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02.06.2012

6th Lucid dream, Crystal clear, and flying success! (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was walking on a street that I hadn't seen before.

I've been doing a new kind of reality check, wich seems to be working very well. I might go into further details if i can make it work better.

I thought to myself, "This might be a dream.". I was walking on a overpass, where there was highway under. I was looking at the cars, while still thinking to myself, am i dreaming?

I looked at my hands, and counted my fingers. 1,2,3,4,5,6... 6?
I looked again, yep, there was 8 fingers on my one hand, and as allways, they where deform, and placed weirdly.

LUCID!
I thought to myself, "wow, I'm really having and LD.". But i also remembered to calm down, because I've allready tried waking once from over excitement, and I didn't want to do it again. I plugged my nose just to make sure i was actually dreaming, and yep, I could also breath through that.

I stopped walking, looked at my hands, and tried to pick out the details. IT WAS SO CLEAR! I honestly don't think I needed to clarify it, but i did. I looked at every little line i had on my hands, and i yelled, "Clarify, NOW!". I looked up, and everything seemed just like waking life!

I walked around a corner, and into some school concrete area. My mom was standing there for some reason. I said to her that I was going to fly, and she was like "cool, good luck.".

I ran forward, flapped my arms, and jumped.
And for the first time ever, had succes with actually flying in an LD.
i didn't go that far, or that high, but I know I could've if I wanted. That's a nice feeling .

So i flew a couple of times, and that was cool. I though to myself, "I should totally jump off a roof, and start flying mid-air. So I found a roof, but got a surprise when i got there. My friends was sitting at a bench right besides the house.

I said hi to my friends, and asked them if they wanted to learn to fly, only one of them said yes. I then took him by his arm and walked up a roof, yes, walked. It was a really weird roof, but it was perfect for jumping, so who cares ?.

I tried making him fly a bit, but it didn't rreally succeed. I then told him goodbye, because I wanted to do something else.

at this point, the dream was starting to fade.

I then said bye to my mum, and went onto the roof, jumped down, and flew off. I didn't get very far, until I woke up.

But there it is! My 6th LD!
This one was crystal fucking clear too! Nothing like the other ones.

I was laying in bed and I couldn’t fall asleep. Then finally I got relaxed and I felt I guess what is known as the roll over signal. I decided to roll over and see if I'd enter SP fast. So I began to enter sleep paralysis. I felt tons of vibrations and it felt like I was falling. It feels good so I just let my self go with it. But I did not ant a WILD or an OBE. It was dark in my room and I get freaked out sometimes so I move force myself out of the vibration state by moving again. Now I'm in my room thinking ah that was fun. At this point I am in a dream but I don’t realize. I remain in bed in the same position and I am still trying to sleep. I notice something weird though. Every time I close my eyes, no matter which direction I was facing, when I open them again, I see my room as if I was laying on my back looking forward. I don’t think much of this. I just figure that I am really close to falling asleep and when I close my eyes I am seeing developing dream scenes of my room. I continue to just lay there for a looong time. I am starting to get a bit suspicious though. I decide to get some water. I turn to the lamp next to me and try to turn it on. It wont work…. The knob that I turn to switch lights on even broke into my hand. I now know I am dreaming. I am a bit scarred since my room is really dark. Once my fears begin to grow I see a figure in the corner. I close my eyes. I put my fears aside for a moment and decide it would be cool to look at my phone. I feel around for it on my bedside table and find it. I press a few buttons and observe. The screen displays a bunch of random figures and scribbles. I toss the useless phone over the bed. It does not make the sound it should when it hit the ground. Now I think about how I am in bed wake, yet my physical body is in the same bed asleep. My fears begin to grow again and I’m worried I’ll start seeing things I don’t want to see because of my stupid fear.. I lay in bed and wonder how long this will last. I try waking myself up for a while. Until finally, one attempt succeeded.

I wake up at 7:10 and attempt a WILD at 8 something. The dream:
I am first laying in a bedroom that is not mine. I do not realize it is not my room in the dream though. I also think that I have managed an OBE not a lucid dream. Everything is motion blurred and seems to move in slow motion. Half of my vision is blocked by something. I try moving around in the room but its too hard. I close my eyes and hope for a new dream. I wait a few seconds and I experience a wave of vibrations. I decide it would be cool to enter a dream lifting weights. So in the darkness I move my arms as if I'm doing so. After a few seconds of this I am in the dream. I am in another room. It looks like an office of some sort. There is a lot of red. I am laying on a bed or couch lifting invisible weights. I am glad I'm still fully lucid. I get up and walk out of the room. I seem to be in the basement of some house. The floor planning is similar to one of my older houses in Kentucky. I see Hussien Hegazy from my class vacuuming. He is very absorbed in his floor cleaning. The vacuum has a bass guitar attached to it. Instead of the vacuum making a loud whooshing sound it plays breakdowns. DIGGUH DIGDIG DIGGUH. I love this! I walk up to him and say HEY! We shake hands.
I ask him "Hey Hussein, how does it feel to be in a dream?"
He says, "IT FEELS AWESOOOOME!"
We then both go "YEAH!!" and high five each other hard.
I begin to walk up a nearby set of stairs. Hussein follows. Now I am on the first floor. I look around. It looks much like a neighbors house I once visited. I then walk back down another flight of stairs yet I remain on the first floor. As I was walking down the stairs I think, Well since this is a dream, I should be able to just jump down the whole thing just fine. But it feels so real I think It'll hurt. So instead I jump down half. When I land i sort of slip and my heels bang against the last few stairs. It hurt. I think about how I just felt pain. I bang my heels some more against the floor. It hurts even more. I find it cool that I can feel pain in my dream. But now I sort of dread some experiences that will now be painful when I originally thought I wouldn't feel a thing. I see the front door to the house and I walk out now. Hussein is no longer with me. Outside is a suburban neighborhood. In front of the house are many men in suits. Some are lined up on each side of the driveway. There is also a line of men in the center of the driveway. Those men dont have heads. They are only suits standing. I dont know what to say to them.
So I just say, HEY GUYS!"
I start to walk to the street when a man asks me, "Wheres the money?"
I reply with "What money?"
He then says, "There is no money" in a very serious voice. I ignore him and keep walking to the street.
There are tons of cars parked there so I jump over one to get to the street. Then next to the car I just jumped over is the man who asked for money that didn't exist. He pulls out a small leather bag. He unzips it, reaches in, and brings out two guns. One a pistol and the other a submachine gun. He tosses me the pistol. I think it is great that a DC handed me a gun, now the real fun begins. I am surprised to see the man point his gun at me. I worry that if I get shot the dream will end. I duck behind the car. I come back up and start to shoot at him. The gun, instead of firing bullets, launches these slow torpedo shaped objects. I miss him the first time but I am sure I hit him the last few shots. To my disadvantage, the gun is out of ammo. How lame, I think. I get sort of pissed at this point that I'm wasting my precious dream time with some annoying DC. I say to myself this is my dream and I should do whatever I want. I am about to will the dude out of existence when the dream ends.

I know it's a bit late, but I wanted to share this dream anyways, because I have finally completet a task. My lucid dream was really long, so I want to skip to the part, where I did the basic task.

I have been lucid in a while, at the time, and then i remembered the basic task. I talked with my friends, and I got the idea to posses one of them. First I tried to walk into the person, but without any luck. Suddenly I remembered something i saw from a cartoon once, where they jumped head to head into the victim. I tried, and this time with succes. My friends stared at me, and I asked them if I really were succesfull... My body didn't look different, but I felt it worked, and they said it worked well.

I hope it wasn't really too late, because I really wanted to share this with you. Happy lucid dreaming!

the start was gone when i woke up so i cant put that
when i can start remembering i was in a computer i think well oops i just remembered the start of the dream we were my family was getting a new dog but when it got to the house it was a person, nobody else really noticed so then the dream shifts to where people are getting replaced by robots the robots look human but they have a dead look in there eyes i was hiding in a old crawl space in my home when one found me he grabbed me then i went lucid. Ok back to where i was, in a computer
there was this girl i did't know i was showing her the things you can do in a computer i put my finger to the blue floor that was dark blue with light blue simmering lines in it and drew a square and made a note book that matched the coller of the floor she seemed very happy and asked if she could have it then i proceeded to make several moor and throw them into oblivion , after that there was an earth quake when that ended the floor was broken all over so i fixed it and started building all over then i built a minecraft netherake tower in in the middle i put a large ice crystal that had faces on it they spawned a bunch of monsters and had a needle inn the haystack game i got very bored and jumped into oblivion my self,
i did't wake up i was at my house in the yard trying to fly took a few face plants in the dirt but i flue into a tree "facepalm"
then a guy was there i did't know and he was trying to help my fly better but then i woke up

I have never been an insect before in a flying dream. The feeling was incredible.


[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m an employee of the Department of Natural Development, amagical division that is responsible for many of the changes seen in nature. Certainaspects of the natural world do not occur without the aid and assistance ofmagical beings like me. We are capable of becoming the tiniest of people, andthis makes us perfectly suited to our jobs. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I walk through the office to put up my briefcase and grabmy equipment I immediately become lucid and realize that I need to activate myshrinking power before I take off. I walk into a special staging room designedfor transformations and I shrink to insect size. Everything around me becomesthe tallest of towers as my perspective changes. The feeling is almostsickening.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My equipment has also shrunk and I place the safety straparound my body, hooking into the harness and the lock that attaches to my belt.Next to me is a switch and I press it, which allows me to exit the room beforesomeone else comes in, preventing people from being squished.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] I leave the officebuilding and I find myself flying over a crowd of people walking along a busysidewalk. I pass by several very close, feeling a little daring, and a youngman actually swats at me though his slow hand comes nowhere close. As I gainaltitude I’m laughing, both at how good this feels and how awesome it is toevade his swatting hand. He looks annoyed as he talks on his cell phone.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]My little wings are making a buzzing sound, though I knowthey aren’t real wings like those of an insect. They’re manufactured to imitatethe sound of a fly or bee, speeding me to my work. I wear office clothes despite my need toappear like an insect, and the only thing keeping me from being seen is myincredibly small size and super-fast speed. [/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I fly into a grouping of redbuds, or perhaps cherry trees,I’m not sure which. Both trees appear similar in spring, white flowers thatchange colors as the season develops. I am carrying a sprayer, a machine thatappears like a high-powered blower, and my job is to spray the scent onto theflowers. Without me, the trees would have no smell and people wouldn’tappreciate the trees as much. Without me….well…how else would the scent getthere?[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Flitting in and out of the branches is exhilarating, and Ishare the air with bees and butterflies, though neither comes near me fearing thesound of my wings. The vibrations make other creatures stay clear of me, and Iam free to spray the trees without interruption. I think about how cluelessregular people are and what they would think if they knew about the sprayingthat I’m doing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]

It's not every day that someone from DreamViews appears in my dream, but this isn't the first time OpheliaBlue has shown up.


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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m on a backroad in California, somewhere not too far fromthe Sierras. Trees and bright green meadows line the road, a perfect place fora drive in the country. I encounter very few people.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Up ahead is a driveway that I suspect is an H.E.B., an oddthing to find in California. I pull off the road into the dirt parking lot andwork to fit my vehicle in behind some other SUV. The rear end of the vehiclesticks out onto the road a little but not as far as other nearby vehicles so Iassume it’s okay.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The store seems less like a supermarket and more like an oldcountry store that has fallen to disrepair. There are no bright overhead lightsand the floor seems dirty. Condensation water drips from various chilleddisplays and pools on the floor, a clear slip hazard. The shelves are filledwith items but the selection is slim with little to no product competition. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Wandering through the store and carrying a hand basket Iselect a loaf of bread and a cucumber, something in a jar and some off-brandtype of soda I’ve never heard of. I seem to not be shopping for a meal butrather just picking up items as I go along and see things I am familiar with. Iremember that I need some water bottles and grab a case of Ozarka, noting thatI still have one at home under the table.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A cashier is standing by an old-fashioned manual cashregister, his hands on the counter while he waits expectantly for someone tobuy some groceries but I just walk on past him. My belongings seem to disappearas I walk back outside. The parking lot has puddles in it and I have tojump-step to avoid them. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The sky is a dark grey and as I look up at it snow begins tofall, light at first but quickly turning heavier. I become lucid as the snowand ice falls onto my skin, the chill of the ice almost painful as it lands onme. I just stop and stand there for a minute, looking at the ice melt, feelingthe cold penetrate into me. It’s a really neat sensation for a dream. As theice crystals hit they change from white to blue, then back to white beforemelting and dripping down the side of my arm. The blue is intriguing, and Irecognize it as a dream sign. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Wiping the water from my arm I continue on my way throughthe parking lot. My car is still sticking out onto the road and I no longerfeel so comfortable with it there. It seems too exposed to traffic, so the bestsolution is to move it further into the parking lot. I hop in and start mycar/SUV by pressing on the gas pedal, my keys seemingly forgotten, or lost.Ahead of me is a zigzag path around a red El Camino that will allow me to parkin a safer area. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m surprised so many cars are here; there doesn’t seem tobe many people around the grocery store or even the property. I pull into theclearing but if I stay in the position I could get blocked in a manner thatwould make it impossible to get out. I back up into a carport that I thinkbelongs to the property owner. It slopes uphill and has wooden planks set onthe ground to enable traction. A flimsy green roof covers it. It would be agreat place to park but I don’t want to make the guy mad by parking in hisspot.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]From the slight hill I’m on I can see another spot thatwould be perfect, and I pull forward into the circular drive in front of thestore. In the middle of this circle is a bar-style table, and OpheliaBlue isleaning on it and doing her homework. A pencil is held lazily in her right handwith the eraser stuck gently between her teeth. I recognize that I know herfrom DreamViews and this reinforces the lucidity from earlier.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“You’ll never get out that way.” She says this nonchalantly.“You need to go through IRC.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Are you sure?” I want to believe her but sometimes it’shard to take the word of a teenager who is clearly rebellious.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Yeah. It’s the only way to get past the snake in the mud.”She lays her pencil down on her book and straightens up, her hair falling offher shoulders as she does. Her clothing suggests punk but her homework, sometype of higher mathematics, suggests nerd. The glasses just make her lookyounger. As for her words, I know that she is telling me a code to get past thestoreowner’s evil brother.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Well, then, thank you!” I don’t know what else to say. Iwasn’t expecting such kindness out here in the middle of nowhere. I alreadyfelt like everyone I encountered wanted me to leave, like a stranger who doesn’tbelong to the local clubhouse. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Dangling from Ophelia’s neck is a small pendant, a whiteoval surrounded by ribbed gold. In the center is a black circle, like the pupilin the eye, and in my mind it clearly belongs in a museum, which must mean shestole it. I’m about to ask when she takes it off and hands it to me, placing itin my hand and folding my fingers over it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“This will get you through. Don’t leave it here.” Her facelooks serious, and her tone suggests urgency.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look down at it and I have no idea what to do with it. Iwant to ask but she walks away to go wash her hands in the fish sink becauseher pencil made marks on her skin. For me it seems like a good time to leave soI walk up the hill to the road, cross into the woods, and head off looking fora pine tree with an oval carved into it. Somehow this feels right.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The center of the forest is hard to find, and the ferns seemto be sticky. I can feel something clinging to my skin, making the tiny hairs onmy arm feel weird. They make progress slow as I step over the plants and fallenlimbs, and the odd smell of feet seems to be coming from somewhere off to myright.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]A voice inside my mind tells me to throw the pendant to findthe tree and I yank on the string to break it. The pull fails to snap the cordso I pull it over my head instead, taking one last look at it before I throwit. The black circle has hints of blue in it like speckles of fire, presumablyparticles of the sky, another recognizable sign of the dream. It’s hard to take my eyes off it but I have tolet it go.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I throw it and a whistling noise fills the air as it arcsinto the distance, landing behind a large bush. I go looking for it, diggingthrough branches and leaves and getting poked in the face.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I had two fragments this morning. I'm amazed I remember them.


Dream 1 - I'm sitting in a room with a box, similar to a Jack-In-The-Box but less interesting. It has some odd decorative shapes on the sides so I can only assume it's a toy. The box sits on a plain table.

The table sits in a plain room, perhaps 8 feet on a side, and one wall has a window set in it. The window is covered by a blind which blocks any view to the other side of the window.

Out of the box pops a purple monkey wearing a hat. It's not actually part of the toy but seemingly sitting on top of the box. It waves around like a toy but I know I would never buy it. The monkey talks to me and I talk back but I have no recall of what is said.

And I wake up.


Dream 2 - I'm walking along a hike-and-bike trail and the most fascinating thing for my attention is the asphalt. Usually the trails around here are crushed granite but this one is paved, and I'm lucid enough to not only know I'm dreaming but enthralled by the detail in the pavement.

A runner comes by, one of the many who runs this path, and as his foot passes in front of me a spray of dirt is lifted into the air. Time slows down and I can examine each particle of dirt as it floats in front of me, tumbling in slow-motion at a pace slow enough to reach out and touch it. I can't believe no one else but me notices this, but I really don't care. It's incredible, like having a nature show in my mind.

I think to myself, "I love slow-motion."

And I wake up.

This dream ranks among the most detailed dreams I've had, especially the lucid moments playing with the water. I've left out plenty of descriptive details that I just don't have enough time for, but I've tried to preserve the scenes and imagery. The color blue is still pervasive. This is a long dream.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The scene takes place in the house I grew up in, a houselocated atop a tree-covered ridge with a row of back windows that face west. Iloved that house and especially that yard, but in this dream the house issuddenly located in Canada. I’ve never actually been to Canada but it must haveseemed like a good place to be for a dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A storm is coming, a sight not unusual for west-facingwindows, but this one is particularly large. The winds of the storm areswirling like a hurricane, or perhaps oversized tornado, and have a blue tintto many of the swirls. I connect this to ice and a severe storm, as well asthoughts of being in Canada. Despite this some part of me knows this storm isimpossible, whether I’m in Canada or not.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Something tells me that I need to be on the lookout for apair of kids with broken arms, injuries recently sustained while escaping thestorm possibly. I don’t remember a phone call or message but somehow I justknow. As I think about them the stormsuddenly throws out several bolts of lightning indicating it is close enough toreally be a potential threat very soon.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I suddenly turn to the room I’m in, occupied by a couple ofother people, and say, “Why haven’t we taken the kids to the hospital yet?!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk from the room and outside to the car, a cross betweenmy SUV, a car, and some kind of large toy. Driving the vehicle is an actualchallenge as it seems to be solely operated by the steering wheel. I swerve allover the road and as I reach the end of the block I’m lucky to make the turnwithout crashing into the rock wall that lines the outer edge of one person’sproperty. What’s especially weird is that I’m I Canada yet my childhoodneighborhood is perfectly preserved in my mind, right down to the dust on theroad at the corner.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The lighting of the scene is that of early morning, and Idecide it must be six A.M. I’m approaching an intersection with a cross-streetand I have to stop, though my vehicle is very slow to respond. Ahead of meseveral children are approaching the intersection from the side and one is evencrossing with his bike right in front of me, prompting me to slam on the brake.The car slows with a frightening lag and I become scared I’m going to hit theyoung boy on his way to the bus stop, but as the motion ceases I get mad andwonder why in hell he would be going to school at six in the morning.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]On the cross-street a grey cube-car, initially headedtowards the same intersection, abruptly turns around and heads back the way itcame. This seems suspicious to me, and I turn to follow it. I have to stopshort as the car is moving at a very slow speed, and my suspicions disappear asmy displeasure with their speed rises. I have kids to get to the hospital afterall.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In front of the slow cube-car is another vehicle goingequally slow, and I can’t wait any longer. I zoom around both cars as weapproach a bend in the road, and as I am about to move back over into the laneI am brought face-to-face with an oncoming car. I swerve violently and my carmoves out of the way of the approaching vehicle, but I overcompensate andswerve back across the road after they pass. This time luck has deserted me andI crash into the curb, running into the grass of a house I visited as a teen.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After standing there with my hands on my hips for a fewminutes just staring at the wrecked car I decide to head back to the hotel. Iskip over the return trip and find myself already experiencing the luxury ofthe hotel I’m booked in for a conference I’m attending, and still in Canada. Myfriends are waiting on me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the hotel room the atmosphere is quite sedate compared tomy earlier location. The room is spacious, with white walls and curtains andseems large enough for a dozen people or more to share. I seem to be on somekind of tour, and I’ve been led into the spacious and relaxing bathroom. Awoman is taking a bath but she gets up as we enter, allowing me to see the trueluxury of this hotel.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The bath itself is situated like a mountain stream. Thebather sits in a slanted trough with a rest at their back containing the watercontrols. Their body below mid-thigh rests on a slope with polished river rocksforming the bottom of the tub, the water diffusing down through the rockssomewhere near the end of the tub instead of a traditional drain. The rate ofthe water going out of the tub is the same as the water coming in, and thisallows the water to fill the tub and seem to remain still without appearinglike it is in constant motion.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I bring my face closer to the water surface and the termartesian well enters my mind. This is the true luxury of this hotel, wellbeyond any of the other amenities, and I can’t wait to bathe in it. The view ofthe water brings me to lucidity and I spend the next several minutes simplystaring at the water and the rocks below, watching light shimmer and reflectalong the bottom of the tub. Few sights have ever brought me as much pleasureas watching a flowing stream, something I associate with the Pisces in me. Idip my hands in the water and watch as the ripples trail from my fingers, adazzle of light that is truly captivating. The water was warm when I enteredthe room but as I play in it the water becomes cool and clear, just the way Iwant it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The room is open to the west, and oddly I never see anyglass. The sun is low in the western sky and the pretty colors are starting tocome out, something you can only truly appreciate from a high vantage pointlike the hill this hotel sits on. It’s this view that puts the finishing touchon the luxury of this bathroom.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stand and walk back into the main part of the hotel room.I see a couple of my friends but something is nagging at the back of my mind.With a puzzled look on my face I say, “Where are those kids?” No one sitting inthe room seems to know but they start getting up to look for them as thoughthey were lost keys hidden in the room. I turn to the curtains behind me andpart them, revealing a sliding glass door which leads to an interior patio usedfor seating and watching the outside without having to experience the heat orcold. Here I find the boys, lying on sleeping bags, and apparently their brokenarms have been taken care of with casts, though they still look severelyinjured.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Some movement catches my eye in the darkened room and as myfocus adjusts I see a pair of raccoons has invaded the room through the openexternal patio door. They appear to be digging for snacks the boys have left aroundin the room, the remainders of a night of recovery from their injuries. Myentrance has startled them, and a third raccoon on the external patio isalready scurrying away.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The raccoons run through the open door and I give chase.From the patio-deck they jump onto a low roof and around the corner of thehotel. It appears dark outside but as I come around the corner I see it is justa deep shadow created by the setting sun. The trio of raccoons has become afamily, and they scurry along the roof to the edge of the building where theyjump to an outcropping of rock. Limestone hills surround the hotel and leadtowards a small meadow at the edge of the property. The raccoons run throughthis meadow and jump off a cliff to some nearby trees. It looks dangerous and Iwonder if they sustain injury doing this, but they seem to reach the bottomjust fine. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My attention turns to the view of the sunset, fading colorslike fire dying in the sky. It’s a beautiful scene, and I wish I could linger,but I really need to get back to the hotel room, and in particular I need toget off the roof before it gets dark. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Climbing out onto the roof had been easy, a mere walk/runonto the gently sloped surface. Going back was not so smooth. I watched myfriend who I don’t remember being on the roof at all climb from the level I’mstanding on to a higher level that leads back to the room. The other roof isabout five feet above where I am and I don’t feel confident that I can make it,especially with the spiny cactus that has slid into place right in my path. Iknow I’m going to have to hold onto this cactus to get up but the tiny spinesare too difficult to grab onto comfortably, and I give up. I decide the bestcourse of action is to jump down to the ground floor below.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I land in the back of the building, a parking lot/loadingarea for the hotel’s restaurant. Immediately a Greek man walks up to me andasks me if I want to order breakfast. I feel a little surprised at hisforwardness, having never ordered breakfast from the loading area before. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Well, I am hungry…” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Before I have even had a chance to talk about what I wouldlike to eat the man is calling out to someone to prepare another breakfast itemfor me. I have to hastily stop him before he can complete the sentence.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Hold on. I don’t even know if I’m going to like what it is.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He leads me further into the kitchen loading area where foodis stacked on high wheeled carts and shelves. His breakfast offering islikewise filling shelves on a cart, and it looks a little greener than Iusually care for in a breakfast item. The appearance is something like a smalltomato cake with jalapeno seeds and cabbage, a description that defiesimagination but seems to be very Greek in appearance. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Can I try it?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]He won’t give me a whole one to try but instead hands me asmall piece of the green leafy substance that surrounds the outer part of the Greekcake wheel. It’s bitter and creamy for aleaf, an unusual combination that he seems enthralled with but I just don’tcare for it. I thank him and walk back to the room, still hungry but happy Ididn’t let him push his odd food on me.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the room I sit down on the bed. My friends have left theroom to enjoy the night, and I’m alone with only the glow of a couple lamps tokeep me company. A few feet away a fax machine sits on a small table and it isspewing out a rather long document. I assume it’s printing out a message fromDream Views and I ignore it at first, walking over to sit at the nearby writingtable to do a little work. When I look again at the fax a moment later Irealize it’s printing out my entire address book of contacts, including privateinformation that I have notated with each name. I can only presume this wasgenerated by a computer error and I feel glad I was in the room when thishappened. If I had been out enjoying myself still I would have missed the printand sensitive information would have fallen into the wrong hands. I’m onlystaying in the hotel for one night and if this had occurred the next nightanother guest would have found this treasure-trove of a document.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I continue writing at the desk for a minute or two and whenI’m finished I sit back down on the bed. Since no one is around this seems likea good time to touch myself, and I slip down my shorts to my ankles. It doesn’ttake me long to get lost in the activity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’ve had my eyes closed while I enjoy myself, ignoring mysurroundings, but when I open my eyes I see that the deckchairs outside thewindow which I presumed were unoccupied actually had people lying on them. Ihad not been able to see the people because the backs of the chairs faced thewindow, and now I’m sitting here on the bed touching myself and completelyvisible. Even worse, one of the people is standing and I recognize him.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Aagghh!!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I utter a small scream and duck down behind the bed. In fullview of me and my self-pleasure is the hotel manager, standing next to one ofthe deck chairs and talking to a woman. He is dressed casually, a whitebutton-down loosely flowing in the breeze over a wife-beater t-shirt. He’s abalding man, likely in his fifties, with beady eyes and glasses that tend topeer down over his slight belly. The woman with him is clearly not his wife.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m doing my best to become invisible behind the bed, evengoing so far as to hold up a small towel over my face. My legs seem to besticking out past the end of the bed and I can’t pull them up any closer. Ipeek out from behind my rag as one of the staff members comes up to the man andtalks with him in a hurried manner. I’m pretty sure the man has seen me,judging by the look on his face and his continuous peeking in my direction. Ican’t tell what they’re actually saying but it is enough to draw the manageraway from his date. I feel that he told the staff member that he saw me and he’sunhappy about it, while the staff member probably said if he knows what’s goodfor him he’ll forget he saw me because I could expose him and his mistress tohis wife.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Whatever is said the man leaves without confronting me and Ican finally get up. My friends are sitting nearby on different beds and two ofthem are laughing at me and the situation, knowing I almost got caught twice.Thankfully I have escaped the uncomfortable events and all seems well.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I liked this dream despite a few strange elements. It's the first dream I've ever had where I purposefully chose my gender during the dream, one of the best transformations ever!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The school day has started and I am walking the halls asthough a student, a backpack slung over my shoulder. I feel like a spy, oragent of some police force sent to figure out who is selling drugs or testscores, though nothing I see or do suggests this. It’s just a feeling.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head down a set of stairs to my classroom, and the area iscluttered with people standing outside the door. It seems class isn’t open yet,and the bustle of people around me is causing quite a jam, spilling onto thestairs as well. Looking over at some of the people coming down the stairs Irealize they all have their blue books, ready to head to their class. I don’thave a blue book, or perhaps my teacher doesn’t use them, but I really feel Ishould have one of the blue books.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As we stand there it becomes clear that some other teacherhas left the campus for some unknown reason, and their students were sent to myclass as there was no other place to send them. I can’t imagine what it is thatwould drive a teacher to leave so abruptly and cause their class to have tocombine with another. It must have been serious.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We finally are let into the classroom and allowed to findseats as best we can. Standing there I feel a little anxious about not having myblue book, a feeling of confusion that we should have them but no one in sightexcept for the other class has brought them. I sit down at a desk with my backto the wall, the open doorway to my right and beyond the girl sitting next tome. People in the class start pairing up and sharing their blue books, and Ilook around to see if anyone is near me that will share. The girl sitting nextto me (on the right) is cute and she smiles at me before bumping her deskcloser to mine. A book is open on her desk and it’s clear she means to let mesee it also but I don’t believe it is the blue book we’re supposed to have.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]In the row in front of me and diagonally to my right isanother cute girl, and she doesn’t mind sharing her book with me. She’s not as sexy-cute as thefirst girl but still very pretty, and her willingness to help me out is atremendous relief. At the front of the class a video is showing, displayed onan older tube-style TV on a stand. Not many people seem to be paying attentionto it and I find I am distracted by the girl before me, more so as she reachesback to me and we hold hands on a blanket that has appeared between us. I feelgrateful the teacher can not see us holding hands below the folds of the lumpyblanket.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The teacher has to leave class for a few minutes, presumablyto use the bathroom, and oddly he puts on his sport coat, a brownish tweedjacket that is a relic from years past. He hands me the remote for the TV and Ipresume it is because I am the oldest, and likely the most responsible, in theclass. It’s long and similar to the remote for my Sony TV so I feel comfortablebeing in control of the video, and I think he knew this. He walks out and thedoor shuts behind him.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]With the door shut and the teacher gone, the paired upcouples in the classroom begin making out. It’s rather surprising for aclassroom that so many people would be able to hook up so quickly, though I’mnot opposed to the behavior. To enhance the mood someone changes the TV programto a pornographic movie though it doesn’t seem to encourage people to watch theTV. The girl I had been holding hands with has gotten up from her seat and hasmoved closer to the TV stand so she has room to smoke her bong. I’m impressedthat she has been able to get a bong into school, and I observe her take in arather large hit of smoke.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]My friend Pearce has also been smoking weed and he seems tobe talking to me about the experience, though I’m barely listening. He hasbecome super-high, he tells me, and he definitely prefers this effect over theeffects of Ecstasy. This prompts me to reach into my backpack and pull out astring of blue pills, similar to a candy necklace, and I break one off and popit into my mouth. I hold the string upto his view and say, “I much prefer Ecstasy to weed.” I then lower the stringinto a film canister, placing a few coins on top to keep the pills from pryingeyes should I ever be investigated.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking around a couple desks and up to the front of theclass by the TV I reach my hand out to the girl I had been holding hands with.She extends her hand and shakes mine. “I never got to properly meet youearlier.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m Cat.” Her hand is soft.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At this moment I become completely lucid and debate how I shouldanswer her. I could go female or male, and during this time my appearance seemsto take on a fluid appearance, a shifting of colors and swirls that I can seealong my arms and legs. Guessing her to be more attracted to males and unlikelyto be a lesbian I decide to go with male and my form immediately solidifies.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m Charles.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My clothes have changed, and I’m wearing a light-blue denimshirt. I can feel a goatee on my face and my hair is now short. It’s a weirdfeeling being in this body but it seems to suit the situation better. I feelmore confident that she and I will make out soon.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Sniffing the air I have a moment of clarity and realize weneed to clear out the pot smoke from the room. I start looking around for some other source of smell, something worthyof opening a window. Behind me is an open doorway leading into a small bathroomand a rather homely-looking boy is sitting on the toilet. My gaze is returnedby a smile filled with braces gone wild, and a slight wave. In my mind Iidentify him as Dumpy-Humphrey, mainly because of his similarity to a boy Iwent to school with. [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]The pooping boy is a good start but I know we will needsomething more. I really need something stronger, something everyone hates.With a burst of courage and a lack of shame I shout to the class, “I need agirl to throw up!” I request a girlbecause they’re more likely to be acquainted with sticking their finger down their throat and puking.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Thankfully one of the girls obliges and makes a nice spot inthe corner. Good. I explain to the other girl I thought was cute; “We couldopen up a window now because of the smell, to air things out and not besuspicious.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Knowing the teacher is likely returning any second I take aquick look around the room. The TV is still on and the people on the screenseem awfully familiar, and look suspiciously like the people in the porn movieThe Room which Adult Swim likes to air on April Fool’s Day. Oh my God, I think,is the TV still showing PORN??!! No, it’sokay, I realize it’s just the show from earlier and someone has kindly switchedit back from the adult movie during the time I was looking for someone to throwup. All is well.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I had this lucid dream during a WBTB. I find the imagery interesting as it combines elements from California and my old job.

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[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’ve left a place and I need to head home, but for somereason I have to deliver two vehicles to my house. One is a black truck, theother is my silver SUV. I have no recall who the black truck belonged to, onlythat it has become my responsibility to get it to my house.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]While driving along in my SUV, I cross over a highway that Ineed to use to get home. The image is similar to one in Califoirnia near my dad’shouse, lots of trees and no businesses facing the highway. It’s almost pretty. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After crossing over the highway I turn left to go down anaccess ramp that leads directly onto the highway. On the right side of the roadis emergency parking, and every space is outlined in blue with wheelchairmarkings painted on the road surface, indicating that each spot is designatedfor handicapped parking only. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m still quite far from home and even if I drive my SUV allthe way to my house I still have to come the whole way back to retrieve theblack truck. Pondering this, the best solution seems to be a leapfrog approachwhere I park one vehicle, go back for the other and drive it part of the waybefore stopping and doing the same thing with the other vehicle. Sure, thiswill work.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I pull over in a handicapped spot halfway down the ramp. Ihad seen a police car pass by earlier and I don’t want a ticket so I try tomake sure my vehicle is far enough down the hill from the roadway behind me tonot be seen by passing cars. I hesitantly head back to my previous location toretrieve the black truck.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The former location seems to be a combination of a 7-11 anda former waterpark in Austin that hasn’t existed since the late 70’s. Everyoneseems to be standing around, loitering inside the store and not beingproductive in helping me obtain and move the vehicles. I get fed up with peoplestanding around with their hands in their pockets and finally ask what is goingon. It turns out that everyone is waiting on Slurpees. Something is wrong andthe people are simply waiting for their frozen drinks.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stalk out in anger and frustration, wanting to yell attheir stupidity but knowing it won’t change anything. I manage to get the blacktruck on my own and head back over to where my silver SUV is illegally parked.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I still don’t want to get a ticket for my behavior so Iconjure a plan to help me out in case a police car comes by. The truck seemsbig enough to be a police vehicle so I stick my hands in the air and makeswirling motions above my head with my index fingers. From my mouth I go, “Woo-woo-woo-woo!”acting like a police car pulling over someone. I seem to be utterly convincedthis charade would fool any passers-by.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk up to the car worrying it may be unlocked and vandalized,but to my surprise Spike (from My Little Pony) has secured the vehicle to anearby fence with a chain. However, as I begin to inspect the arrangement, Irealize he has thread the chain through the weak links in the metal fenceinstead of a nearby sturdy pole, and the tiny brass lock he has applied is noteven secured, but dangles open with the clasp far from being latched.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I roll my eyes at this blatant lack of security and the incompetenceof Spike, and this causes me to mutter, “Dragons!” under my breath. Instead of securing the chain I walk slightlyup the embankment towards a nearby store, intending to perform some actionthere.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]But I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I had this lucid and it was one of the most incredible and thought-provoking experiences. I hope I do this again.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m aware as I slip into sleep, and I find myself lying on abook in the middle of a magical landscape. The walls of the room are gone and theworld I’m in is nothing like anything I’ve encountered before. Here anything ispossible, and my scene is so fluid that some objects do not even have shape.Those that do have form do not resemble structures or objects that I’m familiarwith, and I find myself staring at what’s around me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Beneath the book I’m lying on there is no visible ground.The light seems to come from every direction, and is a shade of red I’m not normallyacquainted with. The light seems to fill not only the scene but also be part ofmany of the objects I see. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I look around and become aware of what’s around me I havemoments of clarity, and each moment corresponds to a different wave of energypassing over me and through all the objects within my view. As each wave hitsthe objects it causes changes in their levels of illumination, each becomingbriefly brighter as though charged with power. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Behind my back and also on the book is a four-foot highblock, though it might be part of the book itself. It occasionally pokes me inthe back, and it’s hot. I briefly become aware that my daughter is kicking mein my back in real life, but in the dream this is represented by the spikyshape poking me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]As the waves of energy pass over I realize they are waves ofthought, stemming from my occasional awareness of the real world, and as thewaves strike the objects they not only light up but resonate. Everything vibrates,and the frequency is different depending on whether the object is good or evil.Good objects are filled with a brighter form of illumination, like an internalwhite light. All evil objects become dark from within and have shades of blackmixed in with the red. Their resonance is similarly affected, though this isharder to describe. The whole scenegives me some anxiety, though it could also stem from the shape poking me inthe back.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]As I shift back and forth between sleep and a hazy awarenessof the real world I discover I can move objects into and out of the dream. Theonly objects around me are my stuffed dog and my pillow. Feeling safer with mypillow’s bigger size, I bring it into the dream. It’s a lot comfier than thebook and it helps shield me from the sharp pokes I’m still getting in the back. It shines with a white glow and itssubstance pulsates with a pattern of light wholly different than everythingelse I can see. It’s softer, too.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I feel like I’m about to come to some conclusion about thenature of objects in the universe, and how they relate to conscious thought,but then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Red = Lucid Dream
Blue = Dream

On Sunday (20-05-2012) I had my first real lucid dream since joining DV. It was also the first lucid dream I actually did something in.

I woke up in bed still having my body and half of my face paralyzed, I decided I wouldn't move and go back to sleep. Moments later I found myself waking up in the bed of my childhood home. I did a reality test (pinching the nose and breathing) and decided I was dreaming. The dream was really fuzzy and I forgot to stabilize the dream but I had some time to do things. I decided to walk to the bathroom where I would find a cute girl. On the way to the door I bumped into some electric guitars. There must have been 20 of them. I knocked a few over but didn't feel concerned as this was a dream anyway. I then got to the bathroom and found the cute sitting on the floor in darkness. Then the dream faded.

Again I decided to stay still and go to the next dream. The first image was one of two poorly rolled joints, I used my concentration to turn them into one well-rolled joint. As I lit it and took a toke a room materialized around me. It was a living room with two couches and a TV and an open kitchen. I recognized two friends, but there also was a third unidentified person. I did a reality check and then one of my friends started talking to me. Intuitively I knew he was only talking to me to distract me from having a lucid dream to I interrupted him and said 'Hold on'. I stood up and walked to a window, opened it, choose a part of the night sky to fly towards and jumped off. The flying was really cool, I felt as if I was being pulled towards the area I was focusing on. The night sky had more stars on it than I had ever seen before, it was amazing to watch. I decided to fly into space so I banked up and watched the stars fly past me. I decided I wanted to make space more psychedelic but my attempt failed and looked more like white paint thrown on black canvas. The dream faded and I woke up.

This morning (23-05-2012) I had another lucid dream. It was a wb2b. I found myself walking through a town street with red brick buildings everywhere. I knew I was lucid but did a reality check anyway. This time I did so some things to stabilize the dream. I rubbed my hand and started focusing on the world around me. On the wall of a church I found a brick with a blue-glazed square on it and a circle indented on the middle of it. I decided to focus on the brick and send my consciousness closer to it so I could fly through the minute details of the brick. I felt myself flying, as a speck of awareness, towards the brick and I started to have a real good look at it. The blue square disappeared and I found myself back in my body.

I decided to do something else and imagined a group of hot women waiting for me inside the church and I was going to have a sex ritual performed on me. There was a door near me in the side of the church and I walked in. There was a large group of attractive women and I thought this couldn't go any better, but as I got closer to the altar I saw a lot of my family in the crowd. I sent out a mental message for them to leave the church and everyone except my aunt left. When I told my aunt she had to leave she became confused and started asking me why and telling everyone how confused she was.

I was in a car when I became lucid. It was some type of bad situation I wanted to get away from. I don't think I really liked the DCs in the car with me either, I was a passenger in the backseat. Once I became lucid, I remembered that I could fly. Since I was sitting in a car, I couldn't do my normal method to get airborne. Instead I decided I could fly through the roof of the car, as if I were bursting out of a tin can. I launched myself with my whole will and the maximum physical force I could. Not only did I explode out of the car roof, leaving a hole with peeled back metal, but I ended up flying so fast straight up that I went into space in just a second or two. I could tell I was somewhere between the earth and the moon when I stopped and looked down at the earth. The earth from my height looked about the size of a volleyball held at arms length. I could see North America and the eastern seaboard of the USA, that is where I flew back to. I was trying to make it back home, but I landed elsewhere in the US. I figured I was close enough for now, and could fly again once I got my bearings. But I didn't have to, either I woke up or transitioned to the next dream where I lost lucidity.

I wrote these up late last night before going to bed. They are dreams I had yesterday but didn't put down in words until very late.

The first is just a remembered fragment. The second is a WILD that occurred during my nap. My daughter woke me up from that. *cry*

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Dream 1 - I keep referring to my daughter as the childlike empress,though I am trying to convey the message of young daughter. Still, I don’t seemto be able to let go of this phrase. It might have something to do with mysurroundings which appear slightly like a castle wall, with large stone bricksall around.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I spend some time pondering why I can’t let go of the word“childlike” and I even try to explain it to someone in the dream but I neverseem to get the words out properly.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3]I find myself slipping into sleep during my nap and I’maware of my sleep state, a successful WILD without trying for one. I’m beingsurrounded by ants, which I hate more than anything, yet they seem to multiplyin number by the second. Realizing it’s a dream and that I have control I usemy magical powers to simply wave them away. This image is likely induced bywatching too much Harry Potter recently, and I’m conscious that the effect issimilar. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=3]I’m rather pleased with myself, being able to dispense magicwith just my hands, not needing a wand like most people with magic. My handsdon’t glow but I can feel power in them, and I want to try something else.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=3]And then I wake up.[/SIZE]
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