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The Dream starts with me and a group of people and were exploring a cave. We roam around for awhile and finally we seem to get to one really dark area so i go first and all of a sudden a bright light flashes and im in some sort of a bunker. I see a whole bunch of "Diamond Cubes" ( If you've played Mine Craft it was cubes like that"). I ask if any one has one on them.
-Me "Does any one have a pick axe?"
-DC "No..."
-Me " Well can any of you get one?"
-DC " Try summoning your bank"
-Me " Ok."
I Summon what seems to bet a little drawer but inside it's HUGE. I roam around untill i find one and come back out. i wipe the diamond block im about to break into...
The Dream ends and i wake up to see my cat playing with his toy mouse on my bed. Damn cat lol

My dream recall would have been pretty good last night. Except I only wrote them down in a FA dream journal and not in real life.

Balls.

night of january 18th. (2011)

I'm running with some friends, we're running away from other werewolves.
(i know they're my friends, while they're complete strangers.)
Some of the "tracking"-werewolves starts firing at us.
So we're shooting back (i suddenly got a gun)
So i killed one of the werewolves and i got blood on my hands, so i look at it (but my hands looked normal, so i didn't have a clue of being asleep)
We continue to run and suddenly someone (werewolve) shouts:" If i get proof that you're dating her (me) i'll kill you!"
So we're running on, and suddenly i'm in another room.
(it seems like we got caught after all)
He gets a floss and cotton wool (thingey)
He starts the cut the cotton wool in pieces and throws it on my body.
It burns, (sour, so it burns into my body).
I wasn't looking at my wounds though i know exactly what my wounds looked like.
"Sir, it's only cotton wool, that doesn't burn, so this means i'm asleep, so i'm dreaming. This is a dream."
i tell him.
Suddenly i had the feeling i woke up (but i was asleep)
So my dream stopped and i did wake up.

kinda awesome :3

Since my normal dreams are in red and my lucids are in blue, lets have semi lucids be in purple!

I just had a FA from a previous lucid dream i had, but at that time i didn't know it was still a dream. I rolled over in my bed to face my dresser and noticed my DJ wasn't there. I snapped my fingers and said for a pen to be there, and it was! Howeverr, this only got me semi-lucid. I could still use all my powers, but i couldn't control anything. Now that i had my pen, i said out loud, "Notebook!" and one appeared. However, when i opened it up it was already full! I had summoned a filled notebook, great. I said out loud again, "No, Notebook!" and another one appeard, this time a bit smaller and not as rigid, and seems like it was held together by tape. I opened it up and noticed that this time, there wasn't as much writing, but it was still used. It looked like notes of a scientist or something, lot's of jumbled up texts with a mix of funny symbols. I repeated one more time, "No! BLANK NOTEBOOK!" and so it appeared yet again. This time, i eagerly went through it and finally, it was comepletely blank. Nothing written in it. I smiled a little and started to write down key words about each part of the lucid. Here's where the sucky part comes in. I CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT I WROTE DOWN!!! This pissed me off too, because i could tell that it was a really long and epic dream. Infact, the only thing i remember from the lucid itself was thinking of how awesome it was and how i couldn't wait to write it down!

8-9/1/2010

Non-lucid

So the dream started in a random car and i asked to my mother:"Where are we going?"

my mother answered:" We are going to friends."

and when we arrived we just step out the car and ring the bell they opened up (i didnt knew them :\ only the kid sometimes i see him on school)

We where going to eat soup with lots of leeks :\ and noodles
(i at the noodles yesterday! < it wasnt noodle soup :p)

so i still know that i sat next to two girl in front of my mother and next to my mother was my father and next to my father was my sister and next to my sister was the mother from the kid and next to the 2 girls was the kid (thats alot :p)

we where sitting at a japanese table a low 1 with a pillow under us.

and when i eated my soup the dream ended. and i came in a new 1

it was new year and we were making a boat ( I see more and more such boats <- most times in Minecraft <- its a game)

atleast we were making a part of the boat it was almost finished.

After that i was going inside the boat and we heared some fireworks
( There was another guy wearing flip flops and a green shirt with weared letters on it he was a bit fat :p )

after we heared the fireworks we where going to the side of the boat and we lighted some of our fireworks.
after that i got the feeling that i needed to go to our car and the guy from the other dream was sitting in the CAR!

my dream was over




Hey i remembered 2 more!

Here we go:

So i waked up (in the dream) and walked downstairs to go eat and drink something i was going to brush my tooths and then i got to school while it was midnight!

end XD short but this 1 is shorter:


I was complaining cus it was the last day of vacation

no lucidity last night, but decent recall.

3 main dreams,

First being outside school and seeing some friends but also in the background hearing some Circa Survive music. One of the friends is Caitlin who I know is a Circa fan, so we walk over and check it out. (much more happened in this dream but this is all I can really remember)

I believe in a separate dream I was actually at a Circa Survive show, but before the show, walking around trying to meet up with the band at the bar and such. I also remember trying to find some seats, and I got some front row seats with some of my friends, but I left my seat to go get some food.

Blurry recall of a dream with my family in the mountains, eating a picnic or something but I was eating separately from them. I think I was eating outside and they were eating inside.


Well that's all from last night.

I was a senator, or congressman, like Tom Hanks in that movie about the middle east. There was a woman who talked to me. I had a meeting on a plane. Also there were cookies there.

I woke up from the dream. I remembered to lay in bed and run the dream through my head backwards. I remembered every detail. I was very proud. After I made sure I had it fixed in my head. I wrote it down in my notebook. I peed and then went back to sleep.

I really woke up. Still had to pee. Said WTF to myself. Looked in my dream journal..... Nothing. F@#K. Although as I was being pissed off about this fact, another dream just sort of floated up into my consciousness:

I had just finished watching a play with my girlfriend. I don't remember the play, perhaps there wasn't one. We went up on the stage to help clean up. There was a sort of shack built in the middle and we went inside. Inside it was large and very bright, even though it should have been dark. There was a very deep shaft with a ladder and lots of pipes and such. I went down the ladder a ways, but it was a very very tight fit. My girlfriend came to the top of the shaft and said "look what I found!" It was an arm sized bit of handrail made out of a brassy coppery metal. It looked nothing like part of a handrail, but that's what we knew it was. It was shaped vaguely like a J with two tails, and tapered ends. We thought it was the best discovery ever. Since I couldn't fit to get to the bottom of the ladder, she asked if I thought I could throw the junk we were cleaning up down to the bottom, where she would take care of it. I threw a piece down, and it bounced off of a few pipes and the wall, so I was concerned that I would have a hard time being accurate with the throwing, and she wouldn't be able to catch the stuff.

I gave up on my dreams. As cheesy as it may sound in a normal context, it is a much more mundane thing to say on these forums.

I still have my goals for the future, I haven't lost my way, but I have lost the time (for the past couple of months at least) to write in my dream journal. I told myself I would be good this time, that I would write up my dreams every day. I was good for a while but then it turned to writing a weekly digest of my dreams and then I just got lazy. I truly was excited about the Shared Dreaming class but I let AP Chemistry and friendship problems derail me from the class (though they probably were more important in the long run considering I can still learn shared dreaming). I feel ashamed to have given up so quickly.

I am trying again though. I still am as interested in dreams as ever (possibly even more) and I am going to try even harder this time to stay on track. With almost every thing I do I fail the first time and subsequently get closer and closer to succeeding. What began as writing down about one dream every six months and giving up after that one night in the fourth grade blossomed into writing a detailed dream journal every day (with multiple dreams each day) for weeks. One could say I've been building up my dream journaling stamina. Hopefully I'm ready for the marathon this time.

That's it, I just wanted to state that I'm coming back and that I hope to disappoint myself less this time.
xo. jessietea

Ah, so I finally decided to get off my ass and start up a dream journal. I can't clearly remember a dream for today (last night?), so I thought I'd post my very first lucid, accomplished about 25 days after my first attempt via DILD.

I am walking down a street, when suddenly I get the urge to reality check. Doing so proves to me that I am, in fact, asleep. I force myself calm and rub my hands, having heard that hand-rubbing is a nice way to increase clarity. At the time, I was really interested in the concept of Dream Guides, and decided to set off to find my own. I decide to head back home, to see if perhaps my guide was there, ya'know, chilling. So I pop open my door and, holy crap the place I emerge into is my house, but turned into one big party. Yeah, weird. Flashing colored lights, blaring music, tons of people. I look around and see the crazy variety of guests, from strange pumpkins to green cyclopses to regular people. I look up and see an odd pumpkin flying near a disco ball. Strange. I yell "DREAM GUIDE! ARE YOU HERE?!". I look back down and see a familiar looking man in a blue jumpsuit. Long brown hair, blue eyes. I realize in a strange joy; It's motherfucking Russel Brand There he was. My DG. A respected comedian. I was overjoyed.

A bit of a blank here, but then it resumes.

There we where. Me and Russel, walking down a road at night. I remember him talking about the cruelty of the world, and we exchanged opinions.

Another blank.

I seem to be back at my house, minus the party. However, it seems we're moving out, so me and Russel help out in the moving a bit. Carrying boxes, we're walking down a path that I recognized leads to my house in real life. I suddenly remember, hey I wanna fly. So I talk to my DG and he teaches me how to fly. He's very cooperative, I notice. So he gives me an odd pair of shoes, (that looked a lot like the hover boots from zelda) with some strange triangles tucked inward at the sole. The boxes seem to have vanished at this point. I kick them on, and do as Russell says and with a sound like an unseathing sword, two sharp triangles pop out of the bottom. He explains they are hover boots, and that they're great for begginers. It was such an odd feeling, like balancing on a skateboard while hovering high in the sky. It was an amazing feeling.

Sadly, the dream began to fade at that point and I promptly found myself on my bed, which a few RCs proved real. The whole ordeal lasted around 15 minutes, and was a bit foggy, but passable.

And THAT, my friends, was my very first Lucid Dream.

THE END.

Hopefully a decent dream for tomorrow.

1. I'm taking a trip with my college friends into New York City. We ride the subway, then get off and start to negotiate taxi prices to get to our next destination. There are 15 of us, and the lady at the counter just kind of laughs when we ask if we could get a decent rate. At this I snap, and pull out a sniper rifle. I order everyone to the roof, and they obey fearfully.

Everyone lines up along the ledge of the roof, while I take a fortified position near the back. I start sniping, one after another, and feel great sorrow when I catch one of my friends with a bullet. Soon the police arrive, but without proper backup, and I snipe several of them. I then notice a stunning woman in a white dress swinging her legs out of a nearby window. I put my scope on her, but then notice she too has a rifle. She smiles at me and starts shooting at the crowd. Eventually the police get a machine gun emplacement set up and start to pepper my position, and the concrete blocks that shield me start to give way.

I awaken into my dorm room at college, where I get up and breathe on a mirror. I start writing the salient points of the dream in my breath as my friends are playing Mario Party in the background on the N64. It's hard to get the words to stay (failed RC), but I feel satisfied at some point. I then real awaken, angry...

2. I'm playing backgammon and discussing world issues with former president Bill Clinton.

3. I go to a concert in Columbus Ohio where Avenged Sevenfold is doing an experimental set and recording it directly to Youtube.

4th Sept 2010

This was my first instance of being lucid since I started keeping a dream journal and also since getting interested in lucid dreaming.

I can remember instances in the past where I was aware that I was asleep whilst dreaming, but this went on even after waking and getting up for half an hour or so.

Entry 1 (dictated):

6:10AM

'k, there was quite a long sequence with "Jasmine" (ex girlfriend). I remember I walked with her - I can't remember where from - but to a bus stop. She was being very flirtatious. She was also flirting with a couple of other guys. Um, I don't know who they were. Yes I do. I definitely got the impression she knew them from college. So, I would imagine her students, I guess.

For some reason she kept covering us over with something; and there was a cat and I think it was mine. Wait, wait, back up, back up. There was a big aquarium. Neil had a really big fish and I discovered this new piece of information that a tank that a tank with a partially frosted front or a partially opaque front was called a SAT as in standardised aptitude testing. Now, don't ask me the link, except for there was a head teacher involved and he was something to do with this aquarium thing; and I had to go through the glass or through the opaque bit, which was a doorway as well, or an entry way. This fish... I mean there were fish in this thing already, but there was also a fish in the bag this opaque white bag. No, I don't think it was opaque... just an ordinary see-through bag. I dunno; one of the two.

I was in the tank and Neil was in the tank and he was waiting for this fish to stir, so he could see what was going on before he took them out and then went home.

So I went off and that was when I met Jenny, after I got out of this aquarium. And we were talking about... She had this thing that actually... You sat on it and it made the movement as if you were on the back of a camel. And I said: "Why the hell have you got that?" And she was reading Lawrence of Arabia or something and she read me a sentence. And I said: "That's just like Wilbur Smith." The way he says "for" a lot, like: "Blah-di-blah-di-blah, for he was sweating." That sort of thing.

Anyway, that's when we were at the bus stop and she was being flirtatious and there were these other people, some she knew because she was obviously waiting for the same bus as them. I'd actually walked her to the bus stop. I get that now, um, because I was going to my flat.

And there was this cat and we were discussing whether it had a broken back or not. Obviously not, because it wasn't sagging in the middle and was moving around.

Um, I think it was after that I woke up. The aquarium is the oldest thing I can remember. It's amazing how much comes back when you do this, because all I could remember when I started this was the cat and "Jasmine." (the closest thing to waking). There is definitely a pay-off to this, because the more I think (keeping still) and talk about it, the more that comes back.

End of journal.

Entry 2 (dictated):

This is continued journal for Saturday 4th Sept... After I recorded the earlier journal I went back to sleep and was thinking about the previous dream, and I think I was kind of expanding on it. The interesting thing is that I was aware, because I went into sleep conscious. I think I maintained consciousness.

I've just woken up and I was dreaming the strangest dream. It was interesting and intriguing. It was quite spiritual. There was quite a lot of emotion in it. There was this... I can't remember if it was above the earth or something. It was another... It wasn't a planet. People called it a satellite, but not like a man-made one; And there was another presence and...

There was this woman who I was starting a relationship with and I was really into her. She was quite outgoing and liked gliding. I know where that came from. I'd watched the news when I woke up and there was an item about gliders in the Cotswolds or somewhere. After I recorded the previous entry, I got up and watched the TV.

Anyway, one of the things she said to me was, she wanted me to... as an... It wasn't an act of love but she had this dream of doing a loop in this particular place. And she wanted me to do it... above her or something like that. And I said... At first I said yes and I must have been concious because I thought What the hell am I talking about? I can't do that. And then I went and talked to her and said: "Look. I love you but we're very different." (I'm sure I'm expanding on this and not necessarily being accurate). "We're completely different people. What you love, I don't necessarily love and what I love you don't love. But I love you and I think you love me. Therefore we should be... interested in what each other love, but that doesn't matter whether we love it or to do it even." I think I was having a bit of a rant, not to her but previous girl friends not being interested in what I do; the things I create like the writing. I was just going to try to justify myself then, but I'm not going to. And was going through girlfriend after girlfriend; one after the other, even "Rose" because she was never interested in reading my work really, certainly not unprompted.

Anyway. So... This satellite thing sends out a pulse that hits the moon and all these people are like... Oh, this satellite can speak and hear. So these people are out there having a go at it and making fun of it. And I said to whoever this woman was that I was going to talk to this thing on my own and I was also aware... I'd bumped into entity or whatever it was. Something had happened and it was bad and it had survived and it said: "Thank something" that it... and it had a child with it or an animal. I think the satellite was related to it or something. I don't know. I turned round to it and said: "I'd rather thank God." Then I went into this forest to get away from the people because I'd been heading that way when I'd bumped into whatever this thing was. Then I was getting interrupted by the woman and I was asking her to be quiet because she wasn't helping.

That's kind of where I woke up, I think. Oh, no. Before that I was having a conversation with this entity about God; because I was trying to find out where it fits. It wasn't God. So therefore it had to have been created, so I was trying to find out where it fits. I was talking about the Trinity and Jesus being the Word, made flesh etc. I don't think I got an answer before I woke up. Because I was basically wanting to hear him say... God.. That Jesus was God, because no fallen spirit would admit that or something like that.

But it's interesting that one thing I'm finding with keeping a DJ is not so much that I'm seeing patterns in my dreams yet. The thing I'm seeing is that if I stop and think about my dream, I remember far more than I think I'm going to. And as I start talking about it more things come back. It's amazing.

1. I'm sitting in my college dorm room, wasting time on my computer. On Youtube, I find a claymation music video for "Master of Puppets." Cliff Burton is playing the guitar lines on a bass harp, which I think is incredible. I watch and call some friends over, but they don't seem to get that the video is claymation! I notice that one of the professors from the research station whom I dislike greatly, Dr. McK, is hovering over one of their shoulders. I wake up and try to record this dream, but am too tired to do so (false awakening).

2. I'm browsing TV channels in a hotel room with my mom and brother. Soon I come across a black and white film that appears interesting. It's about a very attractive MILF who tries to seduce two young boys. One of them falls deeply for her, but the other retains his honor with great difficulty. During the film I have to leave to go to the bathroom, but I try to hold it too long and end up shitting down my jeans leg. Mom is embarrassed to watch the film with us but doesn't ask to change the channel.

3. I am inside a fighting video game set in Wisconsin. An evil mastermind has stolen a McGuffin and is holding the entire state hostage. To defeat him, I lead a three-person squad in hand to hand combat from a third-person perspective. An avatar of me is the head of the squad, and I hold back no punches in the fighting. One of my foes, a huge strongman, seems to wait until he's badly hurt before he starts fighting hard; he says this is the only way to be "fair." After I beat him, I find two magic blocks of wood. They seem to work like magnets that I can turn on and off, and they grant me the power of flight. I reach a huge elevation and see the mastermind's lair in a green tower at the edge of the horizon.

I don't remember how it started, but I was on a grass plane in biologigränd in umeå with my brother jimmy. It was night time. Suddenly I realised that I was dreaming somehow. It was kinda funny because at the same time I realised it, I therefore realised that Jimmy was only a DC and not real. However I asked him to give me the notepad which he was holding that was apparently my DJ. I wrote "dreaming" for fun on the last page to somehow strengthen the fact that I was dreaming and to see if it would be written in the real notepad when I woke up (I don't really have a notepad like that anymore).

Now I wanted to try something with my lucidity so I flew up in the sky fast like a rocket. It worked and I remember thinking that it was somewhat clear to be a dream (I am not sure anymore if it was, because my memory has faded some. Maybe it was just something I thought in the dream). I flew only for a short while over the roof tops before thinking "okay, what to do now then?". I couldn't really think of anything to do and then the dream kind of faded away.



I think that I wasn't really fully lucid in this dream for several reasons. Firstly, I wrote that word in the DJ that doesn't exist. That is like something you would do in a dream and if I would have the complete mindset of awake, I doubt I would have done that. Secondly, the thing that I couldn't figure out what to do when lucid. I have heaps of stuff I would like to try.

Anyway, it was awesome. XD

splitting minds follow the sun for each of their how like to travel in many part he see the way of the sections which flow through the mind here now and then between the lines of reality there was once the pond of rivers that dream in minds of fullness and quaint sorrows the section of derivative many moons the whole life the test the plain of red rivers in hollow sections to many of once each his own their own no place to no maids

1. I'm watching an old couple do a live broadcast of some comedic radio show. They only get a couple of lines in, the last of which is "He's always so polite," before I false-awaken into my bed. I start to write it down in my dream journal, when suddenly I hear "Habenera" from Carmen blaring in full orchestral beauty. This causes me to check my dream journal, and sure enough, my handwriting is unstable! I get lucid and try to stabilize, rubbing my hands together and feeling the bed beneath me. Things are solid and quite real feeling, and I try to engage as many senses as possible. I start thinking about where to take the dream while still stabilizing, and this continues for a good twenty seconds. However, I lose control before I'm able to do anything.

2. It's after the civil war, and my embarrassed family is ordering drinks from our former slaves who are now free employees of a restaurant.