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November 23

The first part of the dream that I can remember started in a bathroom. I was walking into this filthy restroom that was littered with wet paper towels. Everything was damp from god knows what, and although I do not recall the smell, I can imagine that a horrible stench hung in the air. A few other people were with me, but I can't remember who that may have been at this point in the dream. I think that the reason that I was there was because I had to pee (which is interesting, because when I woke up from that dream, I had an overwhelming urge to pee.) and needed to find a suitable place.

This restroom was so disgusting that I decided not to use it. As I turned around, I noticed a table with a black backpack on it. Now at this point I know that there were other people with me, yet I can only remember two of them. One was named Joel and the other was Sam. As I opened the backpack and began looking through, the room I was in changed.

The restroom became a large room, about 50 feet by 50 feet. The floor was literally covered in a layer of discarded clothing. The table still stood, and directly to my right, there was a large wall made of ceiling to floor windows with a door in the middle. People began to come through the door. They were some of Sam's friends. This is when I learned that I was inside of Sam's house.

I continued going through the bag when someone pushed me down to the clothe covered floor. He told me that they were making everyone leave, and to see what was in the bag, I would have to hide. We began covering ourselves in the clothing that surrounded us in an attempt to conceal ourselves from everyone else. When they left, we got up and went back to the table. At this point Joel tried to stop me from going through the backpack, because he thought it was unethical. I brushed him off and kept looking anyways. Inside i found a school issue, yellow TI-84 calculator with the "school property" writing scratched off. I began telling everyone what I found and that this bag potentially belonged to a thief. This is as far a I can remember in that dream. Odd one, it was..

4/26/2011
I woke up laying in my bed and Jordan walks into my room and stops at the foot of my bed. Then I ask her, "Jordan, can I have a hug?" She kind of laughed unexpectedly, and said "Sure." So I got up, took off the blanket, and gave her a hug. Then I ended up picking her up and falling into my lounge chair, and she started laughing and telling me to stop, playfully. But I let go of her waist and she still acted as if I was holding on. She didn't get up until I told her to. And then someone, it must have been an administrator from my school because Kourtney(I didn't see her face and she disappeared right after)gave him something for the school. And then I got a little book to give to him too, and he rejected it and told me to keep it. After that there's a gap in the dream, but I must have asked Jordan something bad, because she said, "How could you ruin this house of God?" And then it got blurry and started to fade, I think she said, " We'll see" sometime after that." It trails off from there.

I'm emptying my bladder, and seem to miss the toilet a lot <_< Just then, a commercial for a toothbrush appears. As it says, the tooth brush comes in a pack of two tooth brushes, has some laser additions, and it costs 599 Euros (or something like that). I come to a store which sells it. I have 515 euros with me and am talking to the cashier, and she takes the 515 euros thinking I want to buy the toothbrush. I am explaining her I don't.

Suddenly, I hear an annoying nose. Oh, right, it's my alarm... I wanna WILD. I check the time, 5:30. Okay. Oh, yeah, I dreamt something (I remember the dream). Cool, so I'm in my REM phase! This might work.

(I go to the bathroom and then drink some water. I go to bet then, trying to not move and WILD. However, I am just too tired and I fall asleep again)

Suddenly, I'm in my school with a girl from my class next to me. We are on the left side of a hall. We race to the other side and we are really close, but I still have the upper hand (Which wasn't really realistic, since she's the fastest girl in the grade). On different stages of the hall, if I remember clearly, there were rings you should pass. I open the door at the end and win. I can't really know if there was anyone in that classroom, but whatever. In a flash, I'm on my language class and I ask my teacher if I can leave it since I have another race in five minutes. She seems a bit hestitant, but still lets me. I run to the side of the hall where I had the first race and see a few friends (I think there were three, but only recognized two). I run to the starting line and barely make it. I start later, and even if I run as fast as I can, I can't get close to the other race participants.

At this point, I can't remember if my dream finished or my mum called me to go to school, but I know the second race wasn't finished. And if I was more motivated, I could've used this REM time to do stuff, but, as it seems, I just didn't have the willpower. I must train it

I also don't know if this was everything of the dreams, it might've been a fragment, but I don't remember anything else.

My first dream was about a family reunion i was just sitting when this baby (i actually thought he was my cousin of some sort) started playing with me.

The other dream was about the restaurant again. I dreamed we were talking about this customer that comes everyday to drink coke and eat a burger. I remember that they ask'd me what is she like. I then told them that she smells like shit and old vagina.
And when i look back she was there kinda felt bad and woke up.

Okay, I had a dream today, just before I woke up. At first, I didn't know I dreamt anything, but then something made me remember it.

It is vastly unclear, but I remember there were some plates or sticks with something on them and me and someone else were discussing them. I also remember, that, after that, I was travelling (probably) by a car through a grassy field to somewhere. As far as I remember, there was a black-haired girl in my dream too...

Well, that's all, I don't remember much...

10-12-11

#ignore the asterisks

#anything in parenthesis are my thoughts after waking while recalling the dream. If there's colored text inside the parenthesis, it's my thought's during my dream.

Earlier. Around 4ish.
(After waking up, and doing couple of things, I went back upstairs.)
mantra:I will lucid dream, I'll do reality checks.
sn: I'm not too sure if I had a lucid. I'm thinking it might have been a false, but who knows?



I get stuck in Sleep Paralysis. Then I force myself out of it. I am in a car with Eric. Outside Stop&Shop? I think I remember standing...somewhere on the right side entrance. Really not sure what I was doing there.

Then I'm at the house. Outside near the wooden fence. Aside from the "JESUS" on the fence, there also seems to be a whole bunch of other writing as well. (I want to compare it to something from one of the assassin creeds, but I don't remember which one) I try to change some of it. And it works. Then I stabilize the dream. By rubbing my hands together. I don't remember what I did after this though.

10.23.2011
Coming from an earlier dream, I am with a couple very young friends, running through a muddy pond-sized puddle. I avoid some deep spots to make sure I don’t wind up drowning myself, since I can’t swim, and run through shallow waters with the group to join a group of unfamiliar older adults on a lawn on the other side. I suspect they are of some relation to me, but I don’t actually know any of them.

Lead by a tall man among them, they are reciting some long historic quote which I recognize but haven’t memorized. When they’ve finished I walk around a bit and overhear someone asking another how to install Linux on their computer – they ask, “do you have to use a CD?” I can answer their question, but I feel like I need to drive somewhere. After thinking about it a moment, I choose not to interject into his conversation, and hop in a silver mini-SUV and drive off the lawn, down a driveway that has appeared where the pond was earlier.

I stop at the road (also replacing the aforementioned pond), still able to hear the would-be Linuxer’s questions. I think about driving off like I’d planned to, then I throw the car in reverse, hop out, and push the car by its hood backward to the group of people, intent on helping out. (Somehow I’m able to drive the car without operating the steering wheel, but I think nothing of it.)

When I arrive back at the group, I push the car away and find that they’ve all gone silent. One elderly man, an ex-sailor possibly a veteran of military service, stands from his lawn chair and approaches me, and begins reading a script. It reads like a funeral speech, or something you’d hear on Memorial Day. The man’s son was killed/died early in his young life, and the group gathered every year to remember him. However, the man began directing the speech at me, going off the script to tell everyone that I am dishonouring his memory, “standing there looking all cool, wearing the shoes he could have worn.”

His words were painful for both of us, but the sadness and guilt I was feeling was quickly replaced with anger. I became thoroughly pissed and pulled off my sunglasses, disgusted that he was publicly blaming me for his son’s death. He continued to rant, both of us standing there face-to-face with no more than three feet between us, and I could feel the situation about to escalate. He pulled out an oversized handgun, loading it with a single shotgun shell. Someone came up from behind me and tried to talk him down, as did I, but to no avail. I tried to get closer to him with a kind of diagonal sidestep in the hopes of disarming him, while making it difficult for him to aim at me, but I wound up twirling as I moved. Obviously, I start to freak out because I’m moving much more slowly than I’d intended to, and am expecting to feel a bullet break my skin. However, the ex-sailor appears to have turned into a short dark-skinned boy and is having trouble figuring out how to operate the gun. Since I can’t run, I twirl a couple more times, and someone manages to stop him – I don’t see how exactly.

I find myself on the road in the silver mini-SUV, and I’m barreling down the road. I am on the phone with the boy that saved my life, and I excitedly laugh that the scene I’d just witnessed reminded me of the movie Donnie Darko. I ask the boy on the phone if he’s seen Donnie Darko, and explain the comparison: if I hadn’t started down the driveway in the SUV, then returned to try answering the Linux guy’s question, I might not have survived – it made sense in the dream. He agrees with a laugh, and the dream ends.


Earlier dream fragments:
I am with Chelsea listening to an old woman talking. She is switching between French and English, with a heavy Mexican accent to all her words. I interpret the French words for Chelsea where I recognize them.

I’m on a train which is driving on the freeway, high above a big city, and the door next to me is open to allow me a clear line of sight to the people driving cars next to us. One person is driving what appears to be a blue-coloured variation of the Dalek suit from Doctor Who, and I call it a TARDIS (without realizing my mistake). I’m incredibly entertained by seeing this as a functioning vehicle.

10.20.2011/Non-Lucid
I dreamed I was joining the US Air Force. I was in a room with a lot of strangers, almost like a kind of waiting room for a train station, about to leave for either training or some kind of active combat. I was wearing a green uniform and looking at my military ID card in my wallet when I realized I didn't want to do this - I was doing it to impress a girl, I think. I started to reverse my dream, watching earlier sequences go in reverse like a movie being played backwards. I wasn't aware it was a dream, I just knew I could undo my life at that point. I stopped just before applying for the Air Force, and I don't remember doing anything besides before the dream ended.

10.17.2011
I am in an unfamiliar house with many other people. It's clearly some kind of social gathering for older adults, with whom I somehow blend in. While mingling I come across the host, a black man in a white robe who looks like Morgan Freeman, but younger. He is addressing the whole room and although I don't hear all his words, I realize he's about to go around the room asking what everyone's spiritual beliefs are, and it becomes apparent that it is a move to single me out as the only non-believer in the room.

Of course, he goes straight to me and places his hands on my shoulder, smiling wordlessly, expecting me to profess my beliefs. I tell him uncomfortably that I'm atheist, which leads the whole room to let out an awkward laugh. The host turns to the crowd gathered around us and mentions that I am in need of saving and that I need to accept their God, clearly assuming I'd simply not been exposed to it. I correct him in his assumption and say, "I was born Catholic, raised Christian, and chose to be an agnostic atheist." This was more disturbing to them, which produced an even more awkward laugh. I laugh myself, feeling less uncomfortable than before, and am left alone.

Dream #1 - Semi-Lucid

This is a weird one. I was playing air hockey with my friend in an arcade - it was empty with the exception of the both of us. Suddenly, my friend turned into a hockey puck - the puck was red and it had my friend trapped inside of it. Two more pucks also appeared - one of my dad and one of my sister. At this point I remembered to do an RC for the first time in my life, and upon checking how many fingers I had and whether I could poke my finger through my hand, I thought that I might have been in a dream. Then, an evil puck appeared, and started slamming against the pucks with my friend, dad and sister in them. I grabbed the hockey stick thing and bashed it into the goal. Overcome by excitement that I might be lucid, I tried to summon a guitar to play, but it didn't work, and that's as much of the dream as I can remember. However, there is a twist - I probably wasn't actually lucid - I think that I was dreaming that I had a lucid dream. Otherwise the dream would have been clearer and i would have been more conscious...this dream felt duller and dimmer than most of my non-lucids.

Dream #2 - Non-Lucid

I was in a beautiful garden, with the same friend I was with in the earlier dream. The whole garden centred around a huge tree, with overhanging branches. There were round wooden tables dotted across the garden. The grass carpeted everything, including sets of stairs. There were white arches rising from the ground. My friend and I sat on one of the benches when someone passing through the garden told us that a "Lucidity Teacher" was coming soon. We waited, until he turned up. He took the appearance of Mad-Eye Moody, which was fairly unnerving. He started telling us about lucid dreaming but before we could continue, he went off on a tangent about a school musical he did when he was a kid. Before I knew it, I was backstage before the final song of the very musical he was telling us about. We marched on the stage and sang a song called "Gedanken sind frei" a traditional German song about freedom of thought, which became popular in the GDR as a message of peace and a demonstration against oppression. The performance took place on the stage at my school. Some people in the crowd were very drunk, and there were fights breaking out in the audience. After the performance, all 30 of us ended up in the bathrooms, because our teachers had rounded us up to talk to us. Suddenly, two of our (female) teachers randomly decided to take their clothes off. They ended up being yelled at by another teacher who came into the bathrooms to see what was going on. Then, everyone except for me filed out of the bathroom. I was left on my own. I went into a cubicle, and when I came out after a minute or two, there was a whole maze of toilet cubicles all over the bathroom, and there were some toilets just attached to the walls. Then the dream faded.


From this we can conclude that I have the weirdest freaking mind, and that it is shocking that I couldn't tell it was a dream!

Non-Lucid throughout the entirety of the dream.

Dream starts with me having a guitar jam with Guthrie Govan, one of my favourite guitarists. My parents then drive up to the street in which we're playing and tell me that I need to get in the car because we're going to a friend's house for a pool party. It is a long drive so I fall asleep in the car on the way there.

I wake up at my friend's house, get out of the car and head into the garden, where both the pool and all of the people are.
Everyone is asleep. The sunbeds are at the bottom of the pool, and people are sleeping normally there. The pool has overflowed to an extent that the whole surrounding area is a metre underwater, yet everyone can still breathe. I carefully look around, before wading around the flooded edges , where around ten of my friends are all sleeping underwater. I glance into the clear depths of the pool to see my uncle. He is swimming breaststroke, completely naked. He keeps swimming in circles, never looking up.

At this point, I wake up in my own bed. I look around my room, to see that it is fairly well-lit. There is an oscillating white fan suspended from the ceiling, towards the back of my room. My cupboard is wide open, and tens of small mechanical aeroplanes are peeking out from the shelves within. They are made of silvery metal and are of varying shape. Some of them are even on top of the cupboard. When the fan turns towards them, it blows air past their propellers, making them rotate rapidly. It looks as if they are flying. When the fan moves away, the propellers stop. Suddenly two of the planes fly towards me - slowly, not aggressively. I catch them, and try to see if I can make them fly too, so I throw them back towards the cupboard and the rest of the planes. They both crash gently on the floor, and then I wake up for real.

Very strange and vivid dream - I was eased into this dream with the help of binaural beats (I was testing them out to see if they worked for me, which they seemed to). It says a lot about my awareness that I didn't even realise it was a dream XD.

Comments are welcome - I am new to this so if you have advice please share it with me

10.13.2011
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I find myself in a bar almost identical to the college commons. I overhear two guys talking about how they'd like to get dates for the night. They're clearly nervous at the thought of talking to a woman, and I tactfully let them know as I pass by: "Sorry to tell you guys this but you're beta as fuck!"

I give them a little peptalk and offer to show them how it's done. There's a lady in a blue and white dress standing somewhere nearby. I call out to the bartender to get a drink for her, and two for me. The bar suddenly appears populated, and the bartender (also a lady in a blue/white dress) brings me a tall glass, filling it in front of me. I thank her and join the others at the bar.

When I sit myself down I find Chelsea is seated next to me with a drink of vodka, and she appears to be enjoying it/my company. I am surprised to find that my own drink tastes really good, and I find myself successful in showing the others how a gentleman handles himself. Her wonderful smile stays with me as I wake up from the dream, and put me in a great mood to start the day with.


I don't know what it is with Chelsea and vodka, and she doesn't know either! XD BTW In case it wasn't clear, my dream-self didn't determine if the girl I'd bought the drink for was actually Chelsea, but it seems to make sense since she isn't a drinker and would be unlikely to have one in her hand had I not ordered it for her.

I also recall having a short lucid dream earlier in the morning, but it is of an embarrassing nature, so I'll simply say it happened and leave it at that. To protect the innocent, shall we say.

10.11.2011
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm on a field trip with Chelsea. We're at some outdoor event, like a carnival but with shops. Chelsea is sitting at a table much like an outdoor cafeteria and says she would like some vodka fries. Yes, vodka fries. I disappear from the group to peruse the shops and after several weird reactions from shop owners, I found a shop selling a bag of vodka fries. When I brough it back to her, I wouldn't let her have any, prompting her to chase me around before getting any.

She didn't get any vodka fries before I woke up. =P

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My first attempt at dream recall was successful! I only remember fragments, but that's better than nothing!



With two cars on my tail, I sped through three lanes of oncoming traffic, driving like a madman in attempts to lose my tail. My point of view was positioned over the front passenger window of the car, it looked like I was driving some sort of classic muscle car. The car was an ugly brown colour, but for some reason it was covered in a bright blue sheen, like blue lights were reflecting off the car at all angles. This looked similar to an effect in a video game I was playing, Driver: San Francisco.