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This is a lot to remember, so it will be fuzzy.

The dream was similar to Groundhog Day, where I kept dying and restarting. Somehow, a bear was in my neighborhood, and it didn't like me. The first few times I just called animal control, who would take it away while it stared me down.

For some reason, they didn't come, and when I stepped outside, I was attacked by a large black bear. The bear was in full "I am going to kill you and use your corpse to entertain my cubs" mode. I run inside, and the god damn bear punches through the fucking door. My wife runs in with a shotgun. I wait until he breaks open the second, stronger door and aim. The bear grabs the shotgun and starts attacking it. Somehow, it goes off, shooting her, who is relatively fine with this but leaves me to fend off the raging bear. I fall to the ground in this exchange, and then, I feel the barrel on my shoulder. I hear a boom and what feels like a jagged rock jammed into my body. Whoever said you won't experience pain in dreams is a liar.

The dream restarts. I should note here that every restart has only me remembering these previous encounters. I call animal control the second I restart. While waiting for animal control, I see people playing with the fucking bear, who is my nemesis at this point. Then, I see some guy who does street break dancing walking to the side of my house, where I am standing by the window. Confused, I wait, and then, I see he is leading a pack of kids with the god damn bear. The bear is docile and fun until he sees me, at which point he goes into a rage and kills most people in the group to get to me.

I am running now, expecting an angry bear neck bite. I run into a museum or something. I see a large ledge that is opposite the museum entrance while the bear is chasing me. Carefully, I get down without hurting myself, but the god damn bear flings itself over.

With the bear frozen in mid-air, a video clip plays, like from Rocky Horror Picture Show, explaining how falls impact different things. Basically, the bear should be dead. It didn't believe that, and I flee trying to get out of the museum so the police or something can kill it.

In my escape, I wind up at a party in the museum because the building is massive. A guy who looked like Dave Foley gets a note that says "bear in bank." He immediately disperses the party. Panic in the museum erupts as the bear charges out of an area close to us with a body in its mouth at me.

There is a melee between the bear and I, so I can say, dreamwise, I wrestled a bear once, and I know I am about to die. I get an advantage, and like Simba fighting Scar, I flip him off the ledge from before, which is close to us. He stands up, completely on his hind legs, and just stares at me, with broken bones protruding from his skin.

I run, open a door, and I am on a field trip to Disney with my friends and family to a secret Disney science museum. The museum is pretty cool with moving side walks and screens explaining exhibit. If you face the screen, it will be the only sound you hear. There is a booth to get trophies if you saw X things. It's pretty interactive.

I rush through it because I am extremely paranoid, knowing the god damn bear lurking. The dream ends with my wife telling me next is the zoo with this really sad story about a bear who was attacked by some guy. I turn around and ask "Was it a black bear?" as my alarm clock (Machine Head's Locust) blares.

Also, my other alarm tone is Rick Ross' Hustlin', and I have 7 alarms that alternate between the two songs. So, sometimes I'd have that song leaking into the dream.

Cartoon Worm

This is the second cartoon dream I've ever had. This makes it really strange to me.

It was like I was watching a movie, but the events were real. There was a green caterpillar, but in my dream it was some type of worm. It was green with a dark green stripe and a light green stripe.

The worm was on a stick under water. It swam from the right side of my field of view to the left, but then it saw a snake, so it swam back to the stick and tried to hide behind it, though the worm was much larger than the stick.

The worm was swimming to a mate, but couldn't make it due to the snake. I watched the worm swim in an undulating motion the way you might expect a worm to wiggle.

When the worm was hiding behind the stick, he started shaking with fear. I could almost see the lines that one would draw to indicate shaking with fear.

The worm eventually swam to find it's mate again, but the dream ended.

Francis148's Dream

I was in school and its was raining.We were getting inside the school building when i find that i left my school bag outside.I searched for it but i didn't find.I head for my classroom.I don't know how my uniforms got dirty.
Now i lost my classroom and i find i have a exam to give.somehow i managed to reach the exam hall and i found that i haven't bought drawing sheets and color(painting exam).I was thinking they usually provide drawing sheets.I asked one of my classmates if they have extra.He gave me but sheet was of no use.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was out walking along some damp, sandy shoreline with my sister and my oldest nephew. It was a nice, sunny day. The water was to our right. We were probably pretty close to the water, too. The shore itself was probably pretty narrow.

We passed some really beautiful scene on our left. There was a big, beautiful lawn (though the grass may have seemed to be a little dried and yellowy). At the end of the lawn was some kind of beautiful, classical mansion or palace or plaza.

I can't really remember it that well at all. It was gleaming white, and it had a lot of columns. There were people in some non-modern dress walking around on the grounds and in or near the structure. Parts of the grounds may have been open from the shore. Other parts may have been separated from the shore by a fence.

My sister pointed to the beautiful scene and said, "This reminds me a lot of my trip to Italy."

For some odd reason I took a really sarcastic tone with my sister. I said, "Pfft! There's nothing like that in real life!" (??? ) I then either said, "That's only a painting," or, "That should really remind you of a painting."

My sister and nephew and I were now walking in the downtown area of some smaller town. We three seemed to be among the few people out on the street.

It was still a nice, sunny day. We walked down a street with dark tan or brownish buildings that were probably around eight to twelve stories tall.

Suddenly I saw, across the street from us, a huge helicopter descending from above the building tops. The helicopter had a dull, blue underside. It was shaped a bit awkwardly, like if you were to put an old, corded phone's receiver into a blanket and then try to make a rectangle out of that mass.

The helicopter was moving pretty slowly. It was still descending, and it looked like it was directed toward us. I'm -- pretty sure -- that at this time I recalled a time IWL in 2002 when I was in downtown Santa Fe, New Mexico, and a huge, black, military copter floated down toward me and seemed to follow and watch me for half a block or so.

I'm pretty sure that I was really worried that this helicopter was going to do the same thing to me. I had been really afraid in Santa Fe -- so afraid, I'd had to hold onto a wall near me to stay standing.

But I didn't want my sister and nephew to see me that way. So I tried to show that I was actually interested in this aircraft, rather than that I was afraid of it.

But as the helicopter descended, it turned out that I really was more interested in it than afraid of it. The helicopter actually looked like some form of public transportation -- like a bus, but with propellers instead of wheels!

I could see now that the helicopter-bus was going to land and unload passengers at a building on the corner of a block just up ahead and across the street from us. I ran toward that building, leaving my sister and nephew behind.

I got into the building. It was like a hollowed-out lobby of an office building, but with something to its atmosphere that made it seem like a bus station. There were concrete pillars through the room. The window-walls of the lobby must have been tinted, because the light coming in was kid of smoky-amber colored. The floors may have been covered in a short, tight, brown carpet.

I'd come in through some doors to the left of the corner of the building. But the helicopter, I saw, had landed at the corner of the building. There were some hospital-like, sliding-glass doors that opened along with the opening of the helicopter's doors. A little wheelchair-ramp-type structure went down from the doors to the floor.

I ran up to the sliding glass doors as they opened. There were no passengers in the helicopter-bus, even though the helicopter-bus had apparently landed to let passengers off.

The pilot stood just outside of the bus for a moment or two. He was tall, white, with a kind of big belly. He had short, shaggy, red hair and a short, shaggy beard. He wore squarish eyeglasses.

I didn't say anything to the man. I just stood there, kind of awed that I was seeing such a new, incredible element of public transportation.

The man understood my feelings, though. He said, "Well, it's fun for now. But the city'll get rid of it soon. This is the new thing. And when the next new thing comes around, they'll forget all about this thing."

I now spoke to the man, but it was like I was speaking to him in my head, or through narration, as I was heading back out onto the street, out to my sister and nephew.

I told the man, "Oh, no -- they'll never get rid of this. It's too great! And it makes so much sense. It's so efficient!"

I may now have been telling my sister and nephew something as we watched the helicopter lift up and away. The helicopter seemed to be going right back in the direction it had come from. So did we. We seemed to be walking right back down the block we'd walked up.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I sat in some huge room. I sat in a school desk, which was part of some U-shaped area of either desks or tables, maybe made out of wood. Other than this structure, the room was empty.

The room had orange-tan colored walls, which were as tall as the walls of a cathedral. Along the top of the wall ran some kind of LED display, like an electronic ticker tape display that scrolls out news.

The sign was saying that somebody, possibly Sir Isaac Newton, had confessed his guilt regarding something. This was something like a murder, or a rather contemporary, scandalous-sounding crime.

Previously I'd been accused of this crime. Now that Sir Isaac Newton had confessed, I would no longer be considered guilty.

A woman came up to the desk where I was sitting. She may have stood me up to lead me away. I may have been working at something on a computer. I may have been a little reluctant to leave the work.

Dream #2

In an almost completely dark room, there was a girl, maybe eleven or twelve years old, standing in an orange-peach colored dress. The dress was in the eighteenth century style, with the outer layer in a sheer kind of material. The girl may have had her back left leg lifted behind her, as if she were performing a ballet step.

Dream #3

I was in a dark space, almost like a small corridor on a large airplane or in a space station. I walked toward a dimly lit area near the "front" of this corridor.

The astronaut Michael Collins was in the lit space, working at a small box of machinery. Collins looked young, and he may have been wearing a NASA jumpsuit.

I may have worked with Collins. I figured I was going to help him with whatever he was doing right now.

Dream #4

I was alone in a bedroom. The room was kind of big and it had high walls. But it felt like a college dorm room, not a bedroom. There may have been a regular bed and at least one bunk bed.

Suddenly the lights went out in the room. There was a tiny bit of light in the room, giving everything a very faint, very dim blue tint.

I felt my way around in the room, waving my arms in front of me -- although I may actually have been doing this before the lights went out. I was frantically trying to turn the lights back on, either with the power of my own mind or by finding the light switch. But I couldn't do it.

I told myself not to panic. I went to the door. Even though I was kind of disappointed with myself for being so afraid that I wanted to leave the room, I was going to leave. I couldn't think of how to get the light on, and I couldn't stand being in darkness.

But when I got to the front door, I was also afraid. I felt like there were people out in the hallway (like the hallway of a college dorm hall) waiting to attack me.

I looked through the peephole on my door. Outside I saw, leaning against the wall opposite the hall from my door, a young, blonde woman, pale skinned, very pretty, dressed in blue jeans and a black, turtleneck sweater. She leaned against the wall with her hands joined and placed behind her.

(Note: I've been using being alone in an empty room as a dream-sign, hopefully to induce lucids. I noticed that many of my lucids have occurred when I was alone in a room. So I've had quite a few "alone in a room" dreams -- and I've still failed. Ugh.)

O'm at a fair somewhere, I am about 16 or 17 years old and i'm with my boyfriend ((no one i know, just a random dream character)). We see a ride..it's a water flume or a ride similar and we go on it ..I think we had to go on it for some reason but cant remember why. We sat on like a wooden raft and we are at the top ready to go down. He then fingers me ((omg lol)) he had to do this for some reason aswell but not sure what the reason was. At first I was quite shocked but then it felt really nice so i was quite happy to leave it there . I remember going down the water slide and we could see the other side, I am feeling quite scared , i gasp and arch backwards as the wave comes towards us but then we make it over and get to the other side. ((dream skip)) I am now in the grounds of the fair, my boyfriend has gone but i dont know where...he's just vanished. There is a man and he talks to me ((i can only remember this part very slightly)), he says something which i remember was of importance but i no longer remember what he said...then i wake up

Dream - Lucid

I was in my room, but it looked much different than my waking life room. There was a small dresser, and the top of it was covered in shrunken head skulls. I had apparently gotten them from an old friend, Cameron.

For some reason, these skulls really started to freak me out. I wanted to get rid of them, or hide them or something.

There were also tons of kittens, and they all looked like my waking life cat, Belle, who is pure white and extremely fluffy. They ranged from being an older kitten, say maybe 6 months or so, to infants, being able to easily fit in the palm of my hand. I had put them all in this big closet to get them away from the skulls. I put some of the smaller ones in boxes with pillows and blankets in them.

After awhile, I started to worry about the kittens. I entered the big closet and opened a small box, revealing 3 newborn kittens laying on some pillows. Their eyes weren't opened yet. They moved around very slowly. I thought one of them was dead, so I picked it up. It moved a bit. Thank goodness. I put the lid back on the box.

My brother and I were then in my room. I asked for his help to get rid of these skulls. We got a huge cloth sack and started to frantically just dump the skulls in. I was explaining to my brother where I had gotten them and what they were.

All of them had these little stoppers on the bottom to stop stuff from falling out of them. One of the stoppers fell out, and more even smaller bones came out of it.

We kept on shoving the shrunken skulls into the sack. I just wanted them out of my room...there was something about them that really fucking scared me.

The dream begins with me on a bike on a very step mountain. I already know I"m dreaming, and the words -- "I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming!" -- are bouncing around in my head.
I begin to pedal the bike down the hill, a voice behind me says to stop going so fast, so I speed up faster. I'm going so fast that when I hit a bump I get shot up into the air. I'm now flying over the trees. I feel so free, but it's a bike it doesn't fly, so I crash onto a building with may floors but no walls. There are monsters on the building, skeletons and dogs, and possibly zombies. I began to fight them knocking them over the sides. I even trick a skeleton to fall off the side without my help.(This whole dream takes place in the dark by the way.)I then fall off of the building and find myself in a barren landscape, with cracks criss-crossing the whole desert. There is a farmhouse and scattered water towers around. There is also distant shapes of mountains. In a sudden thought I tell myself I want to run fast. So I turn toward an open area and start running. "Run fast." I say to myself and before you know it I'm running at a super fast speed. The color of the dream changes to be a yellow grainy sand color, but then switches back to normal mis-run. I then stop running and turn my attention to the sky. I used the same technique as how I got myself to run and I started to fly. I was flying just as fast as my running. I started to bob and weave above and under water towers. Rubbing them as I go past, so that I stabilize the dream. The same color change that happened with the running also happened with my flying. I then told myself that I wanted to find the DV Academy. I keep lying until a large building comes into view on my left. I bank towards it, steadily slowing down until I land softly on the ground. I look at the entrance and it says DV Academy, but instead of heading inside their is a small shack behind me that says DreamViews. I enter the shack and this is where I believe I became semi-lucid.Inside the shack is my mother, my friend from school, and some random lady. They're all wearing old style clothes. I then realize that I have to use the restroom. I exit the house and enter a snow filled area, I then turn to the side of the shack. There are stairs leading up to the top. I'm about to head up them, but a shadow that disappears behind the house, makes me think otherwise. I run into the house, and lock the door behind me.
"Whats wrong?" My friend says, as she looks at me with a questioning look.
"There is something out there."
"Did you use the restroom?" she asks.
"No, I got scared."
"Jordann, don't be stupid there is nothing out there." she tells me as she tries to open the door. I don't letter and it soon becomes a wrestling match. The lock of the door breaks off and I am encased in a cocoon of fear."Mom!" I yell as I run into the old kitchen. Allison broke the lock to the house and there is something out there. My mom drops what she is doing and runs towards the door.
The dream ends with my mom trying to fix the lock.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a room like a preschool classroom, although the room was supposed to be an office. The room was dark, except for the glow of a TV, which I was sitting on the floor and watching, (though my view seems to have been from slightly outside my body). The room seemed pretty empty -- no desks or tables; just chairs and short bookcases lining the walls.

Someone came into the room and pulled one of the chairs out of the room. The person was all in shadow, but he seemed to me to have been a young, male office worker. The chair he pulled out was an office- style swivel-chair. All the chairs in the room may have been like that.

I knew the guy wasn't supposed to take the chairs. And I knew he knew it. He basically just wanted to steal. But I was too afraid to stand up to him and stop him.

Now I was in the room with "my co-workers." The lights were on in the room, and there were desks in the room. But there weren't enough chairs for all the desks. In fact, there were hardly any chairs at all.

The boss (I think) said, "Someone from another office has been stealing our chairs! How the hell are we all gonna sit down?"

I knew who stole at least one of our chairs. But I didn't want to say anything. I didn't want to betray that I'd been too afraid to stand up to the guy.

So now I and another guy were going out looking for chairs. The boss had told us, I "knew," that we should go to all the rooms in this building. And room that looked like it had way more chairs than it needed had obviously been stealing chairs from us. So we were to "take the chairs back" out of that room and to our room.

The man and I wandered through the hallways, which were kind of narrow, short, and grey. We went into some smaller rooms, which were apparently multi-office rooms or single offices. Some of them looked like classrooms.

Then we ended up in a pretty big conference room. The room was dark, with our only light coming in through the hallway. The room was empty, with just a few school desks and chairs here and there, overturned, not in any real order. But it looked like there weren't more chairs than desks, so we couldn't take chairs from this room.

But being in the conference room made me think. If the man searching with me thought we should be looking in conference rooms for chairs, then we should probably be looking in the conference room closest to our office. Something about the way the guy had stolen the chair had made me think he wouldn't go far with it.

In my excitement at thinking I knew where we should go, I gasped a bit and lifted my left arm up, almost like I was raising my hand to ask a question in class. I then put my hand to my lips. I said, "We should go to the..."

But I had to strain to remember the name of the conference room. Finally I got it. I said, "We should go to the Goshen Room!"

The man said, "That's right! I was just about to say the same thing!"

We were now in the Goshen Room. There were chairs all over the place, as well as school desks. Everything was overturned and disordered. But it seemed pretty obvious that there were too many chairs in here.

The man spoke to me (although I seemed to be seeing from his viewpoint) as if we were looking at a grisly murder scene. He said, "Go. Get the others from the office. We need to gather the chairs quick. These people will be back soon."

The man himself now seemed to have been heading for the door, to get the other people from the office. I was deeper in the room, looking at the chairs. The swivel-chairs' seats had been completely unscrewed from their bases, kind of like a bolt screwing into a hole, or a bottle cap screwing onto a plastic bottle top.

I stood staring at a few swivel chair bases. I figured we'd all have to carry this stuff back to our office in awkward armfuls, then screw everything back together there. I wondered if we'd be able to get everything of ours back to the office, and if we'd be able to put it all back together.

Yesterday's dreams:

I had climbed to the top of this huge cliff/mountain. I was alone and I got tired so I fell asleep on this little ledge next to the highest steepest part of the cliff. I "woke up" and saw where I was and freaked out. I was so scared that I couldn't move. I noticed my cat was now with me sleeping by my head (as she was in real life). I noticed she was right my the edge. I was a little worried for her. I didn't want her to fall. But I knew cats were pretty sure footed, so I started worrying about me again. I had no idea how I was going to get off this cliff when I was so terrified I couldn't move. So I just laid there.

Finally this man comes to me. He looked about 45 or 50 years old and Mexican, but spoke with an American accent. He told me his name was Journel. He was very calm and confindent. He convinced me to take his hand and stand up. Once I was up I started getting my confidence back, and I knew I would be able to make it down the montain.

Dream 2:

I was excited to start this long hike. It was something I had wanted to do for a long time. I had gotten all this stuff ready for it. It seems like there were things distracting me from getting started, but finally I was off. But when I looked at my watch it was 4:00 in the afternoon. I had wanted to leave by 6:00 in the morning because this was going to take about 12 hours. But I decided that I was just going to go anyway. I was with Susan at this point, and Carl, I think.

Dream 3:

Another bad bathroom dream.

I was in a large group of people. I think it was by a mall of sorts. I needed to go to the bathroom. I wanted to go in the mall to my sister's Salon. I had to wait in a line to get into the mall. And then I found that I had to have some kind of pass to get in. But I convinced the lady that I knew the person in the Salon.

When I got to the restrooms I was that they were really just four toilets sitting out at the side of the store. There was a curtain that was supposed to pull across all four. I watied until there was a spot open and sat on the toilet. I couldn't get the curtain to pull across. I looked out and saw that the store was full of guys. I felt really embarrassed. But no one was paying too much attention to those of us on the toilets, so I finally just went.

My family and i were in a house that had moving rooms. Every so often the rooms would shift around.
At first it was fun, but then everyone got split up and no one could find each other. We all wound up meeting in the same room, but Nick was still missing.

We called to him, but his voice changed location every time. My stepdad went to look for bin. He climbed up this tube to the top floor, but he wound up coming out of a hole in the ground in the room next to us, on the same floor. I started to panic a little. I asked if anyone had a phone with a working Internet connection. No one did. We were eating snacks like chips on the floor for some reason.

I'm in a lab building, with some people. I went into another lab building with a person. A portal. Some lab-coat people run out of it. We tried to shoot them with lightning/fire from our fingers, but they just passed through us. Ghosts?

We entered the door/portal, and there are more lab-coat people running from the direction we're headed. I tried shooting more, but nothing came out of my fingers.

We kept walking, and walked down stairs. There were five levels. I was on the last level, and sensed great evil from it. I decided to walk back up. My companion urged me to go, but I complained why it has to be me. Why can't it be him or someone else. I cowered in the corner, hugging my knees. Now it looks like a castle, the walls are made of stone. I "saw" a giant shadow walk.

McDonald's. A Korean actor posing for a commercial for a noodle, that comes with the coke float of McDonald's. Walking in Lacson St, night, yellow lights.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was out on some road that appeared to be on a building top. I may have been standing outside at first. But, at least eventually, I was inside a vehicle, possibly a van. I was with some man and someone like my mom. The day was really sunny, maybe hot.

I saw an airplane flying up through the air, just after it had lifted off. But the back end of the airplane was shaped just like the back end of a space shuttle. The whole airplane may have been white and red, with a shiny, plasticky look.

I got kind of freaked out because the airplane had had the back end of a space shuttle. I thought the craft should be lifting up into the air much faster if it were a shuttle. I got the eerie feeling that it would start lifting quickly up into the air very soon. But something about the fact that it kept not lifting up into the air had me really panicked.

One of the people with me, probably the man, may have tried to convince me that the craft weren't actually a shuttle, and that its back end didn't actually look like that of a shuttle.

I looked over the building we were on. There was a space shuttle posed in front of the building, on some kind of metal-frame, like a statue. I tried to compare the craft in the air and the shuttle on the ground.

I must have been satisfied. We started driving away from the scene. I felt afraid to look back at the craft in the air. We passed some large passenger plane that looked normal. It gave me a huge sense of the relief, as if the craft in the air were normal.

We were now driving around on some tarmac, possibly at the foot of the building we had been on. We drove past one experimental plane. I knew about this whole place, and I knew about these experimental planes. I told the man about this plane. The man may now have been someone like my mom's old boyfriend.

We drove past another experimental plane. This one was all clear, like it was just a thin, metal skeleton covered over with the clear material that makes the walls of a greenhouse.

The plane was kind of needle-shaped, with something about it reminiscent of the Blackbird. It also had something to its design very much like the grid pattern underlying some computer animations. The plane also had a logo on its side saying "Scoop Technologies."

I told the man something about this plane as well, like I was a little kid showing off how smart I was to an adult man. We then passed another plane which may have been much, much larger than the clear craft. We then passed another experimental craft, which I may also have explained to the man.

Dream #2

I was in some building, on the second floor, laying on my stomach on the floor, staring out a window-wall. Below was some kind of small courtyard, floored with stone tiles, edged around with little gardens and trees, with some leafs blowing across the tiles.

Two girls were down in the courtyard area. They may have been in their early teens. They were both dressed in costumes. The costumes were like older European dresses, like from the Elizabethan era or a bit later than that. But the colors of the costumes were very bright, like Sailor Moon uniforms.

One of the girls saw me looking down at them. She ran up to the building, jumped all the way up to the window, and tapped her hand against the glass. The girl apparently liked me, and she was trying to let me know.

The girl was now back on the ground with her friend. The two girls spoke with each other for a moment. I couldn't believe the girl had managed to jump high enough to tap the window. I wanted her to do it again. But I also wanted her to do it again so I could make sure she liked me.

I tapped on the glass and waved the girl back to me. The girl came wandering back up to the building. The other girl warned the girl not to jump up to the window, since she'd get hurt really bad if she slipped and fell.

This time she didn't jump up to the window. She climbed up something like a thin, metal drain-pipe that had little pieces of metal like ladder-rungs running up it. The wall was red stone (so red it almost looked painted), and the drain-pipe and "ladder-rungs" were the same color.

The girl got up to the window and touched my hand.

Now the girl was down on the ground with her friend, a ways away from the building. The girl stood near a waist-high, silvery metal column. The girl lifted up her skirt and draped it over this column. She then kind of leaned over the column, so her torso was parallel with the ground.

I was now sitting somewhere, possibly on the roof of a building, with two women. We had a bunch of stuff with us like we were taking a trip to the beach. I sat on the floor, on a towel. There were a few other big beach towels all around me. On either side of me there were long beach chairs and tall parasols.

One of the women was my friend H's friend Y. Y sat on the edge of one of the beach chairs. Y was telling the other woman, in a different language, how she liked me, but how it seemed like all I ever did was study and think about intellectual things. Y wondered if I could possibly like her at all.

I spoke to Y in English, not letting on that I'd understood everything she'd just said in the foreign language, but letting her know that I was interested in her. But I then got worried about showing her any more of my feelings. H was coming back soon. And H liked me. She couldn't think I liked Y.

The Ogre-Elf

I´m in Hell...Around me only exists fire, ashes and brimstone...

Suddenly, in front of me,an ogre-elf appears. He is gigantic, like 50 stories high.

I´m inside a bird cage, an old one, those who had a round topside.
The whole cage is brown.

I manage to open the birdcage, and i start running.

I can feel the ogre-elf trying to reach me with his hand. I get scared...but all of a sudden, i realize i´m dreaming!

And then i thought:" If i throw myself into the ogre-elf´s hand, my fear will be so great, so tremendous that i´m gonna wake up right know"

I woke up

Comments: This is the first dream i remember, ever...
i must had four or five years old... and as far as i know, it was a lucid one...

13 Sep 2011

Some weird psychotropic thriller, I do not know what was going on but Dark_Merlin and I were attempting some weird lucid technique and every time someone said its title it occurred for one of us but it was extremely traumatic. It was a teleportation but it was sudden, uncontrollable and felt like what apparition in Harry Potter is described to feel like only worse. It scared the hell out of me and actually had me not wanting to go back to sleep when I had woken up for the first time in about ten years. I feel that I must admit that I was actually scared of becoming lucid and I hope that this is not a barrier to future attempts. Hamish and Andy had also requested that I meet them for lessons in walking each week. The girl I love was also at the tennis courts. The dream jumped between all of these things in a weird order. The whole dream was rather traumatic at the time. I was genuinely terrified of going back to sleep.