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This one is a very crazy dream!


I was on a hill and there were pink flowers on the floor... and waterfalls on the sides. The sun was bright and then a panda came out... We played, we danced and we had fun!
I was going to the waterfall and i told that panda to stay. So as i was going to waterfall i've saw a knife, evil thingies came through my head
So.. i came there putting the knife in my pocket and said to panda... Hellooo my friend what should be your name? Oh! I've got an idea! What about.. Red Stomach???
And then we danced and suddenly sky became red... Trees bloody, flowers became roses with some deadly spikes on them and waterfalls were Bloodyfalls... Yeah! Blood came out of them.
My eyes became red and i put out the knife out of my pocket slicing panda's stomach it became bloody and then i stabbed him all over his body then kicking him and stomping on him then i was -ing!
It was really fucked up dream!

In in my room, just staring at my reflection on the mirror. I now that I am dreaming, so I probably just forgot the beginning of the dream. Anyways, I look at the mirror and my image stares there, unmoving and still, without any interference or distorsion. My awareness level is quite high so I can think clearly that I am dreaming, that this just a dream and how this 'reality' works. I examine my thoughts and surroundings, touch the nightstand and the knife on it. I think of the time I tried DMT and saw the runes on my arms. Those beautiful, overwhelmingly and painfully beautiful runes on my arms, vibrating as I stared at them. They were part of me and I had the feeling that I had seen them before. Everytime I think of them I get emotionally overwhelmed. I need to see them again, so I think of it. I expect them to be there, but nothing happens and I feel how the dream starts to fade.

I tell myself that it's a dream and try to stabilize it. Keeps fading away as I reach the knife to stab it on my arm, just to feel pain and use it as an anchor to the dream. It's not still there and I feel my real body laying on the bed. I'm awake.

I believe these dreams were two separate ones!

I was at a ceremony for my school (well, old school now), where I was having dinner with my parents and various classmates. We then went into this big hall where all the students and their parents were, and names were being called off in groups of two or three. If you were called, you had to rush down there and try to beat the other kid in a race to the bottom. If you won, you got a prize. I got called twice and managed to win both times without even knowing the rules. And my reward...was a pokemon game.

This dream had me in my house. It started off as me not even being there, just watching as two famous actors (Rob Schneider and someone else) were discussing something. Eventually they disappeared and I got to walk around my house. I decided to call up PeanutButterGamer (FOR SOME REASON) and had a nice chat with him about mario. After this is when things started getting a bit weirder. I heard noises outside and got a bad feeling, so I instinctively went to the kitchen to grab a knife or something for protection. "Y'never know," I told myself.
As I got to the kitchen, I looked outside. Cats were everywhere in my neighbor's back yard. Weird, cuz he normally has a bunch of dogs. They were going up to this pool of liquid (it looked kind of like apple cider), and lapping it up. I turned my eyes back to the kitchen, and there were suddenly a bunch of cats in it! Cue me going
I opened the knife drawer, cuz I was still feeling paranoid about the noise I heard. The knife drawer was filled with the same cider looking liquid I saw before. I sighed and tried to get a towel to clean it up while all the cats mewed at me.

Lucid
Non-lucid
The dream began in my bedroom. The moment I opened my eyes and looked around I knew I was dreaming. As usual I rushed to the window and climbed out (somehow this always seems the logical course of action o.O no doors for me). The landscape beyond my house was very different, so beautiful. The grass was lush and green, there were patches of tiny purple flowers everywhere and those patches are abundant with life, even the insects are a similar shade of delicate purple. I walk around the side of the house, there's a sharp wedge of land jutting upward like a ramp alongside the highest level of terrain. It's wonderfully green. There's a gap on either side of the ramp, so I have to climb carefully. I can hear someone moving around above. I'm curious and start to climb. It's too steep to walk upright, and I have to use my hands. There's a thick lacework of roots attaching the high level of terrain with the wedge of land I am on. I use the roots to steady my climb, and when I get to the top I think I see a gap large enough for me to pass through. Large trees line a lawn that someone is mowing. I pass to the other side of the gap, a trick of light making it seem like it's on the point of the wedge. When I realize my mistake and go to the other side, I realize there is no gap. I take the roots in my hands and try to part them, but they refuse and I only succeed in breaking them from the earth. I've put all my weight on the roots, when they come free I start to fall into the narrow gap between the cliff and the wedge. It is a very long drop. I tilt my head back and remind myself not to be afraid because fear would be admitting that some part of this is real, and if I believe it is real then the impact could hurt me. I close my eyes, feeling the air around me as I plummet to the ground, holding onto the roots, wondering when they will become taut. My feet hit the ground and I allow myself to crumple into a roll...

My mind sinks to another layer of sleep. I get out of bed and try to turn on the lights, the switch feels like rubber and keeps collapsing under my fingers, the lights won't come on. Disconcerted I lay back down. Someone else goes to try the lights and I explain that the switch is broken. I hear something moving on the other side of my closed door and I have a slight shift of perception. My boyfriend retreats a step from the door and I get out of bed just as the door slowly swings open. I make the sun rise so daylight floods the room. The shadow in my door remains a shadow, all hard edges, the suggestion of claws and teeth and horns. It is tall, taking up the entire doorway, and is carrying a hatchet. It kills him before I can react. I cry out and rush forward, disarming the creature with a quick swipe of my arm and killing it with its own weapon.

I'm a little unclear what happened next. I walked down the hallway and killed another shadow goblin. I end up in one of the houses I grew up in. I make the sun rise again so that the eerie dusk light is gone.

I wake up and roll over and I find I want to return to the dream. So I do. It's a combination of the two, I'm in my bedroom. I make the sun rise. I tell my boyfriend to stay away from the door and pick up two knives that are laying on the floor. I open the door and kill the thing on the other side, saving my boyfriend's life.
"How did you know it was out there?"
"I've already done this. Since I knew what would happen I came back to save you."
"Oh.."
"Want to see something pretty?" I say, smiling. I hand my boyfriend the creature's hatchet and open the window. On the other side is the beautiful green terrain with patches of pale purple flowers. "Come flying with me."
"We can't fly..."
"Sure we can. Do you remember why?"
"Because you're dreaming?"
"That's right. Because I'm dreaming."

I briefly remember returning to the wedge of cliff and my vision going dark and then being replaced by my room. I close my eyes and take a few breaths, I can still feel the dream. I can even still see a little green.
I think "That was good advice they gave me about stabilizing the dream, just close my eyes and take a breath. Allow it to continue, don't force it to."

I don't actually remember getting that advice, but it makes sense.

I will post an update on this every day. It's been an odd recurring dream and I need some help on what to do with it.
I'll post what happens every night.

Day 1 - Nothing important happened.
Night 1 - I see a girl with long, straight red-ish hair and wears a pink dress with splatters of red. She is just staring at me while in a sitting position. My bed is just on the floor, like a small mattress so If i were to sit on my bed, I would see her in eye level across the room. I didn't really care about it much and I thought it was just a dream. Oddly enough, I usually become lucid in these kind of dreams but I couldn't somehow.

Day 2 - Nothing important happened.
Night 2 - The same as day one, just the girl staring at me at the other side of my room.

Day 3 - Some trouble in my class with my friends.
Night 3 - I didn't see her again today.

Day 4 - Nothing important happened.
Night 4 - I didn't see her anymore, I think it's finally over.

Day 5 - Did a group activity in class, nothing special but noted.
Night 5 - This is where I freaked out. The girl was on her knees this time, just staring at me with blank eyes. We stared at each other for a few seconds then she suddenly moved extremely fast towards me, still on her knees. It's like shes trying to walk just on her knees and it was so fast that after a few seconds she was almost face to face with me, luckily I woke up before anything scary happened. I laughed at myself for being so scared over a dream once I woke up and continued my day.

Day 6 - I told my classmates about it and they keep saying that this happens because I'm not too faithful to God and I'm being haunted by demons, they are some religious nuts aren't they? I don't really think that has anything to do with these recurring dreams though. One of my friends insist that I pray or something, I don't really believe them.
Night 6 - I hate jump scares. This is where my friends' and classmates' words started to scare me. I started becoming paranoid while I'm trying to get some sleep. The lights were closed and I could only see a dim light coming from the window of my room. Every time that I almost fall asleep, I would feel something coming towards me. I felt that if it's coming to me, I couldn't move my body so I would sit on my bed and check the room. I got a flashlight and a metal pipe, which I now think I'm that stupid to bring a pipe to fight some sort of non-existing ghost. I checked the flashlight around the room but I didn't see anything. I held my nose and tried to breathe through but I couldn't, it was a reality check so that means I'm not dreaming. I got back on my bed but felt the same thing again and again and I had to wake up to check the room again and again. Each time I woke myself up, I would do a dream check but still, I'm not dreaming. The final time I did this I just thought to myself that I let myself get to affected by what my classmates said about a ghost haunting me and now I'm just scaring myself and not getting any sleep. I gave up and threw the pipe and the flashlight away. As I laid back on my bed, I turned right and saw Diane face to face lying beside me. I was so scared that I woke up in the morning and I couldn't scream. I looked like an idiot and just laughed at how scared I was.

Day 7 - I told this to more of my friends. Some of them laughed, some just gave stupid religious advice -_-.
Night 7 - I couldn't move in my bed for some reason. Nothing special happened even though I couldn't move though I did hear a faint whisper saying something like "Diane". Because of this, me and my classmates decided to call the girl "Diane".

Day 8 - Something happened today that probably influenced my dream. It was the last subject at school and I thought to myself that I can finally get home and mess around with the computer. I was talking with two of my classmates who I will just call Cole and Will. Cole was a girl in my class who wears glasses, she's sort of cute. Will is one of my friends who constantly cries about how his girlfriend doesn't like him that much, poor guy. Will went to do something for awhile so I was just sitting with Cole, we were talking about an anime called "Hataraku Maou-Sama" and I was holding Will's stuffed Peashooter from Plants VS Zombies, I don't know why I had to tell all the details but oh well, I like to say everything in detail. Everything is going normally right? Well, there is this jerk in my class who I'll call "Nate". He's the type of person who would make fun out of anyone just so he can get some attention. He noticed me talking to Cole and started saying that I'm trying to get her to be my girlfriend. He said it so loud that the whole class could hear. Really, we're already in highschool and everyone's acting like elementary students saying "EEEEE" just to annoy us both. I didn't really care about Nate since I knew he had nothing better to do and is just getting attention but I noticed Cole getting really angry. I really got angry at that time since I hate getting insulted by lots of people and I wanted to kill Nate at that point if Cole ever decides to start ignoring me because of this. Will finally came back to help but started being insulted as "gay" by one of the other classmates for some reason. While going home, me and Will got into a little fight. I accidentally punched him in the ribs and I twisted my right foot. After that I said now it's fair and we went home. At home I just stayed in my room thinking of ways to get revenge on Nate, I stayed in my room the whole day until its nighttime. If you're still reading this, congratulations.
Night 8 - I didn't really care if I was going to see Diane this night. I felt someone holding my hand, It felt like really soft skin like Cole's but it also felt very cold, like dead cold. There came another hand which gave me something, I couldn't move anything else other than my hand so I couldn't really look at the object given to me. It felt like a handle of something, I moved my fingers to check the tip and It was somewhat sharp. I managed to get a glimpse at it and it was a Knife. I woke up once I noticed it was a knife and went to school.

Day 9 - I was just walking towards Nate and I knew he was going to say something to me, most probably a petty overused insult like "**** you" or "you're gay". He was about to say something but he stopped mid-sentence. For some reason, he looked like he was scared and instantly said sorry to me, I told him to not do it again and he agreed but kept saying he's sorry. That wasn't like him at all.
Night 9 - Oddly enough, nothing happened this night. I was kinda expecting Diane to show up or something.

To be continued.

So..... I didn't log last night. My past couple of logs have also not been very vivid. So, tonight, i'm going to focus and meditate a little before bed. This should sort of remind myself to wake up after a rem cycle is complete and log instead of being lazy.

Anyway, what i remember:

Defending dagger:
It's night, i'm outside on my farm. Me and a friend are vampires and as a result, my family is planning to kill us, or at least i think that was the plot. So i'm outside with a knife, my family members are running at me and i'm slicing them one by one to wound them enough to stop them. I then wound a little girl pretty badly ( i didn't know i had a little sister in my dream world :3 ). because i hurt her, i can't help but break down and cry.

Then the plot slowly turns to me watching a movie part by part which is being projected onto the lawn.

-fragment:
I was talking with a girl i know about a written drivers test and she said it had like 2000 questions and i was a bit shocked.

My recall has dropped to a new minimum, although I am consistent with my DJ. No dreams yesterday and last night gave only two small fragments from what I know were big dreams. At least I feel there is much more to them.

• Elite district: I'm in a housing complex. The houses are big and they have huge front yards with massive cars. It feels like some kind of elite district, where the educated and financially successful people live. I walk around and ask the people about their dreams. While they are generally polite, no one really seems amused or interested.
  
  There is a lot more, but all other details are foggy. Nevertheless, it shows me that thinking and talking about dreams is active in me, while I'm dreaming.
  
  
• Knife in dream-shoulder hurts: I'm in a small house with many small rooms. They are like small chambers, where the floor and the ceiling are made of wood. There are also wooden shelves. My mother is there at some point in the fragment.
  
  I'm with my brother. It feels like something bad has happened to either or both of us. I hurt him in the stomach and he slowly stabs a knife into my left shoulder. It hurts a lot, but I don't resist it, because I somehow feel like I deserve it. The whole thing makes me sad, I hug him, while he is lying injured (injured by me(?)) on the ground. I tell him that I love him and that I am really sorry.
  
  My brother was also in my DJ-entries from 2 and 4 nights ago. I have no clue what this means and where it comes from, but this one makes me think. This feels like a small fragment of a bigger dream (which perhaps spans several nights lol).

A first person dream, I am running, frantic, up an angular spiral staircase. When I reach a landing I run through an open door, into a bedroom painted black, with posters plastered onto the shiny black walls. To my immediate right is a small brown end-table, it is cluttered. Beside it is an unmade bed with a young man sitting on the edge.
I rush at him and pant "I need to get out of here! I need to escape!". He complies and gets up immediately, taking hold of my left wrist. He turns it over to expose my inner arm and I try to twist away, consciously attempting to hide old scars of self harm. The young man holds fast, however, and grabs a sharp pocket-knife off his cluttered end-table.
He holds my arm out, exposing my inner arm and makes a large, diagonal and mostly vertical, cut into my wrist. I brace myself for blood and pain but neither ever comes. For a moment I think that I can see fat and tissue inside the cut, before I realize that it is expanding and opening wide, turning inside out. In a flash of light everything seems to flip inside out, and then get sucked inwards towards my cut, even my own point of view/field of vision. Then I wake up.

Note*
This dream didn't come off as terribly nightmarish or awful to me. I felt no ill intent from the young man. I consciously try to keep my scars out of sight and mind of anyone that isn't myself. They don't particularly haunt me or serve as a daunting reminder of my past. They're simply there, and if anything have always represented a comfortable way out.

I watch Vampire Diaries but I've never been invested in Elena and Stefan as a couple. So it's a mystery to me why these two pop up so often. The dream stories revolving around them are always bittersweet, about the inability to choose between love and duty. A sad slow spiral away from each other but unable to stop reaching.
So this is how it began:
The world is washed out, tinged yellow with storm light. The world is beginning to fall apart. Elena and Stefan sit facing each other, knees touching, in a scattering of dead leaves. Cupped in Elena's hands is an ugly ring. The metal is thick heavy silver. The fitting is a threaded hole about half an inch wide. The stone is the size of a crystal door knob with an eight-sided cut. It looks like tarnished mirror with flashes of iridescent pink. Where she touches its surface magenta sparks leap into the air then disappear. They have to make a choice between each other and doing what is right.
Elena grimaces and unscrews the stone from the fitting. This is not without risk, they are linked by the stone and whoever discards it will begin to forget the person it links them to. She will even forget where she has hidden it.
She rises from the ground and walks away, Stefan still sits in the leaves staring forlornly at her as she retreats. It seems so terrible. The world is dangerous and they could die, he doesn't want her to die having forgotten him. Still. This is necessary. There is more at stake than their own lives.

There is a lapse. Elena has hidden the stone and taken up with a woman who should be her ally. I'll call her Kara. I don't get a good look at Kara so I can't describe her. Elena is leading her somewhere. It's dark outside and she pauses, unsure if she has lost her way. Kara pulls a long glowing knife from thin air and presses it back against her forearm. Elena senses it and knows she's been betrayed without turning around.
My mind rallies for a moment and thinks incredulously "You're formidable! You can't just stand there and let her knife you in the back!"
Elena narrows her eyes and pretends she doesn't know what's happened.
"Oh please, I've been deceiving people since the beginning of existence, don't insult me by pretending you don't know. Turn around and stand still like a good little girl." Kara says. Elena tries to remember why it's important to fight, why bother? It would be so easy to stop.
As she turns to face her enemy, Kara's knife flashes out. Her reflexes decide for her and Elena only just dodges, then ducks under another swing. The knife cuts through the fabric of reality leaving a glowing slash in the air. Elena turns on her heel and slips between the world into the Nevermind.
It's almost like a physical representation of her memory. The world here looks a little like where she left Stefan, but she can't remember that. There are thick white swathes of fog obscuring sections and black text is typed into them 'nevermind'.
She escapes.

There's a lapse and I see Kara standing in front of Stefan who is still sitting in the dead leaves. She pulls the stone from her pocket and smirks down at him and watches the conflicting emotions play across his face. He looks horrified and delighted. He only just keeps himself from reaching out for it. If he takes it and somehow finds the strength to discard it, he will forget Elena as she has forgotten him.
"Oh, look at you." Kara says like he's the cutest thing she's ever seen, "Resisting so hard. Here. Let me help." Kara has a walking stick with a silver handle, she uses the end of it to turn his hand over and then presses the stone into his palm.
"nnnoooooo." he moans.
"Yes." She smiles and pats him on the head. "I sincerely wish you all the luck in the world with that precious little gem." She sounds too smug to be sincere.

There's another lapse. I see him sitting on the ground. He's doing a voice over narration, telling the story. I've missed part of it, so I focus and the scene pauses then restarts. A text log even pops up so I can read what he's saying.
"So what do I do? I still have an option to cast it away. If I do I won't even remember that I've done it. Where is the loss in that? Can I miss her even if I can't remember?"
As he's thinking this, he stares down at the thick ugly band without its stone. "I couldn't stop myself. What we had was like a drug, I could not choose to cast it aside. Not again." His expression is equal parts resolute and sickened, he begins to screw the stone down into the fitting.

As this is happening random dialogue starts to pollute the text box like it's a chat room. It really annoys me because I can't read what he's saying. I notice there's music playing. Someone says the song is perfect and someone else asks who the band is. Another person says the band name is "Mm...Perhaps the Fish?" It seems to fit them exactly. They kind of sound like their underwater and at one point make a 'glub glub' noise.

My alarm woke me.

Me and my friends were standing outside of the school on a bright non-cloudy day. We were talking about Minecraft mods and then my friend said there was a "knife mod" for Minecraft PC. So then all of a sudden my friend chases me with an arrow in his hand. But for some reason, I knew he was gonna try to stab it in my shoulder. So he was about to jab it in my shoulder but I caught the arrow and whipped it. :P

I had a LOT of trouble falling asleep, possibly due to weaning myself off of decaf (which still has a very small amount of caffeine in it).

I dreamed I was roaming around Seattle, only Seattle had grown to the size of New York and a lot of the buildings were in ruins. I was on my way somewhere with my brother and mother and traffic was so heavy that we couldn't get onto the main road at all... it just didn't let up. We were in a parking lot and mom announced we were leaving, but she and my brother left without me.

I had a black pickup truck, though, and I tried to drive that out of the parking lot. I ended up driving into an area that was nothing but steep inclines and loose gravel, and I couldn't keep my truck from sliding all over the place, so I got out of it and slung it over my shoulder so I could try to climb up the hill.

The whole place (which was inside of an alleyway) was full of archaeological digs, but they were all digging up stuff like old dog tags and license plates. I accidentally blundered through one of the digs and then found my way in through some tunnels to a hidden homeless shelter. I asked a woman there how to find my way back onto the street and she told me I had to navigate back through the dig site, or through the building we were in, which was full of labyrinthine hallways.

I decided this sucked and did a non-lucid rewind back to the parking lot. This time, I got into the truck with mom and my brother BEFORE mom pulled out of the parking lot.

Things got blurry. I was no longer in a truck, I was in a white car with a broken window. My friend A__ was driving. It was difficult for him to drive and steer because one of the wheels was missing a tire. I had a large kitchen knife with me, and I had it in my hand and was dangling it out the window. Part of the road was made of paper, so I was running the edge of it along the road.

I thought maybe that wasn't a good idea, though, so I hid it under the car seat as we passed a group of squad cars. Suddenly, everything was dark, like it was nighttime, and we were explaining to the cops what we were doing in the parking lot.

I was no longer with A__. I was with the Doctor from Dr. Who and we were running through the city on some sort of mission... I don't remember. I woke up.

It's been a while since I could remember a dream, though luckily, I find myself taking in more than usual about the images I find during my slumber as of last night.

Part I: Career Day

I found myself at my High School. The hallways were all rather accurate to how they were realistically, if not slathered with posters, pictures and decorations of a lot of different things, most of them famous men, women and children who all specialized in specific positions.

I walked with two of my friends--one an Asian kid named Eric, always had this huge mole under his chin, and my friend Gabriel, a boy with fair, wavy hair and a cherub-like face. We walked in this hallway, somewhat crowded but not too packed at the same time. I assumed it was some sort of career day of sorts, and so I looked for something that piqued my interest.

Along the way, I saw a poster of lead guitarist and singer of the 90's band Nirvana, Kurt Cobain. The picture was of him, singing and playing guitar in black and white. I touched this poster, and then I looked to my left. Kurt Cobain was coming at me with a butcher's knife, something out of a campy horror movie. I didn't attempt to run, perhaps too perplexed by the fact that Kurt Cobain somehow rose from the dead. He pounced me onto the ground, grabbing the handle of his knife with both hands and raising it in the air. I kept shouting "No!" over and over again, but he then pushed his knife right into my chest. What's odd about this is that I did feel a bit of pain as the blade stuck into my chest.

Things went black, but as suddenly as that happened, I was back in the hallway. I was now with my brother, looking much like himself, strangely. People were leaving and we were getting our backpacks from a pile in the middle of the hallway. I didn't understand why, but my brother had apparently put some very important items for a project in my backpack, though I was unable to find my backpack.

They said it might be in another room, and if it wasn't, it was stolen. We checked that room -- no dice.

I was lead to believe that my backpack was stolen. That was when I woke up briefly.

Part II: The Chaser

Not long after, I fell asleep again, the dream following connecting itself to the last dream I had.

I was now hell-bent on finding my backpack, though I only acted on it when my mother was driving me home from school, parked at a gas station on an early summer morning. I then found myself becoming a badass biker dude going along a California coastline; palm trees and the blue skies and oceans passing by me like a big blur. There were a few cars and bikers that passed by me. Though I knew they were enemies, they didn't really do anything to actually threaten me, nor did I do them.

I followed these "enemies" until I reached a beach, where we stopped. I told their boss, a man dressed in a cliche leather jacket with a short-cut Elvis hairdo something rather intimidating; intimidating enough to make him give me my backpack back. My brother was suddenly with us, and there he retrieved a medium sphere that looked like the shape of a planet. He smiled and looked at me, making some cheesy joke about how I was lucky to have gotten this thing back, or else. Then we laughed and the dream ended.

Notes:

That pain that I felt when Kurt Cobain stabbed me was rather significant.
I've rarely gone that fast as I did on the motorcycle in a dream before.

Interpretation:

Gee, I really don't know what to think of a dream where I get killed by one of my favorite musicians and chase a man on a motorcycle to get my backpack back. Perhaps, leisure is killing me and I focus too hard on school.

I was in a second house of ours. I got in bed.
There was nice art around the house.

Dream Skip

In bed, a skateboard gang was skating outside. The sliding glass window was open. They came closer, so I had to say something, but I was afraid because they could gain entry.

I said hello, and I used to skate, but they can't come in. One guy came down and walked in my room. I pretended to get a gun, then remembered my dad's old knife. I got it for real, went up to him and stabbed him.

Dream Skip

Now I'm in my Dad's old house. I realize that I shouldn't be here because the house was actually sold, and I realize I'm dreaming. I can't leave fast enough. Remembering a discussion I had with CanisLucidius, I jump and phase through the door with ease.

I decide to go to a neighbor's and make it with her. I fly down the lawn and there are flowers in a garden on the left and right. I take them all in. What a beautiful path to the neighbor's! It was two large beds of Asiatic lilies.

I don't want to lose lucidity, so I say, "I am lucid" as I fly. I get to the neighbor's door, and with haste, I phase right through. I fly to where I know the bedroom door is. I have my father's knife. I lay it on the bed. I see everything so clearly. Her underwear, others in bed...no problem. I do what I want from the back. It isn't quite right so I pull her blue and white underwear to the side and continue.

The guy wakes up. I don't want this to ruin anything. He suspects something and moves closer. I back-hand him in the face and he stays on that side of the bed. The chick says, "Well that was something!"

I flip her over and try to put it in. She puts her fingers in to get it ready. I don't want to lose lucidity so I go ahead and put it in and start to make it with her. I see her so plainly. I touch her while I'm doing her, enjoying the way her skin feels.

I woke up.

I don't know if SSILD worked, but that is the technique I used. I used it after waking up to use the bathroom, so it was the right time also. I then thought about what I wanted to dream about. I don't know if it was the technique or not, but it certainly worked out exactly how I wanted and better. This was the best, most controlled, most vivid, longest lucid I've possibly ever had.

BTB now. Good night.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I'm with 2 girl friends at some otherworldly scenario, of giant white sand dunes and an eerie grey sky. There is no one and no sound and we feel like floating on clouds. It's hard to describe the feeling.
We climb to a dune trying to get a view of what's around but there's even higher dunes surrounding us. They give up and decide to stay in a valley but I feel energized enough to climb to the highest dune around. They look tired and do not follow me. After I reach the top, I still only see more dunes across the horizon, but in the distance, the sky has some weird clouds coming in our direction. When they are closer, lightning starts and 5 or 6 tornados form and I'm like "not again!!!" I scream to my friends to take cover because we're gonna be hit, but when I look at it again, I realize the tornados are the least of our problems. A giant tsunami just appeared out of nowhere and is covering even the highest dunes. It's so fast I only have time to say "f*ck!". I am engulfed by the gigantic mass of water and I say goodbye to life. After a few tumbles on the giant waves, I realize I'm not dead. I don't get fully lucid, but I'm a bit aware of the nature of the experience.
I lay down on the sand, my friends are gone and then I'm surrounded by 10 persons who start throwing ninja knives at me. I only have something like a piece of wood I found on the floor, to defend myself and I throw back the knives at them. I still get some bad cuts, but I keep on fighting until they eventually stop attacking me and retreat. I'm tired, injured and with my clother torn apart. Then my sensei appears and says "Well done, but can you do that in sexy?". I think to myself "What???" Then he hands me a box with what appears to be blue fabric. I pick it up and it's some kind of long tunic. He disappears again, I dress it up and start walking around. I find a rudimentar house and he is sitting on a chair outside. I pull up a chair, sit down, cross my legs and say "Yes, I can do it sexy. And I'm not wearing any underwear." His concentration flicks for a moment and I throw a ninja knife at him. He escapes it, but barely and looks at me like saying "You got it!".

12.28.2012

Padlock Stolen (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm holding on a gray Padlock, and someone to the left of me is doing something with me. I think it's unlocking something, but I just can't recall anything more than that.

There's a random male wearing a white vest, dark pants, and has a Zoro like mustache. He's hispanic, has a drooped eyebrow structure, and he just comes out of nowhere and gets behind the person I'm waiting for.

For some reason, I give the guy the Padlock, and he's like,

"Oh, guess I'm going to steal it."

I get pissed, I go after him by grabbing his left shoulder and tried to make him give me back the padlock. He's actually making a decent resistance for a dream character, and while I prepare to make another move by getting a weapon out, he gets a knife out as well.

I tell the person behind me to help me out here, but I can't recall what happens next.

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12.28.2012

Blonde female and the Mall (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can't remember much other than being with a blonde female and doing something with her in a mall or a building.