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Originally Posted by ElsiaStar

regular dreams: 6-18-09

I remember bits and pieces of a bunch of dreams I had last night.

Breaking In

In one of them, I was breaking into one of the houses down the street from mine because I was bored and I thought it would be fun. So I broke into the house and started wondering around. But then one of the neighbors noticed that I had broken into the house and came inside after me. I kept finding places to hide, like behind a shower curtain. I didnt get caught.


Simpsons

Heres another dream. I was at some kind of store like Lowes or Home Depot or something and I was by a cash register. Bart Simpson was in front of me and Lisa Simpson was in back of me. We were in line to get our teeth checked. Me and Bart just had to get this stuff sprayed on our teeth and we were done. Lisa, however, had to get her teeth pulled and kept complaining. Thats pretty much all that happened.


Wheelchair

And yet another dream... I was in my 7th grade art class and had Mrs. Mohr as a teacher. For some reason, I was in a wheelchair and everyone felt bad for me. Thats pretty much it.


Cheerleading

In another dream... there were these 3 girls practicing cheerleading across the street from my house. One of them fell and broke their leg so I filled in for her. One of my friends dads(i think it was Danielle's dad) teached me how to do a bunch of flips and stuff. But a couple minuets later, the injured cheerleader showed up and said she was fine and started limping while doing cheers.


Weatherwoman

And.... I had a dream that my mom was filling in for a sick weatherman. She did so horrible telling the weather but I didn't tell her that. She kept messing up..


Fragment

I know there was one other dream that I was in another one of my old classes... I dont remember which one.. and I had to write something.. I think... I dont remember. Well I am proud of myself for remembering this many dreams.

Originally Posted by ElsiaStar

regular dream: 6-17-09

This dream was pretty vivid. I drank apple juice before going to bed, thinking it would helpmy dreams become clearer.

Fragments
I had 2 dreams last night but I only vaguely remember one about taking some sort of driving test where we had to drive around this cliff and stuff and I did pretty bad.

Visiting Another Country

I remember a lot more about the second dream. I was about to travel to another country. My friends mom gave me a water bottle and I drank half of it before the water turned this murky color so she gave me another one. Thats really random.. anyways so I dont remember how I got there but I traveled to a different country, Africa or something. It was a desert like area, hot and dry. I became friends with this brown haired, pale skinned 14 year old girl. After we got to know eachother, she asked me if I wanted to marry her and showed me a list of about nine people she had already married. "If you're only 14 and you've already married 9 people, how many more people are you going to marry throughout your life?" I asked. "Alot," she replied. Oviously, I politely refused to marry her. Later, it was time for dinner. All the people in the village got into about 3 lines in front of a pool of water. You could choose either a chicken leg or a chicken arm from the pile under the water. I made a disgusted face, but realized that these people are usd to living this way. So I picked up a chicken arm and went to sit by my friend. She told me the arms don't taste that good, so I gave my chicken arm to this older, african american girl who looked like she needed it. Later, the head person of the village announced that people were after them. He wanted me to leave and stay safe, but I refused, after all I had come to the village to help the people out. "I don't get hurt," I told him, because I was Elsia Star. He agreed to let me stay. But thats all I could remember from that dream..

Originally Posted by ElsiaStar

regular dream: 6-16-09

I cant remember that much. I didnt sleep that well.

Fire Drill Fragment

I dreamt that I was on a field trip and we went to a hotel. Then after awhile, someone realized that we had stayed there way too long so they pulled a fire alarm to get everyone out and onto the bus. Then my friend Katelyn sat by me on the bus and it was so bumpy I fell out of my seat and people were staring at me. Thats all I remember..

Originally Posted by ElsiaStar

regular dream entry from 6-15-09

I just woke up and its 4:00am. I am trying the WBTB method but I can't remember any dreams from this night...
Later... I didnt have an LD. All I remember from my dreams was my arm being cut open and it looked like the inside of a stomach. It was a good chance to do a reality check but I missed it.

Originally Posted by ElsiaStar

regular dream: 6-12-09

Jumping Off Buildings to Criss

I had a dream that me and my dad went to Las Vegas and stayed in this really old, creepy house. I got freaked out because I kept hearing strange noices. I was so scared that when my dad said he had to get something form the basement, I begged him not to leave me alone. He went anyways.. So I left the house and decided to look for Criss Angel. Since he has a show called Believe, which I've seen in real life, I decided to go to the building were his show was in hopes that he would be there. On the way to the building, I would fly up to the top of buildings and jump off them just for fun. I even jumped off the Stratophere(the tallest tower in the midwest). Anyways, when I finally got there, it was a huge cream colored building(instead of the Luxor hotel where his show is in real life) that had a banner on it with the name of Criss's show. All of a sudden, a helicopter headed towards the building and prepared to land on top of it. I was sure that Criss was in it becuase tons of his fans suddenly started cheering and taking pictures of it. I got out my camera because I wanted to show my mom a picture of him, but the camera started changing forms, and soon the lense had disappeared. I didn't know what to think of it. Thats all I remember of that dream..



For some reason, I always have dreams where I am flying or jumping off buildings. They are rarely LDs, though.

I've heard rumors about my girlfriend's family's shady dealings. They are heavily involved with illegal genetic engineering. I was chosen to go undercover and expose their operation. Armed with an old cowboy revolver stuffed in the back of my pants, I accompanied my girlfriend to their yearly family reunion. My mission was to lay low and mingle until my team arrives and gives me the signal to take them down. Unfortunately, that plan went sour, fast. I underestimated how boring this whole thing was going to be.

Halfway through the party, I snuck out of the banquet hall to get a break from all the stupid family reunion games. I followed the sound of some bumpin' music to a hidden back room. Lights flashed on the stage, as strippers danced and worked their poles. I took a seat in the front row, and struck up a conversation with one of the girls. She explained to how panties had gone out of style, replaced by fishnet stockings. No one wore panties anymore, these days.

As exciting as the conversation was, I had responsibilities back in the reunion, so I excused myself to leave. On my way out, the bouncer stopped me. Apparently I had forgotten to pay the girl for our time together. I took a bunch of money out of the ATM to pay, but soon realized it was all $1 bills. I couldn't find any $20s in the stack. I felt bad digging through my wallet like this, like it cheapened my new friendship with this girl. Finally, I just gave her the whole stack of bills in my wallet, receipts and all.

As I made my way back to the reunion, I heard gunshots. I ran into the hall to see everyone huddled on the floor, hostages to a single man with a gun. I didn't want any part of this. I didn't care what these people were involved with, it wasn't worth my life. The man started shooting me, but instead of bullets, his gun shot liquid, like a squirt gun. I knew the liquid was a genetic mutagen. It would turn me into a monster if it hit me. I dodged his shots, while fumbling with the safety on my gun. My gun had three modes. One that would speed up time for the target, one that would shoot bullets, and a safety. The revolver rotated like a dial, setting the mode. I couldn't get it to work, and was afraid I woul hurt myself. Finally, exasperated, I gave up. This was all too weird. Why the hell was I here to begin with? I didn't even know these people.

As I stood confused, looking at the sea of hostages, I recognized one girl as my old neighbor from childhood. She reminded me of the genetic engineering lab in the attic, and promised to show me the terrors it held. I followed her up a hatch to the secret lab, hoping for some answers.

The lab looked suspiciously like a laundry room. I could see a load of laundry tumbling in the dryer. She opened the door to stop the machine, but the clothes didn't stop moving. The half dry load of socks and tee shirts started undulating like something terrible was buried beneath. I fumbled with my gun, trying to get it set to bullets mode. The menacing pile of clothes flopped out of the dryer. It started to slither and undulate towards me threateningly. The clothes fell away from the monster, revealing..... a cute little blue turtle and a brown bunny rabbit. They looked like little lovable Pokemon. My neighbor screamed, "Kill it! Kill them quickly!" I aimed my gun and fired at the turtle. A white light flashed, and the turtle started running in circles in fast motion. Comically fast, like an old Charlie Chaplin movie. I looked at my gun, and saw it was set to "A.H.M." which I knew stood for "A Haste Mode."

This was too much. I looked around for anything that would help this all make sense. My father climbed up from the attic ladder. He would know what to do. Relieved, I ran to him and gave him the gun. I told him how much I hated it, because I couldn't get it to work properly. I had been scared all night that it would go off in my pants and accidentally shoot someone. He took it from me, and it immediately went off accidentally in his hand. I felt the concussion from the shot, and knew he had hit me. I looked down at my body to see where I was had been shot.

I was naked. Completely naked. When did that happen?! My father said my front teeth looked chipped. Maybe he shot me in the face. I looked in a nearby mirror, but my teeth looked fine. This was too obvious for me. Suddenly naked? Chipped teeth? I immediately became lucid.

My father kept blabbing on about how he grew up in this house, reminiscing. I knew he was just trying to distract me back into the dream. He explained how he used to sneak out of the house using this attic window. I looked out the window, and saw we were high above a city, at the top of a high rise building. The city was lit up in the night , and I could see car's headlights whizzing along the street below. "This is a perfect opportunity to fly." I said, as I climbed out the window. I hovered out over the lit up city, and then sped off to do a few exhilarating laps around the block. It was a huge relief after the stressful dream. I returned to the window, and tried to convince my dad to come flying with me. He was scared of the height, and clung fearfully to the window. I left him behind, and descended to the street below.

My mother and brothers were on the street, looking for a restaurant. They wanted to bring some takeout food back to their hotel room. I tried to convince them this was all a dream, but they wouldn't even talk about it. I grabbed my mom's hand, telling her to get a running start, then jump and fly. We jumped together. My mom fell back to the ground normally, but I hovered for a brief second before landing. I gave up on trying to convince them, and decided I wanted to run and feel the motion and speed. I took off running, but my body was clumsy. I remembered what the Wii Fit video game had said about using your whole foot when you run or walk. I tried that, but it just made me feel like I was marching in place. A jogger ran past me as I stumbled along. Cars were driving past me on the street, their headlights approaching at crazy speeds, making me feel even slower. I thought for a second that running in a dream would be great practice for a marathon runner. I could really feel the rhythm of my pace, and could tell exactly what muscles I was using in my legs and feet.

My alarm wakes me up. I switch it off, then lie still to try and recall my dream. I have memories of a long, involved dream about a luncheon with President Bush, and run-ins with law enforcement. My memories become very vivid, and I am back in the dream.

I stand on Main Street in my hometown, lucid and aware. A police officer is walking down the street towards me. I know I should wake myself up to keep from sleeping in, but I am curious to see what he has to say. He approaches, and asks, "Sir, what is that?" I look down at what I am holding, and reply, "It is a samurai sword." He asks smugly, "Do you have a permit for that?" I answer him, "A dream permit for my dream samurai sword? Are you kidding?" He looks confused, so I continue, "Do I need a dream permit to stab you in the chest with it? Or a dream permit to cut off your dream policeman head?"

He continues to question me about a conspiracy against the president. I explain that it was a dream I just had before this one. It is not real. I leave him standing there jibber-jabbing and go exploring. I am in a train station full of all my friends. We run around together cutting down power poles and street lamps with our comically large samurai swords.

I took GM again last night for the first time in several months. That shit is a miracle drug for sure. I can't remember the last time I had such a vivid dream, let alone such strong lucidity. The strange thing was, I kept returning to the same, bizarre, false awakening throughout the dream. Even though I knew the FA was not real, I felt as if it was reality, and the dream was layered on top of it. This is the first time I've ever been unable to wake myself up from a dream.

The first thing I remember is being in my old high school. I was lucid, and was intentionally bringing back the feelings of awkwardness and uncomfortableness. I wanted a clear memory of what it felt like to be young and at the mercy of the adults who ran my life for me. I explored old, long forgotten neighborhoods, friends houses, and childhood classrooms.

I looked out the window of the chemistry lab at a concrete courtyard with terraced fountains. I took a running start, and leaped through the glass into the courtyard. The glass shattered around me, interrupting conversations and turning heads. I walked between the cafe tables, excusing myself to the stunned people whose lunches I rudely interrupted. The fountain was made of several stacked, rectangular concrete troughs, covered in redwood planks. I climbed to the highest terrace, and looked down on the courtyard. The water started to overflow the rim of the lowest fountain, spilling into the pavement. I made it flow faster, filling the courtyard below like a swimming pool.

The water was filthy and muddy. Straw and green scum floated on the surface. I balanced on my high ledge, then jumped down onto the surface. I landed on the surface, sunk several inches into the water, then floated back to the top. It felt like my feet were made of wood, floating on the surface of the water. Every time my weight shifted, my feet would sink or float accordingly. I walked awkwardly to a table (also floating on the surface) and sat down to take off my shoes. As I slid my sock off my foot, I remarked at the vividness of the feeling. What a mundane feeling for my mind to reproduce so accurately. I stepped out onto the surface of the water, this time feeling the water splash against my bare feet. It reminded me of walking along the sea shore. When you let the waves glide up along the sand in a thin film to swirl against your bare feet. I jumped up and down a few times, feeling myself sink into the water each time, and then bob back to the top. It was almost like walking on a trampoline.


I opened my eyes to record the experience, and found myself staring at a strange room. My point of view was high, like I was on the top bunk of a bunk bed. I could see the top of a cabinet close to my face. The top of the wood was lined with long hooked bones, like a dinosaur's teeth, or ribs. In front of me, I saw a cheap fluorescent tube fixture suspended from wires. I knew this must be a false awakening, so I relaxed back into another dream. I narrated to myself, making the scene appear as I heard the words.

"I am running along a wide cobblestone road." To each side of me is an open expanse of white desert sand. The feeling of speed is incredible. I know I must be running faster than humanly possible. I can jump and feel myself propelled forward through the air. The speed feels like a roller coaster. I realize I am alone, and suddenly feel scared and vulnerable. I summon something I know will feel safe. The Luck Dragon from the Neverending Story. It appears next to me, snaking through the air with a smile on its gigantic face. I feel safer. I look to my other side, and see a panther or tiger bounding along with me.

The landscape has changed to a futuristic city. There is now a cliff on my right side, with a drop off to the city below. I steer myself to the right, and throw myself off the cliff. The image flashes through my mind of my luck dragon swooping down to catch me. It doesn't happen. I continue to fall, plummeting to the earth below. I look down, seeing the ground speeding towards me fast. "This is going to hurt," I think to myself. I see my shadow rushing up to meet me. As I watch my shadow, two tendrils sprout from it's shoulders. They twist out to each side, then balloon out into wide feathered wings. A second later, I feel the wings sprout from my own shoulders to match. They catch the wind, and transfer my momentum forward as I swoop along the ground. I flap my wings, and rise back into the sky.

I explore the city for several minutes. A green stone obelisk stands in the center of the city, the height of a skyscraper. It looks to be monolithic, carved in the style of Futurism or Art Deco. I fly up to the top of the tower, and land in a beautiful garden. It is landscaped with a line of stone walls and small shrubs. One of the shrubs is a young pineapple guava tree. I remember the fruit from my childhood. When I was three or four years old, my neighbor had a huge bush I used to steal fruit from. This tree was tiny, barely reaching my waist. I stood in front of it and held it's branches in my hands. I closed my eyes and focused on pouring my energy and loving happy memories into it. The feeling of energy flowing through my body was so real, I worried for a second that I was really giving something from myself that I could not get back. I felt the plant grow between my fingers, and opened my eyes to watch it climb the wall and fill out to an impressive size. Fruit sprouts on its branches, plumping up like water balloons. One close to me drops from the branch and I catch it. For some reason, I was suspicious. The fruit reminds me of an egg, and I imagine all kinds of horrible things hatching from it. I pierce its skin with my thumb, and tear it in half. It is a little dry and woody inside, but otherwise looks normal. I smell it, then taste it. It tastes like I remember, but very bland. I was disappointed.

I open my eyes again to the same False Awakeing as earlier. It is confusing. I am obviously lying on my side, but there is some illusion of space that makes me think I am looking at everything sideways, like the room is rotated. I can't figure out what I am looking at exactly. Is this a distortion of my real bedroom, seen in the dark? Did I move the guest room during my WBTB? Is this the memory of a room from some other time? I am paralyzed, but I want to explore this dream world. I manage to free one arm. I reach up to touch the ivory tusks that line the cabinet next to me. They feel smooth and warm. I can hear my father having a phone conversation from the other room. He refers to the person on the phone as "Little Man," so I think he must be talking to my younger brother. He is telling him to go to the doctor because I was sick recently. He might have the same thing I had. I close my dream eyes, and listen to the voice.

Suddenly, I am in a strange house I have never seen before. It is decorated like a house from the '60s, with greens and yellows and dull incandescent light. I reach for the doorknob, noticing it is one of the tiny disc knobs they used to put on the inside of closet doors. The door opens to a hallway lit with the same faded yellow light. I walk towards the sound of my father's voice. From the corner of my eye I see a door open, and a monstrous shape dart into the side room. I calm myself, telling myself it was not a monster. This is not a nightmare. The hallway leads to a kitchen floored in 60s green linoleum. My father is leaning against the wall talking on an old rotary phone. I am scared, so I tell myself the man looks exactly like my father. Not strange or monstrous at all. Just my father. I lean against the counter, and wait for him to finish his phone conversation. I have some interesting questions for him.

I am startled to see movement from the corner of my eye. There is a young, teenage African-American boy crouched next to me casually in the corner of the kitchen. His presence is startling, but he is leaning against the cabinets in a very casual non threatening way. I speak to him softly, to not disturb my father's conversation. "Hey, you know this is a dream, right?" He nods and stands up. "You want to see something cool? You want to see me breathe fire?" He looks bored.

I walk into the family room, where a mirror hangs on the wall. It is one of those old mirrors set in a bronze frame shaped like a sunburst. Straight wire rays extend out from the mirror to catch the light.

I inhale deeply, then breathe out like I'm blowing out candles on a birthday cake. I suddenly feel my body back in bed choke. I know my real mouth is closed. I sort of breathe out weakly, spitting out through my pressed lips. I try again, focusing on my dream. This time, I feel my real body breathe out with a "pffffftht" rasberry/ motorboat. I wake up to the dim light of dawn, knowing this is not false awakening. (Of course, I check anyways)

I was at another dream dinner party last night. I was explaining the following story to my mother. Don't ever invite me to your dream parties. My conversation skills could definitely use a little polishing.

_________



He hated his job. He hated being told what to do. He hated following a schedule. He hated the driving most of all. Stupid Fucking traffic. He downshifted, and slowed for the line of cars. His eyes automatically darted to his rear view mirror to be sure the car behind him was doing the same. He often felt like he was just on autopilot in his body. Like he relied on the programming of muscle memory and habits to run most of his life. He felt this especially bad when he drove.

"Messenger 2217, please report on ETA." His radio chimed.

Stupid fucking radio. He thought, as he ignored it.. As he pulled up to the house, he had a feeling that today was going to be one of those days.

He checked his reflection in the car window, and needlessly straightened his tie. Sometimes he felt like he didn't even recognize himself anymore. Could he even remember when his hair started to turn gray? Could he even remember what he ate for breakfast this morning? He made his way across the lawn, briefcase in hand. Stupid fucking briefcase.

He rang the bell, and was greeted by a young woman with a phone pressed between her shoulder and her ear.

"Is your father home?" He asked, knowing that he wasn't
"No, he's not." She answered.
"That's fine," He said. "I have a message for him, but he doesn't have to be here to receive it. In fact, It's probably better that he isn't home."

He swung his briefcase up to hit her hard in the face. The force knocked the phone from her hand, and sent her sprawling. A voice continued to squawk through the phone. That would be the sister. He thought to himself. Perfect. She's next.

He grabbed the girl roughly by the hair, and dragged her into the house.

...Her soft hair between your fingers - The memory intruded on his mind - Her smooth naked skin pressed against yours...

"Messenger 2217!"

He shook off the memories, and threw the girl into the bathroom. She tangled in the shower curtain, and fell to the hard floor, cracking her head on the white tile. "Your father has made enemies with the wrong people. Bad for him. Worse for you. You're the message." He set his briefcase on the counter, and opened the lid to reveal rows of sharp and gruesome instruments.

The girl tried to lift herself up from the blood smeared tile, groggy and dazed. She pulled weakly at the tangled curtain, as blood trickled from her broken scalp and into her blond hair.

...Her soft blond hair... Matted with blood. Broken glass scattered across the asphalt...

He braced himself against the counter as the long lost memories burned through his mind.

...He struggled to untangle her lifeless body from her seat belt, but couldn't reach her. The steering column smashed painfully into his shattered ribs...

"...2217!"

His vision blurred, and he stumbled against the counter, knocking his briefcase to the floor. The tools clattered across the tiles, and he reached for the scalpel. "I can't.." He started. "You need to get out of here. You need to run, now!" He started to cut the dazed girl free from the tangled curtain. The scalpel easily slid through the thin plastic.

...The scalpel slid painfully through his flesh. It traced a long trail across his abdomen, and he felt every inch of the cut. Voices discussed him in the background. "We use a paralytic, not an anesthetic. The unbearable pain causes their minds to wipe the traumatic experience from their memory..."

A commotion in the front room startled him back to reality. "Help me!" The girl screamed as her sister burst into the bathroom. The sister grabbed the nearest weapon, a long razor sharp surgical saw, and swung it wildly at the man. He tried to defend himself from the blows without fighting back. The saw bit painfully into his forearms, tearing off long strips of skin and gore.

The attack stopped as suddenly as it began, and he looked up at the sister to see a paralyzed look of terror and confusion on her face. He looked down at the bloody torn mess that used to be his arms, and felt the same confusion. Below the skin, where there should be bone, was the glint of smooth metal. He ripped the ragged strips of flesh from his forearms and hands, revealing the shiny silver pistons and gears beneath. He laughed in bewilderment, and stood in front of the mirror. He tore his clothes from his body with his metal claw like fingers. They bit painfully into the skin of his chest, and ripped the flesh from his metal ribcage beneath.

"...malfunction in Messenger 2217!"

Came the voice in his head. He pushed it away, returning to the flood of lost memories now returning to him.

"...Her torn and crumpled photo, clutched weakly in his hand. The men's voices, "We leave them with the most painful memories to make them feel like they are still human. Their humanity makes them more complacent and easy to control..."

"Reprogramming team dispatched for Messenger 2217!"

He tore his left ear from his head to make the transmissions stop, and threw it into the sink. The girls huddled together on the bathroom floor, now more terrified than ever. He grabbed the small battery powered drill from his briefcase, and stood close to the mirror. He pressed it to the side of his head, and pulled the trigger in a spray of sparks and gore. He looked down at his hands and arms. The skin was already regenerating, covering the steel in a mockery of humanity.

Sirens wailed from just outside the house. He turned to the sister, "You called the police? Good. I'm going to take their guns. I'm going to need all of them."

Originally Posted by ElsiaStar

My second LD: 12-19-08

OK so it was a school day and a friday. I woke up at 5:30am and immediatly turned on the news channel to see if they closed my school because it was a blizzard outside. And of course we did. Snow day!! Anyways, I went back to sleep and tried a WILD. It worked right away. I appeared in this creepy place with dark trees and I looked down at my hands and they looked odd so I knew I must be dreaming. Then I transported myself to the high school pool for some reason and I started drowning.. thats all I remember.

It was a very short LD and very random, but better than nothing.

Another night of strangely semi-lucid dreams. I've had lots of these in the past week or two. Here's a good...bad example.


My girlfriend's father accidentally bought two clear plastic waste baskets, instead of just one. He gave me the spare. I took a hammer to it, smashing it into tiny shards. I had the idea that I could use these crystal-like shards to help me focus, thus making me more lucid.

I got a plastic bag, and returned to try and gather up all the shattered pieces of plastic. They were buried under slides of old family photos piled up on top of the floor. I had to dig through thousands of these slides to find the mess I had made. When I finally found the shattered crystals on the floor, I started eating them like rock candy. They tasted like flavorless sugar crystals. Just sickly sweet. I needed a glass of water to wash them down.

In the kitchen, I saw my girlfriend's step mom was making a pizza. The small pizza was cooking directly on one burner of the stove. It was bouncing up and down from the heat, like the lid to a boiling pot of water. As I watched, it bounced especially high, and flipped upside down, so the melted cheese was all over the burner and gas flame. I could smell it burning. Before I could do anything, she came in, and started scraping the pizza off the stove and onto a wet frying pan. She didn't seem to mind that it was horribly burned, torn, and messy.

"Go get me some plates! She demanded." I reached into the space in front of me, and plucked one from thin air. It was a porcelain plate with a autumn leaf pattern around the border. My girlfriend's step mom slopped some of the burned pizza mess onto it, and then looked at me in disgust, "I want the paper plates, unless you are planning on doing dishes tonight?" I reached into the empty air in front of me, and produced another matching porcelain plate. I replied, "We can throw these away when we are done with them, they don't really exist." She didn't seem to understand, so I explained that I was stealing them from the astral realm to bring into this dream, so they didn't really exist.

She didn't believe me, and thought it was some kind of trick. She challenged me, "Prove it by getting something that can't be faked. I want an antique wooden dog sled." I thought of her request, and heard the doorbell ring. She opened the door, and saw an ornately carved antique wooden rocking horse. It was large enough for a full size adult to ride, like a carousel horse. Instead of a horse straddling the rails, it was a renaissance cherub. A huge creepy baby with short curly hair. The wood was stained and polished, but showed cracks in the grain from age.

She was amazed, and immediately hauled the thing inside. As she was trying to shove it under the table in the living room, the baby came to life, and started grabbing her leg. "Ma-ma," It cooed, as it clutched at her pant leg with cracked wooden fingers. She shook it off, distractedly annoyed, and returned to the dinner table.

She started questioning me in depth about how I created it. I explained that I've never seen a real dog sled, so I must have connected the idea of the sled's skis with the rails for the rocking horse. I told her that first, you need to be able to access the astral realm. Then, you need to know how to define what you want, so you will have a chance of finding it. The only way to learn is through experience. I showed her again, this time demonstrating with something that looked like computer icons. I pulled several more items from out of nowhere.

My girlfriend's 11 year old brother was staring at me with fascination. His mother was dismissing everything I said, like she didn't think he was mature enough to understand. I locked eyes with him, and said, "You realize the ramifications of this, right? This is heavy, heavy, heavy, man. If you can learn this, you can do anything."

I then popped another piece of plastic rock candy into my mouth, and looked down at my dinner plate to realize I had accidentally taken the entire pizza instead of just one slice. The slices had somehow folded back on themselves, so they were piled up like a stack of pancakes. I started to feel like a rude dinner guest.

I've been a terrible dreamer lately. I know I've forgotten at least two lucid dreams from the last week. I just woke up with that feeling that I had a lucid, but I can't remember what happened.

Plus, I've missed a lot of obvious dream signs and even failed reality checks. For example, last night I was floating on a raft with three naked playboy models and my girlfriend. I looked down at my hand to count my fingers, and noticed my hand was super tiny like a baby's, and gray in color. I noticed it was strange, made a joke about it, and then proceeded to give one of the models a piggy back ride around the pool to find the crocodile.

Originally Posted by ElsiaStar

I already posted this one somewheres... but I'm adding it to my dream journal.

First Memorable LD: 8-20-08


okey so heres how it went:

i woke up at 10am one morning an decided to try to LD. I really didnt think it would work though. My mind just kinda imagined a room and all of a sudden I was in it! It only took like 1 min. to get into an LD!

So anyway, I appeared in this store, I think it was a bookstore or something. I started getting too excited and I started loosing it, so I tried dream spinning and it worked! Then I went outside and jumped 10ft in the air. then I decided to try to walk through a wall so I walked through a door!! I was like "whoa, this is so cool! i wonder if i can meet Criss Angel (a magician who is my hero and ive wanted to meet him FOREVER.) and i thought of him and he appeared!!! I hugged him and asked for his autograph but then some loud sounds woke me up, my mom.

but it was the best ever!! I hope i can meet Criss again in another LD sometime. I'll keep workin on it!!

Originally Posted by ElsiaStar

I'm sick of writing all my dreams, so I'm going to type them up instead.

Lucids=this color
Non Lucids= this color or this color (I am colorblind so they both look the same to me)
Dreams which I'm Elsia Star=

I am working pest control with my stepfather's company. We are releasing a raccoon from a trap, when I notice that it's leg is broken. I tell my stepfather's father (step-grandfather?) that we have to take it home and nurse it back to health. He disagrees, saying he will release it into the wild ten miles from here, and it will heal naturally. The poor animal's bone is clearly jutting out from it's front leg in a bloody mess. My step-grandfather is lying to me, and I know he's going to kill the animal as soon as he has it out of my sight.

When I get the animal safely into the cabin, I realize it is actually a baby sun bear, not a raccoon. I resolutely decide to care for this rare and loveable baby no matter what. When I get it out of the cage, I realize I am mistaken again, it is actually a baby gorilla. It has a massive chest, and long spindly arms and legs. It must be some sort of fragile tiny monkey baby. It's long arms almost look like tentacles. I carry the tiny thing out of the house in the palm of my hand.

An incredibly beautiful topless black woman is sunbathing at the pool. She takes a look at my new pet, and tells me I need to create a home for it. My little brother gives me one of his empty toy boxes to use as a cage and home. Remembering that raccoons carry a deadly brain parasite, I run back inside to wash my hands. The bar of soap is impossible to see because it blends in perfectly with the wall tile. Instead, I use a small travel bottle of shampoo.

When I return, I find my baby looks more alien than ever. It is a beautiful glowing creature made of tentacles. Unlike a sea creature, it looks very touchable and soft. I cradle it in the palm of my hand, and loosely close my fingers around it. It begins to spin, tickling my fingers with it's soft feathery limbs. It spins so fast, it begins to hum, and fills me with an incredible sense of love and inspiration.

I take it inside to show my family. My brother's ex-girlfriend peeks into my hand, and says, "Oh, you have an Ouroboros." I reply, "I never knew you were so good at dream interpretation. You must be some kind of genius."

The Ouroboros is the famous symbol of a snake devouring it's own tail. The serpent, a symbol representing fear, feeds off itself. The fear that the creature inspires in others also sustains it. The creature in my hand is a monster that feeds off of the fear it inspires in others. The reason I feel only love for it, is because it has consumed all my fear, leaving nothing left to make me feel any emotion. It is an infinite loop.

I take the creature outside, and speak to it in my hand, "This is the perfect place to feed you all the fear you could ever want. Let's give you enough to break the cycle, and let you grow to your full potential."

I try to summon up all the fear I have ever experienced. I don't imagine anything specific, only the memory of the raw emotion. Immediately, the ground begins to shake and the dream darkens. In the distance, I see gigantic creatures lumbering out of a mist. Even from the distance, they tower over their surroundings, standing hundreds of feet tall. Their heads disappear into the clouds above, like skyscrapers on a foggy day. There are dozens of them, and they are raining down destruction on everything in their path. They destroy whole cities in a single stroke, and I feel the earth splitting and breaking beneath them. It feels like every disaster I have ever experienced. The ground beneath my feet feels like it could give away at any second. The air is whipping around me, trying to knock me to my knees.

I feel the worst terror I have ever experienced, and want it to stop. The sensations are too real, and I can't distract myself from them enough to change the scene around me. Everywhere I turn, I see more of the monsters, coming closer every time. I turn to my mother standing next to me, and say, "Ok, this is enough fear, now how do I stop it?" I know as soon as I look at her. I start swinging my head from side to side, trying to get the monsters out of my vision while focusing on a peaceful image of a calm white sand beach.

When I finally manage to get the terrible images out of my field of vision, my eyes lock on a picturesque scene of a peaceful coastline with a lighthouse. There is a rocky path down to the water, and a friendly visitor center filled with smiling and laughing people. I walk towards the visitor center still clutching my pet in my hand. It is whirling faster than ever, and I need to use the restroom very badly. Those monsters literally scared the piss out of me!

I enter the restroom, and stand over the toilet. I'm afraid to put down my pet. He is twirling so fast, I fear he will shoot off in any direction if I let him go. There must be something to fear here that he is feeding off of. I look around, and see two girls using the stall at the end of the men's room. One is acting as a lookout, while the other crouches over the toilet. I think this girl must be afraid of being discovered.

Satisfied, I put my pet in my pocket, but he keeps spinning against my jeans. I feel heat from the friction, and fear he will burn a hole right through my pants. I lift one leg up high to stretch the denim against his body. This slows him down, but makes it impossible for me to aim at the toilet. Two men stand on either side of me, uncomfortably close. One of them pees on my shoe on purpose, taunting me. I reach over, pick him up by the face with with one hand, and carry him outside. I throw him against the wall, and punch him hard in the neck. He laughs, and I realize he is a meaningless distraction. I join in his laughter, and reach into my pocket to retrieve my pet. I leave the man standing against the wall, laughing.

I join my friend and her husband at a picnic table. I place my pet on the table, and he opens up his feathery limbs to a brilliant white light. We all laugh at the joyfulness of the light. My friend laughs so hard, her breasts pop out of her top. I playfully pretend to cover my eyes while she tries to cover up.