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I was in my house, in my room getting changed. I put on some underwear, and then started to pull up a pair of shorts when I thought.
"Wait a second - I never grabbed these shorts off my chair!"

I RC'd, and sure enough, I was dreaming! It was sometime around mid-day, there was bright sunlight coming in the window, but I had my blinds shut and the light on in my room. I looked up and saw the mirror, remembering one of my goals to look in a mirror and try and see detail in myself. I looked into the mirror, it didn't reflect the room, instead it was a blackness with two of my reflection in it. One of me was normal, and the other.. darker somehow. It was too hard to focus and get detail out of the mirror, and I didn't want to focus too hard so I continued out of my room.

I went into the kitchen, it didn't look how it normally did. There was no 'kitchen' items in here, it was just a room with a bench to eat on. I continued out into the lounge room, oh here's the kitchen in this house! It was beautiful, the walls were painted a modern white with blue accents all around. A fresh breeze blew in through the front windows, which now overlooked the ocean. Awesome!

My mum and dad walked out of the office together and started talking to me. I ignored them, knowing they were trying to put me back onto the dream plot, but then decided 'heck, perhaps I can shake this DC hard enough to draw my dad into this dream bubble.' I grabbed my dad by the shoulders, looked him straight in the eyes and said
"Dad, where are you?" He looked blank.
"What are you doing, where are you going? Isn't this weird? You're dreaming!" He looked around the room, confused and then it hit him. I allowed him to stabilise.
"Focus, dad. Focus on the feeling of my hand."

Once he had calmed down, we started talking. We talked about how weird it was, he bought up how close of a connection this is and something about how painful it would be to experience a death in a dream accidentally while lucid. We sat down on the floor in the loungeroom near a window, the sun was shining in. I slowed myself from falling as I sat, I didn't want to hit the ground, but I did. I swung myself around hanging on to his arm, jumping up and then slowly falling back down. It felt somewhat like repelling down a rock climbing wall, but sitting. The dream started to fade.

"No! Pull me back in!" Crap. DEILD, DEILD, DEILD!

I woke up in full vibrating sleep paralysis, and started repeating my DEILD mantra "I am dreaming, I am dreaming." I stayed in this state for 2-3 minutes until it started to fade, and I woke up and wrote down this dream.

I was standing in front of my house at night with my GF. We started to cross the street and I looked up the hill to see if a car was coming. Sure enough, I saw bright light coming over the hill fast. I put out my arm to block her and we stepped back onto the curb.

A white van with writing on it came speeding over the hill fast. I tried to read what it said on the side, but it was too dark and the van was moving too fast. It looked to be cursive writing and a phone number in large black lettering. We watched the van speed down my hill, I was pissed, the hill went back up again at the end (contrary to real life) and it made a right turn (heading towards the garden dog street).

From around that same corner came a black cat with a white chest and faintly glimmering green eyes. It ran to our side of the street and made a b-line towards us. I started to walk back to my porch guiding my girlfriend behind me. I tried to startle the mischievous looking cat away, it was not even slightly intimidated. It sped up. We started to make a break for my front door and the cat shot directly at us putting its body between us and the front door.

As it reached the point of blocking our way in, it shot into the air as if levitating up and past the roof. Directly in front of my face. --I was started awake heart racing. I frantically looked around the room for signs of trouble or weirdness. Zip. I went back to sleep.

lucid
non-lucid

I'm outside my old grade school. There are other students there too. I decide to go to the classroom that was used by the 5th and 6th graders when I went there. I go in to the school. Then I realize that I'm far too old to go to this school. That means that this has to be a dream. There's a boy who's about 10 years old next to me. I tell him that this is a dream. He isn'timpressed by that. To demonstrate that it's a dream I start levitating. Then I decide to show the boy some magic. I say Hokus Pokus Filiokus and snap my fingers. This works, but I can't remember what happened.

The boy takes my hand and leads me away from the school. We come to a bridge from which I can see a group of 12-14 year old boys. I go down to them. They get angry and ask me what I'm doing here. I notice that they are stealing drugs from a pharmacy. I tell them that I'm not going to take their drugs from them. That seems to satisfy them and they tell me about a friend of theirs who went away to work at a store some time ago and who they haven't heard from since. They are worried something has happened to him. I call the store and a man answers. He says he is likes it there and that he isn't coming back. The boys say that that's what he said when they called, but they don't believe it's actually him. They've also been to the store, but they got turned away at the door. I think that that's probably because they are young boys in shabby clothes, so I decide that I should try that too. We go to the store and I go in. I ask the woman at the counter where the boy is and she points further into the store. I go there and see a head that's been hooked up to some kind of wheel chair. I ask it about the boy and it answers exactly the same as when I called, so I understand that the head has kidnapped the boy.

I was on a train. Two guys noticed that they both had Swiss Gear backpacks. I showed them mine, and they laughed when they saw I had one, too. I realized one of the guys was Eric Weller.

“Eric?” I blinked. He pointed at himself as if to make sure I was talking to him.

“Yeah, I’m supposed to be Eric. Who are you supposed to be?” The phrasing of his question was bizarre. I replied in a manner that struck it down.

“I’m Josh.”

“Oh! Right!” Awkward silence followed. We got off the train and came to a room with strangely shaped windows… It was painted purple throughout. I thought about how much I wanted to realize I was dreaming. Then, confused by the origins of the thought, I looked around. I was dreaming! I grabbed Eric by the shoulders.

“Dude, we’re in a dream. What do you feel like doing?”

“I dunno…”

“Neither do I! Let’s fly!” I threw him out the window forcibly and jumped out after him. He didn’t know how to fly, so he just tumbled toward the rugged mountain valleys below us. I swooped down and pointed a finger at him to levitate his body in the air.

“What are you doing?!” he cried, waving his arms.

“Try moving. Float up.” As I spoke, he drifted upward. He panicked when he couldn’t change directions, however, and I had to bring him down with my magic finger. “You’re bad at this…” I brought him down to a boat on the side of a mountain. I gave my intent to summon Nicole, and voila! There she was, standing on the deck. She looked around, then at me. “Welcome to my dream,” I said. “Is it really you, or are you just ‘supposed to be’ Nicole?” Eric didn’t seem pleased by my teasing question.

“I’m me…” Nicole said. “So hold on, we’re dreaming?”

“Yes. I saw a portal while I was flying around. Let’s go into it!” Nicole agreed, so we flew up to a purple vortex in the sky. Darkness spiraled into it as it seemed to spin. We were both sucked in. Hopefully, dream Eric didn’t starve in the middle of nowhere – we left him behind. The vortex filled my vision.

I had a false awakening. I sat up in bed, staring down at my hand. My arm was incredibly long – at least five feet – and each of my fingers branched off into two. I felt like I was going cross-eyed. I couldn’t focus on anything properly. After a while, things stabilized, and my hand was normal.

“I guess we’re not dreaming,” I told Nicole.

I was a priest in a medieval town. I explained a game the townspeople liked to play to Nicole. One person would hide behind a wall and chuck explosives into the crowd. Meanwhile, a turtle shell was thrown back and forth between the bomber and representatives of the populace. I went over to an area divided into cubes of space with open ceilings. There were supposed to be portals to other worlds here, but I disabled them. Once I was behind the wall, I made a screeching sound recognized as the start of the bomber game. I lobbed a bomb into an unsuspecting group of people on the other side. The turtle shell came flying over the wall, and I sent it back with a mighty punch. I’m glad my knuckles didn’t break. Every now and then as the shell bounced between both sides, one of us slipped – usually me. The score was 5-2 before long. I knew I had to catch up. I used bombs to propel the turtle shell further and further away from the wall, theoretically decreasing the likelihood that it would land near someone who was paying attention. It always managed to come back. Once, the explosion itself seemed to fling the shell at my face… I wasn’t sure how that made any physical sense. The score was 6-2… One more point to the enemy would mean their victory.

I hovered in the air, flinging the shell with ease back at the public representatives. I started floating higher and couldn’t get myself to go back down. Eventually, I couldn’t reach the shell to prevent it from dropping into my small room. As it fell behind the wall, an announcer said that the gateways to the other worlds had been reopened. Her voice was somewhat robotic, but very different from Symphony’s. Glowing, purple pits appeared on the floor of the cube rooms below me. I descended to the ground near an apple tree and started walking around. Someone thought I was really a priest and tried to give me their confession.

“I’m just roleplaying,” I explained. He left me alone. Steve (from my second semester of physics) showed me this disgusting candy that was apparently too dangerous to keep in your mouth for more than ten minutes. It came as half of a sucker with the inside hollowed out. A toxic, pink dye coated the inside. Within seconds, it turned your entire mouth pink with the toxin. I refused to try it.

11/22/2010
"Undergroundwater"

I was in a small, snow-covered town. The town was very close-knit, and everybody was friends with everybody else. Many of us were playing a huge game of manhunt (Thanks to Sam and Lisa, for bringing that up!), and some people were even burying themselves in the snow, for hiding places. I remember one of my female friends changing clothes and trying to blend in with those pedestrians who weren't playing. I don't remember much of the game, itself, besides digging through the snow and tryin to find some of the people hiding within it.

At one point, though, a bunch of us ended up falling into what seemed like some sort of mine/tomb, deep underground. It was a huge chamber, with story-telling drawings and other enigmatic patterns on the walls. We spent a while exploring this chasm, joined by many other townsfolk, who had followed us down below. After some time of poking around the chamber, someone pressed a 'button' that activated some sort of mechanism. The floor beneath us began rumbling. Fire jetted upward, like geysers, from all points around the area. The fire spouts gave way to small explosions, which were soon too much to withstand. We all ran off of the rectangular floor area, fleeing the basin and up to higher ground, looking down at the spectacle below us. The ground opened up; black stone cracking down the middle and splitting apart to swallow the flames. Beneath a few feet of stone lay a crystalline pool of water. It was, easily, half the size of a football field, and took up most of the chamber. The slabs of stone flooring peeled away and locked into place, out of sight, leaving us all to stare, in awe, at this huge pool that had opened before us.

This was just too weird. The 'tomb.' The huge, underground pool. The spectacularly explosive 'booby trap.' The realization just hit me, as we were all standing there, gawking in apprehensive awe. I was dreaming. It was the only logical explanation. As soon as I became lucid, my excitement rang out through the chasm. I yelled out to everyone - knowing that they were all stricken with fear - that "THIS IS A DREAM!! IT'S NOT REAL!!" I seemed to have been more reminding myself of the fact, than actually trying to get a point across, to these dream characters. But they all took it as just as much a relief as I did.

I led the charge, and we all ran down the steps toward the enormous pool, jumping into the water with no further anxiety about what might have come from the explosive chain reaction we'd just witnessed. It instantly turned into an enormous pool party - our dozens of party-goers secluded away within this cavern of ice and stone. Even though the pool seemed to be just a hole in the earth, it was clearly marked with the paintings of a regulation swimming pool, as if just swimming in it was the main reason for it being there.

While in the water, I was showing the DC's some "lucid tricks." I focused on my own body, and lifted myself out of the water with telekinesis, hovering just a few inches over the surface. Everyone looked on, in wonder, while I floated above the water. I felt really heavy, and wasn't sure that I could keep myself hovering, the way that I was, so I decided to get a little more control of the situation. I released my telekinetic hold on myself, dropping into the water and sinking down to the floor of the 15-or-so-feet-deep pool. Once my feet touched the ground, I pushed off as hard as I could, bursting up through the surface of the water and soaring up to the ceiling - some 30+ feet above. I slapped my hands against the warm stone ceiling and pushed myself back down into the water below. There were a few other people in the crowd copying me, flying up and out of the water, touching the ceiling and splashing back down, afterward.

After some playing around, I got out of the water and walked around the area. Everyone was having a great time. I saw that some of the characters had gotten into some vampiric hedonism; slumped in a corner with blood streaming down their faces, obviously having fed on each other just because it was something to pass the time. (I would call that random, if not for the vampire dream I had, the other night.) They all looked completely drunk. I just walked passed them and continued on, taking in the sight of my surroundings. One of the girls in the group called me over to her, asking me if I wanted to go back to her place for some "one on one lucid fun." I just kind of smiled at her and waved her off, not wanting to waste this lucid on sex - though the thought crossed my mind.

Much more time had passed, and I began to realize that I'd probably be waking up soon. By this time, my lucidity began waning. Even though I still knew I was dreaming, I was thinking of these dream characters more as sentient beings. I called an assembly together, and made a small speech, simply conceding to the possibility that these could all be conscious entities within my dream. I told them all to "remember the dream", because we would soon be waking up, and our memories of this moment would be fading quickly. I told them to go back over the events of the dream, in their minds. I told them to remember the game of manhunt, and falling into the mine, etc. - basically recounting all of the events in the dream. Above all else, I knew that I would be waking up soon, so I wanted to just go ahead and end it. Not really wanting to leave everyone else, I gathered a group of them in the center of the chamber, and we all lowered our heads. When I was sure I had enough of the dream's details to carry over into waking life, I put all of my energy into waking up, and pulled my eyes open.


Dream (Fragment) Two:
I was at my old house, in Canterbury. A pizza woman - and what I can only describe as her bodyguard - walked into the house, with a large stack of pizza boxes. They said that they had "like 1000 pizzas here, for free, if [we] wanted them." She also told us that the only catch was that the crust was like 2 months old. I wasn't very comfortable with this, but someone (I believe it was MW) said that he'd be more than happy to take them.

Later, we were hanging out, outside my house, with a bunch of people - some of which, I think, were from the previous dream. My daughter was with us, and she kept wanting to fall asleep on the ground, and kept rolling around in the spot of oil in the garage. After a while, my mom came home, and - for some reason - she hung most of my artwork upon the wall, in the house; just various, loose sheets of paper tacked to the wall, all over the living room.

Don't remember anything after that.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING

0:20 GMT

Bus tickets
Can’t remember how I got there, but I’m on some bus stop in the middle of nowhere looking at a map at a ticket vending machine, trying to figure out where I want to go and what ticket I must purchase.
I make several attempts with no success when I hear the bus coming. The problem is I’m not alone – there’s a huge queue behind me and people are getting stressed with my indecision. I just press whatever button and I get a ticket for one whole day to get to the city centre (no idea which city) and it costs me 4 EUR something.

4:20 GMT

Looking for food and playing levitation football
I’m now feeling hungry and I pass by some complex, like a stadium, where there are snack-bars and cafés. I stop at one that announces some type of Italian food but when I actually look at the food it is not at all Italian. But since it is mostly vegetarian and I am vegetarian, I decide to eat there. I ask the lady on the other side how it works and she says I can choose this and this and make a menu. I agree. But then she just leaves. I go after her, asking why she’s leaving and she explains she needs to get something from the storage house which is on the floor below. She invites to go along with her. Why not? As we descend a ramp, I hear someone calling my name.
I turn around and it is this lady I don’t see since I was a kid, from the extra school activities’ place. She tells me I need to take some leaflets with me for whatever place I’m supposed to go later on. It is really crucial, so tells me to write it down. I have no paper to write it down so I repeat to myself I must not forget it, although I have no clue what she is talking about. Then I realise I lost the buffet girl and I am on a football field, where boys are playing football. The ball is coming in my direction and I kick it to avoid being hit by it. It was a nice kick and although they are upset that I’m disturbing their game, they actually liked the kick so they keep throwing the ball at me. I’m getting tired of this game, so I levitate to above the field so they can keep playing. Instead they start throwing the ball higher so I can kick it down again. This new game is fun and I end up doing lots of acrobatics with the ball that amuses them.

Surreal village with flying fish
I’m in a cute village with floor level houses and tiny streets. Something catches my eye. On the façade of one house there’s an aquarium with no glass walls. By the side of the door is just this weird floating water, aquatic plants and fish swimming, holding together without any container. Some tourists stop by a take a picture in front of it. They ask me something about some writer, but I don’t know what they mean.
I keep walking and on another street there are to giant fishes swimming in the air. I decide not to cross under them and move to another street. There I find 2 or 3 dogs. They look friendly and I’m not afraid, but one of them is maybe too friendly and starts coming fast in my direction. I get a bit scared and decide to fly to get rid of it. But the god damn dog jumps so high, that no matter how high I fly to get away from it, he keeps jumping higher and higher and trying to bite my leg – not to hurt me, just to bring me down, but still very annoying.

5:00 GMT

Math class
I’m in a math class at the university and the teacher is talking about integers. Usually I would freak out for not understanding a thing, but I simply thought “I will study it from the books and understand it in no time. No problem.” Outside the class I think that I haven’t yet been to any other class and realise I have no idea what they are or where they are. I thought that if only I had a friend with me we would help each other. But still I was cool, no stress about it.

Sweetheart from school now a violent guy
I met a guy that used to be my secret love in elementary school. I was so happy to see him again and all those old innocent love feelings came back. But when he is all sweet talk to me, a lady appears - she looks a bit Indian – with a baby of 1 or 2 years old in her arms. She is his mother-in-law and the kid is his son. She puts the baby in his arms but he is totally spaced out and does not hold him. She barely has time to grab him as he slides down to the floor. I am so socked at this that I just go and take the baby in my arms, cuddle him so hard, trying to reduce the potential trauma on this baby. I feel so angry at this guy. He then just leaves totally disconnected from all that is going on around him. The lady stays and I tell her to please understand that this guy is crazy and sees the baby as an annoying object. I tell her that the baby is in danger and it is a matter of time until he hurts or kills the baby due to negligence. I yell at her, please tell the mother of the baby that the is in danger and to please keep the baby away from his father. But she also looks like she couldn’t care less, she leaves with the baby and I feel desperate and powerless.


Five star casual hotel
I go head to a hotel where I’m staying. It is late night and there’s nobody around. The dogs of the guests roam free in the hallways, despite the fact that it is a fancy 5 star hotel. I am amazed, because this is allowed. They apparently came from outside and messed up the floor with dirt. So I encounter a cleaning lady that is wiping the floor and for some I feel intimidated. But then I realise that I’m staying at the hotel, so no point of being embarrassed. I don’t feel like going to my room, so I walk around, exploring the hotel and I end up in a lobby, where there’s people comfortably sitting on sofas, chatting. On that lobby I see a huge entrance to what looks like an interior garden, so I go check. When I enter the place I am awed at the beauty of it. It’s a mix of architecture and landscaping that captures my imagination. The shock is so great that I become half-lucid. In front of me there’s a lake with a fountain and beautiful plants and on both sides of it there are staircases leading to an upper balcony that leads to some another lobby and then a concert room. There are some strategic placed square sofas just by the lake and I sit – actually lay down with my legs up and head down. Then I realise they have giant screens close to the ceiling transmitting the concert that is taking place in the concert room. I feel so emotional that tears come to my eyes.

Forbidden love story
I am the daughter of a rich family living on a huge mansion, but I have a crush for this guy that works for us. I meet him downstairs in the basement where my parents never go. Maybe he already knew my feelings, but this is the first time I am clear about it with him. Apparently the feelings are mutual, because in no time we are locked in the bathroom, ripping our clothes off and making love in such a sweet and intimate way.
Later on we’ve escaped to what I think is a romantic haven in some greek island. We’re waking up in bed on small cosy room with a fantastic view to the ocean. I am happier than ever and I tell him I go downstairs looking for some breakfast. The door leads to outside directly and then I find myself in some outside terrace and there’s a door leading to the dining room, which is also small and cosy. Some lady asks me how does breakfast work and I explain it is buffet and tell her how and where to eat. I check what’s today’s menu and I’m heading to the room for shower before eating, when I decide that just by snapping my fingers I can have the shower done in no time. Then I realise I’m dreaming! And I think what to do next. There’s a glassy wall in front of me and as I look to my dim reflection on it the only thing that occurs to me is changing my own appearance, which I never tried before. I think I would like to be taller and have longer legs (Yeah, that simple. I should have wished to become a lion, or something, but didn't occur to me). I try imagine myself growing and it doesn’t work. So I make a mark on the wall of the height I want to reach and by looking at it my legs start extending and I end up with around 10 cms more – not much, but I also didn’t want to become a giant, ok! The worst part is that the bones in my legs hurt like hell when I was growing. Still, it was cool when my boyfriend arrived and I was almost as tall as him. Mission accomplished.

5:40 GMT

Volcano and what to save from cataclism
I was apparently back in Greece on some mountainous area where there was a dormant volcano. A lady was driving me around and she said to me they’ve lived their entire lives close to it and felt no fear. But almost immediately the volcano started showing signs of an eminent eruption. Then everybody panicked! I told people to go to the opposite side of the mountain of that one where the eruption seemed to be happening, as it would probably be safer, but then I thought “Hum, this is familiar. And also such a coincidence. I must be dreaming.” And I became lucid.
I thought about what to do of it and this time I decided to use the dream itself to explore my subconscious. Decided to materialise my home in that mountain and go through the exercise of choosing what to save from the cataclysm. It wasn’t my home exactly but instead there was a hole excavated in the rocky mountain, like a sightseeing terrace encircled by the rocks, and all my books, clothes and other personal belongings were there. I wondered around – books, but which books, clothes but which clothes. Nothing seemed to be really important but then I thought “I must at least save a pair of fresh underwear to take with me”. I then started going through my underwear and there were these cute and sexy lingerie that I started to pack loads of it. Until it rang a bell in my head and I was like “What are you doing? Don’t get lost in the dream. What is this with the lingerie in your dreams?”
Then I realised there was really nothing that worth of salvation. Just me. So I decided to simply absorb that freedom sensation and write it down when I’d wake up. Then I woke up (or thought so) and started writing down the dream. But then my pen that I usually use to write down my dreams was not writing, even if there was some ink on it. That’s when I looked around and saw I was still in the dream. That’s when I really woke up.

Last night I had my first LD since joining this group. There wasnt much to it except a new flight, or rather levitation experience. It was a DILD, as all my LDs have been. Once I became lucid I tried punching a hole in a concrete wall, that didnt work. I spun around and this seemed to keep me lucid. Then I tried to levitate and it worked, twice. I felt a sort of breeze lifting me up, like I do when I fly, then I was off the ground and I could move around in the air. I was in an enclosed space with a low ceiling so I couldnt fly off. If it had been open sky I bet I could have flown. This was my first levitation.

Black = AwakeBlue = LucidRed = Dream

Location: Some building

It was my first LD

I was walking around in a building of some sort and i suddenly realized with no reason whatsoever, that I was dreaming! I tried not to get to excited since I remember I might wake up, but I didn't stabilize it at all. Instead I immediately tried to fly and floated a few feet above the ground until falling back down. (The rest is pretty fuzzy and I'm pretty sure i lost lucidity. I didn't write the rest down (stupid me!) but i still remember that first part)