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Technique Used: SSILD

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I don't remember at what time I was lucid, but I guess I was right from the start. I looked around. I saw that I was in some kind of city. I didn't like it I felt alone. I decided to run up to a nearby eighteen wheeler parked in front of me and ask about my dream guide, since that is one of my ultimate goals. I started to run, but it seemed like my legs wouldn't work! It was like I was running in slow motion. I tried to believe I could run, anything is possible in a lucid dream.

I finally made my way to the window of the large truck. A pudgy woman sat in the front. She looked down at me with a frown. I quickly asked her, "Do you know where I might find my dream guide?"

"We have nothing like that here," she said. "Come back with a couple hundred dollars and maybe you can apply to this school here." she pointed in front of me at a school not too far away. It looked like a large private school.

I sighed and walked away. Moving on, I decided to explore. I looked into a nearby forest. I walked down the slope, trying not to trip on any rocks or limbs. Then the thought came to me that I should stabilize. I remember Mzzkc's method of stabilizing, taking a bite out of a tree. I didn't take a bite out of it, I just picked a small limb off of a tree and tried to take a bite out of that. It felt really weird in my mouth, like it wasn't supposed to belong there.

It only raised my vividness just a tad. I continued on. I found a small shack, well it wasn't really a shack. It was just an awning with people under it watching a TV. There were four guys. One I recognized, my youth leader. Only he was skinnier, and was growing out this long gotee looking thing. I watched what they were watching. It looked like some kind of show that was supposed to embarrass the people on it. The first person was a girl who was supposed to sing a song, a Taylor Swift song actually. She sang horrible. Next there was a girl that was supposed to dance a weird dance blindfolded.

The dream ended shortly after.

Working in the Mall
I remember walking around a mall, looking for something to do. I eventually found some kind of little restaurant with pool tables and such. I found a waiter who looked just like Gibby off of iCarly. He told me about a waiter job he had to do in Chicago that got him embarrassed. I don't remember the story though. He was telling me this while leaning over a counter.

The Lesson
I was at my mom's house with a couple of guys I knew and one of my friends. I'm not sure what we did, but we did something bad. That resulted in my dad teaching us all a lesson. I was supposed to drive a car or something. I got in the car, ready to drive it. I started it and was going. Once again, I forgot where the breaks and gas pedal were. I found them.

As I was going, I was trying to remove the stuff on the dashboard so I could actually see. I heard my dad in the back go, "Good. Good." I swerved to get into the right lane, while almost hitting a couple of cars. Instead of the breaks, I hit the gas, and I sped up a tree on the side of the road. The car fell back down on its side. I got out of the car and said I was okay. It scared me to death though.

Then my dad had to drive us home, showing us all the obstacles that he could easily maneuver or something.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My dad has taken me and the family to Manfred’s Restaurant,in San Francisco. Manfred’s is a diner-style burger joint, complete with boothsand a long bar with barstools. Behind the bar is where the waitresses stand,taking orders and serving up witty remarks.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the end of the bar, far from the door, two old guys sitand talk, and by their appearance and familiarity with each other it’s obviousthey sit here every day, rain or shine. Both men are in long overcoats and havetheir hats sitting on the bar next to their food.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We are led to a booth somewhere near the back of therestaurant, across from the old guys. I ask if the burgers are really big, andthe waitress holds up a plate with a massive burger on it. The bun is threetimes normal size, the meat is double-layered and heavy, and the cheese ismelting out the sides, peeking out from under the lettuce and tomato. Somepickle slices are on the side.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“That is a BIG burger, “I tell her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“You bet it is!” the two old men chime in unison.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“…but I don’t want to see even a single pickle with myburger, do you understand me?” I try to make this last point clear withoutsounding like an ass.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The waitress replies, “No problem!” She turns around to submitthe order to the short-order cook behind her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]While my order is cooking I decide to leave my group andstep outside, for air or a change of scenery I don’t know. What I see outsideis so unexpected I nearly drop my jaw in amazement.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Standing in front of me, larger than life, are magic horses.I know of no other way to describe the sight before me. One horse is standingon top of another horse, perfectly balanced, and the bottom horse is walkingpast the restaurant, seemingly part of a travelling magic show, or possibly anew circus act on the way into town. I’m staring at this, just dumbfounded,amazed that such a feat is possible.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As the balancing act passes by, another horse appears to myright, and this animal is very tall, with legs twice as long as they should befor a horse. The element of magic is apparent in these animals, and I amreminded of when I was a kid staring up at animals bigger than me, wonderinghow they do what they do.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]All this excitement and fanfare is passing by, and I followa crowd of people moving in the opposite direction. I have only moved a fewfeet from the door and I come upon a pile of broken glass on the sidewalk, nearthe corner of the building. Being a helpful citizen I begin picking up thelarge, red glass shards. Some are larger than my hand, and all have sharpedges. Only half way through and with my hand full I pick up one more piece ofglass and get a small cut, though the sting is enough to make me jerk my hand,spilling most of the glass back onto the sidewalk.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m disappointed in myself but the pain is real, so I headback towards the restaurant, knowing I can get cleaned up inside. By the door,next to a large potted plant, I come upon another pile of broken glass, and Ifind myself wondering how so much mess got there.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Inside, the restaurant is now quite crowded, packed, and Iveer to my right to where I suppose the bathroom ought to be. I go up a set of three stairs and intoanother room filled with tables and hungry patrons, looking around for the dooror hall to a bathroom but none is visible. Either the bathroom has been moved,I think, or this restaurant has no bathroom. I had intended to wash my handsafter picking up glass but I guess I won’t.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk back into the main part of the diner and find mydaughter sitting on one of the stools, a strange man sitting next to her andgrinning wide. I sit down between him and her and put my arm around her,suddenly mad that my dad has left her sitting here by herself, while he and myson moved to the far end of the bar to get away from the crowd and the singing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Off to my left and closer to the door a heavyset man isbelting out an almost operatic melody, but somehow it is comical and garish. Heis dressed in a blue cape, covering a white shirt and wide pants. He has a tallblack hat on his head, and is sporting a large, dark mustache. I presume he issome form of Italian opera clown, and I turn my back to him and his awkwardappearance.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I want to move down to the end by my dad, but suddenly Ifind myself on a moving bar stool, one of the most unusual experiences I’veever had in a restaurant. My stool is still attached to the floor, but thesection of the floor below me is moving, taking me and my stool in an ovulararc around the restaurant. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The other customers in the diner find this weird also, andmore than half of them leave, put off by a combination of confusion at themoving floor and the really bad singing by the fat man at the door. I don’tblame them. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After three or four spins around the room the circulating floorstops, and I come to a rest halfway down the bar from where I had been.Standing up I find myself dizzy, wobbly, and disoriented, an odd sensation fora dream. I can’t recall ever experiencing this in a dream before, and I have abrief hint at lucidity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk over to my dad, still sitting at the end of the bar,and I ask him where my burger is.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh, I sent that bad boy home.” He says almost gruffly,gesturing at the counter waitress. I presume he means he sent it back, and I amupset that my burger is gone. I’m hungry, and I need something to make up forthe glass and orbiting stool.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“No, it’s in here.” The waitress opens up my daughter’sbackpack and inside is my burger and the awesome French fries it comes with. Ilook around but there are no pickles, so I am satisfied.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Fast forward to the drive home; We are in my SUV, drivingtowards Alameda, and I’m talking to my dad casually. As we approach a freewayunderpass I turn to him and say, “I love you very much, dad, but if you ever doanything like that again, I’ll kill you.” I mean this in a non-violent way,jokingly, to emphasize how I didn’t like him leaving my daughter or placing myfood in her backpack, but I pause and contemplate what I just said, and I feelbad. I don’t want him to think I hate him, though I am upset, and now my mindis lost in thoughts of remorse.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I suddenly comeback to reality and find that no one isdriving the SUV, and I literally ask, “Who’s driving the car?” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT][FONT="Calibri"]And then I wake up.[/FONT]

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The first thing I can recall is being in my dad’s house,though it does not appear as it does in reality. The time in the dream is6:00A.M., and my alarm has sounded. There are guests besides myself in thehouse, and I am not sure if they woke up naturally or because of my alarm.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The first person I see is my dad, and he is fully dressedand all smiles. He is wearing a pair of what might be light-colored corduroypants, and a multi-colored vest, possibly made of wool, which seems an unusualchoice for indoors. I think he is also wearing his moccasins, which he was fondof in the 1980’s.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Good morning!” he says to me, and I reply the same. The othersin the house are beginning to stir, and unlike my dad they are all sleepy-eyedand not ready for morning. I can see my stepmom over my right shoulder, andbehind me and to the left are cousins Angie and Michael (named Dave in thedream), and some unidentified woman who I think is a friend of my stepmother’s.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Despite the early hour I am excited to be awake, and I havemy SLR camera in hand, ready to take some pictures of the dawn. Indeed it isbrightening to the east, and the colors are striking. I have not seen thesecolors before from a dawn, especially at my current location, and I’m eager torecord the images before they are lost. I recognize the yard outside, includingthe backyard fountain, and that I am in California, though none of the imageryactually exists in real life.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Just as I finish the thought of taking pictures of the dawn,the sky is covered by clouds, and the light is lost. I am disappointed, and Ihunch slightly, a mild sadness over-taking me. My melancholy is short-lived,however, as the twilight brought on by the appearance of the clouds gives wayto true darkness outside, and I can see stars in the sky, their radiance brightenough to give a spectral glow to the garden and the fountain waters, now only visible asdark shapes with the tiniest hint of radiance.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Rubbing her eyes, Angie mutters, “It’s way too early. Wakeme up later.” As she says this she turns to head back to her bedroom, and theothers follow, all but my father. He heads on into the kitchen; a left-turn anda step up from the wide hall we currently occupy.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The entrance to the kitchen is also an open pantry, andshelves line either side, stuffed to overflowing with packaged groceries. Iknow there is a table out of sight in the kitchen but I never can see it. Thewalls are wood, and old, like at my grandmother’s house, a faded yellow paintclinging to the doorway and moldings.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Opposite this pantry is a set of double doors withfull-length windows set in them, squared off every four inches or so, andcovered by white curtains. These curtains are closed at the moment but somehowI can see through to the room behind them, and even out the windows beyond.Outside and to the west the sky is now illuminated with a pale twilight orpossibly early sunset. The illumination is confusing coming from the westthough the time is still early morning. I can see smoke rising from somedistant fire, and though I never see flames the smoke is lit up, colors oforange and pink, as though embraced by the rising or setting sun. I want to seethis, take pictures of it, know what’s causing it, and I set myself the goal offinding a way to do so.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I can’t go through the doors near me, which are locked, butI know I can still get to a place where I can view the scene from if I ventureback down the hall. Walking swiftly, I reverse my course and turn to the leftinto a room which also has a set of double-doors that lead me to a view of theoutside. These are not locked, and I open them with a whoosh.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I realize my mistake immediately, as before me are thesleeping forms of the three houseguests, one on a small sofa or large chair,the other two on soft mattress pads on the floor. All are covered by thick,fluffy comforters, and Angie is muttering in her sleep. Dave is out cold, andhis feet protrude from under his covers, while the woman who is a friend of mystepmother is snoring, and turns from her side onto her back as I stand in thedoorway feeling like an intruder.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The room is dark, and though I was sure I would have a viewof the outside from this room, the only light is coming from behind me, fallingupon the sleeping faces of the three guests. The windows have been draped inlong, white curtains, and though I cannot see additional window coverings thereseems to be no light entering the room, as though the sky outside is pitchblack.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I back out of the room slowly and quietly, doing my best toclose the latch without making any sound. With the door now shut I turn to myright and tip-toe through the room I’m in to yet another door, similar to allthe others except that it is not paired. I turn the handle and begin to walkthrough when I discover that the room I have entered still does not lead me tothe outside. I am faced with a wide room, carpeted and furnished, yet seeminglyforgotten as though an unattended part of the spacious home. Windows made ofsquare glass panes face west, and I can see the smoke still rising, but theimage is slightly distorted by the ancient glass, creating a ripple effect overeverything I can see outside.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Now I’m frustrated. I should have come to the back deck ofthe house, a perfect spot to take pictures and see what is causing the smoke,but every room leads me to nowhere useful. Seeing my task as futile but not yetgiving up, I head back towards the hall where I encountered everyone earlier,and somehow I have picked up a large bag of Cheetos along the way. Feelingsnacky, I take a couple of Cheetos, and munch one as I walk. The other I amstill holding as I again encounter my dad, still dressed in the unusual outfit.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Are you hungry? We have a lot of food here.” He eyes thebag of Cheetos I’m carrying.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I reply with slight anger. “No, I’m not really hungry. Ijust wanted one. That’s okay, right?!” I’m still holding one Cheeto, bulbousand long. The golden dust covers my fingertips.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“It’s a pretty morning, living here.” he says, and makes asweeping gesture as if referring to the house and the surrounding hillside. “Doyou like it?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I like it just fine,” I reply,” but I want to take picturesof the smoke outside. How can I do that when I can’t get outside or see pastthis tree?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Looking to my right is a set of windows facing west, and theview would be perfect save for a large tree branch which obscures my view,waving around in the wind and occasionally affording me a small glance of thelandscape beyond.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My dad, turning to some male friend of his who hasmysteriously appeared next to me, says, “It’s great here, you can seeeverything around for miles! You can see all the cities and towns that surroundhere!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“What?!” I shout. “What can you see around here?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“You can see Adelaide, Addison, Alta Vista, Burke, Caldwell,Dawson, Howardsville, Westlake, Round Rock, Davis, Sonoma…”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]“Dad, you can’t see any of those places from here! The onlyplace you can see is Howardsville, and that’s no great sight!” **Honestly, I have no idea whatHowardsville is. I think my mind was trying to come up with Pflugerville, whichlies to the north of Austin, but my mind couldn’t wrap itself around the ‘Pf’at the beginning of the name, and so I replaced it with a fictitious town.Honestly, from where I live in Austin, you can’t see any surroundingcommunities, almost the exact opposite of the where my dad lives with asweeping view of the San Francisco Bay Area.**[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]On top of my frustration of not being able to see out adecent window, the sky has turned dark again, as though night has fallen. Ithad felt like middle-of-the-day while my dad was expounding the virtue of hishome’s location, but time has passed and darkness has settled in again.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find myself slipping in to bed, and everything looksnormal as it does now. Just as I’m about to turn out the light I hear a soundoutside the bedroom window, an odd metallic springy noise. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Is that ‘S’ (my son) outside, playing with a Slinky?” I askJen[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Maybe.” She replies, as casually as I had asked.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This is not good, though not terrible. If he is indeedoutside, it means he climbed out his window and is being his usual fun-lovingself, playing a prank on us and trying to make us wonder what is going on.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]“It could be neighborhood kids, though I doubt it at thishour. Should I go make him come inside?” Somehow I don’t seem to be overlyworried about his actions, and I’m just about to turn off the light when I wakeup, and I can hear my son in the bathroom, playing around with the metal blindswhich cover the one window. It’s 7:02A.M. and I have overslept. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Oops.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Clarity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Oh my gosh. This technique is amazing!
So last night, I woke up after 5 hours of sleep, went to the restroom, then got back in bed. I did about, 5 cycles (If I remember correctly.) Then I got comfortable and did one cycle for some reason. After a few minutes I turned over once more (now on my stomach) and fell asleep.

I woke up.. and my body was completely paralyzed! I could not move. I think I could open my eyes, but I didn't want to! I got really scared (as I always do with SP. T-T). I heard these weird wind sounds in my ears or something, and my body just felt heavy and numb (it was a bit hazy at this part, can't remember much). I just decided, "What the heck, I'm getting out of this!" (I've done this before, and I ended up in a FA) So I tried wriggling my head, then my arms, then my fingers, and finally "broke" out of SP. I lay motionless , still lying on my stomach in my bed. Then I thought to myself, "Crap. I shouldn't have done that." But then I RCed out of reflex, and what do you know, I was in an FA! I got really excited. Still laying on my stomach, I used my arms and "pushed" me out of bed. It was extremely hard to do this. It was like pushing a rusted lever or something (kind of like I was "stuck" to the bed). Then I saw it was dark in my room so I got scared once more (I'm always afraid of seeing scary things in my dreams, like weird shadows and such).

I sat on my bed, looking around in the darkness for my lamp. I shouted, "Light!"
Nothing happened.

I remember that electronics do not work well in dreams, but I turned on the lamp anyway. Light immediately flooded the room. I wanted to see myself in my full body mirror, but was too scared. So I kind of "danced" in front of it to blur my body but see myself in it anyways. I didn't take notice of all the details in my room, I just simply walked into the bathroom and tried to turn on those lights as well. Once I turned it on, the lights shone very dimly. I walked into Sam's room and did the same. Dim.

I shook her awake (at least I think I did), and told her I was dreaming, and to come on with me. She muttered something, but I was too excited to listen to it, and ran out of the room. I stood on my balcony, looking down. It was almost daytime now. I said I would jump off of it. I was afraid I would get hurt. But it was a dream; it couldn't hurt me.

I jumped off of the balcony, landing on my feet. I only felt a mild shock travel up through my legs.

I then walked out our front door, which was a large archway with no door. It was daytime out now. I looked up at the sky, it was clear and crisp. Then I started losing lucidity bit by bit, but I didn't notice. The grass was as green as ever. I saw my mom sweeping the pavement, and my dad was just walking around.

I tried to fly down the steps. Instead, I hovered down them and hit my toe on every single one of them. Since they were brick stairs, it hurt a little. Then I tried to fly around the front yard, but I wasn't making any progress. I tried with all my might to "flap" my arms, but to no avail. Not even if I ran and jumped could I fly.
I gave up and walked over to the side of the house. My house was bigger than usual. I heard my sister, who was outside now. She yelled to me, "Imagine something!"

Good idea. I tried to summon a Lamborghini. Big mistake on my part!

I turned around and visualized what I wanted. A Lamborghini. I wasn't specific, though. I turned around and faced the garage. A really long car, like a limo, was there. It was an ugly shade of green and yellow, and looked like it was made out of coke cans. Ugh.
I tried again, this time it was a longer car, but was an ugly shade of blue. Somehow, the green car had rolled itself down into someone else's driveway.
I tried once more, this time being specific. But it didn't come out as I wanted. A brown car appeared, and it looked like a Model T. I gave up. This was just too hard!

The dream sped forward. I was with a group of people in a grassy field. My lucidity level got even lower, I could hardly control anything. I just had to go along with the story line.
All of a sudden, a nest of "cracker jackers" broke open and swarmed around us. Someone yelled, "Get the powder!" (Apparently, this powder was supposed to ward off cracker jackers) I imagined this white powder. It started raining down from the sky, and the cracker jackers swarmed away. It was kind of like bug spray for mosquitoes I guess. We were careful not to step on the dead ones. They could still sting.

The dream sped forward once more, and I was sitting with a group of people. My lucidity was almost gone now. They were being rude to me. I just walked away, not knowing what to do.

I woke up. I remember going throughout the morning, kind of sad that I didn't have any more time to use the technique in the night, because of school. My mom handed me a piece of a Reese's. I tore the Reese's apart, and it revealed rich peanut butter and chocolate chips! Then the dream faded. I woke up in my bed.

I was paralyzed again! I just decided to really get out of SP now. I did, and I didn't have an FA.
I looked at my clock. All of this happened in less than 2 hours. Wow.

Dream: Don't kill them!
I was at my dad's house. His house was made into some sort of arena, and they were going to kill two innocent people. A little tanned skinned girl, and a tall boy. I don't really remember the most of this dream, I just remember that they weren't really killed. The people in charge of killing them were playing a trick on everyone.

I I had a dream about - lucid dream attempt. Negative. I was in Czech in my living room. My mom ringed the bell and I went to open the door. We were standing outside for a while talking about my cousin and aunt. My cousin has a baby and despite my mom was helping them they don't even invite her to see the baby. She didn't want to make them feel bad by making a big boooo about it. I told her to make them feel bad when they act so selfish. It is winter time. I see a car coning, it is a pickup and I have a feeling the it is Tomas Laurin. The car is all yellow and has posters all over, probably some disco or so. I go back to the house as I realise it's only 6:15 am so I took my pills a while ago only. I want to try another go. I'm walking back and there is lots of tools on the lobby. I wonder what is my dad doing that he needed the tool. Getting back to electricity job? Then I walk in to the corridor and the wallpaper is taken down. My mom is probably renovating it, but again I wonder when she did it as I don't remember this be like it when I went to sleep. As I walk to the living room, my dad is sleeping in my "bed" on the floor. I wake him up, telling him off as a joke to get out. I drop my phone on his face by mistake so I am striking his hair to show him it was my mistake. He gets up and I lie back to my position.... In which I instantly wake up!!! Interesting

Camping with my Buds!
So I remember being at this camping place. It wasn't like tents and campfires and s'mores and such, it was more like a camp house where we play games and fun activities. I remember doing some weird game that I can't remember. I asked to use the restroom. Once I came back, I was walking down the stairs, and noticed my class was gone. Everyone was gone.

I panicked. Looking around, I noticed a door at the far side of the room. I opened it and it led outside. I walked a ways around a corner and came to some weird garage place. I found another, older class dressed up in costumes. They looked at me funny. I smiled and continued on.

I finally found my class, well only a few of them. They were dress in these weird boy scout looking costumes, even the girls. They wore a shiny blue hat on top of their heads.

Then I woke up.

Fragment
I have a vague image of my parents and I trying to fix a TV in a room beside our garage. We were debating on where it should sit.

The "Mouse" Rollercoaster
I remember being in a sort of carnival place. There was a lot of people around me, excited. I remember hearing the term, "mouse," it stood for people a bit smaller than humans, like Hobbits, only they didn't have big feet. They were just like small humans.

So anyways, I was boarding a rollercoaster there. Apparently this coaster was a sort of funraiser for that event. And it was homemade - imagine that.

The seat was a bit small for me, but I could still fit right in it. (I was almost the same size as a "mouse" in the dream)
When the coaster started, it kind of cruised down the track. Then we went through a whole bunch of twists and turns. It was awesome. Then I came up to this large tunnel thing, and once I went through, I heard a voice overhead.
"Double Speed."
(It was a woman speaking) I went much faster than I did earlier. I went under another light in the tunnel.
"Triple Speed."
I felt my face pull back, it felt so weird and exhilarating.
"Maximum Speed."
I shot forward with so much force that I almost flew out of my seat. It was amazing, I was going so fast. I finally took a curve and came out of the tunnel, nearly blinded.

Somehow I slowed down to a point where I could move again. The car stopped at a spot where I was supposed to get out and eat something before I could board again. It was required. I was feeling a little queasy, but I just thought it was because of that speed.

I walked over to the two people sitting at the booth. One was a guy, another was a girl. They sat there with a bag of candy and other assortments. I looked at the bag.
"Do I have to... eat all that?" I said.
"No!" The guy snapped at me.
"Here's your food." The woman said, handing things to me.
I looked at it. Inside some Saran Wrap there was some homemade Rice Krispie Treat. Yum. And then she also gave me a pack of mint gum. Also a strawberry. And a water bottle. I said I would eat the Rice Krispie Treat first, then the strawberry, then drink some water, then the gum for the rest of the ride.

As I was eating the Rice Krispie treat, I heard the boy and the girl arguing about what it was.
"Isn't this a sauce?" The boy asked, pointing to the gooey Rice Krispie Treat in front of her.
"I don't think so. I mean, maybe if it was melted, yeah." The girl replied.
Then, a boy and her mom walk in front of me. (I was sitting on the floor by the booth) The boy was chubby, and looked like he was 18 or so.
"Can I talk to you about cutting down my son's share?" said the mother.
Then I woke up.

Aww I so wanted to finish that dream!

I was walking down a boring office hall. There was boring blue carpet on the floor and the walls were a boring greyish tan color. I walked inside a room and even found a boring brown bench I could sit on. I saw something that wasn't regularly included in an office - a shower. Huh. There was only a curtain in front of it.

I heard my dad coming down the hall. He called out my name. I walked back out of the room and looked at him. He was a few yards away from me, standing next to an identical room.
"I'm going to take a shower. You need anything?"
"No, I'm fine." I smiled.
"Okay then. I'll be out in just a minute."
He turned to go into the room.

I turned back around and walked down the hallway. I found another room with a shower in it. This timer three girls were standing there. They were going to take a shower, and politely asked me to leave. I said no problem, and walked down the hall once more. I waited a couple of minutes, and came back to the room. They were already in, hidden behind the curtain. I saw they didn't have any towels with them, so I ran and grabbed three and brought them back. I lay them on the brown bench in the room, then quietly left.

Last Nights Dreams

Dream 1

Thai is just a fragment, I am in my Dad's car and we are going somewhere but I'm not sure where

Dream 2

I am going to a club and I am in a room with lots of other women and we are all trying on all the clothes. Lots of the bigger women are wearing short, tight tops. I have a stupid long one on. I decide I want a short, tight sexy top on so I go and try all the tops on aswell and I end up wearing a short, tight green sparkly one and I really like it, this top showes off my cleveage off well and I love it lol.

Dream 3

I am at the Doctors and I am given one prescription and I say "no, I need more than this, where's my Tramadol etc!!!!!" he says "ok ill check" I'm now standing looking at my prescription and thinking "actually I don't even remember going in to see the doctor" I think "I have to get my other prescription" but I don't and I just then go along with the dream ((shame I didn't realise doh!!!)) some Jamaican man now begins to talk to me and tells me how big he is down below lol I say "Pfffftttt!!" then one of them held me and they tried to rape me and I suddenly woke up ((thank god))

Dream 4

I remember something to do with a ring and leaves, also remember a Woman and someone wanting sex with me but I didn't want to.

Ashley, my dad and I were heading downtown in a huge populated city. It was in the middle of the night. We were heading to a club or some large party place. Several times while we were walking, my teeth kept falling out (I should use this as a dream sign...). I recognized a teenage guy on the street who was from the tv show I was watching before I went to bed. I thought he was particularly annoying so I ignored him. The wind started picking up. Everyone outside began to look worried. It began to rain so my family and I ran into a parking garage to take cover. The weather became an awful thunderstorm - except it only lasted a few minutes before it began to die down. It kind of reminded me of the eye of a hurricane. Suddenly everyone began running. I heard someone yell that we had to escape and that once it started to hail we were as good as dead. Before Ashley and Dad could figure out what to do next we saw Rupert Grint from Harry Potter. I ran up to him and called him "Ron" on accident, forgetting what his real name was. I asked him for help. He seemed to think we should stay and take cover inside. That's when my dad bolted. My sister and I ran outside after him. It was drizzling sleet and it was pretty cold. A breeze began to blow. My dad was sprinting and it was really hard to keep up with him. Then it started hailing a little...Shit! The breeze turned into a blasting wind. I followed my dad through a grassy pasture as the dream ended.

I’m going on vacation with my family, I think to Cape Cod. The rest of my family is riding in one car and I’m going in a car with my dad. While my dad is driving along, I think I see my 9th grade English teacher out the window, but then it turns out to not be her after all. We stop at some movie theater because for some reason, we’re going to a movie before we leave. But then I’m like, “Or, we could just go.” So then we agree to skip the movie and just leave.
We end up in some vacation house, and I think my aunt and uncle are there, too. At some point while we’re there, I watch “How I Met Your Mother” on a tiny TV in the house’s kitchen. Eventually everyone joins me and they’re all sitting around the TV.

There’s some other part where my family and I go to some carnival. There’s this guy dressed as the Cat in the Hat who is going around making everyone sign his hat. None of us actually want to go on any rides, so instead we all sit in front of this glass class filled with … something. I don’t remember exactly what. I want to say it was sea shells, but that doesn’t seem right. Oh, well. It was something shiny.

I remember another snippet of a dream where my friend and I were running down the stairs of our dorm building, and I was wearing my slippers, and I was telling her about “My Little Pony.”

Couple of crap days again. Let's delve into a nightmare classic. One of the last dreams of 2009 I'm gonna write here.

Vicious Attack
Date: December 6th, 2009
Lucid: No

I was in the edge of our fields, and there was also my brother and his girlfriend. Some airplane flew over as and it's engine sounded weird. Dad came at the edge of the field, next to the forest wall towards us.

Nearby, there was a relatively big barn. Under the barn's roof there was a space, from which you could see inside the barn. In that space there were couple of guys.

You could hear from the heights, how the plane turned steeply. Someone shouted "Woo!" from the plane. My dad kept walking closer, but the guys in the barn were shouting at him for come to there.

Dad noticed that they were calling him, but he didn't react to it, rather walking to us. The plane landed on our field. It was odd that it could land there so effortlessly so near us. The plane was white, and through it went blue stripes. It was very wide and the rudder was weird.

Out from the plane came an old, disgusting looking old bald guy and three of (presumably) his sons. Oldest of them were around 20, the two others a bit younger. All of them were at least slightly fat. My brother was doing his boxing defense poses in front of our dad, which made me expect something of an aggressive encounter.

The old guy started talking about some piece of metal, with what my brother had apparently hit one of his boys. It seemed though that he was just using that as an excuse revenge some grudges he had for our dad. He had a knife in his hand, and it wasn't like a small carving knife, but a big, mean-looking meat-cutting knife. The boys were armed as well, with many kinds of blunt weapons.

"Why do you even exist?" The old guy attacked at us verbally. He started spouting some shit about agricultural law, that didn't even make any sense. Basically he insisted, that we were worthless human beings. Apprently dad had not done some thing he should have done, according to the law. What the fuck?

"If someone has broken the law, then you call the police", I intervened, and my argument was perfectly sensible. "You can't take the law on your own hands. It would result in an anarchy."

But it obviously did no help. This dream had already decided to escalate all the way. Somehow I got hold of the guys knife, and I fuckin thrusted it to the old guys side! I aimed for non-lethal spots (there's no self-defence in Finnish law - you kill a guy and you go to jail). I guess I should have gone for the kill, as the guy only got more enraged. I guess I'd get too if I had a knife in my side.

"I'm gonna kill you!" He raged. But instead of attacking me, he moved towards my dad. Somehow he got another knife and slashed at my dad with it. He only hit his arm, but that got over my threshold of horror, so I woke up.

There are 2 of me in this dream. The one me who was me was the one who has to die ((sorry if this is confusing)) lol..and the other me existed but I never got to see that me in my dream!
I'm on my last day of being alive, I go to town with my Dad and I buy some strawberry laces ((the sweets)). We now go into a shop and I see some flower transfers on the wall, they are for sale, they are so pretty and glittery, I am attracted to the pale blue one and run my finger across it as I admire it. My Dad now notices a floral handbag, I say "that's really nice" he says "yes...you can try it on for your mom then. I put it over my shoulder and think "why would I need to try a bag on for her??!" and I think this is a bit weird.
I am now in the town and I'm on my own. I now see my Uncle M and he comes over to me, he is in a wheelchair and wearing a black ribbed hat. I speak to him and tell him what's going to happen to me, he is crying and hugs me and says "it'll all be over soon". I really don't want to die, I'm so scared and can't really understand why I have to.
I now meet my hubby and he takes me to a place where my coffin is. The mattress inside is made out of black leather. I now have to say my last goodbye to my hubby and then I get in my coffin and lie down on the mattress. It all cracks under me like it's rotten and it's all wet, dirty and horrible.
I now lie down and shut my eyes waiting for myself to die, I'm scared shitless because I don't want to and I want to live my life not the other me, but I have no choice. I know there are other dead people in coffins around me and I'm thinking about this as I lie here.
I suddenly hear my Pigeon gasp, I jump up out of my coffin and go and check on her and she is gasping for air. I notice she's not in her bowl now ((eh!!!??)) But she has tried to get out and is caught between the table and the lid of the bowl. I take the lid off the top of her and shout to my eldest ((who has suddenly appeared from nowhere lol)) "she needs water, quick!!" my eldest just stands there and does nothing and then a bowl of water appears in my hand, I give my Pigeon a drink and she is now better.
The Pigeon now begins to talk to me and she copies what we say. It's not time for my Pigeon to die yet, she has to wait untill I die. ((dream skip)).
Myself and my Hubby are at a cemetery, we are looking at a grave that has been newly dug and I realise it's for me . I say to a woman who is with us "no..wait!!!, we want to be buried together" she says "you can't now but maybe when your both dead we can put you together" I reluctantly say "ok then". I am so jealouse that my Hubby can stay alive but I have to die. I begin to wonder what it will feel like when I'm dead but the other me is still alive and I'm very, very confused.
((The feeling I had in this dream was bloody awfull, I can't explain it but it wasn't nice atall !!!!))

First off i'd like to say my father passed away when i was 13 and i am now 18, this is the second dream i've ever had with him in it, the first being a very similar dream a few nights ago.

I was sitting in the passenger seat of my dad's pickup truck which was parked outside of a clearly abandoned old house that seemed very familiar. My dog(which was actually my IRL friend's dog, Kane) was sitting in my lap with his leash in my hand. I finally recognized this house as one i'd seen in a dream before and remembered my dad telling me it was haunted(in the dream i just thought of it as an actual memory, not a dream). I had no idea why we were there, but that didn't matter at the time. We entered the house and it was different than last time. It was carpeted rather than having half-broken wood floors and the ceilings seemed lower. The basement of the small house where we were heading, just like the last time we were there. As we entered the musty room my dad let Kane roam free off his leash while we did whatever we had to do. We were just looking around, observing things. I started to hear strange noises such as doorbells and people calling my name all around me so we decided it was time for us to head out of there. We got Kane back on his leash and headed upstairs. Right as we were about to exit the house, Kane broke off his leash and ran back into the basement. Afraid of losing our dog my dad and I rushed back downstairs to look for him. He was crawling through some small cracks that we couldn't reach him in, but we finally got him out. After we got back upstairs to the front of the house the same thing happened again only my dad told me to stay here this time. I was waiting for a long while standing in the middle of the living room looking down the stairs hoping to see my dad,s familiar face. I grew nervous and decided to go downstairs. My dad was trying to get Kane out of another small area and then i noticed an old laptop i had never seen before. I told my dad about it and he said i could have it. I didn't want the laptop though i only wanted to see what was on it. I clicked the shortcut for the internet, but it turned out the icon was only an alias for some program that actually deleted the internet. "Oh well" i thought and went to help my dad rescue Kane. I looked back at the laptop and it was playing Minecraft by itself and i found it very amusing. Kane was back on his leash by the time i was done watching Minecraft play itself and we left the house after what seemed to be a few hours of being there. I still have no idea what we were doing there and what the significance of this dream, if any, is.

mon February 13th 2012
0:00-5:00 ; 5:00-9:00

All in all, a rather special night to look back to.

1. I've been playing on the computer the whole night up until 7 am. My mom walks into my room and tells my dad I haven't gone to bed all night. I mention something about needing rubber bullets from my mathbook to play the game. My dad gets really upset, comes into my room and starts hitting me with the mathbook while I'm in bed. At the last hit I scream (irl) "AAIEE" and wake up.

This was a vague one
2. Me, my dad, mom and brother exit the subway. We cross the street, my brother is looking straight at his phone not noticing the car driving by him. There was no real threat to get hit, but we all freak out at him anyways. We blame the phone and take it away from him.

3. I'm making out with some girl on her bed when her pillow suddenly catches fire. It's glowing like charcoal with an occasional flare of fire. We try to smuther it and continue to make out. The fire pops up again and we rince-repeat. Then we try to dig down to the root of the problem. Seems like there is a half-opened computer case short circuiting under her bed. It's burning. We smuther that fire too. I mention "it would be easier just to cut the wiring to prevent the short circuit", she says "that might have been dangerous".

I remember being in my room, and it was dark. If course, it was night outside and the only light was coming from my tv, and my dad was watching tv in the living room. Out of nowhere a snake starting slithering toward me, and I screamed. I think it was a corn snake from the size and color. I ran out the room where my dog and dad were. He was asking me what happened and I was jumping away from the snake at every which way but it kept getting under me, dancing around at my feet. I'm not usually scared of snakes, but this one particularly terrified me. I have no Idea why. I yelled at my dad to kill it, but instead, he dug a pencil- or was it a small knife- through my dog. He died, and the snake disapeared. I fell to my knees in shock, and then began crying, sobbing, yelling at my dad. And then I woke up. My dogs still alive