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So, I've just taken up ToTY, but since I joined late, I had to move faster than ever. That's why I love WILD, which will allow me to LD more than 1 time a day...
...now, let's begin with the dream.
As I enter the dream, even if I WILDed, I didn't realise it was a dream. I was just floating around in a void... until the dream started to form around me, causing lucidity. While I was gazing at the colors and shapes, there it is. My dream, formed.
The shapes around me seem futuristic, and my immediate thought is just to to fly. As I was looking around, I see a nuclear power plant, which makes me remember ToTY...
That means one thing. PORTAL TIME! While in the portal, I can see the dream reforming, and finally, I reach my destination. The nuclear test zone. I immediately thought to ask them to drop the bomb so I could get under it, but they've got ahead of me. The nuclear device was falling, and I couldn't be happier about it...
The next second, the atomic bomb hit me.. I felt a slight tingle, then a force, a kind of air pressure, pushing me down.. I was able to stand up, but hardly. Fortunately, in 5 seconds it stopped, and everywhere was just white. After 10 second, some gray entered the white, extending, expanding...
The gray surrounded me, then floated away, making me realize it was just smoke!
All of the DCs there looked amazed at me as I was walking to them, but while I was waiting to be greeted as a hero, they started to shoot me... which resulted in some old, good, fireballs kicking their asses... after some fighting, my dream started to blur a little, and they actually throwed another bomb on top of me, confusing me even more... I began to hear a faint BEEEP which got louder and louder until I woke up, because of my alarm... Sadly, this wasn't a WILD, but at least I did one of the ToTY taks...
I'll try in my next posts the Titanic one, so take care!

Good morning, everybody.

I'm not quite sure whether the first dream isn't actually two dreams. The part in the bar may have been one dream, and the rest may have been another dream. I wrote it as one dream, since I don't remember waking up between scenes. But it may actually have been two dreams.

Dream #1

I was sitting with a few girls in a dark bar. The only light may have been from little, multi-colored lights like Christmas lights, except seeming a bit softer, and, at the same time, more neon-colored. My whole view seemed to be a bit fuzzy.

I was waiting for some girl. But apparently she was really late. I may have started to think that she wasn't going to show up. I pushed my chair backwards and away from the table, as if my chair had wheels on it.

I moved past a number of tables. The tables seemed to be half-booth tables, where one side of the seats is a booth, set against the wall, and the other side is moveable chairs. I stopped moving backwards when I got to a table full of office women, maybe in their late thirties.

The office women seemed to be flirting with me. I thought they were all attractive. So I thought I might flirt back. Maybe one of them would hook up with me.

But now I was moving my chair forward, back to the girls I had been sitting with. As soon as I got back to the table, a girl sat right in my lap.

The girl wasn't skinny, but she was pretty. She had pale, smooth skin and longish, brown hair, all done up, like she was going to the prom. She wore a satiny, pale-chocolate-brown mini-dress with silvery, swirly designs on it. The designs may have been glittery.

The girl, I somehow knew, had been upset because someone hadn't shown up. I thought that this person was supposed to go on a date with the girl. But the person may also have been the girl's father.

The girl and I were now snuggling against each other pretty passionately. I figured I must have been snuggling with the girl to make her feel less bad about having been ditched by the other guy. After a moment, the girl broke off from snuggling with me. My view was all foggy, like someone had been kissing a camera lens.

I figured the girl was going to come back. But I didn't know if, once she came back, I could really commit to being with her. After all, wasn't I waiting for some girl here?

But the other girls at the table were looking at me. It was pretty plain they thought that I was already thinking of this girl as my new girlfriend. One of the girls handed me some kind of present, like a congratulations gift for getting a new girlfriend.

The gift was like some clear, plastic tubing made to look like a rose. There was a main stem, two small, leaf-like stems branching off of that, and then a clear, plastic rose-blossom (which was more like a bud) at the top.

All through the tubing and in the rose-blossom/bud were little lights, like LEDs. The stem may have had blue or green LEDs. The blossom/bud either had blue or purple LEDs.

I thought, getting a gift like this, that I couldn't back out of being the girl's boyfriend now.

I was now sitting out on a bench with an older man and another person. The other person may have been a man, or it may have been my mom. If it was a man, it was probably like my mom's old boyfriend, who was now standing up as a kind of character reference for me with the man.

The man was the girl's father. Apparently I needed the girl's father's approval before my relationship got too heavy with the girl. The father was kind of tall, overweight, with greying hair in a kind of feathery, old-style cut. He wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans.

It was night, but we were sitting in the father's backyard, right near the house, under an incandescent porch light. There seemed to be a huge, tent-like structure right in front of us, possibly big enough to be taking up a good portion of the backyard.

The father and the other person were talking relaxedly about some stuff that seemed a bit over my head, like "adult talk."

I stood up and walked over to the tent. I went inside. The tent was lit by incandescent light. The inside had solid, plasticky, but thin walls. The top of the structure kind of pointed upward in a pyramid shape, like circus tents do in cartoons. The top was made of tent-like fabric. There was no floor -- just bare soil.

The father and the other person walked into the tent. Somehow, from the conversation, perhaps, I came to understand that this structure was the outer housing for a nuclear reactor. The reactor was now going to be built.

I was here, I now knew, to get a job from the father, who was in charge of building the reactor. I needed a job, since I was going to get into a pretty serious relationship with the father's daughter. After talking with the other person a little more, the father said that I could have a job helping to build the nuclear power plant.

It was now daytime. I was still in the structure, as if no time had passed. But now the structure was a lot taller and bigger: as big as a small warehouse. The ceiling had all kinds of metal piping in it, and it seemed to be separated by a couple of meters from the tops of the walls. There was a guy in a hard-hat, suspended by a wire, working on something between the ceiling and walls.

I somehow knew there was at least one other structure like this. But there may have been two other structures. One of the structures may have been a lot more developed than this one. It may already have had a reactor built inside of it. (I think I was visualizing a cooling tower *inside* this structure.)

The person who'd been talking with the father was now gone. The father may have been around for a second, but now he was gone, too. It was implied that I knew what I was supposed to be doing, so that I should get to work. But I didn't know any of my co-workers, and I was really shy.

Suddenly there was a big explosion. There were a couple other people in the structure with me. Apparently the explosion had come from one of the other structures. We needed to assess the situation. We ran outside.

The area was like a big, vacant dirt lot. But at the end of the lot, maybe 50 meters from the structure I'd been in, was a little shelter like a doorless shelter where farm vehicles could be parked.

I was hardly even outside when I noticed that everybody else was already over in the shelter across the way, putting on raditation suits. There were three or four men in a line, all young, Asian men. They all wore white masks over their mouth and nose.

The men were in different stages of putting on the suits. The suits were yellow, thick, and rubbery. The men had stood into them, apparently, as they lay crumpled on the ground. They'd then pull the yellow suits all the way up over their heads, then zip the suits up. The suits may have had red boots.

I may actually have flown to the shelter to get there faster. I don't think I stopped flying. Instead, still floating, I was looking for a free suit. I saw a couple suits lying crumpled up on the floor, waiting for people to stand into them. So I thought they were available. But looking closer, I noticed they had some men's clothes in them. So, apparently, they were already taken.

I "knew" that there were more suits in an underground storage area just across the lot from this shelter. So I jumped up maybe four or five meters in the air and flew over to the shelter.

The shelter was in an area at the edge of some hillside or canyon. The hillside looked out over a lot of green, rolling hills, like in some kind of juniper- or pinyon-strewn desert. The sky was pale grey. But the horizon was filled with low-hanging, dark grey clouds.

The underground shed was fenced off from everything else by a two-meter-tall wooden fence, which was kind of old and greying. The doors to the underground shed were just like the doors to an old cellar. Their wood was also old and grey, kind of messy.

I lifted up the doors once and looked down into the underground shed. It was really dark and messy. I thought I probably wouldn't be able to find anything down there, let alone a radiation suit. I was also afraid that if I went down there, something would jump up and attack me.

The doors must have fallen shut, because I had to open them again. Only now they were a lot bigger and heavier, though still made out of old, greying wood. They also seemed to be set into a large, heavy, concrete circle.

I needed to get both doors open in order to go inside, but I could only get one door open at a time. I had to fly to lift the doors -- they were either too tall or too heavy for me to lift otherwise. But as soon as I'd get one side open, the other side would fall shut. It somehow reminded me of how I'd get frustrated as a kid, not being able to fold the flaps of a cardboard box.

I may have stood on the ground for a moment, taking some time to figure out how to do this the right way. I looked out at the hillside and grey sky.

I suddenly saw, maybe only 250 meters away, a red and blue passenger plane, a big jumbo jet, flying up into the air rather clumsy. I then noticed that the plane's right wing was entirely gone. The plane seemed to be smoking. I tried to remember whether I'd heard any explosion.

The plane seemed to be trying to pull into the air. In fact, it was pointing almost straight up. But it wasn't going anywhere. It was just bobbing in the air, maybe 100 or 200 meters up in the air.

I kept waiting for some kind of explosion. I figured it the wing had blasted off without an explosion, then something deeper had happened that would work its way out in a huge explosion.

It seemed now like the plane was trying to land. The airport the plane had come from was nearby, across a couple sets of rolling hilltops from the fenced-off area that I was in. The plane was still pointed up in the air, but it seemed to be bobbing back over to the airport.

The plane made a final descent into the airport. But it was still pointing nose-up. I couldn't see it as it descended behind the red-brick walls of the airport (???).

But the plane now seemed to be almost as big as the airport. As it descended -- crashed -- tail-first on the tarmac, it exploded in a big fireball, which only got bigger as the rest of the plane was consumed. A huge fireball now burst up over the tops of the airport's building.

But the exploding airplane was causing other explosions at the airport. I figured these were other planes, exploding from the heat and flames from the first plane's explosion. Soon a huge wave of fire was tearing through the airport. The entire airport was on fire!

Somehow I saw a set of doors at the airport -- as if the airport were now only 50 meters or so away from me. The flames had passed an area, although there was still a lot of brown smoke. The doors around this area were like doors in some sort of theme park or shopping center themed like the Old West.

A husband and wife ran out from one of the doors. They felt, I knew, that now that the flames had passed, they could make a run from the airport. They probably felt that if they stayed at the airport any longer, they'd risk getting caught in a second wave of flames.

So they ran away from the airport. They saw me in the fenced-off area with the underground shed. I waved them in.

The couple was maybe in their early fifties. They looked like they were maybe upper-middle class. The woman may have been pale skinned and a bit overweight, with frizzy, blonde hair. The man was compact but strong, tan, with short, wiry, grey-white hair. He wore a black polo shirt and, possibly, khaki shorts.

The couple may have told me what they had just gone through and that they were trying now to get to safety. I understood that what they meant was that they wanted to get back to their house.

I didn't know where the couple's house was. But I knew that there was a main road farther along the hillside. There were also a really big shopping center and people who could conveniently get the couple a car to get wherever they wanted to get.

But to get the couple to this place, I'd have to fly them there. I thought I could fly both of them there. But I'd have to lift them into the air one at a time. This was more to make sure that each of them wouldn't be afraid of heights as I flew them over the hills.

I *think* I lifted the woman into the air first. But we barely got off the ground before the woman got terribly afraid. I landed again. The woman ran over to some corner of the fenced-off area that had a little outdoor structure like a tool-shelf and work-counter, all made of old wood. The woman wouldn't leave that area. She was hysterical with a fear of heights.

(If it *was* the woman. It may have been the man.)

I now tried to lift the man (? or woman?) into the air. But I found that I couldn't fly up into the air with the man. He was way too heavy. This was surprising to me, as usually my flying had the effect of cancelling out gravity, so that everything I flew with weighed nothing. But the man wasn't losing any weight. He was still heavy.

Dreams #2

I was apparently telling people about a precognitive vision I'd had. It had to do with some kind of nuclear reactor, which looked more like a big piece of old factory equipment, with cogs and gears and cranks and wheels.

I was probably telling two people about my vision. The people may both have been women. They may have been wearing white lab coats.

I told the people that this particular reactor was different than almost other reactors, because two crank-wheels, which, in other machines, were set outside the reactor, were, in this model, set inside the housing of the reactor.

In my mind's eye I could see a small, steel door that opened up to get inside this "reactor" (or huge piece of old-time factory equipment). The inside was mostly gears, all tightly-packed, lit with a kind of dim, incandescent light. There were two crank-wheels, one in front of the other.

I told the people that the problem wasn't actually with the crank-wheels, but with a pane of glass either between or off to the (left --my left (?)) side of the wheels.

This pane of glass had a problem with it. It was forming, inside of itself, red streaks. The red streaks actually looked like drops of blood.

I was in an orphanage of sort. There are other people around me. There's also Luis M. We were making love very awkwardly. Then the person changed into someone else. It was my lover (a stranger). We were sleeping side-by-side, with my lover to my right. Looks Caucasian.

Then we had to escape. It was an orphanage for kids used for crimes and other stuff. The leader was there. When we approached the door, the leader popped out. He shot and hit me on the right side of my torso. I shot him and hit him on the head, and he dropped dead. I didn't feel anything.

We continued running, but we're not sure which way was out. There were many others. Then some were out. I was looking for someone. Had to find him. I was outside. The others were just staying right outside. I told them to run as far away as they can because there's a bomb.

There was a pregnant woman coming out of the building. At first I was just watching her, and then I was accompanying her, as she climb up the... stairs?

Then there was an explosion. With no sound.

This was almost like a film, it was playing before my eyes. Paying attention to just the right people at the right times. Maybe this is a little nightmarish too.

A girl, 18, the main character, sees that her mother has fled the land, for doing something wrong and the kingdom wants to punish her. She wants to find her mother, she knows where she might be, there special place. Over the war-lands, where un-dead soldiers (in the form of skeletons) fight an eternal battle, never to be won, never to be lost.

As she runs over these 'dead-lands.' She gets hit by the explosion of the bomb, she'd been through the dead-lands a few times now and survived, surely this will not be the end? Before the story has even started? Apparently yes, because she awakes with only 1 arm. Completely disintegrated from the explosion, while it is been treated by the un-dead, with her concerned friends overlooking her.

Just as we are about to see if our fair maiden will survive this harrowing ordeal, I am woke up by my sister, so I am in quite a mood I didn't get to see what would happen next.

I am with a bunch of random people in an airfield. There is some sort of small, insignificant explosion happening about 50 metres away.
It doesn't seem dangerous, and is making some cool patterns in the air. I am recording it with my camera. We are driving in a tour bus, that has no roof or sides. Similar to a luggage carrier.
Then, while looking at the screen of the camera, one of the patterns travels close to us.

Everyone just chuckles. Then one flies and hits one of the passengers. We all scream, even though she is okay.
We speed off. The area is really flat.
At one point I am off the bus, and it continues to travel with everyone else to escape the explosion, even though it's stopped.
I am with two familiar dream characters. Their house was in a previous nuclear disaster dream I've had.

This current dream is happening sometime after that dream, so they have rebuilt and are happily doing things around the house.
The woman shows me something that the guy had made around the back of the house.
There were 5 dummies, that looked very lifelike, lined up on a little ridge of grass. The woman pressed a button and there were explosions underneath the dummies. They were intact.

Later I am inside the house, and I am at a bedside. On the bed is my grandma I didn't know it then, but I was to visit my grandma while she was in hospital for the first time, today.
Next to the bed there is a switch that rotates. I twisted it, and the colour balance of the room changed. The switch had a scale of warm orange to cool teal. That must be the cinematographic part of me
Then I am outside with the two people again, driving along the straight road near the house. On one side of the horizon there is a massive fog cloud. Something to do with the airfield explosion earlier.
I think it caused some catastrophe, like what normally happens at this dream place. I wasn't too worried about them this time.

Did I just discover the place where my subconscious tries to deal with catastrophes in my life?

The other end of the horizon had a massive storm system that was going to have tornadoes. As if this was Tornado Alley in America.
We were debating which way we should take our chances with. We decided for the new fog-related disaster. I've been through the tornado storm before. And it's still there.

We go over a small hill and there is a really long highway bridge over an expanse of water. The fog shrouds the other end of the highway.
I am driving. We head onto the bridge. There are lots of obstacles on the bridge, including a small, yellow oncoming car that stopped.

I can't remember what happened immediately after that, but I woke up not long after.

After reading this, I can relate half the elements in the dream to things that are happening in real life, and the other half to things that happened today, after the dream.

7-28-11

I hardly remember this one. I don't know where we were, but i think it was the Mall of America. there are a couple of visions of waiting in line. I think there was a bunch of chaos (but domestic chaos, like huge crowds and movement and stuff...). Anyway, the most clear part of the dream is this:

I'm on the roof of (or parking lot of) the Mall of America or something. I know my mom is there, and I think there's tons of other people too. We're all watching the sunset. The sky is very orange. All of a sudden, we see a rocket come from behind us from the left. It crashes (?) somewhere over the horizon. Then there's an enormous explosion. A huge wall of red and black debris starts flying towards us. Just as I hear people about to panic, I hear my mom shout, "It's the Apocalypse!" because in the dream, that was how the Bible said the world would end (even though it doesn't really say that in real life...).

I'm really scared, and i start half praying, half freaking out because I don't know if I'll go to Heaven or Hell. The next part is just an enormous blur. Then, I open my eyes and see the ground all charred. But everyone is still alive.

It's a recurrent dream I have once in a while. It involves me being a resistant in a world dominated by Nazis. It's a strange mix between Today's live and that back in 1942. So here we go:

Hours of sleep: 9
Vividness: 4/5
Recall:2/5


I'm somewhere in a wood. I'm hiding behind some bushes. I prepare a sabotage of a munition store. I want to get there without being recognized by the few soldiers and officers. So I dress up as an Nazi General and I even put on an eye-patch. After dressing up like this, I go to the store. Surprisingly, there is no-one left. I'm a bit confused. In front of me there is a huge pile of bombs and rifles. I want to blow this shit up. I simply take a grenade and want to throw it. But I remember that this would blow everything up,me too, but I wanted to sabotage other things. So I look in my bag and I find a a C4 charge with wireless remote control. I hide the charge somewhere in the pile and I activate it.
When I finished I wanted to leave as quickly as possible. But suddenly there are a group of Nazi generals walking towards me with a few soldiers. I don't know what to do. The generals come towards me and I had to salute them (that took a lot of willpower). They ask me who I am. I tell him I'm a new general and I was sent to give them an important report about possible sabotage (irony ). They are very kind to me and invite me to have dinner to talk about some important ongoing stuff. I had to agree and we went away from the store, went through a portion of forest until we arrived on a villa standing on a hill. We sat down on the terrace. I looked the old building a bit closer. It looked really shattered. We eat some delicious food but I really feel uncomfortable. When finally came the dessert with a cup of coffee, they started to talk about a new strategic plane to get Great Britain the final blow. They need all the munition stored on the field, which we could observe from here. They showed maps and such stuff, I was very attentive to not miss a single part of the plan. Who knows, maybe I can use it to get more sabotage working.
They than asked me about the report. I touch without that the generals notice my watch under the table. The watch is the remote control.
And we could see all the shit blow up The explosion was huge, we saw how the few soldiers were vaporized by the explosion. An near House blow up and flew a bit through the sky until it crashes somewhere in the woods. The explosion is so huge that I can feel the explosion from where I was sitting and my nose started to bleed.
I was just like and thought "wow that's what I call an explosion
The generals are shocked, jump up from their seats and run towards the field. I sneak out the place and get in an Jeep and drive away. I take my mobile phone and call the only existing number. I heard how the telephone was picked up.

Me: Nucking the fridge!
Mysterious interlocutor: Good. We are now frying the coke.

I abort the connection. I know that this means that the other from the resistant group managed to play their part.

I drive in a city I know. I see that the streets are filled with hundreds of Luxembourgian flags, with French tricolore and the union jack. There are a few soldiers who are very disoriented. They start to pull of the flags, but they are to many. I burst out laughing and I was happy that everything went as I expected.

I was in USLS. Was doing some exercise or something. Me and a guy friend went down the stairs just outside of the library.

I was in our town plaza. Vampires all around. One, a friend vampire(?), was pretending to suck my blood so that the other vampires will leave me alone. I was on the ground, with desert sand, although there are small lines of water passing through the sand. The sky is yellowish, cloudy. I "heard" an explanation in my head that explains vampires walk on the walls/ceiling so that they can better smell their prey.

After a while, the vampires started to sense me.

I recall a fight, inside a supermarket or factory. I was with some people. Allies. We're trying to get out. We were able to go through the enemies, but the garage door-like entrance was already closing. Then we were caught by an enemy female doctor/scientist, in white lab coat and ponytailed black hair, wearing eyeglasses. We were stuck in ice blocks, and we were told not to move or we would be cut.

A comrade, a guy who looked like the enemy army guy in the movie Avatar, with his short white hair, muscled frame, and commander demeanor. We listened to how the female doctor can't reach her full potential, and our comrade sympathized with her. He swore to get her out of here.

We were put in cages. One of our comrades, a bipedal beagle with a red cape, wanted to pee. I saw him try to hide, as he pee, and then he did something. The next scene, I was with my fellow prisoners. We heard an explosion, and then we were told by the guards that our ally is dead.

I was in our home town, walking with Mike G. His father owns a store in our home town. We went there. His brother is also there. We saw the store closed. It was an internet store. I was playing a game there, and I saved them in various computers. When we went in and opened the store, kids went in to play. The only remaining station where I saved my game was one where I didn't go far in the game. It was station 2.

I was falling. We were falling from the sky. Everything seems to be falling from the sky; bit and pieces of machinery and metal. We were in a wide field, with some buildings afar, and a sea beyond it. We saw the huge, yellowish moon, and a coming lunar eclipse.

We saw our bipedal dog ally standing on top of one of the crashed metal ships, as if it was the most natural thing on earth. We then went directly to the fortress of the enemy. We tried to sneak in, but when I climbed to the second floor, the enemy saw us. I kicked one off the second floor towards an ally on the first, and they fought.

Then I had to fight a stronger foe. He was carrying a retractable white stick. So was I. He was stronger, and he told me that the next time he hits my left hand, it's over. I went into a rage and defeated him, although "I" was away from my body then.

Then I was with a guy. We were supposed to go to Forest Park/Mansilingan. We were waiting for an Eroreco jeep, going south.

We faced the huge, turtle "jumping board." The others have been fighting him before I arrived at the scene. Then one of us hit him physically, and he started complaining to the boss. The boss, who looked like the chief of Grimoire Heart, used magic to turn the huge turtle into a tube-shaped stick, and they all went into it, including a "prince," his son.

We traveled with it, but we can hear them talking and making noise, so we decided to leave them behind, and hid them under some palm-shaped leaves in a forest. The last thing I heard was that they notice it's sunrise/sunset.

Date: 09-05-10
Length: 1 Day
Vividness: 10/10

I was in a hotel room with my two sister, Marin and Manon.
Dakota and my mom was there too.
I stepped out of bed and kept telling myself this was a lucid dream... I just knew.
I made a bunch of things come off the wall and made glass plates float.

It was night time, but I decided I didn't want to go to bed, so I pointed my finger at where I thought the sun would be, and dragged it upwards to make it into day time.
These UFOs began to descend from the sky and I could tell it was my sub-conscience trying to scare me out of my lucidity.
I pointed and them and turn them into unicorns, problem solved.

I began walking around town with this one guy telling him that I could control everything.
I stole some fruits nearby by launching some fruits off the tables into my hand.
I walked into a restaurant and looked up onto a hill where suddenly, a huge explosion happened.

I told myself "When I walk through this door, I'm going to end up at the explosion site".
When i got there, I went into a barn and told myself that when I turn the corner, Marin will be there.
I turned the corner.. But she wasn't there, however I did hear footsteps.
I called Marin's name and I heard her answer.
I went inside the shack where the sound came from, and Marin and her friend were there.
I told her about my ability of controlling everything and she asked if we could go to our Thousand Oaks home.
They held on to my hand and when we opened our eyes, we were in this weird house.
I searched around and saw this one girl sleeping a room.
She ran out when she saw me.

The phone rang, saying they had a mission to go on, and I came to the conclusion that my dad and his friends were a team like the Order of the Phoenix.

I woke up.

-frenchblablabla

Non-Lucid


I had this really weird and disturbing dream after watching an episode of Scrubs. I’m going to watch Scrubs more often from now on.

When the dream started I was working in the hospital from Scrubs. A lot of weird stuff I can’t clearly recall was going on for quite some time but then an elderly man came in. He asked some questions to the lady behind the counter and left again. I and a marine (I have no idea where he came from) went outside. We saw him go into the house next to the hospital holding two girls by the hand. I and the marine thought he was up to something and that we should be keeping an eye on him but our boss told us to get back to work.

Then, suddenly there was an explosion. I and the marine ran outside and saw there was a huge crater where the old man’s house was standing before. Out of the crater there climbed some kind of zombie. It slashed himself through some bystanders and ran into the large open area behind the hospital. The marine started pursuing him and I climbed onto the roof because I felt that’d be safer. At some distance from the hospital the zombie found its path obstructed by some bushes. The marine closed in on it but the zombie turned around and lunged at him.

The marine was able to roll to the left just in time but the zombie did wound his leg. I started backing up a little since I worried the zombie would come for me but it turned around and went for the marine again. The marine then grabbed a grenade from his belt and hurled it at the zombie. The zombie exploded and I was flung backwards by the force of the explosion. When I got down from the roof I found the marine at the edge of the crater caused by the grenade, both of his legs severely injured. Some medics came to help him and our boss told him that though he would never walk again he had been of great service to everybody by killing the zombie.

The first thing I remember is walking through an abandoned school. I can tell it's a school from the slightly moldy, but still identifiable posters everywhere that have the alphabet and other grade school concepts on them. The building itself is in an odd state of disrepair, with some sections being totally ruined and overgrown with moss and roots that don't seem to go anywhere, and others being pristine and flawless. From the windows that line the hallway I'm walking through, I can see that it's raining outside, and lightning flashes intermittently. There is a smell of rotting meat that pervades the entire complex no matter where I go.

I'm dressed in my grandfather's flight jacket from WW2 with a white scarf wrapped around my neck. In my right hand there is a silver .357 magnum, and I can feel fistfuls of bullets in my jacket's pockets. A long knife hangs in its sheath on my left side, and I constantly find myself resting my left hand on it. Finally, there is a small bag slung over my shoulder, and I can hear some objects banging up against each other as I walk, but I don't check what's in the bag just yet.

I continue walking for some time, always checking over my shoulder every few minutes. However, out of nowhere, all the doors in the hallway open up and the undead begin to pour out of them in huge numbers. Their faces are rotting and green foam forms around the jagged teeth in their mouths, their clothes ragged, and their fingers all end in black, bird-like talons. They begin to shriek in one continuous cry as they begin to charge at me by climbing walls, crawling on the ground, and jumping from the ceiling to the floor. I quickly raise my gun and fire off a single shot into the horde in front of me. The gun is much more powerful than it might seem, as the mere act of firing the gun shatters all the glass around me, and the bullet's force rips through every monster in front of me at once. I then turn and dispatch the undead behind me in the same manner.

This proves to be a useless act, though, as more begin to charge down the hallway behind me, so I take off, running to a stairwell. After quickly climbing the stairs, I drop the bag I had down the stairwell and shoot the bag as soon as it hits the floor. The bag explodes and destroys the fragile staircase, and the rubble blocks the horde from chasing me any further.

This new floor is not much different from the first aesthetically, but now I begin to check each room. In the first six rooms, there is nothing but ruined classrooms, but in the seventh, I see the woman-in-red sitting at a desk. This time, her hair is tied up in a ponytail, and she's wearing a Catholic school girl's uniform with a red sweater-vest and white stockings. Her red eyes meet mine, and she smiles and gives a small wave, after which I close the door.

All of a sudden, I feel the hairs on the back of my head stand up and I impulsively duck and roll away. The place where I was standing is suddenly torn apart by the claws of what appears at first to be a wolf-man in ripped clothes. However, as the wolf-man turns to me, I can see that it's actually my best friend. While her face and body seem human, many periphery features such as her ears and the color of her eyes are a wolf's instead. In addition, her fingernails are sharp claws, she has pointed canine teeth, and a tail swishes back and forth behind her.

She lunges at me again, and I respond by shooting four shots at her. She is able to dodge these bullets, and knocks my gun aside. We then begin to strike at each other, her with her claws and I with my knife for some time until I'm able to knock her to the ground with a tackle. I then jump over her prone body, snatch up my gun and frantically begin to reload it as she gets up and begins to howl in fury. At the last instant, I finish loading the gun and point it at her just as she slashes at my throat. I can feel the sharpness of her claws on my neck as I pull the trigger, and muzzle flash and crack from the gun is the last thing I'm aware of before I wake up.

Wow, it feels like forever since I last got on these forums! Hopefully I'm back to stay awhile...

So in recent months I haven't really even tried to lucid dream. If I did try it would fail every time; maybe things just got too routine to be meaningful enough to cause my brain to go lucid. I honestly don't know. But I think now that I have spent a decent amount of time away from lucid dreaming, as long as I have a goal in mind I can get back into it.

That goal came to me last night as I watched Inception for the second time. Of course I realized how much of it isn't true to real life, but a lot of things from the movie could work, with some slight modifications. So I decided that in the coming weeks I'm going to try to take as many concepts from Inception as possible and turn them into a real life, working form. At the same time I will simply be keeping a normal journal of my dreams to aid in recall. For the sake of those that dislike people using Inception for real-life lucid dreaming, I'll be including small sections that explain the reasoning behind each part, to prove I'm not mindlessly following a hollywood story.

Last night, being the first of this quest, I had to start small and simple, with something that could work without a few days' practice beforehand. That narrowed things down to none other than the kick. I went with Non je ne Regrette Rien, the song used in Inception, set to an alarm on my netbook (using Easy MP3 Alarm) so that it would deliver the kick right about 4:00am.

I don't recall a lot about the dream I was having, but I do remember that suddenly everything went black, and I heard the sound of a trumpet as if it had been recorded and then exponentially slowed down. It faded in and out, the blasts increasing in pitch and frequency as time went on. After a few seconds, the trumpet was normal speed, and I could hear Edith Piaf's voice in addition to the trumpets. I was successfully awakened by the song.

Why it works: This is up for debate, but I believe the reason this song in particular is effective at waking people up is because the trumpets function similarly to a beat in an isochronic tone. Because the trumpets sound off at a relatively high frequency, your brain's natural reaction is to adjust to match that frequency, which is too high for sleeping, thus waking you up.

After that, I got up, shut down the netbook so I'd stop wasting electricity (I'm no environmentalist, but that stuff isn't cheap! ), and then got back in bed, hoping I'd remain conscious enough to reach lucidity.

Next time my eyes opened, I was laying on a mattress without sheets, looking up at a roof of blue-tinted steel, and a very bright light. I sat up and walked out of my chamber, finding the whole building to be made of the same blue-ish metal. The architecture was odd--not based on squares and rectangles like normal buildings, but rather everything was based on a hexagonal shape. The hallways were also lined with screens that were embedded into the walls. They were displaying games and programs currently in testing. As I continued walking down the hallway, I passed a room where I could see the people who were actually doing the testing. I got the feeling that I was in the headquarters some software development company, or something of that nature.

When I got outside, I saw a group of my friends, but before I could even say anything to them, they had grabbed me and pulled me behind some weird structure, telling me that I had to be careful not to be seen by the police. Apparently I had accidentally committed some crime in regards to the software company, and false memory caused me to believe it. I also wasn't alone; one dream character had done the same thing as me, and had to hide as well.

After a while of just sneaking around trying to find our way home, I heard loud machine noises coming from behind me and turned to see a train driving along an elevated track. The track was horribly damaged and out of repair, and swayed back and forth as the train sped along, trying to cross the weak section before it gave way. It didn't happen; the tracks began to fall apart shortly ahead of the train, and within a moment the train had driven off the end and landed in a (very realistic) explosion.

Something about that explosion and its realism drew me very strongly into the dream, and everything took on a greater depth and clarity. I really felt like I was there, and perhaps I even had a sense of being in a dream, but it didn't register enough for me to truly be lucid.

At any rate, with the train drawing all the attention of the police, the DC and I no longer had to worry about sneaking around. In fact, we were primary witnesses of what happened, so the police and news reporters all wanted to ask us questions instead of turn us in.

I walked around and talked to some people after that, but the dream was pretty much over from that point; nothing very interesting happened thereafter. What I do find interesting is how my mind translated my desire to really be in the dream--as in, a dream that I'm in deeply enough for it to be clear and have the depth of consciousness to it--in the form of an explosion. Usually I would have thought such a thing would cause me to wake up, but it seems that something surprising and highly realistic does the exact opposite. I'll have to remember that...maybe it could come in handy if I'm ever lucid and the dream is fading! Just make something explode

Well, I'm going to work on a totem today and see if I can apply that principle to reality checking. Wish me luck!

okay, these are mostly fragments so... lol

dream1: I was outside of my school (hmm I dream alot about school, dream sign perhaps?) and my PE/health teacher was there, along with some other students including my friend Ashley (or Ash. for short). I looked at her and asked what we were doing. She shrugged and I saw a large white bus/space ship like thing. Mr. C. told us to get in it. We did. I sat in the back (the seat was looking out the back window.) along with Ash. She mumbled something I think and I said something. We "took off" and were in the sky. I saw my other friend "Em" in another one. Suddenly I was poilet and everyone else was gone. I had to ram into Emily's "ship". I hit it hard and her's kinda exploded. I fell out but survived. I looked for Emily, but she was gone. Then I woke up.

dream 2: There was a kitten & bunny. (another grey kitten, dream sign?) The kitten talked to the bunny and said something like, "We'll be best friends forever!" then they got swallowed by a whale. (by the way, I don't know where I was in the dream, I think I was invisible or something) They seemed to be in a forest though. They played and stuff, then I woke up. AWWW CUTE BUNNY AND KITTY!!!

Dream3: Hehe, I was with a guy from church who I kinda like. (Not saying names) He talked to me, and I talked to him. Then I woke up.

Dream4: uhm...I think I was on Noah's Ark or something... and I read a book.


notes:
I think my dream signs might be:
*Seeing a little grey kitten
**sometimes she has wings
*Seeing anyone from Skillet
**with Ben sometimes singing
*Being at school
**Seeing my gym/health teacher
** *Seeing my science teacher/ him killing/liking me

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March 8, 2011
Lucid Dream 190: FORE!!!
Series: Friends, Episode 5
around 10:00am
DILD

Category - Exploration/Action


I'm in the basement of my old house along with the cast of the t.v. show, Glee. Me, Puck, Finn, and Rachel are playing some sort of resident evil multi-player game. Quinn and Santana are there along with a girl I know, cC. We are at a boss battle against Tyrant. The dream shifts from us holding controls to us actually being in the game. cC is controlling the Tyrant and are all running running around avoided the attacks. The Tyrant's attacks are slow developing, but do to his large wingspan and massive claws on each hand, he covers ground rather quickly. I have a pistol in each hand and attempt a dodge/fire technique, but the claws catches me and knocks me across the basement and into the cinder-block wall. I slowly get to my feet and begin to search for an herb. I found one in the corner and immediately smoked a joint of it. I then went back to dodging and firing my dual pistols.

The Tyrant is knocking everyone around like crazy and it seems that we are doing no damage. I noticed that Rachel has a bad ass shotgun, but isn't using it. I yell at her and tell her to "F***ing Shoot it!" She fires one shot that comes nowhere close and screams in fear. She then runs behind the pack. I rip the shotgun out of her hands and hand her the pistols while yelling, "This is how you f***ing shoot this gun!" It was a pump shotgun and I walked up in front of the Tyrant and began blasting away at its face. I shot, quickly pumped, shot and repeated until the shotgun was out of ammo. It seemed to barely even hurt the Tyrant. I thought, "F*** this boss takes a lot of shots!" I looked around the basement to try and find something to use when I noticed a few red barrels in the corner (everyone knows what red barrels are for right?). I pulled Puck and Finn to the side and told them about the barrels. I then asked when we had last saved and they told me it was right before this fight. I told them that was good because we should probably just hit reset. Puck shouted, "Nah, lets kill this mother f***er right now!" I replied, "Dude, even when we kill him, what are we going to do for the rest of the game. We just wasted all the ammo we had been saving. For no reason, I might add." Finn agreed and Puck gave in. We hit recent and the scene started over. I immediately took the shotgun from Rachel and fired a few necessary shots to lure the Tyrant toward the barrels. It swung and i ducked under its arm and dove forward, spinning my body around to shoot the barrels. I fired the shot before I hit the ground and blew up the barrels. The Tyrant splattered all over the place. I looked around and was pissed because I had to clean all the blood out of the basement. For no apparent reason, I became lucid.

The Glee cast had changed to random DCs and I had forgotten all about them. I ran outside and took flight. I flew low over the ground and up over a nearby hill. I noticed there was a large structure in the distance as i grew closer and closer I could tell it was my castle. There were several folding beaches chairs in the front lawn. As I landed in front of the castle I saw my friends Cliff, Ryano, and Deej. Kate Beckinsale was sun bathing in one of the fold out chairs. I greeted my friends and then bent down and whispered in Kate's ear. She opened her eyes a replied, "Oh, hey baby." I then kissed her and rubbed my hand on here stomach. She was wearing a very sexy two piece bikini. I wanted to f*** her right there, but I resisted. I then walked back to my friends and told them we were lucid. I started doing the "look at your hands" RC and everyone else started doing it too. My hand was completely normal except my thumb and pinky had changed positions. Ryano had a couple toes on one of his hands. We kept showing each other the weird things are hands were doing. I noticed there were some scattered golf balls laying on the ground, so I turned to Kate and said, "My Queen, will you fetch my driver?" She then reached under her chair, said, "One step ahead of you," and handed me a driver.

The rest of my friends suddenly had golf clubs as well. There were also random people walking around in the field. We all began trying to hit the people with golf balls. I noticed a little kid holding a balloon. I hit the ball and then concentrated on the balloon. I imagined it popping. I then saw the golf ball smack into the balloon and popped it. The liitle kid started to cry, but was soon knocked out by Ryano's golf ball. I fist pumped the air and shouted, "Shut the f*** up whiny little b****!" He then started high five'n everyone. I turned back to the field and searched for a good person to peg. I saw an old man walking with a cane. I stroked the ball in a line drive and guided with my mind right into the cane. It shattered and the old man fell face first into a cow pie. I then noticed Ryano was way out there beside the old man. Ryano took his foot and smashed the old guys head deeper into the cow pie with it. He performed the Captain Morgan pose" using the back of the old man's head as a foot stool. We continued to peg the pedestrians until I felt the dream slipping. I decided to DEILD as opposed to trying to stabilize.....

Series Details
In the dream series, "Friends," I join the DC counterparts of my waking life friends and tackle the dream world. You never know what we will be up to next, but I guarantee it will be one hell of a time. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!