Strange dreams and experiences

((This was orginally a very detailsd dream, but as soon as I woke up, all of the details faded. I wrote down one thing in my dj)) I am the milkman.

Torture... person strapping people to tables... cutting them up and playing with insides... he thought he was just having fun with people... I was one of the victims.

((I had this dream a while ago, so I don't remember anything from it. I'll just put what I wrote in my DJ)) Little brother got shot, massive depression.

I am out on an isalnd with my chemistry class. We are walking along a feild of what appear to be, pumpkin sized strawberries. I pick one up, and examine it. It appears to be... a giant... strawberry. I take a bite out of it. It tastes good. *end of dream*

I was standing I think. My eyes were closed, and I was constantly doing the nose pinch RC. It kept half failing but half working, like some air would escape but most of it would stay in my nostrils. Very odd.

(( )) = Waking life
((I woke up at exactly 7:00 AM, frowning because I couldn't remember a single dream I had. This had been going on for the past couple days, this dry spell that I've been having. Anyway, I got up, got myself a snack, then went back to bed around 7:30, still pissed at the fact that I hadn't remembered a single dream in a LONG time, and even more so that I hadn't had a lucid one. I began thinking that I may never have a full lucid dream, and decided I would put that goal on hold for a while to do other stuff instead. I fell asleep...)) I opened my eyes in the dream world. I was standing in my living room, right next to my T.V stand. I knew somehow, that this was a dream. I started feeling my TV stand, and started to rub my hands to anchor myself more to the dream.

After that, I yelled out "CLARITY NOW!" several times while still rubbing my hands more. Everything in my dream became much more stable, and my awareness heightened. I was astonished how... real everything look. It looked like I was waking like, and I was amazed how my mind could create such a realistic looking scene. So then, I decided to look at my hands... they had the right amount of fingers, but my fingers were also short, and chubby (my fingers IRL are long, and slender). I chuckled a bit, then went to check my reflection in the living room. My reflection MOSTLY look like me... except I had this white... mass moving around my face. It kind of looked like shaving cream, but it was bubbling. Disgusted, I looked away and moved away from the mirror. So then, after this, I remembered you can... have sex in dreams.

So, I decided I would give it shot. I walked up to my mothers bed room (I have no clue why I decided that would be the best place to have sex... maybe because she has a big bed?) and saw the bed room door was closed. I tried a trick that I learned, and thought to myself "Okay... when I open this door, there will be a hot chick waiting for me on the bed." and opened the door. I saw there was something on the bed, but it was covered up by... well covers. I grinned "This must be her~" and whisked off the covers, excited... and well... there was girl... but... she was kind of dead. And rotting. Horrified, I went back out of the room, and slammed the door shut. I tried it again, and imagined a attractive girl.... I opened it, and saw two guys having sex on the bed. I got aroused by this, but I decided I wouldn't intervene (did I ever tell you guys that I'm bisexual?) so I closed the door. I opened once more, trying one last time. On the bed, there was only one of the two guys that were having sex before. I gave up, and decided this was close enough. I went up to him, and saw he was wearing a spandex gymnastic suit. I tried to take it off of him... but I couldn't. I became frustrated, and gave up, then just went out of the room.

So I stood there for a while, thinking about what I should do next. After a few moments of thought, I decided that I should go outside and explore for a bit, mostly because I wanted to compare the dreams rendition of my neighborhood, to my actual one in waking life. I went out my front door, and looked around outside. frankly, I was surprised to see that it looked extremely similar to my waking life's neighborhood, the only real difference being that it was smaller. I walked off of my porch, and down the steps that lead to my front yard, and went into the street. It was snowing outside, and kids where having snowball fights in the middle of the streets. This, somehow triggered a idea in my head, something I always wanted to try if I ever became lucid, which was telekinesis. I looked at a stop sign (oddly, we don't have stop signs on my street in waking life) and put out my hand. I focused on it, trying to lift it up, or manipulate it in some way. After a few moments, I bent the sign over in half, and I grinned, satisfied with my work.

So after this small experiment, I bent down, and made a snow ball (it looked kind of dirty...) and put one hand above it. I tried to lift it up using telekinesis, but for some reason, I couldn't... even though I had just bent a stop sigh in half with telekinesis just a few moments ago. I became frustrated after a while, and looked back up to the kids. I frowned... one of them was using telekinesis, and was throwing snowballs at the other kids. I grumbled to myself, "Haha, very fucking funny dream." and sighed. I got up, and decided to give up on the telekinetic snowball fight, and to just explore my dream neighborhood some more. I began walking, looking around it, still astonished at how accurately my dream captured it. Everything was in the right place, the trees, the houses, the side walks, the fences, the signs, the cars... everything. After I walked for a bit, another idea poped up in my head: how about I look for that one girl I liked from my school in my neighborhood (In my dream, I knew in waking life she didn't live there, but I knew that if you just looked for a person in anyplace in a dream, chances are that you could find them). I walked around my neighbor hood for a while, looking everywhere for the girl, but soon I decided that that I should just give up, because I couldn't find her ANYWHERE.

I started walking to the mall because I wanted to see how my dream portrayed my whole town. As I was walking, I got a different idea: how about I try to fly? I jumped up into the air, and willed myself to fly. It failed, and I fell back to the ground. I tried again with the same results. On my final try, I closed my eyes and jumped into the air, but then felt my shoes hit the ground once more. I sighed, and opened my eyes, and saw that I was now in an airport. I chuckled a bit, finding the irony in the situation. However, I did not give up, and I tried about six more times. The first three, I tried flapping my arms in the air, remembering reading about this method on this site... that didn't work. I then put my first up into the air, and yelled out "Up up and away!" three times... not of them got me airborne. However, all of these attempts of flying got me one thing: a lot of strange stares from passing dream characters. I finally gave up, and decided I'd try it in another dream later.

I walked through the airport, just wanting to explore. As I was walking, I found this elevator with people going into it... it looked rather small. For some reason, I felt compelled to go into the elevator so I did... it was very cramped. I then started to notice my awareness was dwindling away and panicked, and tried to rub my hands, however I couldn't because it was too crowded! And I didn't want to say clarity now, because I knew I would get weird stares. So I decided that I would just take the whole elevator trip down, and would just PRAY that I was lucid enough to remember to increase my awareness more when we got out. We started moving, and the stewardess started talking about the company more. Luckily for me, people were rubbing up against me while we were going down, which increased my awareness. By the time we got down, I was at the same lucidity level I was when I got on the elevator, so there was no need to increase awareness. There was an office kind of place at the floor I got off of, which had people scrambling and panicking because of some attack on a plane. I simply ignored this, and went past the people, and the office soon somehow morphed into a dimly lit version of my living room. In the middle of the living room, there were some kids from my school, looking at me very seriously. Curious, I walked up to them and was about to ask them what they were doing here. But before I could even ask, one put a hand on my shoulder, and well.... started lecturing me about some more... private issues about my life (I don't wish to speak about them here). Each one did this, and each speech they gave was emotional and tear filled. After they were all done, they made me promise them I'd do what they had asked... I promised them (at this point... I was astonished at what my sub-concious had to say about my life). They all hugged me... and I hugged me back... which during, I was thinking to myself "Ah jeez... this is gonna be a lot of writing of DV..." and right after I thought that, I woke up. ((YAAAY! My first long lucid dream! Sure, it wasn't that cool or exciting, but in my dream I was just elated that i was dreaming, and that I was aware of it! I hope I have another dream like this one soon.)) Clarity: 8/10 Awareness: 7/10

Anyway, I was taking a nap on my bed when I had a dream about being in some city doing something... (thought I can't remember what.) All I can gather is that I was near some building made of bricks. I woke up with SP, and I couldn't move. Instead of waiting until it wore off, I decided I would just go back into my dream and try to become lucid.

It worked. I re-entered the dream lucid. I did a RC just to double check (nose plug) and sure enough, air went through my nostrils. All I can remember is that I started running, running at high speeds, having a blast. I repeated to my self several times, "This is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream!" as I ran. If I were to rate my awareness level, I would put it at a VERY unstable 7/10. Unfortunately... it was very VERY short lived.

I lost ludicity. Next thing I can remember is.... that I was in this... weird... hospital place. For some reason, my therapist was my Doctor... and he told me I had Syphilis. He told me that I had to age 38 to live. My mom was there with me, and she was angry at me for getting syphilis. What happened next is kinda fuzzy... but what I DO remember is that I was in this sort of... wooden tree-house-shack thingy majig. It was a bit hot (I didn't actually feel it... but... actually, how did I know it was hot?) and it was full of kids who I went to school with. They all seemed to have the same thing I had, syphilis. I think I talked to some of them about something... but I don't remember what. Anyway, I climbed down out of the tree-house, and discovered I was in some sort of plaza like area, the hospital on one side, a pharmacy on the other, a random building at another, and the street at the final side. I walked back into the hospital a few times, and checked out the pharmacy roof-top a bit (I don't know how I got there), which soon after, I woke up in SP once more. However, instead of trying to go back into a dream, I decided I should wake-up.

Had a dream about Skyrim.... all I can remember is a Jarl saying "His speeches drive the toughest creatures to tears."

((I wouldn't call this a fragment, cause I remember it as a full dream, just most of it is VERY fuzzy and hard to re-call.)) So... I was in this school... which looked like a mix between my middle school, and my high school. Most of what happened is very fuzzy... however, I remember me feeling very excluded, and all these kids thinking I was weird. I remember one part of the dream where we were walking home, it was dark out. The kids I was walking with also thought I was weird, and kind of excluded me, or downed me when I gave my opinion on a conversation they were having.

Blackness... that's all there was. I could feel nothing, I could see nothing, I could taste nothing, I could smell NOTHING... I could only think. My thoughts, in the 'dream' seemed like they were 'amplified'... like I was thinking much more deeply then I normally would. I can't remember specifically, but I think I was thinking about dreaming, lucid dreaming, my past dreams, how dreams relate to my life, and my life in general. I can remember, I made some pretty deep revelations about myself... too bad I can't remember them. Heck, I'm not even sure if you could consider it a dream... all I know is, when I awoke suddenly from it... and thought back on it... I just had the feeling of it being a dream-like state (you know how when you remember a dream, you know they are a dream and not like a real memory? Well it felt like that when I was remember the state I was in.) Anyway, if anyone knows what this is called, comment.

So, I was standing in a very small field... I would say maybe... about half the size of a (American) Football field. It was perfectly rectangle with a forest surrounding around the perimeter. In the field, were six open walled rooms. Each room, only consisted of two walls, a floor, and some furnishings... you could imagine them in a doll house kind of style. In these rooms, there were people going about there normal lives as if they were living in a normal, full-sized house. One building was particularly interesting. It was a narrow building (kind of like a small tower) with two floors. It kind of looked like a nightclub in a tower. Like the other buildings, it was open and you could see inside of it. The lighting was red, the music was... very bass heavy. On the top floor was a stripper pole surronded by men, on the bottom floor was a fat pudgey guy with a cigar in his mouth. For some reason, I felt compelled to check it out, so I did. I walked over, and into the building. As soon as I entered, some walls just appeared behind me, so it looked like I was inside of a normal building (however, the inside was still the same size, which was just a very very small tower (about the size of a townhouse) with two floors, a stripper pole on the second floor with a spiral staircase connecting it to the bottom floor, and on the bottom floor was a small bar. The man walked up to me, and threw some powder on me and said, "You wanted to work for me, so I made you a female. You may now go up and strip for then men." Apparantly, I thought nothing of it, and walked up the spiral stair case to the waiting men. I went up to the poll, and well... I stripped and danced and stuff. A few moments later, I woke up in my bed. I lay still for a few moments, trying to register what just happened in my dream, before I started to laugh my *ss off!

I went over to Gabe's (my boyfriend's) house. I entered, it was kind of dark. There was a computer monitor, on it was a picture of a random black kid, around my age in a Superman costume.
I felt as if he was my friend, (even though IRL I've never met this kid...). I turned around, and saw the same kid on the display, except he was now 3... and in a much smaller superman costume sitting on a couch.
The middle part of the dream is kind of a blur, but I saw the kid from the picture AGAIN, but this time he was with my dad, and the same age as me, and wearing normal clothing. Soon after, some of my
Dad's relatives entered and a party started. My dad, and some of his realtives, noticed that I hadn't had my hair cut at all, then suggested I should get it cut. Faith (my step brothers wife),
started talking about how people should shave their pubes (WTF), and one of my aunts chimed in and said we should shave our butt-hair as well (....wut?). I agree'd. Then, I was flipped on to my belly, and I started getting
spanked () for no apparent reason by... I don't even know who. Everyone was cheering on whoever was doing it and laughing... This is when I woke up, and the dream was over.