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More dragon stuff and I'm happy with that. Some interesting things happened in this dream that made it the best lucid I've had to date. Not all was perfect though.

Dragon Taming

I don't remember anything from before I became lucid (if there was anything). It was a bright day and I was in a small river valley. I water was shallow and you could see beautiful colored rocks below the water. There were small trees growing in the water along the rivers path. I was lucid and taking joy in the ability to perform nearly impossible parkour techniques.

I was jumping from tree to tree and trying to avoid the water as much as possible. There isn't much to say about it other than there was a lot of flipping and precision jumping. The freedom felt amazing. The last few jumps were the best. I jumped from one tree to the one in front of me and I spun around to the other side of it. I then jumped over to a large rock and jumped off of that onto a very high tree. I leaped off of this tree before I realized that there's nothing to jump to. Although I fell from a great hight, I was okay because I did a roll.

Now my goal was to get to the top of the cliff in front of me and out of the valley. I saw a crevice that I could wall jump on next to the waterfall. I ran straight towards it, but then I stopped when I saw a spiked wall to the left of it. The wall shot out and just barely missed me. I ran past the wall and into the crevice as the trap slowly reset itself. I then wall jumped all the way to the top. I even slid all the way back down right after just to do it again.

At the top was a great mansion that the river flowed around. I entered the mansion through the back door which led to my bedroom. I opened my bedroom door and everything looked like a mansion again. It was mostly empty though as if it had just been bought. I thought my family was in there somewhere and I had to ask my mother something. I searched a few nearby rooms, but I found no one. I then returned to the main hall where I saw my aunt looking outside through the wide open doors.

"Is mom here?" I asked her.
"Your parents left." She said.
"Where are they?" I asked.
"Just head north and you'll find them." She said.
"Okay, which way is north?" I asked while looking for a compas.
She pointed outside and said, "That way. Just past the mountains."

Before I went outside, I felt like exploring one more room. It was a living room that actually had furniture and stuff in it. This is when I realized I never stabilized. I started rubbing my hands together and noticed I had a glove on my right hand. It felt pretty real and the dream started to become more vivid than it already was. Suddenly I remembered hearing something about stabilizing by licking things. I licked my glove and it tasted like any other glove. I saw a glass table in front of me and then decided to try licking it. After I licked it there was a disgusting taste in my mouth. I looked at the table and saw that there was a yellow slime on it. I then spent the next 30 seconds scraping off my tounge and spitting the taste out. The dream became almost as vivid as real life, but I still wish I hadn't licked the table.

I then went outside to start my journey. The path looked like it would require me to go a long way east to go around the mountains. There were also mountains to the east though, so I figured it wouldn't be a favorable road. I thought about flying over the mountains, but I really just don't like standard flying in dreams. I kind of got distracted from my goal here and remembered my draconic roar. I figured that since I was still knew to it, I should practice it and try to make it stronger. I did at least five roars and each one was much louder than the ones from previous dreams. It was like the Lion King with the volume at 100. Most of my roars were just aimed into the sky where they wouldn't have an effect on anything. My last roar though, I looked at a tree, took a deep breath, and made an amazing sounding roar. It also instantly blasted the tree in two, which I thought was just great.

I then remembered that I needed to get over the mountains, and at the same time remembered that I'm Dragonborn. So I figured I could just fly a dragon. I looked towards the mountains to the east and held my hands out. "Summon dragons!" I commanded. I then saw a baby ice dragon and a baby earth dragon fly out from behind the mountains. I also saw the image of a giant (mountain size) earth dragon in the distance, but it didn't move. The two baby dragons started playing together in the air for a little bit before they finally landed in front of me. I reached out my hand and moved slowly towards the white one.

"Hey buddy!" I said as I moved towards it. The two dragons started to back away from me.
"Don't be scared, it's okay." I said trying to calm them. As I moved closer into their space, they started to become aggressive.
"No, no, I'm friendly! See?" I said holding my hand out to it.
"Oh shit!" I yelled as tried to bite me.

The ice dragon nearly bit my arm and the two of them were starting to growl at me. If I were to make one more attempt they would tear me to shreds in seconds. I guess baby dragons are just more timid and aggressive. It's not like I could fight against them though. You don't hurt the creature you're trying to befriend. Then an idea hit me. Summon a teacher!

For some reason I'm just no good at summoning people, but I'm really good at summoning dragons. So what if I summoned a dragon with a person riding it? I held my hand out and looked towards the mountains again. "Summon dragon tamer!" I commanded. I waited a few seconds before seeing a figure come out from behind the mountain. A fire dragon with a man on it then appeared next to me. The man was dressed in a funny outfit that reminded me a lot of the squire from many dreams ago.

"How do I tame one of these dragons?" I asked him.
"With a ball." He said.
"A ball...?" I said confused.
"You can use it to distract them long enough to get close and make friends with them." He explained to me.

He then pulled out a yellow ball that got the green dragon's attention. He tossed it and the dragon caught it and started to happily play with it. He then moved in close to it and started petting the dragon. It worked, and he had made the dragon his pet. The dragon tamer handed me the yellow ball and told me to try. I looked towards the white dragon, but it got scared and started running down the road. Naturally, I chased after it. When the dragon realized I was chasing it, it started to fly low to the ground. Then there were fences and walls in my way, but I managed to jump and flip over them. The dragon was starting to tire as chase went on, but my dad woke me up before the end.

End

If the dragons weren't so timid I think this would have been the perfect lucid dream. I feel like I did learn something from all this though. Only problem is I don't care enough at the moment to figure that out.

Last night didn't produce anything special dreamwise again. I remembered some fragments, but not enough to merit a proper entry here. So instead we are going to delve into another "classic".

Jakro "Classics" II: Weird Mansion and It's Angry Owner
Date: January 9th, 2009
Lucid: No

I was keeping a fire in the fireplace, but for some reason I somehow removed the burning contents of the fireplace and took them with me outside, next to the shed where we keep our firewood. It was winter and I took the fading fire and placed it onto the snow. Like I said I have no idea how I transported the fire from within the fireplace to outside, nor I know why I did it. The fire wasn't burning very brightly, so I poked the wood a bit to make more space for it to take air - it worked as some old wooden door that was beneath the fire burst into flames like I'd poured gas in it.

This was the time when I realized that it probably isn't the smartest thing to burn wood next to the shed. If it would have caught fire, that would have been catastrophic. The fire did indeed spread to the wood that was inside the shed. I panicked a bit but managed to put down the fire. The fire was out, but I was still nervous in case there was some smoldering.

I switched back inside the house all the sudden. There was my brother and some random buddies of him. I felt like I knew them, even though afterwards I had no idea who they were. My brother gave me his phone, so that I could call our sister to watch the shed in case there's still something smoldering.

For some reason I called my brother's number, which is odd considering I was using his phone! Funny enough, some unknown dude actually answered the phone. There is no mention of the contents of the call, so I take it I didn't move forward much in that discussion. I forgot about the shed as there was a bigger problem.

The group - me, brother and the other guys - weren't in our house at all. It was some kind of strange mansion, and we were lost there. We didn't know how we had ended up there, but we wanted to get away. We were in some kind of dining hall. There were stairs up, but they were collapsed on the upper end. The upper level wasn't that high anyway. On that upper level there were stairs even further upwards. Couple of the other guys planned to get to that upper level by climbing the stairs to as high as they go and then jumping to the upper platform. It was feasible, as the platform was just about within jumping range.

I took the lead and was first to try the jump. I managed to grab onto the edge edge of the platform with my arms, but then the platform collapsed under my weight. The fall wasn't long and I didn't hurt myself, but the other guys were a bit pissed about the fact that there was no way upwards anymore.

In fact, the others succumbed into despair. They talked pure crazy-talk that we are going to starve there as we were stuck. WTF? We were in a mansion, and in a dining hall no less. You'd think there were some food nearby, even more importantly, you'd think someone actually lives there! I wasn't really concerned about starving to death.

I rallied the rest of the bunch and we started to search for a alternative routes away from there. In some room to the side of dining hall we met a little girl. I asked whether there was any other way out except that broken stairway. The girl then asked us to come with her. She took us to a balcony that was high on the house's side, but it had a stairway going down! We had managed to get out.

Not so fast. We were just about to go to the balcony when we bumped into the owner of the mansion. Instantly I was afraid of him - he just seemed to emit this vibe of pure hateful energy. Like he was about to snap at any moment. The worse thing was that he was actually carrying a rifle when he came to us. It was some old-fashioned rifle that was probably at least a couple hundred years old. I remember the gun in vivid detail - it was beautifully decorated throughout, both it's metal and wooden parts. It must have been expensive.

I don't remember exactly what the guy said, but his message was basically this: "I'm glad you are coming out, otherwise I would have had to kill you." Jesus Christ. This guy is a madman, but I figured that out at first sighting.

We were leaving. Somehow I knew that my dad was on his way to come to pick me up from there. I tried to spark up some conversation with the guy in the meantime, just to keep his occupied so that he doesn't get any ideas about torturing and murdering us. He seemed like a that kind of guy. I was about to compliment him about his nice gun, but I never get to that, as he pulled out a dull and bent butterknife.

Yeah. This was the kind of guy that was even more scary when wielding a dull and bent butterknife. He could fuck me up with that. I had no doubts in my mind of that. I tried to defuse the situation by saying assertively "Do not point that butterknife at me!", but instead that actually blew out the situation. Wrong move.

The guy went absolutely nuts. He started shouting that I won't tell him what he can or can't do. I was terrified. "This is it, my life's going to end. Fucked up with a butterknife by some madman."

Finally he snapped fully and started coming towards me. I tried to survive by starting to run away. I ran the stairs down with the guy chasing me down.

Lucky for me, just as I was on the ground level, my dad's car emerged from the road. He stopped his car some way from me and I ran to get on board. I was barely in when I screamed at my dad to step on it. I guess he saw the guy that was coming after me as he quickly obliged.

But I couldn't get the door closed as the lunatic managed to just cut in. Car was already moving and he had to run along to keep up. The madman and I struggled a bit at the door before we finally managed to shrug him off.

Some way away my it was my dad's turn to snap. I was explaining what happened and my dad got so angry, that he made an U-turn and started accelerating back towards the madman's mansion. I presumed that he was going to try to run over the madman. Wow, I didn't know my dad could get so upset over something that he would cold-bloodedly try to kill someone - even if the madman totally deserves it.

Anyway, I was still scared to death. I managed to convince my dad to turn back away as I told him, that the lunatic had a rifle. It was lucky that my dad listened to me.

We drove away from the mansion and had succeeded to escape. My brother and the rest of the crew were forgotten by now, like they never even existed. I guess the managed themselves. Nonetheless this was an uncharacteristically happy ending for a nightmare.

Thebeastofold's Dream


Ive been fighting sa nasty cold lately so ive been sleeping under the influence of nyquil..so only dream fragments this time unfortunately...

Fragment 1:

I was trying to re-position my big tv but it seemed to be made of rubber and kept flopping and folding in half etc...

Fragment 2:

i was wandering around the backroom of a grocery i used to work for many yars ago...i found a door behind pallets of goods that to my knowledge wasnt there before..so i walked through it and i was in a strange gym type place, full of cubicles and each cubicle was a different sport or workout station...one was "tennis" and there were 3 or 4 people standing there dressed in tennis clothes holding rackets and talking to each other...

Fragment 3:

I was walking down an odd hall and i noticed the guy infront of me had a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, so i got right up behind him and grabbed themout of his pocket, then i took a quick right turn and was in another hallway...

Fragment 4:

i was standing in a large dirt parking lot somewhere, and i was watching a huge RV followed by a pickup truck driving up an extremely steep dirt road that zig-zagged up the side of ana lmost sheer cliff in the distance...

Fragment 5:

I was wandering around in a huge mansion type place, and everywhere i went there seemed to be preparations for a big party, or something other activity...and i kept running into a guy with a smoking pipe in his mouth...every time i ran into him he would start telling me about something that had nothing whatsoever to do with the house or whatever was going on.....dont rememebr what he said exactly... woke up...

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was with two friends, a man and a woman. We were walking into something like a high school gymnasium which had been done up for a flea-market-type sale.

Just inside the heavy metal doors was an aisle of tables, running from the left to the right, and extending across the width of the gymnasium. The tables were all divided into booths, and were filled with people selling things.

It seemed like my friends and I had gotten to the flea-market sale pretty early. There weren't many other customers around. Some of the vendors may still have been arranging their booths.

My male friend split off from my female friend and I. My female friend was a black woman, short, a bit overweight. She had short hair arranged in little spikes or braid-like twists.

We walked toward the back, right corner of the aisle. My friend stopped and looked at some shirts. They were long-sleeved shirts, warm for the winter, in kind of flat green and cream-white. I may have fondled a square, paper tag that may have said something about how the shirts were made of hemp-cloth.

My friend now stopped at a booth with hats on it. She picked up a blue denim hat with a short, round brim. She put it on and asked me how she looked. I thought she looked pretty cool.

I thought I'd fool around and try on a hat as well. But my friend chose a hat for me. She said I'd look good in a cowboy hat. The hat she gave me was huge, almost like a caricature of a cowboy hat. But both sides of the brim were also pinned to the crown of the hat -- so the hat kind of looked like a hat-taco.

I put it on anyway and looked at myself in a mirror on the back wall of the booth. I thought I looked like a complete goofball.

I think at this part I started to hear voices in my head. They sounded like the voice of Sherlock Holmes. I may have been reasoning something out, as if I were Sherlock Holmes.

Suddenly I was in a room. I was one of three children. But I wasn't in the body of whichever child I was.

The children were actually more like young adults. They were probably in their late teens and early twenties. There were two boys and one girl.

One of the boys was Sherlock Holmes. The girl was a really pretty, fair-skinned girl with kind of slim eyes and long, pale-brown hair. The kids all had the style and attitude of kids from the late 1970s.

The kids were all up in one of their bedrooms, which was a kind of small room up on a second or third floor of a mansion. They'd each alternately pace lazily around the room or lay down on the bed, roll around on it, etc.

The kids were all speaking with each other. Sherlock Holmes still seemed to be reasoning something out with himself. The girl was at least teasing Sherlock Holmes, if not the other boy. All three kids were lazy -- and they knew it. But the girl took a little bit more pleasure in teasing the boys for being lazy.

The girl had to leave. Then the two boys were together. But then one of the boys had to leave. The other boy was by himself.

During this time the boy had transformed from Sherlock Holmes into Lewis Carroll. As Sherlock Holmes, the boy had been just a regular boy, or young man, from the 1970s. As Lewis Carroll, something about him changed. He actually took on more of a late nineteenth century appearance.

But the boy was still lazy. He may have known that the girl had gone off and found a job. And the other boy may have at least gone looking for a job as well. But Sherlock/Lewis was still just sitting up in his room.

Sherlock/Lewis was thinking of what kind of excuse he'd give his parents (with whom he was still living) for not yet having found a job.

He thought he'd make up something about being a writer and needing his time to write. In my mind's eye I saw a huge, yellow pencil laying across the bed with the boy. I thought the writer excuse kind of made sense. After all, if this was Lewis Carroll, he was really a great writer.

But then Sherlock/Lewis, looking out the window, started thinking about what his dad would say about him. I could hear his dad's voice in his head. Eventually the dad's speech took over the narrative.

The dad, who was like Bill Loud in the show An American Family, was narrating a letter that he'd written to his wife. His wife was out in some foreign country, maybe France, taking care of some business.

The dad wrote his wife that he'd gone to visit the daughter at either the location of her new job or at her college campus. Either way, the daughter was in a new town. But this was a town where the dad and mom had met and fallen in love. So the dad was happy to go back there.

There was a view of some part of a campus, I think, in this town. There were a lot of trees. But it was winter, and the trees were all leafless. The branches struck me as being very black.

The father wrote/narrated a very sentimental statement that began with him sighing, "Ah!, the memories..."

Now there was a strange view of painty-looking or animated-looking flowers, huge, five-petalled, yellow flowers, blossoming on the barren branches. The father made some kind of statement about the first experience of love between him and his wife, and how it was as delicate as trembling petals.

Dream #2

I was watching a documentary. There was a black and white photograph of two girls from a wealthy Italian family. The girls were sitting on the left rim of the pool for a big fountain, which was out on a gravel driveway leading up to the family's huge mansion.

The photo was really blotchy. It was apparently taken in the 1940s, though the girls seemed to me to look more like they were from the 1970s, or even the present.

The girls both had really long hair, which was very straight and plain. And the girls wore very short denim shorts, or denim coveralls with very short leggings. Both girls had a skinny look about them, though neither really was skinny. They both looked a little dull and overly spoiled.

The view now closed in on the girl sitting higher up on the rim. This girl was the older sister. A narrator now explained that the older sister had a disease, which had made her life very tragic.

As the narrator continued, the view now became active and in color. The view had shifted away from the fountain and onto the gravel driveway. It was the present. But things at this estate were pretty much the same as they had been in the 1940s.

There were a few old men standing out by some junk in the driveway. It looked like it may have been a ticket booth and some other equipment related to an old-time carnival.

The narrator's speech had continued. The narrator had explained that the girl had never been particularly pretty. But as she reached her seventeenth year, she'd begun to blossom into a more beautiful girl.

But at this time, the girl was suddenly struck by a disease which was like a cancer, eating away at her face. The disease was combatted once, and the girl was okay. But then the disease came back again and again, until a few years later, the girl's face was completely ravaged.

One of the men in the gravel driveway now walked over to the right side of the road. There was a big structure there. It was made of concrete, and it was as tall as the man. It was shaped like the plastic head of a baby doll. And I supposed that the face of this giant, concrete baby doll was turned away from me, so that I only saw the back of the head.

The back of the head, though, had a huge chunk smashed right out of its center. The chunk revealed , through a thick, ragged window of concrete-white, pebbly casing, the hollowness of the doll's head.

I assmumed that there was probably a similar smashing in on the front side of this gigantic baby doll's head. And I assumed that this head was a metaphor for the 1940s girl's head. I realized that this was what the disease had done to the woman.

Dream #3

Some anime. The main bad guy was a beautiful-man kind of figure: skinny, elegant, with long, purple hair. He was a very sinister kind of character.

But it turned out that the reason the bad guy had been causing all the trouble was because somebody had taken his favorite teddy bear away from him. He assumed the good guys had done it. So he was causing all kinds of trouble for them.

I thought this was a really disappointing reason for a bad guy to be bad. It cheapened the whole story. I couldn't even figure out why good guys would fight this bad guy at all.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I am a young blond girl of good families, but quite rebellious. I have some questionable friends and I do things my family would totally disapprove, like inhaling hairspray whenever things get boring.
I have a friend from school who is not as fortunate as me - she is from a poor family - but I really don't care about social class of a person as long as he/she makes me laugh. We are very close friends and we spend as much time together as possible. She comes by my mansion when my parents are not around, but the butler never opens the gates to let her in - despite my indignation and calling him all the names I can think of - so when she rings the bell, I slide down from my bedroom window to the terrace below and from there to the lawn and run to the gates to let her in. We then have so much freaky fun doing absurd and sometimes dangerous stunts.
She makes me so happy, sometimes I even think I am in love with her.
One day in class I slide a box with a ribbon on top, from under my desk to hers on my right. It's a gift for her and I couldn't wait for the end of the class to give it to her. Unfortunately the teacher - quite a bitch in my perspective - sees it and apprehends the box. She asks me what am I doing and I reply with a defiant smile, showing no remorse, shame or regret. I am always like this: I never, ever, feel or admit, even to myself, that what I do may be wrong. I am that free!
Although I am such a rebel, I am also brilliant and even without any effort, I get good grades. But the only class I truly love is literature and the guy who teaches it is the only teacher I respect and who can get my fully undivided attention. One day almost at the end of the class he talks about some lady writer and reporter with whom I identify a lot. She is Anne something (a big weird germanic name) and I write it down to help me memorize it for when I wake up (didn't work though). He says he'll say more about her in the next class, but I am determined to look for more info about her as soon as I get home.
...
Later on, I am already employed. I work at some office, possibly a newspaper or magazine. I arrive about one hour late for work and I try to sneak in without being seen by the boss. My colleagues just shrug their shoulders, nod their heads, but don't say a word. Unfortunately my boss blocks me at the base of the staircase to the upper floor where I have my desk. He looks unpleased, but not extremely enraged, so I say I'm sorry and make up some really bad excuse why I'm late. He says he's tired of my pointless excuses, since I arrive late every single day, they no longer work. I laugh, he's got a point. In that case, why doesn't he just let me go to my desk? He does. Everybody in the office considers me a spoiled brat with no notion whatsoever of responsibilities, but they all love me and forgive me my manners.
A colleague tips me that a certain guy I have a crush on - a navy officer who is, by coincidence, non other than my RL friend Granger - is coming by today to meet the boss, of whom he is a friend. I know he loves me back, but he just can't deal with my rebel, careless attitude, which is just the opposite of him. I see him stepping out of a car, so elegant in his uniform and as he enters he immediately sees me. He hides his true emotions but he flirts with me anyway and I play along, dreaming of the day he might consider me worthy of his true affection.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I may have been in an airport. Near me was a black man who may either have been a friend or an acquaintance. He was kind of tall and kind of strong looking. He had long, wavy, brown hair that almost looked like a wig. He also had a long, black beard. He wore black sunglasses, a black, denim jacket and no shirt, and probably blue or black jeans.

The man was in trouble for some reason. Airport security may have thought of him as a terrorist. I hoped security's suspicion of the man wouldn't spread to me. The man and I seemed separated from each other by about ten meters. Near the man was a line of boxes about knee-high.

I was now in the man's house, which was a big mansion. We were in some area like a living room or a sun room. We still stood apart from each other and facing each other, like we'd stood at the airport.

The interior of the mansion was spacious and open. Everything was white, and there were big windows and sliding glass doors everywhere. The man may have been wearing white versions of the clothes he'd worn in the airport as well.

Somewhere was a "library," which the man showed me. It was really just a bookshelf. It was wall-height, maybe three or four meters long, with five or six levels of shelves.

All the books in the "library" looked like they belonged to one edition or came from one publisher. The books were all bound in leather or fake-leather, marbleized-looking covers. The bindings had gold lettering and trim.

There were only three colors of books: blue, red, and green. The three different colors were all grouped together. There were very few blue books: they only took up a portion of the left side of the very top shelf. The red books took up the most space: from where the blue books ended, down to about halfway along the second to last shelf. The green books took the rest of the space.

The man may possibly have showed me "my bedroom," or the guest bedroom, which was, now, also the library. In this library-bedroom there were a bed and a desk, both white. Over the desk was a wall-mounted bookshelf, with the same kind of books as on the previous bookshelf, arranged in a similar fashion.

Thursday:
I was on a boat (a Cruise ship). I was in a room with bunkbeds.I had just removed my shoes and put them underneath a desk in the room. A person I know just came into the room and sits down on the bottom bunk. But at that moment the ship started swaying VERY badly..but the strange thing is--it was sunny outside. Then the dream scene shifted to the same person &I racing down a terminal to a plane (I have no shoes on). We just manged to catch the plane and go to our seats. When the plane was on the runway..two mice who look like Gus and Jaq, are racing down the runway and Gus just is able to get to the wheel before it takes off. The plane went kind of wonky.. and the camera showed me that..there was no piolit or co-pilot in the cockpit. So I rushed into the cockpit and flew the plane..straight into a hangar. (the only thing I'm sure off is the shoes&desk is a metaphor about me spending to much time at a computer and not enough time outside)


Friday:
I was in a mansion, in a room which was all white..it had 4 pianos. Each one had a different "sound" to it. One on the far left, sounded like it hadn't been tuned for awhile. Well the one on the oppiste side was a bit too loud. I was playing the former piano and I notice a ghost coming towards me. It looked like however she had died she died in her bedroom. When she got close enough I saw her have RED eyes.

Saturday:
i was on a subway with mom. We were at the stop she want us to get off at. Somehow I lost her and had to walk through the entire subway train to get off. Two women, looking like two people I knew helped me get off the subway and up an eslcator. Before we got outside, we passed a shoe store with a moral of princesses (not Disney). One side of the store had shoes outside of it and the plaque above it said "Peggy's shoes". I did find mom eventually.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a huge building, either like a mansion or a museum. The building was dim, as if at night, with only a few lights on.

I had been in a back area, where there was a high, wooden wall, with a tall window up high on the wall. I then walked forward to some narrow area with a slanted, wall-like display stand or case.

My old friend R was standing in front of this display area. He stood really close to it. He seemed to be trying to avoid looking at me. I somehow knew he'd gotten a reputation for being violent, almost psychotic. He was so tired of dealing with this reputation that he didn't even want to have to look at anybody.

But he actually was as violent as people accused him of being. And he actually wanted to act violently toward me, because he felt I'd somehow insulted him.

I faced R. But now he was in a room even closer to the front of the building. He was in a little niche in a wall to my right. He may even have been wrapped in bandages, like a mummy.

I wanted to prove that there was no reason to be afraid of R and that I wasn't afraid of him. So I handed R a whole bunch of items that looked like huge items of silverware: like huge forks and knives. There were also some huge tongs that looked like forks. Everything was sharp, and I knew it could all be used as a weapon to kill me.

I was now going to leave the house. The idea was, I knew, that if R had weapons and I left the house, that R would kill me. But I was going to prove people wrong. Nevertheless, I was still afraid to leave through the front door.

I ran all the way to the back of the building. There was a window I'd easily be able to climb up to and crawl out of. But as I started crawling out the window, I felt like R might be right there, waiting to throw the weapons I'd given him at my chest.

So I climbed back down. To my right, as I faced the wall, there was a dim kitchen, just like a kitchen in any nice suburban house. Just above the sink was another window. I thought that since R thought I was going to come out the back window, I'd be safe going out the kitchen window instead.

But as I was climbing out the window, I could feel R's presence again. I knew that this time he probably would manage to catch me, throwing the sharp weapons I'd given him at my chest and piercing my heart.

Dream #2

I was looking at a magazine, maybe a porn magazine. The pages were nothing but photos, maybe six photos per page, in the same kind of style as a porn magazine.

The photos showed two girls in bed. They were about nine or ten years old. They were wearing pajama pants and pajama shirts. Apparently, under their pajama pants the girls were wearing diapers.

The girls got into a kind of sixty-nine position with each other. The girl on top of the other girl rubbed her face against the bottom girl until her pants had been worked off. She somehow managed to remove the girl's diaper in the same way.

Our youth group wanted a new place to meet, so we get a huge mansion. We each have a bedroom with our name artistically added to it. I find Kieran's, Devin's, and Megan's. I never found mine. We all go back downstairs to have the meeting. During the meeting, I'm accused of having to go to swim practice and leaving early. This is morning, swim is at night, so I stomp off and go up some unexplored stairs. I find Aelita Andre, the four year old artist that I'm doing a report on. She glares at me and starts singing "Set Fire to the Rain" by Adele. All of a sudden, I'm outside with my brothers and parents. Everyone else is gone. Fire is all around the city, and terrorists are on their way to bomb the mansion. Dad decides to blow it up himself. I agree, thinking that he will follow us while we run from the bomb, but sad music starts to play as he walks off, like in a movie. I realize that he would be blown up in the attack, and grab him. I refuse to let him sacrifice himself. So we all run away, he throws the bomb on top of the building as he runs. Mom is lagging, but sprints, jumps, lands on one foot on top of a six foot fence, jumps off, and lands on her face. After a second, she gets up and starts running again. As we all climb the fence, I see little Aelita running as fast as her four year old legs can run. I realize that she'll be caught in the blast. Scene shifts, I'm in a newroom watching a threat screen. The blue warning is just here and there. All off a sudden, a massive blue circle appears. I hear my parents talking in the backround.

Good morning, ,everybody.

Dream #1

A gigantic cruise ship like the Titanic was out on the sea during a huge storm. There were a lot of people in the main dining room. The dining room was big and bright, with low ceilings and small, round tables draped in white tablecloths. The dining room may have had doors, and possibly even windows, right out to the deck.

People had been warned to stay inside the inner parts of the ship during the storm. But one of the men actually opened one of the doors or windows out to the deck. He may actually have gone outside, on the left side of the ship.

The storm blew the man back through the door and out another door on the opposite side of the ship. The man could be seen clinging onto an old-style, wooden mast, his body being blown pretty much horiztonally by the storm, like a flag in the wind.

I was now back in the dining area. But now the place was almost totally empty. It was also very dim and full of heavy, wooden tables. I sat at a rectangular table for six or eight people. A beautiful woman sat across from me. I myself was a beautiful woman.

One man had just walked away from us. He may have been my boyfriend, or he may have been the woman's boyfriend. But there was also a man slumped down in his chair to the woman's left. He seemed to be the woman's boyfriend. He was so drunk that he'd passed out.

The woman was upset about the man having gotten this drunk again. I, possibly as the woman's friend, was trying to comfort the woman.

I encouraged the woman to have a drink. I said it might make her feel better and make her feel like she'd equalled things up between herself and her man. I told her the drink would be on me.

But the woman, hearing that I was buying her drinks, suddenly became greedy with drinks! I don't know where she was getting the drinks from, but she kept pounding them back, sometimes even two-fisting it.

The woman was drinking gin in something like a baseless wine glass. And each time she'd finish a drink, a little green scoreboard over her left shoulder would count the drink off.

Finally the woman stopped drinking. But it wasn't like she was drunk at all. Both our men were back. But my man was already in bed. The woman's man was still passed out drunk.

I figured both men wouldn't be much good for sex tonight, but I told the woman that she could probably find some way to make her man please her. I had an image in my head of either the woman or me sitting up, still in a dress, while one of the men, so drunk he couldn't even sit up, lay on his stomach and performed cunnilingus on either me or the woman.

But what I was really interested in was trying to prove to the women that her man was so drunk that he'd be no good at all for the night. Then we could find some way to get rid of the man for the evening. After that, I'd convince the woman to have lesbian sex with me.

But now we were carrying the man back to the bedroom, which was apparently down a short hallway just past the dining area. The woman had the man's head, and I had his feet. The man seemed really sick. I was afraid he was going to puke all over me sooner or later.

Dream #2

A man was telling me and a group of friends about how he and a woman (who sat beside him) had lived in a mansion for a while. Someone else may have lived there with them. The other person may have been really rich. The man and woman were well-off, in fact they looked like a glamorous couple from the 1920s, except alive today, but they weren't rich.

So while the rich person had one portion of the house, the couple had the maids' quarters, which themselves were huge. The man said the couple didn't have to do any maid work. They just liked the quarters because they were so big and they felt kind of old, like an old castle or monestary.

As the man spoke about the maids' quarters, they materialized around us. Everything seemed to be made of concrete, painted over, like a public restroom. In fact, there was some huge restroom just behind the man, not divided from our room by a wall, but by a concrete seat, in which the couple sat.

The man told us, "We even used the hands-all bathroom while we were there, which was huge."

Somebody, possibly I, asked what a hands-all bathroom was. The man said he didn't know, that he'd never asked to find out.

I said, "I think 'hands-all' is like when you say 'all hands,' like when people say, 'all hands on deck.' I think it was a huge bathroom that all the servants used at once when they were suddenly called to duty, so they could all get washed up and ready at a moment's notice."

A woman said, "Or, what I was thinking is that it was for the smaller bathroom. Because that one had a mini beauty salon in it." A small bathroom, with something like a barber's chair and a mirror with lightbulbs around it, appeared in a room two or three rooms down, behind the woman.

The woman said, "I think 'hands-all' meant something like 'the works,' like if you went into that bathroom, you'd get 'hands-on' treatment -- a full makeover. And all the maids would take turns giving each other makeovers."

I was pretty sure my idea was right and the woman's idea was wrong. (??!!) But I didn't say anything. Instead, my vision seemed to focus on the huge tub in the huge bathroom. It was like I was right there. The bathtub was full, almost to overflowing, with very warm, but not hot, water.

Dream #3

I was in outer space, speeding upward and away from the earth. I must have been in a small spaceship, but sometimes it felt like I was just out in space, in some space suit.

Another man was out there, even though I don't think I ever saw him. The man spoke about another man who had taken a dimensional transport to another universe. He had done this as part of a battle with a group of aliens trying to destroy the world.

The man told me that the aliens could actually use the shockwaves of dimensional transport to destroy the earth. But the use of shockwaves and dimensional transport in flight was also the method of fighting that the aliens normally used in their battles.

So, the man told me, the other man had gone into another dimension and was conducting these kind of shockwave battles with the aliens. I imagined orange, kind of traffic-cone-shaped spaceships fighting with each other.

The man said that the other man would be back soon, as soon as he'd accomplished his mission. But now this man seemed to be going somewhere as well. Perhaps I was going somewhere, too.

We, or I, sped upward through space. I encountered a dimensional shockwave, from where alien spaceships had been. As I blasted through it, the sky of stars became filled with many more stars, some of which were different colors -- gold, purple, red, pink. There was also beautiful, brilliant nebular dust everywhere.

I was amazed by the beauty of the sight. But, suddenly, the sun (?) was eclipsed. The darkness of the sun (if it was the sun) revealed an even deeper layer of beauty in this universe. I was astonished!

I was now in a hospital. But the part of the hospital I was in was more like the control room in some kind of military base. All the people in this control room seemed focused on taking care of some procedure for one little girl. The room was small and crowded, with four or five rows of computer-embedded tables, each row split into two slanting aisles.

One man was in charge of administering painkillers to the baby girl. But he said, "That girl's had enough stuff to mess with her system. I'm not putting anything else in her." A black man, somebody like a nurse or a janitor, sat to the man's right and heard him say this.

There were two or three men standing before a screen at the back of the room. The main man was something like a head surgeon. He may somehow have been controlling the procedure being done on the baby girl, who was in another room, through something like remote-controlled robots.

But suddenly the screen shot of the baby girl cut to a sign (in kind of cheesy, 1970s style, "high-tech" lettering) saying "INCONCLUSIVE." This sign stayed on for a few seconds.

The head doctor was panicked. Something had gone wrong in the operation. But he couldn't figure out what had happened!

The screen now switched to a sign saying "INCONSCIOUS," which I guess was supposed to mean "unconscious." It meant the girl had slipped into a coma and was probably dying. This sign was flashing on a lot of different screens, now, and it may have been accompanied by buzzing alarms.

The head doctor shouted, "Dammit! We're losing her! What went wrong? Does anybody know what's going on?"

One of the other people shouted, "Her pain levels are really high. Her body couldn't take it anymore. It slipped into a coma to shield itself from the pain."

The head doctor yelled, "Did somebody forego painkillers before the operation?"

The black man, who had been sitting next to the doctor who'd decided not to administer painkillers said, "Yes! The doctor said he wasn't going to give the girl anything! I saw him! I was right here when he said it.!"

The head doctor seemed relieved. Everybody did. I saw from somebody's point of view, as if I were now actually in this scene. I was looking at the screen of the doctor who hadn't administered painkillers.

The head doctor said, "Start giving the baby girl some painkillers. As soon as they start to take effect, the girl should slip out of her coma. We'll start the operation over after that."

I was already putting in the commands to administer painkillers.

I'm at Charles Xavier´s mansion. I´m an X-Men.
I'm Wolverine.

The mansion is white with brown doors. It has tall columns, white as well.

In a room is Gambit and Storm . In another room is a younger Storm.
She wants to be the successor of the older one.
The older Storm, doesn´t think the new one is good enough to succeed her.

I decide to test the new one and we both go to the Danger Room to train.

She flies a bit and then lands in front of me.

She raises her hands and I see, from the the tips of her fingers, yellow rays coming out in cascade.
I think that the visual effect is very poorly done.
We struggled a little, and I think she's got enough technique.
The wooden door separating the room of Gambit and the Danger Room is closed, and suddenly it is covered with a metal door that closes and locks us into the Danger Room.
I look at the window and i think:
"I'm Wolverine,i have mutant healing factor, so I do not think it will cost nothing if i throw myself through the window.
I think the pieces of glass will not hurt me at all."
I run towards the window and run through it. I Land on the other side, the porch, without any pain.

I'm on my way to sleep when I see this huge goldfish swimming circles around my bed. It's about 3 feet long, and it's just swimming there in my HI. Normally I don't get HI like this, but it was off the charts today. After that it slowly turned into a mermaid, and then I tried to get out of bed, and woke up

Finally I find myself in a dream. I'm in some dark old abandoned mansion with about three to four other people, and we all have weapons. There are werewolves in this house, and everyone is afraid to go. I man up, and tell them I will be the point guy, and everyone follows me. We travel down this long hallway, and then it splits off in to two. (I head right just like in my previous dream) and everything seems too quiet. We were all armed to the teeth with weapons, and I had my fatigues on as well.

We came across two rooms that looked completely trashed. Pillows were ripped, the bed was ripped, and there was stuffing scattered about. Broken chairs, lamps and tables matched the bed perfectly. The second room was about the same except there was a corps in there. He had no head, and the blood that hung down his chest was close to hemolizing, but not all the way. It twinkled as the flash lights of my squad mates surveyed the area.

Suddendly I whispered loudly "turn off your lights, it's still here!". Soon as the lights went out, all hell broke loose. I don't remember what gun I was shooting at, but I was firing from the hip, and not letting up. The werewolf rushed me and kept taking the blows. There was a rattle of machine gun fire that rang out between each of my blasts, and just when it got close to me, it dropped dead.

We continued on a little less cautiously, but I had the feeling that wasn't the end of it. As we made our way down the hall, not even to the next room, we were suddenly attacked. Obviously it's heading straight for me again this time. Flashing it's long sharp teeth and yellowish eyes, the brown behemoth pounced at me. It was almost as the volley of bullets that were sent to his back only propelled him even farther. I dodged, and ran in the direction he came from. As he hurried towards me, I ran backwards and continued shooting him. He must have been smarter and stronger than the previous one because he took my squad mates out one by one as he passed them. Soon we're running in circles and I really don't think I'm going to make it. Finally he gets to me......


I wake up in another part of the mansion, as if I've respawned. The rest of the crew was there looking unscathed. The first thing that came out of my mouth was spreading out and being mobile. I woke up (in SP) before we could start our journey all over again

Lucid
Dream
Non-Dream

I was camping in a tent with my dad, mum and grandma. Visitors had just begun to arrive. I am not sure if they were human or not. I went outside with one of the visitors, and when I came back in it seemed that the people inside had aged significantly. I could see the lines in grandma’s face and I believe that their clothes had also changed.

“How many years has it been?” I asked in wonder. My mother replied, “1.(9?) days.”

The scene changed. I went to some kind of mansion place with my sister and her allocated visitor. It was constantly raining. Even when we were inside it was raining on top of us. I decided to travel up the flight of stairs that lay in the middle of the entrance hall. I travelled up the stairs with Sarah (one of my very good friends), and was afraid of her getting left behind because it took her a little bit of time to get up the stairs. When I reached the second top level there seemed to be gummy bears lined in a row, but I ignored these and went straight to the top. At the top I thought there would be another flight of stairs to climb, but much to my surprise, I had reached the very top. When I reached the top Ashleigh, a girl from my school, was there with some other people. The other people were rocking the stairs which had somehow turned into some kind of hot air balloon, but I had to remind myself that they were still stairs. Ashleigh was sitting on the floor because she hated it when they rocked the balloon or jumped up and down. I felt the same as her. When the others wanted me to lean over the edge, I just wanted to sit down next to Ashleigh out of fear of falling.

“Good logic,” Ashleigh said.

I went back down one flight of stairs and realised that I had missed my friends on the way up. I chatted for a little to my close friends, Emily and Amsie. I was annoyed at the rain, and wondered why it was raining even though I was inside. I waved it off however, completely forgetting that I had set my iPod to rain music before I fell asleep.

At the mansion there was this strange ride. At first it seated many other people, but I ended up on my own in some sort of baby seat that was attached to and travelled along on a wire above my head. I must have dropped something out of my flimsy bag and pockets because I forced the ride to stop by gripping onto the white banister on the side as I picked up my phone and other belongings (including a white material bag with two tight pockets and a top that didn’t close; my grey jacket with brown buttons; my old blonde curly wig that my Aunt Rosemary gave to me). In this time, a teacher had come up behind me, but I willed her away. I put my belongings in my seat.

I had finished the ride and it was time for the small group activity. Me, a boy, a teacher and another girl was in a group. We all had bicycles and our mission was to coat the path in as much chocolate brown looking liquid as possible. I was travelling up the front with the boy in front of me. The girl and teacher were far behind us because they didn’t have much skill in riding a bike. However, I supposed they had trouble because the path was slippery as it was coated in the brown liquid that we had rolled on it.

When I was waiting for the people behind us to catch up, I saw a large group of kids and a ranger. The ranger had auburn dreadlocks with a touch of leopard patterns, a blue crumpled uniform with brown boots and a stern face. She was ordering the kids to play with hockey sticks and balls. One kid lost their ball in the bush and scrambled to retrieve it, but the ranger/teacher figure did not take much notice and made no attempt to help or scold the child.

Note: Everybody else in my dream mansion seemed to be very happy, but I didn’t feel happy. This may be reference to Uglies and Pretties by Scott Westerfeld because Tally lives in a world with mansions and everybody is unnaturally happy whilst she does not share their happiness.

False Awakening:
I woke up in my bed to find that the wall behind me did not exist and sunlight was streaming through into my eyes. However, there were workmen and women and my family that were all removing my furniture from my room and putting it outside leaning against my bed. They took away my three pillows, one of my pillows having things inside it like the things I put in my pillow when I go camping. I was outraged by all of this, but it was not within my power to stop them.

Side note: I was attempting WILD in my nap at 2:00 pm in the afternoon. However, I was constantly being disturbed by other family members so I gave up WILD and just fell asleep as I normally would. I put on a rain/storm track on my IPod whilst I fell asleep. At first it was an anchor for WILD, but eventually I just used it to lull me to sleep. Funnily enough, it actually passed into my dream. I may use this in future. Sadly I could only recall the dream from my afternoon nap on Sunday. I did not remember having any dreams in the night. This made me pretty frustrated, but there is not much else I can do but keep writing down as much as I can remember.

This one might be long. It wasn’t lucid oranything, but it was pretty vivid. There wasone point where I can remember purposefully changing something in the dream. But anyway.
So I am on a trip back from graduate school to home for the summer. It comes time for me to leave, and my mom and I are going to take the 17 hour drive back to school together. Well she lives in a new house in this dream, and I go outside to say good by to our family dog Maya. Some one, I think my sister had shown me a little video of a snake bitting an killing a small animal right outside the parch. So I’m cautious making sure to watch where I’m stepping. Then I see it, a cold grey head sticking out of a bush midway up just staring at me with black eyes. I give it a wide birth and pick up my dog. At that point I walk down some steps and try to get a little further away, and there’s a bag of leaves hanging from the porch. Guess what’s inside? The same type of snake lunges at my hand and gives me a quick bite. Nothing so terrible but it begins to burn immediately and I run inside. My dog goes berserk and protects me while I walk inside. Real world thoughts kept creeping in. I had expected to leave really early in the morning so I could get back to school in time for a meeting that I actually have today. Weird, I know. So my mom and I go over to my uncle and aunt’s house in order to use his car to get me to the hospital, since my mom’s is fully packed. We walk around back and the yard opens up. There is a gigantic house and mansion made of concrete in their what seems to be new ranch sized yard. It is painted blue and done up to look exactly like a mansion…but all of its surfaces are concrete. It even has a wrap around porch. Inside, it’s full of people, red necks. I’m not trying to be mean, these people were so incredibly country. The floor to the living room was made of hay. The worst part about this ‘mansion’ was to get from the front rooms to the back ones and the garage, is to jump down this ledge where they never put stairs in. But they did take the cushion off of a huge couch and put it underneath. My uncle, and even my mom jump down easily. So I get up, look down, and the drop looks to be 20 feet to me. I get super nervous and just can’t do it. This is when I remember wishing someone could help me down, and a man that must have been over 7 feet tall comes up and says in a country accent “Wan’ some help?” He grabs my hand and helps me jump down…the drop has turned into a mere 8 foot fall. I feel embarrassed. Then for some reason we still don’t go to the hospital, but instead these people were throwing a giant party or get together. So many people come and eat food. We all talk about the snake that bit me, and from what DCs were saying it’s not a native snake from the area. I guess something happens and I no longer need the hospital, and I’m in my mom’s house. I walk for the back door and her dog is jumping up on me wanting out. He’s cute and I remember feeling him jump up on me excitedly. Then I woke up.

I was in a house. Traveling, and looking for something. Or I was going to an alternate dimension. A person. We're searching for something. I need to avoid people.

I traveled around the house/area. I can see the alternate dimension, and the other person can also sense me. I tried to go to a room where I believed he wouldn't be able to access its version in the alternate dimension.

I walked around, and found a lot of greenery. I was in a mansion, or a hotel. Outside, it was green everywhere due to the earth-hugging leafy plants, as well as huge trees. I saw rabbits and small animals.

School.