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    1. The Prince of Light, Exploring

      by , 06-21-2012 at 02:59 PM (Sydney's Nightly Adventures)
      The Prince of Light (Non-lucid)


      I remember being picked to be in some sort of class. I walked in. The room was pretty dark, and only ominous light shown from hidden places around the room.

      Each desk was set on a stair step, and their were also desks opposite those desks on the other side of the stair step.
      I walked around awkwardly, trying to find a desk. Almost all of them were taken. I decided to pick one right beside a girl I thought I knew.

      After everyone had settles, a weird air set over the place. All of a sudden, everyone turned into a different person. They were their same "person", just different attitudes. They became very slow and almost unresponsive. For some reason, I was unaffected.

      The "camera" went up to the top of the stairs. It showed an immediate drop off to the floor below.
      A shining boy flew in. The "camera" focused on him. He had snowy white hair. He was standing up on something. I assumed that somthing possessed magic that gave him the ability to fly. He had kind eyes, and a dazzling smile. The whole being of him just sparkled with pure white light.

      Exploring (Non-lucid)


      I remember being in some sort of small cave, exploring or something. A boy was with me. He had brought two flashlights with him. Ignoring the other flashlight, I just shot light out of my hands. I thought nothing about it.

      Another little creature was with us. It was very hyper, and we had to shine our lights on it wherever it went, so we wouldn't lose it. My lights started to dim, but I quickly renewed them by willing them to brighten and extending my arms out further.

      Updated 06-21-2012 at 03:03 PM by 32984

      non-lucid , memorable
    2. 6/11/12 Almost lucid!

      by , 06-21-2012 at 02:42 PM (Sydney's Nightly Adventures)
      Almost Lucid! (Non-lucid)


      I was standing in the kitchen at my mom's house. Then I realized, "Am I supposed to be here?" I nose plugged RC but for some reason I thought it failed. I tried again. I breathed through my nose, but I thought it felt normal. So then I tried to hover. I jumped up and willed myself to, but I just fell back down and hit the ground.
      non-lucid , memorable
    3. 5/27/12 Running

      by , 05-27-2012 at 03:35 PM (Sydney's Nightly Adventures)

      I was with my Cross Country team. I remember we had to go through these "checkpoints" while running. In those checkpoints we could use the bathroom, change clothes, etc. I'm not sure how much time we had during those checkpoints.

      I remember running out of the checkpoint, following after one of the guys on my team. It was nighttime; and it looked like we were running through downtown somewhere. There were people cheering all around; the finish line must be near.

      Somehow we made it to my mom's house. I was standing with some of my Cross Country team. We were waiting to get into the next checkpoint, which was in the backyard of my mom's house, and was underground. I was waiting on my mom to open it, but she kept going so slow. So I got impatient.

      That's all I remember.


      I remember pushing my conditioner and shampoo bottles aside while trying to get into the shower.
    4. 5/23/12 Road Trip!

      by , 05-23-2012 at 12:15 PM (Sydney's Nightly Adventures)
      I remember being inside my school. It was mentoring day, and I had to help with the little kids after school when they play their outside games. (It must have been field day for them)

      I remember walking outside my classroom and into the middle of the hallway, where my friend who is a Junior, Mike's sister, was waiting for me. She held a piece of paper in her hand. "Here's the directions for the games," she smiled. "I can't wait. It's gonna be fun."

      I opened the piece of paper and it said something about having to work at the little kid's games. Well, I already knew that.
      Somehow though, I ended up changing missions. Instead of helping the little kids, I was supposed to do some sort of picture work. I had to go take pictures of different houses along the highway.

      For some reason my mom's car was at the school, but she wasn't there. So I decided to drive it out, even though I didn't have a license. Along the way, I kept swerving and nearly took out a couple cars; but I was pretty careful. I was worried because if a policeman stopped me; I don't have a license.

      Riding along the highway, I managed to carefully take pictures of nearby houses while keeping my eyes on the road. They turned out fairly good and I was surprised with myself. I came to an old house. The grass was overgrown, and their were some rusty things in the yard. I pulled into the driveway, and got out.

      It turns out my parents were here doing something. They saw me and were surprised. I admitted that I had driven here without anyone in the car with me. They were fine with it.

      Instead of my mom's car, I grabbed a nearby Moped scooter. I then drove that back to school.
    5. 5/20/12 Colorful Classroom, Futuristic Clip, The Warehouse Restaurant

      by , 05-20-2012 at 05:28 PM (Sydney's Nightly Adventures)
      Colorful Classroom

      I remember sitting in a classroom at my school. I was with a couple other people. I was sitting in a desk in front of the teacher’s desk.

      The teacher as well as the rest of the students got up and left. I stayed put, and looked around the room. I saw that the teacher had a pet bird. It didn’t talk or anything though. The room was very colorful; it kind of looked like a kindergarten room.

      Then I was at a pool. There was a bridge that went over it I think. For no apparent reason I just had a towel on. I probably just got out of the shower.

      My friend Mike’s sisters were there, swimming. I waited until they were done to go put my clothes back on. I grabbed them from the floor, and headed to the backyard where everyone else was.

      The backyard looked like my mom’s backyard, not Mike’s house. I don’t know why I didn’t go inside to change, because I walked into the backyard still with a towel on, holding my clothes. But then I realized; wait, these aren’t my clothes. I picked up the wrong ones! So I quickly ran back to the pool and got mine and put them on.

      I walked back to the backyard. Mike was there, and so were some other people who I didn’t recognize. I think we were playing tag or something, he was trying to catch me or something. I started running, and since he was faster than me, he reached me in less than 2 seconds. He grabbed my feet with one hand and pulled them up; somehow making me lay flat on the ground.

      I looked at him and laughed. I ran away again, and he did the same thing.

      Then the dream ended.

      Futuristic Clip

      I remember being with my sister. She showed me little videos and clips about superheroes and fairytales. I remember watching some about some form of Spiderman. She told me to watch closely at the next clip. It showed the future. Everyone looked like a robot, and they talked in monotone. It was a family. Somehow the dad cracked himself (you could see a crack or something going down his body) and he died in his wife’s arms. “Oh no,” The wife said. “My husband has died. What ever shall I do?”

      Her daughter walks over to a tube hanging on the wall. “Look here, mother,” she says. “Bring him over here, and insert his head into this tube.”

      The mother stuck his head into the tube. The daughter pushed a few buttons on the side, and in no time the father was alive. “Thank you,” he said. “It was like I was not really dead.” Then the family smiled at the camera and did a thumbs up.

      The Warehouse Restaurant

      I was traveling with my family. We came upon this little Christian school, as it said on our GPS. The outside looked like a large warehouse. We were skeptical if this was actually a school. It wasn’t. We looked inside to find that it was a huge fast food restaurant.

      A guy I knew came out. He asked me what I wanted. I wondered if he recognized me; I don’t think he did. I told him what we all wanted, and he hurriedly went back in.

      Soon he came out, looking for an employee that was outside. We found him talking to some woman in her car, apparently flirting with her.

      That’s all I remember.

      Updated 05-20-2012 at 05:30 PM by 32984

    6. 5/18/12 A lucid, 2 dreams, and a fragment

      by , 05-18-2012 at 12:23 PM (Sydney's Nightly Adventures)
      Clarity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
      Type: DILD (semi-lucid)

      I remember being in some kind of forest area. It was very dark, but for some reason we had these little lamps hanging up in the trees to provide light. I was with a couple of people.

      I can’t remember what caused us to do this, but my friends starting sprinting off, like they got scared of something. I quickly followed behind them, tracking them down with my eyes so that I wouldn’t get lost in the darkness.
      I went around every tree and crevice that I could see that they dodged. I came to a small hill, and jumped off. In midair I thought, “Wait, this is a dream!” and landed. I felt a mild shock in my shoulders and back. I didn’t RC, I just kept following them. Eventually the dream ended. I only took that little moment to notice that I was dreaming, but lost lucidity right after that moment.

      A Two Story Car?
      I was with my sister Sam, and my little brother Tom. We were inside a large vehicle. There were these two men who were taking us somewhere in it.
      I think we were trying to hide some sort of object. But I’ll get to that later.

      We stopped at some sort of truck stop, and a lot of weird people were walking around. The men got out, and told us to stay inside. They would only be a minute.

      We stayed inside the car and explored around. I found some stairs in the back of the car (the car outside was like a van, except it had two stories inside!) and climbed up them. Inside, I found a room as large as the one below. It looked like there were bookshelves full of records and books. Looking to the right I saw just a regular window. This room didn’t look like it was designed for a car at all, just a regular room you would find in your house.

      I walked downstairs and my sister was playing music on the radio. It was so loud I heard it while on the stairs. I think my brother was just sitting there not doing anything.

      I got back into my seat in the front (the steering wheel was on the right). I saw a weird man walk by, so I slid down in my seat. “Don’t let him see you.” I whispered.

      Eventually the men came back. We drove to some sort of warehouse looking place. Whatever we were trying to hide, one of the men had with him. We walked inside and saw some people walking around boxes. Inside looked like a huge garage. We went through a sort of side room (it looked like a hotel room) and I think put whatever we were hiding on the floor.

      Then the dream ended

      It's About to Rain
      We were at our school. I was with my friend Mike and his mom. We were outside on the playground, walking around. I remember Mike’s mom saying, “Mike, let’s go running.” (They were runners)
      He looked at the sky. It was a weird shade of yellow and it was starting to rain. “No, mom,” he said. “It’s going to get bad, the weather.”
      “Who cares let’s go.” She insisted.
      “But mom –“
      “Let’s go.” She said sternly.

      After that weird episode, it turns out they didn’t go running after all. He came to my house and we were in my bedroom. I think he was supposed to keep me company during the storm.

      We were in my sister’s car. She was driving down the road. All of a sudden, we see a car bump the one in front of him. They immediately stop, and Ken keeps going, since she’s in the other lane. I hear her go, “Oh my gosh!”
    7. 5/17/12 Driving Tips

      by , 05-17-2012 at 12:34 PM (Sydney's Nightly Adventures)
      I remember being with my mom in her car. She was driving us around. It seems like we were younger than usual. My little brother was with me in the backseat. My mom talked to us about how dangerous driving could be, and that you always have to be careful and aware. She told us to buckle up.

      While my mom was stopped at an intersection, I tried to buckle both my brother and I. It took a bit, but I finally got the right buckle in its right slot. I remember my brother laughing and saying, “That’s cool.” When I accidentally buckled us together.
      Tags: car, mom, seatbelt, tom
    8. 4/14/12 A Thief in the Night

      by , 05-14-2012 at 01:07 PM (Sydney's Nightly Adventures)
      I lay down on the floor, getting ready for bed. I was sleeping over at my grandmother's house in the dream, but it wasn't her real house. My sister and I were sleeping in what looked like a large living room. My other sister, Ken, was sleeping in a bed somewhere in the house. So we slept on a pallet on the floor.

      I "woke up" at around dawn. My grandmother came running in. She told us there was a thief in the house.

      I got up and tiptoed around, my grandmother following me. I didn't hear anything. I looked out of the nearest window, and sure enough there was a hooded figure running through the nearby yard away from the house. He was holding what looked like a Wal-Mart plastic bag.

      He ran into a crowd of people going to school. I shot through the hallway, and out the door, determined to catch him. He was walking by now. I darted in front of him.

      "What did you take!?" I yelled, trying to get his attention.
      He looked up at me. He looked familiar, oddly familiar. He was very tall; much taller than me. His hood almost hid his eyes.
      He sighed, then threw the bag down.
      "Here," he said. "I don't need it."
      He looked at me. I noticed a sad look in his eyes, like he was searching for something.
      He turned and walked away, through the crowd.
      I stood there, my head spinning. How did I do that? I thought to myself.

      I looked inside the bag. There was a shrunken version of my backpack in there, and a couple of books I had at the house.
      Well I better go back.

      I walked back inside the house. My grandmother and my sisters ran up to me. "Are you okay?" They asked. I said I was fine, but a bit troubled. Why would he give these back?

      I walked into a little room on the right. Ken followed me inside. I looked up to a picture on the wall. The boy in the picture looked a lot like the hooded boy, only in the picture it was a younger version of him.

      When Ken looked at the picture, she said she knew who he was. He used to live in this house. I guess he was looking for something but was too embarrassed to walk up and ask or something like that.

      Then the dream ended.

      Updated 05-14-2012 at 01:09 PM by 32984

      non-lucid , memorable
    9. 5/12/12 The Elemental Hunger Games

      by , 05-12-2012 at 11:42 AM (Sydney's Nightly Adventures)
      The Art of Rocketing
      I remember being at school. I was the only one in the hallway except for a girl. She walked up to a table near to me. I looked at the table. On it were books that had a lime green color on them. The girl noticed my interest and said, "You should check out this book. It's really great." Then she walked away.

      I walked up to the table and eyed the books. They were all the same. I read the cover. "The Art of Rocketing." it said. I flipped through the pages and decided that I wanted to try it out. So I started to read it.

      The dream turned into the scenario of the book. Two friends were out in the woods with their rockets. They placed the rockets under them and strapped on. One guy flew backwards; the rocket facing the other way than his body was. He shot through the trees. I could see the fire coming out of his rocket blazing throughout the air.
      They flew their rockets over to a creepy house that was for sale. A map was shown in front of me of the whole house. Apparently there were ghosts in some rooms, as it showed on the diagram.

      The Elemental Hunger Games
      I was sitting there with some people I knew and some I didn't know. We were sitting on a bench in a waiting room. In front of us was a wide mural of what looked like a map.

      I think I knew where I was. It was just like the Hunger Games; only you were on teams. You had to kill each person in each team to win. I think there were 4 teams with 5 or 6 people on each.

      My friend sat beside me. She looked over to me. "Hey," she said. "I hope we're on the same team."
      I nodded. "What elements do you know?" I asked her.
      She held up her hand and produced water in it, making it float. "Only water."
      I held up my hands and showed her mine. First I created a fiery ember in my hands, moving my hand all around it. Then I summoned a piece of earth in my hands. Next I created water the same way my friend did. Then I felt a gust of wind in my hands. I felt it circling around me.

      "So you know all of them, huh," she said. "I guess you're the avatar then."
      I didn't think that this was strange at all.

      Soon we had to go disperse into teams. Before I knew it, we were all on the battlefield sitting in our underground base. Everyone took turns going outside and guarding. It was a matter of life and death; we waited for the other teams to get beaten while we hid. It may have been cowardly, but I guess it was smart. It was my turn to go guard. I emerged out into some kind of junkyard. And to my luck, a large boy with what looked like a spear in his hands (this may have been Cato) came charging at me.

      I ducked as he tried to hit me with it, and threw an uppercut into his stomach. Staggering, he threw his spear straight at me. I dodged it; hearing it whistle by my right ear. Somehow I killed him, I don't remember how I did.
    10. 5/11/12 Thieves

      by , 05-11-2012 at 07:50 AM (Sydney's Nightly Adventures)
      I was with my friend Julia and a couple of others. We were staying at some kind of hotel apartments. Around the hotel, there were some restaurants. One was McDonald's. I was kind of complaining that it didn't have any breakfast restaurants, like Huddle House or I-HOP. I remember walking down to a sort of tent thing outside of the building and sitting on the top of the jumpy surface. We leaned over and saw some kind of huge pot with what looked like yellow foam in it. I met some more friends from my class here.

      Once we were done, we walked back to the building. We entered what looked like my garage. Julia went through the door in front of me first. Suddenly, I dropped all of my shoes. Apparently I was holding them in my hands.

      I stooped down to pick up all of my shoes that dropped. I set my three bags on the floor; my purse, backpack, and a yellow duffle bag.

      I decided I would put a pair on, but struggled. I chose the flip flops; but I still couldn't put them on easily. So I just decided to grab all three. Julia was waiting for me inside the door, so I better hurry.

      I felt like someone was watching me. I looked up. Sure enough, a boy looked at me from around the corner, then hid his face. Before he could walk away, I ran in front of him. He smirked at me. He held my backpack and duffle in his hand.

      "Hey!" I yelled, lurching for my bags. He stepped back.
      "You don't want to do that." He smirked again.
      "And why not?"
      "I have a bomb here," He pointed into something in his pocket. "That could go off at any moment if you try me."
      I turned around, looking for something to hit him with. But when I turned back around to face him, he was already out the door. I started to run after him, but another boy, a much taller, stronger than the other, stepped in front of me.

      "Seriously, don't." He said.
      I tried to hit him, on the neck, hopefully that could stun him. I missed because he dodged.
      He held up what looked like a chalkboard eraser. "Nested inside here," he said, "is another bomb. Don't mess with me."
      I hesitated. Then I heard the door open behind me. Julia came running out, and started trying to hit the guy. We both were trying to throw punches, but he kept blocking them with his strong arms. Eventually we started kicking him, and he eventually ran away. They still had my bags though.
    11. 5/10/12 Creepy Noise

      by , 05-10-2012 at 07:44 AM (Sydney's Nightly Adventures)
      I was with a couple of friends somewhere in someone's house. We walked up to the bottom of the staircase and all of the sudden we heard something. It sounded like muffled cries and screams coming from the upstairs bedroom. We thought that someone was kidnapping someone upstairs, or they were watching a scary movie.
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    12. 5/7/12 Fragment

      by , 05-07-2012 at 09:57 PM (Sydney's Nightly Adventures)
      I remember running around outside my house with only a towel on. This usually happens often in my dreams; it's kind of embarrassing; especially when someone in my class ran up to me and started carrying me back into the house.
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    13. 5/3/12 The Ribbons; New School, New Worries

      by , 05-03-2012 at 12:33 PM (Sydney's Nightly Adventures)
      The Ribbons
      I remember being with my friends, J, E, and my sister Sam. For some reason we were exploring a tall hill. We decided to go back down. We were running down it as fast as we could, and we found someone’s house. Since we couldn’t go around it; we just decided that we would run through it and hope that no one saw us. We entered through their back patio door, and raced through there, looking for a front door. We ran into a big room, it was a girl’s room; she was possibly an only child. We ran through her outside door and made it onto the front driveway. We stopped to take a breath. Just as soon as we did though, two old men walked out of the house. They were looking at us rather curiously.

      “Please, come inside.” They said. “We would love to have you for company.”

      We hesitated, but decided to come in anyway. We went back through the outside door, entered the girl’s room, and then came through the kitchen. To the left was a bathroom.

      The dream sped forward. Apparently, one of our friends had taken some kind of purple hair ribbon piece from the girl’s room. We were still there and just looking around. J tried it on, wondering what it would look like. It was very pretty.

      I wanted to try something on. I looked around and found a wig; it looked like Hannah Montana’s wig; only it was very tangled. I held it in my hands, and looked all around the top of it, looked for the part. I found it. I decided I didn’t want to put it on; it probably wouldn’t look good anyways.

      The girl walked into her room, and seeing the four visitors, she ran back out. She then came back in. She was tall, and very pretty. She started talking to us about something. I looked at J and noticed that the ribbons were still in her hair. Crap.

      The dream sped forward again, and the girl left. She was okay that we were looking at her stuff. I wanted to try on the ribbon, so I got it from J and put it in my hair. I liked it a lot. I did some sort of dance routine with it on, and everyone said I also looked good with it in my hair. I made a note to myself to get more ribbons later on.
      That’s all I remember.

      New School; New Worries
      I was supposed to transfer to a new school. But I was just treating the first day as trying out for the school, and if I didn’t like it, I would switch back to my old one. I was very nervous; because this school was very big, and had many, many clubs; which means there are a lot of students. I came from a small private school, so you could imagine my anxiety.

      To soften my fear I remembered that both of my good friends went here; although, I probably wouldn’t be able to find them on the first day.
      I came through glass double doors. In front of me was not like a regular school that you have seen. It was awesome. The hallways looked like we were in some kind of space shuttle or something. It was decorated well.

      Someone came up to me, I don’t remember his name though. He welcomed me to the school, and told me that I should probably join a club first to get started. After immediately hearing these words, a group of girls ran up to me.
      She asked if I wanted to join theirs. I’m not sure what their club was, but you carried around brown messenger bags.
      I obliged, and they handed me a brand new messenger bag. I put it around my shoulder and let it hang over my upper body. One of the people in the club came up to me.
      “Wear it like this.” She said, fixing the bag so that she had her hand on the front of it. “That way you’ll look official.”

      I told her thanks, and turned towards the man that started talking to me in the first place. He said something about stamina in combat. My mind went straight to Eona for some reason. Anyways, he started throwing punches at me. I started to remark, but instead I jumped up and managed to dodge really well. I was impressed with myself.

      The I heard people all around say, “You’ll do well here, new kid.”
      All of a sudden, there was a siren. A pretty loud one. Everyone then went into a panic, and started walking fast. I ran outside to see what all the commotion was. The sky was grey and I could see a darker grey of a cyclone. I told myself if I didn’t go back in, I would get lost from my people. I quickly ran back in, and was being ushered by the man to get to safety.

      That’s all I remember.
    14. 5/2/12 Apartment Sleepover

      by , 05-02-2012 at 12:24 PM (Sydney's Nightly Adventures)
      I remember being invited to a humongous party/slumber party with a ton of people in an apartment. Like the whole building. Even their parents came.

      After everyone got there, the apartments looked like they were all filled up with furniture (the building was empty when we got there). Inside the building on each floor, the apartments were divided, with a wide hallway in between them; like a mall layout only the stores were rooms.

      After a while, everyone got settled and people were going from room to room chatting. I remember meeting a boy (I think it was a boy, but he acted like this girl at my school who always wants attention, but he wasn’t “gay”) and he would always get into trouble. He was known for deceiving people and lying to them.

      I tried to befriend him, but after a while, he started to sneer at me, and backed away, smirking. I asked him what the problem was. He said he didn’t like me and to go away (or something like that). All sad, I just retreated back into my room.

      A few minutes later, he came back and apologized. He said that he didn’t mean it. I just agreed, and we walked around meeting people together for a while.

      Morning came, and we had to pack up. It was like renovations; all the plastic needed to be put back on everything, and for some reason we were going to put plastic over the whole building; as I didn’t see windows, only see through plastic.

      As we were packing up, I asked the boy if he could help me with something real quick. He came over, took one look, and walked away. “I have no idea who you are!” He yelled.

      I just stood there, with a puzzled expression on my face. What just happened?
      Oh well, he’s just stupid.

      That’s really all I remember.
      non-lucid , memorable
    15. 4/30/12 Gore alert! Guinea Pig Haven

      by , 04-30-2012 at 12:18 PM (Sydney's Nightly Adventures)
      Gore alert!
      I remember sitting somewhere with a woman who looked like she was in her 30’s. She was telling me stories from her childhood. I remember she told me a story that sounded like this: (it’s kinda gory, in the dream I even gagged when I thought about it)

      “A long time ago, I cut my fingers to the bone. The blood that was trying to escape couldn’t go through my tiny blood vessels, so immediately my friends had to rip those out for me.”


      That’s all I remember.

      Guinea Pig Haven
      I remember coming across a small house with my friends. The walls were see through, and there was no door, only a flap. And there were no windows. Looking inside, on the floor we discovered paper shavings - hamster/guinea pig bedding. We looked closer and found some abnormally large guinea pigs running around in there.

      We found a pretty large one who was brown all over and fuzzy. He came up to me, sniffed me, and just stood there. I petted it. It was quite friendly.

      At the end of the dream I remember my brother Tom was riding the guinea pig somewhere.
      Tags: guinea pig, house, tom
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