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    1. Alien Slave and Lucid Flying

      by , 03-20-2011 at 01:46 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Note: Yesterday I met my brother and his wife and their 1 1/2 year old son at Stone Mountain. I asked both about their LDing. I later went to a friends house and we went back and climbed Stone Mountain to see the "super moon" last night. It was full and really close to Earth last night. I see that as three stimuli that could have helped me go lucid just now.

      I was a slave along with hundreds of other people, to aliens (I never saw). We had built a huge wooden tower and were now painting it. The paint was unnecessarily thick and difficult to use.

      I was working with a group that I really liked including a girl that I liked. We somehow broke away from everyone and made for a grassy knoll. There were some rocks (like man-placed stones we saw at Stone Mountain). I threw some into some trees that lay just beyond the path of rocks. I was trying to hit the trees. Someone else started to do the same. We encouraged him to hit what he could.

      Then I lay down to go to sleep on the hill. I woke up and everyone was gone. I realized I was under a spell that made it really hard to wake up and move. I decided I better catch up with my friends and get back to work otherwise I may sleep forever, or the aliens could get mad that I left and was sleeping.

      I forced myself to get up; I was so-o-o-o tired. I worked my way up the hill and towards the top, very tired, I forced myself to run up so there would be no lying back down.

      I found the tower and started looking for my friends. I really needed to find my group and pretend as though I had been working on it the whole time.

      I worked with them, but then went to a hire point on the tower. I saw myself in a mirror, though I didn't see the mirror. I was wearing a black knit cap and looked like I had had a really rough day.

      I then found the girl that I liked. She could see that I was feeling rough, but I knew that everyone felt rough from working so hard. I felt guilty for trying to gain her sympathy, but I thought it would make her like me.

      I took my black cap off and put on a blue one and I felt much better.
      Soon I realized I better get back to work again. I am back on the tower looking for my friends. They are the group at the top painting. The paint was as thick as the Nutella we ate at the mountain last night, and it was the same color. (You think I carried the Nutella into my dream?)

      I was working around this guy with a bicycle at the top of the tower. I was trying to get to painting. Then someone had to go to the bathroom. I did too, so I went with him. The bathrooms were like something cattle would use. There were these super-long gates to the stalls. It is hard to explain, but I realized it was too weird and that I was dreaming.

      I was a little afraid that if I defected and my job was real, the aliens would be mad, but I didn't think much about it. I sat down in defiance and was lucid.

      I looked at my righth hand. I had written on it with a red pen. I tried really hard to focus on the numbers and make sense of them. There was a long division symbol with the numbers and the word "look!" It didn't mean anything, so I looked up in the sky to see the stars thinking about a recent dream where I did that and saw stars. I saw them again.

      I decided to try my personal task which was to revisit an old nightmare. I stated the address of the house where I had the nightmare. Then I tried to make a ring of ashes appear. I couldn't do it. I tried to make them red hot even though I couldn't make them appear. I saw a place get red hot, but I couldn't sustain it. The next step would have been to have a demon appear in the red-hot ring of ashes.

      I got frustrated that I couldn't make my nightmare begin. I tried to make fireballs shoot from my hand, or to just appear in my hand. No luck, so I started to fly. It was fun but I couldn't enjoy it. I wanted to enter my nightmare, so it was totally disappointing.

      I was flying around my old stomping ground and thought of someones idea discussed in the Lucid Dream Game Idea thread--super-speed. I tried it. It kind of worked and kind of didn't, so I just started flying around.

      There were some bicyclists. The were amazed that I was flying. Someone asked who I was. I gave them the wrong name and then someone called my by my complete real name. I asked how they knew and they said people knew me and were calling out to me.

      I flew through a restaurant. It was really cramped. I made my way out the back and then I woke up.

      Note: Next time I LD, I plan on trying to find my old house. I think I may have better luck if I try to reproduce my nightmare in the proper location. I don't know why I didn't try to fly to my old house. I guess I just didn't think of it.

      Updated 05-20-2011 at 01:24 PM by 41873 (I remembered trying to shoot fireballs from my hands.)

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    2. Rice candy should never taste like fake chicken

      by , 09-24-2010 at 08:22 PM (Amen, the thunderbolt in the dark void....)
      I am going to some country in Africa. Apparently Mt. Everest is there. I am in a room of people who seem to be celebrating something, I have the feeling that it has nothing to do with me. I feel like we're probably talking about mt kilimanjaro but I just roll with it. It's time for me to go so.. I am instantly zapped there, of course.

      Upon arrival there is a sort of carnival/festival thing going on that is also somewhat reminiscent of a renaissance fair. I was wandering around and looking at things for sale. There were a lot of fireworks and children gathered around. They all started spinning on the ground and then exploded into huge bursts of color.

      There is a woman selling big boxes of rice candies. You know, the kind that have the rice paper over them and there's always a sticker or something in every box. Those. We had a long conversation about them and she gave me a big box of all of them. Upon tasting them though they tasted like the boca/veggie chicken nuggets with chocolate all over them, which, isn't very tasty, at least in dreams.... I haven't tried that in waking life.

      Anyway, I ended up somehow getting a memo that I had to go back to Oregon, so I did. Upon arrival I was somewhat bitter that I had to leave so soon. After some conversations it was decided that I could go back and possibly choose another place to visit.. So, I went back, and I think I was meeting my mom there. Because when I got there I was in the middle of a huge plains where there were monkeys and rhino's and in the distance I saw a huge lurking lion. I knew that there were things that I should not take my chances with so, I jumped into what was, er, a weird buggy-golf cart thing that had a bubble of glass over it. It felt safer in there, anyway. I began calling my moms name and wondering where she could have gone off to.

      I found a school that had a fenced gate and went inside, there was a giant monkey who was chasing me, and those things can get violent. We were both pulling back and forth on the gate to the school until it seemed to be more of a dance than anything else. My mom came out of nowhere and the monkey rested his head on her shoulder and went to sleep. She said she had to go.

      I turned back to the school which was only one or two rooms and looked pretty dingy. I could hear the faint sound of drums echoing from inside so I ventured nearer. D came walking out holding some drum sticks, smiling. He said he just got out of band practice and that things had gone really well. I told him that was awesome and kissed him on the cheek. We started walking away holding hands, and then we heard music coming from back inside of the school. D got pretty upset at this, saying how they were all loading their instruments up when he left, and now he could hear another drummer in there. We went back to Oregon.

      Dream changed/completely different dream

      I decided to go to Eugene, OR. I'm not precisely sure why. I think I decided to move and go to school there at some point during this dream. It started out that I was visiting, then changed to I lived there and it also resembled San Francisco (hills where all the houses were all squished and mushed up against each other).

      I'm walking up a hill that is san francisco-esque, when I start looking at a window in one of the houses. There is lots of art work and weird hieroglyphic writing. Someone calls my name and I turn around, it's some tall guy who is blonde and looks oddly disproportionate. There's someone in there that I'm supposed to see, but I don't know who they are. I begin painting a piece of glass for some reason, and the tall blonde guy comes over and takes it from me, "what are you doing? That is not how you paint, you do it like this," and he begins taking globs of paint and just sort of throwing it onto the piece of glass. "You see, I am a genius, watch as I make masterpiece."

      I shrugged this off and he just gave me a nasty smirk. Some people came in and said that we were going to X (not sure where). We all walked outside together. Blonde guy began putting paint all over his face and chest as we walked, and he started talking about how great he is. I think I said something along the lines of, "you're not all that great, and you've never made a masterpiece in your life."

      He smiled and turned to me and said, "I like you, because you are right. I only do these things because it fits the strange persona that I would like to convey to other people. Teachers think I am great because I can just do something completely weird and off the wall that they don't understand and they think it's brilliant, while you see that I am just a regular boy who wants people to pay attention to me."

      I think the dream ended around here.





      Oh yeah, at some point during the dream I was walking around with a video camera and making music videos. Lots of songs kept playing over and over in my head, all different ones.
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