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I decided on a whim to attempt DEILD as I went gack to sleep after waking up in the morning (I had today off) and I woke up in my room, except there was a poster on the wall. I was immediately lucid.

However, a big note hug from the ceilingnona piece of rope, just beyond my bedroom door. Apparently, I tried to buy a bomb to murder someone who had angered me, and the shopkeeper explained in the note that they had notified the police. For some reasons I forgot that I was in a dream and panicked as I tried to recall when I tried to buy a bomb, and then when I remembered I was in a dream, I simply woke up to escape my situation.

I was in school. It was a lesson with our new teacher - a short, slim blonde in late thirties. She had a bit ugly face. She told to me about some kind of poster with my picture that was popular. I didn't knew what she was talking about.

Later that day I was in home, and saw that teacher in my sister's room. She was browsing the web. I asked her about that poster, and she said that everyone asked who I am and that I looked great on it. I asked if someone posted it on the web, but she said that no.

I went to talk with my younger sister. She was writing something. We take until our mother appeared. I realized that everyone in this room was naked, so I went to take some clothes. I went to toilet, and after a while all the family joined me there for some reason.

Morning of January 28, 2014. Tuesday.



In my dream this evening during a nap, I was looking at a dream journal site (not that common an event - I had only been vaguely thinking about the site). It becomes a standard to post dreams in a combination of actual photographs and pictures of a dream entry written out on something. In my case, I had posted the photograph of a very large cardboard poster near a fence (seemingly on a distorted version of our last home on Barolin Street) with a few miscellaneous items in the front yard, including a tricycle and an American football and some other items. I remember almost all of the “dream within a dream” in what was written, but quickly forgot it all upon waking (in the past, I had read entire novels in a few of my dream states, which is extremely uncomfortable - usually the repeat of a novel I had read in real life, but usually with a lot of additional distorted scenes).

In an “additional notes” area (in the “actual” photo of the cardboard poster that my dream is written on in large enough letters to read when on the web page) there is mention of a girl named Angélique in our family - with a note on the acute accent on the first letter “e” as if it had special significance in my dream (that is, the implied documented dream within this dream). After this, a poster from the “actual” dream journal site makes comments relating to her own dream, which I also cannot remember. I know there was something about “being a portal” and something about “lu” combined with another syllable or word.

The play on two meanings for “poster” is curious in this dream.

07.03.2012

DV Forum Art (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There was a member what was afraid about something related to art. I responded to try and make them feel a little better.

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07.03.2012

Lunch with No Utensils (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm walking inside a fairly huge building that seems to represent a High School, or at least, a Middle School since it felt like one I've been to in waking life, but just with a different layout.

I don't literally go to the cafeteria, there's some kind of table on the side with all sorts of food that looked very enticing. I think there was Lasagna and all sorts of things in front. The problem is, there aren't any utensils available.

There was more food behind, and to get there, there was this small slope you would have to go up to see the rest. The food behind was horrible, I swear I saw dead fish being popping out of a wide gray metal tray with some weird-looking liquid, even with some bubbles forming around the fish.

To the right of me, in the same section behind the fancy food, there's some rice, but the utensil for it looks like someone licked it already. Are you freaking kidding me? I forget who I asked, but my question was if they can get someone who has knives so we can cut and put some of the better food in front on our plates.

They said sure, and I follow them just to make sure they don't disappear. It seems they're headed to the gym lockers, and I'm wondering why would they would need to go there for a knife.

This isn't looking too well for me. I forget what happens next.

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07.03.2012

A Gay Poster (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Okay, maybe not a decent title for this dream.

I'm inside of a lecture room, the flooring has a dark carpet texture, and the walls themselves are shades of blue as well, only way lighter than the carpet itself.

There are some small posters hanging in a horizontal row on the walls. And there were a few on the ground as well, and I think I'm here to help pick the up along with a few other people as well.

I look at one of the posters, two of them in fact, and they're both identical. They have a picture of a female, but I can't remember how she looked like exactly. I think she was wearing a latex suit.

Apparently, there's some words above her picture that assumed she was gay. I wouldn't care about this at all, but I felt like there was a staff member in the next room to the right, and to confirm that, I had a spectator perspective again and saw some old man in classes in the next room.

I start panicking because I want to hide these insulting posters from the man's view if he comes into this room. I quickly look left and right, and I think I find a stapler, and I start covering the poster with the ones on the floor, since they seemed to be more appropriate.

I follow someone again, and I don't know for what exactly, maybe to try and paint over something. You'll see what I mean very shortly. =P

I'm following someone by the name of "Pacify State," and I realize that the person looks like a Runescape Character. Anyway, the reality shifts back to normal again instead of the game, and I believe me or someone else sprayed a section on a ground somewhere outside.

It ended up being a lewd anime spray painting. I think I gaze on it for a while, and I forget what I do next.

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07.03.2012

Scantron Fail & Algorithm (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm in a Biology Class lecture room, and the professor and his assistants are giving out grades for an exam. I get worried because I have not received mine as yet. Eventually, everyone get theirs, and I get up to go in front to find what's wrong.

The professor, who looks like the prof I had my first semester freshmen year for Biology, holds up a pink exam sheet with a letter grade with a circle around it in red ink. I assume it's mine because I'm the only one who is going up front.

The professor basically calls me out in front of all of these people, and I thought I received a "F" for the exam, and while in that thought process, I cover my face with my hands in shame as I get closer to the professor.

I finally put my hands down, and find the grade is a "C." I felt WAY better seeing that, but even with that, the professor adds more mental injury by declaring that's the grade I would've gotten if I filled out the scantron.

So I guess I only filled the answers on the pink exam sheet and not the scantron.

I literally drop on my side to the floor feeling so many mixed emotions from being pissed, depressed, helplessness, and incompetence.

It really sucked going through this. I think I grabbed the sheet and walked back to my seat with my head down. I don't recall anyone laughing at me, but still, it hurt a lot, because I thought this was real.

Then I believe there's a dream shift, dream reset, or maybe a dream rewind before the event I experienced. I'm back at the lecture room, and I believe I asked one girl to left of me on what's going on in the room.

She declared that apparently, we have an exam tomorrow.

Is it possible to shit bricks in your dream? I didn't know ANYTHING about this, and the day in the dream felt like a Monday.....I was thinking "How is this possible?" and thinking about it now, we couldn't have had an exam if it was technically Monday in the dream. It would have to be on a Wednesday or Friday since this was most likely a MWF course.

I literally stopped where I was, still shocked from this, and thinking how the hell I'm going to study for this exam.

That shouldn't have been traumatic, since I studied at the last minute anyway in most classes. Lmao. Which is why I need to change that this coming semester.

Anyway, the professor declared something related to an algorithm, but he used a different word instead, so I didn't know what he meant. I asked someone what that means, and they said it was an algorithm.

The person who told me this had an Afro, and fairly tall, and looked a lot like someone I knew in High School in waking life. I didn't even bother to speculate why he's at my college if he doesn't even attend on in waking life.

Apparently, when the professor talked about the algorithm, lecture time was up, and everyone started to leave the room.

26.12.2010

Lucid #11 (wbtb1) in my room (WBTB)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

[/COLOR]I wake up At 11:30. I go to the bathroom, because of a stupid pimple. After 10 minutes i go back to bed. I do some breathing meditation and am going to try wbtb. After 40 minutes i turn on my right side and wait to get asleep. At some point i feel like someone is lifting my bed in the air and is slowly rotating it towards tha back wall. I felt my body crawling and my head hitting the wall.I am in a dream and lucid. I know it even though everything is still black. I open my eyes. I am in my room in the exact same posture. I sit up and hold on to my bed. The room seems pretty empty. There is only the wardrobe which is more wide and doesn't touch the ground. It's like it's hanging from the ceiling. The room is really bright. I feel dizzy and thing get blurred out and cleared again and again. They finally clear up for a while. There are many objects on the bed. I think of touching them to stabilize the dream. I reach for something that looks like my keys. I grab them and as i bring them close to me suddenly i can't pull them closer. So i keep staring at them, not sure what to think of. I slowly realise that what i am looking at is not my keys but the head of a person in a poster i have in front of my bed and i am... awake with my eyes open wide! There was no dream-fading-away part and i don't remember opening my (physical) eyes! It was a really strange experience but also interesting. First Wbtb.

Any ideas on what that could be? Anyone with similar experiences?

This dream starts off with one of my nephews having passed away. When it starts, I am with his mother and my mother at his grave and we are highly upset. Everything we placed on the grave had been moved around the grave so that it no longer looked organized, and someone had dug up his coffin. While it looked like nothing had been stolen off him or out of the coffin itself, they had altered the way he was lying inside of it so that his body was in odd shapes and angles. While we try to figure out who would have done such a thing, we all move to fix him, re-bury his coffin, and organize all his gifts on his grave once more.

Strangely enough, the scene changes to where and when we are having the funeral. The place it's held in seems to be of castle-like qualities based on the interior. The rooms are vast and the funeral homes have decorated every single wall with quotes from our's and his past, and pictures. One in particular catches my attention, though I cannot remember what exactly was on it. Eventually we all proceed to what seems to be an altar-like area for the ending ceremonies. The pastor talks and once he's done, all of the immediate family including me partner up with someone else in the room. Once we have done so, we mount horses and ride off towards the distance, as the castle is all of a sudden gone. The farther we leave from where the castle had been, the more I become awake until I am completely pulled from sleep.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
In real life I ordered a Fight Club poster a few days ago, and I'm waiting for it to be delivered. That's obviously where this dream came from.

It was daytime, and the sky was filled with wispy white cumulus clouds. I was sitting on the concrete front steps of my house, looking around the block. The deliveryman should be there any minute to drop it off, I thought. As soon as I finished thinking those words, a man in a full-body navy suit came around the corner (there was a high wooden fence in the way) and walked up to me. It looked like he was wearing a janitor's outfit, but it was slightly baggier. He was holding a large square box over his shoulder, and when in close proximity to me, he put it on the ground.

It wasn't sealed, so I kneeled down and opened it up right away, expecting a Fight Club poster to be inside. Instead, I found two separate posters, rolled up so the white sides were facing outwards. I said, "these aren't mine," without even looking to see if even one of them was the one I ordered. "Tell your boss to get the damn order right next time," I added, and kicked the box over to his feet.