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I'm occupying someone else's body, and I-the-character am not entirely clear on the body's identity. A woman greets me in Korean, and following her expectations, I enter an elevator. I-the-dreamer am aware that the body I'm occupying owns this building, he's the president of a company, and this is his private elevator to his penthouse suite. There are no buttons inside the elevator; I-the-dreamer am aware it uses facial recognition, I-the-character am surprised when it starts to move.

The elevator opens onto his suite. There are a number of people in the bed, clearly after a party; the body's owner recognizes one of these people, the rest are strangers. I order everyone out; only that one exception stays. He's sitting up against the headboard, wearing an animal's pelt draped over his head, a wolf or a coyote. (It occurs to me after waking up that we were both wearing something else's skin.)

Another man appears, and he grips this man by the throat. I recognize him; he's the reason I-the-character occupied this particular body, in order to meet with him. He speaks to me, believing he's speaking to the body's owner. I-the-dreamer switch to third person because I want to see the expressions of me-the-character.

Speaking in English so that we won't be understood by the man with the animal pelt, I-the-character chide him for being "so eager to sink your teeth."

He says, "Not the only thing I'm good at. But surely we'll still eat this-"

The Cruise

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I´m on a cruise in the caribbean sea. All my friends are there, german and american. We´re docking and go shopping in a big mall. I meet a guy I really dislike and beat him up. We return to the cruise ship, which now looks like a pirate ship, wooden and really big. I find out it has 3 floors. The machine room, the living quarters and a restaurant under the blue sky. I ask a guy how deep the water is and he answers: 44m/144ft. I look down and see a book laying on the ground but I forget about it quickly. I find out one of my friends cooperated with the FBI and I´m getting thrown off the ship.
I wake up on the beach, stand up and decide to go find the ship. I meet two of my american friends, they tell me the hole story and I start swearing in english (from that moment on the hole dream is in english). I find my way back to the ship, and go straight to the captain´s room. It´s Chow from "The Hangover" and he does his weird laugh...I wake up.

12/01/11
8:00am

I was in a small group of people and everyone was impressed with a man in the group who had recently learned and completely mastered the English language. (This is something that anyone who has read my journal knows that I have completely failed to do. And English is my only language.)

12/09/11
8:00am

Someone said they liked my big bad wolf hat that I made for Halloween.

Dreamed of an oil on canvas painted portrait. The wooden frame was nicely carved with swirls at each corner and was possibly gold leafed. The painting had a dark blue and black background that was possibly a blue cloth. The portrait was of some English nobleman. He had a moderately frilly white shirt and soft red velvet justacorps(18th century jacket).

This is the cloudiest one. I remember something about a black man standing next to a train track. A train that is glowing through all its windows appears and just kind of rolls by with no train track. The black man stares at the train kind of wide eyed. This dream felt really third person.

After that I had a short dream about being in a hardware store, looking through the aisles. One of the people who works there asks me if I need anything. I tell her that I'm looking for an extremely thin wire.

I start off a freshman, and the middleschool band teacher is teaching Honors English I. One of my friends is there in a V-Neck. For some reason we just decide to leave in the middle of class. We just kind of walk around for a while and then we freak out realizing how long we've been gone. We sneak back in, the lights are off, the room has no windows and the class is watching a movie. As I sit down, I notice I have some sort of HUD that shows the number of times I can leave the classroom, and it's already half gone. I go in the back room with my teacher and ask him something about a very thin six inch silver wire.

Running around this giant prom themed maze of challenges. My English teacher, youth pastors brother, a friend from church and my aunt were all there.

At one point there was a man I was going to kill, but before I did, he showed me that he had the secret to eternal life

I am part of a group of military invasion / reconnaissance. The land where we are is small. The floor is gray.
We're not in combat. When I try to open the door of a warehouse within this building, I hear the voice of someone speaking English with Indian accent ... and suddenly subtitles appear translating what that voice says. That voice belongs to a man. He says he's in the bathroom and that he´s gonna shoot the first soldier who opens the door of the bathroom.

Lucid
Non-lucid

My memory picks up walking down past an old friends house which lies close to the railroad. I eventually make it down to the house that sits on the corner not far from my own, and I am leaning up against a white car speaking to a man that was out walking his dog. All of the sudden the dog begins to speak, but in English, of course this startles me and I then ask the owner of the dog if he just heard what his dog said. He says no, and then we casually carry on with our conversation, at this point most of my focus is directed toward the dog while I am speaking to the man. The dog then says something else in English, and I try my best to ignore it. The dog then says another thing and this time there is no doubt in my mind that I am either crazy, or in the presence of a dog that can speak actual words. I begin to worry and I start to walk toward my house which is close by. Once I enter my house I then find myself sitting with two of my friends and my cat in my living room.

While we are talking, I am still thinking about the dog and the whole ordeal so going through various explanations I find that the only logical one is that I am in a dream. I then do the nose plug reality check and quickly find that I am in fact dreaming. I levitate my friend up to the corner of the room and I then set him down, then I levitate my cat around the room and set her back down on the couch next to my friends. For some reason I then get the thought in my head that I never went to bed, therefore how am I dreaming? I begin to question what happen to me in my waking life to induce a dream.

I go upstairs and I find my dad sitting at his computer desk within his room, I go over to him and ask him if he could attempt to wake me up. He says sure, and he goes over to my room which is across the hall and he looks as if he is moving something around in my bed, possibly me. He says that I am apparently not moving so I tell him to call an ambulance and I close my eyes and try my best to awake myself. It appears that it has worked, and I am within the confines of my own room. I then think that it could possibly be a false awakening and I then attempt to do another nose plug reality check. The reality check works, and I am once again aware within my dream.

I look at my dream room, and wander around a bit in awe. The room within my dream looks just like my room in my waking life, it was amazing. I looked out of my window, and then plunged myself through my window and into the air flying toward town within my city. Not long after I took flight, I awoke from my dream.

I figured I would begin my online dream journal with the most interesting post in my dream journal so far - my first lucid dream in years.

The beginning of this dream could have happened two ways, as I have memories of both.

1. I was in the lounge room, talking to my father, and got up to walk towards the front door. The furniture was arranged differently, the room lit by the lights, and the curtains closed. I tripped over something like a sharp wire, and felt no pain. This caused me to question reality and do a reality check.
2. I was at school, in English. It was the middle of the day, warm sunlight being diffused around the room from the blinds covering the windows. We were working through a question sheet, and one of the answers made absolutely no sense, causing me to RC. I doubt this second one.

Infact, thinking about it, the second one is most likely a false memory, as I distinctly remember doing the RC in my loungeroom, and the rest of the dream took place at home.

I did the RC I do as habit throughout the day, trying to push my finger through my opposite hand. It's hard to describe how it feels - like pushing a stick of hard play-doh into my hand. My hands were also extremely blurry, though I didn't concentrate on them much after I RC'd. I immediately got excited and started to lose the dream. I yelled out 'Increase lucidity!', relaxed my breathing, and got a more vivid look of the loungeroom.

I wanted to change my scenery, go to somewhere else within my dream. I tried visualising a field, and willing the world around me to move and change, I then tried a beach, which I had visited in a lucid dream briefly many years ago. Despite this effort, my scenery didn't change. I didn't notice at first - and infact wrote in my dream journal that nothing changed and no passages opened, but I recall noticing that one of my walls had turned into a long hallway - deeply lit with red, and soft velvety walls and luxurious looking doors. I wish I had infact gone and investigated it, and I plan to use it as a method of transportation next time.

Since my scene wouldn't change - I decided to try and fly. I ended up in my room, simply swimming upwards, struggling at first with freestyle, but soon adopted an upright push, somewhat like a jellyfish. Though I found it much easier than my previous attempts in dreams years ago, I lost a lot of lucidity from lack of concentration. It was cloudy outside, and everything had a tinge of green, though most colours were washed out. My foot got caught on a vine outside my window, and I couldn't keep floating. I tried to simply phase through it - like I did with the roof, but it didn't work, and the vine held me back. I lost more lucidity here.

My memory then picks up back in the loungeroom, where I proceeded to have sex with nothing - simply thrusting away at the air with nothing there, though still receiving all feeling. This caused me to wake up very quickly.

I woke up, and felt like looking over at the clock, and I believe I did infact wake up here, but then returned to sleep.

I thought I began writing in my dream journal, and ended up in a dream where I was in my English classroom, discussing a problem we had with the homework where the answer didn't make any sense. I exclaimed to my teacher "That's the question which caused me to be lucid!" He agreed that the answer didn't make any sense, and would have caused me to become lucid.

I woke up again after this, and began writing in reality.

Fragment: I am in English class and the teacher says we can watch a movie ONLY if we did our homework. I'm because I did my homework last week.

Law and Order Dream: I'm watching an episode of Law and Order. (I've been watching Law and Order non-stop on Netflix lately.) In the episode Olivia Benson is on the case of a man who is supposedly brainwashed into killing orcas. She believes him and as she is in his car she finds a book about how orcas stink and whales rule. She realizes that he has been pretending to be mind controlled so he could kill innocent orcas. I wake up.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I was in English class with ten or eleven other students. The classroom was a fat rectangle shape, with off-white walls and solid light cream flooring that was slightly shiny. At the front of the room, in front of one of the shorter walls, was our teacher. In front of him, our desks were arranged in rows like in a normal classroom, but these desks were longer with a light wooden surface, and they could seat three people each instead of just one. I was sitting in the second or third desk from the front, on the left side of the classroom. The teacher (he was my real English teacher this year) held up a thin stack of essays. Our essays were marked, and he would be handing them back.

He called out some names, which I can't remember, and handed out two papers before coming to me. He put it upside-down on the desk and looked solemnly at me. My essay was three or four pages long; when I peeled it off the desk and looked at my mark, I was immediately upset. Up on the top right hand corner, my mark read 7/25 in dark red pen. I put my paper down and looked around the room; people were smiling and talking to each other about their marks.

When I turned around to face the teacher, he had all the essays again, and mine was gone off my desk. He held up the papers again, in front of himself this time with both hands, and mine was on the front with the same mark in the corner. I slunk down into my chair a bit, embarrassed.

Date: Sunday, May 16, 2010 8:43:24 AM PDT
Important: No

English class
I am sitting on a bench in a mall. There is a donkey in front of me. Paul-1 wants me to play a game with it while Anna-4 is waiting to talk to me. I see broken lines point horizontally to different parts of it's body with words written along it in orange fire like colour and texture. One word I remember is 'de-vination'.
Me and my brother are in a classroom. There is a professor who looks a bit like Hilary Clinton. We are having an assessment to get into good English classes. I see a list of people on the whiteboard. One being Hilary Clinton. The professeur picks one for each of us to imitate. My brother and another dude got picked first but they wouldn't start because of shyness. Another student has to imitate a black woman.

08.07.2009

Bleached Grammar (Non-lucid)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Characters from Bleach are in my grammar class. They are answering questions, posed in English, about English, in Japanese. Subs ensue. It is lulz worthy. After class, Renji lends me his body to use as pants.

I had other dreams, but they were all incredibly boring and not worth remembering, IMO. I haven't had a truly interesting dream lately. I might post something awesome from my failed attempt at a paper DJ later today. Right now though, I have to drive my family around for half of the day.