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I don't even know to call this a dream. This is my first dream journal, or addition of anything to this site, so I'll try to make it a good one.
I went to bed at 8:30, and woke up around 10 because a friend called. I wasn't able to talk to her, save for the words: "It's huge." I was floating in a giant, black expanse, and in front of me was a giant, twisting, red pillar. In the dream I immediately realized that this was God, and that it was the collection of every possible thing in every possible universe. I then felt myself as a part of it, not in my physical body but twisting around as a part of it. I back out of it, back into my bed, not into sleep. I would say that this was an accidental WILD except for the fact that I was able to hear my friends voice and respond to it during the "dream".

Title: My First Flight Date: 9/14/2010
Category: Flying Dream Lucidity: Mild Lucidity

Keywords: Blackness, Green, Floating / Flying, Vibrations


Description: I started at 04:30. I was laying flat on the bed with my hands at my side, relaxing my eyes. I had my Lucid Dream Timer set at 8,4,8,12,16,20,20,6. Within an Hr. I felt vibrations. Scenes were flashing before my eyes. I walked down a path from a house carrying a green plastic cover. I was holding the cover with both hands waving it trying to get all the dirt off. I could not keep the picture in my mind, everything went black. I felt my feet lift off the ground....I was floating. I could not see anything, but I felt it.

I was so excited by the prospect of floating that my energy rose too quickly and my dream state collapsed.

Note: To maintain the lucid dream state, you must modulate your emotions. (Don't let your energy rise too quickly).


Mental or Emotional State: Excited, Happy


Interpretation or Meaning: The color green represents luck, money, envy, new beginnings, nature and growth. It may also represent peace.

Blackness - Being "reborn" into the next phase of life.

Flying may represent freedom, or may represent the spirit. They may also represent rising above your difficulties or overcoming obstacles.

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

Notes:
This is a dream added from a few months earlier.

The entirety of this dream occurred in one classroom. It had beige walls, and long modern wooden desks; each desk was almost the length of the classroom and had many laptops lined up, with a swiveling chair in front of each one. Outside, it was pretty dark. Although the lights were off in the room, there was a long line of windows (like in reality) along the side of the classroom, and so enough light came in to illuminate the area.

The door to the room was closed.

I was with my friend, Alex. which wasn't really that odd. However, the strange thing was that we were both floating. To make things even more bizarre, I was wearing a normal, everyday outfit, but my Coach runners each had one maraschino cherry on the lace part.

We stayed in the classroom, floating and drifting around for a few minutes, and then Jim Carrey suddenly opened the door and walked right in. He asked us how we were able to fly, and neither of us knew how to explain it.

Ok so I had this dream about a year ago but I find it one of the more interesting dreams I have ever had.

I am laying on the field looking up at the sky which is full of stars and planets. The planets are so close that they appear bigger than the moon. Supposedly it is the anniversary of the bible?? Next to me is this girl, probably around 19yo however I cannot see her because it is night and pretty dark. She says "it has only been a month". Im not exactly sure what she meant by that. So we were laying on the field together and I remember feeling discomforted because i felt like I was supposed to be with this other girl. So I cuddled with her so that I would forget the discomfort. So she asks if I could be with her forever and I tell her to promise it. She then lets go of me and I start floating away from her into the air. I again start thinking of that other girl. As I was floating away I looked at the girl and she is wearing a white gown with a white hood over her head. I had one look at her face and it was full of regret and disappointment.

A Time Machine
7/20/2010

Some guy and V were with me, and a lot of other people, including some kind of teacher. She was operating the time machine, which was a door. She did something, and then the lights above the door flashed "ICE AGE". She opened the door and everyone went through. I was struggling to put on a coat.

With the same people, I was at a really nice in ground pool. It was super fancy. I went to jump in, but didn't go in the water. I kind of just floated above the water, and when I floated over the cement around the pool, I stepped down with one foot and floated up higher and with more speed. I kept flying/floating over the pool.

Fragments/Stuff Not Worth Going Into Detail About
Repeated sex with some guy. Grandmothers house. Mothers bedroom. Some guy in a truck. A shed that the guy is going to fix up to sleep in.








Masquerade
7/21/2010

My mother had drove me to my old middle school. I was wearing a beautiful red dress and a sparkling red masquerade mask. When I entered the school through the gym, it was packed inside with people in all kinds of outfits and costumes. In the gym, someone had set up the bleachers. They were filled with people, all of them standing and each person had a microphone. They were singing a Christina Aguilera song, "What A Girl Wants", but the lyrics weren't right. A studio camera was filming them, and when they were done singing, they filed out of the bleachers and left. Only me and another girl were left to sing. The girl picked up two microphones, one was smaller than the other, and I chose it. Then the girl spilled her drink on me, on purpose, and I got angry.

Non-lucid Part
In my dream there was a swimming pool.
I was swimming and it was half a pool half an ocean. The water was salty. There was a brick wall that I was near, which I think marked the boundary of land and ocean. It kind of jutted up from the water. Whenever a wave passed through I was afraid that I (or someone) may hit their head on the corner of the brick wall, but JS assured me that it was safe. The people in the pool (maybe about 20) were playing all sorts of games where they would react to different situations. One of the situations was armageddon-type where an asteroid or somteing would hit Earth. Everyone dived down under the water as deep as they could. This was probably about 8 metres. I couln't swim under though for some reason, and the seconds until impact was counting down in the fom of some erupting water thing on the side.
However I think I eventually managed to and there was Marieke Hardy and the Doctor from Triple J (a radio station) and we were discussing her legging colours. She was wearing stripy black and white leggings.

I had ran there with someone, I cannot remember who, after being on the bus with MB. She didn't want to run the path with me (which went uphill and through the woods) because she didn't orka.
I ran the path and came to this uphill bit and decided to run up it fast whilst the other person just watched. There were these joggers in the way though and I had to say "Excuse me! " to get them to move and they did but unfortunately at the same time a car was driving downwards so we all had to give way to the car and I fell off the hill (jumped) and had to do it again.

I woke up here, and then I fell asleep again.

Lucid Part
Holy shit.
I had a lucid dream.
I am just starting to remember it now. Maybe I didn't? It is hard to tell because it is so unclear and fuzzy...I can just remember checking my hands. I also know that there was some kind of factory and also my sister was in it. Argh ...@#$@#$&^#$

Shit yeah I'm starting to remember bits now! At first I thought I was dreaming but then I didn't have much control over what I was doing. And then I checked my hands again and could walking around more freely and stuff. I think that this is separate from when I didn't have much control; that it is a "better part" of lucid dreaming.

I got into the car with AK and DM and we were driving along the freeway and I was like, "Hey AK you should try to make the car fly!". It was awesome because she managed to do it. It was so fun. The car just started pulling upwards and going in the air. And then lots of other cars did this and we were like "Hey they're copying us >: (" hahaha. We drove to the factory and that part must've been pretty unlucid.

I think before this, I was back in Australind and thought "I could try to do a backflip" and utilise my ability to float x)
My dad thought it was super dangerous but that's because he didn't know I was dreaming I did it several times and it was fun. I also thought whilst in the dream that perhaps you could use lucid dreams to practice stuff you did in real life, like sports and stuff like that. I am unsure about this.

Whilst I was running somewhere, I took note of how real the sensations felt as compared to being awake.

Hmm. Even though it was lucid, it was so unclear that perhaps I was only dreaming that I had a lucid dream or something like that, lol.
Hopefully it will be clearer next time!

I'm at a track for horse-races, in the back. There are trailers around, and stalls as well. The place is deserted.

I don't know what clued me in to the fact that this was a dream. I think on that for a second, then shrug it off. I've been meaning to try flying. I jump into the air and swoop around for a bit. I remember to try to contain my excitement, but -

New dream. I'm probably ten years old, fighting a friend who has decided to be a witch. It's all in fun, and I trace sigils into the windows and tell her she can't get inside. In retaliation, she sets a bulletin board on fire. All of my photographs go up in flames, and I smother the fire with blue energies that aren't a tiny bit wet.

Fighting Fire. Scare Factor: 2.

I'm running up an underground staircase. I had the route planned out ahead of time, parkour sequences that he won't be able to duplicate. I've run through the attic of a school and into this place, a spiralling staircase with nothing but a thirty-story fall down the center.

I get to level ground, and something feels off. I look at my hand. It's clawed, and pale-white, and moving on its own. I watch with sick fascination as the fingers move in impossible patterns, until I tear my gaze deliberately away, trying not to get more freaked out.

When I look behind me, nothing is following. I look down the staircase and wonder what would happen if I -

I jump.

I feel the sick thrill of falling for a few seconds, before I reach out and catch myself in a web of orange and yellow, meters from the stone floor. I float in mid-air, close my eyes in contentment, and wake up.

Spiral Staircases. Scare Factor: 5.

I think I used to have better dream control than I do now. More frequent lucidity, as well.

September 2007

Why walk when you can fly? I have an impression of stone steps and pathways. They cling to the steep, grassy hilltop, jutting out into the wet, grey sky. The pathway seems to be large enough for only one person, but the pair of us climb the steps side by side.

I am looking ahead of us as the path ends at an alcove made of stone and concrete, similar to the one that used to be behind our apartment building in Ixburg, but it doesn't smell like mushrooms. If there is a smell, it's sharp, soft, clean. The smell of rain or of mountain air. On either side of the alcove, a trail begins, forking out from the steps. There the trail barely clings to the steep slope.

I can feel everything around me, imagining the texture of a surface as my eyes glance over it. The pebbles in the pathway, the grass and moss... everything tingles with the prospect of rain.

I let go of the ground, and drift upwards slowly until I am floating about a foot above the path. I am being pulled upward and pushed downward, and I hold on to the feeling. This is effortless.

Like a ghost - a painfully, ecstatically alive ghost - I drift alongside my companion. We discuss this phenomenon. I can still feel the ground, the sky, the grass. I simply didn't want to walk anymore, I explain.

The breeze doesn't occur to me. I am not bothered by rippling air currents. All that exists is the humming force which keeps me suspended in my dreamworld.

Gravity Hack. Scare Factor: 1. I wonder who my guide was in that dream. I think he was part-animal in the mythological sense, somewhat similar to a minotaur. Except more friendly.

Lucid Part
Yes, I most definitely lucid dreamt last night. It was so hazy though :/
Kinda funny because I could only stay lucid whilst near my bed. Like, if I went to walk off it would stop being lucid. Because if I went to walk off, I wouldn't be able to see myself in the mirror and realise that I was lucid (yay dream logic!). But this sucked because I couldn't leave to try and go to Sweden, which I seem to always try to do xD
It wasn't too exciting, I just did floating around things and backflips and stuff.

I kept on slipping in and out of sleep paralysis (being awake). It was really hard to control.
[...]
I took IE's advice and tried to feel how real breathing and stuff felt. It felt like the real thing.

Non-lucid Part
I was buying cake donuts (wtf are "cake donuts"? xD) in Skellefteå lol on my way to see TW (!). There were lots of Australians at that shop and they were quite annoying :/ That cake looked so delicious though.
Music by Karnivool (a damn awesome Perth band) was playing in the background of the shop.
I was paying in Australian money, too. Wtf. I wanted four cakes and that would bring my total to $20.25. I gave the chick (who was also Australian) a $50 note (I gave this to her at the start, she wanted it first, and THEN i would buy the cakes) so then i gave her 10c so that she wouldn't have to get heaps of change. But for some reason she only gave me $10 change, as if $20 + $10 = $50.

Oh yeah, there was this weird cat trick thing. And it looked after your household if some criminal was going to rob it. It could detect loud music. The cat had to jump onto the windowsill but do a twist on the way (like gymnastics). Then it would grab the ledge and look through the window. Its eyes started glowing and it was scary. It detected loud music or something.
The cat was really cute and very well trained. It kept trying and trying to reach the windowsill, and I caught it when it missed. Eventually it grabbed it. Good cat :3 This part of the dream I associate with giants and other worldy houses for some reason. I also associate it with some map that helped detect the criminals.

I was having a pretty bad dream, where I got sent to jail for 7 years for doing something (I can't remember what). I was really sad and scared that I was going to be going to jail. I mean, I can still remember that sinking feeling I got, that such a large percentage of my life was going to waste.
In the dream I was so upset that I was like "I hope this is a dream". So I did the hand-checking thing and they were morphing so it WAS a dream ^_^
So I suddenly realised I was dreaming and became lucid, but not for long. Also, it seemed to be only half-lucid.

Again like last time, I made the decision to fly to Sweden (lol this was only a half-conscious decision, half of it seemed to be an uncontrollable, automatic thought. like it's automatically the first thing i think of doing xP), and i flew around a bit (weeee!) but for some reason i couldn't get anywhere. Then I couldn't think of anything to do, and because of this I was slipping out of lucidity too. So then I started dreaming again.

All I can remember is being in an underground volcanic tunnel and there is a race going on. The racers have wingless dragons instead of vehicles. One young male rider with white hair (who looks like Moordryd Paynn) and a purple dragon becomes stranded on a small ledge when his dragon cannot make the jump over a lava pit. A chain link barrier appears around them and traps them on the ledge. I am not participating in the race but watching from above (I was floating or something?) and I was upset the the rider on the purple dragon became trapped because I knew him or liked him or something and I could do nothing to help him.

Morning of January 2, 1969. Thursday.



This is a very vivid dream, though at one point it seems I am watching myself from a few paces south around the middle of the Cubitis hallway while disembodied; the other me looking in awe at the coat that is suspended in air (in the same area and position as if it were otherwise hung by a hanger).

I am looking at a coat in the hall closet of my Cubitis home. It is my winter coat, but it is eerily floating in the air with no hanger (though it does not seem to be worn or held up by an invisible entity at any point - the “magic” is in the coat itself). There are only a few other clothes on each side of it (but pushed to the side against the closet walls). My father is making references to this in a sort of narrative manner (seemingly only vaguely wary of the coat’s dimly glowing essence of a very pale green) as if it is important for me to learn about (he did used to tell me ghost stories in real life but I am not sure if this coat is purely “haunted” or is to be useful with its special powers). It seems to be in the middle of the night or very early morning an hour or two before sunrise. My father and I are the only two characters in this dream. I do not sense or perceive any other being.

The above childhood dream, upon present reflection for some reason, now brings back a very vivid memory of going to get my coat in the school closet in real life (kindergarten) on the last day of school, and there was one other winter coat that a chubby male student (Robert, I think) had left behind, so I informed the female teacher (“Yandell” or something like that - but I mentally changed her name to “Yardstick” in my dreams). I remember the eerie sense of “finality” and the false sense as if the coat was “hovering” there “without the boy in it”. Both the childhood real-life event and this later very vivid dream of my later childhood seemed to hold a similar mood, and the real-life memory may have been the “trigger” (though there are likely other factors). For some reason, my memories of each last day of school (regardless of the grade) seem to be much more vivid and clearer than the memories of other days, even if nothing significant happened.

See also: “Empty Boots”