Sean's Dream Journal

Several times, I have had this scary and disturbing dream where my great uncle M would be sitting in his house and as I walk in and look at him, he would begin laughing and his bottom lip would drop really far down and curl up into a freaky/creepy smile.

On one of these occasions however, he done this and I grabbed him and then realised I was dreaming. I went outside to the street and rubbed my hands together to attain lucidity and once outside, I began jumpy from car to car in the street, floating slowly.

It then cut to a house where my father was beside me and we were looking out to a street where a few people were playing and I remember a red car parked oddly there. I looked up at my dad and said "Your not real y'know?" and then proceeded to make a pile of leaves float around using telekinesis with ease despite being a new Lucid dreamer.

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I couldn't sleep on christmas Eve in 2003 and looked at my pepsi watch and saw it was 1:05. Angry and bored I threw my head down on the pillow and in what felt like 2 seconds, I looked back at the watch and saw that it was now 8:03. Im pretty sure I didn't knock myself out when I hit the pillow, but who knows.

17/july.2012

A few night ago I had an amazing dream where I could fly. I remember standing on the craigavon bridge which was quite different, much more like the new bridge. A group of people were watching me so I floated upwards and began flying really fast over the river foyle. It was night and the city looked more futuristic, but not vastly and the lighting was very bladerunner, with a green light from a big building cast along the foyle and a purple light radiating from another building near-by.

The dream cut to a city where a group of people were caught in an unknown building disaster. Even though I was feeling more villanous, I flew up to help them out of the building and then went to the ground and began to float in front of a guy with a grey shirt and hat. Suddenly, the guy in the hat (white beaked) began to float to my surprise, and showed me he was a superior flyer by quickly blasting off into the air. I think I began to follow him.

The last part of said dream did not involve any flying but was more so a strange piece of the dream in what looked like where Mc, Donalds or KFC would be, only with a fair ground next to it and it was the evening sun hanging in the sky, ready to set.