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Dream 1

I'm at a campground with several friends. The entire place is dark and gloomy, and I feel off kilter from the very beginning. The campground is mostly a steep hill that ends at a lake, with a little management cabin/bathrooms by the lake. We're the only people this close to the bottom. Our tent is set up behind a tree, hugging it. Once again, it is dark, gloomy, and has an air of trouble brewing.

We're all inside the tent. There are at least five of us. One girl is bigger, has blonde hair and glasses, and reminds me of L's friend.

The tent is only big enough to accommodate one, yet we're all in the tent and don't give it a second thought. The front is zipped up, and it is night.

We all know that something dark is out there, waiting to pounce. I can't see anything since it's so dark out, only the faint outline of the tent in front of my nose. We can hear it's footsteps as it circles the tent. Suddenly, something strikes at the tent and the side is dented inward. Then all I can hear is the scrabbling sound of fingernails on the plastic-y surface of the tent. I scream and grab at the tent, holding it together so that it can't enter. My friends are sobbing and crying out behind me, but they are background noises to the sound of the zipper being jerked downward.

I think that it was gone for a while. We made a mad dash for an old, twisted tree on the other side of the road. The fat friend shouted out something, and I thought that it was funny. I'm climbing up this tree like there's no tomorrow, leaping from limb to limb. I finally find a secure spot that seems to be the highest point. I settle down, all while looking at the ground to be on guard. I know that my friends are being caught, behind me, but can't turn around to look.

Then I 'wake up'. I want to remember the dream so I can write it down later so I start to remember each bit that happened, carefully. I'm sucked in. Everything happens similarly. When we get to the old tree, I'm trying to find the spot that I perched in before but can't. I find a similar spot and sit there for a moment. Something dark churns beneath me.

As one, we all jump out of the tree and run up the road. We're all terrified and out of breath, there are broken sobs. Then we come upon two big tents and some picnic tables. Music is blasting, people are everywhere, and you can hear the sound of glass being tapped together. A cute boy with an odd, perky stride walks by.

"Here, we'll be safe here. Let's stay." Someone says in a breathless, relieved, voice. No, let's not stay, I think. I feel a bad vibe from this place, but I can feel my resolve weakening as I keep an eye on that pretty boy and the blasting music reels me in. It sounds like a fun time.

I open my eyes. It's completely dark in my room. I can't seem to move, and I feel very weak. Like I just exercised a day straight. It's a nice kind of weak. Why is it dark? I think. It's morning, it should be light. The curtains are closed, I notice. I get a sudden, panicky feeling. I struggle in the blankets for a moment. I can't keep my eyes closed, I know that he (the thing from my dream) was in the room. I hear footsteps on the wooden floor.

"Dad!" I call. My voice is very quiet, and weak. I try again. "Dad! Come here!" I could hear him talking with my brother, S, as they came up the stairs. "S! Come here!" He stands just outside the open door to talk to me.

"What?"
"I need you to go to the library and get a book for me. "

"What? Why?" In a whining voice. Then the shuffle of paper. I needed the book with the gem on the cover, the book that was the twin to the one that I already had.

Dream 2

I live in a village in the middle of nowhere. The world is about to end and we are packing all of our belongings into this space craft, where we will live for the rest of eternity. By 'the end of the world' I mean that the entire world, besides our UFO, will disappear into a never ending white blur.

Everyone is discouraged. They think that we will starve aboard the ship. I pack chickens, pigs, lots of sheep, and cows. They freely move about. My plan was that we would eat the eggs that the chickens lay, and that the slain animals would respawn back on the ship. A villager made a nasty comment about how they wouldn't respawn back on the ship, but out in the white. I responded by saying that we would survive on the eggs.

I laid down endless red and white beds along the sides of the ship. I told the villagers that we could dig downward and make sleeping quarters. I imagined a long hallway to explore, and huge rooms filled with bunk beds. It sounded fun.

I thought that it would be nice to have kittens, for fun, on the ship. I found a box of them at the last minute. They were very rare. It turned out that a woman had sex with a cat to give birth to them, everyone hushed when that was revealed. She gave instructions as to how to make babies with a cat.

I was throwing everything I could possibly find on board. We were about to leave at any second. I ran outside to find more stuff to put on the ship. A countdown begins out loud. The villagers are screaming at me and beckoning for me to come back now. I run.

Everything was blank, but then we somehow go forward into the past/future. We're in the village again, except it's inhabited by different people, the buildings are slightly changed, and one building is deteriorated. The villagers (from the ship) creep forward hesitantly. They look incredibly out of place, with their long, old-fashioned dressed and top hats.

Some of them start to cry because they don't know if they will pop back into the past/future in a second, and the thought of never seeing their village again made them sad.

Lucid Dream 3

I remember flying around my town and breaking into someone's house. A woman with short hair lived there. The fact that she had dyed red hair seemed important. She lived there with her family. I started regretting breaking into the house because I was stuck skittering room to room to avoid being seen. "Why did I do this?" I mournfully ask myself as I run into the guest bedroom that is rarely used. I literally dive on the bed, which looks incredibly inviting because of the fluffy comforter and huge pillows.

I hide behind a column beside the sofa as someone enters the living room. I mentally curse the dad when he decided to not go to work today, and to stay home. He has on a tux and carries a suitcase.

When the person leaves the room I jump onto the sofa and over the back. I crouch down behind it.

Now I'm on the back road beside the elementary school. I'm flying at least at tree level. I decide that, yeah, this must be a dream because I'm flying. Everything turns golden and light. It reminds me of heaven. There is no ground. I want to work on my swimming for the next meet, and I remember reading somewhere that practicing something in a dream can make you better at in real life. I start doing butterfly midair. It feels weird. It's uncomfortable and tight on my shoulder joints, but it also feels crazy because I'm the air!

Another short lucid dream that I remembered while writing this. Might've happened on Friday? Everything is blue, and there is no ground. I'm swimming butterfly, easily. There is the edge of this sky-pool way ahead, and there are even little handles for backstroke starts and blocks. It all feels unreal, because everything is floating. I an hear a crowd talking and get the distinct feeling that there was a large room to my right. It was made out of concrete. There was a dark-skinned woman with big brown hair there, laughing.

I was outside the church I went to as a kid. I was inside my car, when someone came in. Apparently it wasn't my car, and I realized this when I looked at the dashboard and it was different than mine. So, I got out. I started walking around and saw a group of very attractive girls in the back seat of a car. Over the last several months I have come across attractive women in my dreams, tried to kiss them, only to wake up. In one dream I tried to talk to one, and she said, "I actually really don't want to talk to you right now." So I said, "Okay, you don't have to."

So I walk up to the group of girls in the back seat of the car, and ask if I can kiss the one I was talking to. She said sweetly, "No, but you can have a hug" I had become confused by the rejections I had been having recently, and just blurted out, "Are you angels?" They all exclaimed with excitement "YES!!" and threw their hands up and looking at each other. It was as if they were not allowed to tell me unless I asked them. I asked, "Does God love me?" They all became a bit somber and looked sad. One replied, "God always wants to provide you opportunities. He just needs you to be stable." They took off and I sat on the curb in the parking lot looking at the trees. It instantly went from night to day and I noticed the beautiful coloring of the fall-time tree leaves. A large tour bus with the number "12" on the side drove past me. A man then walked up to me, tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a box of some kind of bread. It appeared to be fried, but wasn't. It was very pleasurable to eat it. It felt good to chew it, the texture of it, the whole experience was very pleasurable. I woke myself up when I swallowed in real life and my throat was dry.

On a abnormally large windowsill sits two tanks, I stair into a small goldfish bowl at orangish brown triops. Then I look to the other, a 10 gallon fish tank with a blue separator in it, (I have actually constructed this in real life to breed triops.) swimming around in this tank are iridescent purple triops about .5 in. *Long, as I gaze at the wondrous purple creatures my cousin walks up behind me and I say to him, "I am probably going to breed my triops to be purple like those ones, he replies with a "huh?" then I say, "I will evolve them, it would actually be considered domestication." (then last bit of the dream I remember is my cousin saying "oh")
( I also remember a fragment of) me dieing and going to heaven.

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.

I focus on getting to the temple but I have a cold and not feeling too great!

A lesson in Dream Control

I am seeing my wife inside a dream, somehow I am communicating with her and teaching her how to control the dream. She needs to into the gates of heaven but the gates are locked. Standing next to the gates is a creepy looking character, not sure if he is an alien or monster - he has a ridiculously large grin and sort of floppy antennae instead of ears. He is wrinkled and a sort of grey color, not sure what he is doing there though! My wife clicks her fingers once, and then a couple more times - on the third click she successfully gets the gates open!

]IPAD

I dream I my wife accidentally revealing to me that she will be getting an Ipad for me for christmas

I had a very bizarre dream that I'm compelled to document. It wasn't quite lucid, but...well, read on.

Early as I can remember, I was in heaven in what looked like a cross between a mall and a cathedral. It was very crowded. By chance I found the man who had murdered me in heaven also. I declared that I was going to kill him (smite his soul or whatever) and that the Angel of Vengeance was on my side. After this short monologue I was about to attack the guy, but before I could do anything he stabbed me, killing me. After a short delay I was reborn as an angel of vengeance, called a One (Something--I can't quite recall what, it wasn't "Winged", I think it started with an M) Angel, and not just one--it seems as I had spawned as a squad of armed angels. It seems that this rebirth had taken some time, since after returning the man had been long gone. I searched heaven looking for the man but could not find him. Instead I returned to Earth and, running out of patience, I began to kill anyone who looked like the guy (from the start of the fight to here, the dream passed as some sort of weird top-down camera strategy RPG). It seems that to end my rampage I was returned to Earth with no memory except the name "One (Whatever) Angel". The dream then seemed to follow me on a search to find out what this name meant. I began by asking clergy or people who seemed religious; they all either straight-faced denied that they exist or looked at me in shock and horror and told me to get away from them. As my search went on with no answers I began just asking random strangers (my search took me to a drink stand just as it was closing in what was some in-dream deja vu, as I'd recognized this even from a deep early part of the dream that I don't now remember). Early on in my search I'd come across a girl who had overheard me asking questions at some point and had taken an interest in me. She eventually explained to me that she could help me remember everything through a process that involved dreams (vaguely Inception-style); I seemed to have a vague understanding of this process already and was firmly against it for a while. As time went on and my search for answers grew more desperate I eventually agreed to try it. It was to take place in what looked like some sort of park. As I entered, I came in behind an old, black lady accompanied by a young child. I recognized the old lady as someone I had previously asked about the angel who was disturbed by my question. The child stopped ahead of her and turned around, he asked, "Are you sure you want to do this? It could be the last time..." to which the old lady responded with something about helping these troubled young folk. I followed them to where the girl was waiting for us (I'm going to give her the name Ashley, it seems to fit my memory). In addition to the old, black woman (let's call her Oracle, since she looked like the latter version from the Matrix), Jon Voight was (apparently) helping us. They explained that Ashley would have to sit/lay on top of me in order to merge our dreams and gave me a large bag to put over my butt since apparently the process had several unpleasant side effects (supposedly most people shat themselves upon coming out of it). I sat down on a bench and they gave me some sort of injection and then immediately I was in the back (left) seat of a car, with Ashley sitting to my left, the others in the front (Jon Voight driving). I explained to them that I was once an oneironaught myself and briefly described my first lucid dream. As if to reply and boast of his own lucid dreaming skill, Jon Voight turned his head into an inflated version of Ashley's head. We all laughed, but I noticed that the situation was rather strange so I did a reality check that failed. I quickly exclaimed, "Holy shit, we're dreaming already! That's amazing." Then I looked over at Ashley, who was looking at me also, however she appeared out of it or drunk. I noted here that despite the reality check failing I didn't seem to be able to exert any lucid control; at the time I attributed this to the process occurring in the overarching dream storyline but now that I think about it after the fact it seemed kind of weird. At this point I had a very brief false awakening (I only remember because I awoke to a lit room before actually awakening) which was followed quickly by an actual awakening.

I'm not going to count this among my lucid dreams being as it fit into the context of the dream that my reality check would fail (maybe this also explains my apparent lack of dream control). It was a curious experience. I'm a little disappointed I didn't get to see the end to my search for answers.

As any astute follower of this journal would notice, I haven't quite followed through on my recent resolution to resume dream documentation, however I do like to come back to this journal time to time to document particularly notable dreams (eg the previous post). The following is actually a dream I had a few nights ago and have been toying with the idea of writing down; it was a very haunting, powerful experience that I keep thinking about again and again.

The overarching premise of the dream was that I was dead somehow and in heaven. I want to say that the earliest part of the sequence was me living ordinarily in an area that seemed to be a common room with a bunch of offshoot dwelling rooms adjacent to a hallway that led directly to a hospital where I worked (I'll get into more detail in describing both later on), but I also suspect these may be memories within the dream (I'll clarify this later as well). Anyways, the earliest clear part of this dream took place as I somehow came to be outside the gates of heaven. I was apparently well aware of a conspiracy to keep people out of heaven, and that the primary methodology of this conspiracy was a complex maze system outside heaven's gate with a long line of people that were queued to enter heaven, and it was so constructed so as to keep people trapped, slowly moving nowhere in circles. I was at first able to see a narrative overview of this maze; people in single file line, slowly shuffling forward, many branches and loops ensuring that the people (who seemed completely ignorant of their situation and complacently moved along) were trapped. There were "employees" who seemed to be party to the conspiracy directing the flow of the lines so as to maintain things. As it were, I was just near what I knew to be the actual, true entrance to heaven, which was blocked off and guarded by a line of "employees". As I stood there trying to determine how I was going to get back in, I by chance noticed a bellboy carrying a platter of dirty dishes (I seemed to understand they delivered food to people in line). I watched as he entered an adjacent hallway marked employees only. It was unguarded, so I looked down the hallway; it was tall and wide and reminiscent of the grand hallways at a hotel convention center. The hallway went a long ways back before ending in a group of employee rooms (I assumed one of them must be a kitchen), but I also noticed a hallway branched off to the right some distance down. I looked to my right now towards the entrance to heaven and noticed another hallway opened on the other side of the line of sentries, so I decided I'd try to sneak through that way. I happened to have my messenger bag with me, so I decided I'd pretend to be a writer. I began to walk quickly down the hallway, repeating the phrase, "I'm a writer" constantly in my head as though I thought it would somehow prevent me from being caught. As I turned the corner to the right, I found that the hallway continued for some time before coming to another hallway parallel to the first. I turned another right and headed towards the exit. As I continued down this hallway I came upon a black man in a suit who waved at me in a friendly way and offered to shake my hand. As I shook his hand I only said, "I'm a writer" and then kept walking; as I passed him I could see the look of confusion on his face. I seemed to understand that he wasn't a guard, but that his job was to simply stand there and greet people. I exited the hallway into the hospital area (note this was not the area I'd seen from the other side of heaven's gate previously), which was comprised of square rooms, all hallways, some of which resembled normal hospital hallways and some of which resembled patient rooms with through paths. I knew my way back from here by memory; from the hallway square at the exit of the hallway I turned right into a room square, then left through three more squares and then right to the exit of the hospital area into my living area I'd mentioned previously. As I arrived, I slowly walked further into the room, examining my surroundings. Like the hospital area, the room was familiar to me as though I'd been living there for some time. There was a dining table in the middle of the room along one wall that was cluttered with papers and there was a television suspended on a thick pillar adjacent to the table. It occurred to me later that the layout of the main common room very vaguely resembled the living room at my grandma Isabel's old house in Halstad, and to that theme everything seemed dusty and slightly old as though the furniture, paint on the wall, decorations, and even the television were from the 80's. There were a number of people intently going about there business in the room also. As I examined my surroundings I became increasingly distressed with my disposition. I then lashed out verbally, asking if this was all I had left now in heaven, that I'd spend eternity trapped in this dusty room with some other people from the 1990's (a woman nearby in earshot glanced at me and rolled her eyes as she continued doing something), complaining that there wasn't even much of a proper internet yet. I continued, suddenly realizing that I was due to take the MPJE tomorrow but now couldn't because I was dead, meaning that I'd never been successfully licensed as a pharmacist and thus the last several years of my life spent training to that end was wasted. This angry diatribe was cut short by the realization that I'd left Laura behind and could not be sure when she would arrive or if she'd arrive at all (at least we'd already returned to her hometown, I hoped she'd find happiness again, etc.). In this strong emotional mix of anger and sadness I realized that my situation could not be real, but I could only think of ending the dream quickly instead of allowing it to continue post reality check and instantly managed to wake myself up.

When I fell asleep again I had a short continuation of this dream where I went to a buffet for food (I was aware I was still in heaven). The restaurant had many people but wasn't too crowded. It reminded me of the restaurant at Bill's gambling hall.

As I mentioned at the start of this entry I mentioned how haunting this dream has been the last few days. The reason for that is that afterwards I've been left with the haunting thought that I may have peered into the real heaven (a chilling thought given the "conspiracy", how drab the environment was, and my emotional observations towards the end). I don't genuinely believe this now (the fact that heaven is historically described as more paradise in nature, consideration that this may represent hell rather than heaven, and my ultimate awareness that this was a dream all heavily discount this notion), however I believe it does represent a phenomenon I referred to previously as "dream bleeding", where elements of the dream have remained strong in my consciousness long after the dream has ended.

The dream started out in my high school P.E. locker room, though for some reason it had many dorm like rooms, and it wasn't long after that I realized that this locker room was actually labelled "heaven" and low and behold, it was apparently heaven. I don't remember too much about the dorm I was in, besides the fact that I shared it with a muscular man, who I have never seen in my whole life. Sometime later, I forget how it progressed to this point, but I was in a beautiful field, one that had some sort of ruins that had many rows of seats and a futuristic sort of large screen, an magnificent looking angel stood in front of it. I don't remember why, but I was then crowded while creating my will in heaven. It seems to strike me that I have been having many dreams relating to school recently, which is usual when I go on any sort of break, but these dreams seem kind of out of it.

I think this dream started as I was riving down a really windy road on cliffs, it reminded me of the road from Apache lake, but much more dangerous. I remember driving up the hills and going really fast up them. I started to worry about falling off, and then sure enough the next turn I slide off. Somehow, my truck disappears, and I am just falling or something. I don’t feel afraid. I grab onto the side of the cliff, there’s not really anything to grab onto, but my fingers just have an insane grip. I think this is when I realize that I am in a dream. I debate letting go and falling or climbing to the top, and decide just to climb up. I remember pulling myself up... and then I’m not sure. I remember being in the desert. I feel like I lost connection with the fact that I was dreaming maybe. I just remember I eventually end up running through the desert with someone, I think Chris, until we come to a house.

I enter the house through a Window and start looking around. I remember thinking the house looked strange. I mean, it looked normal, but I had never seen a house that really resembled it’s layout or decoration. Upon entering the house I had remembered that I was dreaming, and I was relieved to be inside of a house now so that I could draw doors. I started walking around looking for a good wall to draw on. I found one that kind of had some pictures and stuff on it, and decided to use it. I drew a door with my fingers. Just after that a man entered the house with his kids, he started yelling at us to get out and was ready to attack us. I told him to just wait a damn minute because I was writing “My Future” on the door and was about to open it. I ripped his shit off the wall that was covering my door. Apparently he tried to do something to us and it didn’t work, and then the man himself realized he was dreaming. His kids vanished and now he was just hanging out. I finished writing “My Future” in a pretty awful handwriting, and then I went to open the door. No door knob, but there was a fridge handle on it instead, I pulled it open to reveal the inside of a fridge. I tried climbing halfway in it to see if something special would happen, but to no avail, so I decided to make another door.

I went into another room in his house and before making my door, the man sat on the couch and started to talk to me about how he was dreaming and how none of this mattered and that he knew he was dreaming when he did “?” and it didn’t work right. I think he tried shooting me. He was smoking a cigarette and I had him give me one, and I was having a hard time lighting it. I turned to him and told him to give me his real life phone number. He gave it to me slowly in double digit increments. I tried memorizing it, but I really wanted to go back to my door making... I turned to another wall, this time with Chris, by my side and made a perfect door. It even had a knob . I began to think about what to write on it, I didn’t want to write my future again so I started trying to think of something else. I was deciding between “Subconscious,” “Hell,” and “Heaven.” I decided on heaven. I wrote it on the door, but as soon as I opened it, everything in my dream went black. I laid there for a bit still conscious in the darkness, debating whether to open my eyes or not. I concluded my dream must be over, so I opened them.

I got on a plane with my cousins Amanda, Nathan, my Uncle, Aunt, and a family friend named Dawn, along with my own immediate family. The plan hit turbulence so we strapped in. Then it started going down, flipped over and sank into the sea. The plane slowly sank to the ocean floor and water began to slowly flood in. We went to the lower level of the plane which was now on top. The lower level of the plan happened to look like my basement. Everyone huddled together, scared of dying.

I started crying because I didn't want to drown and I wished the plan had just exploded so it would be over quickly. Dawn said I should look out the window and watch the fish swim by to distract myself. It didn't work! I started praying for God's help. Then me, my mother, my aunt, and my cousin all held hands and said the 'Our Father'. I then found my Dad in the crowd and told him I loved him. Then I sat by the window again to wait for death to come.

I thought about how at least now I didn't have to worry about going to school, paying off loans, or getting a career. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw a glowing white light that continued to grow. I reached out to it, assuming I'd died and the angels had come for me. But soon all I could see was light and when it faded we were at my house. The plane wreckage was in my front yard along with the survivors. My mother insisted we were alive and had been miraculously saved. My father and I figured we had all died and this was some sort of Purgatory.

So... I've been sort of lazy on posting dreams... and for the past week or so I can't seem to remember that much because I haven't been getting a lot of sleep because of exams. But exams ended thursday, and last night I got tons of sleep. Tons of sleep=tons of dreams. I wish I could remember all of what I dreamt last night because there was so much fun adventures going on... I'll just try to do my best.

Ski Race
I was really sad, crying maybe, because I was about to do this ski race and I had gotten absolutely no practice at all lately(sort of like in real life- I have a race in 1 week and haven't been training that much). I had to force myself to do it. At first I was going pretty slow, but then I just tried to ignore all the pain and block out everything. It worked, and I picked up the pace and skied like a pro till the end. It seemed like only 5 K, but when I asked my mom how long it actually was, she said 18K. I was so proud of myself. Too bad I couldn't do that in real life.


10 Mystery Adventures!
This was a really long epic dream, but I can't remember any of it! All I remember is that me and two of my friends started doing this mystery thing where we had to solve 10 mysteries and go on adventures and stuff. I don't know what the prize for doing this was, but it was going to be really cool. The first few challenges were easy but I don't remember any of them..I remember that once you completed a challenge you had to go through this glowing circle door type thing and advance to the next level. And it was hard to be sure if you actually did the challenge right so you had to take a risk each time you went through the circle and hope you did it right, otherwise you would either be sent back somewhere or die, I don't remember which one. One of the harder ones was where me and my friend Brittany were on this colorful blue platform and we had to roll a peanut or something in a specific way to try to hit something or get it in a hole... It took a few tries but Brittany got it in. As we completed the challenges we crossed them off a list. We were getting really close to finishing, with only about 2 or 3 challenges left and it was getting exciting. The next challenge was that we had to capture a dragon. Obviously, there are no such things as dragons(even in my dreamworld). But it was sort of like a mystery thing, and we had to figure out how to capture a dragon.. so we saw this bus shaped like a giant red dragon go by and thought it would be a good idea to somehow capture it. We had it come to my house and the people inside of it came out and started trying to sell us some skies. Then I woke up to go to the bathroom.



Capture the Cop/Live/Die/Heaven???
So after I returned to my bed I tried to go back into the same dream because I wanted to finish the challenges and see what the reward was, but that didn't work. Me and two of my friends were on my driveway and for some reason we wanted to capture a policeman. So my friend called the police and told them something was wrong just to make them come to our house. One middle aged, skinny black haired cop showed up at our house a few seconds later. I was scared but I knew I was dreaming so I faced my fears and prepared for his arrival. Me and my friends took a long piece of string and tied it in a particular way that made it easy for us when we tied the cop up in it. Then we brought him to my room and did something... I don't remember what. Whatever it is, I think it killed the cop. We set him free but he just stayed there, crying and praying on the floor. I asked him what was wrong but he didn't really answer. I think he went crazy. Then I realized he was dead. We were all dead. Something went wrong.. I don't know what. Then my other friend Nikki showed up and we were in Heaven. She got a room there but said it wasn't big enough so I magically made it bigger for her, it was like building a house on the sims. I'm not sure who was alive and who was dead at this point, it was so confusing.

I had this dream last night where i almost attained complete enlightenment, i felt ecstasy and everything became really vibrant, and heard a song... i can't remember the first line but i remember it had the word god in it, and the second line said something like "between zero and three" might have meant Hz (hertz) but i'm not sure. It sounded like nothing i've ever heard before and is absolutely indescribable. then in another dream before i woke up i felt a heavenly presense healing me, it was like it was doing some weird kind of acupuncture, picking my etherical body off a grid axis and placing it back on is the only way i can describe it.

I am outside my house, planting flowers with a little shovel. I am humming an unknown tune to myself. I stand up and wipe the dirt off my knees. Then I hear a shot echo through the air, and a sharp pain in my chest. I look down, and I see a large bullet wound in my heart. I cover my face with my hands and start to cry. I collapse to the ground, curl up in a ball, and die. Then, my ghost rises from my body. I stand there and look at my body, wondering what happens next. Then, a ray of light appears from above my head. A female angel dressed in white floats down, and holds her hand out to me. “Come,” she says. I reach my hand out to go with her, when somebody starts to pound on the window of our house from the inside.
I look to the window, and see my mom inside, yelling and pointing her finger at me. “Aubery Ruth, don’t you DARE go to heaven! You don’t deserve to go there, you can go straight to hell!” I start to cry, when the angel grabs my hand and drags me to heaven. “Don’t mind her,” she says, “she is going to hell.”

I appear in a dark room, and I'm sitting at a long table. I can hear voices muttering and laughing, but I can't see anything, since it's all dark except a ring of light around me. I look down at a plate in front of me. On it is like some sort of stir fry, mostly yellow with red cubes of meat and broccoli. I pick up my fork and take a bite. Eh, its ok. I thought Heaven food would taste better. A big booming voice says from somewhere, "So, Aubrey, I bet you haven't ever eaten BOOONELESS meat before, eh?" I look around, and say, "Umm actually, we have boneless meat on Earth. Like chicken wings and stuff."

Doser?! Is that you? (non-lucid)

I am in a department store with a friend. We walk near the help desk and hear someone say a large, deformed man is looking for someone.

We turn around and walk the other way when a huge man walks out from a door. I try not to make eye contact but he must have been 8 foot and heavy set. He was wearing sweats and had some light facial hair. No deformity.

We keep walking when I women said "So you guys want to go to heave?". "Uh...ok" I say. She responds with "Just how wild a ride you looking for? Follow me and place your money in the mailbox."

We follow her down some dark steps and into the parking garage. The dream becomes real vivid. We keep going down even further to a basement. I lose my friend. "Where'd you go, Jim?" I yell. The women said "He's dead and you're next." She points a gun at me and then runs back up the steps.

Then, in real life, my fan fell from my window and scared the holy guacamole out of me. I woke up.

These are the oldest dreams that I have ever recorded, before I knew about lucid dreaming. I recently found them tucked away in a folder. I was around 13 when I wrote this journal type dream entry.

They are actually quite embarrassing.. My grammar wasn't the best..

1-25-06

I have all kinds of dreams. A lot of my dreams are about flying, some are just about school or friends. Here are some dreams I've had in the past.



In one of my dreams, I was in my school when I tripped and dropped a bunch of books. The boy I had a crush on came and helped me pick my stuff up. I was staring at the floor when he whispered "I love you" into my hear. I looked up slowly but it wasn't him that whispered that! It was one of my friends, Allie W. I was so grossed out when I woke up!

In one dream, I was jumping off high buildings and landing safely on the ground. But after a few times of doing that, for some reason my ankles started to hurt. All of a sudden, I was on a train. It looked like a train on a computer game that I used to play a lot called Tomb Raider. For some reason I jumped off the train and landed on the ground right in front of it. I watched as I fastly slid under the train. The, for some reason, the screen turned red and the words "game over" showed up. It was really freaky because that's what happens when you die in the game Tomb Raider.

Me, my mom, my dad, and my friend Rachel were in a car driving somewhere through a beautiful forest-like landscape surrounded by green. Then, we came to a road that was over a lake and it was about a 1/2 mile drop down to the lake. We were going really fast, when we realized that the road was going to end right there, in the middle of the way over the lake. It was too late. We flew off the road and started falling down to the beautiful lake. The scenery was wonderful. Before we crashed, my mom said "I love you." then everything turned white and the next thing I knew, I was in Heaven. It wasn't like I had expected and it wasn't all that beautiful. We were in a building the whole time. I didn't see my mom and dad after that, but I did see Rachel a few times. In Heaven, they had some boring activities planned out for us, but all I wanted to do(and all I really did) was try to fly. That's all I remember.

Killer animals. Yes my friend, this story is about killer animals. It was a normal morning, except for one thing. Someone left open a window and animals snuck in overnight! There were a few bugs and small creatures, but when I went to the bathroom, I saw chickens! And when I walked into the kitchen, there was a very fat cat and an evil growling cat. It was 7:35 and time to leave for school, but when I looked out the window, I saw a monkey holding a cactus and ready to throw it at us, but when he saw us he quickly hid it behind his back and acted like he didn't have anything. But then, my dumb alarm clock woke me up.