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I'm in the car with my dad, driving to school, wearing my uniform. We're on the long straight of road, when I realise things look a bit weird. I count my fingers, and become lucid. "You've got to be kidding me..." I say, at first, I guess I was frustrated that I'd got ready, showered, sat in a car, and it turned out to be just a dream. However, I soon realised that this was a good thing, and looked over at dad, who sat there happily, smiling. "What should we do?" I asked, thinking of things, while rubbing my hands together for stabilazation. I realise we were in a car, so I moved onto his side, and I teleported him to my seat, whilst looking away (I thought it'd be easier if I didn't have to SEE him dissapear) I turn back around, to see that he's gone, but for some reason I stare very closely, and he slowly appears into the seat, like little pixels forming. (first succesful teleport! YES)

I grab the steering wheel tightly, and press down on the accelerator, wary of all the cars. I move into the right lane, and begin overtaking all the cars. I do this for a while, when I realise a BIG green truck is heading towards me. I wonder what to do, waiting for dad to shout at me to turn a certain way. He says nothing, so I swerve left, whilst braking, which results in the car kind of locking up sideways, heading towards the ditch at the side of the road. The truck, is also doing the same thing, and everything just kind of turns into third person view, I wonder what will happen. I wonder if I'll "die" and wake up so I prepare to DEILD. I do wake up, but I decide to jot a few words down so I remember.

-next dream-

I'm in a classroom, with people I don't know, and the bell finally rings. The teacher trys to say something like "Remember the spring carnival!' But everyone screams and shouts over him just to annoy him. I look back, he seems frustrated. We all walk out the door, emerging into a somewhat wide hallway filled with students. On my left, is a drink fridge kind of thing, the shelf-like ones that have no door. Everyone is taking them, so I presume they're free. I grab to solo's and walk towards the exit.

I hear my teacher attempting to say something again, but we all scream, and he seems to stop trying. I throw my solo up in the air, hoping to cause a bit of excitement and stir the students up, and they all laugh, and shout. The teacher that we've been ignoring, comes up next to me, and says something. I turn back, looking for my drink, and grab it. "Half price discount!" He tries to joke, because my drink is now only half full. (I'm not sure what happend to the other one, I think it just dissapeared) I decide to throw it at him, so I shake it up, fall back into the crowd, and throw it at him. Nothing comes out, but it hits him softly in the back, and he turns around, looking a bit depressed that no one seems to like him.

I walk next to him, and say "Where's your car?" because I'm planning on throwing the drink through his window. He tells me the name and model instead, so I figure I should just follow him and find out. Unfortunately, I see my dad, who looks a bit suspicious, waiting in the car to pick me up. So as the teacher says something about a bodyguard, and I insult him one more time, I walk to my car, and get in. I wake up. -End Dream-

Fragments: Impulse deoderant. On a ship trying to solve something I think. Playing this game that was very complex and required you to press three buttons at once to perform an attack that always changed.

7/3/2011
A Minecraft-esque dream. I'm building some kind of fort for a home base. There is a horrible creeper attack. First one blows a hole in the wall by the storeroom. I rush in to fix it, and his buddies creep in and finish me. I respawn and am trying to work back up to what I had. I get a few items back from my death. A brigand npc captures the Vaarsuvius npc (from the Order of the Stick), but I'm not prepared to be able to rescue V. I am adding potato chips to raise walls because it's all I have.

There are planes flying through a tunnel in the mountain with a lava river and lavafall. They are dropping water to turn the lava into sandstone.

J offers to help rescue V. A couple other npcs come too, one being a famous adventurer dressed in tan with a tan hat and white hair and whiskers. We descend into the cave, but the footing is precarious, and there is lava. I tell my mom not to step in that shiny stuff on the step (it'd be better to fall and break a leg than to step in that). She jumps over it, too far, too clumsy, and falls in the lava. That is NOT what I meant. J and I desperately reach in and pull her out. I feel so bad and guilty that it happened that I am even distressed after I wake up. Then I realize it can't have been real lava because it didn't hurt to reach in.

I didn't want to remember this one.

Lately I've been having a little trouble remembering my dreams after I've woken up, which concerns me a little because I almost always remember them. I'm always telling family and friends, "I had the strangest dream last night..." and then proceed to tell them all about it. Thankfully, i remember bits and pieces of the dream I had last night:

I'm driving in a car on what appears to be a freeway. I'm coming up on a slower moving vehicle, so I move over into the lane to the right of the vehicle and accelerate to pass it. As I look down the road I see another vehicle coming in the opposite direction and it has just moved into the same lane as me. I'm puzzled about this but not really concerned because everything around me seems to be happening in slow motion, but my reaction time(s) are still the same. So as the other car approaches me, I am easily able to move to the right just enough to let him pass me, then move to the left back into my lane. A few minutes later, I go to pass another car and the same thing happens but it's a different car this time. Then a few minutes after that, I see a car ahead of me try to change lanes, but it clips another car and they both start to go out of control. There I am in my car, watching this multi-car accident unfold in slow motion all around me. I'm watching pieces of the cars coming off and go flying slowly through the air. Even though my car remains undamaged, I pull over to the side of the road because I was a witness to the accident and will need to tell the police what happened. I see a restaurant on the opposite side of the road and suddenly find myself inside it, asking to use their phone. But the people in the restaurant, employees and customers alike, all just saw the accident and are asking me questions about it: "Are you all right?". "What happened?" "Who caused it?"

That's pretty much all I remember.

28.09.2011

I become Zeus within a dream and went Trick or Treat (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was going with Ana in a car trip. She was going to drive as I felt very tired. It was getting dark, so I got comfortable in my car and tried to fall asleep.

I found myself in a small town and realized that since I went to sleep in the car, I was dreaming (funny, accepting the reality of a dream, but not realized I went to sleep in a dream) I was in front of a big mountain. Such mountain was filled by houses and stores. I took a small flight to make my dream crystal clear and immediately recalled the ToTM.

I thought about transforming again into God Phoenix, but I realized that was a Roman God and not a Greek one. I decided to aim for Zeus. I started to visualize lighting bolts sparkling within my hands. Soon, I started to grow. My arms and chest became very muscular and I grew up in size. I suddenly had a huge lighting bolt in my hand. A voice told me I was Zeus and I owned the Master Bolt.








I figured with the basic done, I needed a costumer, but again, as it was a dream, I really did not care about it. I flew to one of the homes on the mountain and knocked the door requested trick or treat.
A kid opened the door and gave me a small purple ball. I tasted it. It was like strawberries.

With both task done, I decided to try to project, but suddenly I felt my dream body moving abruptly.

I woke up in the car. We had an accident and the dream turned third person. My parents where there and they were talking with my wife. She was freaking out due the accident. I tried to ask her what happened, but she was too nervous to talk.
A little after, I woke up for real.

27.09.2011

Accidents in the freeway (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was driving in the freeway. Most of the times, I had first person view, but at some points, I had aerial view. I saw a lot of accidents in the freeway and cars crashing. Suddenly, a guy hit me, but my car was a red motorized skateboard. He smashed it a bit. The guy got out of the car and walk towards me, trying to fight. I adviced him he better paid for the damages. The guy ignored me so I wrote down his plates.

I drove to my apartment. It was decorated with Buddhist decor. I had a big table with some brass bowls. I grabbed one bowl and played it. The singing bowl made an amazing music.

Hours of sleep: 10
Vividness: 5/5
Recall: 3/5

1. I'm standing in a street, watching the Tour the Fance(cycling race for those who don't know). There is a famous cyclist, I don't recall his name. He is winning the race, because he leads with a time advantage of 2 hours. He is so happy that he stops in every 10 meters, to get from his bike and to hug the people watching. I can see that he's so happy that he cries all the time.
After the seven time he stops, he finally gets on his bike to finally finish the race. He rides his bike a few minutes but there is a car driving towards him, he gets involved in a car crash, flies high into the sky and lads somewhere on the street. He is bad injured and only gets slowly on his bike. Suddenly all the other cyclist are passing him and he only finishes the race with a 30-minutes-delay

2. I'm in front of the school were I did my practical training. I speak to two teacher I used to work with. I'm asking him about the children how they do. A child appears and tells me about something that doesn't make sense at all. I fake a smile and say he should play with his friends. The teacher tell me that they've got a few new pupils. Suddenly I see one of these new pupils and I realize that it looks like an alien,. I'm really confused and I don't know what to do or to say. The teacher tells me that it's an exchange pupil from Jupiter and that he really does well (WTF?).
When things can't get even more weird, a lady enters the school with a trolley. She sells sausages to us.

I awake for real. WTF?

Night. Travel. An empty road. An accident. Bus supposed to be crushed. Someone is talking about the scattered stuff on the road, from the dead people. A security guy complained.

Alcohol. Piles of stuff from the dead just scattered on the road. I took some.

There's a box of gooey, strange stuff, probably some innards of the dead, and it's just in the middle of the street. I took them, and with a fetus, burned them near the crossroad near our old boarding house near our college. It melted the cyclone fence, and it caught a thief.

Travel. Went to Jhajha's place? Or Chris D's? Jhajha said she has to do something else, so I went home. The mood is gloomy, rainy.

Dream - Lucid

I was in a room with some other people. I think Austin was there. I remember hearing something on a radio about a car accident, a really bad one about a lady losing her arm. The radio was live, playing what the police and paramedics were saying. I remember hearing them saying
"Pick it up!"
They were talking about her arm.

While listening to this, I was watching my cat, Belle. There was an open hole in the middle of the room that resembled our tornado shelter in waking life, except for it was a bottomless pit. It did have a cover like our shelter, however, but the cover wasn't on it. Belle was playing around the hole. I watched her try to jump, lose her footing, then fall down the hole. I started crying.
"Belle! She's gone forever!"
I was very upset. I then turned back to the hole, and Belle was sitting beside it. I guess she didn't fall down the hole after all. She then did the same thing again, jumping around the hole then falling down, me crying, and her reappearing. I then slid the cover over the pit.

I then remember seeing the lady who had been in the accident. They had sewed her arm back on. She had a band wrapped around the crook of her arm where it had previously been severed. Her arms looked toned and muscular.

20.05.2011

Another madness driving nightmare (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was driving and it was night, very late actually. There were several accidents all around me. I saw big and small cars in the middle of the road and on the side of the road, some of them pretty damaged.

I saw a red van flipping next to me, but it never hit me. I was driving trying to avoid the madness, I almost hit a few cars, but avoided all of them.

I saw more damaged vehicles a few miles and a few more incidents as well. Some of these cars were totaled, but I saw no ambulances. I managed to finally get off of the freeway. I saw some crashed cars on the road, but the traffic was fine. I managed to finally park, my car was not damaged.

OK. I am getting tired of these dreams. I never had an accident in my whole life, not even a ticket... I neither saw an accident life on the road while I am driving. This is the 4th similar dream I have. I am very intuitive and I have a lot of premonitions. This must mean something. Fortunately, I always get away from the accidents without becoming part of one, but always near misses.

So, it is time for me to induce a lucid dream in this scenario and find out what my Third Eye is trying to say!

Lucidity: 9/10 (maybe better!)
Vividness: 9/10
Length: ~20-25 Min. (longest since 4/15/11)

When I was about to do something as soon as I became lucid I remembered how to make my lucid longer. So I did that. Then after I rubbed my hands, felt the ground, and smelled the air. I started to feel and notice a lot more things just like the tutorial said it would. So I started off small and started playing around lightly. I saw my shadow and saw that it was going crazy so I gained control of it and made my shadow how it is supposed to be. Then I just walked around for a while. Then I was in my house and was still lucid. I was trying to think of multiple reasons of why I was dreaming. I noticed that I had two of the same video cards and the box for it which I haven't seen in years. Then my brother, or somebody, wanted me to do something and then left. I immediately left after he did. Then all of a sudden it became kinda like a story. I killed someone, on accident, and I had to do something for them. I was in a hospital and the doctor asked me how she died. I was about to tell him when my friend dragged me out of the room. He was kinda mad. The only way I could possibly help the person I killed was to Lucid Dream. So this is my longest lucid ever. I had a team and I need them in order to complete my task. It was Kaleb, Ramone, and some other people that I didn't realize. So I found a bunch of glass that looked like it was from Minecraft so I broke it and jumped down. When I got down, almost immediately, some guy showed up and pointed at the sky and said "look, look at the stars! See how there glowing and bright? Their doing the burial of your body." It was a wonderful experience to experience something like that, especially in a lucid. I felt like I had died, and was on my quest to heaven. I asked him "do we have a time limit?" He said "yes." We had to finish the quest before our bodies died. Then he showed me a demonstration of how we were lucid dreaming this long. He was controlling our bodies, making them do what they would do if we were awake. Then he said "now, let's do something fun!" He pointed at the sky and made the scenery behind him completely change. We were to find some objects to help us on our quest. All I wanted to do was sell them rather than use them. But my friends kept me from doing that. Then it was kinda like Halo and I was running around with Halo-like weapons shooting skinny blue aliens and such. I felt like I was on computer. I was in a house and then I saw Sara so I thought "as always, I will end this lucid dream with some lucid sex." Then a timer showed up and said 19:19.19 minutes or something, I was like "cool, a timer. Now it will make it easier to find out how long I've been dreaming!" Then I woke up and remembered my very vivid and lucid adventure.

12.04.2011

Nastiest driving storm (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I needed to go to work or somewhere else. I entered my car and started to drive. It was day and there was a horrible ice storm. I could see all the cars on the street, crushing several times. Everything was like in slow motion, but the crashes looked kinda bad.

I was driving, very uncomfortably, as the cars behind me were not driving as careful as the should, however, my car never got hit.

My wife was riding a red bike. She went into the worst traffic area, where the road was almost sunken. I saw how the whole bike was covered with icy water. My wife ran to me. She was mad at me and blamed me for what happened. I got mad at her and ignored her trashing.

After a while, my wife picked up the bike and brought it to me. The bike's engine was still working fine.

DJ Log: March 19, 2011 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am shoveling snow from my driveway and the area just inside the door of my cargo trailer. It's dark and there is about 6 inches of snow on the ground, and about an inch on the road over a layer of ice. A couple of cars drive by very slowly with their flashers on. Suddenly, a motorcycle drives by very quickly then hits one of the cars, causing it to spin around and hit the other car. Another car and a van hit the brakes and slide down the road and end up crashing into the other cars. Shortly after, a pickup truck and another car slide into the wreckage.

I retrieve a flashlight from the trailer and run to the road to see if everyone is OK. Just then, a whole bunch of people are running down the hill, a lady yelling, “He just stole my motorcycle.” As they pass, the motorcycle restarts the engine and buzzes down the road. I join the chase and we are all taking huge leaping strides while we run. It only takes about 30 steps to cover about a mile (1.6Km) of road until we reach the bottom of the hill and watch the thief run into a building on the edge of town. Everyone stops and I hear someone yell, “You asshole! Don't go and start shit inside the BB&T bank.” I turn around and say, “I'm not afraid to just march into there and find this asshole.” then I run up and push my way through the revolving door. Most of the people follow me into what looks like a sleazy night club, not the bank which it looked like from the outside. We search around a bit, but the bike thief is nowhere to be seen. A random guy walks out into the hallway and asks us if we want to buy some Special K. I decline, then turn around and walk back out the door, being followed by a few others.

I walk back up the hill toward my house, listening to the people behind me mumbling about how we missed the thief. When I approach my driveway, the others behind me run as fast as they can past me and up the hill into my yard. After a brief moment, I hear a bit of commotion, then one of them yells, “I found him!” I retrieve a pistol from my side holster and start walking up the hill toward them.

The dream quickly fades and I wake up.

NON-DREAM DREAM

The hall way resembles an indoor skate half-pipe (perhaps influenced by Lucy Hall telling me a few weeks back about the photographer’s collection of bedroom half-pipes in Japan), and I seem to be running, while walking heavily down the steep corridor, a couple below me who are friends, I intentionally scare him by pretending to land on his shoulders from behind, as the hallway levels out quickly.


I then remembering lying on my back with a skateboard under my feet, feeling self-conscious that I need to prove myself, like my reputation amongst the other skaters who might be pass by and spot me momentarily, trying to pop an olley solely by force of my ankles and knees, which I do finally without too much practice.


Then I seem to be standing over a large black and white photo of a famous internationally-renowned skater from yesteryear lying in a stretcher covered in bandages looking at the camera expressionlessly. It manifests as the beginning of a video documentary on a horrific accident he had which ended his career, a view of cascading balconies of a resort hotel leading down to the blue-green waters of a lake, a helicopter hovering over the water, shadowed by a large stain of bright red blood, when the protagonist comes over, parachuting in like a bright orange hang-glider, from behind me, the commentator responding with genuine horror, anticipating that the man is flying too low, before he impacts with one of the balcony railings below, the commentator making references to his career during the excitement, painting the man as an expert, having won every type of major award, interrupted by another accident, the man apparently falling again horrifically, describing with panic how the man is next dragged by his parachute through the rotor blades of the helicopter, then across the blades of a second helicopter hovering nearby, just outside of the original field of vision. Finally the man lands and appears to stand motionlessly, covered in the deflated parachute, standing in the shallow water near the edge of a beachless cove, although no blood or shredded material is visible, suddenly begins shrieking, growing in intensity with each new breath. I wake up to the sound of the Cockatoos shrieking in the tree outside my window.

I was moving up the main cross street to my house. The hill gets very steep at one point, and this is a point I'm very familiar with and had many dreams near in the past. As I reached the stop sign, I noticed a car spinning out of control two houses down on a cross street. It slammed into a house and destroyed the front of it with a crashing noise.

I (oddly) immediately went looking for people walking nearby to show what happened. I assembled a small group, all within about 50-ft. I insisted they come take a look at what happened. When we passed the steep part of the street, I noticed it was no longer a street. It was painted red and not wide enough to fit cars. I brushed off the weirdness of that - and walked to the location of the accident. There instead, was a showroom with an awesome looking gray sports car. Press agents were around it taking pictures.

One of the people in my crowd, a blond woman says (in a frustrated tone) "Hey, I thought you said there was an accident!?" To which I replied: "I guess it was a dream."

Another throw away dream but again displays my newly fragmented dreamscape...

Written up due to similarities to this dream which occurred on the same night.

17.11.2010

Possessions (DILD)

★★☆☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Speeding down the road, I sit in the back seat of my mother's red Mazda 5, a box of newly purchased nick-knacks on the floor in front of me. Rummaging through them, I recall their origins. This small, black, flame-decalled hot-rod for instance, and this other model, were both made and painted by some of the best urban artisans in the craft. I watch apathetically as they slide across the floor to other side of the car.

That's when I notice the both side doors are slightly ajar.

They're going to fly open, I just know it. . .

WHOOOSH!

The front side-passenger door opens widely, while the rear door flies backwards, opening the cabin to the rushing, pulling, wind. In an instant, my box is gone, tossed to the side of the road by the currents of air. In the midst of this turmoil, the front door rips away from the car, tumbling wildly as it goes.

But I'm more worried about my possessions. My mother has no intent on turning back, I know, as she trudges onward, ignoring the speed limit. I guilt her with this, before realizing:

”It's a good thing this is a dream. Now I can reverse time and close the doors before any of this even happens.” As I said it, I envisioned it in my mind's eye, oblivious to the fact my mother was turning around—until the g-force from turn hit me as the rubber tires screeched and burned, drifting with the weight of the car. “Or you could just turn around.” I say snarkily. . .