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Hi Guys.
I just started to write my DreamJournal right now because i experienced something completely new this night.
I think actually it has been my next step in lucid dreaming...
Last week i got a quite similiar experience!
So lets start:
Iam reading much about Wild and all the other methods of achieving Lucidity .
Since then ive been starting to concentrate on my state of mind and to repeat the sentence " Am i dreaming right now?" as soon as iam trying to sleep
I mean as soon as iam trying to lucid dream!
The dream started at a huge Soccer Hall. The game which has been played is a combination of soccer and volleyball.
I was going to participate at this game. After a while running around and living this at some parts more or less obvious dream...
I came into a second dream. You have to know that this first dream had been very long and that I somehow ( even that I didnt write my DreamJournal the last few weeks) remembered incredible much. In general i remembered four dreams. Two of them lucid.
Because i havent been lucid in this first dream iam gonna skip further information.
The second dream began when i was driving in a car with 2 friends through a dark forest.
After some time driving a guy occured on the left side of the street.
A small axe was sticking in his body and he was looking quite badly hurt.
I told my friend that he should hit the gas pedal and "fuckin" drive away!
"This is insane!" i said and watched the event happen.
He said that he would like to see what happened and help this guy.
he slowed down and this guy came closer.
After some seconds he almost reached our car.
By coming closer we recognized that something has to be wrong with this fella...
and it looked like he must be a zombie or something similiar.
The driver now startet to get intimidated but it was to late...
The guy reached the car and stopped it somehow!
His skin turned green and he grew immense some moments later.
I started to feel strong fear!
He opened the door with the intension to get to us.
He was not speaking nothing just breathing and coming closer!
In this moment i realized that this cant be real and that i must be dreaming.
I thought " Dont fear anything - its your world your rules your dream".
Accept the fact and just let this moment happen!
By realizing this great truth he touched me and probably killed me and i would have been waking up.
Fact is that my mind state of awareness changed this completely.
I moved into one of those beeings and now knew that i was dreaming.
I changed myself into a human beeing again and started to walk down the road.
I watched my Hands and tried to feel the whole Dimension around me telling myself that iam dreaming and that
i should keep cool all the time - just realx! dont get stressed! dont lose your control!
So i kept moving and now i started to look around me to identify the obstacles and buildings around me.
I noticed that they were build from my memories.
In germany we got this one shop called Edeka but in my dream it has been called edeko...
Just an example for the little tiny differences to the "Reallity".
I tried to fly - like i always do and it worked quite well at the beginning.
Like usually after soem moments my old problem occured that i had to start to swim to fly... I dont like that Boundary but ive got to break through the next days!
So now i thought about creating the reallity around me and came down to the ground.
I thought about a huge mountain with rocks and a great landscape.
I saw how this reality started to rise up around me.
It was awesome!
Somehow without any of my creative intension water began to fill the area around me.
So much water that i was not able to keep standing where ive been.
I got to jump up on a rock not to get into the water.
I thought "hey dude - this is your dream keep the water away!"
but it was impossible. Hitting this rock with my hands created a really bad pain and i was wondering about it cause it has been in my dream and i was conscious about it.
Finally before the water reached me i jumped up to fly away.
Like i told you before it didnt work... so i "swam" some metres up in the air and fell down into the water.
Shortly before hitting the water i realized that i should wake up by falling there. Like i always did in my dream experience before.
So this time i kept lucid and conscoius and hit the water.
Instead of waking up i entered a new dream starting in a Bathroom in a bathtube arising out of the water.
It started quite similiar to this last dream cause i was pretty scared and i got the same fear based feeling in the beginning.
After some thoughts i got me fearless again and stepped out.It was completely dark and i left the room.
There i met a good female friend of mine and we started to have sex ^^ - i was lucid and horny so ... iam not sorry for that.
It was great . Some minutes passed and i met another friend. Talking relaxing and beeing.
Another non lucid dream followed.
I dont care about this one right here right now.
I am not able to show in english how presize this dream has been.
It was incredible.
So much detail and such a long state of beeing lucid over more than one dream.
An awesome experience for me.
It was some kind oft mixture of WILD and DILD.
Cause i got this "hallucinations" fore 1 hour in the sleep paralysis state and woke up after them feeling like i slept but thinking that i was awake.
Then the lucid dream chain started and ihave been lucid for quite a long time experiencing many new things of lucidity.
Thats all i got to say about it.
If somebody got quite similiar chain dreamings please let me know and tell me what you have experienced.
KEEP on DREAMING!
Blessings Chris

28.01.2011

Yearly Clown Trap (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm watching the movie "It". The scene changes and I'm a kid in a store with my mom and sister. The evil clown from "It' is trying to trick kids so he can eat them. The doors close and lock and the evil clown says he has trapped us because we don't love our families. We try reasoning with him but he won't listen when we realize it's hopeless we all start crying because weare going to loose each other. The clown says we do love each other and we are free. The store turns into a dark blue room with tables of stuf fon them. He says we can have anything we want. I realize this happened last year and the year before that. I get a lot of textbooks, the first book in a series and a chest. I find my friend and he has the second book and we agree to trade once I finish reading the first book. I go down the hall because my mom and sister are waiting outside for me. I stop to get a yearbook like I did last year. I wake up once I get in line.

Side Notes:
-The reason I realized this happened before is ebcause it was a recuriing dream that I have every year. The last time I had it I woke up right after I got the yearbook.
-I have a lot of recurring dreams which I'm trying to figure out the menaing of. I think this ties in with my fear of the clown from the movie "It".

I don't really understand this dream I've been having, and not sure whether it's a nightmare or not. But, I know I'm sleeping. In my dream, I wake from another dream I've had and I'm laying in bed, in my room. Everything is in exact detail. Except when I try to move and readjust I can't, I feel the feeling you get when you've laid on your foot for too long, the prickly numb feeling, I also get the feeling inside to run, scream. I'm terrified, but I can't move, nor can't I talk. When I open my mouth to scream, I feel my neck and throat tightening but no sound comes out and when I look to the corner of my room theres a shadowy figure. I have no idea what it is. This dream is reocurring, I've had it about 4 or 5 times, and it's mostly the same. Except for the second or third time my blankets were ripped off towards the corner. It last for a few seconds to a few minutes. And then I wake up, with a horrible feeling.

Real-life situation: I've just found out my lifeboat dayjob is drying up (no more rent-paying work for me).

Recurring dream theme: I'm still working at my old regular-hours job in a hospital psychology department while doing tech writing on the side. (In real life, I left the hospital job 11 years ago and now pay my rent through tech writing for one client only while building up a resume, reel and contacts as an actor - which is scary but it's what I love to do.)

The dream: I've just come back from two weeks' vacation where I'm on set. I'm swimming from central Toronto back to the outlying area where the job was. I'm in a lake swimming close to shore, with a swimming coach calling out that these waves can be high - four feet high! - and to watch out for whales. Suddenly I feel a slimy, living presence pressing upward against me as I'm swimming. It seems to be a whale, but then I notice it's a manatee. Only I don't think of the word manatee - I think "cow-fish". This cow-fish follows me and rubs up against my leg like a cat.

The cow-fish follows me out of the lake. I climb up and find a towel hanging on a hook and dry myself off. I'm at the doorway to the hospital. I go in - discreetly, because I know I didn't tell Human Resources that I'd be off for two weeks - and try to find my office.

My office walls have been torn down and when I open the door, I'm outside in an enclosed courtyard. There are plants and carefully cultivated soil. I decide to go by the office of Joni, the receptionist there in the 80s, and try to find out what's going on.

On the way, Dan comes out of the men's washroom. I say hi to him. He stops me. "Navy," he says, "in this department, we have a policy concerning attendance. So far this year, you've been delinquent in attendance for 1057 days."

"What?" I answer. "No - look, I just got back - I'm looking for Joni. I can't deal with this at the moment. I'll talk to you about it later."

I find Joni, about to talk paperwork to the chief psychologist in the corner office. Meanwhile, I'm looking for my cats. Gonzo, the male cat, is in my office growling at the cow-fish, which now looks like a black foot-diameter cross between an angelfish and a terrier.

I grab a big tupperware container and go into the supply room to find Mimsie, the female, Gonzo's littermate. She's nowhere to be seen. Finally my sister Berta shows up and says, "I hope you don't mind - I substituted your big tupperware containers with these smaller ones. I didn't - you know - (shudder) - want you to - put a cat into something that food would be stored in later - you know?"

Ahhh, got it. I made another mistake.

A 12-year-old boy spots Mimsie in the supply room. "She's on top of the cow-fish!" he cries.

I put Mimsie into the small container, which has a bit of water in it. It's a tight squeeze, but she's only a five-month-old kitten. Then I go to talk to Joni. She's been crying. I ask her what's wrong and she says, "I'd only show these tears to you. I didn't get the kids."

I have no idea what she's talking about, but I sympathize and squeeze her arm. I offer any help I can. Then I tell her Dan just pretty much fired me. She smiles through her tears and says, "Great!! Now you can throw yourself full-time into what you've always wanted to do." We're hugging. She continues, "I mean, you're in your late 50s..."

"Late 40s," I correct her smilingly. I'll fight for those extra ten years!

I pass by Dan, who is sitting in one of the very informal meetings we're having, and he's shushing me. He starts talking about how I show up whenever I please and wear jeans and bring my cats to stay at work. "Aw, for God's sake, Dan," I retort, "Seth shows up carrying a bat and wearing a baseball cap! And Brianna with that piano in her office? Things have never been strictly protocol around here!!"

We get into a physical fight. I pull some martial arts moves on him. Someone pulls us away from each other.

I yell after him, "So you really are the Frank Burns of this Mash unit!!" Pause. "I said that to Seth 20 years ago during my first week!"

He's ignoring me. I go into my office to find Gonzo. By this time, Mimsie's head has swelled with water and she's turned into liquid. I quickly open the container, find her chest, and to CPR on her. The swelling in the head turns out to be a waterlogged white mouse that's stuck to her forehead. As soon as I remove the mouse, she stirs and awakens. She sees Gonzo, who is a full-grown cat, and she immediately grows to adult size.

My mom shows up from where she works in administration. I let her know what's going on. "I'm not in the mood to hear any whining," she says. "We have to go."

Day 1: Wednesday, January 19

Pre-Sleep
-No special preparation, fell asleep directly after the 1st MILD lesson, which was excellent and very informative. While falling asleep I retained a positive outlook towards lucid dreaming and dreaming in general, and managed to sleep almost immediately.

In-Sleep
-I am standing in my grandparent's house. It is quiet, and very dark. I walk around slowly, not wanting to disturb anyone who might be there. Upon turning a corner, I see a man sitting there in a rocking chair, absolutely silent. I can't see his body very well in the dim light, but his eyes are large and milky coloured, almost luminescent. He has no pupils. I am scared, and run. Every room I enter has another milky eyed person waiting with lifeless expressions. Some of them are people I know; some are strangers. I am finally overcome by fear or luck, and the dream fades.

I'm at a revival meeting in a school auditorium, only it's a circular stadium. A man is preaching. I become aware that my attendance at high school classes consists of going to one room, reading a chapter in a textbook, and then going to another room and doing the same. (A frequent theme in my dreams.) The revival preacher is saying things with which I don't agree. A protest group enters through a door in the upper section of the quadrant to my left, and I can see them waving signs and chanting. I don't remember what they were chanting, but I know I agreed with them and started clapping. People in the auditorium don't like me because I clearly am on the side of the protesters. I'm supposed to be clapping and cheering at the preacher and being silent when the protestors enter. But that's not the way I honestly feel.

I speak out during the meeting and ask why they think it would be wrong to grow a new kidney for me from my own stem cells, especially after I've given one of mine to an ailing relative. They don't have an answer other than to tell me it's sinful and selfish for me to want one. Then when they're done ridiculing me to make an example of me, they start with a beautiful ballad-style song, sung by a lovely young-church-lady soprano with shorter, conservatively coiffed hair, about how important it is to be selfless and giving and to show the Lord's mercy, especially toward anyone who was different.

I get up and leave at that point, done with the hypocrisy. I go into the hall and realize I don't have my shoes. I see myself in a mirror as a beautiful older woman, but without shoes. I start to slide along the hallway and I suddenly have some kind of skate on. Then the floor becomes a kind of video game and there are images of electronic bricks getting in the way of my skates and trying to trip me up. Circumventing these bricks increases your score. I start skating expertly around the school - as if the hallways, which form a square, are a track - and one of the people watching says they'd love to see the blooper reel of when I started.

At this point the revival people, who are now ancient Roman rulers, come out and start a show. One of the exhibits is a man who has had a uterus implanted. He's four feet tall and they call him "Little Man". I open my big mouth and dare to ask why they'd told me a kidney implantation was impossible with me when they'd managed to implant an organ into this man that clearly didn't belong there. Then the uterus-man starts to skate too, as well as all the other spliced people, and they take over the track. I have to circumvent them while I'm skating.

Kitten Attack

1 kitten is cute. 1000 is torture!!!!

I was outside and walking along a trail. I go in some house and speak with some people I know. There are bees flying around me. I keep swatting them dead. I notice a kitten come around the couch... and then another... and another. I go behind the couch and there are many kittens. They attack me and I fall on the floor. They are clawing and biting me... It's like a scene out of the second batwman movie where catwoman is born. I am screaming "help, help, help!"

Dan and Russ.

I am at someone's house. I am sitting on a couch with Dan. i am asking him If he still wants the $600 I owe him. He gets mad and starts hitting me. I see Russ AKA Rusty from down. He starts stabbing me with a baselisk tooth. I can feel the searing pain and I wake up.

Lucid

I become lucid in the same house. I walk past the couch and call Asuka's name. I see Russ again. I jump to attack him. I pin him down and ask him "Are you real?" He laughs and says yes. I as him to prove it. He then freezes.

I pick him up and I see myself in a mirror. I am seeing Rusty's face in front of me. i look to the mirror behind him and also see his face staring into the mirror. I spin Rusty around so I see the back of his head which is covered in a blue hoodie... I look to the mirror and see the same back of the hoodie even thought he should be facing the front. I spin him again and all around he is a faceless guy with blue all around his head. I get scared and try to teleport him away. I drag his body to a wall and try to summon a door. I put my hand on the wall and my vision switches. I can see an outline of my computer and realise I am fully awake with my eyes opened now.


Roses.

I am seeing an HH scene and see cartoon red roses swim past my vision. My feeling is that they are from Saim. (thanks sweetie!)

Umm.


(private entry)

Movie fails

I am watching a movie on my computer and lying down. Asuka joins me to watch. She leans back into my right arm. Her left hand touches my left and I hold it. This is just like when I walked Saim across the river in he dream from the other night.

We watch the movie and it gets to an intense scene... but then it freezes. I get mad at the screen and try to resume the movie. It doesn't work. I move the indicator back and it plays. I move the indicator to the right spot where I left off and it pauses... i move the indicator a few minutes past and the movie resumes... but never on the right spot. "Dammit," I say to Asuka.

I've been asked to audition for a teacher. Somehow this audition is a huge life-changing deal. She has already decided to reject me - that's clear - and the audition is merely a formality. The trouble is that my music isn't played by someone born into a wealthy enough family for her.

I start. She immediately covers the keys so I can't see what I'm doing. Fine, I accept that as a teaching technique with some students, but it's a little weird at an audition. She then starts demonstrating arpeggios, Hanon moves, elaborate sostenuto progressions, the works. I'm out of practice and intimidated. I'm not about to show her the music I've written - she's a hostile force.

This is right after I've been introduced to two unattractive gentlemen and asked to choose between them. "Neither" was not an accepted option, so I am now on the blacklist with this piano woman.

Finally, I've had enough. I start playing Scott Joplin's "The Entertainer" - and not perfectly, either, but just because I like playing the song.

She stops the audition and asks me to talk to an adjudicator on my way out.

Before this, I'm on my way to the audition room and I'm walking through a huge house, very clean and spacious. I see lions and antelopes and other huge beasts materializing before my eyes - some of them being ice sculptures, yet alive. At one point I say there are lions, but my sister says, "Lions? There are no lions," and gives me a significant look as if to say, "Don't tell this lion he's a lion!" I pick up on that and say, "Of course there are no lions, because there are no predators. Lions eat people." Then I catch a hurt expression in the lion's face, and I hastily add, "Except the good lions, of course."

Real-life parallels: I've been helping my 20-month-old nephew play the piano. He keeps trying to close the keyboard cover. I showed him how to sweep the keys with his palms and he's fascinated with trying to do that. My sister has repeatedly been correcting things I say in front of the child and ways I deal with the child - in a nice, toddler-friendly voice, of course.

(SIDE NOTE: I'VE OFFICIALLY BEEN INTO LUCID DREAMING FOR A YEAR NOW! )

Well, I've kind of been absent from this DJ for a while again, but hopefully this time I'll really for real be coming back. I keep on saying I'm coming back but then stuff comes up, I know

Anyway, last night I had a really vivid lucid dream, that, although not very epic, was rather interesting. For one thing, it's the first truly lucid dream I've had in a very long time...one where I actually stopped what I was doing and examined my environment, amazed at how realistic it was, but fully aware that it was all completely non-existent.

The dream began as a nightmare-ish experience. I was in my house, but everything was darker than is natural for just being night-time. I could hear screams and the sounds of what I knew would be hideous-looking beasts in the distance. Watching. Waiting. For me.

But then I looked down, and saw that I was not myself, either. I was one such creature, with leathery, tar-black skin, and a voice that mutated and sounded creepy when I spoke. Instantly I realized it was all just a dream, and I decided I would get the heck out of there before something attacked and woke me up. Besides, I didn't like being an ugly monster anyway . I walked up to the nearest wall and tried to phase through it. Having been a while since my last lucid dream, I didn't immediately have enough sense of dream control to move through, but eventually I managed to force my way through the wall and out to the other side, where I suddenly was caught up into a vortex and sucked away from the house into pitch blackness.

I wasn't waking up, however, and I knew it. I was simply moving to another, better place in the dream world. I watched as the leathery black skin peeled away, revealing my 'real' self beneath. My voice returned to normal as well. Next thing I know, I'm falling into a large gray box of a building, and it was basically empty to begin with. I tried creating a few things in it, but I was frustrated to find that I could barely control anything. Whatever I changed would erase itself and just fade away to the way it was before.

"What's going on here?" I asked myself.

My answer was approaching fast...literally. My sister flew up overhead, creating things to fill in the space around her as she went.

"Oh great!" I called out. "How'd I end up in your dream?"

She just laughed and kept on flying.

"I don't know, but have fun!"

I shook my head and began to fly off, wishing I had a totem like the one in Inception that I could use in other people's dreams. All of a sudden, though, I fell to the ground.

"What was that?" I asked my sister, who was still flying around.

"I just made a rule." She said. "To fly in my dream, you have to be in a sitting position."

"That's stupid! Why'd you do that?"

"If you're going to be in my dream, I might as well have fun with you."

"Yeah. Real funny."

I flew off (in a sitting position) and basically just explored the area and talked to the DC's in my sister's dream. It was interesting to carry on a conversation with DC's that weren't from my own subconscious. They spoke very differently than I'm used to having DC's speak, and often didn't make any sense to me at all.

In spite of minor annoyances it was an enjoyable night, overall. Plus I think I've got something going with MILD now, so hopefully my lucids should return to being much more frequent.

Snow Dragons:

I was in a quaint wood cabin. It was nice and colourful. I walked up some steps, to the front door, and went outside.
It was snowing, although the ground was only covered by a couple of inches.

In front of me, two small dragons were playing in the snow. I never got to see them properly, and sometimes they weren't dragons.
"Want to come to a place with really deep snow?" I asked.
They said yes.
"Get on my back, I don't want you to be uncomfortable" I said, knowing they were only young, and a long journey wouldn't be good for them.
One hopped on my back.
I looked to the left - there was a huge cliff wall, sparkling blue. It's hard to describe, but all I can say is that it was beautiful. I motioned that we should go up there, so we all started flying.
Up and up we rose, me carrying one dragon on my back, and the other flying by my side. As we flew up, one of the dragons started conjouring blue torches by the hundreds, the odd thing is they looked like Minecraft torches - they flew away from him and dropped to the ground. Then I awoke.

Zombie Corridor:

This dream is from another night. I typed out the dream in my journal, but forgot to post it. But I still remember what happened and I'm posting it now.

I was in a corridor, similar to the one pictured below, except whiter and a little wider:


Somehow I knew there were zombies about, lurking in each room, ready to devour me.
I stepped into a room, nervously - it was a child's room. In the corner sat a young girl, next to a baby's cot.
"Where's your Mummy and Daddy?" I asked.
She told me she had no parents, and she was alone and scared.
"Don't worry. If we make it out of here... I'll be your Daddy. It's OK, I'll protect you," I reassured her. I didn't want any harm to come to her.
Nervously, we walked back into the corridor, and I feared for my life.
Suddenly, the girl ran back to her room.
I quickly caught up with her.
"What are you doing?" I said.
"I was scared..." she mumbled.
I grabbed a knife, knowing I would need to defend myself if we saw any zombies. I spotted a bigger kitchen knife, and took that instead. I saw my acoustic guitar, and thought it would make a good shield, so I held it in my left hand.
"Let's go" I whispered.
We shuffled back into the corridor. On my right, a door was slightly ajar. I noticed a zombie crouching inside the room, its horrible eyes glaring at me.
Terrified, we kept walking, only to have another zombie jump out at us. I tried to defend myself, but behind me, the zombie from before was swinging a cleaver at the little girl. She was helping me fight the zombie in front.
"BEHIND YOU!" I said.
I tried to move, tried to parry the attacks, tried to swing my knife, but my arms moved as if they were swinging through thick mud.
Too slow.
Too late.

I awoke.
Like I said, "Zombie Corridor" happened a few days ago. Shame I didn't manage to post it then.
I thought it was a pretty memorable and scary dream.

I like to post some of my favorite dreams here, so I decided why not post this one! This is one of my old all-time favorites. :-)

"So this is where you live, little traveler?" Said the man I was with. I was a little embarrassed, but I answered yes. We stood in an empty parking lot. In the middle was a trailer fit for 15+ people.

"I need to run in and grab a shirt," I said. I walked in the small trailer. Scattered around were other T-shirts of my comrades, some passed some still alive. I found mine in one of the many shower stalls (the trailer was really just a large bathroom). I decided to take a quick shower while he waited.

I was bonding with this stranger fast.

The next day I was visiting the city with the man. The city was crowded and seemed like it was from eastern Europe. My phone rang, and I was quickly called into war. With reluctance I said good bye to my new friend as I ran to the shores of the city.

We were to fight this on the beach. The beach had deep blond sand, and beautiful ocean water lapped its shores. We were to take our places before the enemy came. I sat behind a large rock.

We didn't know if the enemy would be coming from the east or from the west. I scanned each horizon carefully. On a large mountain I saw dust rising up, and the sounds of thousands of heavy footsteps echoed in my ears.

I called out their position, and my troop readied itself. I was still safe behind my large rock. My friend crawled up to me and started talking. I told her she needed to take cover with me or else she would be killed. I shuddered when I imagined her dead body.

The fighting started and weapons whizzed through the air, exploding on contact.

During the war, a girl I don't know crawled up to me and started singing a lyrical remix of a song like 'I will Survive' but added to it things about peace and anti-war. She looked drugged.

"Damn woman has lost her mind!" Someone said from behind the crazy lady. She had brown straight hair, and shot her gun at the crazy lady. I was a little disappointed in this, I kind of like crazy people.

The war was nearing the end and I took a look on the battle field. Dead bodies were strewn across the innocent beach staining the sand to shades of red.

As if the war wasn't enough, I heard screams coming from the city. I ran to the city to see people running in every direction. What were they running from?

I quickly found out. There were policemen blocking off certain streets or escape ways, and they were not the 'good' policemen.

I ran with the people for a few minutes when I realized that I did not know where my new acquaintance was! Was he dead or alive?

I ascended a flight of black metal stairs with a group of other people. The mesh stairs led to a dark tunnel where we were momentarily trapped.

In the tunnel was a railroad track. A small single car train was passing through. As it came to the end of the tunnel it slowed to a halt. There was somebody in the train car bending the metal slowly...Suddenly, gun fire filled the scene as the man broke free of the restraints of the train. He was the Anti-Christ.

I was pretty pissed off now, hadn't I put him in his place last time? I followed the little bastard to a school. It wasn't hard; he reeked with negative energy. He immediately broke out into fight with the teachers, killing and acting with violence towards anyone who got in his way.

I had some back up. He looked a little older than me and had short pale blond hair with a gray hoodie on. I attacked the Anti but he retaliated and pushed me onto the floor.

He did NOT just push me into the floor! I ran into the classroom and hid behind the door. Inside the classroom was a lone teacher hiding under the desk. I picked up one of the metal desks and waited behind the door.

My partner in crime opened the door, and I almost hit him with the desk! He got the clue, and went back into the hallway where the massacre was taking place. The Anti was next to open the door to the classroom, and I wasted no time in bashing the desk into his brains. He fell to the ground, but I wasn't going to believe him to be dead yet.

I hit him one more time with the desk, and took out a knife. I pushed the knife into his stomach until blood gushed out. I separated ribs from each other and slit the throat while continuing to dismember the body. With a final blow, I shoved the knife into his heart.

I began picking up the body parts, and putting the chunks into a small jar.

My phone rang. At first I feared that it would be the Anti about to threaten me, but when I answered the phone I discovered that a friend that I barely knew was calling me. I knew him from online, and we rarely ever talked.

"You ok?" He said.

"No? Do you THINK I'm ok?" I said through tears and frustration. He said something else, then hung up on me. I raced home with the remains.

I frantically plugged in the hot glue gun. I kept seeing bright, completely blinding, flashes of light. With each flash of light came a moment of total confusion until I could regain the sense of where I was. I had little time to finish this up.

I glued together the seals of the jar. I would not let what happened last time happen again. I wrote in heavy ink, "DO NOT OPEN."

I left the jar in a lonely place undiscovered.


So, in short, i was fighting a bad man and got so mad that i hit him over the head with a desk then stabbed him about 37 times, dismembered his body and then put the chunks of him in a jar and super glued it shut. I'm totally sane.

I was scuba diving with my instructor on the face of a giant wall covered in coral & plants. A stingray appeared out of no where & was pretty amazing to watch as it undulated on its way up the wall. It attacked my instructor, but not with its tail. It had two big fangs/talons that came out of the top side & really messed him up. Then it attacked me. I tried to whip it with something & caught it on the "nose". Don't remember how this one resolved or if I just woke up.

Second dream I was in the backseat of a car that was parked with the break set. The car started rolling back, then moving forward. I grabbed the wheel & drove the car around the parking lot in a circle. Once I had circled a full revolution, I was back to where I'd been before but the parking lot was different. I realized this was a dream & decided to fly. While flying I remembered I had lost lucidity last time because I closed my eyes, so I tried to make sure my eyes were open WIDE. When I did this, I opened my eyes in bed & I was instantly awake. Bummer.

Missed dream signs:

- Did not remember how I got to the underwater wall/scuba diving site.
- Stingray was not anatomically correct.
- Can't whip things underwater.
- Cars can't move when the break is set.

The 1st dream I remember from last night was a nightmare. There were 4 dream characters: a retarded diabetic guy, a guy who looked like me & was making fun of the 1st guy by flapping his elbows up & down, the mystery girl in the bathtub, and the BAD GUY... I don't know if he was a vampire or the devil himself, but I knew he was the one who was "behind everything" & he gave off some nasty evil vibes. For some reason the diabetic guy was going into a hypoglycemic episode & couldn't even walk/feed himself, so I had to carry him to where we found some chocolate dates, which I stuffed into his mouth. Chocolate everywhere, while the guy who looked like me was flapping his arms in a very disturbing way, making fun of the very serious situation with this diabetic guy. Once he was okay, I realized there was a bathtub behind me with the curtain drawn. I heard the rings on the rod rattle and said, "Mother?" while I pulled back the curtain. Inside in a full tub was a girl. I woke up & was very disturbed by this dream. I had to turn the lights on to write it down & was hesitant to turn them off after that.

Next dream I only recall fragments of, but I think I had a false awakening & a moment of lucidity. In this dream *I* was the bad guy... I was a vampire or had some supernatural powers. I abducted a girl and flew off with her. A bunch of people flew after me to try to catch her. While I was flying my dream got VERY vivid, I could see the colors of the trees I flew over & even the pine needles themselves. I think at this point is where I was semi-lucid/lucid & my base male desires took over... I tried to have sex with the girl I'd abducted, but closed my eyes at some point & the dream faded. I THOUGHT I woke up, but I'm not sure... it may have been a false awakening, because I *really* woke up later on.

Lucidity: 7/10
Vividness: 6/10
Length: 20 Min.

I woke up and was looking at my bedroom door. I was completely lucid. And it was completely dark. Almost pitch black. Then someone came out of the shadows. It was a tall green cape with arms, legs, feet, etc. But NO head. That made me so scared. So while saying "no, no, no" a million times because I couldn't believe that I could have such a horrible nightmare.( I also tried to scream but nothing came out.) Got up. When I did I thought about it and he wasn't very scary. I imagined a piece of cloth on his head. And there was. Also that he had no means to hurt me. We shook hands and greeted each other. Then I was in a court yard and I was talking to some black guy. I can't remember what he said, but then someone else came in. Then we fought for some reason. While I was fighting I thought "wow, it's really dark here" and it was. It was creepy. For some reason I had a book or something and didn't want anyone to touch it. And of course he tried to touch it. Everyone did. By now I wanted to wake up, but decided I might be able to make it a better dream. So every once and a while someone would try to touch the book and I tried to stop them. Then someone did. I thought that the book would warp people to a different dimension. And it did. Then I went into that dimension. When I did I immediately looked around. I was on a long road. With weird things on the ceilings. And I was in a desert. Then someone said "look we already changed the store" or something like that, showing the store. Then it went back to my perspective. When it did I said "wow, this dream sucks" and stuff. Then I was on a field fighting over that damn book again. Sahara Winder fell over and looked hot. She was wearing sweat pants. So I went down to her and stuck my tongue up her ass. It didn't taste like anything and I didn't think about what was on it because I was dreaming. It felt exactly like one. The End.

Date: Thursday, May 13, 2010 9:07:38 AM PDT
Important: No

Survival
Something to do with the nightmare on elm street movie.
I see a picture of myself standing by a table and writing something
I'm in a semi dark room
No Im not writing but ringing someone
I fear for my life