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I woke up in what I'm assuming was the middle of the night. I'm wall-climbing like I always do, my face pressed right up against the wall. I open my eyes slightly and wonder to myself just what the hell I'm awake for. I could totally be asleep right now, I think. So I close my eyes and go back to sleep. And then I wake up.

Once again, a dream from the previous day and once again because I was to lazy to write it down yesterday.

In this dream I was on vacation. During the first scene I remember me and a friend, who is into climbing, was climbing a very steep hill. Halfway up the hill there was a road carved out in the hillside, and as soon as I got there my mother would pick me up. I saw the entire scene from a great hight, like I was a bird looking at myself climbing.

During the next scene me and some friends were dining in a restaurant. I was still on vacation so I presume it is the same scene. A friend of mine said that he had planned to go travelling with another of my friends. They do not know each other in waking life though.

Anyway, the guy he had planned to go travelling with had abandoned him in the last minute. When he told us about it he broke down and started crying, saying that his vacation was ruined. I tried to comfort him and said that I could go in the other guys place.

During the third and last scene me and some friends were playing magic the gathering. I asked them if they had a ring of Valkas that I could trade with them, it is a card I need to complete one of my decks in waking life. They said that no, they didn't. Funny thing is that one of these friends is a guy I have been trying to introduce to the card game, but he has not wanted to.

Morning of April 21, 2013. Sunday.



It seems my non-lucid dreams recently are in a trend where they play out like a “cry wolf” scenario. My volcano dream reported last is a good example (which utilized transformations of one feature into another) and there was even an additional humorous implied “cry wolf” plot twist where the actual (potentially dangerous) mudslide could have been the rock tumbler breaking, but no one responded (although there was no negativity or fear).

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In this new dream, I am with friends from different time periods, including school days (possibly because I now interact with them somewhat in a limited way on Facebook).

We are climbing a fairly steep hill, but I do not have any difficulty in doing so. However, I do have concern about how high I am relative to stable standing areas (wondering about the nature of their solidity and possible eroded areas). I also feel that I am getting into better shape (and losing a bit of weight to increase my life span) by doing this.

As we climb fairly high (with no equipment) near a lesser-used park area, I notice a human hand and partial arm sticking out from the ground near some tree roots about ten feet above us, on the diagonal slant to the north. Even though it has probably been there at least several years, it is neither bony nor decayed in any way.

I rapidly descend the steep hill with little effort and go off to a park station to call out about “human remains” (in almost the same way I waved and shouted “volcano”, followed later by “mudslide”, in one of my last dreams). They had not been found for some time, I guess, because that is an area that is not used as much by the public.

When I get back (via easier access from another area to the east, where there is a steep road that can be reached by jeep), my friends had uncovered the rest of the “human remains”, which turn out to be a mannequin in fairly new condition. (However, in my dream, the park ranger refers to it as a “doll-man” instead of a mannequin.)

Taking a closer look at this one again, and the elevated hillside setting (meaning closer to conscious self identity), the “human remains” which turned out to be a mannequin could be a distorted subliminal conscious awareness of my real physical body (as dolls and mannequins typically represent the inactive conscious self in real time).

The usual precognitive element was to a lesser degree in this dream. I had today noted that my oldest daughter’s newer report included the artist John Dollman (late 1800s), and there was also a doll in the reviewed painting. It was about the unknown dangers and concerns of immigration and travel.

Well, I'm back to trying out LDing after years of neglect, during which I experienced only natural LDs at a deteriorating rate. My recall is not as good as it was nowadays either.

Unusual Factors

-I've set up my laptop with notepad open and ready to rumble on the edge of my bed, so I can write in my dream the moment I open my eyes. That's how tonight I've recorded no less than FIVE dreams (woke up a lot and immediately typed it in every time). The entries I bring here are refined versions, since the writings themselves are very disjointed, I wrote them in a half-sleeping, very groggy state after all.

-My dream quality might have been negatively affected by the beer I had a couple hours before going to bed

-Through most of the night, there was a storm outside

-I slept fully clothed.

Dream #1

It started with some sort of war, or apocalypse. It was night, there were police and ambulances around, and there was some prophecy or something like that about very strict and specific instructions on how to stop this apocalypse... The memory is very vague. I vaguely remember Christian undertones. There was a cocoon of some sort, made of cloth or metal, and a person meeting specific parametrs (possibly a specific individual?) needed to be abducted, put into it and brought to a certain place. I vaguely remember about some crazy dude tricking us (who are "us"? Who was there with me?) into putting him into the cocoon, even though he wasn't the right person. I think we eventually realized the prophecy isn't working, or is irrelevant, or something...

At some point this dream flowed into a bit different vein... I was in a large house of some sort, with a pool, arguing with someone else (I think he was supposed to be my relative?) about something. A very heated argument, and I think there were some clues or something that we were angry with each other for reasons not wholly natural, like demonic possession? It's also entirely possible that we knew that we had some sort of super powers?

I wasn't my real life self in that dream. We shouted and argued back and forth, and at some point he admitted he was a serial killer. I showed him a collection of knives stained with old dried blood, and so we've admitted to each other that we were killers without the other knowing it - he was a clean killer in call blood, I was a much messier slasher. The whole thing had VERY Dexter undertones.

At that point we were afraid that something - our shouting? - has attracted the attention of the authorities or some other people. A third person, a friend of some sort that was suddenly present, told me to ditch the knives quickly, as they were obvious evidence against me. The house was a mess, furniture overturned etc, but I opened a drawer on some cabinet and temporarily shoved the knives into it, hoping nobody would find them by the time we get lost.

The three of us got out of the house. It was still night. We needed to get to a certain place for some reason. There were security guards in blue uniforms and caps (didn't look like police though) on patrol outside. They authorized our going to wherever we intended to go (it was very close, possibly even across the street). Was there a curfew because of the apocalypse?

While the two started walking, I climbed the wall of a nearby building. I wasn't lucid, but not far from that. Like I often get in dreams, I instinctively felt that I have powers. I also think me and the other killer's "powers" had been the reason we were shouting. Maybe. Dreams are annoyingly hard to remember even a second after waking from them.

So, I climbed, spiderman style, to the top of a nearby building. It was only a few meters up, the building was a low one, most of all reminding me of a big shed I think. The other killer and the third guy were all hissing at me to get down, and asking what the hell am I doing. I think I did it to try to take a shortcut and reach our destination before them. I didn't fully trust them.

Anyway, I couldn't get up on the roof because there was a lot of barbed wire on top of it. From my vantage point on the wall near the roof I could see the blue-uniformed guards on the roofs of neighbouring buildings (I don't remember if I saw them anywhere else, actually, like on the street. But they were definitely on the roofs).

I got down from the wall to join my two companions (they said that I shouldn't use my powers in public), and... dream became blurry. I awoke.

3-11-09

Lucid dream:

I suddenly suspected that I was dreaming. I was in a house. I tried to remember one of the tasks. the first thing I thought of was eating green eggs and ham (I hope that really was the task--I haven't double checked yet). I rushed into the kitchen of this house (not mine).

I looked for the green eggs and ham. Often all I have to do is just look, and it is suddenly there. But all I saw was a table with some dirty dishes on it. I looked at the stove. There were some dirty pans. I opened the fridge. I saw a carton of eggs. They were white.

I then realized with a little frustration that I would have to go through the effort of cooking them myself since my brain didn't magically create them for me.

I grabbed one of the dirty pans and took it ot the sink and scrubbed it out. When it was mostly clean, I filled it with water. I then took it to the stove. Then I cracked the egg and dropped it into the hot water. Why I did it this way, I have no idea. I usually eat my eggs boiled or fried/scrambled.

As I watched the egg cook in the boiling water I focused on it really hard willing it to turn green. Finally I could see it change color until it was a nice shade of green. Satisfied I reached in the pan and pulled it out (I obviously didn't notice the heat). I put the egg in my mouth and really tried to notice the flavor. It tasted like one big yolk, but it didn't really have the dry texture of a plain yolk.

After I was done chewing the egg, I started searching again for some ham to eat. But before I could find any I started to wake up.


I willed myself to go back to the dream.

I was in my old backyard. I thought I was still dreaming. I jumped in the air and found that I could fly. I then decided that I could care less about finding ham--what I wanted to do was fly. I took off into the air and felt like I was flying pretty fast. But when I looked down I saw that I wasn't moving. I was actually just flying into a very strong wind. I could feel the wind in my face and blowing through my hair. I decided to go the direction of the wind so I could go really fast. I turned around and started flying quite fast. I flew past a flag pole and noticed that the flag was blowing the wrong way.

Finally I landed and I was with some people. I started to lose lucidity again.

But at one point I started climbing up the outside of a building using just my arms. And feeling so proud of myself for being so strong.

I became lucid again and finished climbing up the wall wanting to show off.

3-2-08


Dream 2:

I don't remember how this dream started. I seem to pick up in the middle of it somewhere. I think I was lucid.

I am in a big city. I realize how beautiful the plaza area is. I walk out into it. There are fountains, and planters full of flowers and everything is made out of brick.

I think this was near a college because there are college students everywhere. I walk of to a group of girls and one wants to share some marijuana with me. I tell her, "No thank you."

I then walk over to a building not far from that group. It is at least five stories high and made of brick. I want to impress the college students. I know that I can fly, but instead I decide to scale the brick building.

I decide to make myself weightless and use my fingers to lift by body up. The bricks don't have much to grip, but since I am weighless, this isn't much of a problem. I climb the brick wall for a time.

The next thing I know I'm about four stories up, and suddenly facing outward. My feet are now holding up my body, which doesn't feel weightless at all.

I am amazed at how I went from being in control of my dream to feeling like I was truly and physically in this very precarious situation. I stood there for a long moment and felt my legs start to shake. I could feel the weight of my body. My fingers gripped the bricks to my side. I was afraid to even move.

But at the same time, I knew I couldn't get hurt. I knew that I should just be able to fly back down, and that I just needed to believe that I could do this. I briefly remembered that LD I had a long time ago where I was afraid to jump off a building because it felt too real and that even though I knew my real body wouldn't be harmed, I was still afraid of experiencing "dream pain".

I'm not sure what happened, but the next thing I remember is that I'm back down on the ground again feeling very relieved that I did it without any pain involved.

In short this dream, I was in outer space alone and deaf. I was outside above my square spaceship climbing a rope straight up and up, until I went into a straight full circle because I found myself climbing up towards my spaceship.

Long version
I awoke to find myself in suspended animation climbing up a thick rope in the far deep space. I realized I was stricken with deafness. I shook my head fiercely and clapped my hands strongly trying to produce a sound, but no sound arose. I was stone-cold deaf. I felt my lungs blow up like balloons as I inhaled. I could taste the moisture in my mouth. I could feel my hot breath swirling around my helmet and my face. I kept climbing up the coil rope that went from my tiny, white, square spaceship into the stillness of eternal night. I saw no planets, suns, moons, or people--just myself, the rope, the spaceship and the blackness of space with little points of light millions of miles away. My little spaceship disappeared into the vacuum of space below as I climbed up further. There was no wind, movement, signal and no hope, just emptiness, The sullen silence smell like melting ice as it fades away kinda like a distant memory I can almost remember. I was the only thing alive in the universe. A terrible feeling of loneliness captured me like awakening from a coma to find myself paralyzed in my own grave. Suddenly, I saw something above me so I climbed faster. I realized somehow I went into a straight full circle. Above me now was my tiny, little, white, square spaceship. Then I awoke with a feeling of wonder and awe.

Something After Me

[Had this dream at around 3:30AM, without expecting it at all, i was just normally sleeping ]

I was on the street close to my old school with my sister, when i got lucid, not sure why. I started running down the street, while my sister was yelling things at me, but i didn't care.
As i reached the end of the street, there was a huge hole in the ground and there was nothing anywhere anymore, like the whole ground disappeared. I couldn't see anything further in the landscape either... [It was somewhat like the end of the world or something].

Without any second thought i just flew up in the air in that same direction. I didn't know what i wanted to do, i just wanted to fly somewhere.
As i was flying, i thought about rain, so it started raining suddenly. It was good flying in the rain, but then something distracted me.
Suddenly i had a feeling that something/someone is following me. I had no time to look back, but sometimes a picture of a girl was flashing in. She had wings and her body was fully made of darkness, only her face was somewhat lighter.

She looked somewhat like this, without the weapon and her skin was made of darkness.

I wasn't sure what to do, so i kept flying faster and tried to get lost of her. [I think i lost some of my lucidity here, since she wasn't that scary actually].
As i was trying to escape, everything around me got darker and darker, when once i just popped out of the darkness and fell onto a wooden floor. I found myself in some kind of old shop.
[I gained back my lucidity here fully].

I looked around, but couldn't see anyone. As i was browsing through the stuff in the shop, i found a tiny mirror. This reminded me of the TotM of June, so i picked the mirror up.
It was too small for even my hand to fit through. I focused on it and wanted it to grow bigger, which somewhat succeeded, but still only my hand fit through, not me fully.
I took the mirror away and imagined a bigger one around me... i imagined as i walk through it... as my imagined self walked through the mirror, suddenly everything turned black.

I heard a noise and found myself in the shop again, but there was an old shopkeeper now too. [I lost lucidity here].
I told him to stop making noises, because i'm trying to fall asleep. I told him that i live in the shop....

[So yeah, i lost my lucidity which is not so usual for me, meh... My dream self was 100% sure that she was sleeping in the shop... no idea where i got that from]



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Brown Haired Girl

[This dream was at 8:30AM if i remember right, some time after my WBTB attempt]
[I fell asleep multiple times after it, but for some reason i still remember it well]

I was in our garden when i got lucid, i don't really remember what happened before.
As i got lucid i instantly remembered that i should try and search for Dreamprofessor. I thought about creating a door somewhere and walking through that to the place what we arranged as a meeting place
I also thought that i might try to find Lucy first and maybe bring her with me to Dreamprofessor...
I turned around in the garden, ready to go and do these, but then i noticed a short, light-brown haired girl in the garden.

She looked similar to this.

She looked really clueless and like she was searching for something. For some reason i got a feeling that she is related to Lucy in some way and i unintentionally summoned her with my thoughts before... I walked close to her and asked what is she doing, but i got no answer, just a glassy look.
She never looked at me, just at my hands or my legs. It seemed like she has some mental problem, so i stopped asking her things.

I decided to leave her there and go on my way... while walking away i noticed that starting from the neighbour's garden everything was dark like it was night there. Only the area near our house and garden was sunlit.
I was wondering about how to get out of there, since going throught the darkness wouldn't be a good idea... So i just decided that i'll create the door on the top of our house, because up there i can easily see if something goes wrong.
[Maybe i could've just tried creating daylight everywhere else or something, but i didn't think of that].

I stood near the wall and then started flying upwards, but it went suprisingly slow... I looked down and got totally surprised: That same brown haired girl was holding on my legs.
I looked at her and she still acted that weird, she wasn't looking at me, just at my legs and sometimes at the environment near us. She was also mumbling something during this time, but i couldn't understand.
I tried to shake her off my legs, which succeeded, she fell down, but grabbed onto a brick in the wall. [The wall had lots of bricks and things that can be grabbed on and it was also much taller than in reality].

She kept climbing towards me with that glassed look. When she got close, i tried to kick her off the wall, but i couldn't. I decided that i need more power for this. I charged up and let out a powerful force push from my hands towards her.
She couldn't hold on anymore and just slowly fell down to the ground.
I was satisfied that i got rid of her, but then i suddenly woke up....

[I probably woke up because of the noises my family made during this time... sigh]
[Maybe i should be less distracted by things like that girl and only aim for what i planned to do originally... ]

This dream was odd. I had lucid and non-lucid moments, but my athletic ability to climb was truly surprising.

And so many dream signs!


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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The day is Halloween, and I am with my kids scrambling toget them ready to go over to their grandparent’s house. Last minute touch-upsto costumes and making sure the front door is locked, we leave and head over totheir side of town.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the dream their house is on a side street along SouthFirst, far from their real home. A privacy fence surrounds the front yard andI’m not accustomed to walking through a gate to get to their door. Inside thehouse the living room is decorated for a Halloween Party, and a few pumpkinscan be found in the corners of the room instead of outside.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The clock says it is close to 7:00 P.M. but the sky stillhas light in it. I am just about to leave with the kids when the phone rings.The random person who answers it tells me that my daughter’s teacher is on thephone, and I can’t imagine what could be so important that she would call onHalloween night. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Reaching for the corded white phone I say Hello with aquestioning sound, still not sure what could be so important as to call now.She explains that she is in north Austin and wants to know if the neighborhoodaround the school is a good place for trick-or-treating, knowing we live rightacross the street from the school. I wonder why she is in north Austin when Iknow she lives southwest.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Gesturing with my hand as I speak I explain to her thatnormally she could come visit us and see that the school neighborhood is agreat place for trick-or-treating, but seeing as we are at the grandparent’shouse we aren’t handing out candy at home this year. I think about whichneighborhood I should recommend, debating in my mind the best places for candyand finding people home. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I think you should try the neighborhood around the school,“I tell her. “There are lots of people around with kids and there will be morecandy than going to some of the western neighborhoods. Of course, you couldalways come visit us off South First, lots of people over here giving outcandy.” I smile thinking about how much fun the kids are going to have, brieflywishing I could be one also.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“It’s already 7 o’clock. You probably have about 90 minutesto trick-or-treat, and every 30 minutes you delay reduces the chances ofgetting a good supply of decent candy. It would probably take you too long toget here. I suggest you either stay where you are or try the neighborhoodaround the school.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I feel disappointed that we won’t get to see her and herkids for Halloween but the thought of being helpful lifts my spirits. I reallywant them to have a good time.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I get off the phone and walk from the dining hall to theliving room, finding myself in the house I shared with my mom in the early90’s. I walked out the front door and found it was daytime, perhaps earlier inthe day than before, though I still felt it was just after 7P.M. People werearound inside and out as though I was holding a party, so I assumed that I mustbe having people over. Even my neighbors were out walking about the street butI did not recognize any of them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the driveway stood a man with a motorcycle, an oldermodel clearly in need of repair. The body was black but the rims of the bikewere golden instead of the normal chrome typically found on bikes like this.The biker was likewise dressed in black, and his clothes appeared a bit rattyas though he had been wearing them for years. His attire seemed odd consideringhow hot it was outside.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The man turned off the bike’s engine as I approached andwalked to the opposite side of the bike from me. I noticed that fluid wasleaking from a seam close to where the front poles attached to the frame of thebike, and as I bent down to inspect it closer the leak intensified. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Your bike is leaking!” I said this with urgency, though notquite a shout. The man stopped and looked back to where I had indicated. “Isthat a problem?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I think it might be.” He said this matter-of-factly andthen smiled at me, his handlebar mustache flaring up as his dirty teeth peekedout from between his chapped lips. His oversized round goggles made his faceseem overly cheery despite the spike on his classic-style helmet.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The liquid came in contact with some hot part on the bikeand began to steam/smoke. The smell was part gasoline and part coolant, anunusual smell for a motorcycle. Some of the paint on the front column began todisappear, exposing grey metal beneath. I began to back away from the bike,expecting it to catch fire at any moment. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]This seemed like a good time to go indoors, and I headedupstairs. For some reason I felt I needed the phone again, and I grabbed it offa table in my upstairs room. People were out on my balcony and I looked aroundfor a quiet place to talk on the phone, the music playing in my room too loudfor a private conversation. I was aboutto choose the closet or bathroom as a good place to talk when something caughtmy eye outside.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Quickly turning to my right I heard a crashing soundaccompanied by a frightening rumbling sound, similar to the effect of a tankpassing by. I looked out the window and past the people sitting outside to seea yellow crane passing my house and turning to crash over the fence between myproperty and the neighbor’s house. A large scoop/wrecking ball was attached toa cable at the front of the crane.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Moderately upset that the man had driven the crane over myproperty and left deep grooves in the yard I suddenly realized that if he wasgoing to trash and demolish the furniture around the backyard pool I should askif I could have first-crack at some of the stuff before it became trash. Therewas some nice furniture over there.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I turned again and raced through the room, passing right onby the stairs to the first floor. I needed a quicker way down and I foundmyself on the front balcony, a structure that didn’t normally adorn the housebut something I had always wanted, and would have placed there had I built thehouse myself. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I found myself looking out from the third floor of what wasnormally a two-story house, and I briefly wondered how I was going to get downsafely if I wasn’t using the stairs. Becoming suddenly aware I was dreaming Iknew the best way down would be to vault over the railing and lower myself downto the second floor. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Getting over the rail was easier than I expected, and eventhe rough wood gave me no splinters as I climbed down. I did not feel my weightas I expertly lowered my feet to the second floor railing, the rough woodproviding plenty of grip to keep me from falling. Remaining on the outside ofthe railing as I brought my body down I repeated the maneuver I used, quicklyfinding myself just four feet above the ground. An easy landing brought me tothe grass in the front yard where the driveway should normally be, and I ranalong the side of the house to catch up with the mighty yellow beast.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The fence was destroyed and a moderate pile of debris andwhat used to be patio furniture sat next to the pool. I almost skidded as Imade the turn into the yard, running past the crystal clear water and over tothe patio near the hot-tub. I managed to catch the attention of the manoperating the vehicle as he approached. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The man was dressed in a blue button-up shirt, patternedlines all over the material. Khaki shorts and loafers completed his outfit, andhe stood before me like a man unsure of how to react. He appeared to be in hislate 40’s and was balding slightly on the top of his head. I suspected hisancestry to be northern European, his face round but flat on top with a widemouth and thin lips. He didn’t seem like someone who smiled often.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Hi, I’m your neighbor, Melanie. Welcome to theneighborhood! I was wondering, if you’re going to demolish everything could Ilook over any of the furniture or other things before you destroy them?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I gave him my most pleasant smile as I asked, dipping myhand in the beautiful water of the hot-tub, surprised to find it cold andinviting, just like the nearby pool. He stuck his hands in his pockets, lookeddown and scuffed his shoes in the dirt.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Shucky darn, “he replied. “I haven’t decided yet if I’mgoing to demolish everything. I guess so.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I believed he was indicating I could look around for thingsI liked though he never was any clearer with his answer. I turned my gaze tothe house over my right shoulder and saw a young girl, presumably his daughter,staring out at us from a wide window in the kitchen. She was probably aroundten years old, pretty, with long hair and a blue shirt. She sat on a stool andturned her head to the side when I looked at her, as though she was avoiding mystare. She seemed meek, possibly unsure of what was going on and how to react. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The kitchen was beautiful and seemed fitting for such a nicehouse. Wide, well-lit spaces with new appliances and furniture that looked likeit was made from polished bamboo or some other light-colored wood. I wasenvious.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Knowing I had done what I set out to do I knew it was timeto leave, telling myself that I didn’t want to upset this guy, particularly ifhe was going to be my new neighbor. He seemed like a nice dream character, Idecided. When I wake up, I thought, I should tell the people on DreamViewsabout him. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walked back over to my house and entered through the reardoor, the messy floor immediately coming into focus. The party must have endedand everyone had left, possibly when the giant construction vehicle had showedup. It had been a little scary.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Today was my day off so I was planning to get a lot of dreaming done. But I was woken up at 6:30am by somebody at the door, turns out it was somebody delivering a package, but he was at the wrong bloody door! Anyway, although it did wake me up - it did lead to me having an unintentional DILD through WBTB.

23-04-12
Around 8:30am
DILD

The Search
Genre: Random
Lucid (DILD)

I am in my sisters room. I'm looking out the window and see a girl trying to climb up the side of a house. She uses ledges and bins to finally get up there, I then see her dog follow her up, no idea how the dog managed it - it just kind of jumped up. I walk downstairs to get a better look, but when I get to the window nobody is there any more. I now find myself outside, in a little path next to my house. Something doesn't feel quite right, so I look down at my hands but there doesn't appear to be anything wrong, just a bit blurry. I decide to plug my nose, and I can breathe! I'm dreaming.

I decide to stabalize the dream first. I feel the fence on the right of me and then think of some things to do. I decided that I wanted to find one of my friends and see how they'd react to being told they are dreaming. I go around to my neighbours house and decide to ask them where they are. I chap the door, but instead of the usual person that answers, it's Ali G. This was really weird, but I ask him if he has seen my friends. He says spouts some shit which I can't understand, I decide to leave because he's wasting my time.

My memory is a bit hazy after that. Next thing I do remember is trying out some dream control techniques, to keep my skills sharp. I point at a few objects and begin to levitate them. I levitate a few things like tyres and then throw them away using my mind. I then attempt it on a car, the car comes off the ground but for some reason I can't throw it. I do a little, but it doesn't go far. Anyway, my memory goes a bit blank after this.

I am now outside my house again. I decide that the best place to find them would probably be the school where we all went to. I decide, instead of running or flying, I'll create a tele port. I draw a circle in the air with my finger and imagine the school at the other side of the circle. No luck. I decide to run there, it's not far. Whilst running, I attempt to fly, I usually have no trouble with flying but I couldn't in this dream for some reason. I remember that when I was attempting I jumped off the ground and ended up with my face hitting the ground. Felt no pain though.

I felt myself running a lot faster than I am capable of in real life. I am now at the school. It looks a bit different. But I go in anyway. Somebody walks out of the door and says to me, "Hey... you made it!". I high five him like an idiot and try to go into the school. But the door is only one way, it's the exit door. I look inside and it seems to be some kind of prom/reunion thing going on. But then I wake up.

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So I was in the library with L. again, which means this could be a possible dream sign except that I don't think I have ever been in the library with L. yet..
Before we went down the stairs "terroristic" buillies came over to us and made us sit in a corner, trapped. We didn't know what to do, but eventually we talked ourselves out of it I think. I don't know what they wanted, except bully, which frankly, a lot of bullies appear to long for. It might have been something about not borrowing the book I had found and now held in my hand. We were sitting at some benches. They slouched down the stairs with hunched shoulders, and we followed after making sure we were not in the danger-some.
The stair had business like blue, dimmed transparent "fences", and the stairs themselves were grey.
When we got down I was about to deliver my book. I felt jumpy and hurried. I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, without bringing attention to myself. The floor was grey, the walls white and the room dark, so I should'a known better than to feel "safe" so soon. If safe means not in a potentially life threatening circumstances..
The disc had a woman librarian behind it from Real Life. The disc in the middle of the room was also from the library in town, oak brown with a black plate on top in a curved form went towards the entrance. The entrance was a fancy double glass-door. It had kind of a "light" atmosphere. I was soon getting out of there and starting to feel more confident.
Before I talked to librarian I glimpsed a TV hanging on the wall next to the left door. The librarian, and now my friends A. and M., was also watching. My companions, subtract the librarian, didn't pay as much attention to it as I did. It was a news report.
On the screen there was a young dark male in a dark green bobble-vest. He was running, plowing trough the impulsive and officious reporters. He pushed away a black camera in pointed towards him, and a voice came on. It was the anchor on the channel, talking about "Idealistic terrorists on the loose. They are teenagers and are very idealistic".. or something. O, jeez z__z .. I think the news in my dream might have been a clip from a RL memory from the riots in London on the news channel.
"Oh my." the librarian mumbled.
I looked at her, and the book in my hand was just seconds away from being handed over when the teenagers bursts through the glass in the doors. Although there wasn't any shattering or scrapes on their faces as the group gathered in the room staring determined on us. I barely had the change to act at all before they pointed their millitary guns at us and shouting us to leave the room and enter the little door on another wall of the room.
"They want to isolate you!" I heard the librarian gasp terrified before we were all ripped away from her and enclosed in a small, green-walled room. I knew that this must be some sort of experiment. My friends knew no escape, but I had the escape in my mind.
They sat hopeless at the end of the rectangular room when I showed them how we could climb out somehow and jump over a fence with a hedge. A. did it nicely, but M. needed a little instruction. But we made it out and that's the important part.

Dream - Lucid

I was in a river in a canyon, surrounded by rock walls. The sky was grey. I want to say I was in Oregon. The water was pretty shallow, but it was moving pretty fast; some of it looked like white waters. There was a girl with me, and there were other people around as well.

I remember also telling someone that I had Gyrados (a Pokemon) at home. I was worried about moving to a top floor apartment because the water that he required would leak through the floor. Weird.

I got into the river. I felt the water rush around me; I was about waist deep. I was going to climb over one of the rock walls to the other side of the river. This girl that was with me was being so annoying. She kept telling me everything to do, what I was doing wrong, etc. It was really pissing me off.

I got to the wall and started to climb. The rocks were damp, dark grey, and mossy. I wasn’t afraid of the climb at all, surprisingly. In fact, I discovered that I loved to climb, and it came to me very easily.

I got to the top, and the girl was still being annoying. I can’t remember what I did; in all honesty, I think I just ignored her, or maybe I told her to be quiet. Anyway, I climbed to the bottom the same way I did the top. I got in the water, which was rushing very fast; the current was extremely strong.

I got in anyway. The water was a little deeper on this side of the wall. I saw other people in it, families even, who were not getting swept away because they were on the outskirts of the river in the more shallow parts. I started to get carried away, but I saved myself before I got swept too far. I fought the current and made it back to the wall.

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I was at my house, in my room. The lights weren’t on in my room, and it was grey outside. I think Leslie was there with me. I had all these pets...tons of cats and a dog. They were all kept in the playroom where I keep my cat in waking life.

I went out into the hallway, and there were 3 identical orange, fluffy cats there. All of their names were Ginger, except for one, who I called Ginger White (why I have no idea…the cat was all orange just like the others). One was in the middle of the hallway, the other right behind it and to the right, and the last by the door.

I went back in my room, and the phone rang. I answered it, and heard a small voice on the other end. I asked who it was, and they said
“Ginger White!”
“Oh! I couldn’t tell it was your voice!” I said back. I can’t remember what else was said specifically.

Weird. My cat called me.

I then went in the playroom. The dog in there was in the brown laundry basket beside the door to the game closet. He was a short haired small-medium sized dog with brown fur. He was jumping up and down, trying to get out of the basket, which also had some dirty laundry in it. I brought him some food and water.

Then, I went downstairs into the living room, and there was a mother cat in a cat bed with lots of kittens. The cat bed was sitting on the far end of the couch on the arm. They were so cute! Some of their ears were flat, like the Scottish Fold breed of cat. They were dark grey with black stripes.

I laid on my stomach on the couch and started taking pictures with my phone of the cats. I kept trying to zoom in and out, trying to get the best angle I could. Every picture I took was pretty good, but it wasn’t perfect like I wanted. The mother cat was being very good and looking at the camera every time I tried to snap a picture. I kept thinking about how photogenic she was.

I remember being in some huge gym, and climbing up this wall along a chain. This thing had to be at least 40 feet high. I was supposed to get all the way to the top to a window ledge, and then shimmy from it to the next window ledge. i got all the way up to the top, and started thinking "what if I run out of strength". Then everything else started pouring through my mind. How can I get down quickly with out falling, will I even make it down, would making across just be easier...etc etc etc.

My heart started racing, and I felt my blood pressure rising...all of a sudden I'm back on the ground. I started explaining all of this to someone in a FA, and then I found myself running through irradiated soil in bare feet. There are other parts of the dream I'd rather not mention or remember.

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I find myself outside a tall building, at its highest point obscured by the clouds above. My several companions and I walk towards the entrance confidently, but cautiously. As we get right outside the door, a piece of the building itself speaks to us in the voice of an old bitter woman and cackles.

"You'd better hurry, I'm coming for you!" She is the voice of the lava the building is sitting on! We rush in and realize the floor is bubbling and the room is filled with several tiers of yellow blocks. Immediately, my team and I start jumping around the room to search for the item we were sent there to retrieve. Somebody shouts they've found it, but lets it slip from her hands and fall to the bottom of the room. I instinctively dive for it, snag it, and continue my way up to the top of the building. It is a small, 8-bit Mario shaped eraser.

The room is now erupting from all corners with pillars of fires and I'm struggling more and more the climb the now "artificial rock-climbing" face of the walls. I finally get the level I need to be, where I meet eyes with another member of my team blocking my path to the right. Time freezes for a minute or so, though we're both still thinking clearly. Once things start moving again, I use all the strength I have left to climb over to the goal. I pull the eraser out of my pocket and place it in a small indent. It transforms into a a Princess Peach eraser.

All the danger subsides and glide to the bottom of the tower. My team is there to greet me, I we walk out together feeling like winners.

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