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    1. Nasty cats/sleep paralysis/real life smells permeated my dream world/spaceship

      by , 02-10-2017 at 08:02 PM
      Saturday D1: This was quite a new sensation where dreams are concerned for me where smells from my real life carried over into my dream. I was asleep in a dark house. I don't remember being asleep in a dream before either. I could smell this God awful smell that I recently have been smelling every day in waking life which will make sense in a moment. It was a cat but not Meesha who always smell lovely. She is always exceptional clean for a cat because she is constantly grooming herself, lol. For a person w/ allergies that is quite a bonus! I get up from my own bed in the dream & go after it & I see a silhouette of a man step out from behind a doorway. I was lucid from the get go because of the smell. 2 cats, one black & one gray & white have been coming into my house IRL through Meesha's cat door & have been eating her food. They both smell like this smell & I can tell they are actually in my house while I'm asleep. It's overwhelming that this smell is is triggering lucidity in my dream. I open my eyes IRL & I'm in fucking sleep paralysis. The smell is way worse now because my fan is on in my room. Meesha's cat tree is right outside of my bedroom door where her food dishes are & my fan in across from her tree aiming in my room. I need lots of air when I sleep. We actually have 2 of these oscillating fans on at night. I'm pissed off that the cats have come in & I can't move. I want to wake up Mike but he doesn't get much sleep as it is & I can't move anyway. I can see a cat from my bed & I decide to just relax & wait it out. As soon as I did this I was able to get up & ran like the house was on fire. I start screaming at the cat & my voice was low & guttural like I was possessed. I chase it out the back door. I can't believe Meesha didn't see this cat cuz she was on the top of her tree. She looked at me like I was crazy & Mike didn't even stir at all.

      D2: I fell back into that damn dream w/ the stupid dark house again! I'm of course lucid again cuz that ominous smell is still in my house & in my dream. Now the house is occupied by an old woman who has a crazy amount of cats! That smell is dominating the dream because it's so pungent so everything that's going on is like white noise or back ground noise. I just know that one of those stupid cats has come in again! I need to wake up so I just do. And then like in a movie everything happens very fast. I sit up & Meesha is jumping down off her cat tree & is giving chase so I jump out of bed & cheer her on! I don't know how Mike could sleep through all of this. I remembered what time it was the first time which around 6 & this second male came at 7. The first was the black & the second was the gray in white. Both males. I don't know where they live but this smell was unlike anything I've ever encountered. I'm guessing they are holed up somewhere that isn't a house occupied by people. I now have a pattern of time to work w/ which is good. I haven't had them come back since though except Mike said he ran one off when he got up after all of this a couple of hrs later & had run one off. Hopefully we have made a strong impression or else I'm going to save up to buy a motion detector light for the back porch to deter them.

      D3: For fuck sake I'm back in this stupid house again! So now I get to be lucid again whether I like or not. But the world has gone to total shit & Mike & I need to get our shit & get out of this house & to safety so in some weird way I'm just happy I don't smell nasty cats! I'm welcoming whatever difference this dream has in store for me & I can't think of another scenario right now because I've had a rough night already. I do get to change the stupid house by making it more a residential house though which was nice it though it was temporary. I tell Mike we should put Meesha cat in her carrier cuz it has a shoulder strap. Best one I ever bought! She goes right in which is actually funny because IRL we are contemplating how to trick her into getting in it to go to the vet, lol. I know why I'm having this dream so it's almost a practice run since my country (US) is going to shit. It doesn't look like in the movies that's for sure. I think, oh fuck I forgot my fixodent which is now in my real life "go bag". We are outside & someone hands me a set of dentures that feels weird but then is okay. That was weird. We are walking along & there are all kinds of ppl now including witches & vampires which I chuckle at cuz the book I'm reading has them in it. We are all being hearded onto a ship. It's really big! It's a spacecraft of some kind. I'm in awe because I'm thinking I understand all of this. Recently IRL Mike & I saw one & have been talking w/ ppl from MUFON. How crazy is that?! We are scrambling to find our quarters & the ship is under fire. This dream all happened at a very fast pace! Protocols are being yelled at everyone & the whole dream just starts spinning out of control & I wake up.
    2. Fight to the death... against penguins

      by , 06-14-2014 at 12:17 AM (My Lucid Dreams)
      A lucid dream from 2 nights ago.
      In my opinion I had the perfect amount of control over the dream: not god-like, but enough to do some awesome stuff.
      Also before you read the dream, I just want to let you know that I'm not a murderous d*ckead IRL. I'm actually really loving and peaceful

      Lucidity: 7.5/10
      Control: 7/10
      Vivacity: 8/10

      I'll skip the first part of the dream: it was just a normal day at school.
      I'm walking back home from school in the streets of my hometown, back in France. I take a right on a narrow street when I realize that I forgot my bike. I find it on the corner of a street, attached to a pole. As I take my keys out and unlock my bike, I notice that the sun is especially big today; it's got these solar storm kinda things on it. There are also a bunch of shooting stars spelling my last name in the sky (lol).

      i remembered-619px-ultraviolet_sun.jpg

      I check reality without really but it doesn't work. My mom is waiting for me at a door just at my left. I enter the small apartment in which my whole family is eating dinner on a small table. I look through the window, curious about what is going on in the sky. My mom looks worried about it and I understand that she thinks the sun' radiations might overwhelm the Earth's magnetic field and kill us all. As I think about this, a star explodes in a supernova way too close to the Earth.
      I know that the explosion will eventually hit the Earth and I start getting seriously worried, until I Check reality a Second time.
      HOT DAMN THAT SCARED ME.
      I take a few seconds to look at my hand a little more closely. Even though I only have four fingers, my hand still looks normal... weird.
      I step outside rubbing my hands together and take a look at the sky again: I don't get many of these.
      I look around for something to do, and fly up to a flat roof. I want to summon a beast.
      I do the naruto hand signs, without really knowing who I want to summon. I slap my hand on the floor, and even though I can see the ink writings appear on the ground, no one appears.

      i remembered-summoning_technique.jpg

      Assuming it's because I didn't know what I wanted, I take a few seconds to stabilize the dream even more. There's a forest at my left and the sun is back to normal; it's shining in front of me. I take a few steps on the roof and turn around. This time, I got a good Idea of who I want to summon: the Nine Tails from Naruto (... I've been reading a lot of manga with the current Florida weather).

      i remembered-kyuubi.jpg

      I quickly do the hand signs and punch my right hand to the ground... The ink writings progress from under my hand to form a cool symbol on the ground. I start to doubt myself after two seconds, but then I get propelled upwards by a crazy force. When I get my balance back I find myself standing on the giant beast, my feet digging into its dark orange fur. I run a few meters on its back, and front flip off of it. As I find my self upside down, time slows down to let me admire the beast's humongous face. He's growling, his red eyes looking straight at me. I finish my flip with a 180 right before I hit the floor.
      Ok, now what?
      I'm just standing here looking at this beast, I don't really know what to do with him. I decide to set him free and I jump off the roof onto the empty, narrow road. The place reminds me of where the cinema was at in my hometown.
      I walk around a little bit, until I notice a video game inside a store's "display window".
      A girl walks up to me and explains that she is the one who created the game.
      The game's goals is to escape killer penguins by jumping into portals. I visualize the game, and when I snap out of it, I'm in a workshop, surrounded by these killer penguins. The ceiling is really high, and lots of penguins are standing on small cornices made out of the minecraft element "Iron".
      The penguins rush at me from all sides.
      I push my hands to my sides, using telekinesis to hold them back. I quickly release the tension in my arms and push again even harder, sending the first layer of penguins flying back. I notice that the ceiling is slowly moving down. It's a trap that the penguins set for me.
      F*cking hell.
      I try to use telekinesis on the ceiling as well, but I have to retain it with my right fist (I hurt my wrist IRL and I can't bend it).
      It's not enough. I have to use both of my arms to hold it, and even then the ceiling is still advancing down.
      I have an idea.
      I push up with all my strength, sending the ceiling up a few centimeters. As the ceiling falls back down, I quickly do the hand signs from earlier, and slap my hand down on the ground, summoning the Titan form of Eren from Shingeki no Kyojin.

      i remembered-eren_titan.jpg

      Somehow Eren gets rid of the ceiling (?), and I'm able to fly up in the air somewhat quickly. As I fly up, I raise my hands at the same height as my hips, my palms facing out. I use telekinesis to take down all the penguins on the cornices.

      I land on on of the cornices. I look around and notice that there are some "coins" around me, forming different paths. I jump back down, collecting all the coins in the air like in a video game. When I land on the ground, all the penguins have disappeared, along with Eren.
      There's a girl from one of my classes from school. I walk up to her and ask for any item. She pulls a piece of cake out of her bra (lol). I thank her and grab her boob, then walk away. The cake's got a brown crust but's its yellowish inside. I take my first bite. It's the first time I ever eat something in a dream... to be honest I was expecting a little more. I mean it tastes good but it could be much better.

      I walk into another room, where there are lots of cutting machines and all that. It also appears to be a store. There are a few people walking around. I use telekinesis to push a few products onto the ground, triggering a guy's anger. I look at him for a second.
      My fight from earlier made me feel real powerful.
      For my defense, I was very lucid and knew nothing was real.
      There's a guy in a weird plastic suit testing a machine. I hold my left hand to my side, palm up. I look at the guy in the suit and close my hand. His suit starts to condense rapidly, crushing the guy in it, who stops moving.
      There's a cutting machine with a big blade attached to it (~1 meter in diameter). I use telekinesis to make the blade spin really fast, and then detach it from the machine.
      The blade it levitating, I have small control over it. I clumsily move it toward a guy who's cutting wood, and the blade cuts straight through his arm. I can see that he's pretty horrified, and I decide to let him live. I move the blade to the left, but it's slowly hovering towards me. I bend backwards but the blade keeps moving and cuts deep inside my chest. I jerk my arms forwards and the blade shoots into a glass door and falls to the ground.
      Surprisingly, I'm not feeling any pain. I am waking up though, and I am too slow to stabilize the dream.
      I wake up.

      Updated 07-10-2014 at 11:34 AM by 57825

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    3. The Titan Kind

      by , 03-04-2014 at 04:07 AM (My Lucid Dreams)
      ... So I haven't posted there for a while.
      I don't feel like writing but I still want to post a dream, so here's one that I already wrote on my computer long ago.
      This is a little out-dated, and it is the beginning of a serie(ish) of lucid dreams that I got after it so when I look back I feel a little foolish.

      Also, this is a DEILD from another interesting lucid in the same place.
      After it, I DEILDed again - the Titans had taken over the world (or the general territory) and destroyed part of the city.


      I DEILDed from a lucid dream in the same landscape.
      I'm in that square piece of grass, surrounded by some greek-like "pillars" that are really just there for decoration.
      I randomly try a cork out (flipping/twisting kick), remembering part of the right technique (foot placement). I fail twice, but make it the third time. *Would that be the same IRL?* (I can do it IRL now ). I try to recall some of the goals I had, and because I already procrastinated the "Epic Titan fight" in the dream before, I decide to go ahead and try that out.

      "Titans !!", I scream.

      I'm trying to look freaked out, just like I did in the "Zombi break out" dream. It takes a bit more time than I expected, but eventually a huge, baby-like giant (about as tall as a big tree - 3 to 4 floors) runs out of the forest, followed by others Titans of slightly different height.
      I decide to wait until they get to the city, and when they do, I fly to one of them, use the AoT maneuvreur gear to swing past his neck, and cut right through the nape of it (the neck ).
      I get back on the ground and, fearing that I might not be able to fly as easily as I'd like, try to use the gear again.
      Doesn't work. Well, whatever, I'll just use the traditional way.
      I put my hands in front of me and push in the air, and I use telekinesis to fight the monsters. It does not work at all at first, but then I take the "control disk" (really gotta find a name for it someday) and it does the work better. Still, my control isn't as huge as what I could get it, but the guy is so massive, it would require a lot of control to throw him away.
      I keep on fighting for about 15 minutes (mostly flying and maneuvreuring through the Titans), until I realize that a guy that should be dead isn't.

      "Yeah you have to cut me twice", he says.

      Sure, I could have used two swords, but for some weird reason I freak out, and after realizing that there is more like him, I get the heck away to the square of grass, where I feel the dream fading away.
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      lucid , memorable
    4. south america map; eating medals; girls' race; food before hike; no sex in loft; girl's movements

      by , 12-09-2011 at 03:27 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I was walking with a couple "friends" through a large area like a mix between a museum and an airport. The floors were grey. There was at least one balcony overhead. The light was a watery-white fluorescent.

      One of my friends was a woman. She going to take a trip somewhere in South America. It was somehow like I had gotten her interested in this trip, or like I had gotten her involved with some organization that had put her on this trip.

      The woman was kind of worried about how the trip was going to turn out. She didn't even know exactly where she was going in South America. But she didn't want to be so far away from the equator that she was always cold, and she didn't want to be in such a small town that there was never anything to do.

      I told the woman that we would look at a map of South America. If she told me enough about the place she was going, I could probably figure out where it was on the map.

      I now saw that the big area we were in had a gigantic map of South America. The map stood upright. It was maybe twenty meters tall. It was shaded to match the land forms and vegetation areas of South America. It may have been three-dimensional as well. On the floor, perpendicular to the map, was a long platform-like base with words on it.

      I pointed through the moderate crowd up toward the map of South America. I could almost imagine myself driving along some of the roads in South America.

      The woman must have been telling me about the place, because I was gettng a distinct impression that she was going to ----- (? - Chile, or Argentina?). I told the woman she didn't have to worry, that she would be going to a very warm place.

      But now we were walking up toward a whole new map. I don't know what happened to the previous map. But we'd never gotten very close to it. But now we were getting up much closer to the second tall map.

      The second map may have been larger than the first map as well. For some reason, I was afraid to be so close. The map was all blue. The ocean surrounding South America was a dark blue. South America was a pale blue or turquoise.

      One city near the northeast end of South America began blinking. But the woman then told me the name of the city where she would be: "Las Ne-----." That city started blinking, just a little to the southwest of the very center of South America.

      I knew that this city was in Brazil. The city was small, and the winters got very cold there. The woman would be miserable. But this is where she'd been assigned to go. And I'd gotten her into this whole thing in the first place! I felt terrible. But I still tried to convince myself that maybe she'd end up liking it.

      I looked over to my friend. She was now TB, a male co-worker from a couple jobs back, who IWL comes from Brazil.

      Dream #2

      I was riding a bike through a suburban park, along a concrete path. It was a sunny day. I was all alone, but I may possibly have felt like I was a part of some race.

      I rode across a lawn, which was flat at first, then rolled down a small slope. As I went down the slope there was a small building about fifty meters ahead of me and off to my left. I headed for another concrete path at the bottom of the slope.

      Closer to the path was a small tree, kind of like a pine tree. But its limbs and branches were rather barren of needles. The branches were also dotted with a strange kind of fruit.

      The meat of the fruit was yellow, but very small. It was dotted with seeds, like a strawberry is. But the seeds had either grown so big or ingested so much of the fruit's meat, that they were huge, taking up more space now than the meat of the fruit did. The seeds were shaped like coffee beans. There were also brownish pine-needles sticking out of the fruit.

      As I got down toward the concrete path, a young woman came biking up the slope toward me. I figured she was gay (a shallow assumption) because she was overweight, wore a boyish t-shirt and khaki shorts, and had a boyish haircut of curly, brown hair.

      I knew that this woman was in a race. I figured it was probably the race I was also in. I didn't seem too concerned about the race, though.

      I was now eating as I was riding. Maybe I was eating something like beef jerky or fruit roll-ups. I remember I was chewing like crazy, almost like a wild, angry animal.

      I pulled a small, narrow paper back out into my field of view. I pulled two small pins out of the bag. They were backed with brass and fronted with some kind of multi-colored, glass or porcelain design. They were medals for races I'd won.

      I may have been stopped and standing or sitting on the lawn by this point. I may possibly have popped one or both of the medals in my mouth, as if I were going to eat them. But I suddenly realized that you don't eat medals. You save them. I was really hungry. But I put the medals back in the bag.

      Dream #3

      I was inside some kind of structure with a lot of people. The structure -- I'm guessing -- was a tent made out of tarp-like material, like you see for big picnics or for large booths during summertime festivals. The walls were all pulled down, though, so that the sunlight coming through them was a dim, dusty amber.

      I was in the midst of the crowd, talking with two little Asian girls. They were maybe five years old. They were good friends. They both had short hair, cut about jaw-length.

      The two girls were now being called away, maybe by one girl's dad, who may have been a tall, kind of skinny, white man. The girls had to go get ready for a running race.

      I now stood in another area. I looked up to my right. There was a doorway in the wall of the tarp. From that doorway, a plastic-boarded running-track was laid out through the center of the structure. It was bordered on either side by some kind of barrier -- maybe a jumble of stretch-tape barriers, steel-gate barriers, and plastic net barriers.

      Everybody milled around on either side of this race track, kind of half-anticipating the start of the race. I may have looked up through the doorway to see the girls. They were in their starting positions, which were actually a few meters outside the doorway.

      I was now back a ways from the track. The race started. Two girls may have run into the structure. But I didn't know one of the girls. The other girl was one of the friends. But she now seemed much younger than the other friend I'd been talking to. And she didn't know how to stay in her own lane. She was veering far to the left.

      The race may have been stopped, due to the lack of focus by its two participants. Or it may have continued, though nobody really cared about it anymore.

      But I wondered what happened to the other girl I'd been talking to. I may have looked (maybe only in my mind's eye) up through the doorway again. I may have come to the conclusion that thing had been so confusing at the start of the race that the girl had tripped and fallen.

      I was sad that the girl had fallen. Everybody knew she was the favorite to win the race. I thought they might even start the race all over again for her sake. But maybe they wouldn't. That might not be fair.

      I then thought that maybe I had caused the girl to fall. Maybe, while I'd been talking to the two little girls, I'd caused the older little girl to become so sexually attracted to me that she was distracted, and so she'd messed up her footing at the beginning of the race.

      Dream #4

      I was sitting in a seating area of a small deli with my friend MG, a Swedish guy I'd worked with on an Americorps program in New York.

      We were going on some hike somewhere. We'd stopped at this deli to pick up some stuff before we left. But then we'd decided to sit here for a while before we really headed off and drove to wherever we were going to start this hike.

      The table we sat at was a small, two-person table. From about waist-height up, there was a mirror running along the wall to my left. Across the narrow dining area from me, some refrigerated food and beverage display cases lined the walls. The floors of the area were brown tile. Farther ahead, behind MG, I could see where this area opened up into the larger store area of the deli.

      Two girls walked down toward, then past, our table. The girls were maybe eighteen or nineteen years old. They were incredibly hot, with blonde hair, tight shorts and soft t-shirts clinging closely to their breasts. It seemed like the girls may have been planning to go hiking, too.

      The girls sat directly behind us. It seemed like they wanted us to talk to them. But I felt like I was too old to hit on eighteen-year-old girls. I'd look like a dirty, old man.

      My backpack (? - don't wear one) was on the table in front of me. It was stuffed so full it almost looked like a green ball. I unzipped it and pulled out a clear, disposable container, like you might see in a deli, holding a single slice of cake.

      The container held a meal or side dish made out of rice and a ton of black beans and black bean sauce. I ate the entire meal, scraping as much of the black bean sauce as I possibly could.

      MG said, "Are you sure you have enough ----- for our hike?" I didn't know whether he meant food or water. So I told him I was fine. I said that after I'd eaten this thing, I wouldn't need anything else for the rest of the day.

      MG said, "Well, I guess some people just have different bodily needs. It's kind of amazing to me. I would never go that long without -----."

      I now wondered whether I hadn't misunderstood MG. I'd just eaten a ton of food, it seemed to me. Why would I need to eat anymore for the rest of the day? MG must have meant that I'd need water. And now that I thought of it, I didn't have any water in my backpack. I would need water.

      I looked over to one of the refrigerated display cases. It was a narrow cabinet with a glass door, holding a bunch of sodas and waters. I saw a few waters, like Poland Spring waters, on the bottom shelf. I figured I'd buy one of those.

      Dream #5

      I was in an apartment with a pretty girl. It was night, and all the lights in the apartment were off. The only light in the apartment was from dim city lights and the light of the moon, which was apparently full and huge, so bright that the rest of the sky was inky black.

      I was apparently house-sitting here. I'd invited the girl over for the night. The apartment was big and nice. But the living room held both the couch and the bed. My viewpoint kept changing between the couch and the bed.

      The girl was over in the shadows of the room, maybe in a corner near the door. She had specifically come here to have sex with me. But now I seemed to be afraid to have sex with her. I may have expressed a fear that I didn't want to be having sex right at the moment when the people I was house-sitting for returned.

      I was now sitting with my back to a window or to a sliding-glass door. But some part of the window must have been open, because a gauzy, billowy curtain kept wafting up around me. I may have been looking off to my right, to a TV set, which was turned off.

      The girl was on the phone, either the apartment's phone or her own cell phone (which may have been an old, silvery, flip-open style phone). The girl was talking to her friend, complaining about all my excuses for not having sex with her. These excuses were mostly about the apartment itself.

      "But," the girl said, "if this place were a loft apartment, where we were the only ones who could get into the entire floor, there'd be no worry about anybody seeing us coming into the apartment."

      (This had, I guess, been one of my worries.)

      The girl now said, "But, wait! Isn't this a loft? This is! This is a loft apartment! We have the whole floor to ourselves!"

      I realized the girl was right. Maybe we could have sex, after all. But suddenly my mind began filling up with a million other reasons why the girl and I couldn't have sex.

      I was now kneeling on the floor, near the corner of a coffee table that stood before the couch. The girl was back to complaining to her friend on the floor about all the excuses I kept giving for not having sex.

      All the time I listened to the girl, and thought of ways to get past all my silly excuses, so that I could have sex, I was staring at a sculpture of a woman's torso.

      The sculpture was nicely shaped. But it seemed to be brittle and plastery. And the skin was a little too orange to look human. The torso was made to look like it wore a black bra and a skinny pair of black panties. I may have been turned on by the panties.

      Dream #6

      I was out in some area, kind of like a parking lot that was being used for a summer festival or fair. There were a decent amount of people milling about.

      A little girl was milling around with her mom and dad, maybe five meters away from me. The mom and dad were standing at a distance, maybe eating some food. The dad was tall and thin, bald, wearing a white polo shirt. The mom was shorter, maybe a little overweight, blonde, with a kind of saggy face.

      The girl was maybe nine years old, blonde, with tan skiny. She wore a summer dress with thick straps and a plaid pattern with a dark pink background and lighter pink criss-crosses. The girl stood in front of some sort of belt-rope barrier.

      The girl began doing dance moves or gymnastics moves, possibly while she was eating an ice cream cone. She lifted her right leg out to her side, then bent over to touch her right arm to her right leg. She then "bounced" off her leg and twirled her torso and arms over to the left. She moved into something like a somersault, then stood and began the move again.

      As the girl did all of this, her limbs formed trails, like in a multiple exposure photograph or film, so that it looked like the girl, as she moved, was forming phantom arms and legs. It was really beautiful.