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I start off in this dream in the middle of watching robocop. He is driving with a woman who has done something bad. Robocop is talking to her and she is looking nervously at him and he says something about "Something about...Fulfillment." Robo suddenly leaps over the drivers seat and at the woman in the passenger seat and she Yells as Robo Cop is about to be on top of her. The image freezes and the woman's voice echoes away like it do in some movies where something bad happen and they scream but the scene changes but you can still hear them screaming that slowly fades away. Apparently something went wrong with robo Cop and is causing him to do things out of the ordinary. Once the show ended my mom tells me that "he put his wang in her." I think about how Robo was mostly metal and can imagine what she was feeling with him raping her. Once that was done I find myself at a different place and was outside at night at a mcDonald's parking lot. I'm outside and is coming from one building and I then see some bad guys running away from someone. I spot who it was and seen that it was Robo Cop. I gasped and ran, ducking through the crossfire and seeing bullets ricocheting and sparking off of his chest. He seen me and pointed at me but someone shot him in his head, jarring him into a glitchy mode for a second. Once he regained he returned fire and riddled them, I dodged the splat of blood that fell onto the concrete and I turned to run but someone grabbed hold of me, panicking I swung around and hit whoever it was. In the comotion I ended up getting pushed towards robo Cop and he is behind me. I'm on my knee and he take my head and bangs the back of it on his crouch area, then he pushed me up against a dumpster and presses my head against it with himself. A baddie/goodie saw what was going on and sniped his helmet and he angrily turns and starts after him, who runs off into McDonalds.

Once all of that happened I wake up in a gentle Sleep paralysis and went back into another dream. I;m not in doors in a bathroom and Robo Cop was there with me. I'm aware of what he has done in the previous dream and was getting ready to fight him. I became aware of this being a dream and thought hmm. this'll be my first dream or second dream where I'm acually part of the action with a good DC is present. I'm gonna actually get to fight.

I am stranding in front of a mirror looking at a reflection of my whole upper body. I feel that something is not right; something feels strange. I keep staring, then decide to check my hands. They look fairly normal, even in the reflection, yet I still feel that something is strange and that I may be dreaming. I do a nose plug and I'm lucid. I instantly decide to jump through the circular mirror in order to change the scene. I dive through and I'm sucked into a tunnel which propels me a short distance. I soon end up in a void state, yet maintain strong awarenes and resolve to make it through until the next dream forms. I begin engaging my tactile sense my rubbing my dream hands. I demand myself to focus, consistently repeating word 'focus' verbally. I begin rubbing my dream body as well, and am interested by the mild electrical vibrations I feel when touching the dream body with my dream hands. I gain a mental representation of the energy field of my dream body by doing so. I continue going back and forth between these two activities in the void for about two minutes until I feel that I am transitioned back into my waking body. Upon awakening, I don't recall if it was a micro-awakening or a false awakening, although the sensation of a physical body felt very real.

This dream is from about a week ago so I don't have the best recall now, maybe I'll start keeping a dream journal.
I was in a large castle that opened up into a pool. I became lucid when I dove into the pool and started breathing under the water. I dove down just to explore because it was beautiful and crystal clear. Somehow I knew that it would open up to the ocean deep below. I swam back to the top , (the castle was familiar to me) and because I knew I was dreaming I wanted to try something I havent done before. I tried to send myself into another universe. Maybe that will seem odd but I'm a curious person and I want to see what I can do. I found myself projecting through space but I didn't find what I was looking for. That's about when I heard the bedroom door open and my husband come bumbling through the room.
I kept still and re-entered back into another lucid dream where I was playing with astral projection. I leave my body and fly in my dreams but I don't know that it's anything astral. I also fly withought leaving my body. I wanted to try astral intentionally to see if I could become aware with clarity of my surroundings. I left my body and was blind. I could only see fog so I decided to focus on my other senses instead. I reached out and slowly trailed my hand through the air, it was cool and felt dampish like I was in a cloud. I felt around and it ended when my I touched anothers hand that took mine. It was warm and that's all I recall.

I was driving a white car. Everything around was blurred, I hit something and the car's front got utterly destroyed. Then the car turned invisible and I drove in the air. Suddenly it turned into a few planks with wheels.

multiple dreams
Simon and I were walking around a city. Simon asks me if steamwhistle is fresh. I tell him its delivered fresh to your doorstep every morning back home before sunrise. he starts freaking out.

I am with Tia, we're super late for class. We try climbing up this massive tower in the center of the school to sneak in then realize that class is on the first floor today. I go in and it's my highschool class. I see that clark is significantly younger than he is now, and this puzzles me but I do not RC. Fuck! The kids start making fun of me fo never getting a keg for some party so I get aggressive with one girl and storm out.

I'm with my dad and brother, we're in a lamborghini bravo and they've decided to rip it GTA style until it is destroyed. I get very upset about this and blame them. We arrive at a big family party. The entire family is extremely rich, probably because I watched disorder last night. There are all these beautiful blondes my age wearing gold dresses and earrings and they start saying the most intimate thing they've learned from their relationships. When it comes my turn, I have no idea what to say. I make up a thing about how you need to be a good salesman to sell them on ideas like going places etc... to have a healthy relationship, everyones like yeah I guess... I leave because they start the dance music and I want the best possible dance clothes. I go into my room and spend like 15 minutes trying to change, but continually fail to find pants that are both stylish and flexible enough to dance like a madman. I end up with some tight pants that I will to be stretchy, but when I leave the party is over, and now I'm at a ski hill.

This is the coolest dream. I'm at this ski hill that has extremely famous escalators going up and down it. People apparantly will spent days and days on them, even a whole month. Everyone is friendly here because the whole point is to socialize so the ride isn't boring. I go up with this chatty blonde, and go down with another. There are girls everywhere but I do not RC. In all fairness I have never RC'd when I talk to girls in real life and this is the only RC I've ever had trouble programming, I don't understand it really. Anyway, suddeny girls like nicole and roxy from my deep past show up and we have a big heart to heart at the top, which is due to me reconnecting with Nicole and Eliza recently via facebook after all these years. Ended with me riding the elevator behind my crush.


Dreamsigns:
Beautiful Girls
Driving Fast
Social Embarassment
Greenwood

I'm in some wierd place. It looks like an old dance studio or gymnasium. My left leg looks weird near the shin area. I somehow grew a large patch of dark curly hair there. Gross. My leg looks dirty and there is some sort of plant or flower growing out of my leg. I grab the vine and pull it out. It hurt. It left a small hole in my leg. I look at my leg. I squeeze the area and pus comes out. A lot of pus. It reminded me of when I was in the hospital with an infection. I squeezed it a few times to drain out the puss. Then the puss turned to blood and it was bleeding. I had a towel and pretty much filled the entire purple towel with puss. After it slowed down, I put on knee socks.

Then I'm sitting on a loveseat in the same room. I feel crowded and I am annoyed at Brad for sitting with me and crowding me. I feel uncomfortable because I'm sure my husband would be weirded out by how close brad is sitting. I turn to look at Brad and then Blake is sitting there. Brad turned into Blake. I wasnt lucid yet so I just assumed that I got it wrong. I must have been mistaken about Brad sitting next to me. It made a lot more sense that Blake would crowd me instead of brad.

I tell blake in a whiney voice that my leg hurts and its bleeding. He brushes me off and says I will be fine and walks away.

I want to clean up my leg because i feel very dirty. I end up in the bathroom at my parents' house. I'm not sure how I got there. My daughter's mattress is in the bathtub and the mattress looks dirty too. Eww. I try to remove the mattress and end up falling on top of it and saying on my stomach for a minute.

I do eventually get the mattress out. I remember the tub hurting my butt. After that I'm not sure what happened. I think I may have gone to a different dream.

I remember going through some doorway and thinking that I could float if this was a dream. Maybe it was a new dream and I was trying to stabilize. I felt like everything would change if I made any sudden moves.

I had that thought and then I floated up to the ceiling with my legs crossed, like a yogi. I don't remember what happened next. Maybe I woke up.

I didn't like the first dream because it was gross and I was feeling real pain. Are you supposed to be able to feel pain in dreams? My leg hurt and was sore throughout the dream, almost like it would have been in real life if I pulled something out of my leg. My butt hurt when I was sitting in the big bathtub too. I liked the second dream because I knew I was lucid. I wish the dream could have lasted longer.

Morning of June 2, 2016. Thursday.



This dream, in the final segments, was the usual “coming down” waking metaphor which has occurred in the majority of my dreams (tens of thousands) and of course merely represents the biological waking mechanism.

The setting for the most part seems to be, very atypically, the lunchroom and auditorium area of my middle school as well as the north section (which has rarely featured in my dreams even when I was going to school there).

There is an unusual plot relating to finding an “ancient” technology related to space travel and a setup for launching a rocket (which actually appears of 1960s NASA design at one point though the new 2015 NASA logo appears at another point). However, it may also imply that I am in the distant future in some sort of science-fiction scenario. A group of people set up the launchpad on the stage with the “cannon” of this unusual device facing partly upwards but towards the audience area.

I feel a bit strange seeing what these (unknown) people are doing. The whole setup looks like some sort of odd composite of wrongly arranged rocket launch features, parts of a bed (obvious dream sign) and a cannon. Three unclothed males (another dream sign) are inside this large device that takes up most of the stage. The front-most setup actually looks like a male wrapped up in a blanket and a mattress around him (again, a rather amusing and “overly” obvious dream sign although I reach not an iota of lucidity). The two other males are each protruding from the side as if representing wing function.

I try to tell the authorities and spectators that this is not necessary and that the rocket will launch without risking the lives of the three men. No one really listens to me and the device is soon set off in a cannon-like event.

The rocket rises into the sky without incident, getting higher and higher, and everyone seems cheerful and amazed. I watch and it seems somewhat “realistic”. Soon though, the rocket does not have the required escape velocity - which is equivalent to the square root of 2GM divided by r, though this concept is intriguingly skewed in my dream.

Instead, in fact, the rocket crashes into the invisible seemingly solid dome-like interior of the Earth’s atmosphere, which does not seem that high (in comparison to where the first change of the layer would be). People are startled and it reminds me much of the Challenger space shuttle disaster, with trails of smoke arcing out and down.

After this, the scenario changes slightly. It almost seems as if I am now at a nude beach though where most are half-dressed (distorted dream sign), though still implied to be the same overall setting. At one point some schoolmates and I (all fully dressed) find the front of the skull of one of the would-be astronauts on the sidewalk near the north entrance. However, I then see it is a “Stars Wars” stormtrooper mask but still try to determine if it is actual human remains. I also very briefly and very vaguely get an eerie reference to Howard the Duck’s face (flight symbol) - not the utterly awful movie rendering, but the original Marvel art.

Soon, I go up to a row of three robotic but skeletal figures which are arranged on a slightly elevated platform and that apparently represent the remains of the would-be astronauts - though it may also be that they will be using these figures on another launch attempt. Looking at one figure for reference, I fit the “skull front” onto a figure that does not yet have it. The “mask” fits onto a feature where the implied eyes on the “robot” come out on stalks and it is almost like a snap-together model at this point and it easily fits on with four connections (eyes, nose, and mouth extensions on the stage feature). One boy tells me that this is not correct and I firmly tell him that it is the same as the other (which it is).

From here, I notice Zsuzsanna in the crowd, half-dressed. I decide to become intimate with her even though there is a very dense crowd at this point, and slowly wake from here.

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Although a stage represents the dream state and its nature I am inclined here to reflect that it probably also is a play on “waking stage” since this is the setting from where the “coming down” metaphor is utilized. The “unreal” nature of the “remains” is the typical preconscious transition as in countless similar dreams.

A rocket represents rising in dream state awareness, which “fails” when the waking state reaches past the halfway mark (or the event horizon of the waking threshold). I have experienced this in thousands of various (but similar) ways since earliest childhood. The first dream sign in this one was about as obvious as possible to the point of being hilarious (yet I still did not catch it within my dream), that is, being launched by a device with bed-like features including three rolled-up mattresses.

Had a long chain dream.

In a large town hall, in a seated area listening to a forum on healthy living. Lots of opinions and ideas raised. It seemed to be mostly women in the audience, seems its related to some course of study.
I notice a couple if the women, though young are very sizeable.
From here we move onto another room, where there is food and beverages. I think its a break before the next part of the day.
I am bored and want to see what is going to be happening next.So I snoop around the building. It is a kind of labyrinth with lots of interconnected rooms on different levels, although it is quite a confined space. I realise that it used to be a school annex and they are using resources that were there previously. I notice old health displays and pretend food. My eye is drawn to a box of cornflakes and a plastic yellow corn cob next to it.
There is not much of interest here, however it is very quiet and kind if cosy.
I go through to the other room where everyone is still chatting and find a women. She has long fair hair and is fairly plump. I take her through into the empty part if the building and we start making out.

This is an old dream, 15 April 2011. About Narnia, or a Forest similar to it.


Basically, I was in Narnia, playing amidst the autumn forest with the foxes or something, and there was a lake, possibly a war going on, and I remember running. But at least at first the dream was tranquil, I can't recall it too clearly so the events may be wrong.

I Had a weird, non-lucid dream about Slenderman and the Puppet from FNAF. I played a version of Slender that had a ''Nice Mode'' which allowed the character to be a green marionette-esque character, other weird things in the dream involved me running in fields and whatnot, I think, I don't remember all of it. But I have lots of dreams about Giygas from Earthbound.

And that's it.

I was in some warehouse like place & talking to Jim Parsons who was being felt up by my ex-husband. I Jim it was in his best interest to stay away from him because he has unprotected sex & shares needles w/ his meth friends, not to mention he probably has aids now & it also homeless. (All of this shit about my ex is true but of course he doesn't really even know Jim Parsons). Later I was looking out a motel window & could see Jim on his stomach with his hands on a window to a room a little farther down & across from my room. My ex was having sex w/ him. Then I woke up. I can't even imagine where any of this dream came from but it was really weird.

1/6/16
Dream 1: I remember something about freeballing, running around in the city an yelling at people about climate change and some other grievous peril. Quite odd.

When I lay down that night for bed I thought about how I'd nearly lost it over the sound of the fireworks going off; I thought about how I just couldn't keep avoiding sleep anymore. It was just too much. That night I went to bed, purposefully, and resolving to sleep regardless what haunted me in my dreams anymore. I knew they were just dreams and maybe that's what the trick for me was but that night I became the monster.*
I can't honestly say I remember which dream I had that night just that as soon as it began I had the moment where I said this is only a dream, my dream, and I took control from that point. There were times I would change into something much larger than whatever was after me or into air so as to have no body that could be harmed. There were times I simply decided to switch the dream if it started turning ugly. Like changing the channel I'd just flip into another dream. I could litterally do whatever I wanted in the dreams.*
Eventually the nightmares got less and less so I stopped practicing lucid dreaming as much but was still capable of lucid dreaming as soon as something threatened me.
*I have of course had normal lucid dreams too over the years but I don't get the nightmares so much; ( I found this interesting and maybe someone out there knows something about this aort of dream? I do believe in hauntings etc and my X and I had bought this really nice old place, only I kept getting the creeps as we were moving in. Along with a few other strange things I had this dream one night where this little boy chewing on a dead hand just walked into a normal dream I was having, like he just interupted what was going on. He said to me, a girl died here in this hall. I told him pretty much to piss off and he turned into something nasty so I attacked him. He disapeared and I woke up. Maybe a month later I was woken up by my x, he swore he'd heard some girl screaming. He said he was sure he hadn't been dreaming it and ran outside to look it had frightened him. I heard nothing and he found nothing, just kinda creepy)
The last few months I've discovered that lucid dreaming was an actual thing that people try to do. Anyway, I've started being more interested in them enough to start experimenting now. I don't have much trouble doing things I want in the dreams so now I'm just seeing what else they can do, can I find a so called spirit guide this way... That's if such things exist. I've read stuff and heard of stuff but I don't believe just anything.
So, that's my story and now I will just go ahead and journal away as I please from here.*
I actually have some pretty weird dreams though and even my husband has had a really out of character dream about a spirit coming to me at night when we were in Mexico and putting it's mark on my arm. He doesn't even believe in those things. He doesn't dream like that either.*

When I was maybe 10, my nightmares had gotten so bad that I dreaded going to sleep. This will seem comical but at the time it had become a real problem. I was dreaming every night about spirits rising from their graves in our yard and they would haunt me. You know that feeling where they try and take you in your sleep? Or they would chase me. I'd dream about dead things trying to get me, but the worst for me (no laughing pls) was the dinosaurs.
I'm not pulling anyones leg here. My bedroom was right beside the furnace and the furnace was very loud when it kicked in, my dreams would translate the sound into the thunderous stomps of Trex's that tried to eat me. Every night dead things and dinosaurs chased me and I was genuinely very frightened. Probably some of the dead things in my dreams came from reading Stephen King books which I was into at the time but still, it had begun to effect my waking life.
It was July 1st and my mom had decided against taking us to the fireworks that night, can't recall why. So we were all doing our own thing, I was sitting in the livingroom watching t.v when the first boom of the firecrackers started. I jumped so high and my heart lept into my throat and I had this insane blending of dream and reality. I, for a moment, had felt as though I'd been thrown right back into a nightmare. I'd imagined the huge foot of a Trex smashing down on the earth towards me.
Not good when it feels like you're loosing that line between wakefulness and dream. I'd become so sleep deprived because of my fear of sleeping that it was starting to chase me into reality. Even if it was all just in my mind but so is insanity and this felt like it was starting to take me down that road.

Well, my first entry hasn't dissapeared, so far, so good I think. Now, let's see if they will both post under the same thread or if I will find my self hunting my thoughts down like some broken jigsaw puzzle.
Before I learned how to take control of my dreams the dreams controled me. I had nightmares pretty much every night as far back in my memory as I can go. I remember waking up crying to one vivid dream where my family were all tied up and hanging from their wrists on meat hooks. I was in the shawdows surounding the scene and there were people dressed in black, they had guns directed at the scene and some of my family had been skinned. I disn't even know they had been meat hooks until I was much older and saw a room like that in some move (who knows what movies my family exposed me too) I was still young enough to be sleeping in my moms bed at the time. This was one of the worst of my nightmares but I had many, some of which seem comical now but were alarming at the time.
I will leave this entry here as I want again to be sure my effort wont be wasted or lost.