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    1. 6-24-2013 Hotel dream lecture

      by , 06-24-2013 at 09:42 PM (Subjects' Dream Journal)
      legend: Dream , Semi-Lucid , Lucid , side notes.

      Hotel Dream Lecture:
      I had chosen to stay overnight at some hotel. The hotel had shower chambers outside with the guest's name on the shower door. I looked around but couldn't find mine,although i did see a shower with the name "caenis lucidis" on it and inside was a female with a good looking body. I suppose the name was a reference to "CanisLucidus", a user on here that i haven't met before. A little odd but pretty cool.

      since i couldn't find my shower, i decided to get in some nearby line, whatever the line was for, i have no idea. As i was waiting, i noticed this person standing on a ladder giving a speech to a crowd about lucid dreaming. After that, i decided i should go get some food, i found myself on my farm looking for food. As i was doing that, i was ambushed by bandits which i quickly gunned down as i was hiding in a bush.

      Next thing i know, i'm at this summer camp, these people are bringing giant coke coolers. They have diet coke and reguler coke, they also have tea and i decide i want the tea, but the tea has no ice in it. So i get coke even though i never drink coke in waking life. As im getting it, i literally crush the cup the coke is pouring into and everyone gives me a weird look. xD

      Fragment #1: I'm in some sort of old game, it appears to be daggerfall, i'm there inside the game with a couple of friends.
    2. The camp, the snack-man, and Baja, New Mexico

      by , 06-03-2013 at 05:03 AM
      My son is headed to camp this summer with the scouts and I've decided to accompany them on the bus. I know I don't have enough money to actually participate in the camp but I felt like I should come along just the same.

      The bus arrives in camp and a sharply-dressed staffer boards the bus to give us the orientation directions. After pointing us in the right direction we all head towards the barracks that will be our home for the next 11 days.

      [img]http://mountainsidebride.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/camp-wedding-wooden-signs.jpg[/img]

      I must admit I'm fairly upset that my son has brought a huge radio with him and I'm chastising him since I know it won't receive anything anyway. Besides, we're in the woods and I'm sure people would prefer to hear the sounds of nature versus the boombox he is toting around.

      Of course, my son protests, and I decide to back off as we enter the main room of the common area. Immediately I realize how weird it will be to have co-ed sleeping quarters but in all honesty that's not important right now. I see that another parent is there with her son and she is getting him ready for his ceremonial swearing-in as the leader of the contingent. I know he's not ready for the position and isn't up for the responsibility but I keep these thoughts to myself.

      Turning around in the cramped cabin I find my son has placed his radio on a nearby dresser and has turned on the music. To my surprise it is picking up radio stations just fine, but even more surprising is the TV I see mounted to the wall as I look up. I can't believe that we're in this remote location and the camp has hi-def TV.

      My son starts eating a bag of chips and unloading his stuff from his pack. I call him into the hallway and I'm fed up with his constant eating so I start yelling at him though I'm not really upset so I lower my voice and begin talking to him in a more conversational tone. It's good that I did lower my voice as the raised tones caught the attention of the camp scout-leader and he looked worried. My attention returns to my son and then pauses as he turns to ask some of the scouts entering the room about their snacks, bags of chips and goodies that are loaded up by the armful.

      "We actually got there at just the right time, "says Kevin, one of the taller and older scouts. "The line was empty when we got there but by the time we were leaving there were fifty people lining up. I'd suggest getting your snacks now while they still have some."

      I look at my son, knowing he can probably wait, but then I think better of it and just encourage him to head up and get his shacks now. He heads out of the room and I decide to follow him.

      The main area of the camp is slightly muddy from recent rains and hundreds of pairs of boots tromping through the square. The mud continues up the steep hill that leads to where the scouts are all headed to get their snacks. The hill is grassy and has clearly benefited from recent rains but the boots of the scouts have turned the trail into a slippery and muddy path, despite many flat steps cut into the hill to prevent erosion.

      [img]http://johanna.wandel.ca/JDF/IMG_6675.jpg[/img]

      I'm especially impressed with how green this part of New Mexico looks and how nice the air is and I'm glad we're far away in a remote area of the state, distant from all the cities and urban areas that plague our home. My thought is barely finished when I come to the top of the hill and I see the distant vista of downtown Baja, New Mexico, the largest city in the state.

      [img]http://www.johnharveyphoto.com/HongKong/CityViewAtNightHg.jpg[/img]

      I nearly gasp seeing the tall buildings and sprawling city laid out before me over the next ridge. My son clearly knew more than I did when he decided to bring the radio on this campout. Even more strange than the view is where the path now leads; We're on top of a parking garage, a muddy trail leading from the hill to the far corner of the cement parking lot. In the corner sits an older man and his friend, two chairs and a white plastic cooler their only equipment.

      I approach as my son finishes his transaction and I get a brief glimpse at their offerings. Cold beverages fill one side of the cooler and various other snacks sit on the ground at their feet, slightly hidden by the open lid of the cooler. I'm a bit put-off by this sight and I had hoped for better from a camp that could afford to put HDTV in the camper's rooms.

      It's time to head back to camp and I see one of the other scouts from our troop nearby, also ready to head down.

      "Let's race!" I call to him and the next thing I know we're both racing down the muddy hillside. I can't believe how fast I can go and after taking a particularly large step I know I'm dreaming. I can see that I'm about to land in a rather muddy spot so I pull up my feet and let my momentum carry me a distance of nearly 25 feet beyond the mud, a great moment of control and satisfaction. I want to wrap up the race in a grand way so I turn sideways and slide down the rest of the slippery hill of mud, a feeling of exhilaration that is as close as I can get without flying. Naturally I win the race.

      Now that I'm at the bottom I start to take a look around and I find the camp actually lies on the edge of a suburban part of Baja, the tree-lined streets almost giving the impression of some small town in Tennessee. Slightly in front of me and to my left is a old, brick firehouse, now abandoned, and a pair of railroad tracks lies between me and the building. A couple of cars navigate the nearby neighborhood streets. I feel so odd having a camp this close to the neighborhoods of the city.

      [img]http://www.texasescapes.com/TexasTowns/GrafordTexas/GrafordTexasFirehouse1007MPrice65.jpg[/img]

      To complete the odd scene, a motorized contraption straight out of the late 19th century appears, an oddly-shaped machine with spinning wheels and a sputtering steam-muffler. The conveyance is clearly designed to travel on both train tracks and regular roads, overly-complicated with gears and flywheels that make approaching it seem dangerous. I watch as the machine rides the rails around the building and then enters the road on the far side of the building.

      I take this as my cue to follow the driver and I suddenly find myself in a Chevy Blazer, an older model that is both cramped and over-powered. My daughter is driving and I know she is planning on passing up the strange contraption we are rapidly approaching. My cousin-in-law leans in behind me to tell me that, "Everything will be okay, we can easily pass the machine. This Blazer has a V8 engine and is more than powerful enough to catch it."

      We pass up the machine and continue along a road that slopes down towards an intersection ahead, though my daughter shows no sign of slowing. I can see the slightly-obscured stop-sign and I yell at her to stop before we hit something. On cue a man appears running across the road, as far from a crosswalk as he could be, his diagonal path on a clear intersection with ours. I brace myself as we hit the man and he goes spinning up and over the hood, though he shows no real sign of injury and continues on his path.

      "Okay, " I'm thinking, "that was weird." We turn left at the new road and I realize we're heading deeper into the city of Baja, a place I've never been and I can only vaguely picture on my mental map as in the northern part of New Mexico. I still can't believe how green it is, but even that pales in beauty to the snow-capped mountains I see to my left, illustrating how high up we are in elevation. To my right is a wide meadow that is clearly a park used for sports like Frisbee and impromptu games of touch football. The air is warm, perhaps 60F, but there remains a little snow along the edge of the field. Every part of me is marveling at the beauty of this place and I start considering what it would take to move there from Texas.

      [img]http://media.indiedb.com/images/articles/1/130/129140/auto/rocky_mountains_sml.jpg[/img]

      Sensing my desire to look around and get a feel for the place my daughter stops driving and parks the vehicle right in the middle of the lane, a bit further out from the curb than one would normally park. I watch as she leans out of the door and sprawls out over the pavement, her head in one lane and her left arm stretching out into the next lane of traffic. A car is approaching and I pull her arm back quickly to avoid it being in the way of traffic. My pleas to get up go unheeded and I can't believe she would go to this length just so I can look around at the trees and mountains, a scene I know my mind has created but clearly a place I want to explore.

      Unfortunately I wake up, remembering a location and experience more pleasant than I could possibly describe.
    3. 12/11/12 Younglife Camp

      by , 12-11-2012 at 09:24 PM (Deep Inside The Lucid Dreamer's Subconscious)
      I was on a charter bus going to what I believed to be a younglife camp (youth group retreat) like I had just previously done IRL last weekend. At some point we turn onto a street and start heading up this steep hill. In the dream I'm thinking on how there's no way that the bus can make it up the hill, and soon enough it stops and starts to roll backwards. This hill is easily 1,000 feet in my mind. Everyone starts to freak out as my choir director Mr. B starts to shout that everything is going to be okay. By this point we're somehow in a building that looks like something from the video game Dead Space. I run into another room and cause some sort of mischief, I don't really remember, but some latina cleaning woman comes over and starts to inspect the trouble I caused. She looks really suspiciously at me, then my IRL friend named Katie C. tells me that I'm kicked out of the retreat. I beg her and she says "no", then I beg again, and immediately she changes her mind, which was really bizarre but my mind didn't pick up on it. Finally we are back on the bus and we arrive at the camp. It looks like two really crappy buildings in a desert, so I'm having second thoughts. Suddenly, I decide that I would like to go home and am on what I presume to be my friend Mason's motorcycle. I'm happy that I can ride this motorcyle home because I've never driven one, but then I realize I can't leave Mason stranded without a ride so I turn back. I'm on this bridge on some highway where I see the camp in the distance so I ramp off the side onto another highway road. There are no cars, so I cut back and turn around to ride to the camp again. Then something else happens but I wake up.
      Tags: camp, motorcycle
      Categories
      non-lucid
    4. Aston Martin becomes Alfa Romeo and a crowd of children

      by , 09-24-2012 at 08:48 PM (My little adventures in dreamlands!)
      Firstly this dream happened yesterday 2012-09-23. And as always sorry for bad English.

      I was driving with my orange Aston Martin Vantage and I followed every GPS order. I arrived to a camp and started to walk to wooden house with huge metal door. I entered. There was a room with white walls and black floor. In middle of the room there was a huge king sized bed with huge pillows. In a corner of the room was a small bed and a computer on a desk.
      I sat down on the king sized bed and a girl entered through metal door.She had long brown hair and she was wearing a blue tank top and white shorts. She looked shy but she laughed silently. She came close to me and hugged me. I gently kissed that girl. *It felt real*
      Suddenly a guy with a huge boombox entered room. I and the girl got scared but we recognized him and we started to laugh. The dude went to small bed in the corner of the room and lied down. I left the room.
      There was a lot of people in yard of the wooden building. My Aston Martin Vantage changed to Aston Martin DBS and in a second it got back to original form. I came close to my car and entered it. I started the engine and I took it for a spin. Then I got back and left my car I heard a glass getting smashed. It was my car window. I said: My insurance will pay every penny of this window so I don't care who threw a rock in my expensive car. I turned around to my car and my car changed to a white Alfa Romeo 147. *I wasn't pissed at all. My 200k $ car changed to a car that costs almost the same as a new high-end computer so yeah it didn't looked strange for me*
      A ball fell near me. I took it and I saw a crowd of teenagers playing dodgeball (or whatever that game calls). All of people were running including me from a few ball throwing muscular mans. A guy with red hair stopped me and started to talk to me i did not knew this boy so I didn't listen to what he said to me. I started to run near a fence and some teenagers followed me. I suddenly stopped. I saw a very huge crowd of little children that were wearing the same yellow hat and t-shirt. I heard: Run Kissalot run! *Sir Kissalot is my nickname in online games so yeah they were shouting at me* I ran. And the dream faded away.
    5. I don't know again

      by , 09-21-2012 at 04:37 AM (Cinder's Dreams Gallery)
      I'm probably in the role or is reading about Max in an alternate version of the webcomic Paranatural. I'm stuck with a rugby team and have to do fitness and stuff, and later got sent to some hellish camp or whatever. Later I'm myself and my parents dropped me and my friend on some kid science museum. She went and played on those kid slider thing (extra detail: she went headfirst) and I walked around and found some kind of gym. Later I had an FA except without the awakening part. I'm walking down for breakfast and the guys upstairs in the building were trying to spill drink on me even though we're like 5 metres away. They're celebrating about winning rugby or some shit and I reminisce about nearly losing. I kicked on a rope thinking that it was a trash but actually it's some delicate experiment and the teacher asked me to put it back in place.

      The amount of sports in this dream is ludicrous.
    6. Not the Favorite Child; I Didn't Do It!

      by , 07-13-2012 at 02:35 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Not the Favorite Child

      Alarm Infiltrated Dream

      I dreamed that I was hearing someone talk about how they were not the favorite child, and I thought to myself how I was not either. I used a very specific phrase which was a little odd for me, but it was spoken a bit to formally. I thought it was well said, and interested that I would think of those words. I also thought I would remember that I said it that way, but I don't remember the phrase.

      I woke up hearing a woman's voice on NPR. I can't be certain, but I know for myself that the alarm had infiltrated my dream. I seemed to be responding to something. I know it was the alarm.


      I Didn't Do It

      I was at some kind of camp. I was watching a martial arts tournament. The scoring was kept by finger paints.

      At one point, I got my pinky, ring finger, and index finger in the green paint. I made dots on the concrete.

      My friend Mike S. got his fingers full of paint, then marked the board to change the score in the tournament. The score keeper saw it, but they were friends, so the score keeper, a heavy sat guy named Raginal or Raginald left his post so he could claim he didn't notice.

      Then someone came running out claiming that someone cheated. A lady came out to see if this was true. It came to light that someone had been washing a sink. Then Reginal was back in his chair. The lady then came to me and saw my fingers still had some green paint on them.


      I started to explain to this women who was in a pond trying to catch little fish with her hand, that I had gotten paint on my fingers, but then I maid these marks on the cement as if I'd typed Ctrl+ P (even though the marks showed a design of Ctrl + Shift + P. The lady said, "Control P?" I said, "Yea, for "Print." If I just made a mark, that would have been unimaginative!"

      I tried to explain that the sink had been cleaned because someone else had painted the board and they had to clean their hands, and I was hoping that--what's his name?"

      The lady said "Reginal." I went into this thing about Oh yea, and how I really liked him even before I joined the camp. We really connected as friends, and I was hoping the (here I spoke up so Reginal would hear me) ..."Reginal would speak up and tell the truth because he saw what happened!"

      I never got it all out, but I was working on it. I woke up.

      Updated 07-13-2012 at 02:46 PM by 41873 (I remembered a dream fragment)

      Categories
      non-lucid
    7. military camp lizard-leeches

      by , 06-28-2012 at 04:08 PM
      i am standing outside, standing next to me are my mother and my cousin, i look down onto the ground to see toads living in giant green blooming land-based lily pads, there are a few green lizards moving about as well, my cousin reaches down to one of these creatures and with its mouth it latches onto his hand, he pulls it up to his face and observes the 4 inch creature before pulling off of his hand and placing it onto the ground. I then see one of these lizards, i put my hand near it and let it latch on, it feels like a suction cup. (here is a blank spot in my memory) i know see a grayish brown 2 in. leach like creature on my hand, i pull it off and see a matalic tooth in its mouth covered in blood, i say "they are like leeches, they have metal teeth" (the last thing i remember is thinking i have never heard of a creature with metal teeth before and thinking of the alien movies.)
      in another dream i am in the passenger seat of a red truck being driven by my uncle, we pull into a large dirt parking lot and i get out, two other people about my age, female, brown hair, blue eyes, they look like sisters get out of the back of the truck, my uncle takes of back up the dirt road which we came here from. The sisters and the I walk towards camp, (here is a point where my dream slightly skips) now i find myself in the bathroom urinating while looking out a window, i see a red truck surrounded by green pine trees. i come out of the bathroom and find a tomato paste can sitting on gray stone pedestal near the foot of a bed. i begin washing my hands in it, a person scrambles out of the bed, he is only a little younger than me, blond bowl cut hair, blueish green eyes. he tells me "stop, you do know what those are for, right?"
      i ask "what?" the former replies "they are for if the people get thirsty." i say, "oh, let me go empty this" and the blond haired person lets out a concluding sigh. i walk back to the bathroom and empty the can (when in waking life i would have simply emptied it onto the ground.) when i get back as i place the can back in its original spot i see a drill Sargent like person talking about the importance of having bottles or cans at the foot of your bed, i begin looking for anything usable for this and a hand slams down a large white plastic water-bottle. it is one of the sisters from earlier, (the dream now fades out and i wake up, my eyes are still closed and i haven't moved, i wonder if i should DEILD but decide i have slept enough and get out of bed.)
    8. Digimon meets Inception

      by , 06-10-2012 at 03:00 AM (The Lab Notebook)
      Non-lucid dream, [Commentary made while awake]

      [Fragment:] I'm sorting through laundry, separating out the things that need to be washed. [Heh. Apparently, anything you've been avoiding dealing with in real life can show up in a dream, even if it's something completely mundane. ]

      [The following is a different dream. I'm writing this at the end of the day after I woke up from it, rather than in the morning, right after waking up for it, so I've probably forgotten a lot by now. What I'm about to write here is all I remember now. Sorry.]

      I'm a member of a group of Chosen Children [from the Digimon anime series; these people are otherwise known as Digidestined in the English dub]. Everyone in the group is around my own age. [Yes, I was the same age in my dream as I am in real life. Yes, I'm way too old to be a Chosen Child by the standards of any of the anime series. Evidently, my subconscious doesn't care about that.] There are at least 20 people in the group. We all go into a fairly small cabin, the kind that would be at a summer camp, in which we all have to find a space to lie down in, because we're all going to enter a dream together [Inception-style. No, I never once realized I was dreaming throughout this entire dream. Yes, I feel silly now.]. I climb into the upper bunk of one of the many bunk beds in the room. Addressing the group at large, I say something like, “Try to make space on the floor for everyone.”

      With my right hand, I push up the left sleeve of my shirt to expose the inside of my left elbow. I wait for someone to come around with an IV needle for me. I'm not looking forward to having the needle put in, and want to just get it over with already.
      [Exactly how I feel about them in real life.]

      I'm now in the first dream level, with the same group of people. Once again, we're all lying down, waiting to get IV needles put in. I think, We need to go into the deeper dream levels so that we can get into our stronger Digimon forms. I have the following knowledge about our current situation: We're in the midst of a mission to defeat some enemy, and in order to transform into the strongest Digimon forms we have available to us, we have to be several dream levels deep.

      This time, I actually feel the needle being stuck in, but not into my elbow - it gets stuck into the tip of my left thumb. It's still not a pleasant experience, of course. I can feel it in there, and can feel my pulse throbbing in the tip of my thumb.


      [Awesome. I love the premise of this dream. I'm slightly tempted to write crossover fanfic based on it, but I don't have time to write fanfic.]

      Updated 06-14-2012 at 07:29 AM by 37356

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment , side notes
    9. Evil Santa

      by , 04-09-2012 at 03:58 PM
      I'm going to camp. After getting off the plane I meet this really nice guy who is really funny and it turns out he is going to the same camp. We get there, taking a cab together. The entree of the camp, which is located in a building in the city somewhere, Has a arcade. We put our stuff in the "Camping Room." A large room with tents and a camp fire in it. We pick tents right next to each other. We go back to the arcade and start playing games. The camp director comes in and starts explaining rules. It's late at this point so we go and sit by the fire in the camping room. Then the director comes to the last rule which is, "At night you must stay in your tents or by the fire because Santa comes at night and walks right by here. If your not in the protected area then he will kill you." I laugh and everyone including the nice guy gives me a hard look. Apparently they all came to the same camp last year and he is not joking.
      The Director leaves and It's becomes utterly dark. We all sit by the fire and then the door opens and here comes Santa along with some king of creepy little elf thing. He is carrying a dead cat. He walks past us, When he gives us a glance half the group almost had a heart attack. He went into the next room that had a kitchen and proceeded to cook the cat. I'm sitting there and get the urge to introduce myself. "Hey Santa. It's nice to finally be meeting you man. The names Joy. Hows it been going for you lately?" He turns and gives me and "are you kidding me" look. I continue, ignoring the pleating looks from the other campers. " SO. You going to eat all that cat, I could really go for a spleen of cat right about now." (The fuck? ) I say this jokingly. Everyone gasps and I turn to see Santa right behind me. He smiles in a evil way, not the way you would think to see Santa smile like. He lays something on my shoulder and says "Here you go." Its a freaken cat spleen.(I don't even know what that looks like.)

      Dream skip

      I'm in the arcade playing games with the nice guy and it's the last day so we stop and pack our things. I'm sad at the thought of him and me going our own ways. We see we are going to miss our flight so we go outside and call a cab.

      That's all a remember
    10. The rise and fall of a labour camp

      by , 04-06-2012 at 04:03 PM (The Dreams of a Trapped Mind)
      Ok, this was a massive dream and I only really remember bits here and there (which is good cuz I wouldn't want to type it ALL out anyway).
      So we're in Manhattan, and I'm helping on a construction project for a huge new building. I don't mean grunt work helping, I mean architectural design helping. Somewhere along the lines I start to notice what we're building, and try to escape... We've secretly been building a labour/death camp in the middle of the city! I get away but don't go far, a few blocks away I rally some people and we storm the site, hoping to take it over. We win (kind of). You see, it was more of a treaty than anything. We killed some people, no biggy, and destroyed some things, but the architectural design was still too amazing to just tear down. So we kept it, but got rid of the guy. I don't know if we banished or killed him, but he's gone.

      Strange........
    11. Naked Ophelia and the Hobbits

      by , 04-02-2012 at 01:24 AM
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]The following dream has been rated DV-R, by the DreamViews Association of America. It is intended for mature audiences. Parental discretion is advised.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]This dream contains images of another member of DreamViews. This dream is posted with permission.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]I attempted to find some good images for this post but my kids are always around, so just use your imagination.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][SPOILER="OPHELIA NAKED AND THE HOBBITS"][/SIZE][/FONT]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I have gone to camp, and the summer camp is located in myson’s middle school. Various older ‘teens’ are tasked with showing everybody totheir rooms, and I am led with a group of people down a hall which wouldnormally be located by the counselor’s offices in the middle school. The hallis painted grey and is lit by fluorescents which bring no life to the area. Iand four others are directed to the right and into what appears to be abathroom. It too is dimly lit and painted grey, though one wall has texturedwallpaper. There are several stalls along the back wall, and I guess that I ambeing led here to use the bathroom, which seems fine because I need to a littlebit.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To my surprise the stall isn’t a bathroom but my room. Thewalls are wider than a normal stall, and the open space is filled with a widebed. One odd feature remains; there are still handrails on the walls, as ifstalls for handicapped users have been converted. “Oh. Okay.” are my onlyconscious thoughts on the subject.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Next to my stall are other stalls, all occupied with variouspeople, and some are co-ed. I happen to not be in a co-ed one and my roommateis OpheliaBlue, of DreamViews. We are both excited to be rooming together and weboth look forward to camp fun.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I have my back to the open door and for some reason I hadstarted taking off my clothes, possibly because I thought the stall was goingto be a bathroom. “Is everyone going to just stare at me?” I say, turningtowards the open door. Fortunately no one is around any longer and only Opheliais watching me undress. I’m fine with this, mostly because she is also female,but partly because I realize it’s time to go to bed.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Ophelia has long red-hair in this dream, a recent dye-job that looks amazing, and when I see her she is doubled-over, resting her chest on her legs, her breasts slightly squished against the top of ther thighs. She is wearing nothing, and I ask her how long it has been since she dyed her hair from its normal black. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]"About a week now, " she replies. "Do you like it?"[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]"I do, very much!" I tell her, and I'm captivated by her body.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Climb in!” she calls to me, holding up the covers with onehand. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Do you mind if I do?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“No, come on.” She replies, and I slip in under thecomforter and sheet. It feels nice and soft in the bed, and we snuggle closetogether.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Noticing how close we are, and how much both of us don’tseem to mind, I begin touching her hand, walking my fingers along her wrist andarm. She smiles at me, and soon we are both touching each other, leading up toa strong embrace. Holding each other feels good and we do the next thing whichcomes naturally, kissing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Her lips are full, not thick, and soft, a pleasant sensationas my tongue dances with hers. This bed within a stall seems like an odd placefor passion but it doesn’t stop us. My hand snakes behind her head and playsaround with her neck and hair, while hers is along the side of my neck andmoving down. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I feel her hand on my breast and I kiss her harder, deeper,and grind my body into hers a little, allowing our heat to mingle and forcingher hand deeper. Occasionally one of us lets out a little moan of pleasure, andwe seem to be feeding off the desire of each other.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I break our embrace and move my face down her chest, whereher nipples are exposed and erect. I kiss her left nipple, smile a little, andplace my mouth directly on it and begin sucking and teasing the tip with my tongue.Ophelia arches her back and rises to meet my mouth, inviting me to continue andbring an arm behind her, adding support for our activities.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Just when everything was getting really hot and exciting, weboth find it is time to get up and go to class, or lunch, or some appointmentwhich never evolves as an idea. Ophelia leaves, though I can’t recall if sheput on a shirt. I remember her black bra as she left, and a glance she madeover shoulder towards me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Realizing that everyone is gone and will be busy for sometime I decide it must be time to go looking for some important item, some kindof talisman that is hidden in another camper’s belongings. I head out from mystall, turn left and make my way to the room at the end of the hall, a muchwider room than mine with a couple beds in it, as well as furniture more suitedtowards a girl’s bedroom.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk past the bed, which is neatly made, and head towardsthe white dresser beyond. I begin digging through the drawers, looking througheach for something important, but I don’t find anything. I become aware thatI’m digging through the wrong set of drawers, and I turn to check the smalltable-drawer behind me. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This drawer is also wooden, but seems unfinished, incontrast to the white painted chest I was looking through previously. On top isa lamp with a shade, and this is resting on a lace cover to protect the top ofthe drawers.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Inside I find paper, a pen, some light bulbs, a replacementlight fixture for an absent chandelier, and some feminine pads, but none ofthese are what I’m looking for. I get angry, and frustrated, not finding whatI’m looking for, and I storm back down the hall to my own stall. Here I beginlooking through Ophelia’s belongings, but again I find nothing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At this point I feel it is time to get back in bed, and Istart to, but I notice someone nearby who is in their bed and they are veryitchy. The girl is scratching viciously, and is attempting to contort into themost impossible positions to resolve her itch.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I lie down on the bed, and think that someone else must haveput itching-powder in the girl’s bed, when I discover there is a grainy powderin my bed as well. It looks like cayenne pepper, or a light-colored paprika,but it’s grainier, like powdered garlic. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At first I kind-of dismiss the powder, knowing that I cansee it and it will not affect me, but as I lie down I conclude that I reallyneed to handle this situation, as the realization comes to me that everyone inthe camp now has this powder in their bed. Soon those people will return totheir beds, and they won’t be happy.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I get up and stride with purpose down the hall, this timeheading the opposite direction from before. I make my way around a couple ofcorners and at last find the culprits, two of the boys in the camp holding abag and giggling like assholes.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]One of the boys turns out to be a guy named Adam, one of theclose friends of the neighbor-boy down the street. I remember him as he lookedin his teens and it’s no surprise that he pulled this prank. He always was anasshole.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I confront him as an adult facing down a teen who hasclearly done something bad. “What did you think you were doing?! Do youunderstand that this could hurt some people?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Adam shrugs and doesn’t seem terribly remorseful butapologizes and says he will go clean up the mess. I let him go and start towalk back to my bed/stall when I remember my urgency from before. I still havenot found the important item, and much is riding on me finding it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]With the sudden decision that it’s better to say sorry andapologize after-the-fact than to own up to not finding the item, I leave theschool/camp in a hurry and run outside to catch the bus, which is alreadydeparting. It’s a charter-style bus, and there’s no way I can catch it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Stop that bus!” I yell towards the Hobbits, which are alsodoing their best to catch the bus. Samwise Gamgee lands on top of the bus andpeeks upside down at the driver from the roof, which alerts the driver we areall running to catch up. He stops abruptly, and as we are about to board thebus the dream ends.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SPOILER][/SIZE][/FONT]
    12. 3 Lucy's :D (lucids, ya) Flying, ordering the building of a mall

      by , 03-17-2012 at 11:50 AM
      I tried to WILD in the morning, and ended up with knitting the dreams together using DEILD, I guess, so in all, I could say I had one, long WILD, or three DEILD, I dunno what is the correct one.
      WILD:1
      DILD:2
      Quite aware, quite good dream quality, but not that much control.
      Lucid Non-lucid

      1: Non lucid
      I remember having a fight with AyakoX, and that I had put a whole bike into my backpack.
      We were fighting about some drawing stuff, and drawing tablet, and throughout the dream I was really annoyed with her. We didn't really fight very openly with each other, there were more like coldness, anger and darkness in the air. I was from time to time considering packing out my bike and bicycling home. (IRL I am considering getting my bike out of the garage and use it going to school)

      2: Lucid yay!
      I remember being at a public toilet or something, and a girl named Kristine was a working as a cleaning lady (I don't know whats the word for it in english ).
      As we were about to pass each other, she said to me in a conversational tone "It is so annoying that my friends keep falling-out all the time!" falling-out as in waking up from a shared dream, losing connection with each other.
      I thought for a bit "So this is a dream?"
      She paused a second, then, in a dumb tone "N-o-..."
      I realized that this was all a dream, and I found it kinda funny. At some point during the conversation, the scene had changed into an odd version of my house. Kris and me was standing on the gray-carpeted stairs, and my mother was watching me.
      I went over to her, and she had sat down in a group of chairs in the living room, together with some tea-party-ish people.
      "There will be consequences in the real world, for what you do here." she said in an intelligent, conscious tone, creeping me out. Was she gonna guard my every step? ugh.. And another thing that rose in my mind, what if she was actually in this dream as well, not just any dream character? (my lucid self isn't very doubtful, obviously..) I thought it must be impossible, but I left the option open.


      I started to wake up, but tried not opening my eyes, and soon entered the dream in the same environment again. I was no longer lucid.
      2: There was a giant bird outside my window, kind off like a dodo bird.

      Just wanted to say Thanks!!!!-dodobird.jpg

      It was flapping the wings crazily, it's heavy body bumping against the glass. It was clearly confused and panicked. My little brother, U., entered the living room. It looked as if the shadow of the bird was chasing him. I thought it was, and U. ran around, escaping the bird that was this flapping against the glass outside.
      "Is the bird inside?" I asked my mother
      "No, it is outside." she said, and I felt safe again. Then I think I counted my fingers, and got a "Ha Ha" feeling. I looked at my mother, and the bird. Had I been more creative, I should have talked to the bird or had him/her as a flying pet or something. Now it seems kinda mean.
      Instead I thought of what I wanted to do.. hmm.. I wanted to fly.. and I remembered a guy that added "to go public nude" in his list (I didn't do that one d: )

      Instead I went trough the window, flapping my arms to fly. It is much easier to fly when you jump of something off the ground, like a window or a roof, but I still sucked. I managed, but didn't manage good, in other words.

      Outside my house, it was a large, empty stone-grey area, with small walls at the edges. I realized I wasn't in my neighborhood.
      I wanted to find a big city, like New York, with lots of people in it. I saw a small, grey stone house. As I went toward it I remembered to rub my hands, on the move. And to try spinning to change the scenery. The scenery didn't change, and I hadn't really believed it to either.

      Instead I went towards the door on the little grey stone house. It was nearby, so I just walked there. The door had glass windows, so the opening-to-find-New-York didn't really work out. Instead I went into the little grey house. It was empty, with shattered glass set up against some of the walls. On the other side of the little room, two meters away, was I tiny-miny door, at little larger than an A5 paper. It was pinkish.

      I remembered seeing the door before, and wondered what was actually behind it in my memory. I didn't recall, and was glad, since that meant I wouldn't except anything from before. I tried imagining New-York at the end of the door, and grabbed the tiny handle to open it.

      I thought something like this; uuuh, that's a small door. How do I get trough there? But since this is a dream it should be quite possible..
      I tried tucking a finger in, and my right foot.
      And just before I entered the door, I remembered what was actually behind; a garden with four-colored grass (God knows where I had that from) and then I suddenly had gotten inside and found myself in a four-colored empty garden.

      Just wanted to say Thanks!!!!-fourcoloredgarden.jpg

      I don't remember going outside, but then I was outside again.. I thought of what kind off places there were people at.. A mall!
      "Build mall!" I shouted in the air, deciding to try a new technique. "Mall! Build!" .. nothing happened, and I was still standing a the big grey lot.
      I hopped of a fence and started flying, flapping my arms in belief that I was flying. And to my pleasant surprise I could see heading for the grey field in the distance, coming for my rescue. Coming to build my mall.

      And before I even knew it, I was standing between shelves with magazines and food, and people passing buy. A guy my class passed by, and as I turned I could see my mother passing at the other side of a shelve, giving me "the glance.." oh, jeez!! It was a dream, I didn't have to care about it at all.. So why did I!? Stupid waggling lucidity!

      Deciding to do something else, I looked around. To my left there was a shelve of magazines. Wanting to take a memory home to real life, I memorized a random title of a magazine with an anime boy with purple hair on the front page. The only letters on the front was "GANDI" in big, fat, white letters.
      I thought it was odd, but decided to move on.

      I grew tired of doing nothing in the mall, so I took flight and headed through the frontal glass wall on the large building. It was kind off hard for me to take of, as I hardly went more up than down between all the waving.

      I flew away from the mall, watched it melt away in the distance, and played a little around in the air. It was not as demanding to do it once I was up in the air. Actually it was quite fun. It was lovely, great, feeling the air shift around you, swirling past as you fell and rose. It is totally recommended. At this time I started to wake up, but managed to tie the dream together again.

      3: I was still flying, totally aware of my lucidity. There was coming ocean under me, it was a sea, or a river, and I wondered if I would suddenly fall and get stuck in there, but I discarded the idea as I knew I wouldn't fall, it was a dream.

      I was planning to get to some specific people in my grade. I was headed one direction where I thought they might be on camp, but then I heard their voices a little to the east, and I headed there.

      Just wanted to say Thanks!!!!-opensky.jpg

      Then I woke up, and knew I wouldn't be able to sleep anymore. I felt refreshed and content

      Updated 03-18-2012 at 05:25 PM by 53379

      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    13. Transforming at Camp

      by , 02-28-2012 at 06:43 PM
      2/27/12

      DILD

      The dream started at my old boy scout camp (looked nothing like it). There was a large canyon that divided our campsite from the rest of the camp. I am on the far side and there are a series of tunnels that appear to be made out of card board. I am heading back to the campsite when I see a squirrel. Just to be cute I pick up a peanut and offer it to him. He runs up and then wants more. The ground is covered in peanuts so I keep feeding him as we head back. I show a younger group of scouts the squirrel.

      As we head back over the canyon, we have to pull the bridge out behind us. There are a few people bringing up the rear. One has the large heavy suit that reminded me of the juggernauts in CoD. The guy next to me starts to pull the bridge before they are on. Being in a giant suit, the one guy isn't agile enough to make the small gap. He grabs onto the bridge and is hanging off. I run to help. I, for some reason, am holding some giant LED sign. I reach it toward him, and it turns out to be a very strong magnet. I help him get up and mention something about the magnet as we walk back. I am joined by some famous person who happens to be at the camp. I remember thinking ben would love to hear that this guy is here.

      There is some gap but we start to play a shooting game. We are getting set up and I have a sniper. As I get ready, the other team starts to sneak up from across a small valley. I have 3 perfect snipes on this one girl, but it doesn't do anything. I am kind of pissed. They start to come over to our side of the valley. I pick up a gun from the ground that is a sniper that shoots explosive arrows. I shoot a few at another girl's feet. One sticks her. None of them do any damage. I start walking around and people are shooting me with tiny pistols. I am talking about how none of these guns do any damage. I somehow pull up a screen where I can see my health. After letting some black guy shoot me for like 15 seconds straight at point blank, I still had 550 health out of 1500. I start walking away, but people keep chasing me.


      I am running along and eventually become lucid. I try to get away from these 3 guys chasing me. I can't fly because there is tree over my head. I quickly start climbing branches and reach the top in seconds. I try to fly but I can't get a good lift off because the tree branch bends down as I try to jump. I decide to use this to my advantage and start hanging from the edge of the largest branch. I pull it down to the ground and use it to catapult myself into the air. I reach the ground and launch up. However, I mistimed my arm pull and didn't launch far. I land back on the branch and go for it again. I time it right and get flung hundreds of feet.

      I land somewhere in the camp again. The game is still going on. I think it would be cool to morph into a transformer. Right when I think that, my point of view shifts and I am like 10 ft. tall. I walk forward and my movement is very stiff and robot-like. I can feel weird hinges bending. I reach forward and can shoot energy balls out of my hands. After shooting a few people, I thrust into the air and fly towards to stars. I lose the dream. (I never thought to look down at myself as a transformer or try to transform into something else, which would have been sweet)

      Updated 02-28-2012 at 11:47 PM by 41128

      Categories
      lucid
    14. Its A Sad, Sad Day...

      by , 11-06-2011 at 05:39 PM (The Absurd Adventures of CWHunt)
      Well, I'm an idiot and woke up at around 4 in the morning last night. I remembered my dream completely but, out of tiredness, I told myself I would write it down in the morning. Well... yeah... I can't believe I did that. And I was so busy trying to remember that dream that I forgot the one that happened when I woke up.


      Dream was in some sort of camp ground. Everyone was in these certain groups and everyone started to try to go against each other. Thats all I can remember. Oh yeah, and we eventually escaped the camp grounds.
      Tags: camp, energy, fight, group
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    15. You'll Never be Good Enough to Use Mjolnir!

      by , 10-04-2011 at 06:54 AM
      This is one of my
      Five-Star Dreams

      Type: DILD.
      Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
      Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

      Notes:
      This dream was totally badass. And I never use that word. The weight of the hammer, and the force generated by swinging it and flying with it, was unbelievable. The sensations were realistic, not to mention the action was some of the best I've ever had in a lucid. Guys, if you want epic flying, speed and power all in one dream, use Mjolnir!

      At the start of the dream, I was in an area that looked like an abandoned town straight out of a Western film, but it had a slightly spooky vibe to it: there were decrepit wooden buildings in two (very straight, neatly-arranged) rows going down a flat plane of rocky, gravelly land. That was often typical of Western locations in film. An interesting twist was that in this town, there were shiny barbed wire fences connecting the sides of the buildings from one to the next, and the coloration of the dream as a whole was very pale, getting dark but not quite midnight, and blue-gray. There were some pale darker browns here and there, too. I saw a few tattered smoky white-colored flags hanging on a slightly upwards angle from the very top of a couple buildings. These flags were pretty small, probably only a foot long.

      I was walking through the town closer to the buildings on the right, traveling a bit slower than normal. I wasn't creeped out and I didn't have the ominous feeling that the dream could turn into a nightmare, but I was just slightly unsure for some reason, being cautious as I walked through the town. My gaze didn't move and I just looked down towards where the town ended, which as a whole was probably only 300 feet long. At the end, spanning from the last building on the left to the last one on the right and blocking the exit, was a large pile of shiny dark grey mud that was probably taller than it was wide, at around ten feet tall. There were large chunks of dried dark grey mud in it which were also fairly shiny, and I saw a few large black garbage bags buried amongst the gunk too.

      I walked towards this pile for a minute or so, and got within forty feet of it before I saw two men walk up to me from behind the third- or fourth-last building on the right. One of them was dressed in a red RCMP uniform and had shorter black hair, along with a black handlebar mustache. He had a long, completely silver rifle slung over his back; the strap being brown leather. The other man was in a pale green military jacket and jeans; I wasn't looking at him too much so I don't remember other details. The RCMP man looked at me intently while the other guy just started veering off, running over to the left and completely out of the picture. He probably went into a building or something.

      I stared down the man for a mere few instances and, most opportunistically, became lucid.

      It took me a few moments longer than normal to realize the extent of the fact that I was in a dream. I kind of just stood there, wide-eyed, but then I smiled and said out loud while fist pumping, "fuck yeah! Now that's what I'm talking about!"

      I looked around and felt no need to do an RC, but I did rub my hands together and walk over to the right, attempting to look at one of the buildings in detail. When I wasn't lucid the buildings all appeared normal, but upon closer observation they looked kind of funny. The building was made of lighter-colored wood logs, almost like a cabin, and was composed of two stories; the second story had a balcony with two supporting columns underneath it. The columns were not smooth, almost as if two trees had been stripped of their bark and simply placed under the structure. The balcony was not three feet above my head, making the entire building relatively short as well.

      I turned away from the building after less than a minute, and looked around. The entire location had a slight halo to it, like objects get from the mist when it's raining heavily outside. This caused things to be slightly blurry, but I was confident that the dream wouldn't destabilize because it's never happened before, even in intense, high-speed or simply exciting circumstances. The area had also taken on a slightly bluer tone; now most of the pale browns were only in the ground. I didn't notice when the change occurred, but I did notice the difference.

      "Huh! That's so cool," I said to myself, sounding interested as I scanned the area.

      The buildings were also looking a bit more destroyed than before; sort of like the ones in limbo from the film Inception. They were still made of wood, but the wood was very pale blue and broken up into lots of irregular fragments, as if they could've crumbled at any moment. All the buildings were probably only an average of ten feet tall, without more than a two or three feet variation in height.

      I then realized that I should probably do something fun. Being me, I forgot about my dream goals once again (lacking memory - I had tried to remember them but then just thought, bah, never mind, nothing good will come of that). So, instead I decided to summon an object; this object of choice was a super-powerful hammer from the film Thor called "Mjolnir" (mole - neer). I first looked back to where the man in the RCMP outfit used to be; he was gone. This spooked me a little but I shrugged and started to turn around, walking slowly down in the opposite direction. I kept my gaze up, level, and didn't look down at the ground at all, paying as little attention to it as possible. I then stopped, put my weight all on one foot (it felt like there was much more 'weight' on it than there should've been), and leaned over quite a bit. I reached my right hand down towards the ground, propping it on top of the newly-summoned Mjolnir. I felt a slight upwards pressure against my hand, as if the hammer would simply blast away if I took my hand off it. I looked down at the ground on my right-hand side now, and there it was; it was a good twenty inches long, with a slightly more elongated handle than it should've had, but it looked pretty awesome!


      It was sitting on top of a small mound of gravel and rocky ground. Actually, it was halfway stuck into this chunk of earth. I didn't move my head or body, but my eyes darted to the right, as if I was hearing something behind me. With a determined and pretty damn pissed-off look on my face, I pulled up Mjolnir in a sudden motion from my right arm, powered mostly by my shoulder. I proceeded to swing it around to the left which passed it directly in front of my face, and spun the rest of my body around, flinging it into a man I expected to be about ten feet away, but I didn't visualize him beforehand (he was dressed in a large black hoodie, the hood pulled over his face, and had a loose chain around his neck. My arm ended pointing where the hammer flew, in a straight line towards him, and I was leaned over quite a bit, with my feet firmly planted in the ground. During the swing I felt the hammer's weight, which would've been a good 20 pounds in real life - the funny thing is, it felt that heavy when I hurled it, but I didn't get a sore arm and the throw itself was pretty effortless. It was a very strange sensation; usually these two sensations don't go hand-in-hand. I guess tiredness and muscle strength isn't a factor in dreams... But still.

      The hammer whizzed right into the man at breakneck speed, going at least 100 mph if I were to guess, and I didn't see the actual impact; the man just curled backwards as the hammer hit him in the stomach and pushed him through the air at the same speed I originally saw the hammer going. There was no slight slowdown in speed on impact. Mjolnir disappeared, along with him, in an instance.

      I immediately raised my head to look up into the distant sky, off to the right, just above the buildings. Then I looked behind me a bit, turning my neck minutely, then spun around again to catch the speeding hammer that I had expected to have been racing back towards me. I let my arm drop and once again felt its weight; I noticed that the handle was a bit shorter than before when I looked down at it with a contemptuous and vengeful expression - not directed to the hammer, but the group of shady individuals I wanted to summon around me - they were here to exploit Mjolnir and take it for themselves.

      "Piece of cake," I told myself. I looked up to see a big mass of dark clouds in the distance; the sky wasn't entirely dark after all, so shapes were still discernible. The clouds were rather thick and covered a lot of area over the horizon. But my immediate vicinity was to be filled with ten or twenty 'bad guys'. I turned around, facing the same big pile of mud and garbage bags as before (but further away this time as I'd been walking away from it a bit). As I turned, I pictured a mass of people with guns, wearing the same military jacket as the guy I saw when I wasn't lucid - this was a first; usually I don't remember things from before hand.

      I ended up facing about seven or eight men. They were leaning forward a bit and looked intimidating, but their clothing was off; they were wearing regular military camo outfits, and all of them were very dark grey with barely noticeable lighter patches (to make the camo pattern). A few of them were holding tasers, but they all appeared to be frozen and not moving that much.

      "Come on!" I goaded them. "You think you deserve this, but you'll never be good enough to use Mjolnir."

      When I finished my threat, I quickly brought Mjolnir over my left shoulder and, once again, flung my right arm back out towards the group. Instead of simply letting one person get hit, I was going to imagine a burst of light blue and white, semi-transparent energy to explode from it. As soon as I let go of it for the throw, I extended my arm and held my right hand out briefly - jazz hands style - and slightly curled my fingers and thumb inwards, tensing up, and then releasing the tension quickly. A pale blue, fairly transparent curtain of smooth energy burst out in a rather flat disc (not what I'd expected, but oh well...), outwards to the left and right; it reminded me of a miniature spiral galaxy. The men dissolved into thin air, but I wasn't done yet; I wanted to fly.

      "I can hear you behind me!" I called, still facing the same direction. "But you'll never fucking catch me!"

      I maneuvered Mjolnir, again held in my right hand, waving it above my head and bending my elbow so that it was now right on top of my right shoulder. I turned my head around and saw a very dark, hazy person running towards me, in a rather scary fashion - I heard quick, omniscient shuffling noises that were growing louder and louder, even though he wasn't running fast enough to make the sound level grow like that. I scowled and stomped on the ground with my right foot, which caused the hammer to suddenly begin flying upwards at about a sixty-degree angle; it went from being right above my shoulder to a few feet in front of my in a matter of moments. I was almost immediately off the ground. My grip on the handle was firm but I didn't feel all the muscles in my hand working; I just felt the surface of it Mjolnir accelerated fast and I felt the air rush around the front of the hammer, along with some very realistic air resistance, as if it was fighting against the sky a bit. It didn't slow down though; I trailed behind it, but I wasn't really following the hammer after getting off the ground anymore. Initially I did, and I had to hold on, but now it felt like my dream body was pushing more towards the hammer, and the hammer was being pushed forward by me. I expected this force to even out, and it did.

      I flew in the sky, feeling the air and wind circulate, and I could've sworn I also felt slight coldness at one point. I had flown almost straight upright for about ten seconds at first, then I pressed my hand's grip on the handle down so the hammer changed course; I met some resistance because the hammer was set in its course, but it wasn't too bad. I tilted it down and I was now curving back towards the ground. I steered like this and after about twenty seconds I summoned a storm around me: a relatively transparent tunnel of clouds encapsulated me which obstructed my vision a bit, but then I imagined myself creating a burst of invisible energy; this made the clouds in front of me dissipate.


      I woke up when my alarm went off.

      Updated 05-19-2023 at 04:07 AM by 28408

      Categories
      lucid , memorable
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