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    1. Hurting myself and denying it's a dream

      by , 06-25-2020 at 08:38 AM (DJ of lucid goals and how it goes)
      Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

      Me and my sister have inherited a lot of money and building material. We walk outside our house and we see all these building material. It's actually just some big paper rolls with paper inside. I open a paper roll and take some things with me in. Two strangers on the street look suspiciously on me because they think I'm a thief and I'm stealing from the house's owner. I tell them that I live here and they become calm. I walk inside and we notice that all the money is gone. We just have the building material left. We decide to build something and sell it so we get our money back. I see a broken pogo stick and try to jump it. It doesn't work so I decide to fix it. I don't know how to do so I ask my dad. He shows me how to remove some parts and shows me that it was the spring that was old and had lost its elasticity. We remove the old spring and look in a box full of different kinds of springs. There are many different sizes and forms. I pick one I think would suit but dad says it's the wrong shape. He picks a very thick and short spring that I don't think will ever work. I take it and it doesn't work. Instead my dad takes it and makes a basket for basketball.

      I'm telling Madeleine that I'm sorry and that William really is the best outside a big house. (I cry when I say William's name)

      I think it's a dream and do a RC. Cool, it's a dream. I try to summon a fire in my hand but it doesn't work. I walk outside and run to finally jump and try to fly. When I jump I just fall on the asphalt and do a kind of sideways somersault to not hurt myself too much. It still hurts. I think that it isn't a dream anymore and think to myself that I'm going mad because I can't distinguish reality from the dreaming world. I also think that I'm going to hurt myself more badly next time when I try to jump from a building to fly maybe.

      I became lucid in another dream but only remember this. I'm stabilizing the dream and it feels more real than in most cases as I rub my hands together and on my cheeks. I fly and it's not going that well.

      Notes: It was so hot in my room and I kept on moving in my sleep, waking up from different vague dreams all the time. One of Madeleine's closest friends just died, that's why I dreamt about saying I'm sorry to her. This isn't from this DJ entry but for some time ago I dreamt about Gabriel and that he was in trouble so yesterday I asked him if he wanted to hang out with me. This is the first time I have taken help from a dream directly in real life. I have let my dreams guide my real life, that's pretty cool I think. We are going to play some table tennis and take a bath I think.

      Updated 06-25-2020 at 08:41 AM by 97565

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    2. Between two lungs

      by , 11-09-2015 at 10:53 PM (Here be dragons)
      I'm throw out of bed by heavy rocking and get back up in the dark. My lucidity is very low, and I get lost in the room. I snap back on the bed and I'on throw out again, and this time I manage to find the window and I get out. I'm on a road in a middle of a neighborhood built on a steep hill. The hill between the house is very green, but the sky is overcast and the light is kind of gloomy and gray. I wander a little, barely lucid, and call out Eli. I don't find him and I don't think of using my usual summoning techniques. I see a friend going into a house and follow her. Inside I'm in a open kitchen in gray and light wood, very clean et gleaming. Il walk throught it and open the door. I don't see what is in this room; I only see Eli, who almost fall out of the room as if he was leaning on the door. It give me a little more lucidity and I hug him. Another man get ou of the room and tells us that he is putting together a horse ride. I drag ELi with me to go for it. We get back on the road at the foot of the hill. Now there's a handful of horses and riders here, waiting. A chestnut horse and a white one are still without riders. I climb on the white one as Eli does the same on the chesnut one. His horse neigh and fuss a little, but he manage get it under control. After that, we're off into the woods we can see at the end of the road. At this moment the little a lucidity I may have is long gone, but horse riding is nice, and it feels life-like. We reach the wood and my horse bolts. I stay on its back and let it burn itself out.