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1) I go to a friend’s house for a get together of a sort. I think a camping trip or some other outdoorsy thing… The first floor is partially open, with one wall out into the yard in front of me. Grass. I see a number of my friends, as well as Colin, a coworker. I didn’t know he knew my circle of friends… He’s wearing a head wrap for some reason, and someone has on a snorkel and mask. I become LUCID, and fly out and up to the second floor.

2) On the IOSDP thread, someone posts up points for most of the users. Man of Shred comments that I’ve been forgotten.

3) I’m playing Team Fortress 2, as an engineer. A heavy pins me down with fire but leaves, and I rush to a building outside the enemy spawn. I place a sentry hiding around the corner on a flight of stairs (it’s too short to fire through the open air window above it though). I use my shotgun and a boomerang (fired with the mouse wheel) to kill two or three enemies as they leave spawn. I feel somewhat bad for this, as the boomerang is an autohit and follows them in to kill them… The kill icons appear in the top left of the screen. The dream shifts. Same place, but I’m talking to a Jesus looking figure. He makes a comment as to my hair style. I “know” he’s the third oldest being in existence, and I begin to ponder how the more advanced beings create the lower races. I think what humanity will give to the world, who will be our children. Shifts again. I am Kratos, and another god with a glowing full face helmet is fighting me. The Jesus figure asks me a question that I don’t recall. I reply, “I’ll burn the world.” He grabs me, and I glow with a golden light. The helmet god swings his sword at my chest, but the glow stops it.
Helmet Guy. Ish...


4) LUCID. Grab a DC and ask if I can please kiss them. She smiles. I kiss her.
(To explain, part of the reason for this is that my DCs and I have had… disagreements in the past. Twice in my life, once recently, they’ve outright told me that they won’t tolerate how I treat them. These past few weeks I’ve been working on this. Now, I’m a very respectful and kind person in waking life, but I’m aware that I’m dreaming in most of my dreams. Or at the least, that I’m not me. And since the DCs are part of me, I felt alright treating them poorly. But they deserve as much respect as the rest of my mind. So, I’m taking this as a good sign.)

5) Adrian Monk is married to a woman with a degenerative disease. She smokes, and is currently nihilistic. At a dinner of some sort, she overhears a woman talking of her research into the secret of life. The scene changes to an outdoor setting. A creature that looks like it’s been literally stitched together (yellow, collar-like neckflap, short claw legs, goblin-like face with a beak). –Shift- There are three of these creatures , a Kabutops (pokemon) looking quadruped with two legs ripped off (my assumption was the fossil was incomplete), and various other things. I am inside the enclosure with them, climb to the top of a metal frame tower, and jump over the fence. The creatures break out and start chasing me and other scientists to a walled city. –Shift- The creatures are now little children, still chasing me. Candy is strewn on the way to the city, and I try to throw it to distract the kids. They don’t go for it, and one catches me.

6) LUCID. On a highway. Trying to change the dream to the Chichen Itza pyramid. Talking to the dream to get this to happen, but nothing changes. I start flying.
-Skip-
In space. Observer perspective (I don’t have a body). I am going in space to pick up a future ally and teammate of mine. He and another person are on a planet infested with zombies. They have chain saws and scythes, but the other guy gets pulled down and killed.

7) Driving down road in my car, and a van in front of me stops. My friends from my dojo are in it, and I get in as well. Someone's mother is driving, Marshall is there. We drive to a stone building and get out, and we eat cookies...

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I dreamed I was driving to my last destination in trucking.
Along the way I ended up at a house I was looking at buying
or it was my father's second wife's house. She was somehow
in the dream.

All of the above comes straight from what is
happening in my waking life.

Normal Dream part:

I woke up in my dream as a dirty 16 year old girl with huge ass braces, I guess I was homeless because I kept going to these weird underground locations where all these bums lived. They all knew me and talked to me, I was trying to hide that I had new clothes and was getting help to get out of this place. So I gathered my things and told them I'd be back later though I was telling a lie.
I was now enrolled in school at Brentwood it was an elementary school. Although everyone I saw that was going there was not elementary age, there were little kids going there also. People kept calling me Derrick even though I was this disgusting home less girl, and I thought to myself why are people still talking to me when I look like this? At that point I morphed back and became semi lucid, because I knew that morphing is impossible. So I started to walk to my car to drive home.

Lucid Part:

I got into the car and performed a reality check, it was positive so I was in a dream. I started to drive away and it felt like normal driving, I stopped for lights but they would always turn green instantly I shouted while I was driving "Dream guide show yourself" nothing really answered but then I got a txt on my phone. It was complete gibberish but it had two numbers and then two words listed after them like a list.
8. Purple
9.
Like that, so at least I know my dream guide exists now. The name that appeared on the caller ID was Chris I think. I was too caught up in the dream to change the scene I'm not used to DILD's everything is already going on but in a WBTB you make everything happen and appear at first. I didn't have much time before I woke up so that's pretty much it.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Was out drinking last night and I didn't expect to dream much. I got alot of sleep though so the REM rebound kicked in, resulting in a very long dream. Was too tired to write things down properly and lost most recall of a lucid.

01.00: Sleep

08.30: Driving DILD
It's dark out and I'm at work. I once again have to lock up all the containers myself. Suddenly I realise I'm dreaming. Something's off with my vision though and I have to really struggle to raise my eyes from the ground. I can hear someone walking next to me. I finally get my eyes up and stabilize the dream by focusing.

I spot a silvery car and I walk over to it. I get in and yell "stabilize now!" as I do. Everything becomes clearer, cool. I start the car and take off. I go around the construction site for a while before coming up to a very sharp turn. I will the car to stay on track while maintaining speed. I spot a big crane lying on its side up ahead and I hit the gas. I go up on the crane and jump, spinning as I do. I decide to let the dream go.

11.00: Wrong medicine
I'm with my coworkers Björn and Valdis. We're at some medicine store in the middle of the forest. Valdis had bought headache medication for his wife, but the guy had scammed him. He confronts the guy behind the counter and slams the package on the desk. "This is blue berries!" he shouts at him. "The very thing she was getting headaches and stomach aches from, and you give me more?" Valdis is very upset, and the guy behind the counter is apologizing. "I'll be back in 15 minutes" he tells us and walks through a gate.

Me and Björn get in a car and start going down a hill on a road. All of a sudden he stops the car. "I don't want to miss this" he tells me and starts backing up. I buckle up and man are we going fast. I'm sure we will crash any second and I hold on for dear life. After a while the car stops and we get out. I walk up to the man selling the medicine, he's holding another package along with the previous brown one. I spot something green which says something about tattoos. I start asking him questions about medicine and he seems like a reasonable guy, selling herbs and stuff. "What do you call your profession?" I ask him. "Pharmacist" he tells me. Makes sense.

I spot a few lions behind the gate leading up to a trailer, and all of a sudden a black panther starts licking my hands. "He seems to like you, or you've eaten something" the man tells me. I let the panther lick my hands for a while and gently lead him through the gate and close it. "I want some pain killers for my wrists" I tell him. Since I was with Valdis who had apparently offended him, he tells me I can't tell him my name. "You will have to draw a map as we go instead."

I look around and realise we're in a huge mansion, standing in the lobby. I grab a paper lying on a table and a pen. Someone's already drawn a map up until the door the herb guy is at. I draw a line and an arrow. We head through the door, someone other guy is with us now. The room is filled with lions. "You have to pass through these levels" the guy tells us. The lions don't do anything and we all go through a second door. This room has zombies in it, but they appear to be very slow. They reach for us but I easily dodge them and push some away. "Are we allowed to kill them or what?" I ask. "You do what you gotta do" Herbman says.

We burst through the next door unharmed, but the zombies in this room is a whole other story. I quickly run to the right and head for a cabin standing in the middle of the room. The other guy goes left towards a new door. "Let's go through here!" I shout and open the cabin. It's got a weird spike statue in it. "Nevermind" I say and kick a zombie in the face. I punch a few more and grab one with telekinesis, crushing his throat. I hear a scream and head for the other guy, but there are just zombies everywhere. I punch and kick them all to death, and all of a sudden one rises. It's the guy I was with. I hit him in the face and head down a hatch.

"Congratulations" the Herbman says. "You're the last survivor, now we do it all again. Everyone remember your roles and read the books for guidance." I read the first page of the book I'm holding. I'm some kind of black woman apparently.

11.00: Fragment
I'm watching my coworker Nicke play the game "Entropia Universe." He's got very heavy weapons. "The other rifles just had burst, I wanted fully automatic ones" he tells me as he's taking down a very big creature. I'm amazed. An explosion sends him flying through the air and I try to help him go to the creature he killed to claim his loot. He lands several kilometers away. I laugh.

11.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 10 hours

Supplements: Lots of alcohol

That's it! I intend to get lucid tomorrow morning, and teleport. We'll see how it goes.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

DJ Log: June 23, 2011 – 9:00PM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am hanging out in a large house with a friend who is in a fight with his wife. He packs up a suitcase full of stuff, then turns around and looks at me. He passes a message to me telepathically to run as fast as I can into the corner room, wait for him, then slam the door shut and lock it. I do just that, then we run up a set of stairs and into a large attic area. We run all the way to the other end of the attic, then down another set of stairs into another level of the house. We run down a long hallway, then duck out through a side door that leads outside.

I follow him through the yard and around a corner to a road that has tall trees on both sides. We run for a little while and come upon a Jeep that is in a pull-off. When we get in the Jeep and the terrain suddenly changes into a video game like GTA3. He jumps in the driver's seat at first, but I tell him to get out and I am driving. As we're driving, he is giving me directions on where to drive. I get annoyed by this, then make a sudden turn and jump over an embankment. We are staring at the sky for a moment, then land in a shopping center parking lot. I ditch the guy in the parking lot, then continue to drive around.

I hit another jump and land inside a large building. There are many empty rooms which I can drive through. I drive even faster, as I find that I can pass right through the walls. I blast through the building, then end up on a long section of road. There is a sign at the end of the road that says EXIT. As I pass under the sign, I wake up.

(Note: There was much more action and many details lost in this one. My brain was emptying itself faster than I could type it into my dream journal. I'll take anything I can get, considering this is the first recall at all in the last 3 weeks.)

Soo I don't really remember this one all that much, but I wrote it down when I first had it a couple of days ago. Here goes:

I was walking down the hallway in my high school (just graduated btw), going between second hour and first hour. For some reason I couldn't remember if it was an A or B day, what class I just had, or where I was going. I got to my locker and remembered that I was going to ApCalc next. I tried to open my locker using 6-12-24, but it didn't work. Then I tried 30-18-40, then 6-37-24, but nothing was working. The bell rang and I managed to sprint to class without being late, but I didn't have any of my stuff. Also, the class was in the front hallway where the library should be instead of where it really is. The teacher told me to sit down so I did, in a desk in the far back middle to the right of a white brick column. The classroom was really weird, the walls were all white and everyone was wearing white, but the desks were tan and so was the tile floor. The whole front wall was a whiteboard and the whole back wall was made of windows, it was like some sort of vista resort or something. Oh, and the desks were really far apart. I guess we started presenting our 'projects', but I don't even know what they were supposed to be or how they had anything to do with calculus. Each student would come up and show a little model they made. They were white and looked like the kids had slapped together random items around their house then covered them with paper mache and plaster. Each one looked different, some were towers, others human figures or geometric shapes, and some were just piles of crap. My turn came to present and I told the teacher I couldn't go because my project was in my locker, which wouldn't open. He got angry for some reason and told me I should have said something when I got into the classroom.

The middle bell rang and people passed through the halls going to split lunch like usual. A chubby female teacher came out of a sliding closet to my right. With her was a little Indian kid (like actually from India, not Native American), about 8 years old and wearing a white collared shirt with a red boy scout scarf and blue shorts. It was like some weird school uniform. My math teacher said, "Mrs. ___ (don't remember her name) is going to escort this kid through the halls, so if anyone needs to go to their lockers go now." I guess I wasn't the only one who was having locker problems, since a lot of kids came and gathered around the teacher. Also I don't know why we needed to be escorted, since normally the teacher just would have let us go without passes or anything. Before our group left the classroom, the teacher said, "For all you guys who complain about getting here too early, this kid gets here before the hamburgers," and pointed at the little kid. I don't know what he meant but I guess that's really early, and a lot of us gasped. We started walking down the front hallway towards the lunchroom and I broke off to go down the side hallway where my locker was. I did my combination, which was 32-18-24, and it worked. (I don't remember what my real combo is(was) anymore.) I got my materials and went back to class but the door was locked, and inside I could hear they were watching a movie. A group of us gathered outside the door and waited for it to be unlocked but it never was. A bell rang, which meant we could go home (completely scratching lunch and fourth hour out of my day I guess).

I walked outside the main doors without going back to my locker for my stuff, and went towards the student lot. On the side of the driveway leading to the student lot there was a short white bus, like one of those transit handicapped buses, except it didn't have any logos on it or anything, and there weren't any panes in the windows. I now was the little Indian kid, and I went on the bus, except there were a ton of other kids on the bus who were exact copies of me. (I was watching myself get on btw, from outside the bus, like a third person view.) There were so many kids on the bus that we filled it up to the roof, so there wasn't any space in it at all. The bus driver told them all (I say them because at this point I'm not one of the kids anymore) to duck down so they wouldn't be seen, and they managed to squish themselves so only their eyes and the tops of their heads popped up from below the windows. I think the bus driver didn't want to be seen having too many kids on a bus. By this time the bus was driving down an empty freeway through a pine forest. I became me again, driving a blue subaru. I passed the bus and looked at all the kids in the windows, and though, 'well, that's weird.'

I got to my apartment building and went inside. (My apartment building has three sets of doors: a locked outside one, an unlocked middle one between the outside and the entrance where the mailboxes are, and the locked door to my apartment.) Everything was normal, but when I opened the door to my actual apartment room, everything was empty. I was on the second floor now too. The whole back wall to every room was made of windows (like the school), and the livingroom had a sliding glass door where you could go out onto a balcony. There was a guy standing in the livingroom, and apparently he was my friend. I was now a guy too, and we were both wearing futuristic silverish armor. There was another guy in my bedroom wearing the same armor, except it was black, and he wanted to kill us. The scene turned into an 8-bit 'side scroller' video game type of thing. My friend and I had short purple health bars in the top left corner and the 'boss' had a big red one along the bottom. We used old style Mortal Kombat attacks to hurt him, but then our health got too low so I had to go into the menu. It was back to normal 2011 type graphics, and had a pink background with items you could select from a list. I highlighted 'max heath', which I had 77 of. The item that gave you 'max health' was a pack of two hot dogs. No buns or anything, just the dogs. I clicked two of the items so I had four hot dogs total, two for each of us, and heard a noise that meant we were all better.

The menu scene went away, and so did the side scroller view. I was now myself and watching things in a first person point of view. Everyone was taking a break or something, my friend was standing in the living room. We started talking, and he said, "I hope he doesn't do an orange lazer I can never avoid those." I said, "Yeah, same here, except I can't avoid the blue cannons." Suddenly I heard the evil guy giggling from my bedroom, which was his base of operations. I walked over to see what he was doing, which was typing furiously on a computer. He said to me, "You just told me your weaknesses! I'm aiming all lazers at him and all cannons at you!" I said, "Oh, shit," and ran into the living room to tell my friend to hide. The cannon/lazer beams popped out of the walls and starting hissing and steaming while glowing their respective colors as they charged up. I tried to hide by ducking down in my kitchen but the things in the walls were like locked on, and they followed me around everywhere, and I knew they could cut through walls. I ran outside (through all three doors) and just as I closed the last door the cannons fired. Luckily at the right moment I did a handstand on the doorknob and avoided it. (**I remember going lucid for a second here, thinking, "this is bullshit, this guy's cheating, screw this," etc, so I slowed down the 'blue cannon' which was like a really big blue lazer and made myself flip up and do the doorknob handstand. But then I lost it and went right back to dreaming normally.) I went back to standing and looked at the door wondering A) why the cannon didn't leave a hole and B) how the hell was I going to get inside without my keys? But I guess the cannon had 'weakened' the door, so I kicked it in, ran through the unlocked second door, and through my door which I had bolted out of without locking (cause really, who has time to lock their door when they're gonna be blasted with a giant blue lazer?) My friend was lying on my livingroom floor, dead. I could see part of the evil guy's body on my bedroom floor from where I was standing, he was dead too. As I ran over to check out my friend my phone rang and I woke up. (thanks, Laura! XP)

Dream - Lucid

Finally! Lucid again at last, even if it was brief...and very strange.

I was in the car driving around my neighborhood. I was talking on the phone to my friend Dakota about what we're going to do tonight. I could hear ukulele music in the background. He asked me if I could let him get back to entertaining his guests, and I said sure. I got off the phone with him.

I was then in my bed again. Oh, it was just a dream. I kept hearing what sounded like a local radio station that I listen to frequently. I thought maybe it wasn't a dream and that I had left the radio on in my car. Or maybe it was the radio in my room (haven't had a working radio in my room for years in waking life). This lasted for awhile as I laid in the bed with my eyes open. I thought my mom had come home at some point.

Then, I was in a bedroom with Dakota. I was leaving, because his friend was coming over. When they entered the bedroom door, I left, giggling because the person who entered was Shelton, a guy who Dakota thought was an asshole. I found it funny because Shelton had once cracked very bad taste gay jokes around Dakota, who is gay. And now, it looked like Shelton was gay too.

Then, I started to see colors and shapes swirling around in black space. I still was hearing that damn radio station. I then felt the familiar buzzing sensation. I knew I was about to enter a dream, so I concentrated the buzzing to my head. It came in a few short waves, and I felt myself tumbling.

The dream then formed around me. I was in my bed laying on my stomach. My head was way off the pillow. I got up and counted my fingers briefly. I went out into the hallway, and there were these weird, almost modern/futuristic-looking button things coming out of the walls at random places. I'm still hearing the radio station as I try to press the buttons in, some that were located next to my brother's room. The pressure I put on them kind of hurts my hands.

I then turn to my left and go towards the bonus room. I open the door, and the cushions on the couch in there are all in a neat pile on top of the couch. In the middle of the pile sat a black cat. I figured it was probably one of my family's cats, Boots. I go up and pet her head, saying hello to her. She looked up at me as I did this. She then looks out the window above the couch. The walls start to fill in around the window, until they got to her head. They slowly started to close around her head. I tried to get her out, but she was stuck. I turned around in horror and covered my eyes. I then turned back, and the cat's body was white and fluffy, like my cat, Belle. She somehow then pulled her head out of the tiny space.

I then awoke into the buzzing sensations again. I was still hearing the radio station. I concentrated hard on that. A familiar song was playing, I forget what it's called, but it's by The Band Perry (I think that's how it's spelled). I felt myself tumbling again, this time almost wildly. I opened my eyes and was in bed again. I got up and counted my fingers, counting six and then seven on my left hand. I could feel that I was going to wake up soon. I tried to turn the light on in my room by flipping the switch because it was so dim, but it failed. I looked to my left, and there was my full-length mirror. I looked at my reflection. I looked relatively normal. I could feel myself about to wake up, so I decided to try to enter it. I walked up to it and pushed my way through the mirror.

I then felt myself falling, the buzzing and tumbling sensations were back. I felt myself falling fast. For some reason, I thought to myself
"300 miles per hour is 30 miles per hour Earth time".
Weird.
I then saw these flashes of what looked like still frames from Family Guy flying by.
I then saw in what looked like heat vision. I saw the mirror above me, and my hands reaching up towards it as I fell through black space. Both the mirror and my hands were orange and blurred (hence why it looked like heat vision).
Then, I was laying on my floor, looking at my hand. It looked like time was going backwards very fast, and my hand got smaller and smaller, morphing and twisting, until it finally looked like a baby's hand.

I woke up and the radio station had stopped. It was super freakin bizarre, because for a lot of the first part of this experience, I legitimately thought I was awake, and was hearing my radio from somewhere.

So, to start off, 3 other guys and I were all riding in a red camaro, and we all had beers, and were having a blast. We were driving on the highway, and one of us needed to take a piss, so we stopped at a rest stop. We all got out with beers in hand, and did our business. An old lady then pulled up next to our car and asked for something. One of us, drunker than the rest, walked up to the car window and started messing with her. The lady could tell he (and all of us) were drunk, so she asked if we had a license or registration. Secretly, we didn't, but we said 'Yeah! Of course!'. She then told us to wait there until we sober up, so we don't cause any further mayhem. We laughed as she pulled of back to the highway. Just at that moment, we heard on a police radio (That happened to be in the car) that there was a report of rape at the rest stop we were at (That bitch!).

We looked back, and sure enough there was a squad car hurtling towards us. We had to go, and we had to go now. We scrambled out of the rest stop and put the pedal to the metal, praying for our lives. We took a left turn into a canyon, and the highway led up to a bridge. Now, this was no ordinary bridge. This was literally the worlds highest bridge, and to top it off, there was construction going on. The guy driving, obviously smashed, started to slow down and drive at the speed limit. We're on a one way part of the highway, and there are 2 lanes. The lane we're in is relatively empty, but the one to our right is bustling with traffic, and all of that traffic is trying to turn into the lane we're in. The bridge is going north, and the incline is about 45 degrees. We all yelled at him for only going 40mph, and he said "Oh yeah! Whoops, I forgot. I should probably go faster now." There were now just floods of cars turning in front of us, and there were quite a few cars in between us and the cop car. The driver started weaving through traffic, and was doing a horrendous job at steering; he was swerving and almost hitting everyone. The alcohol was doing what it does best.

Finally, we managed to get to an open area, and the put that red camaro to work. We started on a decline in the bridge, the rose, and rose, and rose some more, this time at a higher angle. We got so high up, that the sky turned black, and all you could see around was stars. Now, here's the crazy part. The cop car was directly behind us now, and suddenly I think to myself "Aww. Now we're never going to make it to Japan." Then, the construction comes into view. We glance at the workers, though we couldn't tell what they were doing, and when we look back, there's a huge "ROAD CLOSED. DO NOT PASS." blockade in our faces. We smash head-on into the sign, and every one of us fly's out of the windshield, going 250mph, straight up into the sky. We reach the point of equalization, and we sit in slow motion in the air, as we begin our descent. Then, all of a sudden, we all have snowboards, except for 1, who has skis. The 'bridge' literally ran up the side of a huge mountain, and we were preparing to land on it. Forgetting completely about the cop, we braced for impact.

Everyone stuck the landing, but the speed at which we landed threw everyone off balance, and we started tumbling down the mountain side. Occasionally, one would recover, but then you'd loose the hold, and continue to tumble down. Out of nowhere, a gigantic cliff basically swallowed us whole. We fell down what must have been 200 feet, and landed onto a powdery 50 degree angle. I was in the front, next to the skier, and then 2 snowboarders behind us. I, having a snowboard, started flipping in the air uncontrollably. I glanced over to my right, and the guy with the skis was trying to stabilize in the air by extending his legs out in front of him, slowing him down. As soon as we hit the snow, however, his leg completely snapped, and he emitted a bloodcurdling scream. I had landed face-first into the snow, and skidded to a near stop. I looked up at the cliff, and the other 2 guys were flipping and spinning so fast and uncontrollably, that when they hit the snow, they tumbled a bit before slowing to a slide. We all were sliding, but we all were still alive. We took a second to recap on 'what the fuck just happened', and simultaneously, even the guy who broke his leg, let out whole-hearted laugh. That was incredibly awesome and fun. Hell, that was an amazing feeling.


I was playing the life of a kid who screwed up his life in one night, after getting drunk. He had been drinking rum and playing pool. Then, it flashed to the next day, where Dawn and I were downstairs. There was broken glass on the pool table, and also a note. Dawn was investigating/interrogating me. She had said that I had done a lot of things, and she said that there were 3 of us. I remember just me and another. Then, I remembered that there was a kid 'Tim' was his name, there with us too. I got the impression that Dawn thought I murdered him. Then, my Dad comes down, and says something. I give him an honest reply, and he makes a sinister remark to that, and picks up a golf club. Dawn sighs, "Oh, not again..." Dad runs at me, his eyes red with anger. I sprint out of the house, and notice that my backpack is on, and that my shoes are slowing me down. I reach the end of my street, and I slow my running down to a jog, and look behind me. Dad is running in tennis shoes after me. I sprint to the right, and take another right down the next block.

Now, I see Dad pass by on a bicycle, looking for me. I figure, he can't ride a bike in the grass, so I walk into someone's backyard, put my backpack down, and take off my shoes. I walk out to the street, and there he is, searching for me, although he hasn't seen me just yet. I sprint towards him, and he sees me, stops, and braces for impact. I leap on him, hoping to push him over, but to no avail. He drags me back towards the house, screaming in my ear all the 'things' that I did wrong that night. Now, it goes dark, and I'm back in my living room. I decide, I can't handle this anymore, of course I'm dreaming. I walk to the staircase, and as I'm about to walk down, I think, "Hey! I can just fly out of here!" I fly right through the roof, sort of like phasing through it. Unfortunately though, when I do, everything turned black, except for the sensation of flying and landing back in my bed... There was a voice saying "Who's flying again? Him?"

I was in my basement. There were about 4 people with me. We just got back from some kind of fair. There was a bunch of stuff on the table, and a little girl was playing around with it. She mixed some blue liquid with some white powder, and went upstairs. I went upstairs as well, but I looked back to find blue goo flooding the basement and coming upstairs. I warned my brother who was in the living room, but he wouldn't listen. I ran into my room and grabbed the money from the little jar on the shelf above my bed, but as I was doing that I realized...


"what the heck... BLUE GOO? I'm totally dreaming!"
A smile spread across my face as I leaped through the window and began to fly. I got to this huge flat square of dirt with a street connected to it. I thought I would try to call my friend. I just kind of thought if him and next thing I know he was there.
I said "hey, can you teach my some awesome lucid powers?"
He said "sure, what do you want to know"
"teach me shapeshifting"
"No. I'm teaching you how to drive."
"But I want to learn sh-"
"I swear I will kill you"
"... Driving sounds fun."

The dream was getting unstable, so I figured I'd just Gi along with it. So off we went. I found this white car and got in. I floored it and was going at top speed. The feeling was awesome, until I got to a turn and completely wiped out. My car just appeared back on the track, though. I could hear my friend's voice saying "you should try turning."

... So I did. I drifted around the first turn, then another, then ran off the track into a muddy lake. But there was track under it so I drove right out. As I was driving along a straight road I decided I should wake up so I don't forget my dream.

DJ Log: May 30, 2011 – 8:30AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am driving into a shopping center parking lot to meet up with several friends. It is a large strip mall with a grocery store on the right side and several smaller stores on the left. A few friends are already parked in front of the grocery store and are standing around talking behind their cars. I drive through the parking lot and select a front row parking space a couple of rows away from the grocery store.

As I am preparing to back into a parking spot, this old guy in a Buick jumps into my parking spot. I stop and yell at the guy for stealing my spot. He just looks at me with a puzzled look and continues to back into my spot. I put my truck back into “drive” and floor the accelerator to do a power slide, turning around to face the guy. I use psychokinesis to push the car out of the way, then I pull into the parking spot. After parking, I decide that I don't like this spot anymore, so I back out and drive over by the grocery store where my friends are at.

I park in the end row near where my friends are parked at. We bullshit for a little while then start walking toward the store. As we near the store, I see a guy wearing a giant fro-wig. He looks a lot like this guy Moritz who does an awesome synth jam-out session on YouTube (LINK). As I'm watching, he takes the wig off and reveals medium-length blonde-streaked hair underneath. I think to myself, “Yay! The mystery of what's under the wig is now solved.”

We all walk into the store and I retrieve a shopping cart. I walk through the second set of automatic doors and wake up.

While making this DJ entry, I realized that I completed the basic task of the month a second time in the same month. Now, if only I could get the advanced task.

First, I had a dream I was driving with Aziz and Nick from school and we were talking about the types of security the richest people in the world have around their houses. Bill Gates had some kind of sticky grass that you couldn't walk in properly, and some fruits the size of swimming pools. Anyway, we ended up driving to a baseball diamond, pulling up to some weird kid, and telling him to get in.

I could tell the dream had ended and I layed in bed to try to go back to sleep, I think I accidentally DEILDed or something, because the next thing I knew, I was laying down in some dimly lit room, with Nina from my school staring over me asking me something. I knew something was up, but didn't bother RCing or any of that. I was in shock (maybe SP?) because I knew something was wrong. I whispered rather loudly, "Purple skies". Nina and some other DCs who I couldn't see all made the sound the aliens make in Toy Story "Ooooooohhhh". I felt this euphoria that I could only describe as "going lucid". I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself being somewhere else, but when I opened them, I was back in my bed.

I knew I wasn't dreaming anymore, but decided to RC anyway., not believing what I just experienced. It all happened so fast, but I didn't get to take full advantage of it. It had to have taken me another hour to fall asleep. I was so excited from my short lucidity (like 5 seconds maybe), that I just couldn't sleep.

Interestingly enough, the next dream I had, I became lucid. I guess I was extremely skeptical of everything due to my earlier lucid experience. I remember being in a men's locker room, (a girl was in the men's room, but I didn't pick up on it) and I just blurted out "purple clouds" pretty loud. None of the DCs even looked at me or reacted at all. Imagine going up in a room of like 10 people and saying something like "purple clouds" really loud. Yeah, I went lucid off of that, oddly enough. I didn't even think to RC and oddly enough, I didn't have to stabilize. I asked the closest DC if I was dreaming and I don't remember what they said, but I had a short conversation with them. They seemed so absent-minded. Like every response was systematic. Anyway, I wasn't even thinking about flying or shooting fireballs or doing anything supernatural. I closed my eyes and decided I wanted to appear on the moon, which didn't work, and then I decided I wanted to appear on Mars. To my surprise, I didn't appear on Mars, but in a red lighted room with a drill sergeant yelling at me through an intercom system. He told me something that had to do with getting rid of my children if I wanted to fight in this war. Excited for action and ready for battle, I wasn't really sure what he meant by getting rid of my kids. He walked out of the closet beside me and I decided to ask him some things like I did with the other DC. He didn't respond the way the other DC did, though. His responses were shouted questions back at me, namely asking me about a paper on a desk. He asked what one of the drawings meant, and I explained I wasn't sure; it was just a doodle (it was a drawing of a steak I think). At this point, I think I lost lucidity and began to accept this dream as reality again. I don't remember making anymore conscious decisions in the dream. I remembered a fragment of the end of the dream where I was in my class and some kids were exclaiming to my computer teacher that it was possible to control your dreams. Everyone seemed rather intrigued. I was the only person who wasn't so excited and the teacher looked right at me. He looked back away and I guess the dream ended.

False awakening. Forgot to RC. Rosa comes to wake me up and I tell her about my first LD. I was really excited and she was about to change her pants for some reason. Her mom suddenly walks through the door and she obviously thinks we were sexing it up. She doesn't really get angry, but Rosa is shocked and doesn't have her pants on yet. I can hear Rosa's dad coming around the corner, but the dream ended before he did, thank GOD.

Date: 10-30-10
Length: 2 Minutes
Vividness: 2/10

I was in the car with my friend Tanner and 2 other guys I don't remember.
We were talking, when Tanner's mom calls him and he says that he'll call her back.
Tanner passed me the phone and I talked to his mom.
She asked which number he was going to call her back on.
She then asked if Tanner had the number of the candy shop.

-frenchblablabla

Dream sign appeared again, but I completely missed it. Alas. On a side note, I have discovered that for the most part, I can read pretty well in dreams.


Sleep. I am driving down a street in my van towards the mall, apparently searching for my truck. As I reach an intersection, I accidentally drive into the end of a turning lane from the people turning right, so I turn left on the red and pray no cops catch me. As I am turning, I see my friend Helena practising her driving in a dark sea-green cube van. Once at the mall, I try to park, but the gas and brake keep switching and the van lurches forward. I fear that I have hit the car in front of me, but the lady says that I am just 1mm away. I sigh in relief.

I am now in the mall, and with me is a young Chinese girl (whose name I later learn is Lindy Yan). She is about eight. My family is adopting her temporarily (like an exchange program). The mall's hallway is narrower than usual, comparable to the width of an elementary school's. I am showing Lindy the various stores, and I ask her if she remembers when we went into Shopper's Drug Mart. She says yes. I tell her that Zeller's is four times as big, and her eyes widen.

We enter a learning centre that reminds me of the one I currently work at. I am flipping through one of the booklets, and I remark on their similarity to the ones I'm used to seeing, except the grading system is a bit different. I ask Lindy in a "parent voice" if it looks fun. She gives me a firm, "No." So I look outside the centre and see the Zeller's, so I ask her if she wants to go into it. Lindy agrees.

As soon as we enter, I sit down on a bench to rest. I watch as Annie, a girl in my sociology class, and Rob, a boy who was in my split-grade French class last year, enter together. I wave and call them over. Annie, however, says that she is not Annie, but a Paige. (At this point, Lindy Yan has vanished). I apologize, saying that I always confused the names of the girls in my French class (Paige/Hannah, Holly/Daniella).

While I am telling her this, I appear in my French class from last year, which is located in the Upper West Wing of my school. When I walk outside the classroom, I am in the Upper East Wing and realize that the room behind me was my Sociology/English classroom. Right beside the door is Joe, who has a big black box in which there is a pale coffee-coloured substance with the consistency of soft ice cream. He is adding white glue to it and stirring. When I ask him what it is, he tells me it is ice cream.

He eats the whole thing after scooping it into a giant Tim Horton's travel mug. I ask him if he can make more, except in chocolate, and he agrees and gets started making it. By this time, we have teleported to the opposite side of the hall and down one door. My friends come out of my Sociology classroom and join us. Jay, one of my friends, tells us that Rock Band is up and running back in the classroom, but there is only room for four. We decide to split our group of eight in half, with four eating ice cream and four playing Rock Band. Then, we'll switch. I decide to eat my ice cream first. However, when I peek into the classroom next to my Sociology class (the one currently across the hall from me), I see my friend Leia. Since she is looking incredibly bored, I invite her to join us. Wake.

I was talking with people in my grade about driving to school (our brand new privilege). I went to sign out on the sign out sheet (which was in some type of garden, sitting in bright green dewy grass). Then I was in the hallway of the church my school rents rooms from for english and history classes, but the hallway looked like one of the classrooms. Gabe and Max R. (I don't want to put the full name, but since there are two Max R.'s, so I know in the future, NOT CURLY HAIRED YOYO MAX) and other boys were talking about some gross driver's ed movie (the kind they use to make you scared of accidents) called "Concrete" (which is funny because the real one we watch in California is called Red Asphalt). Gabe insists that it is actually called "Santa".

Tiny bit of precog (it's a little bit of a stretch) but we talked about asphalt in history class today.