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Finally got lucid again!

I was in a movie theater, and there was a game before the movie, like a gameshow. Me and mike rigged the game so one of us would win. Then the movie started, and it was beauty and the beast, at the scene where belle and the beast were dancing, but it was live anction and there were several couples dancing. I got up and the movie screen faded. The movie became real life. I started dancing with a girl. We spun really fast, and I didn't even realize it, so she got dizzy. I asked how I could make it up to her. She pointed to a picture of a red dragon. She told me I could slay it for her. I smiled and said I could slay three.

I walked away from the scene, towards a grassy field. I suddenly realized that eveything that happened couldnt possibly be reality, and became lucid after doing an RC. I came to a fence and tried to do a flip over it, and failed miserably. There was a lady on the other side wearing a black and yellow jumpsuit, like the ones professional NASCAR drivers use. She did a flawless flip. I asked her if she could show me, but before she could answer, I woke up.

whiterain's Dreams

i become lucid when i see lots of tropical birds. i call a parakeet over and a tiny finger sized one comes over and lands on my hand. i probably just stared at it in awe because i dint remember doing anything useful at this point.

later i am on the computer doing research. there is another guy (RO) there from my old school sat next to me doing his own research. i am searching loads of political type sites. i dont quite get lucid but realise that what i am doing is very dull considering the possibilities so i finish and leave.

i end up in my old uni bar. i walk through the crowd then realise that i am walking between the crowd and two seperate people who are putting on some kind of show. i pretend to be part of it and do some stupid dance to cover my embarrassment and the girl from the act (Lol) grabs hold and joins in the dance. i dont remember much else in the bar, but my the end of it i am part of some act which involves me and a group of 5/6 girls. we go off as kind of one being, all just lounging around relaxing round campus. last bit i remember of this was just chilling in bed as a big group.

last week i had a dream where i was trying to run but was all twisted out of shape. it had been playing on my mind so i had wanted to try to have another go in a dream and straighten my dream body out. i manage to do this, but i didnt expect it to only happen because i have to get home after finding myself naked out in public. it wasnt an embarrassing type of naked, but i just felt lik getting home quick was a good idea. i was quite tired running, and i wasnt at all quick, but it was good to be able to run almost like reality. just before i got home i got this dodgy look from some driver going past, but no one else seemed to care about being naked.

i get home and have a swim in this weird place which is like some big industrial factory producing things in some weird underwater procedures. it was too weird to describe though and to hazy to remember with any clarity. almost like some water volcano thing, gradually churning out lumps of water along with other things

I rember seen M I think we just got to a place or was heading out. There were other girls there too, and I think I was slightly lucid. I also remember seeing S there too. We were dancing and she stopped dancing with me because they were playing salsa music and she thought I wasn't ready for it.

I grabbed her and showed her my moves and she STILL ended up dancing with this fat Spanish guy after I was killing it. Oh well.

thebeastofold's Dream


lost in maze, fighting ballerina

i dont remember much of this dream i did a WBTB, i woke up with an awful headache, but...

i was wandering around a maze made entirely of doors, i kept wandering aimlessly until finally i came to a dead end with a huge double doors...i tried to approach the doors and a ballerina fell out of nowhereand started dancing infront of me, every time i treid to go around her she blocked my way, even kicking me a couple times, so i started trying to jump over her, spin around her, even tried to dance with her thinking i could get her turned around so i could escape etc but nothing worked, i finally got frustrated and turned to walk away and all of a sudden i founsd myself hanging upside down with my head barely touching the floor...woke up...

I was in a gas station, being held prisoner in handcuffs and the orange jumpsuit. Inside the gas station were people I work with and the guys who were supposed to be watching over me were friendly. I was looking outside the window and a giant ass falcon flew in and landed on a pallet of 2-liter Pepsi bottles. I just stared at it, and it stared back at me. I walked up to one of the guys that was supposed to be watching me and asked if he could take the cuffs off, he said "yeah, it's not like you'll be going anywhere anyways."

Once the cuffs were off, I somehow got into my normal attire. I walked back to the window and the falcon was still there, like it was waiting for me to come back. Once I did, I stared at it again and just wanted to be outside with it, to touch it, to fly with it, just anything as long as it was with that falcon. It started pecking at the Pepsi bottles, making them spray on the windows. I stepped back a little, but then I started laughing because it was like he was playing a game or showing off for me.

I ran up to one of the guys that was supposed to be watching me again, and said "dude come check this shit out, this falcon is awesome." But the guy told me more or less to piss off since he was talking to a woman. Before I could go back to the falcon, a woman that I work with grabbed my hand and pulled me to her. She whispered in my ear "I can't believe he's talking to her, her breath smells like rotten shit and she has a weird build." I looked to the woman, thinking she looked fine, but to get away from the woman I told her "all us men need is something to stick it in and get off". She frowned and let go of me pretty quickly.

I went back to the falcon and saw that it had somehow filled up a child's swimming pool with the Pepsi and was laying back in it the way a human would sprawl out in one. But the Pepsi had turned white. It scooped the Pepsi up with its wings the way a human would with their hands, and poured the Pepsi on itself starting from the head and let it wash down its body. When the Pepsi hit the birds feathers, it started changing different colors of bright blues, greens, purples and yellows, and as it washed back into the pool, it created a rainbow effect of ripples.

All I knew was that I wanted to escape, but I felt like if I did, I'd be killed or something. So I just stayed, but then country music started playing, and I thought "all right fuck it, death would be fine right about now" and I started to take off for the door. But the same woman that had grabbed me before, grabbed me again and pulled me toward a dance floor that had appeared in the center of the gas station, and I was then thrown into the center of the stage where I bumped into a redneck tranny, or at least a cross dresser since I didn't want to find out, and I was forced to dance with him.

The whole time, I kept looking towards the door, and finally when the song ended, I took off for it, but never made it. I don't know if I was shot, or what, but either way, it was just bright lights and then I woke up.

update of my most interesting dreams of the last week or so. firstly i was outside with friends and it was freezing cold. we lit a fire and the heat from that was just amazing. more than that i just had this intense feeling of control over the elements which was an immensely freeing feeling.

in another one i was watching a school type presentation, which was obviously complete bullshit so idecided to cause some mischeif in a funny but non threatening manner. i just got really sarcastic about how amazingly good the presentation wasnt. to the point that i even started dancing to this presentation. dancing felt so good and was the best way to just wake up the surrounding characters who were stuck sleep watching this useless crap like i was previously

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some place that looked like a living room. But there were a lot of people there. The living room was lit with natural light, which came in through a big window off to my left. I sat along a wall with a lot of other people. In front of the window may have been some boxes or cases, like guitar cases.

A tall, white man with shoulder-length, brown hair walked up to one of the guitar cases and picked it up. (Or he may have brought a guitar case to the window and sat it down.) It looked like the man was struggling a bit with the guitar and case. So I got up to help the man.

I found that I was really of no help at all. I tried to grab one end of the case and just dropped it. The case was really heavy! Somehow the man managed to arrange the case or pick it up or something.

I knew the guitar was the man's guitar. I knew the man was in a band, so that he was out playing this guitar all the time. I asked the man, "No offense, don't take this the wrong way. But -- how can you play a guitar like that for a whole show?" By this time the man had the guitar out and was tuning it. I continued, "I can barely lift the thing. How can you carry it for a whole show?"

The man may have made some comment to me about how I shouldn't be so lazy, and how it wasn't so hard to carry the guitar.

I got a closer look at the guitar. It was made up of a lot of gagues and meters, like for some kind of electrical reading apparatus. The strings and tuning knobs themselves looked more like high-tech machine parts than guitar parts.

The man had started playing something. An old woman came up to me, as if to dance with me to the music. The old woman was just a bit shorter than I, with a big, round hairstyle of dyed-bright-red hair. She was slightly tan, with slightly wrinkled skin. She wore black sunglasses and some kind of white, soft, leather jacket.

I spun the old woman around a few times. But I started to wonder if everybody around me would think I was in love with this old woman, since I was dancing with her.

I sat in the room, in the dark. A light shone on the wall across from me. It was like a round spotlight. It shone on two or three spots of a map. The spots may have moved around. The map showed countries, possibly like in Europe. The colors of the countries were probably pink, purple, and orange.

I was standing up again, in the daylight again, and possibly dancing with another person, possibly my brother or sister.

Dream #2

I was in a place like a zoo or some kind of national park. It was daytime. The light was slightly pale, the sky may have been partly cloudy, and the air cool and a little breezy. I had just walked away from some group of people, possibly my family, or maybe a group of friends. I think I went away from them so I could go get my shoes.

I was walking on a wide, stone-tile path. There were big groups of people all over the place. Off to my left was an asphalt path that went back through a moderately wooded area, up a small hill, possibly to some mansion at the top of the hill. I kept going forward.

I walked past long stretches of benches that ran along the curves of the wide stone-tile path. There were crowds of people standing and lounging around, and crowds of people sitting on the benches.

Toward the end of one of the stretches of benches I saw an old friend from high school, Michelle, who I hadn't thought about in years. She looked a lot different. She had short hair, buzzed all around the sides, with just a flip of dyed-blue hair for a kind of bangs-effect. She wore a blue hoodie and blue jeans. She may have been sitting with a girl, who may have been her girlfriend.

I was happy to see Michelle again, and I called to her. I may actually have thought she was one of my cousins. I had to keep on going -- I had to find my shoes -- but I yelled out to Michelle, as I passed her, that I'd stop to talk to her when I got back.

This path had apparently run along the edge of a cliff or steep slope, which was off to my right. The path went down a gentle slope just past where I saw Michelle. I must have gotten down to the bottom of the slope.

In my mind's eye I saw my shoes: they were old, worn out, brown leather shoes, almost like something in a Van Gogh painting.

I don't know if I ever found my shoes. But I was now running back up the hill. I had to get back to the people I left, so we could leave the "zoo" for the day. And I had to get back to them on time. But before I went back to the people I'd left, I wanted to see if I could talk to my friend/cousin one last time.

But as I was running, I got jammed up. It was like some person in the park was trying to be a jerk and had gotten in my way. Somehow I'd gotten tangled up with this person, who I couldn't see -- I think they were behind me. I kept struggling and struggling until I was free. I then kicked the person.

When I turned around to the person -- I'd expected to see some tall, white guy who was being a jerk -- I saw a kind of short, really fat, black woman in a police officer's uniform. The woman started yelling at me, "You think it's cool to hit a police officer? You're gonna pay for that!"

I was trying to figure out what I needed to do to make up to the police officer. But she now started giving me a kind of mild lecture on how there was no running in the zoo, how it was too dangerous. She may have said, "Especially when you're not wearing shoes."

I suddenly realized I knew this woman. She "had been" a "ranger" at one of the New York City Parks I'd worked at in the past. (IWL she had been a different kind of worker than a ranger.) She was now a bit taller than me, in much better shape, with a bit lighter skin-tone, and wearing a ranger's uniform.

The woman started talking to me about what had been going on in the parks since I had left. I thought this woman was taking up all the time I'd wanted to spend talking to my cousin/friend. I thought she could even make me too late to re-join my group and go home. But I thought I should sit here and listen to her anyway. I was still trying to make up for having, technically, assaulted her.

The woman's main focus was some woman who had gotten kicked out of the Parks Service. The kicked-out woman had done some apparently scandalous things. But they didn't sound very scandalous: mostly just spending too much time talking to park-goers and not enough time doing her actual job.

As my old co-worker spoke, it became night. My old co-worker became a kind of tall, overweight man wearing glasses. The man was black, with a light skin-tone and freckles. We stood in the blue night, at the edge of an asphalt path, near a stand of some tall pine trees.

The man kept telling the story of the kicked-out woman. Apparently on the day the woman had been confronted, she'd been having a really bad day. She'd actually gotten violent with some people. But now that she'd been confronted, she'd gotten even more violent.

The man backed himself deep into the stand of trees, almost to the edge of some cliff or steep slope. I had to walk into the trees to see the man, who stood under a clear sky hung with a huge, clear, white moon.

The man began acting out all the violent motions the woman had made when she had been confronted. The man was tossing his limbs all over the place and shouting. He looked crazy. I was a little afraid, as if I thought the man would attack me.

This dream has been in the works. It feels as if I have been working towards it in the dream. The show itself went off without a hitch and the performing and danicng was great.

couple of nice ones last night. first im at some house party and billie piper is there. she is having a good time dancing away and seems to have some good taste in music. i jump up and start to play some even better tunes and have a good old dance with billie to some drum and bass like amon tobin and some old skool classics.

then we see the pope heading towards some secret entrance to the vatican. after he leaves we check it out for ourselves. there is a block in the wall that we have to push in for a long way until we can get in. inside its completely underwhelming with just loads of carrier bags full of wrapped up gold bars. we each grab what we can and head out before we are caught. with a view to redistributing it of course some guards head us off at the exit and i am last out, but someone shoots out this beam which somehow disables them yet allows me to run straight through it. i think it was billie who had somehow turned into some kind of superhero figure at the time

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was part of some situation that was like a TV show. In the show, there was some guy, who was either a young man or a young man dressed up like an old man. As the young man, he may have been clean-cut and slightly effeminate, wearing some kind of plaid, Abercrombie-style shirt. As the young man made up as an old man, he had white hair and wore a black suit.

The man and I were with a few other people. The man started talking about how he was gay. I said it didn't matter to me whether he was gay. I said that I wasn't gay.

There was now a transition scene, maybe to a commercial. The transition scene showed a bunch of hot girls in spandex suits like exercise outfits doing some kind of hip-hop dance on a big, wooden platform, like the floor of a dance studio. But this "floor" was either elevated above buildings, on the roof of a building, or attached like a ledge to a building. The camera panned away, revealing a huge city.

I was now in a theatre. It was like the program I'd come to watch had finished. We were all leaving the theatre. There were only a few people left in the seats. I was up in the balcony. A female friend of mine stood to my right. Looking down to the stage area, I saw a big, wooden platform. It almost looked like a gigantic, wooden bed frame, with a tall, narrow mirror as the headboard.

I told my female friend, "That's what my sister wanted me to take a picture of! She'd told me she wanted a souvenir shot of the big bed from the show. I had no idea what she was talking about. But now I remember it!" I also remembered that the "big bed" was the platform the dancers had been on during the transition scene.

I pulled out a camera and started to take a picture. There were two girls, one in her early teens and one a bit younger, standing by the stage. The older girl wore a long, maroon sweater and a wool cap, and she had straight, black hair that flowed almost down to her waist.

Either as the dream ended or as I woke up, I thought it would be a good idea to ask the two girls to stand near the "big bed," so I could illustrate the size of the bed by using them as reference points.

With yesterdays successful DILD, I decided to attempt to WILD today.
I set myself an alarm to go off after 5 hours of sleep, but I fell back asleep immediately after turning off the alarm. ~_~

I'm at some sort of party, but it all seems a bit weird.
There's mostly older people, and everyone is dressed very nicely.
I notice that I myself am wearing a suit.
The place has an absolutely huge dance floor, and everyone seems to be dancing.
I feel completely out of place and sort of at a loss what to do.
I'm not just going to ask a random 40 year old women to dance now am I? Plus I can't really dance...
I walk towards what seems to be a bar, contemplating to awkwardly have a drink while everyone else is dancing.

But on my way to the bar I notice that the lighting in this place is rather odd.
Everything seems so... gray?
It's not like everything is lacking color, but everything seems so desaturated and sort of sad.

But then I see her, the women in red.
She's wearing a really nice red dress and seems to completely violate the current lighting setup in this room.
Even though everything else is desaturated and lacks contrast, her dress is extremely bright, to the point where it nearly blinds me.
My curiosity draws me towards her, and as I get closer, I realize who it is... Yuya!

As I become lucid, all the colors become brighter, and the whole scene becomes somewhat normally lighted, except for Yuya, who still stands out quite a bit.
She's the only one by herself, and is just standing there in the center of the dancefloor.
Trying not to get too excited, I approach her. She doesn't see me coming because she's staring in the opposite direction, but she probably knows that I'm approaching her anyways.
As I get closer I'm a bit surprised to see that her hair is all wet.
I whisper in her ear:

"Wanna dance?"
"Of course!"

We start to dance to some music I don't really know. I'm a bit worried that I might suck at dancing, but everything works out surprisingly well.
Her wet hair smells of Teraluna.
The dancing is rather energetic, we turn around quickly and the background turns into motion blur, so I can only see Yuya clearly.
This makes it rather difficult not to stare at her, especially because she has those extremely beautiful and bright eyes with infinite details.
The glowingly bright dress isn't really helping either.
But after some time I manage to relax and enjoy the dance.
Everyone else appears to go away, leaving the dance floor to Yuya and myself.

It's a bit weird seeing her in a red dress. She's always wearing white, blue or green, basically cold colors, which are dominant in my dreams.
My last dream already featured a surprising amount of warm colors, how weird. Has something changed?
We dance for some more without talking. We share some thoughts which I unfortunately cannot remember.

The dream starts to fade away and I know there is no way to stabilize it. Somehow I'm aware that it's late and I'm waking up.
I give Yuya a big hug and the dream ends.

I was over my friend's house. I went inside to get ice pops. We were playing catch with a plastic deer, who's tail broke off. We went into the living room and played ps2. It was a modded console with a custom controller. We played some fighting game in Japanese with pretty much every character in the world. I chose Tsuna and Spanner from KHR. For some reason Tsuna was replaced with Mario. after that my mom came to pick me and my cousin up (when did she get there?). We went to a huge department store. We went through the back and walked up lots of stairs.

At the top I realized I was alone. The room was painted gold with pillars and had a bright red carpet. There were a lot of girls in bunny suits. A blonde lady grabbed me by the arm and told me to get dressed. The costume (although embarrassing) was surprisingly comfortable. She made us practice for a photoshoot or something. It took hours. I even had to spike up my hair in a weird way. She made us smile in like fifty different ways and practice posing. After we were done some of the girls left the room and there were only two left and me. One of the girls got a text message telling her to turn on the TV in the room. We did and saw that the ones who left were already on a stage performing without us. The blonde lady set this whole thing up. We were pissed, and wanted our revenge.

We walked out of the building and around to the back of the stage. We walked on while the others were still dancing as if it were part of the show. I wish I could've seen that blonde lady's face when we started dancing like idiots in front of the whole crowd. After the number was done we all walked back inside. There was a chalkboard set up with sliders set to the words "performance: BAD." I knew it was our group of 3 who caused this. The three of us took our suits of and slammed them to the ground. I walked out the front door.

It was the middle of a winter night outside the building. As I was walking I met up with an old man. He seemed very afraid of something. I walked with him for a while, telling him that I had no parents (lie, for some reason). He showed me his stamp and eraser collection. I don't know why but I was all shocked and amazed when he showed it to me.

Fragments

In my dream there was something about a woman dancing, I am also dancing and I am looking down at my feet and watching them, I am saying "1,2,3" then I think " yes, i've only just started learning and i'm better than the instructor" ((lol))

Dream fragment 2

I had a dream that entailed something to do with an animal, a dead one I think! I also remember something about being in town.

Late at night, we gather in an empty clearing. The grass is dry and dead, we're somewhere in the wilderness, on a school camp. The moon is out in the sky, bright and full, illuminating the clouds around it and shining just enough light for us to see where we are going, and what we are aiming at.

We're some of the last left, who knows how many others are alive, but the population is dwindling. We walk up to the wall of guns, I grab a pocket sized shotgun and some ammo, Jeremy grabs a gun off the rack and we walk off and join the group. We walk along the path with the small group we're with - just a few of us who knew each other from primary school. We're walking against the crowd, everyone else is running away.

Further up the road we find a shack to the side of the road, one of the sides has a giant hole blown in it. Jeremy and I go in first, scouting out the various floors of the house. There are small crates and doors everywhere, with glowing edges. Most of them are blue, but we see one door which has red lights instead. We break through the door and find a robot mounted on the wall to out right, on what seems to be a hallway. There were boxes of guns and ammo on the ground, I wanted more.
"Come closer, closer" the robot said. Jeremy and I instantaneously decided "Fuck this!" and got the hell out of that room. When we returned to the group I fired my weapon at one of the girls, Brianna accidentally. The shotgun was loaded with buckshot, but she wasn't harmed at all, thank god.

We turn around as the farmer who owns this land walks out holding a crate. He's tall, wearing overalls and with a big white beard. He drops the crate down and it's full of more weapons. Everyone immediately starts grabbing at the weapons. I see the SMG lying at the top of the crate, tempting but I hold out for more. Eventually, most of the weapons are gone and I'm left with a large cardboard cardboard knife, hammer, shovel, and a giant pair of garden shears. I should have picked the shears, but I grab the stanley knife for mobility.

We start to walk off, back down the path. Everyone is running to the left, but we see the wave of zombies coming at us. FUCK They're heading left in the direction of the group - what if we just go right? We walk around the edge of the fence line, keeping low and avoiding making noise. The zombies were clever to chase the rest of the people, but we out smarted them by heading right. I black out.

My memory picks back up with the group I was with, but in my school hall. There's loud music playing and everyone's dancing, oh shit it's a competition! I join in, trying to subtly hit on one of the girls. She keeps looking away and shutting me down coldly, what a bitch. I keep dancing, but I get hungry and want to show off to everyone. I pull a cold, hard boiled egg out of my pocket and take a massive bite. Everyone's impressed.

Many Fragments from a few nights ago.

Frag #1
For some reason I was terrified of every person I ran into. The sight of someone would make me freak out and try to hide somewhere.
Larry C (friend from school irl) comes up to me slowly and holds out his hand. For some reason I know I can trust him and I stand up and hug him.
----this is strange because I berely know him, and the following night I had a dream he electrocuted me ------

Frag #2
There were many women that were "slaves" practically to these men. One of the men walks in with two others following him. He yells "take your shirts off". Instantly all the women take their shirts off and begin to line up as the man walks among them. I was pissed that these women were letting men treat them that way.

Frag #3
I met a friend from elementary school C.H. as an adult and was sad to find she was slutty.

Frag #4
There was a black family where a husband and wife were fighting. The sister of the husband gets up and grabs him, forcing him to dance with her until the wife got jealous and cut in.