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Detail: 141 words.

Down the Stairs:
I'm in a hallway that reminds me of my elementary school, approaching a door on my left.
When I go in, it looks more similar to a classroom from highschool or college.
Whiteboard at the front, desks in rows across from it.
I'm meeting a group for Dungeons and Dragons club.
...
I'm in an apartment, similar to where I used to play Dungeons and Dragons in waking life.
X was there playing, most likely the others from my current DnD group were too.
...
I'm going down some stairs in a dungeon. I'm looking at a map that shows the layout.
There are stairs going down with landings at each level. There is a half-circle shaped divot in the wall at each stop, maybe 6 feet wide in diameter, with a cut into the stone below forming a basin.

Pretty decent recall this morning, but I was a bit lazy with writing stuff down

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I was walking through my local forest with an old college friend named Abbie, looking for creatures. We didn't find anything, so we walked out to the nearby walkway just outside. The overall scenery was very familiar and normal, though the forest was a little more bumpy than usual. Out on the walkway was an abandoned building, which was large and noble from the outside. However, inside was broken and messy, with large holes in the floor that peered down into a huge open void. Arceus from Pokemon was up on the ground floor, but didn't do much before vanishing due to a distraction with a dragon down in the hole. My step father headed down to fight the dragon, and Trump soon followed. Trump gets an unlucky descension and gets his body stuck in a toilet - only his head and neck are poking out from inside the toilet bowl. I tried to help him, but he had already drowned before I could do anything. I left the building with Abbie and was immediately swarmed by an endless army of mice knights storming from the right. We ran towards them and cut across right again to find another avenue to escape from. Unfortunately, more armies cut off our every choice of direction until they caught up with us and surrounded us. I then woke up

On May 14th 2012 I had my first induced lucid dream, exactly seven days after I had discovered lucid dreaming and began researching it. Today is my seventh day since returning to lucid dreaming, and I wish I could say I had a positive experience after my first week back. However, today was a nightmare as I attempted and failed a WBTB. I woke up 4 hours after I had fallen asleep, scribbled down today's dreams, and then went back to bed 30 minutes later. Whatever I did this morning absolutely killed my recall, but at least I managed to pull something from it

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I started off in a massive outdoor gymnasium, with huge slanted trampolines connecting to large foam pits. It was dark, and the only sources of light were the dim lights surrounding the area. There seemed to be a competition going on between two school friends - one of which was Tom, but not from the previous dream. I decided to go into the entrance of the forest outside my house, which was nearby this outdoor gymnasium. I spoke to my friend Reece about the poor performance of the contestants in the competition, After finishing the brief conversation with Reece, I walked up to a nearby house - it was still dark outside, and the house seemed to be abandoned but in good condition, albeit a little untidy. I walked through the front door, which was open when I arrived, and looked up the stairs that were immediately viewable from the porch. There was a dim light on at the top of the stairs, and suddenly a beautiful, older Asian woman appeared at the top of the stairs, wearing a silky, white night dress. Although she had long black hair, she was too old to be the girl from the previous dreams. She seemed to be struggling with something, so I offered to help her by carrying her empty bin outside for her. She seemed thankful, then I woke up to my alarm

This is all I could remember, all of which came from the 15 minutes or so of REM sleep that I had before my alarm went off. The construction outside started earlier than usual so it made it very difficult to get back to sleep to perform the WBTB. Perhaps this is why my recall was so terrible, as the dreams should have been much more vivid at that point, but unfortunately I couldn't remember anything when I woke up from the second half of my sleep

Recurring elements:
-School
-Local forest

Notes:
-Went to bed at 2:50am and set an alarm for 7am. I got up shortly after, which gave me about 15-20 minutes of REM sleep and enough to extract a few dream fragments for today's entry. I went back to sleep at 7:30am, performed some unsuccessful mantras and woke up at 12pm with nothing to extract
-Although the dreams at 7am were fresh, I wouldn't consider them vivid
-I will not try WBTB again until the construction is finished

Unfortunately, my excellent recall from yesterday didn't quite continue, but I managed to get enough to fill over half an A4 page in notes. I'm starting to think these poor recall attempts are challenges that will benefit me and really exercise my brain in the morning. Perhaps they are a blessing in disguise, and I'll go further in a shorter amount of time with such intense recall attempts each morning

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

The earliest moment I could recall was taking the bus from a road just outside my house, yet again stressing about arriving on time. Upon arriving at my destination, seemingly after a fade-to-black teleport, I began a fashion class and was seated next to a girl with long black hair. She seemed to be the same girl from the first dream of this series, only her aura was more confident and a little intimidating due to her beauty. She also had more makeup on, which I suppose is fitting for a class about fashion. I'd like to think she resembles a Chinese girl my friends didn't get along with, they called her 绿茶, or "Green Tea Bitch". Once the class ended, I took a bus into the local village nearby to buy some snacks. I never actually entered the shop, and in retrospect, I realize now that the shop was in the wrong location compared to IRL. My dad came to pick me up from the village, and he took me back to where the class was held, only now it was a chef-related job. I had to work with my dad and some teenaged guy, who I was furious at and almost started a fight with. I hated the way he acted, but the details are blank. I got too frustrated to stay in this kitchen/classroom hybrid, so I left back to the village again, only this time my friend Louis was waiting to pick me up in his car. I got in, and we travelled down a short road before I suggested we turn right into a car park, but he mentioned that it's no longer free to park there, so we turn left instead. Louis suddenly decided to make an extremely unsafe left turn in the middle of the road, almost crashing into a black car with an older man inside. The man was furious, but I tried to calm him down with an apologetic gesture through the window. Louis finally continued to drive and take a right turn on to a main road, as the dream began fading into a lost fragment or the end of my sleep cycle

I vaguely remember a fragment of a dream where I talked about Pokemon in a dark, ground floor office lobby. It could fit right after the fashion class, as I believe the person I was talking to was a black haired girl

After 30 minutes of fighting against the yet again continuing construction in the morning, I managed to pull together these fragments and stitch them into what feels like a chronological order. I went out in the afternoon after writing my notes down, and made sure to do many reality checks during my bus journey, which seems to be a common dream element for me now

Recurring elements:
-School
-Family, home
-Local area
-Black haired girl for the second time in a week
-Stressful bus journey on time constraints. Stress in general is common it seems
-Getting angry at someone for the second time

Notes:
-Fell asleep just before 2am and woke up at 9:30, began intense recall at 9:50 and was done by 10:30
-Dreams were not very vivid, but good effort at recall has stuck them in my brain

Finally some decent recall, although still somewhat disturbed by loud construction, and likely poor sleeping habits too. These notes took up an entire A4 page, which is the largest dream recall effort since restarting

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

As far back as I could recall, I was starting off in my living room at home, standing on the stairs and watching an embarrassing clip of a speech or performance from my old school days. I got off the stairs and decided to play with my dog on the sofa and carpet for a little while. Eventually, I found myself at the beach on another organized trip with Nat, from a previous dream. I saw the entire area from a birds eye view, and instead of the usual stony beaches of Brighton, it was a cartoonishly bright yellow beach, with a lush cyan ocean. There were large, old, stone-grey buildings inland. I hung out with Nat for a while, but I can't remember exactly what we did together.

Before I knew it, I ended up in an apartment I apparently owned, which was located on my Grandmother's road, but somehow within reach of Brighton Beach. The apartment was a little messy, as if it had just been sold with all the furniture untouched, and it was quite dark and gloomy inside. Instead of being with Nat at this point, I was with an old school friend named Tom. I found a wild boar in the kitchen, with its head stuck in a wooden board that was painted as a gnome, with its a hole cut-out where its face would go, like something you'd find at an amusement park. I informed Tom that the boar needed help being freed, and he came to assist me. He tried yanking the boar's head out, but I suggested we try pulling it from its body instead, as it would fit through the hole much more easily. We slipped the boar out, and it bit me as it frantically escaped and began charging around the kitchen in panic. I came up with the idea to open all doors leading from the kitchen to the front door, so that it had a path to escape, but it didn't seem to work. I headed outside, where I found myself at the entrance to the large, stone-grey buildings I had seen from a bird's eye view, and forgot about the boar, waiting with Tom for Nat to text me back about meeting up. She didn't reply, so I headed out to find somewhere to eat, which was conveniently next to the building complex. I headed between a red and white circus tent on the beach, and the building I had just left, up a wide avenue that eventually connected to an equally wide building. Inside was a long stretch of red and gold carpet, with a counter at the end run by one male and one female staff members. Instead of ordering food, which seemed to be a buffet of some sorts, I headed back out to the main square by the building complex, and called Nat, who didn't pick up.

I headed to a supermarket called Asda, to pick up an insulin shot for my dog (or perhaps the boar?), which began a stressful journey to safely deliver the exposed and delicate syringe, I saw the exact same bird's eye view from earlier, and then found myself in a classroom when it faded. I noticed Tony, a famous advertiser from a Chinese company named LC Sign, getting bullied by a nerd named Matt, who was a classmate of mine alongside Tom many years ago. Matt had said something that really upset Tony, who was now flailing and on the verge of tears. After seeing this, I approached Matt from behind and pushed him down to his chair, and then furiously threatened to rip his head off. He didn't seem to acknowledge my presence, so I left the classroom and landed back at the main square by the beach. I got on to a bike and continued my stressful quest to deliver the exposed syringe, which seemed to be located at the buffet from earlier. I cycled down the long avenue, across the red carpet and dismounted at the counter where the same two staff members began to get agitated that I wasn't buying anything. The female worker, who was fairly young and wearing glasses, demanded that I pay £100 for wasting time. The male worker, who was a little older, stepped in to defend me and dismiss the accusations.

I left the buffet for a second time, and found myself in the square yet again. This time, Nat actually responded to me and I met up with her outside the science block of my old school, where I showed her a video that broke down the design of the building my apartment was located in. It showed a long, narrow strip of rooms connected, and mine was at the end. The male narrator informed us that my room was called "Warren House", and a 3D render of the narrow strip of rooms was animated as it broke it down to explain. The dream then ended with a third and final bird's eye view of the area, exactly the same as the prior two

Considering how terrible my recall situation has been, this was a very solid entry for once. I'm very happy with how many details I remember, even 7 hours after scribbling the notes. I'm excited to see what my dreams are like tomorrow morning

Recurring elements:
-Nat, second time she has been featured
-School, marking the fourth dream out of five this week
-Family, home. This would be the third(?) dream out of five
-Travel, the second dream travelling with Nat in particular

Notes:
-Slept at 2am, woke up at 10am
-Recall was initially a challenge, but managed to piece together a lot in 30 minutes
-I wouldn't say the dreams were vivid, despite good recall

First of all, what an insane title for this dream. Neighbours continue to do construction exactly at the time I start trying to recall and connect dream fragments...

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I find myself as school, yet again, but it's much bigger and almost maze-like due to the sheer amount of small buildings around the pathways connecting them. I was in a science class with old friends, messing around and being terrible students. We decided we would go on a trip, but my company shifted into one girl, nicknamed Nat. Her and I's plan was to travel to a random city for fun, something we've been planning to do IRL. I can't recall what we did, but on the way back we panicked about time and money. We stopped off at a small Cafe for some food, but it was now me and my aunt, as well as others I couldn't identify. I left and re-entered this Cafe as well as repeating a food order for some reason. After leaving, I found myself in a jungle with the school friends mentioned before. One friend asked me to find him a porn video, which I found, but somehow couldn't share the link with him. I felt very uninterested in doing so anyway. As the jungle trek continued, over a large log connecting two cliff faces, I found myself with yet again new company, this time Katie Price (a British celebrity) and her disabled son Harvey. We found an outdoor cinema built into a jungle opening, which extended down many layers. Harvey was fascinated by this cinema, but we really had to leave. It was a challenge convincing him to go, but succeeded anyway. We now arrived at my dad's house, where Harvey had discovered my collection of ecchi anime that, for whatever reason, came with a boxset of 13 extremely thick dictionaries. I pleaded with my mother to confiscate the tray full of ecchi anime and dictionaries from the poor disabled man that was definitely not ready to try and comprehend what he might discover. I remember seeing a projection of an anime girl wearing a blue Japanese swim team costume twerking in a gif format. She had tanned skin and shoulder-length green hair. I then asked my mother why there were so many dictionaries, before drifting off into a black void.

Not the most interesting dream, but it is certainly hilarious to think back on. Again, recall was very difficult on this one, but given my similar experience yesterday, I kept relaxed through the loud construction work and managed to piece together enough of the dream to fill up 2/3 of a page in my notebook. Good enough

Recurring dream elements:
-School, for the third night in row. No surprise given how common this has been for 15 years. Unfortunately, cannot take advantage of it much
-Travelling and worrying about missing trains or not having money. Seems stress leaks into my dreams often

Notes:
-Considering adding sleep/wake up times for future entries to recalculate REM
-Also considering paying attention to waking up during the night, and if dreams happened. Rarely happens though
-Would like to focus more on mantras, had no luck last night. Almost accidentally committed to a WILD attempt, but was not prepared for it so I moved and ended the spinning+visualization I suddenly experienced

A canyon-like setting, rocky with little vegetation. I’m seeing events play out in third person. A man called Xeno lives in a house there with his wife, and others live there as well. It seems as if they’re his students or something of the sort. He knows that the area is about to flood and that there aren’t enough people there to do the necessary work to keep the house safe, and so he raises a man from the dead to make a zombie to help. He talks with the man, who doesn’t look visibly dead and seems rather like a sleepwalker. At one point, the man says, “I like unimaginative nightmares.” I’m not sure if there was a context for this or not….

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I’m standing in a long line outside of a restaurant, waiting to get in. For a long time, the line doesn’t move, and I’m just about ready to leave and go somewhere else, but then it does start moving - and pretty fast at that - and doesn’t stop, so that I’m inside just about as fast as I can walk.

Once inside, somebody I know calls me over to her table, and I sit down across from her. She indicates the table next to us, on the left - nobody is there now, but there are a couple shopping bags on the booth seating. She says that my Aunt O is sitting at that table, and they were talking earlier. She obviously has no idea that this is not something I’d be all that happy about. I wonder - should I warn her about some of the things she’s done to me and said about me to others? That doesn’t seem right, though - like I wouldn’t be giving my friend the chance to make her own first impression.

The dream changes to a view of a line drawing, kind of like a manga page but not really in the right kind of art style, showing a full-body picture of smiling woman. The title of the book was: Love Brings Us Home.


22.1.25

I’m in a school, waiting for a colleague to arrive. He’s supposed to be here subbing for the person I’d usually be working with. I’ve never met him before, and all I know about him is that his name is Rishab.

Through the end-of-school-day crowds, I see a dark-skinned young man wearing what I can tell even from a distance is one of the bright green company t-shirts. I wave at him, trying to get his attention. He sees and comes over to me, and I tell him to follow me to the room where we need to set up.

I realize that we’re going to go right past where my Aunt B is, so I stop to check on her. She’s been here for a while - I couldn’t get her to go lie down. I say something to her, but she just sits there staring and doesn’t answer. I am concerned - so is Rishab, and a couple others who are in the room.

1.2.25


Part of a longer dream. I’m in a school, walking students to the door to meet their parents alongside someone else. Mostly notable in that, at one point, the perspective switches to that other person, so I can briefly see myself from behind. I’m wearing black cotton trousers, a pink tank top, and a black cap - all modeled off of clothing I actually have, although I wouldn’t ordinarily be wearing it to work - and my hair is in a braid down my back. It switches back and stays that way for the rest of the dream, as far as I remember. A student’s mother is already there at the door waiting for her. One of them is called Britney, although I can’t remember now whether it was the mother or the student….

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I’m in a grocery store, or something that’s supposed to be one. It really seems more like an outdoor market that just happens to be inside, if that makes sense. Various things happen which may or may not have been interesting, but at some point I become aware that I’m dreaming. Possibly before I get into a conversation with a man there, although I think this is one of those cases where the realization didn’t happen all at once.

He was the one who started the conversation with me, I’m pretty sure. A heavyset man, maybe in his 40s or 50s, with dark skin - so black it’s almost bluish. I don’t remember exactly what he was wearing - just an impression of bright colors and complexity.

He expresses concern about me. (This may have had some connection to the dream, but definitely had a foundation in waking life, as I’d probably spent most of the night trying to find a sleeping position that didn’t hurt to lie in. Kind of a long story, but it boils down to a bad reaction to a food additive combining with chronic back issues and developing into neck and shoulder pain. So no, it hasn’t been a good week.) I tell him it’s no big deal. I’m not going to let it get to me, and I know I’ll be feeling a lot better if I can just get out to dance this weekend. He seems skeptical that it could really be that significant, saying something about people just going out now and then for a night dancing to top-40 stuff. I reply that maybe that’s how it is some places, for some people - maybe even the way it is for most people, for all I know - but that’s a totally different world from the one I’m familiar with. And I have no idea what’s even in the top 40 now, and I bet that’s probably true for most people over 30. He laughs, as if to say that, yeah, I’ve got him there.

From there, the conversation turns to the Grammys, and in an oblique dream logic move to award shows in general, which I profess to be meaningless. He agrees overall, but adds that there are exceptions - he mentions actors who fit their roles so well that from that point on, people don’t think about them apart from the role. This strikes the by now definitely lucid me as having some special significance that I ought to make a point of remembering.

At some point we get up from where we’re sitting and part ways. I walk around, just looking at my surroundings, and I soon find myself in a relatively open area, where I spend a couple minutes just messing around, running and jumping higher and longer than a person could do outside of a dream. But then I decide I’d really rather go somewhere else and walk through a wall. Usually I just go straight through them, but this one turns out to have kind of a gooey texture, a little like raw bread dough, and so I have to push my way through.

I find myself in utter darkness on the other side. But I know what to do in a situation like this: just keep on going, and keep my other senses as engaged as possible. I walk. The air is a little cold here, and I feel cold water around my feet, which becomes deeper as I go. I sing the first thing that comes to mind, which happens to be:


Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again.


Lyrics appear out of the darkness - not in space, but in my mind’s eye, which just happens to be indistinguishable from it right now. They appear one line at a time, spelled out in large letters in a vivid orange, and I treat them kind of as a karaoke prompt - although I only realized after waking up that what appeared weren’t the actual lyrics, and by then I could no longer remember anything specific about them. Waking up to a body in pain definitely does not help with dream recall.

Eventually, I can see my surroundings again. I’m now in a corridor with an industrial back area feel to it. No windows - only metal doors in metal walls. I walk along and push open a door that’s already ajar. The room inside has tables set up in a horseshoe shape like an office boardroom, although it looks like some kind of storage room otherwise, and isn’t quite big enough to fit the tables comfortably. A couple people are sitting there. One of them tells me that I’m not allowed in there. Fair enough - I continue down the hallway and try another door.

This one appears to be a classroom - there’s a long whiteboard along one wall with writing and drawings in black marker all over it, although, similar to the other room, it looks more like some kind of storage space that just happens to be set up as a classroom. Students are seated on the floor facing the board, and there are a number of free-standing shelves on the other side of the room, which is much larger than the first one. I notice a drawing on the board showing an octave’s worth of piano keys. Maybe this is some kind of music class - this could be interesting. I ask one of the men who seem to be teachers there if I can sit in on it, and he says yes, so I go in.

I take a closer look at the shelves, as it looks like they’re not quite ready to start the lesson just yet. It occurs to me that it could be a good idea to have something to make notes with, so I make a pencil materialize, but before I can do a notebook as well, the lecture begins, so I go over to where the students are to sit down. I wake up soon after that, though.

6.2.24

My school bus took me to my middle school and the memories started flooding (not actual memories from middle school but memories from other dreams) i went inside and i went into a classroom and people were getting these weird gummy/ fruit snack things and they looked really good so i asked where they got them and one kid walked with me to show me where to get them and i see a few teachers that i know in real life and we are suprised to see each other but then i walk into the room where the gummies came from and saw that i had to pay for them so i was like never mind so then i leave and come back to the classroom and i get on the bus and there is this girl i see and lets me read a journal that she had then that was the end


and this is a side note in one of my dreams i don't remember if it was this one or a different one but i was telling myself that if i was in a dream that some peoples heads would be weirdly shaped but i think i noticed peoples heads were weirdly shaped it almost looked like they had some kind of tumor on the back of their neck but anyway i think i got lucid i've been watching videos on how to lucid dream and i guess thats why i told myself that in a dream but knowing it was a dream gave me an eerie feeling

So i was at school sitting in history and i think the teacher brought them or i did but i don't exactly remember it was probably the teacher but anyway, i took a handful. now they were either oreos, chocolate chip, or both but i handed them out to the class and later on in the dream i was sitting at this table in that same room but this table was not here earlier so it kind of just came out of no where but i was sitting with a group of people they were different people than the ones i handed out cookies to and we were just talking having a conversation

Part of a longer dream - I can only remember fragments of the earlier parts. It seems to be some kind of a school setting where I’m a student, and everybody is going to watch a play in the auditorium. I head there, with some people from the earlier part of the dream not far behind me. Not many others have arrived yet, so there are plenty of places where we can find seats together.

I find an empty row and sit down. On the stage below, I can see that there are a couple large wooden shelves set up on the right (relative to my position) and a larger set piece on the left with a very large fan in front, blowing onto it. But the fan is clearly causing some problems. The shelves don’t seem to be secured very well, and they start rocking back and forth. As I watch, they both fall over forward. Since everything on them is just fastened-down props, it doesn’t look like any real damage has been done. However, they seem to have been attached to the structure on the left, and having broken loose from it, it now looks to be in immanent danger of being blown backstage by the high-powered air, where it could cause some serious damage.

A friend of mine is in the play - his first time doing this - and I’m concerned for him, and for the situation in general, so I hurry down to the stage. The structure is being braced in front by a long, flat metal strip attached to it by metal pieces on either side, so I stand on that. It’s holding steady so far, but I was kind of hoping other people would also come down to help once I made the initiative, and while a few have made it as far as the stage, they don’t seem inclined to get any closer. More people weighing it down would be better - but if I pressure them to help and things end up going badly anyway, that would just make for a complicated situation. I’d rather not do that. It’s better that they freely decide to take on the risk themselves.

That’s where the situation stands when the dream shifts into some video game-like situation where some others and I are tasked with going around a massive backstage area and solving puzzles to collect everything that was blown back there so that the play can begin.

25.12.24

I returned to high school for some reason to get my HAVO (Dutch high school VET level) diploma. At the school in question my colleagues from work are students and they just came up with a new snack where they put chewing gum into square cake forms with sprinkles, making sweet gum cubes. My friend and I were auditioning a girl for a performance video. One was well prepared whereas the other wasn't, but neither was I as I told her we'd have an extra audition round if necessary to calm her nerves before turning to my friend who told me we didn't, I accidentally cast the unprepared girl from earlier as they were both blonde Dutch girls with blue eyes and I couldn't tell them apart oops! I was living with a high school friend from Syria in a house by the canal in a Dutch city, although it might've been Giethoorn with city architecture too, we were extras in some finale episode of a sitcom, something adjacent to The Big Bang Theory or something as it was Chuck Lorre esque. My friend talks about being interested in studying architecture after we get our HAVO diploma and he mentioned the school he wanted to go to no longer being in French as he wanted to go to an international architecture school. We leave our house which for some reason was built right against the canal meaning you had to jump over the water to get to the other side. I instead run towards the left via the grass and crossed the water at a better place. My friend finds it amusing and we notice our upstairs neighbors, who are Nigerians from London, giggling, getting outside to replace the digital camera on a tripod that was at the front door, possibly filming us. It was one of the last days of my friends and I living together. I explain to my mom how the smart TV works, showing the search function. As I return to the previous menu so she can try herself, we notice this abstract interactive wallpaper of a camera scrolling past a river with a painted background, moving to the left. I then try to go to the search menu from earlier, but it just moves to the right instead. As we follow the river, we notice the background paintings changing, with the seems being noticeable as they cover a window, preventing it from opening. As we continue moving through a poolrooms esque hall of water in an indoor pool, we notice a character waving at us to throw merch shirts at us while questioning why she does this job before realising her monologue is distracting, a Josh Radnor looking character then interrupts her because of this as she throws a shirt at us as we just realised were walking through the water in our regular clothes. We finally reach the end and return to our home with a dead goldfish. We are taking about how that segment felt more like a finale than whatever scene we hadn't filmed yet. We go into the water segment one more time as I hear knocking on the pool windows, I wake up because of it.

Well we seem to be past that hurdle. Whatever it was.

Short lucid

For some reason I was going to school with my brother. I was really annoyed that I had to go to school. I got pissed off and went to wait in my brother's car.
Became lucid randomly. I then remembered I often dream of Jamie in a school so I went in to look for her. I said out loud, "Now to find Jamie." As soon as I said that. It's like I was hit with a sleep dart. I opened a random door, and heard strange sounds like people talking but with a lot of reverb. I just fell on the floor and woke up.

Strange

Very nonsensical dream with Jamie. I was lying down and prparing a giant gold thing?!?!?!?! Jamie was waiting by a door and she started looking impatient. like "Hurry up already."

Definitely one of those dreams that only makes sense when you dream.


Kissing who?

I was in a room made of blankets and pillows?!?!?!? Some girl came in who seemed familiar. She smiled and we started kissing. Her face kept changing in front of me. I said, "I keep seeing your face change! I think I'm cheating." The girl looked flustered and left.

I think it was Jamie... Oops!

What?

Long dream.

I went to a farmhouse. looked like desert. I went into the basement. A bunch of people covered in a white suit started attacking me. Somehow I made it outside and spied on the people behind the fence. The people in white suits took them off. Now they were preteens in army gear... And Donald Trump was leading them.. confusing dream.

Hmm

I'm working at Walmart covering the Door greeter shift. Jamie walks by towards the Mcdonald's on her break and says something snarky to me. (Seems to be a replay of a real life thing from 2011. If I recall she wasn't saying anything snarky. But I do recall it's one of the first times she was going out of her way to talk to me.)

Hopefully the dreams get better.

I'm travelling through the Underground with my boyfriend (?). We cross a metallic grey, wide passage, leading from a tunnel to the escalators. White lights beam down from the ceiling and reflect off the walls. I walk behind him as we step onto the escalator. His broad back in front of me makes me feel safe.

Later, I am with some friends, still in the same Underground station. We step off an escalator and walk through a short tunnel towards the platform entrance. I get a shock as we enter - almost the whole platform has crumbled away, leaving narrow irregular ledges that cling to the wall, bricks sticking out here and there below. We hold close to the wall as we inch along the platform, finding our footing with difficulty. I'm terrified of falling onto the tracks.

Then I am in class, but not in a classroom. There's another, similarly dilapidated platform that we are inching along, murky water lapping almost up to the edge. I reach an unstable part with nowhere to place my feet - the next ledge is too far of a leap, and I know that the nearest foothold won't hold me. It's too small. I can't bear the thought of touching that water, so I crouch down against the wall in despair and refuse to move.

A fruitful night.

1.

I'm at school, wandering around, up and down stairs, through empty corridors. No-one is around. All the stairways and passages seem much longer than usual.

I stop on a huge landing at the bottom of the stairs, at ground floor level. The wall to outside is a large expanse of glass, shimmering panes from floor to ceiling. Outside is a raised platform paved with gravel, walled in to the left by another glassy extension to the building while the other two sides face into the open air.

A girl comes up the stairs from the basement and pauses when she sees me on the landing. She is in uniform - a younger girl - and has a ponytail of bushy, light brown hair. We talk although I can't remember what about. Then she turns to the windows and says, boldly, "I'm going to go out on to the balcony!". I gasp. The balcony is off-limits to students because it gives a clear view into the staff room (the other room on the left) and we are not supposed to see in there. She pushes open a door in the glass and purposefully walks out. I feel terrified that she'll be caught. Suddenly, my perspective shifts: I'm on the other side of the staff room, where there is no balcony, standing slightly below the ground floor level and looking in. I see, through blue glass, rows of desks with computers and chairs. I am shocked to see that the room is completely empty.

Later, I am in a brightly lit hallway on the top floor. Although there are no windows I feel very high up. I walk with another girl, who says she wants to find a bathroom - I know her, she is somewhat tall and has long blonde hair. The bathrooms are along this hallway. She says she doesn't like those tiny narrow cubicles, and prefers the wide ones, so I direct her towards one bathroom which has a few larger cubicles. She ignores me and enters the one next door, only to find every cubicle occupied. Annoyed, she returns, and we go in. It is a very bright and spacious room with white tile up the walls. We pass the sinks and turn the corner to see a row of five large cubicles, and several smaller ones opposite. A few are occupied - I see curly hair over the top of a door - but some are open, and she enters one. I hang about outside, waiting, leaning against the wall.

2.

The sun beams down on us as I cycle, with a group of others, around a gorgeous flower field. Just as I become aware of myself, I see I am crossing a broad flat wooden bridge - though no water in sight - and I look up. We are cycling over a 'path' of slightly flattened and crushed grass, which runs all round at the edge of the huge oval-shaped field. Long grasses are waving and among them crowd pink, purple, blue, red and yellow wildflowers, small, tall, pretty. The air has a sweet grassy smell and the sun shines down warmly, making the whole field glimmer. I think how it's been so long since I last cycled, but it's true that you really don't forget - it feels so free and easy, flying over the grass on my bike. Another girl passes me, lightning-fast and scarily close, causing me to lose my balance and veer over to the fence around the wide edge of the path.

I stop right by the fence and put one foot on the ground. Here is dark green, cool and shady, with climbing and overhanging foliage winding around and above the fence and the trees outside it. The fence is white and curvy, two running rails with periodic posts sticking into the ground. Ivy clambers over it and obscures much of the metalwork from view. I lean over and see a deep, muddy ditch on the other side. I'm taking a moment to rest when another cyclist - a boy this time - comes barreling up the path and almost crashes into me. He stops himself at the last minute and proceeds to angrily yell at me: "Stop by the fence, idiot!" I cry back indignantly, "This is the fence! Can't you see?". He flushes red and rapidly takes off again.

I resume cycling, though stop regularly by the fence. At one point, I look over it and see rushing water. Its calming sound washes over me as I pan my gaze across the field.

3.

School again. I am in French class, in our little room at the top of the main building. We are all chatting and gossiping with the French teacher as we often do. I start telling her about when I saw into the staff room and it was empty - and I see her expression growing almost murderous...

4.

Leaving my house, on a rather grey day, I turn to see one of the neighborhood cats sitting in the street a little further up. He's a friendly black cat (and very fluffy) so I head over to say hello. I crouch down to stroke him, and he stands, turning his head towards me while raising his fluffy tail in the air - exactly like a picture of him my dad sent me last week.

Really happy with these dreams - it's rare that I remember so many. And cat! I love dreaming about cats.

It's starting to get really quiet around here so I hope all the people who haven't been online recently will be back soon. I'm missing having everyone's DJs to read

Still confusing stuff going on with the voice... Really hope it gets resolved soon. I've had it..

Jamie dreams

Only one night out of the 3 nights had Jamie.

In one she is by a white pickup truck and jokingly giving me shit about something.

In another fragment. She is next to me on a street in Didsbury and she seems happy with me.

Last fragment is I'm seeing her sit by a window with a child sitting on her lap.


Almost lucid.

I'm walking with someone in a highschool. ( Might be Jamie) . I start floating but it seems normal. I cross my legs in mid air but still go walking level and speed. I float up to a landing above some office doors and walk along it. Some Filipina woman is sitting on top of a ladder leading to the landing. Forget what happened after.

Last night. I sensed fragments. Don't recall Jamie.