All DJ Entries

Last Nights Dream

I'm in a Hospital, I'm not sure why but I'm ill. I walk down a corridors and come to a room where there is a boy in a wheelchair, I look at him and then I go into a shop, I forget what I go in the shop for and the owner says "what do you want?" I say "ummmmm..you got any of those things for a sore throat?" I see some herbals and a Woman says "what tooth for?" Lol I think "uhhhh!!" and say "the back left" she says "these are what you want" and she throws me a packet of herbals.
I have now gone back to bed but all the beds have disappeared apart from mine, they now bring in lots of baby cribs, people are lying on the floor wrapped up in blankets, these people all have a disease and are all being sick, it's really thick, cheesy like sick all different colours..it's totally gross . I'm walking in sick, I can smell it and it's getting all over me. I see a woman lying on the floor wrapped in a blanket, she is about 40 or so and has beautiful black hair it's in a up-do style, she looks old fashioned and I hold her hand and I say "it's ok, you can go now" she then dies but then comes back to life again, this happens about 4 times before she actually dies. I now look for the boy in the wheelchair, he's sad. I now sit and paint with a red pen which turns black aswell which I find a little odd, he comes but goes again ((the boy in the wheelchair that is)).

I had this dream when I was five and have had the same dream three times after. The last time I had it was eight years ago. I am now nineteen.

This dream starts out in a beautiful forest somewhere. The sun is shining through the tall trees (which is rare since 99% of my dreams are cloudy during the daytime). The only sounds are that of the grass beneath my feet as I walk and the soft rustling of the tree branches in the wind.

I'm walking through said forest when I come across two wooden doors standing by themselves near the edge of a darker part of the forest. The door on the left slowly opens.

Through the left door is an arcade with a lot of people in it. This room seems packed to maximum capacity, yet the people there walk around with ease. I take one step towards the left door when the right door begins to open.

Through the right door is a boardwalk amusement park with not so many people. There are a lot of concession stands and game stands but the only ride visible is the ferris wheel right at the edge of the boardwalk.

I enter through the right door. Instantly, I am surrounded by my family (five, including me) who are all smiling at me. I smile back and look to the ferris wheel. Behind it, the sun is setting on the horizon. The water reflects the sun, making the view even more beautiful.

The dream skips to where my family and I are in one of the cars on the ferris wheel and we are slowly ascending to the top of the ferris wheel. We get to the very top and the ferris wheel stops. My family is still smiling as I turn from them to look at the sunset once again. I turn back and they're gone... but not only them. All of the people who I saw at the boardwalk have disappeared. The sound of the rustling trees is still clearly heard. All alone, I stare off into the sunset. I begin to cry.

I wake up with tears streaming down my face.

To this day, I don't know if I was crying because I was alone, because of the beauty of the sunset, or both.

- The world was ending or being taken over by these evil beings. I switched perspective a couple times to different people. First I was in a room with a time bomb and a couple other people, we had some sort of plan we were supposed to carry out. But there was a false fire alarm, and they all ran out and left me locked inside. It was a small room high up in a castle with a table, a bit of other furniture, a rug, and one open window. The bomb had a bit over 2 minutes left.

I looked out the window and saw the ground far below. I was directly above the front door. There were people flying everywhere as well as colourful magic swirling around. I saw my mom on the ground and yelled to her. She didn't hear me, and I yelled again. She looked up. I asked her if I could drop the bomb right down outside the window, because there was no one directly below me and I would die soon otherwise. She said no. I was like "okay...I love you...?" She turned away without speaking.

I laid face down on the floor, figuring it would explode any second. I was debating with myself whether it would be better to lay very close to the bomb or as far away as I could. I ended up settling around the middle. I knew in the back of my mind that I would switch to another person's perspective once I died, but I was hoping it wouldn't hurt too much. After laying there for a bit it didn't do anything, so I kind of forced it with my mind. I imagined the timer counting down the last couple seconds, then it exploded. I was flung through the air, through the wall and outside. I wanted to die on impact so I sort of forced it again by imagining myself smashing into the ground really hard. I felt a crunch but it didn't hurt.

Then I found myself in a room in a house with 2 rows of folding chairs against one wall that was supposedly like a ghetto movie theatre. I was with a couple people, and knew we'd been brought together because we'd all been hurt badly by this evil guy and forced to get high which was bad for some reason. We might have also been toys. There was a sort of Toy Story theme going on with this section. Anyway, others kept coming to us that he hurt as well. A talking baby came in. We had to go to her room nearby for some reason, and on the way she was asking if we were actually bad. I said no. Her room was very pink and dimly lit. We sat on the floor for a while and I comforted her, then carried her back to the chair room. There was some sort of discussion about getting a good seat jokingly, and someone said all the seats were bad.


- I had something wrong with my stomach or something and had to get some kind of surgery. While I was under anaesthetic I had a weird dream (in the dream) then woke up kind of disoriented and it was done. I had to take it easy for a while because it was sore, and also it made me suddenly gain 25 pounds. I looked in the mirror, I was wearing a yellow tank top and PJ pants (same as I went to bed in) but was quite a bit bigger, more than 25lbs bigger I'd say. I still remember the feeling, it felt really odd since I've always been around the same size. I was unhappy and thought of the upcoming lolita meet.

Became awake, but eyes are still closed. I tried to remember what my dream was. I keep seeing a blank sheet. I felt sadness or loneliness.

The other night I had a dream about this guy who I believed to be the love of my life (sounds cheesy, I know). I can't remember much of it because I have a terrible memory. About half way through my shift at work I started crying because I started remembering my dream and quickly realised he wasn't real; I'd never find him again.. It was a sad day.

Anyhow, there were three parts of the dream I remember:
1 - He was sitting amongst a group of people in one of those fold up chairs that you would take to the beach or something. He had blondy/brown shaggy hair and although I can't remember his face, boy was he amazing. I remember us just looking at each other and giving small smiles. His brother was in a chair too; he had short black spiky hair. I'm so frustrated I can't remember more..

2 - The second bit I remember is me and my mum sitting in chairs across from him and his brother over a glass table outside. It reminded my of the one at my dads, but it wasn't. We were talking about the gig I'm going to today actually, but in the dream it was coming up. My mum asked if they were playing at the gig and they said they weren't, they were just coming to see. This made sense to me because it's near where we live and heaps of people are coming to it cause it's a really good local line-up. Anyhow, he and his brother were in a band though. It wasn't focused on what type of music or anything, it was just a fact as if it was something I knew for a while.

3 - The last scene I remember, although I know a lot more happened within the dream, was me standing near a bus stop or the side of the road for some unknown reason. It was bright and green and just beautiful. The place reminded me of those American movies in the suburbs where huge green trees line the streets. I can't remember too much of this part cause I'm getting it confused with another. He was there with me and he kissed me. And it was the most amazing first kiss in the world, and just felt natural and not dramatic and stuff.. It was perfect

So, for those of you who care to know, this is why I'm on this site. I want to learn to LD so that I might be able to see him again.. I want to remember what his face looks like, I want that place with him to be an escape.
Call me crazy.

I was the son of a king, living on planet Bodrum. Because the king was my father, I was appointed the squad leader of planetary defence squad #2 and made a General Major. There were two squads defending the planet overall, both with around 20 warriors. We were at war with another planet whose name I can't remember, but they used red mechs while ours were black. Yeah, there were mech battles. Our weapons were blue energy beams and hand to hand combat (fuck yeah).
We were fighting over a mineral called Bodrium that was found on the orbit of our planet. It was important for some reason.
Anyways. We landed on a nearby planet with the King and squad #2. We had a massive battle against the red mechs (who we called "women"), and when we left the King refused to take me onboard his transport shuttle. He told me he needed me in important affairs and if someone shot down the shuttle it'd be bad.
Eventually me and the King were alone at a canyon-area on Bodrum. He challenged me to a training duel. He was a super skilled guy, he was kicking my ass at hand to hand mech combat, until I managed to slip a grenade in a notch in his torso. It exploded and disabled his mech. The king looked incredibly surprised. He called me to him, unable to move, and started telling me a story.
First he asked me, in a voice which was if like he had difficulties talking,
"Do.. you know how many children I have?"
I say, "no"
"29."
At this point I realize what a pimp he is, holy shit. He then continues, his voice is getting more broken by the minute.
"Do you know how my last child fought... he attacked me for 25 minutes and then I defeated him with a single blow.. but you.. you forced me to attack for 35 minutes and I was defeated in the end.. there's a prophecy that was once told to me. "Wait for the 29th child to claim your throne". Seems it was right.. *coughes blood*"
I realize the grenade I had set had also mortally wounded the King and he was going to die soon.
"You're... the new... King now.."
And then he died. Right after that, I saw several ambulances arrive, with cyborgs jumping out and asking if his heart is beating, if he is breathing, I tried to do CPR but failed.
The dream jumps to the next day. I see my squadmates mourning over his death, everyone is. The markings on my shoulder pads have changed from two stripes to three, indicating I was the King now.
I woke up crying.

Along the dream, there was a side-story of me having a secret relationship with a squadmate who was a hot chick, which continued over the course of the dream, between important plot points.

These dreams were extremely vivid this time. I was really amazed by how vivid. I remembered every single detail of the dreams right when I woke up, but gradually forgot most detail until writing some key notes.

This vividness perhaps has to do with getting very close to successfully WILDing at bedtime before the dreams. My heart started beating really fast when I was this close, and I couldn't calm it down, so I decided to stop and ask at the forums the next day and went to sleep naturally, and TA-DA! Super vivid dreams, much more than I've had in a long while.

It kinda sucks that I happened to fall asleep in the middle of the night in a not as good as super happy mood because that would've been really great, being that these dreams were super vivid. But no, both or all of them were kind of that awkward helpless and self-conscious doing stupid things feeling I sometimes get in social situations when I'm not feeling super happy and confident like I want to.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I am in Art Class with Mr. Gamble in the print-making room (not in the room where you paint and print and apply acid, but the other room where you draw mostly). The room is full of students, some of them are standing up, some are sitting down, some are sitting down on impractical objects. I am sitting down on the table near the center, but slightly close to the rack in the corner of the room. I am swinging my legs around, minding my own business, doing nothing, just sitting there and observing or daydreaming a little bit. Lauren, Liz, and Bruce are nowhere to be found thank goodness for me in my waking reality looking back.

Mr. Gamble asks me about something, an assignment that I need to get done, this part of the dream probably associated with my anxiety IWL about completing the pop-up art. I apologize to him and say I'll get it in for sure on time. I begged god not to let him over-talk like usual. Thankfully, after asking me about that thing he walks away. I think he tells something to the class but I wasn't listening. Then I think he walks out the door.

Ms. Taylor is now in the classroom. Then I watch my brother come into the classroom. He has some friends waiting outside the door, the same and more friends as in the dream I had the previous night. He asks Ms. Taylor is he could go out to the food places down the street, as if Ms. Taylor was our mom. I don't question this at all. All I could think about at this point is coming with him. Ms. Taylor says "Yeah, go ahead." I say I will go with them. Then Josef leaves out the door not even noticing me there. I am hesitant to follow them now because it would be weird. Ms. Taylor says "well, go?." I feel rushed and embarrassed, and angry at Ms. Taylor for being angry at me. I run out the door to the hallway and I look down the hall towards staircase A. I see my brother walking back and from a distance, holding a pizza form or box or something, he tells Ms. Taylor that there's a group pizza thing and asks if he could buy it for him and his friends. She says yes, and he starts running back towards staircase A, into the distance. I wasn't able to ask him if I could go with him, and for that I feel frustrated and bad. He didn't notice me standing there speechless and waiting to speak at all! It's like I wasn't even there the whole time! Well I don't think that, I'm really just having vague 'forever alone' thoughts and feelings come to me. I impulsively follow him. Everyone is wearing light winter coats. It is snowing very lightly, and there is snow about a foot and a half deep on the other side of the drive in road of the school on the side toward the park, while the snow in the main grass area in the middle is also either about a foot deep, deeper, or lightly buried that you can see some grass. As I am walking toward my brother leaving the school and starting up to the middle area, I am playing with my cellphone, and it makes a loud noise that I don't even recall now from reading my notes. Then I am playing with some kind of thin chord from my cellphone that could be a part of a headphone. I trip and fall into the snow as I cross the drive in road toward the park, and hide in the snow, for the first time noticing and watching my brother play snowball fight. I then notice that the sliding part of the cellphone and the thin chord has submersed into ice cold snow, and am worried that it will break. I somehow check if it still works. Then I continue watching my brother. I feel left out, and want to reach out to him but he is so far away, and if I did, it would be awkward and embarrassing.

Then I wake up.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

This next dream I only clearly remember the part with Liz eating a butterfly. The rest is a very foggy memory of being on a bus with some awkward moments among friends that I blame on myself.

I'm not sure if we were also on a bus at this part or not, but it appeared to be a dark, small or hidden, location. I am there with Lauren and Liz. Liz is sitting on a bench or some higher seat above me and Lauren, and Lauren and I are looking slightly up at her. I don't see Lauren face very often in this fragment. Both of our eyes are focused on just Liz. I actually remembered completely clearly every single word and a phrase that stood out, that Liz said to us, and our responses. We are talking about butterflies for some reason. Liz says she hates butterflies, and starts eating one. We see her eating one, but it's like a thought form imagination that we each share or something, because none of us think she is actually eating a butterfly. The butterfly looked a little foggy as well. Then, to tease us even more, Liz uses a Harry Potter wand she had laid out beside her and casts and quick spell to manifest a real butterfly. It was a very large butterfly - noticing after waking up from the dream - but none of us questioned the size, we all knew it was real. She slowly starts eating the butterfly, tearing off the wing material from it's stems, one area by one. My and Laurens' reactions to this include super sad partially fake crying, yelling, "NO!!"'s, "STOP IT"'s, and EWW's. I am feeling very sad seeing this happen. In the end, she tore off 3 sections of the left wing. We were all so sad. The butterfly was very beautiful and very still while this was going on. It looked like a monarch, but was blue.

Observation: I seem to unknowingly control the situation in the dream by having hopes about something and worries about something. Ie: With Mr. Gamble, he rarely ever stop talking in real life, but in this dream I really wanted him to not talk so much as he does, and somehow felt like I had a bit of control over this by commanding it in my mind, and it worked! Maybe if I learn to notice these control coincidences and increased law of attraction in dreams, I will be able to recognize I can control things much more easily and thus have a lucid dream.

I had a lucid last night, it might have ranked among my top ten best lucids. Enjoy. :3

I was in the 8th grade hall of my school, having a conversation with a friend about, ironically, lucid dreaming. The dismissal bell had rung; everybody, in colorful clothes, was heading downstairs via the double staircase and to the door beside of it. My friend departed, and I didn't pay attention to where he was going, but by the looks of it, he was going to fall down the stairs.

I was shortly outside, walking on the path to the bus loop that went along the mostly glass side of the school. Somewhere along the way I met another friend, distinguishable from his ethnicity and his green coat. Also, along the way, I became lucid. I continued walking, to prevent myself from getting too excited.

I marveled at how real everything was, everything was so accurate. I took this path every day for two years, and I'm still walking it this year, but I was still very impressed. Even the ditch that had been recently filled in, only this week, was accurate. The only flaws were a giant dollar weed growing next to the filled in ditch, and the lack of chalk paintings beneath my feat.



I was now on the asphalt road to the bus loop. Garbage trucks and other kinds of large trucks parked here. The light dimmed, mist seeped in around the sides of of the building and the surrounding forest. I just went along with it. My initial lucidity is usually followed by some sort of event that seemed to try to knock me back into non lucidity, usually I give in. Not this time.

"He's coming," I heard somebody whisper. Sound's just about right, it always seems to be a DC trying to confront me.

The basket ball court, a way's away, expanded to the size of a football field, and I was on top of it. The mist turned into a dark gray fog. I saw a dash at the fog's edge, chasing somebody.

It was really fast, like a ninja. According the the blur, the attacker was white with blonde hair, and he throws his arms back and leans forward at he runs.

I run around aimlessly, hoping for a sigh of the dream character. While running, I stuck a hand out and barely caught a pen, being thrown like a knife, from hitting another DC on the field. I smirked and said something incoherent, as it was hard to focus. I hadn't come derailed at all from the dream; concentration was just a little rough. I ran in pursuit of the attacker.

At some point, I stumbled, and as I caught my self from the fall, a rather late idea emerged;

I should stabilize the dream!

(Author's note: If you're one of those people who like music while reading about fights, I'd recommend this.)

"Anchor dream," I managed to blurt out. The dream immediately stabilized by at least five times. It had already been realistic; but it was like I was playing a video game, now I was actually there. I noticed after stabilized that my vision was about to black out before. I suppose I caught my fall more ways than one.

A swift force dropped me to the ground and rolled me over, and the attacker was standing on top of me, a short, pointed stick pulled back in his left hand, and a dragon shaped kazoo held less then a foot from my face in his right.

Perfect.

I moved the kazoo aside with a forearm, feeling it's jagged wooden texture, the feelings of the spikes on the dragon kazoo were that of the dull edge of a wooden cube.

The attacker, no older that thirteen, thrust his stick forward, towards my chest. As I intercepted, I noticed from the feeling of his momentum that he was only applying brute force and no technique other than a few fancy stances. Many principles of waking life combat are not present in lucid dreaming, needless to say. But I could name a few.

The dream character I was fighting was fast, but within limit. I kept his arms away from his center so he lacked protection and so he would take longer to recover. I disarmed him from his stick by drawing a circle with his wrist, and I made it burst into flames by setting my hand on fire. I reached out towards him with my flaming hand and he scampered back ten feet, and I stood up.

The dream transitioned to a bedroom, lit by a window. The ceiling was slanted, it was part of the roof. The boy who attacked me was sitting in a corner for reason, and I made him vanish on a whim. I contemplated on flying through the window, wondering if I would fit. The corners of my vision began fading quickly. My single attempt to re-stabilize the dream failed, and I blacked out into the insides of my eyelids, which I opened. I did a reality check using the digital clock on my dresser. I was awake.

But then I fell asleep again, and I can recall some dream about a squad of seven jet fighters that ended sadly with a nuke and them all being incinerated.

So that was cool.

im in a group of peaple and we are all sopost to get married but we married the wronge peaple. so we could throw the peaple chasing us off were cornerd by them and theirs no were ealse to go so the girl there told the guy to call is actual girl he was sopost to marry so she could tell them were she is so the bad guy would go after them she aswers the phone and said somthing like she selling hot dogs with her dad and might be going to college the guy keeps asking questions beacuse he thinking she cant be happy without me.the bad guys are closing in.

I'm in a hospital.
The colours are those revolting cream, peach, and off white tones that are always present in hospitals and old folks homes. There is a grandmother, not my own in real life but i feel as if I am her granddaughter or grandson. She is an old white haired woman. Her husband passed away some time ago and she seems to have unstable alzheimer's, as she occasionally remembers where she is and what time she's in. This is almost a tear jerker for me.
She is in for an operation. She carries with her her late husband's hats as comfort. She wears one hat and refuses to take it off, or swaps them; when she remembers where she is, she places the hats back, knowing that he is gone.

I only have vague fragments where I was sitting in the principals office, ratting on some people. The culprits were sittting in front of me, so everything was awkward. They looked sad and scared.

1-2/4/11

Entry reads like that of a fragmented dream, but was written right after waking from it. In the dream I saw both good and bad outcomes in this experience, I guess my split personality, the nature of my love for her and her actions towards me, may be a factor.

3:22 am
Its weird, I was in a world with Georgia, and things just seemed... right. There was a oneness about it, I was trusting, as was she... Fragments... Down a path with her, path getting darker, bright light for a few hundred metres, then darkness (metaphor for my relationship with her?)... holding her, confronting her, one face is a devil that hates but another face is soothing and loving... The words I wanted to hear "I still love you" and the words I dread "Nothing between us".... I don't know, this one left me on the verge of tears but also happy. Mixed emotions messing me up right now...

In my dream, I was hiding from something. I don't know what, but I had a lot of animals with me, and as the dream progressed, I realized they were pokemon. I know for certain I at least had a vaporeon with me. I was in a house with brownish walls, and cement floors. I remember feeling like I had left a lot behind, most likely at my house, as the place I was in seemed to be a shelter of some form. At some point, I got in my car and picked some body up. There were more pokemon outside when I returned, and I brought them in. I believe one was eevee, the un-evolved form of vaporeon.

The house I was in had large windows in the roof (really, what a bad shelter), and I remember making a snide remark about some form of apocalpyse that was supposed to happen, which I just didn't believe. Suddenly, the sky went dark, and bright purple lights zoomed across the sky, then there was an explosion. Everything shook, and I held my pokemon to me, looking up at the sky from where I was hunched in a corner. Some of my family was with me. It began to rain, flood really. I was very frigthened, and called my boyfriend who is attending school hours away from me. some one else answered, and I was very aggravated, they wouldn't let me speak with Justin. Finally, I had to hang up and run. I gathered all of my pokemon up and with my family ran to my car. We drove for a while then met up with my sister, who is pregnant in reality, and in the dream.

She mentions that her husband has been separated from her, and is holding my nephew. Electricity is lost, and apparently the continents have shifted, resulting in families being broken up. I remember feeling deep despair. Eventually, I think I lost all of the pokemon except for Vaporeon. It is still raining, and now I see my sister, holding her son, sitting by a very large grave. She says it is that of her child, though I remember thinking that was odd, since she was still pregnant, and was holding her only other child.

Details go blurry for a bit, but then I remember it being much later, and some one is talking to me in a lab of some sort. He is holding something that resembles a large canteen for water, except for it is glass, and there is a skull inside. He tells me that the skull came in through the windows in a mudslide, and it made sense to me that the skull was that of my dead niece/nephew, so I took it to my family, who are at the grave still, which is undisturbed, and no one is dead, and proclaim that I have found part of the body. Generally, everyone accepts this, and goes about what they were doing. I don't remember if my brother-in-law was ever heard from again...It was just a very odd dream. Opinions?

Both these dreams were intensely romantic without being sexual. The first one was in late November or early December 2010. Several people at work were all standing near my desk having a bit of a heated discussion. "A" and I frequently work together to get things done and often have to deal with attitudes from these other people. We were both starting to become a little stressed over the behavior of these other co-workers when suddenly, "A" comes over to me and we give each other the most loving and tender hug, better than any I've had in real life.
This 2nd dream was on December 9, 2010 (yeah, I remember the date!). This time "A" is standing behind me with his arms around me. In the dream we'd both come to the realization that we want to be together but in real life, we are both married to other people. He also has 2 children. Suddenly, he put his head down on my shoulder and started to cry. I knew he was crying because of what a divorce would do to his children and his relationship with them (they are very young). I reached up and touched his face and said "Don't worry, "A." Everything is going to be OK." End of dream.

a
In order to encourage better dream events I have only been journalizing memorable dreams and these two sure count. Only a few times (6 or less) have I been someone else, may be 3 where I have been the other gender (female) but this is the first time I have switched gender in the dream and realized it while it was happening.

December 28 Morning.
Dream 1: Poison
I am in some sort of a science laboratory working with other people. We are talking about unimportant stuff when a guy walks in and I take him for being mean since he is looking hard and mean at our group. He just glares and then walks out. I abruptly leave the conversation and follow the guy down the elevated walkway in a cool looking scientific type building. He walks into an office and I wait and then walk in after him but the secretary stops me. I tell her I have to see him but she says I need an appointment, while not even looking at me. I bend down and swing her chair so my face is over her shoulder where we are both looking away. I say sternly "look, unless you want what he has been using, I suggest you do as I say..." and I trail my fingers seductively over her face "I know you want to help me" and I brush her hair from her forehead and kiss her there. I thought about sex but this was no time for that, I was on a mission here. Then I stormed out of the office. I went to a indoor basketball court where there were a dozen little glass tubes with red or blue poison in them laying on the hardwood floor. The bad guy walked in after me and looked a bit angry and surprised. At this point I felt as though I was playing the part of a woman. I picked up one if the tiny glass tubes and threatened to break them all depriving him of his powerful poison unless he promises to stop using this poison. He looks calm and says "no" as if to say "go ahead break them all see if I care." So I start breaking them by smashing them on the floor. When I pick up the last one I say "this is it!" and I go to break it and he shouts "stop! ...ok."
We know what has to be done and I have to walk him to his firing and other stuff up stairs. Still playing the woman we are supposed to be a couple or so he wants to be and this is a great cover so that no one suspects anything and tries to free him from his fate. I roughly grab his hand and try to position it like a couple would have it. I know I am a guy but am playing this woman too, I feel I can do both and that this won't affect my male identity in the least, still it feels strange. He looks scared and is doomed, there's no way out for him now.
I wake not knowing what he had coming that was so bad. I committed it to memory.


Dream 2: The Between Worlds Family.

I drove up to a diner/small restaurant place with only 3 cars in the lot, "I wonder if it's open." It's cold outside and I marvel at how real this feels and how vivid the colors are. Inside there is a smell of cooking and food and the air is nice and warm. It is open and there are a few customers. Though I was not totally lucid I knew this was a dream place and there was little use of getting any food so I looked around for what to explore. A door in the ceiling seemed to beg me to explore it. Looking up at it I saw a staircase looking like it was partially matter, blinking on and off in a misty hazy form. Naturally I walked up it into an attic. It was dark and its floor had no flooring just insulation between the boards but then I saw some flash of something. I looked harder and saw a flash of a floor, of a room. I walked up into the dark attic fully to investigate this. Walls started to flash into reality then I concentrated and focused on these things flashing into existence. The place started to take shape, whole rooms showed up, well lit with furniture, hardwood floors with rugs and carpeting. Then a humanoid shape started to flash in front of me. It was a little scary for a second. I focused on it but it had walked off. I went in the empty attic to where it was going and tried to focus and then a room appeared in ghostly flashes and in it a father, the mom, and a young boy. They knew I was there and wanted something from me. "What could they want from me, how can they even see me?" The man approached in his ghostly form "We want you to know we exist." I felt sorry for them, unseen and a little fearful. I thought about why they were up here and I heard "Because they are down there," being that there was too much going on down stairs that they didn't want to live with. They had a little home up here above the diner but it was unseeable to the people down there and the family seemed afraid the diner would come up into their living space and thus push them out. I felt sorry for the family and floated down through the ghostly floor and the diners ceiling into the dinner and out the front door.
It felt goo to be away from that partially real/unreal/between worlds home/attic, though as I stood in the parking lot I remembered being here before but it went a little differently. The first time I had seen some shapes and a ghostly form and got spooked and left.
I forgot to to commit this to memory and recalled this during the first posting above. I was just too sleepy to record this dream in any way at the time.