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In my dream, I was hiding from something. I don't know what, but I had a lot of animals with me, and as the dream progressed, I realized they were pokemon. I know for certain I at least had a vaporeon with me. I was in a house with brownish walls, and cement floors. I remember feeling like I had left a lot behind, most likely at my house, as the place I was in seemed to be a shelter of some form. At some point, I got in my car and picked some body up. There were more pokemon outside when I returned, and I brought them in. I believe one was eevee, the un-evolved form of vaporeon.

The house I was in had large windows in the roof (really, what a bad shelter), and I remember making a snide remark about some form of apocalpyse that was supposed to happen, which I just didn't believe. Suddenly, the sky went dark, and bright purple lights zoomed across the sky, then there was an explosion. Everything shook, and I held my pokemon to me, looking up at the sky from where I was hunched in a corner. Some of my family was with me. It began to rain, flood really. I was very frigthened, and called my boyfriend who is attending school hours away from me. some one else answered, and I was very aggravated, they wouldn't let me speak with Justin. Finally, I had to hang up and run. I gathered all of my pokemon up and with my family ran to my car. We drove for a while then met up with my sister, who is pregnant in reality, and in the dream.

She mentions that her husband has been separated from her, and is holding my nephew. Electricity is lost, and apparently the continents have shifted, resulting in families being broken up. I remember feeling deep despair. Eventually, I think I lost all of the pokemon except for Vaporeon. It is still raining, and now I see my sister, holding her son, sitting by a very large grave. She says it is that of her child, though I remember thinking that was odd, since she was still pregnant, and was holding her only other child.

Details go blurry for a bit, but then I remember it being much later, and some one is talking to me in a lab of some sort. He is holding something that resembles a large canteen for water, except for it is glass, and there is a skull inside. He tells me that the skull came in through the windows in a mudslide, and it made sense to me that the skull was that of my dead niece/nephew, so I took it to my family, who are at the grave still, which is undisturbed, and no one is dead, and proclaim that I have found part of the body. Generally, everyone accepts this, and goes about what they were doing. I don't remember if my brother-in-law was ever heard from again...It was just a very odd dream. Opinions?

well, this isn't from last night, its from the night before 'kay?

I was at a Skillet concert and I was cheering. My grandpa was there. After the concert was over, I went to my house and Jen Ledger went with me. I talked to her for a little while and then woke up.


yay, my recall is gettin better! Maybe its cuz im not so stressed about school right now.

My dreamrecall is getting better. I've been almost always able to recall one dream a night. But since i'm keeping a dream journal and recap my day before I'm going to sleep I've been able to recall more dreams per night. I can recall three dreams I've had tonight. From two dreams I only remember fragments but I also can remember one full dream.

Here I go:

Non lucid

Fragment 1: I'm at a hallway with some guy who looked a bit like a famous dutch guy from a band I don't like.
He looks like this:



We're standing in front of a grey window. There are icicles hanging on the inside of the window. The guy is telling me that when a woman who is very fertile touches them they start to behave in a strange manner. I touch them and the start to take all kind of different shapes. I play with it a little and begin to make an ice-sculpture for my boyfriend. He doesn't like it. He gets mad. End of dream.

I'm really scared to show my art to people because I was kind of raised like being creative is a waste of time. So I never show something I make and I never make music in public although I really love doing it. In my dreams I do show my work to people and they always get mad. So that might be a dream sign for me if that's possible, because in reality that never happens. I'll be looking out for it.

Non lucid

Fragment 2: I am in a world 7 of Mario Bros 3 for the Nes.

There are pipes everywhere and I get a little claustrophobic. That's all I remember of this dream.

I've been playing Mario bros 3 for hours for two nights in a row so it's no surprise to me I ended up there in my dream

I will post my full dream later since I don't have the time to do it now.

I'm going to start posting every lucid dream i have.. These are my first few.

----------LD 1----------
I was somehow at the local shopping center and i realized that i was in a dream somehow. This was befor i knew about lucid dreaming and this was 4-5 years ago... I knew i was dreaming and i was running around trying to find someone to with. I started to wake up
----------LD 1----------

----------LD 2----------
I was standing at some farm place and there was this soldier shooting an AK-47 under this shelter... There was heaps of hay everywhere. This was when i first attempted to lucid dream... and i did! I became lucid and he gave me the gun.. instantly i tried to turn the gun into a rocket launcher and i suceeded! i almost instantly woke up..
----------LD 2----------

----------LD 3----------
I was out the front of a random house and i was riding a wierd camel looking creature and i jumped off and started to pat it... It was at a dead and when i heard waves... this big crab (i was playing my hunter in WoW befor bed and i had a crab.) it started walking towards me and i started backing off. It walked down the road.. i threw a stick on the road and i started running after me i jumped on the steel fence and it started fucking me up.. i knew i was dreaming and i saw a bright white light and i woke up
----------LD 3----------

Well I feel stupid for not going lucid last night...I thought about lucid dreaming multiple times, but I never thought about doing a reality check or even just questioning my surroundings' authenticity...even though I was in anything but normal places all night long.

Even so, my dream recall is improving once again, as I can remember three different dreams this time. None of them can I remember in full, but it's definitely progress! And actually, as far as detail was concerned, there wasn't a whole lot to remember...strangely enough, all of my dreams last night were very simplistic in colorization and geometry. Buildings were flatly-colored boxes that occasionally took upon a bit of a texture when I got close. Vast fields were flat planes with little shading, never mind individual blades of grass. There wasn't even much of a sky to speak of; just a solid hue that eventually faded into existence somewhere off in the vast expanse of the dreamworld.

Anyway, on to the dreams.

Dream 1: I found myself to be Peter Petrelli in a city that was in big trouble. Huge mechs with guns were approaching the city boundaries, and it was clear what they intended to do: wipe out anything that got within ten feet of them. I used my various powers to rally up soldiers and pedestrians alike to help in preparing defenses for the place, but the mechs struck before we could finish putting the last reinforcements in place.

Rather than let everyone be crushed with fear from the apparent failure, I used Mohinder's power (which false memory told me I had acquired) to jump across rooftops and freerun in impossible ways in order to reach a wall that was hanging in midair by a crane. In one motion, I jumped, pulled out a knife, cut the crane's cord, and then hung on to it as I watched the wall collapse on top of the approaching mechs.

That did raise people's spirits for a while, but it didn't exactly change the tide of the war. It took a long while, but eventually everyone had been killed...soldiers and regular people alike. They just couldn't survive without powers like I had.

So it was just me and the mechs. I refused to give in, even though it felt as if there was nothing left to fight for. Somehow or another I took out one of the remaining mechs, and eventually I got around to another. Then it was down to just one mech and me. But this last mech was the biggest one of them all. I hid around a corner and tried to peek around to watch its movements. All I got was a bunch of bullets nearly hitting me in the side of the face. Its reactions apparently were incredibly quick, too. I hid for quite some time, always dodging its presence...but sooner or later I got tired of waiting, so I jumped up onto the roof of the building in front of me, ran across the top, and then jumped for the mech, crying a vicious war cry all the way. We collided, and...

I honestly have no idea how that dream ended. Seriously, that's all I remember. I know there was more to it; I didn't wake up right then, but what happened is lost on me.

Dream 2: Had a false awakening. And a flood of false memories. My brain told me that I had been in a science test lab for a couple days and that they had developed a machine that could record your memories in full audio and video as you went to sleep. When I got out of the test bed and unhooked a bunch of sensory cables from my head, I went to the machine and started to replay the video from the beginning. I could hear my thoughts wandering and see a few minor images fading in and out of the blackness that began the sleep cycle. At first the thoughts made some sense, but then, gradually, they began to make less and less sense, and be less disorganized. Before long, my thoughts were all very scattered. Then things went silent, and the dream began to appear on the monitor.

What was really interesting about that one is that the video was accurate to real life. As it 'replayed' everything for me, I honestly did remember thinking some of the things it had recorded. I think I honestly did tap into some deep and hidden memory of what went on as I fell asleep, and was able to bring it back in full detail in the form of a monitor inside another dream. Fascinating, actually.

Dream 3: There was a huge family get-together. We went all over the place; restaurants, parks, possibly even a movie theater. And then we decided to go on a joyride in a big plane. Except as it turned out, only my dad and I were on the plane once we got on board. Other than that, it was totally empty. The plane took off and I looked out the window, and suddenly this great frustration grew inside me.

"Flying is so much more enjoyable in a lucid dream." I said. "You don't need an airplane to fly, then. You're just free. It just feels frustrating to need an airplane; to be flying, but not out in the open."

At first I tried to just enjoy the ride anyway, but I couldn't. I told my dad (who was also the pilot) to land, and I got off, angry at my inability to fly how I would prefer to.

Dumbo...if you'd just realized where you were, you could have flown!!! Argh...