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After a bit of a dry spell I finally had a lucid dream

I was standing in the security check line at an airport, when I got word that my flight was delayed. I was concerned because my luggage had already been checked and was being processed to be put on the flight. I asked the TSA guy if it was possible to get my luggage back and not have it be put on another flight or have it be lost. (for some reason I didn’t think that it would go with me on the next flight). The TSA guy was being a real dick, not taking my concerns seriously or even paying attention to me. Finally, I had enough, I pulled out my phone and said “sir, could you give me your superior’s extension? I’d like to call them and complain.” The guy just rolled his eyes and said, “Fine, I’ll take you to your luggage.”

He lead me and another woman (don’t know where she came from) to an elevator. We stepped in. The interior of the elevator was a wood grain texture, a very odd style for airport elevators. The other woman and I stood at the back of the elevator while the TSA guy pressed the button for us to ascend. The doors closed, also wood grain texture. As we went up several floors the doors kept opening and closing, while we were going. That was my first tip that something was off. I looked to my left, to see a mirror hanging on the wall. I thought to myself, I wonder if this is a dream. I stepped toward the mirror to look at my reflection. My face was twisted and distorted in the reflection, I knew then that I was dreaming.

I sort of chuckled, and when the elevator doors opened again, I stepped out onto whatever floor was there. As soon as I was out of the elevator, I noticed a collection of people waiting for their flight. Some standing around, some reading news papers. I figured I’d have some fun, so upon approaching the dream characters I began to shout, “gather ‘round people! I’m going to teach you how to fly. We are inside a dream, so come one and all, we are going to fly through the air!” They all were skeptical at first, asking me how one would fly. I told them that in a dream all you have to do is believe in yourself, and never doubt your abilities. I stepped onto a chair and kicked out a window so that we could begin. Even though I had just been in an elevator for several minutes, the floor of which I was on was only a couple stories off the ground. I turned to the man standing next to me and said, “It might be a tad difficult your first time, being only a little ways off the ground, but I find that if you think about flying as if you were “swimming” through the air, that tends to help the process.” And with that statement I kicked off the window frame and out into the air. The man just stood there, in awe.

The dream shifts and I am now with Josie, Aaron, and one other person, possibly Victor. It was weird, because I knew the people before were dream characters, but Josie and Aaron, felt and acted like they were really there. They were acting of their own accord and motives and I couldn’t control them. This lead me to believe that I was possibly dream sharing with them. I kept trying to tell them we were in a dream. “Remember where we are, we are in a court yard of an airport. We are flying around. It’s sunny. Remember because we will talk about it tomorrow.” All of us were having fun, flying around and messing with dream characters. The grass was beautifully green, the sun was shining, it was a truly stunning and detailed dream space. At one point Aaron decided to walk down this sidewalk running through the middle of the court yard, I joined him by flying next to him, just a few feet off the ground. I noticed a man selling some sort of food from a cart at the end of the side walk. As we approached I noticed he was selling ice cream, fudge sickles to be exact. I told the man I wanted one of the bigger chocolate fudge sickles. He asked for money to which I replied, “nah, you’ll give it to me for free.” His response….”ok.”
IRL, I was sleeping on my arm, so I woke up due to lack of blood flow to my hand. LOL Unfortunately, neither Aaron, nor Josie could remember their dreams enough to confirm my theory. Victor, however said that I was in his dream and that we were at some sort of train station, while watching helicopters fly through the air, perhaps we shared a dream….

Crazy Dream Night Of 11.3.12
Really weird and vivid dream, I’ll try to remember it all.

It started out with me and my brother spending time in this cabin type house, a great distance from our home town (apparently we still lived with our parents). We were there on vacation and I think our parents were going to meet us there, but at the time it was just me and him. The cabin was defs haunted (typical dream scenario for me). A poltergeist of sorts was throwing shit around, trying to scare us and actually trying to trap us in the house, for nothing good I’m sure. I was doing my best to stay calm and not give in to the fear that it was pushing towards us by messing with us. My brother, wasn’t doing so good on that, which in RL he’s super afraid of those scenarios actually happening. I tried to calm him down, telling him that fearing this thing will only make it more powerful. Finally, I decided that we needed to get out of the cabin for the time being until we could deal with the poltergeist properly. We got out, with much difficulty actually. It was doing the A-typical haunting types of closing the door before we could get out, throwing stuff in our path, and even making our bodies immobile for a small amount of time, creating more fear for my brother.

It was night when we finally got out and decided to head home, or at least away from there. We got in a car, in the backseat as if we were expecting to drive it from that position. Suddenly, a couple of strangers hopped in and started driving us away. I didn’t think anything of it at first because I was focused on getting away. The strangers (one male, one female) began driving us down what I thought to be a freeway (similar to one I drive on frequently IRL). I looked out the wind shield to see a shower of golden sparks falling onto the very road we were driving on. The sparks seemed to be the fire released from a jet engine, and when I looked above them to find the source, I could faintly see a full rocket/shuttle phasing in and out of existence, almost like it was turning on its invisible cloak. I tried to get my brother to see the phenomena, but he wasn’t listening to me. I then noticed a very large military helicopter, a camo brown color, circling the location of the now missing shuttle. I thought this to be an alien occurrence and even said something to the effect of “oh man, that’s a military helicopter and everything.” My next thought was perhaps that this alien phenomena was being monitored by the military or maybe even caused by them in some sort of experiment. The car continued to drive forward, to reveal a full fledged army blockade that gave way to a large military base. For some reason, I had thought that this was a normal base that the freeway just happened to end at and that I was a fool for forgetting that fact.

As we approached the base more and more military jeeps were gathering and surrounding us. For some reason, the couple in front either passed out or completely died and I had to jump over the center console to slam on the break before we collided with the blockade. I started to get really nervous, as I saw the situation as a major military alien experiment had just taken place and we were now very obvious witnesses. I could only imagine what they would do if they thought we saw. So, upon slowing down at the blockade I played dumb when the army personnel approached the window, telling him that I had gotten lost and just needed to turn around. He looked suspiciously at the unconscious couple in the front and I said “those are complete strangers” and thought shit! that’s even more suspicious and followed the statement up with “…who we’ve become fast friends, it seems they have fallen asleep.” The soldier seemed to take that as a legit excuse and helped us turn around and proceed in the opposite direction.

We returned to the cabin, which now turned into a multi-store strip mall. We didn’t go back inside the cabin, and I proceeded to go into the nearest gas station raving about what I just saw. Most people starred at me with suspicion, but one woman, a dark haired skinny lady a bit older than me, actually took my words to heart. She and I began speculating what the military was up to with that shuttle. She was going on about a possible space exploration mission that went wrong. Then it hit me. I said to her “they were using the energy and the power of the jet boosters to shift dimensions.” She just looked at me confused. I asked her “have you not heard of the idea that with enough power, energy, and a bit of sorcery, that you can literally rocket yourself into a parallel dimension?” She just shook her head. For some reason I had the feeling I was not in my own time, but in fact the past and this theory (speculation in today’s world) would be unheard of at that time. “That’s why the rocket seemed to phase, it was shifting planes of existence!” I turned to my brother, hoping he would back me up on the claims of what I saw, but he said he had no idea what I was talking about, either too shocked to admit he saw it or he never actually saw it.

The dream shifts and it is now day time, still in the area we were in but now I am with my dad. I noticed a shit ton more military activity at that time. I asked my dad what he thought it was and he said he thought they were doing just drills. I told him what I had witnessed and he just brushed it off as another one of my crazy conspiracy theories. I was getting VERY annoyed that no one was believing me. I drove a car to just outside the military base, unseen, hopping to see another experiment and find proof. I could see they were gathering an arsenal. Jets with nukes and bombs, jeeps with soldiers armed to the teeth. The only thing I could think that they were doing was preparing for war. War with whom, I wondered. There was no reports on the news of another invasion of any country. Jets were taking off, flying into the horizon, to where I didn’t know. I returned to my dad to ask if he had heard anything about tensions with another nation that would lead to war. He said he couldn’t recall. Just then I looked up, to see two UFOs (and I’m talking no mistake, those bitches were flying saucers). They were flying low over the town we were staying at. I frantically started pointing to them, shouting for my dad to look. He glanced up, saw them, but was unimpressed. I’m not sure if he was still a non-believer or just thought that to be commonplace. I was just looking at him with a shocked expression, telling him that all this military activity, two UFOs, “does that sound like something NOT to worry about!” I shouted at him. Then I got a flash of what was to come, we were going to war with these aliens, be they friend or foe, we were going to *try* fucking them up. Something I thought was a VERY bad idea.

I woke up.

I'm no stranger to grotesque nightmares, and last night was one of those weird ones...

My dad, brother, some stranger, and I were all sitting in this newly renovated house. High ceilings, hardwood floors, white walls, and brand new furniture. I can't remember why we were all there, but I kind of remember looking at this house as a possibility for a new home for me, my brother, and my dad, and the unknown man might have been the previous owner or one who was selling the house. We were all sitting in the living room, which was at ground level connected to the kitchen and had a large window making up most of the outside facing wall. We were all chatting when, all of a sudden, the previous owner (a tall, dark haired man with glasses) started frantically telling us about how this house is terribly haunted. (not such a good selling point).

Then we hear strange music, like jack-in-the-box music, coming from one of the bedrooms which also lead out to the kitchen. The man ran into the bedroom to retrieve an old Super Nintendo controller, not plugged into anything, yet it seemed to create this music. I was sitting on the carpet, with my back to the large window, facing the kitchen; I saw a floral pattern chair move on its own in the kitchen. I told my dad, who was sitting on the couch facing the large window. The air began to get thick and felt almost charged. I expressed to the others that we should REALLY get out of there. We all quickly proceeded to the door to find it covered around the frame by HUGE black spiders. Seriously, like spider bodies’ as big as my fist. I busted through the door with my dad and brother right behind me. We got out safely, the other man did not.

When I realized he didn't make it out, I immediately went to the large window looking into the living room. The man was panicked, frantic, trying his best to run to the door but something was keeping him in the room. He couldn't physically get out of the room. Then, the lights blew out, and the man was tossed about the room by an invisible force, like a rag doll. Then his body was stopped midair, he began to show cuts and wounds all over his body, he began to scream. I looked to the other side of the room, there standing in shadow, was a small girl, about the age of 11. Long dark hair to her waist, was staring at the man, with a devilish grin. Blood was oozing from her ears, eyes, and mouth yet she seemed to not be in any pain. She noticed I was watching the scene and looked me straight in the eye through the window, her own eyes shown only black pits. It was then I realized she was the one haunting the house, and causing the man pain. She then increased the man’s pain and torture, making his screams even louder. I was not lucid at any point in this dream, yet for some reason, I knew I could control the situation, or use some sort of power to help him. I stepped back from the window, put out my hands and forced my energy through the window and at the little girl/demon. It seemed to work for a time. I pushed her back; enough to make her hold on the man break, and his body fall to the floor. I continued my assault on the girl, trying every trick or power I could come up with. I knew that I just had to distract her long enough for the man to get to the door. I forced all my will and energy and made the girl’s head explode. I thought it was over. Then, as if someone pushed rewind, her head reconstructed itself; with a smile she continued her torture on the man. I kept trying; cutting off her head, slitting her throat, anything, but nothing took a lasting effect. I shouted to the man, “the moment I attack, run for the door!” I pulled out everything I could in that moment, but the man did not move. After my attempt he shouted back, “I can’t even move.” So angry and frustrated with my failed attempt, I screamed at the girl through the window, pounding my fists on the glass. I realized then that she had no concern for the man, and that her only goal was me. I then said, “She wants me, she’s trying to lure me in the house, knowing I can’t let that man die, knowing I would save him.” Her black eyes starring at me, never looking away. I turned away from the window, trying to think of a way to save the man. My dad, in awe of what he saw looked at me, “where did you learn that? Where did you gain that kind of power?” I couldn't answer and only looked away.
I woke up…

FINALLY had a lucid dream after months of a dry spell

I don’t remember much before my “ah ha!” moment when I became lucid. I just remember it was me and a few friends (or complete strangers I thought were my friends) were at this apartment complex/dormitory thing. It had multiple townhouses, upper scale dorm rooms, and little convenience stores that all faced at one particular point, which was like the outdoor common area for it’s residence.

Something was wrong, I can’t remember what, all I knew was that for some reason my friends and I need to get out of this complex but were unable to do so. (I kind of remember monsters or enemies of some kind surrounding the complex) So, we were trying and trying to break through their line and get free, but couldn't come up with a great plan to break out. Me and two other girls were standing beside a car (could have been one of theirs) looking at this huge blockade of men/monsters/barricade that blocked off the entrance to this complex. I can remember thinking “man I wish this was a dream, then I could just blow the fucker up…”

I stopped, thought about where I was for a minute, did my reality check and confirmed that I was in fact dreaming. As soon as I realized it, I busted out laughing as I kicked off the ground and started flying. My friends turned back and were in awe at what I was doing. All I could do was smile and shrug at them, I was so happy to have gained lucidity again. I flew over to the blockade, charged up this huge energy/fire ball and let ‘er fly at the blockade. It exploded, damaging the enemies defenses, allowing some residence to escape. I didn't want to leave the party just yet, so I flew around a bit, shooting energy balls at my enemies, all the while marveling at why I didn't realize I was dreaming before, everything looked and seemed so cartoony now. I fought a couple monsters, hand to hand, which was fun. After a while the scene started to bore me, and I started to experiment with my abilities outside the plot of the dream.

While a bunch of people were being chased by monsters and fleeing for their lives, I decided to try and create a carbon life form just from my mind (a particularly difficult task for me). So, I stopped flying, set myself atop a small grassy hill (which was still being surrounded by the battles and chaos) and tried to grow and bloom a flower on command. I knew that manifesting a separate life was different than manipulating the energies of myself, so I focused not on ME creating the flower, but instead I focused on the energies it would take the earth to create a flower. I put my hand to the earth, sending some of my energies to it through my hand, I imagined a tiny seed sprouting, creating roots to spread about the earth, and finally, I imagined it sprouting, growing, and blooming. Within seconds of me doing this, a beautiful pink, small, daisy-like flower sprouted and grew from the earth where I was focusing. I did it! I created life! It survived until some scared resident trampled it.

Here is a list of what I have done or want to do in a lucid dream....just for giggles
[X]=completed

[x] Fly
[x] Have a fight with someone
[x] Have a fight with multpile people
[x] Telekenisis
[x] Morph already exisiting objects
[x] Manifest objects out of thin air
[x] Play an instrument I don't know how to play in real life
[x] Have sex
[x] Control the weather (i.e. tornados, tsunamis, and the like)
[x] Control air
[x] Control water
[x] Control fire
[x] Control earth
[x] Fight a monster or mythical creature
[x] Teleport
[x] Die
[x] Get shot
[x] Get stabed
[x] Kill someone
[x] super strength
[X] Walk through walls
[x] Share a dream
[ ] Perform a sucessful WILD
[ ] Astral Project
[ ] Create a world from a "blank slate"
[ ] Meet my dream guide
[ ] Make someone else realize they are dreaming
[ ] Access lost memories
[ ] Go through our galaxy

Sep 22-23 (Lucid)

It wasn't super long, but I was being attacked by some crazy powerful dude who had more powers than I did, so while he was charging one up I ran away and while doing so I realized it was a dream so I started to try to fly. It was working to, like superman style flying. I tried to go insanely fast like warp speed but couldn't do it, then thought what if I fall, and I started to fall. So I landed and thought about how weird it was that my body is laying down sleeping but I was there moving, but at that moment things started to fade and I became aware of my actual body. But it was a false awakening because I woke up in a car drenched in sweat waiting for my guardian to come turn on the car? But I totally fell for it and forgot I was dreaming haha. Then a few minutes later I actually woke up by alarm.

Also I've had some awesome dreams this weekend about extreme sports and super powers. I've gone like dirt biking down a hill with a glider on top so if I hit a jump I would get a ton of air and glide down slowly. Then I also had a dream about sky diving and stuff and it felt crazy.

A Mogadorian (from the series I Am Number Four) was going to take me sky diving, told me he was going to grab 2 more scouts, it seemed sketchy, my dad told me to get shotguns, so I picked up this weird looking block that was supposed to be a futuristic shotgun. The Mogadorian came back and I tried to shoot him but he was all defensive and said stop, but seemed sketchy with a sword and trying to get behind me.

11-01-2013 -- I am Harry Potter, and with Neville Longbottom at my side, I am deep into a large battle with a bunch of Death Eaters. It is quite a long battle, and covers a lot of ground, though I can't really remember a lot of the details. At least part of it seems to take a place in a hotel, probably a muggle hotel. We manage to defeat the Death Eaters, but the wizarding world decides to blame us for letting people in the muggle world see us casting spells, and they snap our wands and banish us from the wizarding world.

Thing is, I quickly find that almost all of the regular people have one special ability, if they can only discover it, and learn how to use it. Whether you want to call it the X-Gene or say it is a Heroes world or how you want to look at it, the humans only need to discover what their unique ability is, and how to use it. Thankfully, I find that, having been trained to use my magic, even with a wand, now that I have had it snapped, I can somehow use my magic to access all these other peoples' individual powers, and know (at least partly) how to use them all.

There is a class on strange abilities at the local community college, and I decide to attend and learn something, but the professor is just talking about powers and abilities as something theoretical, something that is rumored to be possible, but nobody believes in. I decide this just won't do, and decide to take over the class. The professor watches, somewhat bemused, as I start demonstrating a few powers. I slow down time around me, so that I seem to move at super speed. I speed up time, so everything seems to be happening in slow motion. I even try to figure out how to travel in time (which just looks, to the students, like I disappear from one spot, and reappear in another.)

On another day, we are holding class outside in a sort of amphitheater, and there is confetti in the air, when I decide to play around with weather control. I make it start to snow for a short time, then start turning the snow into rain. I keep it very controlled and local, it is only snowing, then raining, over us and about half the pool we are standing next to, which also leads to demonstrating control over the elements, and making the pool part, ala the red sea, which really impresses everybody. Meanwhile, each class, I help another few students discover what their power is, and help them start to learn a little about how to control it.

Soon it is the last day of the semester, in the last five minutes of class, and I realize I have messed up a bit. I haven't given them any of the warnings that I should have. I try to advise them against using their powers too blatantly, unless it is an emergency, pointing out that they might frighten people, or that people might want them to always be using their powers to help out, in which case they might never have any peace. On the other hand, we tell them to encourage more people to take the class, so we can teach ever more people to fin and learn to use their powers.

Finally, Neville and I explain about the magical world, and warn them to beware of nutwads wielding short sticks, and warn them that if wizards catch them using their powers, they could attack them, try to erase their memories, and cause them lots of problems. I concentrate, and use a lot of my power, and conjure rings on all their fingers which quickly fade from view, and tell them if they are ever attacked by wizards to hold the ring and call my name, and I will try to come and save them. Then they start heading out into the larger world. The age of powers has begun! Very fun dream!

09-18-2013 -- Running around in England, half with a local girl, half with my friend BC, who has decided she wants to be a sort of slayer, running patrols and trying to protect the people in the area, except that she has no super strength, no powers, and really not much to defend herself with.

So it is kind of late in the evening, and we're running around some dark, cramped, and dirty streets, some bad sections of town, and we've heard some sort of prophecy about some dangerous rocks or something, and we're running up and down these streets, looking for any trouble. But as we make our way up one street, checking the shops on both sides of the street as we move along, we reach the end, and start back down the same street.

We get maybe two or three shops down before I realize that we checked both sides of the street on the way up ... it is wasteful for us to be checking the same street on the way down again, so I lead us through an alley to the next street over, and we start looking through it.

There is a small sort of statuary here, and it feels like it might tie in with the rocks a little bit, but we find no sign of any bad guys. But as we keep making our way through, we start to notice some of the Adventurers Club performers around, and they are doing some sort of craft thing. I think Graham is leading it, but Philip and Joe are also here, and though Graham is kind of friendly, the other two seem a little more stuck up, like they really don't think we can do much with these crafts. Unfortunately, they may be right.

It seems to involve taking logs (that are very quickly turning into very small twigs) and twisting and bending them into interesting shapes. We have no supplies because we didn't know we were going to be here, but I grab a small log out of a trash dumpster, and start peeling off spare branches and the like. Problem is, as things are shrinking, they are also becoming more and more brittle, and soon instead of a nicely bent up little creation, I simply have a handful of inch long twigs. I toss them aside, and get back to hunting trouble-makers.

We run down another street, where BC kind of warns off a couple of her girlfriends, and finds some guy who is hitting on her and wanting to date her. Since it is late at night and a bad area, and all the rest, even if this guy isn't too bad, I can't help but feel that her parents are not going to be too happy about this, and as they kind of start to materialize next to me as I think about them, I'm right. They aren't happy.

But it turns out the guy is bad, and one of the problems we expected. He pulls a knife on BC, and she knocks it out of his hand with a kick. So instead he grabs a gun, and starts to try and aim it at her, and I start running for the scene. He's rather incompetent, and his first couple of shots miss, but he is getting closer and closer, making dodging more and more difficult. Meanwhile, the gun is getting bigger and bigger. What started out as a pistol or revolver first grows into more of a rifle or shotgun, then some sort of very large mounted gun, perhaps about 12 feet long, with about a 90 mm diameter gun barrel that the thug is only aiming ... his partner on the other end has to 'pull the trigger' so to speak.

BC is trying to throw herself in front of this thing, to protect others, not realizing she is the one who needs protection, and I am trying desperately to get there first. I know she has no powers, but I just have this feeling that if I focus on it correctly, I can sort of adapt my bad luck to turn it into bad luck for others. I manage to shove BC out of the way, and throw myself in front of the barrel, and there is a loud sort of crack as the guy shoots. The huge shell explodes through the barrel and reaches me at the end, and ... nothing happens for a few seconds.

The crook aiming the gun sort of looks at me like 'Huh?' but his partner realizes that all that energy is going to have to go somewhere, and turns around and starts to bolt! Seems like a good idea to me, and I throw myself at BC, trying to cover her from the explosion as the large gun blows to bits, taking the thug who was aiming it with him.

BC's parents are there almost immediately, laying into their daughter and having it out with her about this foolish idea, while I can't help but think that just because we took out one or two thugs doesn't mean that there is no more trouble around here. I start to look around and find indications of more problems, but as I try to get BC's attention, she doesn't seem to be interested, anymore.

So I wander over to a small shop where I hear voices raised, and find four elderly American tourists laying into a Middle Eastern looking fellow, about the evil thing that he was just doing. Somehow they don't seem to realize that he could do evil things to them. Meanwhile, he is crouching over a large barrel of water, and as he works with it, the swarthy coloring seems to be washing off of him, and he turns out to be a pasty white Englishman who has been disguising himself as a Middle Eastern guy to hide his identity. And since they know this, they are in trouble.

He is reaching for the first of them, seemingly about to strange him, when I jump in and grab him. His three partners are also approaching. I start to wrestle with the guy, and the four old tourists keep telling him off, and I stare at them in amazement before telling them to shut up and run, before one or more of them get hurt. They finally seem to realize they are in danger, and start to scatter. Three of their fellows follow, as I wrestle with the fourth, but it takes me a couple of minutes for me to put him down, and I only succeed when I break off one of his hands and leave him in a crumpled heap on the ground.

I start down the alley that the tourists ran down, followed by the other three crooks, but I am a couple minutes behind, and am afraid I will lose them, so I leap into the air and try to fly, hoping I will move really fast and be able to catch up. Unfortunately, while I can kind of float, I have no speed, and it might be even a tad slower than running. I can't see any of them (the crooks or tourists), until I finally run into a sort of Arab laundry or something (or at least something pretending to be), and find one of the bad guys, who becomes no problem as I quickly break off his thumb. Then I wake up. Fun dream.

Ended up sleeping a bit longer than expected today, but dreams were interesting, so... Also one location appeared in two different dreams.

Dream 1(fragments):

There was something about huge shop place, where shopkeepers were trying really hard to not let anyone leave, there was some section of the shop with trees and sections where one could buy whole rooms.

Dream 2(fragments):

There was some story about some characters in some city and i was switching between different perspectives through whole dream. The city got attacked by some mecha drones and characters discovered some powers, one of them got really super powerful but then he left the team in search for something. Then eventually team found a portal into some other dimension with the help of that super powerful character. They entered portal and now were in some rocky area with big mountain and a floating island, made mostly from orange-yellow rock, also there was some kind of base hidden in one of smaller mountains also and they found here two humanoid beings who were having problems, they had dark-blue organic exoskeleton-like armor and apparently could use some kind of super mode, and from this point story started focusing on them mostly. They were trying to find someone else, who was controlling drones, and they ended up getting attacked by some turrets, everyone went back through portal and then only those two beings went back in. They were using super mode and fighting multiple turrets that kept appearing all over the place, then one of them got wounded and they had to hide in cover.

Worth mentioning that i actually woken up here and then accidentally fallen back to sleep in 5 minutes or so.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was some other person in some house, there was something about getting drunk and searching for something, then talking to someone, then i found portal and entered dimension(which was exactly like previous dream), some voice started talking and i responded with something and then i got attacked by lots of turrets, i had to hide behind rocks and then retreat back through portal. Then i was back at house talking with someone else and some detective dude about something important.

First had a couple of regular dreams, after that I dreamed about falling asleep in the backseat of a car and waking up again. I knew I was dreaming because I was suddenly in my car.

I was seating on the backseat of my car and knew I was dreaming. I held the door shut, so it was locked, because outside the car was a guy wearing a gasmask whom I didn't trust. I looked again and saw it was my friend S. without a gasmask. He wanted to come in, but I was still holding the door shut. I double checked if I were really dreaming by reading the backside of a bottle or something. It didn't have any real text, just random letters as words such as "ADL". Now I knew for sure I was dreaming and got out of the car. I greeted S. and walked to the car parked in front of me. There was a little girl there. I helped here putting stuffed animals from one box into another. Then I picked her up and took er with me, but she turned into grass straws. I examined the ground in my dream. I was standing on a regular sidewalk covered by a very thin layer of sand. I kneeled down to feel it and I thought: "Wow, this is so real".

DEILD - I was in my backyard and wanted to try a kamehameha. I focused on my hands and screamed: KA-ME-HA-ME-HA. I was slightly afraid that I was shouting in real life as well. A little ball of light the size of a tennis ball left my hands and landed on the ground a couple of meters in front of me. It didn't even explode or anything.

DEILD - I was at a park with D. and O. and I told them that I would do a kamehameha. D. said: "Wait, go stand over there". I went to stand underneath a sort of Arc d'Triomph and asked: "Here?". I spotted a bipedal battle robot in front of me, black, and slightly larger than a human. I did a kamehameha and I could feel the ball of energy being twice as large as on the first try. It flew towards the battle bot and erupted in a small explosion. The battle bot was destroyed. D. and O. reacted realistically after the kameha attack, but less excited. Profound quote from D.: "You see... Everything is nothing man." I responded with: "No, this is just a dream". Nobody was even listening to eachother so I got no response.

DEILD - I was with D. and O. near a nice houseboat decorated with blue porcelain pots and large wooden dolls. I told O. to call someone (the dream was devoid of DCs). Then we were inside some room. I decided to throw a distructo disc. The disc cut through some curtains but got stuck and was making a very cool electric buzzing sound. O. said jokingly: "Let's play catch with it".

I was with a group of people in a study room in the library at a college. I was feeling really tense and anxious since I had recently found out that I had the power to move things with my mind. I wanted to show my friends what I could do. I tried to explain, but no one was getting it. I finally had them all go to the other side of a table.

I put up several objects and told them that when I was done I wanted them to try to move the objects toward me with their minds. At the same time I would try to push the objects toward them with my mind.

But as I was setting up the objects I could tell that no one was really paying attention to anything I was doing. I was suddenly kind of angry. Without saying anything to them I just quickly concentrated on the objects sending them flying over the edge of the table. Instead of waiting for a reaction, I took off running out of the library and down one of the paths on campus.

The next thing that I remember I was sitting in a room with a guy that was a psychologist. He was actually Oneironaught (GH) from DV. I wanted to tell him that I was able to move things with my mind and wanted to know what that meant and what I should do about it. But as I looked at him he was busy writing something down in a notebook. I wanted his attention, but he wouldn't look at me.

I was suddenly angry again. I looked over and saw a box of multigrain Cheerios sitting by a chalkboard. I concentrated and suddenly the Cheerios flew out of the box. As they flew out of the box I arranged them on the chalkboard. I started off forming the word "HI". But since I didn't want GH to mistake who was responsible for the Cheerios I then added "From Christine". I watched GH for a reaction. As soon as the Cheerios started flying he stopped writing. He then slowly turned his head and looked at the chalkboard and then slowly back to me. I looked at him like "See...this is what I am talking about."

I don't remember what happened next, but I do remember thinking about this power and what this would mean for me. Most of me was really excited to be able to do this. I wanted to experiment. To learn the extent of my powers. I was a little worried that I might use my powers by mistake and accidentally hurt someone. I wanted to make sure I was totally under control.

This is all I remember of the dream. I do remember waking up directly from this dream and feeling a huge disappointment that I really didn't have the power to move things with my mind.

Last night I had my second Lucid experience!

It was a really unique dream... I had full control, however I didn't realize I was dreaming - I just accepted I was all powerful. I was a private investigator in a huge city, and a bit through my dream I developed God-Like powers. I could do anything.

I used these powers and became a super hero, hunting down my nemesis for the length of my quite-long dream. It was great. The dream was populated with thousands of DC, just like a real city, and it was incredibly vibrant. I found myself on a rooftop bar after my nemesis had narrowly escaped, and something about the place made me think... Wait... Am I in a dream? I realized that I was dreaming, and I got incredibly excited because I had all these wonderful powers. I looked at a table where my friend was sitting and did a Darth Vader force choke at it, and it began to shake. I still had my powers! I remembered a quote from Sageous that said I should forget entirely about stablizing because it actually more often than not led to destabalization. So instead I jumped off the huge Sky Scraper I was on and landed softly on the ground. My friend followed me, with Frozone type powers from the Incredibles. I began to sprint as fast as I could down the street, cars and headlights blurred into a single line as I broke the sound barrier. Suddenly, my friend pointed out our nemesis running a bit ahead of us and I was sucked back into the dream, consumed by the chase. I was still vaguely aware that this was a dream, but I didn't take control again, probably because it was so fun!

What a great time!

I meditated for a half an hour an hour before bed, and took one 5mg Melatonin. Then before bed I did an in-depth MILD, by stating my intentions. Very cool!

I had my lucid dream on thursday. I was on the phone with an unknow dream character. All of a sudden my mother starts talking to me, and i know its strange, but dismiss it. A little while later my dad enters the conversation, and i'm like hold up, i'm must be dreaming. i reality check, put my fingers into my left hand palm, and it goes through. i'm excited i'm lucid. i finally acheived my goal!!! but i calm my self because i'm to excited and the dream is wavering. i want to go outside, but it is night time, and i wish it was light outside so i can go exploring. i go to the back of the house (i have never been in) to prepare myself for a shower. in the back room, i subconciously look in the mirror and away, and i look back cause i remember reading about mirrors being weird in dreams. and my reflection is rippling and it scares me so i look away. i look up and realize it's light outside, because i wanted it to be! after going in the dresser drawer for my shower preparation, i go to the bathroom, but it's too small, and blocked with un-packed boxes. i will the room to expand with my powers, but i cant, because i have woken up

01-10-2013 -- [First dream of the night worth remembering. May have been earlier bits, but if so, not a single hint of them in my memory.] I am taking the NCIS team on a sort of a team building exercise which is supposed to end in a giant orgy. We're driving around in a van much like my roommate Randy's vehicle, on our way to a phony hostage situation, yet I am the only one who seems to realize it is phony. The others just don't get it.

We drive down a long, tree-lined road in an out of the way area, then turn in to a small sub-division, me calling out directions to Gibbs (who is driving) while he talks on his radio with 'the agency' we're working with for this team building exercise. Soon we come to a roadblock of police cars about one house past the house where a couple of shooters are holed up, shooting at the cops outside.

A couple of team members take the back, and a couple of us take the front. I look carefully, and can see one shooter firing out the front door, but it takes a while to spot the other, shooting between the blinds of an upstairs window. I don't have a gun, so I'm waiting for a time when things slow down enough (both gunmen having to reload at the same time) that I can rush the house, and at first I am ignored, then the upstairs gunman notices me, and starts to take aim.

I spot him, and move into cover in a large bush, and he is leaning further and further out the window, trying to get me in his site. He seems to be kind of leaning out against a fairly frail tree limb, and suddenly *CRACK* he goes flying through the air in perhaps a 15 foot arc, crashing to the ground and dropping his weapon. I call out that he's lost his weapon and go running for it, but he is still closer to it. He picks the thing up and starts to aim at me, and I'm calling out that he has it again, thinking I'm dead, when *BANG*, Gibbs shoots him from behind me.

He's already taken care of the gunman in the doorway, and we're all now heading inside to scout out the building. Ziva has been injured, and is resting in a chair, Tony and McGee are taking the downstairs, and Gibbs and I are scouting the upstairs. But it isn't at all like it is supposed to be. These are supposed to be really posh rooms, very high class, with lots of beds, hot tubs, and lots of people having sex for us to join in with. Instead, the place is empty, and looks like a poorly maintained Days Inn, or perhaps worse. There is black mold everywhere, almost all the beds are water beds, and they are leaking so if you try and lay in them, you'll be soaked. Half the upstairs is in the middle of renovations, with sawdust and wooden beams everywhere. An absolute mess.

I decide to make the most of a bad situation, and head back downstairs. Ziva has fallen asleep in the recliner she was sitting in, and I pick her up in my arms and explain I'll take her upstairs to the one good room, so she can rest peacefully, all the while admiring her legs in the slightly short skirt she is wearing. I carry her upstairs and place her in the one bed that doesn't seem to be leaking, then start to undress.

As I do, Ziva comes to, and asks me what's going on. I remind her of the training exercise and tell her she took a bump, and that I brought her up here to relax and maybe have some fun. By this time, I am very close, and lean in to kiss her, and she doesn't seem to have any objections. She does, however, ask what the ground rules are, and how far we want to take this. I tell her that is her decision, but I smile as she says "All the way."

So we're kissing passionately and undressing each other. I've just managed to remove her top, and am studying her breasts, while telling her how lovely she is, when Tony busts through the door, muttering some of the things we've been saying back and forth in a high falsetto, and we're ready to kill him for spying on us. Turns out the rooms are wired for sound and video, and they have been sitting around in the lobby watching us, but now Gibbs is calling us down for a different kind of action. But we're still going to kill Tony!

When we get downstairs, we find a sort of dining room with several small, square tables. The whole team is there, including, oddly, McKenzie from NCIS: Los Angeles. She is reading a poem, something very Dr Seuss-like, except it is complete gibberish, and makes no sense. The grammar is also very poor, and Ziva is going nuts trying to correct it with her ever-improving knowledge of English grammar and idioms, but she can't get anywhere, since as I said, it is complete nonsense.

I glance at her, and see a large wood spider dangling from her ear almost like an earring, and ask her what she thinks of spiders. She admits she isn't fond of them, but doesn't have a particular problem with them as I try to brush it out of her hair. It is a fairly large spider, it's body maybe an inch and a half by a half inch, with long legs, and at first I am thinking it is a non-venomous variety, but moment by moment it is shifting, looking more like a venomous version, and then even morphing into a scorpion, crawling on her hand, but thankfully not biting her.

Somehow things just shift, and I am now on the new case, which seems to involve something about comic books. At first I am looking at sheets of paper with the pages printed on them, but unbound. Then it turns to more and more sheets, some in three ring binders, some in matchbook covers, oddly enough. I am running down the street chasing some that seem to be blowing in the wind, and have to stop and study a number of squares of toilet paper to be sure they aren't printed on those.

Soon I find I am facing some odd sort of version of Ultron (in this dream, a silvery robot) as I am turning into Captain America. I have a white, clay-like substance in my hands, and I am kneading it and rolling it into a kind of miniature shield, then it very quickly enlarges and hardens into an almost indestructible form, ready for use. I find myself facing off against numerous bad guys in three trucks, right in front of Marie's house, down near Greenleaf.

There is a truck running right for me, and I use magic or psi powers (not sure which) to create a kind of force field so it can't reach me, right about the time it blows up. There is another truck behind it, filled with gunmen who are trying to shoot me, and that truck blows up as well, the gunmen being caught in the blast and burning alive, before turning into some sort of undead zombie types, as another truck behind blows up. Though I can't see him, there is a hint of Ultron doing a Green Goblin sort of thing with pumpkin bombs.

The whole thing seems to be on some sort of time loop, as I find myself arriving, raising the force shield, and watching the guys turning into zombies two or three times before I wake up.

'twas interesting

I step into my school in a dark green suit
which would normally as that's my regular wear but I don't own a green suit
and I come across a figure in a hoodie whose face was to dark under the shadow to see. He was starting to approached me and his eyes glowed orange as he stepped closer, his eyes started to grow brighter and glowing orange claws sprung forth from is hands. He started to dash about 6 ft away from me when a larger figure came out of nowhere and blindsided the poor orange fellow.This man's eye's emanated a neon blue color
There's more but I feel like this is enough for anyone to get the jist of the dream, this wasn't lucid, but, it was interesting...