There was a flash of white light through my whole body and I violently jerked. This, of course, woke me up and I decided to take my chances with dream induced techniques and maybe WBTB. I had a night full of fragmented dreams, false awakenings, ranging from Non-lucid to fairly controlled LD. My recall of the evening is poor. I remembered two parts of the evening, the first was one of this year's tasks which came to me slowly as I took the bus home from work. (by the way, I get paid to sleep, and thus to practice my lucidity skills) The other I didn't remember until some twelve hours later when someone asked me about the person I dreamed I was.

Non-Lucidlucid

Cretaceous/ Tertiary Mass Extinction
I'm in an office and know immediately that I am dreaming. I look to my right and tell a man in slacks, dress shirt and tie that we are about to witness a terrible asteroid collision that occurred tens of millions of years ago. The DC told me I was crazy as I watched the scenery around me shift to lush green outdoor. The sky was blue and cloudy. I had transported the office staff with me and we were standing in a field surrounded by trees, bushes, like the land at the edge of a forest. The DC's were hanging out happily as if it were some picnic in the park, some drinking from plastic cups. I tell the crowd to "Stop talking and witness the fall of the dinosaurs!" Someone said that we were just in the park and I thought about saying something like 'yeah, JURASSIC Park!'. but my better judgement prevailed. The cusp of a mass extinction is no laughing matter, I tell myself. I told them we were in the time of the dinosaurs, and someone asked why there were no dinosaurs. I looked around to see that, indeed, there was no dinosaur in sight. I looked into the skay to see the asteroid approaching.
"LOOK! IT COMES!" I shout.
The asteroid looked like the boulder from '...Temple of Doom' only much, much larger, and I watch it hit what looks to be a life sized lego jungle some distance away. Everyone but one guy gasped and ran away. The man ans I stayed behind to witness the devastation from afar for a moment before starting the journey to the epicenter of the collision.
As we neared the impact site more and more things were blown down and/or ablaze, and there was smoke, dust, debris surrounding us, getting thicker and thicker as we neared the impact crater. There was what I assumed to be a large protection bubble around us, keeping about 20 or so meters around us clear of any dangerous fallout and allowing us to actually see all of this.
The main impact crater was beginning to cool, it seemed, and when we reached the rim I became almost mad. I began to laugh and make the ground inside the crater rise like a mountain from the fiery hole. I willed the earth to glow hotter and hotter like white hot coals. My DC companion told me this made him uneasy and I laughed maniacally. I told him I would erect a fire mountain larger than anything on the planet, and he told me I'd gone mad. I screamed that nothing would survive but the blinding glow of my fire mountain, my "Tribute to the death of all life". I was unable to look at anything but the blinding glow of my massive formation. I began to lose control and everything became gradually more and more transparent looking. My DC companion calmly said
"You're pushing yourself too hard." That's all I remember.

I never actually saw the DC. Only felt his presence and heard his words in my head. I wonder if that was a DG. I've had what I thought were DG's before, and they only show up around important events like precogs and projections. Anyone have any thoughts?

The next thing I remember about my dreams was this evening. Someone asked me how my friend was doing. My friend has been missing for a few months now. He has been homeless now for around a year and has had a hard time finding and keeping steady work. Around Christmas he went to stay with his sister and was accused of stealing a bunch of expensive electronics just before he left from his sister's family. He adamantly denies doing this.

I'm in a house. The feelings are that of disease, distrust, loathing and pity. The house looks like it could be a modular home. Cookie cutter lower income family house. There is evidence of children and the place, while not a complete disaster, has the look about as if maybe only one person gives a damn about 5 people's worth of lazy. I'm standing at a counter and two women are talking. They are heavy set and familiar looking. A man walks by and makes a snide comment to me about keeping my hands off of things that don't belong to me. He's trying to be clever and hurtful but only succeeding at the latter.
I realize that I am my friend, and immediately I have access to more than just his vision. I can feel the balding, the color of his hair and eyes, the heavy center and belabored breathing. I/he feel guilty, because I know I stole the stuff. My sister has given me a second chance because I'm family and my brother in law wants to kick my ass out into oncoming traffic. I feel like I deserve it, but I'll never own up to what I've done. They have all agreed not to hold a grudge, but the brother in law just can't help himself.

The dream is unexciting and lonely, full of self pity, anger and fear.

I've been trying to Skydive off a skyscraper all month without success. I went out and split a beer with a friend, outlining basics for LD's. She asked me if I had skydived yet and I told her that I was going to be successful this evening . I went home, cozied on the couch with the television on and the volume low.

Dream/lucid dream

It is summer and I'm pallin' around with a few beautiful girls who were all infatuations of mine in my youth. I'm trying to figure out which young lady is interested in me. I want all of them, but don't want to ruin my chances of getting ahead with at least one by obviously playing the field. The whole day is spent swimming and walking in the woods, picnicing and playing games. The sun began to set and we head back to a cabin in the woods when I begin to realize that none of the girls are actually people I know. They identify as familiar people but look nothing like anyone I know intimately. I become confused and try to figure out what is 'wrong' with my situation, when the dream shifts me to a few hours later. I'm standing close to one of the ladies under the orange glow of street lights on what looks a lot like a Portland Max stop. ( the max is a public rail system) I lean in for a hug to say goodbye to the beautiful girl and I smell her hair. It's clean and dirty blond. The smell is familiar but as she pulls away in mild disapproval she looks like someone I know, not the someone I'm identifying her with. She tells me I had my chance and blew it long ago. I tell her I understand and apologize for my past transgressions, all the while attempting to figure out why things are strange. All of a sudden My three closest friends are there, making fun of me for striking out as the train pulls up. None of my friends look like they do in real life and I again am attempting to place the inconsistency. Before I do I'm transported to an hour later, when I'm exiting the Max. My girlfriend Kaitee is waiting in the parking lot of the steakhouse across the street from my apartment building. She's in our car and parked next to another vehicle. As I approach I notice that people are arguing with the guy inside the car next to mine. I ask Kaitee if she's safe and she says everything is fine, so I get in the car. Looking around I notice the neighborhood is strange and again begin to question why things are so inconsistent. Before I can come to a conclusion, the guy next to us is running away and one of the other men shoots at him. We drive off, afraid for our safety and Begin to drive up a strange winding hill. The moon is full and shining brightly through the trees. I begin to question things as Kaitee becomes some guy I don't know. He hands me a small dog and drops me off at the foot of a creepy mansion. I climb one handed up to the third floor and onto a balcony, where I let the dog go. The dog runs into what I assume is a hotel room and I again become confused as to how it was possible to climb up with a dog in my arms. The room has vaulted ceilings and gold leaf on everything. There is expensive art and antiques everywhere in the room. There is a privacy screen where a woman is changing. Before I can resolve my confusion the woman sees me and begins to scream. I explain I'm looking for the owner of the dog and she calms down. I still leave quickly, afraid of being arrested. Realizing I left the dog I decide to go into the lobby on the first floor and search for the missing mutt. As I find the dog I begin to question how the dog came to be on the first floor lobby when I left it in someone's room on the third floor only moments ago. The dream changes. I'm with the girls again, and this time one of them is extremely interested. She sits facing me on the couch. Straddling me we begin to kiss. I take off her shirt, she has very sensitive nipples. I begin to wonder why she is so hypersensitive to my every touch. I want it badly but cannot continue until I cle3ar up my confusion and the dream shifts again. I'm in a house at work. The house is strange and I'm examining every room for some sign of familiarity. I feel so close now to the explanation for why things are off and when I enter a room I'm standing on a ledge, high in the clouds. There a towers made of shotgun shells. The shells are pastel blue and red, gold and white strips at a diagonal separate the colors. The towers stretch into infinity it seems and the are breathtaking. I begin to wish I could tell someone what I was seeing so they could paint it for me. I start to think I would have to be able to come back to this dream in order to properly explain the place to someone in my waking life, as my memory would end up explaining some pale comparison of these wonderful towers. I have unconsiously made the connection I'm dreaming, but still not actively aware or lucid. This confuses me so I look closer at the towers and notice I'm in a hallway and the towers are books. I don't recognize any of the titles or the room I'm in, which in my mind is still the house I work in, and it dawns on me...
...I'm dreaming! I now know why I've been so confused, and begin laughing hysterically at how well my mind tricked me away from lucidity so successfully. I also notice the sun is going down, closing the end of my second day dreaming. I use the computer at my dream job a bit and talk with a few dream employees before sitting down to watch some TV. I feel very strong in the dream so I'm just letting things go a bit. I sleep in my dream and awake to go for a bike ride with friends and eat lunch. I'm jumping my Tallbike all over the place and my friends are amazed at my skills. I go back to work and sit down to watch TV when I realize how boring this LD is. I think to myself, I'm sleeping on the couch with the TV on in thew background and dreaming lucidly of sitting on the couch watching TV. That is a collosal waste of an LD. I ignore the other people in the room and decide I'm going to fly. I jump up to take off Goku style and remember that usually I have to just jump and get floating first. I am immediately successful and fly up through the roof and into a building next to me. It is a huge office building with glass dividers between everything and white tile floor. I fly around a bit and get bored with aimlessly flying, so I go back to my "work house" I try to think of what I want to do next and remember I've been trying to skydive off a skyscraper for the Monthly advanced task on the forum and fly back up through the roof. This time it feels like my flight battery is low because I'm getting stuck in the roof and having to climb my way up and out of the structure. I experience the same thing at the corporate building. The tiles are breaking into large white scrabble tiles and I have to swim through them and finally I end up on the roof. I think about how many of the people describe jumping off of a building and falling, but no one has actually "skydived" off of a building. I decide I'm going to do a proper base jump, but first I needed a cheering section. I begin to conjure the sounds of people on the street. Weakly I hear 4 or five people cheering "one hundred" disjointedly. I think down to the ant sized people below that they need to cheer my name and within a few moments there is a tremendous group of civilians cheering 'Bri-AN, Bri-An Bri-AN'! I look down and realize it's far and scary. I check for a parachute to find there is none. I think real hard about it and check again. Still no parachute. I look down and think, I'm not going to have the courage to jump. I know I'm only dreaming, but it is still hard to actually throw myself off of a skyscraper. I decide to steel myself to the task, and figure my parachute IS there, it's just an invisible dream parachute. With that I jump. Hurtling downward and like a heavy leaf, swaying back and forth in the wind I fall and fall. My arms and legs spread out to stabilize my body in the wind. I reach my right hand to touch the top of my head and put my left hand near the small of my back to check my stability before I pull off, which is proper technique for ensuring you are stable enough to deploy your 'chute. I pull the cord on my left with my right hand inches from the ground and immediately go shooting back up into the sky. I pulled to low to float down slowly and my invisible 'chute is fast and responsive. I stall the 'chute just before hitting the ground a second time and roll as I hit to ensure I don't hurt myself. I'm ecstatic. As I gather my invisible 'chute, which is now very real, the same colors as the shotgun towers, I see my friends all waiting to congratulate me. The sun had come up on my 4th day in dream as I was skydiving.

I open my eyes on the couch and say out loud, 'I DID IT' before closing my eyes again.
I open my eyes on the couch at the work house and think, 'Man, I'm still lucid! what should I do now?'

There is a knock at the door;
"U.S. Census, anybody home?"
Time to wake up.

I guess a fitting place to start would be the time I mastered flying. I was working two jobs on opposite ends of town and had just enough time for a 10 minute nap if I caught all of the lights. I looked at the clock and then proceeded to lay on my back and close my eyes.

I felt as if I was looking through my eyelids at the ceiling, which is typical for me in the beginning of a wild dream. I thought 'there is no way I'm already dreaming' and began to float up into the air. My perspective didn't change, only the feeling of laying on the bed was replaced with a feeling of awkwardly floating some 3 feet above while still looking out through closed eyes. I decided to continue floating and my perspective cut to me standing in a strange kitchen. I felt normal, but was very small. There was now no question in my mind I was dreaming. Excited, I decided to move about the room and play with changing my size. As I changed my size, aspects of the room and the physics involved in movement did also. I ran and leaped, gliding quickly across the room, almost hitting a table fairly hard. (it is worth noting that up until this point, I was an atrocious flyer in my dreams, and trying almost certainly caused me to smash into things or lose lucidity) I continued to practice my takeoffs and landings for awhile, and when I mastered this I began to hover just inches from the ground. I began spinning and decided to continue spinning faster and faster. Faster and faster I spun until I shot up and out into space, traveling at what I can only assume was the speed of light, as my being had become as a single point. I shot across limitless spans of time and space in what was akin to being the universe's smallest, fastest comet until I just stopped in a beautiful nebula. I was warm, slowly floating in place. I felt safe and at peace. I thought 'this is what it must feel like in the womb' and as I did the space dimmed out and I was laying on my back looking out through my eyelids at the ceiling. I opened my eyes and was awake.

I looked at the clock; a single minute had passed.

For the past 4 nights I've been keeping a dream journal and improving my dream recall and reading up on all this lucidity info in hopes I'd eventually obtain it.

So last night before I went to bed I was sure to check a digital clock 3 or 4 times as a 'reality check'. My dream started out normal (as normal as they get :/ ) and after dreaming for about 30 minutes (it's kinda hard to keep track of time..) it transitioned so that I was in my kitchen. Remembering the whole reality check, I looked at the clock on the microwave. '8:46'. I look away, and look again: '8:47'. Looked away then immediately back: '8:48'. One more time: '8:49'.

To my surprise I didn't really start freaking out about going lucid and realizing I was in a dream. It felt somewhat natural. I read on here that people often instantly start trying to do stuff like flying and get excited and waking up. When reading stories on here I always told myself first time I got lucid I would play it cool, and not try anything. So with this discovery that I was sleeping I was up on my feet and walking around outside. It felt as if there was absolutely no air resistance around me, and I could move so freely. It felt amazing.!!

Perhaps I need more practice with dream recall, or more practice being lucid, but my memory started drifting away on what happened once being lucid. I felt myself started to wake up, so I started rubbing my hands and spinning. It worked, but I think that was the end of my dream. Afterwards I think I just sort of dream-lessly slept. I don't even remember waking up, but I did do like 5 reality checks to make sure it wasn't an FA. lol

So hopefully I'll be able to become lucid again, and next time I'll do something cool like flying, telekinesis, or banging someone. :]

In one of the dreams, I was being chased by some dog. I was with EL. We were in some giant fields. There were many rickety old fences. The grass was a luscious green, and the fences a bright brown.

The dog that was chasing us was brown. This other blonde dog was sort of defending us. As the brown dog chased us, the blonde one sort of blocked it and chased after it. I was scared.

We ended up at some random ranch. At this point I was alone. At what was apparently the back of the ranch, there was a giant pen of goats. I noticed that a few of them were red, blue, and green.

Then MA was with me. She sort of toured me around the ranch. We talked a lot. Eventually we ended up in her "house" on the ranch. It was a small but cozy building.

In another dream, I was at some library. I was walking around with a bunch of people from class. As I passed by the shelves, I noticed that there were many video games. I particularly saw lots of Sims titles, and a bunch of these Horsez games (they're meant for kids, like 8 year olds xD).

Then I was somewhere with SA. We were listening to her ipod, which was pink. As she was flipping through the songs I noticed that there were a lot of Fleetwood Mac songs. At the end I was listening to part of one, but I noticed it had a different name on the ipod. Then the dream ended.

I also recall a fragment of me trying to buy something. I was looking through my wallet desperately trying to find two toonies, but I couldn't find one. Eventually I found one.

I also have something about school, pottery, doctor, and french written down, but I can't remember it.

I started off as a Sith leader. We were outside a huge city. I was leading a whole platoon of Stormtroopers into the city to take it over. We waited in silence for my command(let the record show, I was taking this city over in a non-lucid dream fragment once, but failed).
"NOW!" I commanded. We all started the invasion. A large mass of Rebels were waiting in the city. The battle had begun. Man by man, one after another, each Rebel fell. We were totally owning them. We gunned them down one by one. We had hardly lost anyone. Then, there was a large explosion, and I dropped my lightsaber. So, I picked up a blaster pistol from one of my fallen soldiers. I blasted my way through tons of Rebels. Finally, I found my lightsaber, and it was go time. I started to chop down Rebels like a lawn mower against grass.

Then, Luke Skywalker had joined the battle. I caught up to him, and it was a duel to the death. We bashed our lightsabers for a long time. Then, I finally hit Luke. I jumped high in the air, then came down thrusting my lightsaber right through Luke's chest. He collapsed to the ground dead. We had taken the main part of the city. The Rebels were surrendering, so we rounded them up. And we cleaned our way through the city. I went onto a platform. It was actually a battling platform. Then, a spirit came down from the sky. It was a woman. A burning woman. She summoned a fire snake, and disappeared.
"Holy s***..." I said. The fire snake attacked, and I defended myself. It took a crap load of dodges and stabs to win, but I finally killed the fire snake.
"D***, can't believe I beat that thing." I said. Then, I noticed something about this place. I RCed, and became lucid. Then, I decided to check out how the mission was going. I went into a theater. I saw my friend Isaiah. Well, I was already lucid, but I RCed again anyway. I pinched my nose shut, and I could still breathe! Now I was even more lucid! I did the hand check too. I had no pinky, but I had another thumb in place of my pinky. So, I decided to do the spinning method. I did, then I opened my eyes, and I was in my bed...awake. Aw...so close. But I'm just happy I even had an LD. One more MILD to the list!

I started off in a large forest. I was a small squad of American soldiers. We were in World War Two...oddly. So, we had some out of date weapons. I had a Thompson though, which was considered a nice gun in WWII. So, as we were walking through the forest, we were suddenly ambushed by Nazis.
"Get to cover!" our commander shouted. There was a nearby ditch(probably part of a creek). We hopped in. We were massively pinned down by the fire.
"We need to find a way to flank them." the commander said. We sat in the ditch waiting.
"We can't sit down here forever." I said. Then, the commander did something surprising.
"CHARGE!!!!!!!!!!!" he shouted. That was an insane idea, but we did as we were told. We hopped out of the ditch screaming and firing. Instantly, a shower of bullets rained down upon the German Nazis. They quickly fell without a fight. Not too many remained. We all split up, and took cover among the trees. I saw a small group of three Nazis. I jumped out and gunned them down. Then, I saw another German out of the corner of my eye.
"Oh s***." I said. He reacted a bit quicker than me. I ran out of the way as he fired, but little did I know, he had a buck-shot. A small spritz of bullets hit my shoulder, and I collapsed to the ground with shrieks of agony. Then, the German was mowed down by my fellow soldiers. They got me up on my feet. I was a-okay. We had won the battle too. So, we went out and celebrated all night. I was not lucid in this dream, because none of my dream signs were present.

First post in my new DJ. God, I hope I'm using this right.

16.06.2010

Flying Broomsticks. (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Wow. I need to start writing my DJ as soon as I wake up. No matter.

After doing something inside of a house, I leave to go outside. There is something about Harry Potter going on. I grab my broom and try to fly away. I fail. Soon somebody comes to watch me. They doubt I can actually fly. I jump up, and land on top of a fence. "Watch this" I say. I jump off the fence, I don''t quite fly but I manage to glide down slowly. The person is amazed. Suddenly I remember how to fly. The same way I fly in most of my flying dreams, including the ones from my childhood. I get a nice fast running start and jump up. I go soaring into a gray-white sky. Behind my the house shrinks very rapidly, the areas around it are misty and vague. I try to turn around but I can't. I become lucid for a reason I have yet to find out. Without RCing I turn my broom around and head back towards the house. I land, and think of a dream goal to accomplish. I decide to try to go through an object. I go up to the car parked at the house and try to put my hand through it. Bump. I remind myself that this is a dream, and that I can do anything. I concentrate and push my hand against the metal. I get woken up by thunder. Darn, because I was thinking pretty nicely in that dream. Oh well.

And another more personal dream I wont be sharing

NOTES

I am on the bus, and someone stole my right boot, and replaced it with someone else's left boot. WTF.

It's so mundane, and somewhat realistic, I never get lucid.

***

frag

sex dream. can't really remember it.

So, dreams from the past 3 or so days.
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~I'm some kind of underground tunnel with a group of people. It's part of a big maze-like thing. One person keeps saying we should go a certain way, and another person keeps arguing with them.

~Me and my friend are bowling in the middle of a road.

~I'm in what looks like a big arcade, with people's names all over the sides of the games. One of them is supposed to have my name on it, but it says "Yaylor" instead of "Taylor." Tiger was there, and he dragged me over to one of those dancing games where you have to step on the arrows. That was actually kind of fun.

~Walking through a big store with a little girl and her mom. Someone from my school comes up and starts talking about Norwegian babies.

~I'm in a church, and there are mimes walking around giving cheesecake to people. I go back into a kitchen and try to sneak a slice. I get some, almost drop it, and run out. Then there was a white fox and a black wolf following me. The fox tried to eat my cheesecake.

15/06/2010 & 16/06/2010

I am walking around a city at dusk. I go between a cluster of big old apartment building and go into a small shack. It turns out to be a big building and a dance party inside. There are flashing lights everywhere.
There are some DDR machines on the side, and after doing one dance I realize I am better than some of the "professionals" here.

***

I am in my room. As usual I climb out of my window and while climbing down try to make a hidden blade appear on my left hand. It works only half. The bracer is too see-through and the blade itself is too short. The scene changes to one that slightly reminds me of Jerusalem streets in AC.

Sorry for the size
I go out testing my hidden blade on random DCs and am a bit surprised that it actually works.

***

A fragment of me ripping off a huge poster and crumpling it into a ball. I throw it to the ground and now there is a huge crumpled paper on the ground. I think that I should try setting it on fire. I snap my fingers near the ball and see with unusual vividness (and slowness too, actually) how sparks from my snap fly, how a fire forms and catches on the ball quickly enveloping the whole paper in flames. Imagine this in slow-motion, cause that's how I saw it and see it before my eyes now. I think while looking at the ball of fire, that this just maybe could count as the task of the month, since I remembered about it straight after performing pyrokinesis.

***

I am in my grandma's garden. I am chasing someone with the intention of killing. (Goddess knows why...) Anyways...
So I'm running down to the forest part, materializing the hidden blade on the way. I see the guy and now that I'm closing up on him. He is now over the fence. I jump on the fence and from there, jump on the guy and push the blade through his neck from behind.

***

Some more fragments involving trying to materialize the hidden blade.

I THINK I may have met a dream guide (non lucid), or simply a quirky character.

Dream Guide
He was standing on a street corner underneath a lamp post where the sidewalk and streets were all cobblestone. He wore a rain coat of sorts and besides that I couldn't really see his face or remember it, but he was telling a story of a dream of his, which was about Jesus.

He spoke like a stand up comedian, or a teacher. His dream, that he was talking about went like this, starting off with advice: "Don't write down any dreams about Jesus unless you get permission. One time I had a dream and I had no idea it was Jesus, I was in a single room office (or something) and my head was too big to get into the door, and it was hitting the pipes, but he told me his name was James Charleston (can't exactly remember the name but the initials were indeed JC). I felt like were were just in this room with the thinnest barrier from the outside world in the middle of the dessert. and I was looking all around the room for dream signs, at the table and floor and walls, but I didn't notice a woman holding a child, and when i realized what I saw and who they were I realized 'Holy shit!' I'm dreaming"

Crazy Guy
I was in my basement trying to take off the door that leads into my basement from the back porch. The door was black without windows. (real door is brown with 9 square windows on the top half). As I was taking that door off outside I heard someone yell "Don't water my lawn!" and I recognized that voice from another dream before.
I tried to lock the second door that leads to the outside, but i couldn't because part of it was bent that didn't allow it to close. Somehow it repaired itself (I should have said WHOAH IM DREAMING!) I eventually noticed a third lock on my door (another whoah im dreaming! but didn't). I finally locked it and put the black door up against the other one.

At that point a man was looking into the window of the locked door. He had a big dirty beard and a very wrinkly face. I tried to hide behind the black door but he saw me somehow... as if it were transparent and pointed right at me.

I woke up feeling pretty creeped out.

This is my first dream journal entry that I've ever posted to any sort of public domain, I'm a bit apprehensive about it (for the fact that dreams are, quite literally, very personal) so please any positive feedback that you feel might help me in my pursuit of obtaining lucidity on a regular basis; would be greatly appreciated.

And i'm not certain as to the appropriate length for a public dream journal entry, let me know if this is too long.

The dream began with me sitting in my classroom, where I was on the computer researching lucid dreaming (I know you may think that something like that would a clear dream sign, but I actually do that quite often in the waking world). I proceeded to get up from my computer and walk over to my teacher, I couldn't understand what she was saying when she spoke to me though. It was some sort of audio that sounded like normal English, if it were to be put in slow motion and played underwater that is.

I accepted this strange speech as normal and went back to my computer; where instead of lucid dreaming research on the screen as it was previously, there was now Latin grammar reviews and vocabulary (and I know you may think that's another dream sign, but I'm studying Latin right now too; so that's actually pretty normal for me as well). Even though they say reading is supposed to be extremely difficult in dreams, all of the text was clear and legible; even the smallest of print. For some reason I just spent a large amount of time re-formatting these documents on Microsoft Word for some strange, unknown reason. But even though I was dreaming, and many sources say that computers and their programs should not work well (or whatsoever) in dreams, all the programs and mechanics were essentially the same as they would be in the waking world.

I then looked out the window were I saw ambulances and police cars circling the building at extremely high speeds, while blaring their sirens and lights at what seemed like "full blast" (I say 'what seemed like,' for i don't think there is any other setting on them other than 'on'). They just seemed much louder than they normally would be. This is when I looked over to my left and on the computer adjacent to me was my friend, who told me about a party she was having later that night and that she wanted me to come. I remember her voice, but not so much her face; I'm not even sure if in the dream she had a face, but that's somewhat beside the point. She said that her friend was the one handling the invitations, and that she would tell her to give me and my friends one each. This is when her friend, who looked of some sort of Asian decent and basically your everyday stuck up high school prep. Tossing the invitation on my shoulder (as my back was turned to her due to the fact that I was on the computer) she wrinkled her nose at me in disgust and said : "It's a formal party so you'd better dress better than everybody else!" She then gave the same look of disdain to each of my friends as she handed them the same invitations. She handed these invitations to my friends who had not previously been there; aka they must've materialized there when I turned my back or something (I'm not sure when though). These friends were strange though (apart from their materialization), as I'm not actually friends with them in the waking world; and many of them I haven't seen in years regardless of my disconnection with them.

We all just laughed as the judgmental, superficial mess of a girl walked away with her false-piousness. We each looked down and read the invitations; the text of which was morphing and changing in some strange way (even though I was looking directly at it, and from what I understand from my research it normally changes when you look away) that I wasn't able to read a single bit of it (ohhh that brought me back to my drugs using days hahaha).

Suddenly, me and all these "friends," if you'd be so inclined as to call them that, were in a desert canyon landscape; an extremely close comparison would be the grand canyon region, but instead of a large hole (as the grand canyon is) the landscape was littered with a enormously grand variety of desert plateaus. There was a single two-lane road in this wilderness, that me and this group of friends were walking along the side of; specifically, about a foot or two to the right of the road. And where the sun was brightly shining through the windows while I was in the classroom, the moon now dominated the canvas of the night sky now that I was in this desert. I then noticed that me and all these friends I was with, were wearing brand-new designer suits; as if we had just came from the store after buying them.

After walking along for a minute or so, we came to a bridge; were there was no shoulder or side walk to walk on, just the two lanes and side rails. (This next part I didn't write in my paper journal, as I didn't have room to fit it in and I've only just remembered it) When we were about to cross the bridge, a car had came across and stopped on the bridge; there were some Mexican gangsters driving it, and they were looking for a fight. Were in the waking world I would gladly stand my ground and throw fists (I train almost everyday, and I find MMA quite... fun ), in this dream world all my friends ran down into the ravine that the bridge was crossing over; seeing how five knife and/or gun wielding against just myself didn't seem like an extremely advisable decision, I ran as well.

Going further down into the chasm that the bridge was built over, we came to a gap that the only way to the other side, was to jump. And I knew that in order to get where we were going (my friend's formal party), we would have to get to that other side. This split was about six to seven feet across, and looking up the bridge was now about thirty to forty feet above our heads at this point. The first of my friends began a running start and leaped over the edge, he made it. The second friend did the same, and with a bound he cleared the distance as well. It was now my turn, I looked for a suitable place to land and saw a rock ledge that was a bit lower and closer than the rest of the opposing edge. I saw that there was something on this ledge though, it was a shirt that I own in the waking world; it's a maroon button up, collared shirt with an impressionist's style skull adorning an Indian chief's headdress on the back side. The shirt was lying on the stone in such a way that I could clearly see this image of the Indian skull from where I was standing. This seemed a bit ominous to me, so I chose a ledge that was a bit higher, and a little farther away. I ran and leaped over the chasm, and surprisingly with relative ease. The friend who had jumped after me though, decided to jump on the ledge were my shirt was; he jumped, he landed, and the ground broke into pieces as his feet hit the clothe. He fell down into the void and broke his leg, the rest of us proceeded to laugh (which is not customary as I'm a very empathetic individual). The fallen friend exclaimed from the bottom: "There was algae! I slipped on that log!" At this we all just rolled our eyes, for we knew there was no log, and that there was no algae anywhere in this environment.

We left this ill-fortuned comrade in the chasm, and proceeded on toward the party; as we refused to be late. Walking along we saw the building, we were atop a hill that, and at the bottom (about one-hundred yards away) we could see the lights and hear the music from inside the structure. We began to walk down this hill which was at about a 45 degree incline. When walking down the incline, the ground gave way beneath our feet; after which we commenced to tumble down the hill. So we rolled and rolled down the hill for approximately ninety yards. When we reached the bottom, we had reached our destination.

Once inside the building, I saw that despicable girl who'd given us the invitations and another girl who was my friend but one who I haven't seen in over a year; along with many, many other guests dancing and conversing inside. My friend (whom I'm not quite sure if she was the one who invited me, or if she just so happened to be friends with that friend as well) became angry with me and my group, she harshly inquired: "Why don't you look like us?!" Confused, I look at my party and assume shes talking about how our clothes are somewhat tattered from the tumble; but then I looked around. I noticed that everybody was wearing blue jeans and/or semi-casual clothing; that snobby prep had lied to us about the formal dress of the party. She thought (or at least I knew that she thought that while I was dreaming) that we were attempting to "out do" everyone at the party. That superficial girl from the beginning of my dream just looked at me with a satisfied smirk.

Then, my alarm woke me up.

in this dream i was at some place that had wooden walls and floors and really looked pretty nice. a bunch of people were in this room for a baby shower, my brother lucas and israel were going to sabotage the shower. I was with them also. but as they started to, i left so i didn't get in trouble. the next time i saw them they were sitting in another room peeling potatoes. I told them "here give me that and I will peel some.

I then found myself insome kind of elevator that was completely made out of wood also, and it was pretty nice. Someone from the party came in there and i was standing there and it started to move down. i started lifting into the air and turned upside down and stood on the ceiling as the person just stood there normally. I should have become lucid at that point but i didnt'.

I then found myself at church and i walked into the sanctuary. i looked into the first pew closest to the front on the left side of the room and a friend i had gone to school with, mitch williams was there. I asked himhow he was and he said good. He looked pretty aged though.

Thats all I remember of my dream