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With a group being threatened by armed men. One is about to rape a girl. I don't accept this. I know I risk being killed, but I decide it's one of those defining moments in which one has to risk its own life, so I attack the rapist and get his gun and use it to shoot all the bad guys. I'm wounded, but alive. A wound in my leg is looking bad. Open and with white pus. I squeeze it to drain it, but I feel something alive inside, like a huge white worm. Disgusted, I rip the wound to try to get it out, but what I find is a tiny white wolf, like an embryo inside my flesh. It gets out and grows to normal size. It's actually beautiful and I feel so blessed!

May 31, 2013
Lucid Dream 513: Criminals at Large
Series: Fearless, Episode 7
DILD
Technique: ADA



Me, my dad, and brother are in an apartment. There is a dead guy on the floor. I'm shouting to them, "Ok, its time to go. Grab everything you need and lets get out of here now." My dad said, "Relax, he just now called it in, they won't be here for another hour or so." I replied, "They want us caught more than anything, just hurry up and lets go." I grabbed arm-fulls of documents and other things. I threw them in a trash can along with a small napalm bomb. I then lit the trash can and we exited the building. We jumped into the car and pulled out just as a cop was pulling in. I said, "I told you they would be here faster than 1 hour." Several cop cars pulled in and the police entered the building. Suddenly, it exploded into a fiery blaze! We cheered as we sped off into the sunset.

The dream skipped and we were still driving and listening to the radio. They were talking about us on the radio. It said, "R3 has struck again. Their status as dangerous contract killers has been upped to serial murderers." A man along with 4 police officers has been killed. This ups the number to 30 victims in one month." We talked it over and made sure we were burned the evidence and left no tracks. It turned out that one of the officers survived and he had saw my dad's face.

We had arrived at a city and Dad, who was driving, accidentally ran a red light. A cop turned on his lights in an attempt to pull us over. Dad said, "Just relax, he doesn't know who we are. I'll handle this." I cocked my gun and told him to hold on before he pulls over. I'll dive into his mind real quick. I focused my attention toward him and concentrated on the interior of his car (apparently I had super powers ). I heard the cop thinking, "The license plate matches. This is the big one!" I told dad, "He knows! Step on it!" We got into a high speed chase.

The chase went on for quite a while and we couldn't seem to shake him. I shot out several cop car tires, but a new cop car replaced the wrecked one every time. Eventually, we gained some space and bailed on the car to get a new one. Suddenly, the cops came out of nowhere on foot. We took off running and ran into a shopping mall. As we were being chased, I suddenly became lucid.

I told my dad and brother to stop and come join me. We sat down at a table nearby and a female cop came up to us with a gun pointed at us. She told us to get down on the ground. I laughed and said, "Who are you?" She told me she was a police officer and I replied, "I can see that, but that isn't all you are is it?" She looked confused, so I explained a bit more. I said, "Sometimes, I'm a Pirate, or a Ninja, right now, we are Serial Killers. Right now, you are a cop. I just wonder what you were dreaming of last night?" She blushed and smiled as she said, "I was a swimsuit model." I smiled and said, "Dreams are great aren't they?" She agreed and then joined us at the table. I jumped up and proceeded to summon a sword.

I held my hand out and traced the sword with my fingers, it appeared, but looked like it was a drawing. I grabbed it, turned my head away, and turned it back several times until the sword looked real. I walked over to the nearest DC (right beside the cop lady) and swung for his neck. The blade went clean through, but his head stayed on his shoulders. I then grabbed him by the hair and lifted the detached neck from its perch. I then tossed it in the middle of a group of DCs at a table. The head landed in their food and they screamed and ran away. All the other DCs at the other tables didn't seem to notice or care. The cop lady pulled her gun on me and I said, "Remember? its just a dream. You are just playing cop." She laughed and said, "Oh yeah, I forgot." I then asked if I could see her gun and she handed it to me. I immediately slammed the barrel into her mouth and said, "You shouldn't have forgot." I then blasted her brains out. I then began slicing the heads off of random DCs in the area with my sword. I made a game out of it and tried to see how many I could slice with one swing. I managed to take off six heads with one swing at one table. Every now and then, I couldn't cut through some of the DCs. The sword would stop part way through and once I pulled it out, their wounds would instantly heal. Some laughed and said, "You almost got me!" After a bit of more slicing and dicing I woke up.

Series Details
Join all the action in the dream series, "Fearless." You never know what I may run into, but you can guarantee I'm ready for a fight. Stay tuned for more blades, guns, and explosions in this series!

Self-hypnosis works again, and these were dreams a few days ago.

29.04.2013

My Neighbor Has No Manners (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of my apartment, and the dream scene is so realistic that I assume that it was reality. I didn't want to question anything, I just knew I had to be dreaming either way. It was fairly obvious, the setting was different, it was bright as day outside, and it was a little windy as well.

I'm only wearing my tighty whities just like in waking life now, and I feel perfectly normal. The dream is fairly linear, and I proceed to get out of my bedroom and starting to walk through the small hall in my dream apartment. It was about the same width as the actual one, I noticed some furniture and such were oddly placed, but I didn't care too much about them.

What bothered me is that I noticed something weird about the window in front of me. I noticed that there was someone outside, and they're bracing against the wall near my apartment outside as well. I come a bit closer to to see who it was, and it was this odd-looking fellow. I raise up the red curtains, which were definitely not related to the blue curtains I have in my actual apartment, and I noticed that the window is opened.

To my surprise, as I'm slowly raising up the curtain, the odd-looking neighbor said, "Thanks." I realized he was reading a book, and I saw he glanced up at me quickly and immediately turned his head to go back to reading. I didn't know how to recieve this kind of response, since it was obvious that no one should be bracing against the interior of my apartment, and because of this conflict of reasoning on what to do next, I decided to continue to trying to get the curtains up in a position.

For some reason, I believe my conflicted reasoning also wanted me to move the curtains so the neighbor could brace properly outside and be able to rest his left arm on the opened window. The window was a bit longer than usual, and in order to open it, there was the generic lock that you had to twist outward into your direction to open up, and I believe this isn't the case for my actual apartment.

The thought on whether or not he potentially stole items in my apartment didn't come to me whatsoever, since he had a calm and relaxing demeanor throughout most of this dream. I have an awkward time moving the curtains and trying not to get them to touch my presumed neighbor again. I would lift them in the general direction from down and straight up, then I would go from down to diagonally placing it to the left and other angles as well.

I realized I needed some kind of pin or object in order to keep the curtain in place. The neighbor had to move his arm frequently each time I put the curtain down, and I still didn't know what I was going to say to him, since he has yet to make any kind of concerning behavior and/or action. I quickly look around this limited area in my apartment, and I noticed there's a pink-clip that was somehow a pin as well.

I don't know how the logic with that worked, but I picked up, and I slowly inserted it inside a part of the curtain. I didn't question that a clip suddenly served as a pin, and I finally managed to get a huge chunk of the part of the curtain that I folded up so it would make a curve like this " J ".

Then I realized I needed an actual pin to keep things in place, however, with dream logic, that wasn't needed since the vanilla colored walls and the weird looking object I used as a clamp suddenly was able to stick together. After this fiasco, I start shifting my thoughts back to this neighbor randomly bracing against the inside of my apartment.

His visage looks awfully familiar to one of my actual neighbors, except he doesn't have as long of a hair than him. It's more of a bow-shaped head with out of wack curls on the ends. He's wearing glasses, thin framed, and his face is partially filled with acne, and he has the "Pedro" stereotypical mustache on him as well.

It seems he was half-naked with just dark brown jean shorts, and he immediately enters my apartment. While I'm busy preparing for a "Wtf do you think you're doing" on this guy, suddenly my kitchen is closer to the both of us. He turns his back on me, and goes opens the fridge to see what's inside. I noticed that there were mostly transparent bowls with food inside with red tops concealing them as well.

The light inside of the fridge was the generic yellow bulb light, and then I immediately close it, slowly warning this guy that he's not suppose to be in this apartment. Then he takes a spit on the floor, and I'm wondering what the fucking hell is wrong with this dipshit, and that's when I started to break.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!"

He looks at me weirdly, slightly affected with a tinge of fear, and decides to do one more random action of trying to get something on top of the fridge or whatever the hell it was, couldn't remember to great detail. He wanted to take the dime that was placed on top, and I grabbed his wrist and gave him a "NO" facial expression. I take the dime away from him, and I directed him to get out through the window, and I believe I stated,

"AND STAY OUT YOU JERK!"

or something to that nature without trying to use curse words. He apparently lived to the right of me, which was kind of awkward, since now I know he's bloody one door to the right of me, and it only makes me worried what he would do next time. I started to question how he got the window to be opened in the first place, since I don't even open my window in my actual apartment in real life simply because it's awkward to have it opened and let people see what I'm doing.

After that petty drama was over, I decided to clean up the area where he spat. I get some paper towels, and I maneuver them in a circular motion and then threw it into the trash can that didn't have a lid on it. It seems that I had the intention to move my stuff in a U-Haul truck, seeing as I had some small furniture and bags I felt that were mine outside of my apartment. I made sure that I kept a good awareness of my environments, and also an eye in case that neighbor wants to randomly come into my apartment again.

I didn't pay attention anything beyond the U-Haul truck in my apartment, but with peripheral vision, I could tell my subconscious did a fair job to make it seem like it was a replication of waking life's setting. I had some random brown bag that seems to resemble the one that a Pan-Asia Restaurant I go to from time to time uses for To-Go orders.

I noticed this was like a mini-trash bag, seeing how there were paper plates that had random residues of food, and there was also a concerning amount of wasted rice in this bag as well. After realizing it was just another way to trash some things, I noticed something very shiny inside, and it ended up being my Zune HD. At first, I didn't want to believe I would trash it, but then I turn back again and picked it up and it seems I really did.

I had to wipe off the food sauce and residue from it, and then I slowly walked back to my apartment while examining the Zune HD to make sure that it was working. I ended up not paying attention to it and just put it somewhere in invisible land, because I sure don't remember not having it anywhere near my tighty whities. For the rest of the dream, I continued to beleive that this was slightly realistic, the whole event with the neighbor and such, and I felt that I had to post this on Dream Views because that guy was in a really odd position.

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29.04.2013

I Killed One Million People (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This is one of those dreams where you shouldn't have been lucid in any moment whatsoever. It was so awkward, it's like I was suddenly a mass murder terrorist, and I can't believe how I had this tinge of fear rather than a full-blown anxiety trip. It was also one of those dreams where if I didn't know I was dreaming, I would be really stupid.


So I'm hiding inside some random room in a building, and I have a device that allows me to hear the conversations of soldiers trying to find me.

"He's in in the....*so and so and so*"

I only have a silver gun on my right hand I believe, and I'm really wondering what's going on here.

"He's killed a million lives..." or something like that.

I started getting scared on what I could possibly do that could kill that many people, and I started to feel that this was a reality, and that I really fucked up this time. I rub my head a bit and....


I decided to open the door slightly to see if there's any soldiers around. I go about running randomly, always keeping an increased awareness of my surroundings, and twitching at any sign of movement or any kind of shadows that would show up. The environment I'm in is hard to describe what kind of building it was.

The carpet was red, and there ways a vanilla tile floor maybe 30 feet away from me, and the overall lighting atmosphere was a milky yellow. The walls were hard to distinguish, most likely a range of brown and orange-red colors, fairly flat colors, nothing too abstract. Feelings started to rush inside me as I hear the foot steps of soldiers coming in.


They're finally here, and they aim their machine guns at me, but then things start getting weird. Time slows time a bit, and I start shooting all of them in the head, dropping like flies.

Then there's this annoying old man trying to shoot me, kind of like the type of AI you expect from a video game when you're playing on "Easy Mode," and you're ducking for cover, but the enemy comes out at random times, so you can't even get a proper aim at them. He couldn't shoot me, and I couldn't shoot him, so I decided to just dash and go somewhere else.

I can't remember much after that, and I prefer not to, since I doubt there was a happy ending.

This one was pretty awesome... I remember it starting at my house, in my bedroom. I had just woken up from bed in the dream. I went down to a train station or something to look for clues, and I didn’t have a gun either, which apparently, I guess I was supposed to. I remember meeting a girl down there and she gave me this message from my girlfriend saying “help”, and that’s how I knew I had to go save her. So me and another one of my friends, who also happened to be a girl (haha), went to this random big building on a street corner. Inside there was a big white room but nobody was in it. There was a doorway at the other end of the room though and after that, there was a huge room filled with people who looked like soldiers, plus a few guys dressed in suits. This is probably the highest number of dream characters I have ever seen at one time. I obviously wasn’t supposed to be caught by them, but they didn’t care so far. I remember going into the doorway and shouting at them like I was staff there at the building. Stuff like “Hey, how you guys doin’?” or “You got everything ya need?” things like that. They all approved of me and didn’t suspect anything. After that, I went into a room next to this one, and oddly enough, there was bowls of Cheetos everywhere on tables, although they were darker than Cheetos should be, but not that much darker. I remember picking up a Sub Machine Gun of some sort, and then sneaking it out of the building and giving it to my friend, who had stayed outside. She said “Oh, sweet, you got it?” or something like that. So part of the mission was to get a gun, and then to rescue my girlfriend. This was so cool too, I want there to be a second part...

1: I saw Saturn speed by in the sky south of the house I live in, in Pennsylvania. I was standing outside and the planet was close enough to see its rings. From where I stood it looked comparably the size of the house across the street without taking proportions of distance into size. *Edit: Saturn was white like the moon and I think it was daytime when I saw it.

2: I was in my grandfather's house and he had two shower stalls (I don't think he feels very good IRL.)

3: I was near an interior well or saw one that a king was near with some other people. He may have wanted to fall in it and the Flipron song "The Stupidest Face In Town" was playing. (Link to the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2hb73WCXeXE)

4: I was playing The Sims or a game like it and created a "DEVO" Family like the band. I don't like the band; I bought their first 4 albums and couldn't get into them so I sold them. I killed most of them but not all quite on purpose. At one point I thought they were all dead but one popped up suddenly and I decided to keep him alive so I bought him a refrigerator and it appeared that he sat on an invisible chair near it. In the end, after he went into a valley, he caught on fire and I thought he was done for but then he wasn't on fire anymore and then a clown (Like the "Sunny the Tragic Clown" character from the first Sims expansion pack) appeared and it was either revealed at this point that the Sim had some mental illness causing him to hallucinate to see the clown or I just didn't write this with good grammar when I posted it years ago.

5: I saw someone in an old boxy style red/burgundy family van (Like the 93 Plymouth Voyager) doing 360s in our nearby post office parking lot despite the fact the van had front wheel drive; It's like the van was rear wheel drive. The driver turned very sharply and didn't move far from the point of turning once he did turn.

6: I found myself in the back end of a white pickup truck that was made in the last 12 years. The bed seemed small; I didn't move around in it much and I was on my back. I kicked a rear window that may have already been broken. Later, the driver stopped in a wooded area like that of Rt. 66/Rt. 28 between "Distant" and Mahoning Creek in Pennsylvania and I was in the woods before he pointed a shotgun at me. I was talking, saying "Why are you doing that, That's not a good thing" and things like it before he shot me. The driver was balding, Was in his 40s or 50s and had glasses and was certainly heavier-set than I am; surely he was over 190 pounds. I saw his face so perhaps I've seen him in real life, If only passing by?

EDIT, Update July 21st 2013: Saturn looked like this tone of white, No joke. I found this as forum user GrannyPigms' avatar:

Dark Souls-ish Dream - The Lost Gun

Genre: Dark Fantasy

Legnth: Medium

Lucid Non-Lucid


I am standing in a large central hub of a dark, twisted world. This hub is essentially a gorgeous train station, however it is ancient and crumbling. Vendors of all sorts of goods are set up throughout the train station, and other "players" are scattered around, talking to each other. I stand in front of a bandaged vendor, and from what little skin shows I can tell that he has been horribly burned at some point in his life. He has just improved my favorite gun. A gorgeous, ivory-plated six-shooter, with an extended barrel and runic carvings throughout. Its a classic pistol, flint-lock and like something out of the revolutionary war. I really don't know anything about guns, but somehow I knew plenty in this dream...

I have just spent tons of this universes currency on him improving it, and I am excited to try it out. A "player" - someone that I know is another adventurer and survivor like me - comes to the same vendor, smiling. She has white hair, a reoccuring theme three nights in a row for me. I smile back, and put my gun on the table to pay the vendor. He thanks me for the business in a gravelly, damaged voice, and I reach down for my gun to go test it out.

Its gone.

Looking around, I see the white haired woman making her way quickly out of the Station, pushing past players and looking about anxiously. That bitch just stole my beloved gun!

I run back and buy another, totally un-upgraded pistol in haste. It will have to do. I holster it next to my musketeer sword, my other weapon, and chase after her. She sees me hot on her tail, and breaks into a run, choosing to go the way of the sewers. As I run after her through the muck - phantoms materialize out of no where in the shape of british red-coat sailors. I fence with them quickly, knocking one blade aside, and putting a few bullets into his back. I leave the other one and run after the thief once more.

I finally catch sight of her as I reach the end of the sewer. Many more red-coats have formed behind me, but I pay them no mind. She enters a door that looks very much like an old schoolhouse door, and I crash in after her.

The Schoolhouse and Skrillex

As I crash into the door, I find myself in a gutted school room, also looking dusty and ancient. My girlfriend is asleep on one of the beds, and I actually notice that it seems to be more of an infirmary than anything, though I know she isn't sick. I forget my quest for the gun instantly, and I lay down to go to sleep. Before I can, there is a knock on the door, and a girl I recognize from my college campus asks if her and her friend can come sleep because of some strange situation I can't remember. My girlfriend shrugs so I say yes, and she proceeds to bring about thirty people into our room.

So much for one friend?

One of the kids begins to play a Skrillex song (a dubstep music artist), and I tell him that I have some nice speakers in my room (which I do). I take his iPod and then realize that the remix of the Skrillex song doesn't actually exist... Wait... Is this a dream? I think to myself, as my alarm goes off.

Phew! That dream was a doozie, and I was ALMOST LUCID! Gahhh. I think I was way too tired to lucid dream though, as I was already starting to fall asleep at 9PM and ended up finally going to bed at 1:30AM

More to come tomorrow!

Dream recall from today's nap.

I was at home, i was discussing something with family and there were doors from my room, that apparently were leading into rooms inhabited by some bandits. I was opening doors and shooting bandits down using some gun, then was back to talking with family, and back to cleaning out another room. That repeated a few times.
I was tired and everyone had to sleep in same room, and there was random horse with us apparently, and it was distracting my sleep so i went to check out the other door. Bandits there were more aggressive and i got hit before i could shoot them all down. I take a look at what supposed to be wound, but there's metal, i realized that i was a cyborg of some kind. With that in mind i manage to move out three metallic claws out of my hand and i finish off the bandits. I spend some time playing around with the devices i got, moving them in and out of my hands. Not only i had claws in the right hand, but also there was blade in the left hand. I also managed to make my skin semi-transparent so i could see all sorts of electronics below it.
I decided to check another door and bandits became even more aggressive, one rushed me straight with a knife, hitting me alot and making me back out. Suddenly we were on an small wooden bridge, in the sky. I was annoyed and when bandit hit me again i grabbed him right by the knife, pulled him towards myself while moving out my blade and then started repeatedly hitting his neck with blade till he was fully decapitated. For whatever reason an working helicopter blade came out of the top of his head and it flied up into the sky( ). Shortly, another bandit attacked me from behind, but out of nowhere i got some kind of weird miniature gun in my right hand. As he got close i grabbed him and fired the weapon. In a split second, everything where i directed the gun was in holes, projectiles pierced everything, and that included my leg due to how i aimed it, didn't expected it to be that powerful, but i was obviously perfectly fine. Suddenly i remembered that this gun is that one gun that can pierce absolutely everything and that can tear whole dimension in half, and that it was a good thing that i have only pressed the trigger and didn't hold it...
I walked the skybridge and found a door, through it i was back at home, which now apparently was on tropical island. There was big party and after it i was trying to figure out more about stuff that i could do. Then suddenly some dude wants me to participate in some kind of 'cyborg show', i agree. But as we arrive in the room, i realize that it was not the kind of show i was thinking about, but before i can do anything he uses some makeup and makes me look like someone who only pretends to be a cyborg and who's really bad at this pretending, while saying that it'll make me look more intimidating ( ). I try to do something but i have trouble operating the weapons for some reason. In the reflection, i notice that i have two sets of metallic teeth. Then dream ends.

Morning of April 8, 2013. Monday.



I am walking through an unfamiliar area near a woods on the edge of a small town. I am with a stranger that reminds me of Harrison Ford, but there are a few other people in the area, including Carol (an older half-sister on my mother’s side).

I notice some jets flying overhead, as well as a small UFO, which looks like some sort of very unusual jet.

I point out the strange maneuvers and flight paths of the aircraft as they turn to one side, go around a tree, and come back again. I cheerfully expect them all to crash and my anticipation and confidence grows that they will. One soon crashes in the far distance, causing an explosion and resulting fire.

The UFO (which I actually suspect to be some sort of small military aircraft) comes very close to us, but there is no threat. It continues just past us, crashing to the ground and sliding slightly. It is not very big, the main section not much bigger than a metal garbage can lid, but it does have small jet-like wings.

I am able to understand that it has a computer chip in a particular location. I walk up to it (it is mostly still in one piece and of course had been unmanned - in fact, too small to carry much weight) and reach down (there is still a bit of fire and smoke near some parts of it), and pull out a computer chip that slides out and is about the size of a stick of gum, although thicker.

We walk to other areas. I am happy I have the chip, but we need to stay away from government or military areas. Somehow, though, we are near Area 51, but it is in an urban area in my dream and thus not really isolated. The UFO conspiracy theorists that try to get in are said to be “missing a week” by other people; something to do with 52 weeks in a year and Area 51, “missing a week” being an expression for a person who believes in aliens and is “not all there”.

Each UFO is a result of the government activity in the region and their controlling of agriculture. The chip I have was made to release harmful chemicals over certain fields to destroy certain crops as well as fertilize and help certain others, thus interfering with the livelihood of certain farmers in the region.

I notice a group of about five military police of various ages who are annoying an innocent family at a farm when I go in, but I remain unsure why the military are present. The family is sitting at a kitchen table not having done anything wrong, and I am aware of the misguided bullying of the MPs. One young man pulls out a matte black gun for no reason and points it at a dark-haired girl. I take out a screwdriver with a partially transparent orange handle (seemingly my weapon of choice in recent dreams) and hit him fairly lightly on the top of the head with the handle, making a strange hollow metallic sound that is almost musical, with a sort of organ-like tonal delay and even a chorus effect in the 440 Hz range. He immediately falls unconscious, sprawled on the floor near the corner of the table by his intended victim.

The other military officers do not even seem to notice and casually go on with their business elsewhere, ignoring their man lying on the floor.

I notice that the lid can be slid back from the chip on one side, and I see that there are tiny smooth and oval radioactive stones of two sizes in an alternating larger stone and smaller stone geometrical pattern in three or four rows. There is more talk on how the government is using UFOs, which are small unmanned jets of a similar shape as the original Romulan Bird-of-Prey design. I had a model of one as a child, having gotten it for Christmas.

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There was minor prescience as is often the case, but relating to something Zsuzsanna had heard. A woman came up to her (a local who has a house full of cats, believing it is her duty to take in every stray). The woman made a comment about how she liked the name Gabrielle (without knowing it was Zsuzsanna’s middle name), mostly in reference to another name that was not really similar. She then made a bizarre comment about the ground being poisoned. I think it was around the same time I was writing this entry.

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Sunday 3/31/13
Bed 12:30 am

WBTB 6:12am - 8:30am

Cup of tea from peppermint tea and mint with green tea for iced tea.

woke up from 20 min long WILD at 10:10am

Regular DR 1- 2:30am - I'm walking down a hospital hallway, all happy, because if I can turn in a resume with lucid dreaming on it, I can work there helping people by teaching them LDing. (IWL, before bed, thinking if LD/OBE would help patients by trying to heal themselves/aura)

Regular DR 2 - 6:12am - I'm in a camp, packing, looking through every shelf and cabinet, not to leave anything behind.
- Then I'm walking through empty hall with a small girl. Someone is after us. I'm about to exit, when girl decides to pout and goes into one room. I feel they are about to get us and yell at her to follow me right now. Too late. Young woman is grabbing her.

I'm comming towards the camp in a car someone else is driving. At the fork in the road, we go to the right, but realize camp is to the left. To the right is something else.

I'm comming to the fork in the road again, I'm driving. I take the wrong right turn again but realize it and make a u-turn. At the camp, trying to blend in so bad guys don't recognize me. In cafeteria, cutting in line with a gun. Getting some steak pieces, masched and roasted potatoes for a kid.

Bad guy follows me on the street where I ran away. I yell at people to call the cops, but they can't hear me. Finally someone does and a female cop in light shirt shows up. I rpotect her from one guy, but another one shots her.

WBTB - while watching TV to get sleepy, I felt my legs getting relaxed pretty quickly. I knew it's gonna be a good one.
Mantra - when I see my room, I get up; when I see something, I touch it.

Listened to W. Buhlman's youtube interview on KOST 101 after dark (or something like that)

I started out on my back and turned to left side when vibrations were already happening. It didn't stop them. I moved my attention from vibrations in one knee to another, and they seemed to be stronger in the knee I had my attention on.

WILD - I suddenly realize I can see my room and I think to myself, that I don't need to wait any longer for a clue this will do. So I just get up and walk away.

I notice I'm only wearing socks. I'm hovering and gliding just few inches above ground. I know I have the desire to walk and to feel the ground so my LD is more stable, so I touch down and walk. I notice, that walking feels very realistic.

I recognize the house as mine and I'm happy. (it's not mine IWL) I walk through few doors in direction i know I should be going. I fly out and as the building stays behind me, a view to georgeous valley opens up. It's vibrant with green grass and houses. The beauty of it literally takes my breath away and I gasp for air. (Thank you, I have not had this feeling in a while and I really love it)

Now I'm talking to 2 teenagers on the patio of hotel or restaurant, same valley. I ask them if they lucid dream. Guy has a thick accent and there is a lots of noise, so I don't hear his questions or answers. But I do hear when he asks if you can go to restroom in LD. I tell him you can, but it's not satisfactory activity. It feels real, but you don't get satisfaction as if you empty your bladder IWL.

I'm in a cafeteria of a school. As I walk by a little boy, I notice a tasty aroma. I look back and he is eating some kind of a rice crispy bar. From writing on a box I assume it's something ethnic for the Easter holiday. I want to know where I coud buy some. Teacher takes the cookies out of the box and gives me the box. I'm pleased that there are some dark and light crumbs left, and I eat them. They taste good.

I'm asking this teacher and a few other people, if they know we are in a dream. I say, well, I'm lucid, and you are dreaming.

I'm outside. I remember the zooming trick I read about a few days ago. I look up and try to zoom myself to the moon. I raise my arms up and move them to zoom myself. (same way you zoom in and out from pictures on iphone - spreading or bringing closer your fingers/arms) But it's not working. I notice an island in the skies, something like in avatar, but this one is long and flat, full of greens. I think I'm getting closer to it.

I'm in a room with 2 guys and I'm seducing them, but I don't want it to look like it.

Ok, this was my single longest LD. Pretty good control and kept awareness by saying mantra before and during LD "I'm aware". Was able to make a decision to walk instead of fly, and got to talk to DCs again. Happy as can be.

I'm in a Danish supermarket with my mom. I'm just having a bag of chips and a fanta. When we get to the payment section we see there are no line but there are a fwe other people going there aswell. So we run for it and fights them for the first spot. We get somewhat in the middle of it. It's some fat, bald guy sitting at the counter. He thinks I'm too slow at finding my money so I pick a fight with him and all different kinds of swear words flies back and forth. (btw. I speak english in my dreams usually) In the end I throw one of my chips on the ground and tells him to go fetch and I walk out of there.
When I get to the car I see a girl sitting on the backseat. It's one of the girls we competed for front spot with in the store.
She's actually rather cute I think to myself. But I'm not exactly in a terrific mood so I just say hello and get in the car and starts drinking my fanta.

Time Skip*

The girl and I are now in a spanish styled white appartment but I believe it was in California even though I've never been there. We're talking and it's getting a bit hot. She walks out on the balcony and starts taking off her top with her back turned towards me and BAAM! I shoot her :S
Apparently I was still mad after the supermarket incident...
I'm like "Wtf I'm gone' do?!" So I light up a homemade ciggaret, you know, the ones that look like small joints. I start walking home, which in this dream was a spanish styled house on the top of a small mountain in the middle of the city. As I'm walking and I light up the second ciggaratte I remember that I quit smoking.
I'm like "aww daaamn I ruined it" for atleast 3 full seconds then I'm like "whatever this is niiice" My dreamself is really week willed
I suddenly realize that Snoop Dogg lives just beneath my mountain and he is pushing weed. So I go down there.
He also lives in a spanish styled house and the entrance is a little hole in the bottom of his wall only large enough to barely squeeze through. So i knock on the wall and look through the hole and Snoop Dogg answers: "What's your name and color"
So I tell him my name and color and he laughs at me and goes: "White boy? really?!" he then asks if I have smoked before and tells me to describe the smell and taste. I take a deep inhale and I say in a seductive voice: "mhmm... That smell... That taste... How could anyone forget?" Snoop Dogg accepts this and the next instant I'm sitting behind his house with him and some of his friends smoking weed. I tell them that my best friend and I had written a list of things we wanna do before we're thirty. On my friends list is "smoking weed with Snoop Dogg" and I tell them I can't wait to tell him about this. They laugh and we talk a little about my list and cool stuff to do in life.

Time Skip*

Next morning we all got some cards. Mine was for passwords for when I wanna buy again. I see one of the other guys has a card whit a mulitple choice question about me. It's about what crime my girlfriend and I was charged with but never convicted. The correct answer was assaulting a beggar or homeless person or something like that :S

Then I wake up.

- I quit ciggerattes in oktober last year, hopefully smoking in a dream doesn't count towards breaking that
- I have tried weed only three times in my life. I'm not against it but I don't seek it out.
- I have never assaulted or shot anybody and I don't think I ever will

I have been and still am working on my social skills and confidence lately and it's carrying over in my dreams which is really cool I'm much more charming and easy going now than just a month ago, yay! This might be a reason why I have started befriending celebritys in my dreams. Last it was Brad Pitt and George Clooney ^^

This was the first of two lucid dreams from last night. I've had a very irritating cough the last few days, so this gave me the perfect excuse to combine menthol cough drops with my usual Wednesday galantamine night. And yet again, the pre-game LD psych-up session with NewArtemis not only helps me get lucid but also makes her pop up as a DC!

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #76: Prison Break

I'm experiencing hypnagogic imagery that involves some dark, concrete courtyard. I go through some transition (not sure whether DILD or WILD) but I somehow wind up in this scene, fully lucid.

I'm crouched in the shadows by a low stone wall. I'm dressed all in black and I have a submachine gun or carbine (with suppressor attached) clutched in my hands. I don't want to use it unless I'm forced to -- I know that I'm here to break someone out of prison and if I'm forced into a firefight I'll be surrounded by guards in minutes.

I become aware that I have an earpiece in my left ear and NewArtemis is radioing instructions to me on how to pass through the prison undetected. Her voice is calm, clinical, and precise. "Stay low and keep close to this wall. Stop before you get to the light."

I stay crouched down and creep along the wall toward a well-lit spot near a gap in the wall. My footsteps are alarmingly loud, like I'm wearing some kind of clunky loafers. I wince at the sound. I decide that I want to be barefoot and immediately I am. I skulk even more carefully this time, trying to move sort of like what's-his-face from "Splinter Cell". Now my footsteps are completely silent. I feel really smug about this.

I stop just before reaching the spotlit area. Pausing for a moment, I rub my hands together to stay connected with my dream body. NewArtemis again: "[CanisLucidus], check your 2." I take this to mean "2 o'clock", and indeed at 2 o'clock I see a darkened guard tower. A lone guard with a rifle patrols here and I'm surprised to see that he's completely black-clad just like I am. I think that I have a good shot at killing him pretty cleanly from where I am, but I don't even want to go there.

"He's turning. Go now." I think about rolling for a moment but decide that's too fancy-pants. Instead, I just scurry across the lit area and into a new set of shadows.

"Good. Stick to the wall and head to the opposite end of the exercise yard. The way inside will be on your right." I move along the wall all the way to an ultra-dark corner of the yard. The doorway is about forty feet away, a pair of solid-looking steel doors arranged like the doors of an elevator. I'm wondering how I'm going to get in when I awaken in a fit of coughing.

This dream is a little confusing, since it skipped scenes a lot... So.


I am walking in this 'beast's' lair with some other people. To get to him we have to walk on these stones or something in the lair. But I have this ability where I can wake up before something gets creepy... So, I did. Except this was a FA. I end up in a bedroom, on the ground in a sleeping bag. There are other people there too. It looks like a combo of my and my sister's room from our old house.

That didn't last long, and now I am back in the world with the beast. I am near some people, and this is where I become lucid. For some reason, I know that all of the DC's in this world do the same thing everyday, like it is programmed into them.

Since I am lucid, I decide that I can help that. But I decide to take a box of raisins, and I ask something to this DC (which made me happy since I was getting him out of his rut...). Then, I see this little bit of deep water in the ground. Well, it is more like I am on a pier, so there is a square hole in the pier. The water is a dirty tan color,but I dunk my raisin box into the water anyway. It gills to the top of the box. Now the raisins can grow....

So now, I think, I might as well make a DC army to help kill the beast. I certainly don't want to kill it myself .

The few people I had just saw before are now following me. I am now walking down this large staircase. It is surrounded by glass walls.

Without consciously thinking about it,a bunch of people, my army, are following me. Probably about fifty people. About halfway down the staircase, I am facing this cute guy, so I kiss him, but we are still walking. Now, for some reason, I am wearing my ugly red work polo shirt... And I decide to lift it up, and it is held in between my arms. This has nothing to do with my boobs, BTW (though I am not wearing a bra, I notice, since bras are stupid), I just wanted the cute guy to be interested in my back. It is rather curvy... (My back curves in). So, being that this is a lucid, he of course mentions it. He asks why I have my shirt up, I tell him,and then I know that he is admiring it xD.

So, now the scene has skipped, and we are in the beast's lair. It is dark, of course. I know the room is rather big, but we are all only in one part of the lair. The beast is standing at the side, surrounded by my fighters. It is like he is in a section that no one can pass, even him... Like, it is a slightly darker color in the floor or something?

Since I don't play video games, the beast looks very unimaginative. Instead of looking like a hairy beast or something, he is just a big man. Like, a linebacker or something.

Someone tries to shoot awith gun at him, but misses. The 'bullet' i see on the ground on the point of no return. It has two parts to it, whcih I can't really desribe. But it doesnt look like a bullet xD. I 'know' that the bullet has already been shot so it wouldn't worm again. But, i give it to the man with the gun anyway. I told him that I know this usually wouldn't work again, but since I am dreaming, I will.

Before anything ekse happens, I wake up but it is a FA. While I have been beginning to do Rc's again, I didn't. Which makes sense. I woke up in the lair, but I 'know' that it is a different place. My head had been resting on this table. It was a really long wooden table, kinda renascenceish looking. There were other people sitting on the table too. Like a dozen. I wanted to keep my eyes closed (which I obviosuly didn't do, but I thought I did), because I wanted to DEiLD. Yeah, I thought to DEIlD even in a dream xD.

But I couldn't, because this annoying woman was pestering me that I owed her five dollars from an overdue rental video. I pay her, and I see the two black people that I did initially in my last dream (I think it was supposed to be a third world place. Blame sociology for making mw feel so bad for them..). Another woman said she was going to give them a job, bringing them ti her home or something. I said, you can't make them slaves! But apparently she was going to pay them good money. (There is my idealist self, I suppose!). And then I woke up.

I was on the bus, early in the morning, which had an interior of an RV, and it slid sideways on the highway, and I managed to open the ceiling emergency roof, and stoop on the top of the bus roof, waiting for it to roll over on its side, for me to jump onto the next upward facing side, though it never rolled. Once the bus came to a stop, it ended up crashing into something, and when I returned to the inside of the bus, it was noticeably larger on the inside, and things happened, talking, walking, and planning, I noticed the bus driver was dead and there was weed being smoked as well

Once I arrived at school, on the corner of building 6, where that windowed computer lab room was, this blonde stoner kid who rides my bus was in front of a carnival like game, with an Airsoft Pistol, and I confronted him, and asked to play. As soon as I played, I noticed administrators coming in this direction. I gave him the gun, and stood to the side. He saw them, and stealthy hid it under the stand. They bothered me for awhile, until I redirected their attention to the kid, and left.

I was in a portable that was where the ASL class was. I managed to leave the portable, and stood on the side. I was wearing my leather jacket, and remembered previously shooting the gun twice before leaving the class to escape the oncoming trouble. And just like that, I saw most all of the School Administration, Police Guards, and Security, all crowing the front door of the portable I just left, though hidden behind another portable, I saw it all unfold, and decided "Fuck it" and confronted them, and they commanded I not move, to where I ran up and jumped up the Portable near by, got onto the roof, and waved the gun in the air.

I was in the 'office' though it resembled the Cafeteria in Chapter 1 of Half Life 2, the one where Citizens eat food, that you talk to, in the very beginning of the game. I sat at a booth table, with Mr. Sanchez to my left, and Mr. Urichko, the Principle, opposite of me. He asked me about a green flyer that was circulating the school, about disclosure of global truths, government corruption, and other things. I asked if they knew about those truths, and they replied "of course" and I jumped from my seat excited, and ecstatic to realize that they were awake to, but mad that they haven't taken the responsibility of disclosing the information over the Announcements.

Real life Dream Lucid Nightmare Dream sign Thoughts

It has been QUITE a long time without recording my dreams. To be honest with myself, I do not me to be the same person as the one that registered this account 2 years ago. I don't even think I'm the same person as myself a year ago... so much has changed in my life. Anyway, moving onward, here's a dream:

Police dream thing

I'm in some police station in a desert, except it's pretty much wide open space, like the meal tables are just out on the sandstone floor, etc. There's about 30 people within the station, and for some reason the "bad guys" (don't even ask any reasons or motives behind them being bad, they just were) were in the station. I was holding some kind of semi auto and we were approaching the bad guys, going around white (clay?) buildings.

Dreamskip. I have no idea what happened in between, but it was a lot.

The police are my silent enemy now; I don't remember why. The bad guys are gone, and me, one of the cops, and a kid are trying to get out of the station. I "shoot" at the kid to play along with the cops, missing on purpose every time. I don't remember the gun having any significant recoil at all. We just barely manage to get out without them catching us.

And... that's it. I don't remember anything else.

Gunman

I'm browsing a mid-sized room in a supermarket. A gunman comes out of the hallway and starts shooting everyone. In the confusion, I fall over. I'm about to get up and run away when I realize that it's probably smarter to play dead. The gunman is just here to kill people; he's not going to waste bullets on dead bodies.

Later, I go into an office with cubicles. The gunman isn't shooting anyone any more, but he rules tyrannically over everyone in the office. We live in fear that at any time he'll come around the corner, start an apparently pleasant conversation with us, then kill someone for no reason other than a momentary desire to commit homicide. I talk to a woman who gives me some documents that I must carry somewhere. The mission is part of a resistance effort, and it is very risky. I admit to the woman that I'm scared.

On the way, the gunman (now a certain YouTube personality) falls in beside me, greeting me jovially. I am terrified of this man's whims, and he knows it--he exaggerates his unpredictability. I'm not sure how to make him go away; he seems determined to accompany me wherever I'm going. At one point, we engage in a rock-throwing battle (like the one in Braveheart).