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I had an interesting dream last night. I'm calling it a Lucid Dream because in the dream I realized that I was dreaming. Yet, the dream had such a hold of me that I didn't reach full lucidity and the dream pulled me back in. I'm not sure where to end the blue....

Lucid Dream:

I was in a store that supposedly belonged to my friend Jim. I was the only one in the store. I had somehow let myself in while it was closed. I walked to toward the front of the store and saw that there was a mess on the floor. A soda had spilled and there were torn newspapers.

I decided that I would clean them up. I didn't want Jim to have to deal with that when he came in.

When I was just finishing cleaning up, I heard the front door of the store open. A guy that I supposedly recognized because he worked in the next store over, and a lady I know (Elaine) walked in.

I apologized that the store wasn't really open and that I should have made sure the door was locked. Elaine looked at me very seriously. I knew something was wrong.

I asked her if something was wrong, and she knodded. She told me that there had been a lot of ambulances and emergency vehicles in front of Jim's house earlier. That there had been gunshots heard.

I asked if Jim was alright. She slowly shook her head and said, "No....Jim is dead."

I remember standing there in shock, then falling to my knees. I put my hands over my face and I started to sob. Jim had been my good freind. He was about to get married next Spring. He was so happy. What was Kim, his fiancee, going to do now? All their hopes shattered. I needed to talk to Kim.

Then a funny thought went through my head. Jim lived in Rhode Island. I wasn't in Rhode Island. How could Elaine have just driven by Jim's house? This didn't make sense. Then it hit me. This must be a dream. It would be so wonderful it it was a dream. If this was a dream, then it probably meant that Jim wasn't dead. I stood up and took off flying. Yes..this was a dream.

I was so happy that this was a dream that I started to sing as I flew around the store. I sung about how everything was going to be alright now. I thought I did a great job with the song and even remember that I was making it all rhyme.

But as I landed I started doubting. I knew that I was dreaming. But I didn't know if this for sure meant that Jim was okay.

I can't remember all the details of what happened next. I do remember my mom called me and did confirm that there were ambulances in front of Jim's house ealier. I started feeling upset again. If my mom saw the ambulances, it had to be real didn't it?

I decided that the only was to find out for sure was to drive by Jim's house and see.

Things get fuzzy again. I remember being in the car with Jeff and we were passing these big sequoia trees. I saw one house that had built its living room around the tree. I thought that would be so cool to have a tree in the house. I don't remember getting to Jim's house. And at this point there was no lucidity left.

I didn't have much sleep over the past few days because of various things, but last night - I was able to get a good nights sleep. I took some B6 earlier and had a couple of dreams, but only one of them is worth posting. Anyway...

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15-04-12
Around 8:00am

Black Van
Genre: Action
Non-Lucid

First thing I remember is being in a restaurant with a girl, I don't know her in real life but I get the feeling we are in a relationship. We talk for a bit, and I remember her name being Alexis. We chat for a bit while we eat, once done I pay the bill and we walk outside. It begins to rain, so we begin running to shelter but as we run - a black van screeches to a halt beside us and three men come out. One of them has a gun, and points it at me while the other two grab the girl and take her into the back of the van. The man begins to back away from me, while keeping his gun pointed at me. "What the hell are you doing?" I say, but don't get a response, instead the man with the gun opens the vans front door and slowly gets in but as they drive off the man shoots me in the chest. I hit the deck with searing pain going through my chest, I look up at the sky with the rain falling down, pounding off me and the ground. I can feel things going dark, but then I hear someone shout "Are you okay?". I can barely move so I can't check who it is, but when he comes closer I catch a glimpse before everything goes dark - and for some reason Jim Carrey helping me by pounding on my chest. I can hear sirens as I start to black out.

I wake up (in the dream) in a white hospital room. I look around while attempting to sit up, I can, but it's a struggle. A doctor suddenly comes in and tells me to lie back down because the police want to talk to me. I comply, and two police officers come in, they ask me a through questions - which I answer the best I can. I ask them what happened to the girl and who the guys were. They don't give me a reply instead they just leave. The doctor then tells me I'm free to go, I get out of the bed, get my clothes back on and start to walk through the hospital. I spot Jim Carrey in one of the rooms, lying on a bed, with cuts and bruises on his face. I stop and go into the room, Jim looks startled and says "You're alive?!". We chat for a bit, and he tells me that after the ambulance took me, a few men came in another black van and attacked him. I can tell it's the same people who shot me. The doctor who was with me before, comes in and says that Jim can go. Jim and I walk out of the hospital and stop on the side walk for a bit, we discuss what happened again, before the black van comes round the corner again, but this time five men come out the back, two have guns pointed at us, the other three then force us into the back.

Next thing I know, Jim and I are thrown into a prison interview like room. We are then tied to chairs. A couple of the men proceed to punch us in the face often. After a few tags, the men turn around before leaving us. Jim and I both have trickles of blood from cuts on our foreheads. We begin to think of an escape plan. Jim tells me that his ropes aren't tied that tight, he manages to escape from his chair before untying me. I try to open the door, but it is locked. We try to think of a way out of this situation. Jim comes up with the idea of him pretending to have a heart attack or something, while I shout for help. We sit back down on the chairs, and place our hands behind it, after a few seconds I start shouting for help - few seconds later and a man comes in. I tell him that Jim has a problem, he's in pain. The man walks over to Jim, turning his back to me, I stand up, grab him by the neck and break it. I grab the guys gun from his belt and Jim and I make our way to the door.

We check if the coast is clear, it is so we walk down the long corridor. We get to a corner, around the corner is two guys standing by a door. I check the ammo in the pistol, nod at gym and tell him to stay behind me. I shoot one of the men in the head, and take cover from the other guy, the guy unloads is whole clip and while he reloads I pop out from behind the wall and tag him in the chest. The noise from the shooting has alerted the other men. At the other end of the corridor, I see four men with the girl running. Two stay behind and shoot at us. I dive into cover, but Jim gets shot in the chest. I quickly kill the guy before shooting the other guy in the leg. I kneel down beside Jim and ask him what I've to do. He says "Go and save her" before dying dramatically, like something you would see in a cheesy film. Anyway, I run down the corridor, gun in hand, I leave the guy I shot in the leg because I can't waste ammo. I see the four men pulling the girl into that damn black van again.

I run outside but the van begins to pull away, I look around and see a red McLaren F1. I run up to it, open the door and luckily the keys are already there. I turn the keys and speed away in pursuit of the van. I get up close to it and the men open the back doors, and begin shooting at me, I can't shoot back incase I hit the girl. So I speed up and get alongside the van, I shoot the man in the passenger seat. But then I suddenly notice an oncoming car, I swerve to avoid the collision, but so did the other car, and the other car swerves straight into the van. The van begins rolling because of the impact, kind of glad because I was beginning to hate the sight of that van. I stop and cautiously get out of my car, I point my gun at the van, incase someone shoots at me. I start slowly walking towards it, I get to the van and notice the driver has been killed. I walk around to the back, open the back doors, but no one is in the back. Perplexed I turn back around, put the gun away. I hear sirens coming, and quickly run into an alley, because I know I would be arrested because of the gun and the whole car collision. This is when I wake up.

Hah, it's been a while since I've remembered anything more than fragments of a dream.

So, In this dream, I remember I'm in my house, it's night and I'm with my family. Not sure why, but I'm trying to sleep on my sofa, all the lights in the living room were off, and (right beside my sofa on the right side is a window) a light, almost like that of a searchlight kept shining in my eyes through the blinds. I keep shutting my eyes and trying to hide them from view so I can get some actual sleep and yet, this searchlight kept getting in my eyes. I look up and I, for some reason can't stop watching it, as the movements it was making are very out-of-place, I guess you could say. I noticed, as well, while I watched it, it was moving in more in a figure eight pattern and shining, not just our house, but on others as well, though the time spent on them was much just a small time, while our house it's spending plenty of time pointed towards.

After a good couple minutes of watching it, it finally disappeared, though less than a minute after this ... alien teleports into my house. It's floating above the ground, has no legs, long stringy arms with rather large hands on the ends, a body shaped both like a peanut and a triangle at the same time.
Around here, I forget what happens, I'm assuming something like him being friendly enough telling me of himself and letting me ask a couple questions of him and why he's here, asking if I'm so-and-so and me saying yes, and then him taking me without my say in any of it, as from the point I remember I'm on the ground outside as I'm on sand and dirt feeling rather nauseous and exhausted. I remember there being another person with me, though I can't remember who they were.

Anyway, after a couple seconds of nausea and exhaustion I decided to look up, see where I am, and let me tell you I was surprised when I saw where I was and what was around me. I was just outside of what looked like a marketplace and yet, there were no humans, instead many different species of aliens.
I look down again and close my eyes, trying to gather what the hell has happened, then remembering our alien friend who got me here. Remembering him, I get up quickly, the other person I'm with notices my erratic movement and gets up as well, following me, probably because they were just as confused as I.

I'm not sure where I'm going, I'm just moving as my legs are, through the large crowd of foreign creatures are making it rather hard for me to get to just walk to where ever I'm trying to walk to. I finally get to where my feet were taking me and I notice him our teleporting friend (I'm going to start calling him Jim)
As I saw Jim, I noticed he was wearing a very lopsided crown (I'm sure it was from earth) and was sitting in a chair that looked like eroded rock. He had what looked like servants around him holding various things and his ... throne was rather high up on a stone cliff
As Jim noticed me, he looked genuinely surprised from his expression. Afterwards he gave me a greeting asking how I liked the place, though I was more interested in knowing exactly where I was, so I asked him. He responded by making a vision show up inside my head, and as he talked, the images changed accordingly. He told me that I was on a barren planet which the "people" were poor, and the weather was dry and hot. The 'people' were farmers and could only grow "cabbage" (I'm sure he was only using this for myself to compare as the plants looked less like cabbage and more like a lettuce, carrot, cabbage combination )


As I started to tell him that I wanted to go home, he told me he couldn't do that and that now I'm simply a lowly servant whom has no say in the subject. Of course all of this kept making me more and more pissed off, contesting every word he said and as I started looking for a way up to him, some four-armed steroid-ridden aliens came and restrained me, just as I had found a stone path up to the throne Jim had.
*Right here is more of the dream that I have no memory of, I'm assuming I was sedated, thrown into a jail and had found my way out, and started walking back the way I thought Jim was*
I found my way, had more of a confrontation, though this time, he came down and we started talking from a more level state. Of course, I was still condescending and rather pissed, and considering he was acting cool and manipulative, this made me more pissed off, eventually leading to me punching me, him chasing me, and me running away.

I ran through the deserted landscape for not a very long time until we reached a place he didn't mention at all in his vision he sent to me; a large lake. Here there was a lot of pipes and high up towers. I started climbing up one of these towers, and half way up went onto one of these pipes. Got half way across before Jim obstructing my path and forcing me to turn back. I get back to the other tower and of course Jim is right behind me. I climb to the top of the tower and notice an opening, from here I remember not thinking but simply creating a ladder in my hands. I found this a little weird though I had no time to think as jim had just about made it up to the top with me. I dropped the ladder through the opening and I slid down it (though it was rope )

From here on in, I don't remember the rest, though hey, I did really enjoy remembering this when I woke up as it was a very fun dream.

07.11.2010

Enter Jim (DILD)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can do this. Running toward the red metal banister lining the platform between step, I make to jump over it, but screech to a halt in hesitation, fear. I can fly to the top. I know I can. Peering over the edge I see there are several flights of stairs above me and a seemingly endless drop below.

This is a dream, right. . ?

Right.

I leap off the edge, soaring out in a wide arc before falling, down, to a certain death. A burst of denial keeps me airborne, and I shoot up to the very top of this brightly lit, overly windowed building. A school, I think. There's a railed ledge at the top, spanning out over everything below, casting a thin shadow as it greedily eats up the hot light from the sun above. People—friends—look at me strangely, but I could care less. I'm gonna have some fun with this one.

Up and out, I climb, bursting through the glass ceiling only to find the building is alone, on a grey, mossy rock, in a void of white of nothing. Within moments of my discovery, scenery starts to form around the building. High snow-covered cliffs, white fluffy clouds, rushing rapids pouring over rough rocks, and a huge cerulean lake surrounding the school, snap into existence right before my eyes. Screw goals, screw DGs, screw deeper meaning, I'm free as a bird and I feel like spreading my wings.

Soaring across the landscape, I twist and dive about, skirting the top of the rapids, picking up speed. The exhilarating freedom of flight overwhelms my senses, and on a whim I decide I want to try and see Raven. Flying headfirst across the ground, I put my arms out in front of me and tear at the fabric of space and time, sending my world into blackness. . . .

A figure forms in my vision, blurry, indistinct. I wonder who, or what, it could be as I fly through the nether. Within seconds, new landscape begins coming into focus, slowly and in bursts, like the initial load of a large video game map. The figure becomes more defined; it's a boy, a young man around my age with deep brown hair and piercing eyes. I follow him as he jumps into a small clear-water pond. Treading in the water as I float above, he mouths something, but I can't hear him; all I get is a ethereal sense he's trying to communicate. Flustered, he tries again, and this time an echoing, almost synthesized, phrase escapes his lips: “Are you alive?”

Now it's my turn to be flustered: “Of course I am.” He grins at me before taking off, running further up into this new, colorful, mountainous, landscape. I keep up as best I can, until we come to the opening *large pipe built into the rocks. A waterslide.

“Prove it!” The boy leaps into the pipe and is swallowed by the dark. Dropping to the ground, I approach the pipe, and with only minor hesitation leap into it. Gravity takes over as my body falls through the twists and turns of the slide and its cold rushing water.. I let out a yell, to show my liveliness to this boy, but I feel silly. Suddenly, I stop, dead in my tracks.

Odd.

The plastic tube stuck firm against my exposed back, I try to restart my descent. With some luck, it works and the ride continues, but it doesn't last long. I'm trapped again, and this time I'm not getting out by traditional means. I spend the next few minutes traversing the piping, climbing strange obstacles, with no end in sight. At the rate I'm going, I'll never see the daylight again. But with some effort on my part, the next bend takes me into the light, onto a grassy ledge, where a figure stands, overlooking a vast rocky expanse. It's the boy from before, but he's not a boy anymore, he's an adult, and there he stands with the poise you'd expect of a politician or military leader.

I approach him, and our conversation begins. His name is Jim, and he's here to teach me. He says he'll be stalking me ferociously over the next few nights, tracking me, watching me. Furthermore, he wants to know what kind of car I typically drive.

“What kind of car I drive?”

“Yes, it's important we supply you with cars you're familiar with.”

“Erm, I typically don't do much driving in dreams.” I can't help thinking this conversation is getting weird. What do cars have to do with anything. . . ?

To be continued. . . . Maybe. . . .

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

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

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

The door to the room was closed.

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

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