Bed: ~23.00 Wake up: 08.00 Now: 08.15 Library I'm at what seems to be the university library. There's a rap video being played or being recorded. Either way, it's happening right there and the people who are in the video are also there. It starts out in a language that I can't remember. It's a collaboration of European rappers. Eventually it's the turn of some Dutch rappers. Man this is quite cool. The fact that Dutch rappers were deemed important enough for this.. The video is an old one though. It has to be at least 10 years ago. This makes me wonder why I've never seen it before. I remember recognising one of the rappers, but right now I don't remember who it was. At another moment in the library, I'm out in the hallway. There are some people sitting on chairs and some people standing. I'm trying to mingle a bit, but I feel quite excluded. I'm not taking part in any conversation really. Another moment again. I'm talking with some classmates. One of them is telling the group that his thesis is going really well and that he will fly towards whatever country soon to do his research. I know there was more to this dream, but I can't recall it. Prison I'm somewhere inside I think. I'm sitting at a table which has a bench on both sides, sort of like a picknick table.. or a prison table. There are at least 2 guys sitting at the same table with me; one in front of me, one to my right. One of them is telling me/us about him needing his wisdom tooth extracted soon. Only problem is, he lives in Groningen and on the day of the extraction, he'll need to get to Schiphol for his flight. I suggest to him to get his tooth extracted at the Slotervaart hospital, or better yet, the VU hospital. That way he can still catch his flight afterwards. He tells me the system doesn't work that way. He can't just go to whatever hospital he pleases. I tell him that he just needs to get a letter from his dentist for that hospital. The conversation continues to another topic. It's about prison. I tell them that I have been in prison once. The prison was shaped like a narrow rectangular strip, just like the tiny strip of paper that I'm holding. In the mean time I get soup. It's Chinese [something] soup. The liquid is yellowish and quite clear. It looks great. Suddenly I say: ow forgot to mention, I was in prison in a dream.
I began a new method in hopes of having more vivid and memorable dreams. So far, I can remember one of the dreams I had pretty well since starting this a couple days ago. I usually have been able to get up around 9 or 10 during the week, seeing as how I don't really have any early morning classes this quarter. But I realized I would probably be able to better remember my dreams if I woke myself up around 6 or 7 in the morning, when I would still be in a fairly deep sleep. So the first night i tried this, I remembered a dream I had in which I was thrown in jail for robbing a convenience store. I can't remember much else from this, apart from the fact that I nearly went mad in just the first few minutes of being behind bars (I wonder if this could be any indication of how I would be able to handle, or not handle, prison in real life). I hope to have somewhat more powerful and exciting dreams while putting this new method into use. Last night, in addition to setting my alarm for 7am, I also consumed a substantial amount of apple juice before drifting off to sleep. I used to do this on occasion in high school, and it would make for some pretty vivid dreams. However, it did not really seem to work this time. Well, I suppose it might have, and I may have just not remembered; also, I may have not woken myself up early enough. I think the particular brand of apple juice I used may not have been as effective as the ones I used in high school. Anyway, today I'll try to get my hands on some of the good stuff (Ha! Can you imagine someone referring to apple juice like this?), and I'll also set my alarm a little earlier (maybe 5:30am or so). In addition, I bought the new Radiohead album last night, and boy, I imagine listening to it before bed could make for some pretty interesting dreams. I'll add that to my method this evening too.
3/3/2016 In this dream I'm with a guy, apparently my boyfriend(?) , at the train station/prison hybrid where he is being kept prisoner. I'm pretty sure I'm there to ask him about alcohol to take with me out with my friends, since I'm fairly broke and haven't got enough money to buy my own and It's a necessity if I'm not going to feel uncomfortable the whole night. He tells me there's some in his apartment and I go upstairs, there are scumbag inmates all over the place calling to me, mocking me and whatnot. "Hey, what room was yours?" I call down to him over the railing of the upper floor. "It's 505!" He shouts back. A woman slides up beside me and opens the door slightly, presumably to demonstrate that It's unlocked. "Does he always leave his door open like that?" I ask her, and wonder if she even knows him. She shrugs, and I push open the door. There are no drinks any-where, I look over counter tops and inside a bedside table before determining that they must be under his bed for some reason. Surely enough I'm right, and I pick up a small flask of vodka, a larger bottle of whiskey and some absinthe and stuff them into my bag. I leave the apartment, but now I have a new problem. On the ground floor, right next to my boyfriend and the staircase down, there's a warden patrolling. I walk low, and try to descend the staircase without drawing any attention to myself. It's no use, and I am caught. He rummages through my bag, not seeming to care that I don't belong here, and finds a tube of skin cream. He accuses us of using it to get drunk, which we vehemently deny. He takes it away, and sentences me to prison with the rest of them. I jump down off the platform and onto the train tracks, stretching out ahead of me is a dark tunnel. I begin running down the tunnel, the warden screams at his officers to capture me, but I manage to evade most of them I run as far as I can before I can't run any further, two officers blocking my path, a nasty looking woman and another man. "Make sure you close the door up ahead, the one that's unlocked. We wouldn't want him reaching the last gate and getting free." I am dragged off to a separate section, which is for some reason a patch of outside, like a park or something. I go inside, and there are other prisoners there, none that I have previously met or know in reality. I sit down on a park bench, and notice there are horses and alligators everywhere. I talk to the other prisoners, I think there's a woman, a larger man and one or two other people with no distinguishing features. The warden of this section of the "prison" talks to us, and begins throwing out different colored pieces of garlic, which attracts all the alligators to us. I sit on the very back of the park bench and put my feet up, there's the female inmate beside me and she does the same. I ask the warden how long I'm going to be here for. "Thirty years." She replies bluntly, throwing a purple onion my way. "Thirty years?!" I ask in disbelief, and she nods. "That's right, you're not getting out here until you're one hundred and thirty." So apparently I was already one hundred years old but looked and felt like I was in my twenties. I became friends with the inmates around me, but felt very upset at the prospect of being stuck in this place. As far as I can tell I woke up soon after.
Updated 03-03-2016 at 02:00 AM by 36360
Absolutely CRAZY dream recall last night!!!! The one unfortunate thing that happened last night was my WBTB. I had the perfect opportunity for one last night, but when I got up I was too lazy. But, at least my recall was awesome! My brother, dad and I are planning a trip to New Hampshire. There is something in this dream about a parade, but this was the only dream of the night that I don't remember in detail. I am at a table eating dinner with President Obama and some other people. Obama says something that is funny because he is the president, and we all laugh at it. JSYK, there is someone underneath the table holding it up. using suction cups. At this point I'm pretty sure I do my failed WBTB. I am at a political event, sitting in one of the front rows. I turn around, and see my friend sitting next to the Bratayley family. She is motioning for me to go over, so I do. i talk to them for a bit and we get a picture together. There are several other people with us in the picture, but I don't know them. My family and I are on a beach in Florida at night. It must be some really famous beach, because I am telling my sister how cool it is to be there. Then the waves are growing higher, and dad tells us that we should go back to the hotel before a storm starts. I remember thinking that he was going to say that there was a hurricane. We turn to the left and walk down a path away from the beach. There is a little tower like thing that I decide to walk up. When I get to the top, there is basically a giant trampoline lined with a wooden deck. On my way back down, there are several kids there that won't move. I finally get them to budge so I can get through, but we keep throwing nasty remarks at each other. My last remark to them is "I have hair too!" I am in gym class, playing hockey on a giant trampoline. I remember feeling sad that one of my friends is not in that class with me. I am still in Florida, this time by the "run off water" of some sort of amusement park slide. My family tells me that they have to leave to look for something, and I should be the look out. All of a sudden I am at my house again. I am watching something going on in my backyard. My family has discovered jello out there! I start eating some jello, and it tastes really good. I tell my brother, and all of a sudden we are in a prison like thing. There is a woman(our mom?) with her hands tied together. A security guard gives me a remote control and phone, and tells me that they might be useful for me to escape with. I hide them in my scarf, and me and my brother escape from the prison. We are running up hill, faster than we ever have before. My dad is running close behind us, trying to persuade us to stop running. Finally we do. We turn back around, and suddenly we are on a nice family hike. My sister is taking pictures and we are sitting near creeks eating candy. Then suddenly I am back at my house in the bathroom. Katie, the mom from Bratayley is there saying that she is going to show us how Hayley overcame her fear of water. I get out of the bathtub so she can film. I am back at the beach in Florida, the same one, and my brother tells me that we aren't going to spend any more time there. I am angry at him, but we walk away, down the same path as before. As a I am walking away I can hear my grandma talking with an Asian person. We reach the tower, but this time I have to have a rope climbing competition with someone to make it to the top. As we are climbing the rope we have to answer questions about politicians. When me and my competitor make it to the top, I sit down with another girl on the giant trampoline. We start talking about Caleb and Bratayley. We then start using special crayons to draw pictures of memories with Caleb on the "trampoline wall." I typed this pretty quick and late, so I am sorry for any errors, And I probably forgot some extra dream fragments, but I'll add those later if I remember any more. Question!!!! Are Wisconsinites the only people that call physical education class gym class? Just wondering.
I had a somewhat lengthy dream that was split up into 3 parts. Part 1: Perfect Fruit I was out somewhere in the forest with a friend and there was some old lady's house and she was gone for the day or something. She had fruit growing inside the house and I opened the window and saw the most perfect, bright red, strawberries I've ever seen. There were small bunches of grapes on the same plant, so I took one of those and I put it in a backpack, that was somehow mine because I left it there. I had apparently been here before...? That's weird. Part 2: The Imprisoned King Somehow in the back of my mind in this part, there was a story about a king who was wrongfully imprisoned by his own people. I took the role of this king and I was in a prison cell with someone else, trying to unlock the gate through the bars which was oddly farther away from the cell itself. I used something that looked like Thor's hammer to jiggle the gate's locking mechanism, and it came loose, so I escaped. This one kind of ties into the next part... Part 3: The Cliffside House I was no longer the king but I was in a house that my mom and dad were in. I immediately got the feeling that the house was perched on the edge of a cliff. It was early in the morning and they were still sleeping, so I was sneaking around the house avoiding giant guard bird walking in the halls. I remember one of them being called a Scroller by the other person I was still apparently with, even though I don't remember who it was. I was looking for money, in any form, around the house. I was looking in dressers, jars... You name it. I was looking for change, so I could buy something. My parents didn't find out I was looking. That's all for this one. I've had a few other dreams that I didn't get to add here yet, so maybe I'll add them eventually.
Non-dream Non-lucid Lucid Dream 1: Prison I'm in a prison cell together with my cousin and a guy we don't know. As far as I can remember, the cell has no furniture whatsoever, though a toilet does appear later. The cell has a rectangular shape, I think it's about 2x4m. My cousin and I are standing on one side, while the other guy is standing on the opposite side. I'm not sure who asks who, but the question gets asked what crime someone committed to be here. The guy proudly admits to having molested a child/children. One of us asks him if he knows what happens in prison to child molesters. Apparently he doesn't. My cousin and I play rock paper scissors. The winner gets to tell him. I throw scissors, my cousin rock. I'm bummed out a little bit. I don't specifically recall beating the guy up, but next time I remember my cousin and I are standing next to the guy while he is huddled up on the ground. A guard comes to check on us, so we move to our own places. We make a distinction between different types of jail apparently. This is [...] and we're not in actual jail yet. Sort of like being in holding, but not exactly. The guard opens the door, which for some reason seems quite small. There's something with my cousin peeing himself and the guy also peeing myself and then my cousin.. or something like that. The guy gets taken away and has an opportunity to change his clothes, while my cousin doesn't. He uses his cap to clean the toilet seat. Still in the prison, I'm taken to the shower area. It's quite crappy. You have to use a bucket to throw water over yourself [similar to what I've had to do in Indonesia for a month]. Some shower drains are clogged, causing a puddle of water to form with some filth in it. I manage to get a shower (about 1m² without a door) which doesn't have that issue. On the second floor there are also showers, placed directly above these. I can tell by the fact that water suddenly falls from the ceiling in bursts. Damnit. I stand next to the shower so I don't get hit. A friend I met while living in Indonesia is also in the shower area. In the same shower area, I've found a shower in a corner. My girlfriend is here. We figure what the hell, we're gonna be in here for a while. She gives me a [censored] I feel the need to be quick, due to the fact that we have no privacy and a guard might walk in any moment. I stay on the lookout. On the other side is another inmate watching us. I don't even care. We wrap it up before we get caught. On the way out of the shower area I see my housemate. He makes a comment about what we just did. I wrote down just a few words after waking up from this dream. I also wrote down 'bucket', but I have no clue why It feels like this is still the prison dream. We're standing outside during the day, quite sunny as well I think. There's a big circustent. I remember a colleague being present and talking about being able to hook people up with tickets to World of Dance because he knows some of the dancers. A girl decides she wants to... tango? salsa? a Latin American couples dance. She puts on music on a boombox and moves over to a grass field which has a steep slope. She and a lot of other girls start dancing, but definitely not in a way that has anything to do with tango/salsa/something. My girlfriend better not ask me to join, cause I'm really not in the mood. Luckily she doesn't want to either. Dream 2: Uhh The details are very vague to me. I'm somewhere, I believe with amongst others classmates from back in Indonesia. There are several buildings close to each other. One of them is flooded, though for some reason we use it as if nothing has happened to it. Since the water is quite high I try to make sure my iPhone doesn't get wet. There are quite a number of people. At some point two cute girls who I apparently know want to walk with my arms around them. Sure I notice a crowd has gathered somewhere and we move in that direction. A girl I know from highschool (really short girl) is beating up a dude over something. I get her to calm down. Fragments » Something with cooking with a group of people. » I'm with a group of people, including one of my lecturers and I think my Indonesian classmate. We are looking at art. » I also wrote down 'timemachine', but again I have no clue about what might have happened.
9.14.15 Last night: DR: I'm in a room with lots of small, one person cabins. Like in a public indoor pool. They have a small bench, few hooks for your clothes where you can change to/from your swimsuit. They all have doors on both sides. I'm being chased by someone who wants to give me a tattoo. I don't want it so he wants to give me a shot to make me compliable. I get away and I'm making turns in this room, going in and out of the cabins to confuse and lose whomever is chasing me. I get an image of Ophelia's tattoo and I think that maybe I would let him give me that. I know I'm safe and I love these types of chase dreams. Exciting, but safe. I somehow end up in different but nearby part of this complex. There are some metal beams where ceiling used to be. I'm walking on them, looking down. It's an old building. It used to be a prison. We ar exploring it with somebody else. I come to a room with water in it and I realize it's a small swimming pool for the inmates. The metal beems are in the water too. As I get into water (I love dream water), I'm brushing against the beams and they are scratchy from tiny dots of rust that has formed all over the metal. The place feels really old. I realize that the inmates were not able to swim in it, only to immerse themselves to fight the heat.
The whole world was coming to an end. Every body around me was panicking and was quickly rushing out the exit freeways to escape the city. The city, one next to a mountain and the freeway, was filled with a wide open space of something I didn't bother to look at. I never looked at it. I just sort of assumed it was filled with tons of people and parked cards with people running all over the face. Moreover, there was a boundary that separated that side of land and the side I was standing on. I didn't cross it, so I just went ahead on with the nearing extinction of human civilization. Before I knew it, I now appeared inside a absurdly crowded jungle filled with what seemed to be an amusement park. I through a quiet building trying to see what I can scavenge to survive longer. Eventually, I found a room that was filled with fearful people, some of which I knew. From what I could tell, most of them didn't know how to survive. I noticed one of them sitting in one of the chairs near one of the exits and until I walked up past them, I realized that it was Jen, or Quynh - whatever. I didn't want to stay with these weak ones and become fearful my whole life. I wanted to go out and and see what I else I could find. I walked back towards the empty exit doorway and walked back in to the jungle. After making it to the river, out of one of the buildings across from me, I see a huge baldly shaped man charging at me with eyes of danger. To my surprise I didn't know what to do. I didn't think it would hurt me. The rest was just a blur. I do remember what happened after. Me and a few other people were inside a red car. The person driving, which I assumed to be a stranger, was driving out in the desert with the intention to kill the man who screwed his wife on a video I saw on the internet(that video was on my mind for a while). When we finally went past his place, he drove past his place and started firing at the wife screwer. Then he fights back. I had my head ducked down to prevent from being shot. I heard shots fired near the door. The driver finally got a hit on him, shot and killed him. I became relived. We made a inspection stop on our way on to a tall bridge surrounded by cops and mountains. We slowly reeled in next to what looked like a prison. The cops were stopping us and told us to get out of the car. That's when I realized that I forgot to take the revolving gun out of the car before we came here. Fortunately, the cop didn't care. He saw the gun and didn't arrest me. However, that wasn't it. There was an attractive looking game center right by the inspect location. Me and the others walked inside to see what we could find. They went along and in to the inner circle of fun while I stayed on the outer side where I spent thinking over my thoughts. The room was lit up by red ceiling lights and multicolored entrance lights. I walked around to see where I could think but I didn't find anything. As the dream was finally starting to come to an end, I became confronted by some evil spirit. It was testing me to see whether or not I am fearful of it. I challenged it by teleporting myself through a series of mind-blogging events that led me in the back yard of my home. I was alone. I ran up to the evil spirit and enraged all of hatred I had for it and released it in to a show of fireworks. What seemed to be an unknown figure was Darth Maul. He wasn't the only evil being, though. I too became one of the evil ones. He didn't like me though. I pulled out a double edged lightsaber, like him, and started waving it at him and his defenses. He had more skill, which caused my lightsaber to split in to 2. I continued fighting and then lost when I threw both of my lightsabers at him and then was attacked by the piercing force of his own saber. I felt the pain. I imagined my body not splitting in to pieces, and it worked. However, when I grabbed a hold of my saber, I through it at him which turned him in to little pieces. I then rushed back to the game center using the teleporter and left the dream because of the burning mark Maul left on me.
I was up late last night working on a project and getting ready for my art history exam (It starts in about 2 hours). I couldn't care less for lucidity tonight but I remembered some NLDs. There was much more detail to these, but I'll have to put it in later if I still remember it. 1.) I was in either Last Airbender or Legend of Korra. The entire dream had the look of the show and even the dream characters were drawn in much the same way that they are on the show. We were in some kind of big hangar bay or something where various characters from the show appeared. I think I remember seeing Toph and Katara, and then Zaheer. I also saw a couple of sky bision fly through the hangar. Later they all left. Then, everything changed into realism. Manei appeared and ask me if I wanted to go to the spirit world with her. I said yes, but I don't recall anything happening after that. 2.) I was preforming a covert operation with my cousins where we had to sneak into a juvenile delinquent facility, get some information, and sneak out. I remember it was huge and built on top of a mountain with cliffs all around so getting out was going to be hard. We were in good with some of the guards so that helped. At one point, we were in a large yard by the cliff-side. They were calling everyone in but we had to find a place we could hide so we could stay in the yard after dark. There was a big brick wall, a Remanent of a destroyed building that was just big enough for all three of us to hide behind. Some kind of prison guard who was psychic caught us though. He turned out to be one of the guards we were in good with and told us we needed to find better hiding spots to carry out this operation. 3.) Something to do with driving my mom to get this skin treatment. She bought this big tray of this brownie cake type dish that was supposed to make her skin look better. There was something to do with taking care of her hair as well.
(March 4, 2015) I drove to a prison in my truck and my little brother was with me. We pulled into a small lot in the back of that was surrounded by woods everywhere except where the prison was. There were other vehicles also parked here. It was about mid afternoon and overcast out, cloudy enough to darken the scene with that gloomy rainy day amount of light. We got out and wanted to go somewhere to eat and decided the fastest way was to go through the prison grounds. We hopped over a part of a fence that had no barbed wire covering it and started walking along the outside walls of the blocks. The prison was made of red brick and the windows were covered from view by white curtains on the inside. The grass was pretty real, and had some dew on it. We walked along the outside of the building till we came to a narrow corridor and walked down it thinking it would lead us there. The ground was now concrete and there were some chain link fences blocking off small areas along the way and there was a few red rustic metal doors along the walls. At the end of this walkway was a T intersection and decided to take the left passage and it ended up leading to the front of the prison. From there we could see a road and a lot of stores and restaurants. Me and my brother went to a McDonalds close to the prison. By now the clouds cleared up and it was a late sunny afternoon. We got food and at first i joined someone else's table but later moved to my own after realizing i was probably invading privacy. Some more people came in and started causing problems and arguing with management about something. Someone brought in diamonds and was trying to sell them. They had small clips on them so they could be clamped to things. I put a few on my ear thinking it wouldn't be noticed and i could bring some home.We finished up and left back through the prison exit we came out of the first time, back into the corridor and saw some of the people who were arguing in the restaurant, except now they were in orange prison clothes being moved around the prison via security guard. It was now night time. Before we made it back to the parking lot out back, a security officer found us and told us we would be in trouble if we didn't leave right now. I was respectful and explained what we were doing and he was not very nice about it but let us leave. When we jumped over the fence he told us to not do anything bad because we were on security camera. He then had a camera in his hands with a big infrared light on top and told us someone has been firing rockets and fireworks. We got back to the parking lot and all the vehicles now were parked facing a different way and had dealership year and model numbers on the windows. Mine was labeled 06-11 and I laughed and said they don't even know the year my truck is. I saw my friend shortly after fire a firework out of what looked like a model spaceship. I followed him back to a van in the parking lot that had a lot of computers and tech in it and he was doing something on the computers. We went back to the truck and the dream ended. Another short one, i was in a dark conference room, and was took of my jacket for a meeting but was woken up as soon as it started. The room was the room for the first key card in outlast.
Date: 1/30/2015 Method: WBTB MILD Total Sleep time??? Dreams remembered 1. I was working a 12 hour shift in a prison like organization. Everyone was mean as hell. A girl was really threatening this guy's ass, but I knew if she did, he would eventually kill her. 2. I was being forced to marry this guy. His family held me captive. They made me lie down and they held me down so he could have sex with me to consummate the marriage, I broke lose and ran. 3. I met a family from Germany. It was a couple with 5 kids. I was talking about how this 1 year old is a genius. Every time I asked her a question, she would answer it with the intellect of Albert Einstein. WBTB fail= 2 points Dreams remembered (3)= 3 points Total points= 5 points Total Competition points= 36 ½ points
This one's from yesterday. Note: I've had a VERY similar dream before, and as I went through this dream, I remembered the last one. The setting was the same. I think this one fluctuated from lucid to non-lucid. I'm in a prison, as an inmate, but this prison's more like some kind of highschool (I don't know why I keep getting highschool dreams, it was years ago ). I recall the last dream (within this one) that I escaped during a riot/party from an enclosed outside area. There are several different keys. In this dream, I'm an underclassman and the seniors accept me as their own (I don't think they know what grade/level I'm in). There's this hippie dude as some kind of leader for the seniors and I make best friends with him. Somehow this dream transitions into police chasing us/shooting futuristic weapons at us in the ruins of some warehouse. I'm with the same group of people running from the cops. One of the cops has 26 illegal assassins somewhere, and he has brought his newest recruit (the 27th). I think they get us, and I woke up.
Updated 12-09-2014 at 09:41 PM by 71799
I was at a bar on a mountain or hill and ended up getting into a fight with some drunk guy. I got arrested for fighting and got sent to the prison I worked at. I was there for a few days while the cops investigated the case. I knew what to do in the prison as an inmate because I had worked there and as I lined up for Medline, all of us inmates got sent into a room. I recognized a lot of people and people recognized me, especially the inmates. After we got dismissed, I went to south housing where the grill was closed. I said "Hey Harold, open up so I can do a round!" He opened the grill and was surprised I was there.
I was laying down listening to music at my dad and sister's house, which was in Venezuela. I got up and went to my car, which was my old Camry, while texting Megan telling her that I wasn't going to move back in with her. The area I was in was poor and run down, and I had my AR15, my Sig in my leg holster, and my Taurus on my cargo pocket. I dumped the car and walked for a while, texting Megan until she fell asleep. Kristy teased me that Megan and I weren't going to get back together. I passed through a part of town that was rich with parkour obstacles, with the buildings made of the same materials that most buildings in NM are made from. I did parkour but having the AR15 on my back made it difficult, making me take some long falls, hurting me a little. Eventually, I went through a door and saw a cop car ahead. I passed him, trying to seem normal even with all the weapons I had on me. I got pulled over and questioned. Still outside, I tried to convince the officers to let me go. The 4 cops started arguing with eachother and I thought about running away but instead, I grabbed my AR15 and opened fire. As I shot my rifle, I noticed the flash from the muzzle and felt the weight of the rifle in my hands. I shot 3 Venezuelan Officers and one civilian, only leaving one officer alive. As we exchanged fire, the area slowly turned into the inside of an important-looking office building. The officer took cover behind a wooden bookcase and as I tried to shoot through the bookcase, the bullets weren't penetrating or doing any damage to the officer. I turned and proceeded through the building, exchanging gunfire with lightly armed police. I ran into an office and took the magazine out of my AR15, put it in my pocket, and struggled to insert a fresh magazine into the magwell. I moved through the building until I reached the entrance to an underground prison, guarded by an officer with an AK. I turned around and started fighting my way out, saying to myself "This better be a dream" as I saw a group of civilians to my left. I did a reality check of my watch, with the time showing 10:08, with working seconds. I cursed to myself saying "How am I gonna get out of this one? I'll get tortured in this prison if I don't" Shortly after, I saw J. Warner, who helped me through the building. I came to the realization that we were spies on a mission. There was a man that I shot in the head several times but only managed to wound him. I woke up shortly after telling Warner I dinked the guy and that he was seriously wounded.
I have a personal conviction not be violent in my LD’s; however, in the LD prior to this one I’m about to describe, I was violent. I guess I got scared, and resorted to violence. This is what happened in the following lucid dream (DEILD): I entered the dream in a highly lucid state. I was inside my log cabin. All the windows were boarded up, and it was dimly lit. I went to the front door to try and open it, but it was locked. There was no furniture, or anything, the cabin was completely empty. The cabin has a vaulted ceiling, with a 2nd storey balcony, that overlooks the living room. I slowly floated up into the vaulted ceiling area, so I could see if the 2nd storey was also boarded up, and it was. Lowering myself back down to the first floor, I thought to myself, “Am I on a LD ‘time out’ for misbehaving in my previous LD?” Is this some sort of punishment? I’ve always been able to fly right through walls, doors, ceilings, and objects, so I thought I’d be tricky and blast right through the ceiling at a high speed, and breakout of this prison. I prepared for the escape by looking uninterested for a few seconds. With great speed I shot upwards towards the ceiling, only to find that I came to an abrupt stop, buried in complete darkness, and unable to move. I wormed and squirmed, but I was immobilized. Feeling total frustration, I woke myself up.
Updated 10-06-2014 at 08:03 PM by 71173
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