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These are the oldest dreams that I have ever recorded, before I knew about lucid dreaming. I recently found them tucked away in a folder. I was around 13 when I wrote this journal type dream entry.

They are actually quite embarrassing.. My grammar wasn't the best..

1-25-06

I have all kinds of dreams. A lot of my dreams are about flying, some are just about school or friends. Here are some dreams I've had in the past.



In one of my dreams, I was in my school when I tripped and dropped a bunch of books. The boy I had a crush on came and helped me pick my stuff up. I was staring at the floor when he whispered "I love you" into my hear. I looked up slowly but it wasn't him that whispered that! It was one of my friends, Allie W. I was so grossed out when I woke up!

In one dream, I was jumping off high buildings and landing safely on the ground. But after a few times of doing that, for some reason my ankles started to hurt. All of a sudden, I was on a train. It looked like a train on a computer game that I used to play a lot called Tomb Raider. For some reason I jumped off the train and landed on the ground right in front of it. I watched as I fastly slid under the train. The, for some reason, the screen turned red and the words "game over" showed up. It was really freaky because that's what happens when you die in the game Tomb Raider.

Me, my mom, my dad, and my friend Rachel were in a car driving somewhere through a beautiful forest-like landscape surrounded by green. Then, we came to a road that was over a lake and it was about a 1/2 mile drop down to the lake. We were going really fast, when we realized that the road was going to end right there, in the middle of the way over the lake. It was too late. We flew off the road and started falling down to the beautiful lake. The scenery was wonderful. Before we crashed, my mom said "I love you." then everything turned white and the next thing I knew, I was in Heaven. It wasn't like I had expected and it wasn't all that beautiful. We were in a building the whole time. I didn't see my mom and dad after that, but I did see Rachel a few times. In Heaven, they had some boring activities planned out for us, but all I wanted to do(and all I really did) was try to fly. That's all I remember.

Killer animals. Yes my friend, this story is about killer animals. It was a normal morning, except for one thing. Someone left open a window and animals snuck in overnight! There were a few bugs and small creatures, but when I went to the bathroom, I saw chickens! And when I walked into the kitchen, there was a very fat cat and an evil growling cat. It was 7:35 and time to leave for school, but when I looked out the window, I saw a monkey holding a cactus and ready to throw it at us, but when he saw us he quickly hid it behind his back and acted like he didn't have anything. But then, my dumb alarm clock woke me up.

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations

This is all I can piece together from a rather uneventful dream. Maybe something exciting happened in the middle that I don't recall... heh.

It was the first day of term. I was back at secondary school, although I think I was in my final year. I walked through the front gates and looked around at all the people. School sucks, I thought. I was looking around for familiar faces but couldn't see anyone. The only people I recognised were P, G, and B. I never liked G and B much, but P was an all-right guy so I had a chat with him. Then I remember being in my old geography classroom briefly.

I was hanging out with some friends at J's house. I left my coat there, but didn't realise until I was getting on the bus home. I had a carrier bag with change in it, and I fumbled around to find money. When I got home I realised that J was going away on holiday the next morning so I got my dad to drive me back over to his house to pick up my coat. It was important since my wallet and keys were in the pockets.

Yeah... what an exciting dream... -_-'

15.07.2010

School Dreamin (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream is mostly in fragments, but I am starting to realize some of the stuff that happened.

I find myself in a classroom, which appears to be like my 5th grade homeroom... or maybe it was my 9th grade homeroom?

I recieved a two page packet in that class, and it was very difficult. Each page was front and back. The first page had random hand symbols with letters underneath each one. For example, the closed hand was nm... or was it mne. Anyway, I read the first page clearly, and I even thought to myself, is this a dream? I was so busy working on the packet, I didn't realize it was a dream!

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations

Three dreams recalled from last night. It's been a while since I've had multiple recall! I should have written down the second one during the night because there was so much to it, but oh well, you live and learn.

Clone Dance

I was watching people dance. They were on a stage and all were men. One of the men was there three times. He explained that one of the other two identical people was his son -- who was identical to him but about 2 inches shorter -- and the other was just doing a very good impersonation of him. The original guy and the guy doing the impersonation laughed and started to do a rather complex dance routine, which was pretty exiting to watch.

Cornered

I was in my brother's room. However it was lined with a rusty metal tank. The corners of the tank had been cut away. One by one they were covered up by objects that fit into the specific sized holes in corners. The final hole was filled by the top of a man's head. He was bald. I recognised him as Jesse from Burn Notice. I felt like he had betrayed me. It went dark, but then I remember being outside of the tank.

Taking the Fall

I was in one of my old science classrooms at back at secondary school. Three kids were there who were in the year above me, L, N, and P.

For some unknown reason they were coming at me as though they were going to beat me up. I told them that they were mistaken if they thought it would be so easy and that I could take all three of them. I quickly dispatched L to the ground and then tussled with N. P was about to attack me when he was struck down by a stool. I dropped N to the floor and turned to see that Elliot from Leverage was in the room and had helped me out. Turning to P I saw that the stool legs had impaled his chest and he lay dead, oozing blood.

The door to the classroom flung open. There was a man demanding to know what happened. I explained, but said that I had picked up the stool and killed P by accident during the fight.

Now the room was full of people. We had to stand in a line around the classroom, almost like we were soldiers standing to attention. I was told I had to stand at the end because I has a disgrace and that my future at the school was in question. I felt really sad. I looked around the room and caught Elliot's eye. He looked grateful by also very sad.

Someone was droning on about something. Most people were bored of listening and started leaning on the walls and desks.

Another dream about school and projects in it.

The only thing I remember is that I played some game while at the same time doing some report on the project that we were supposed to start soon. I completed the game and a teacher came and fetched us. As we followed him he complained that no one had made their reports except me.

Don't remember anything else clear enough. :/

Damn, I remember much less of this dream than I thought I would in the middle of the night...

It was at the end of a school term. For some reason everyone was either dressed as pirates or they actually WAS pirates, I don't remember. There was a lot of events involving me and people from the school that are very very faded now. I vaguely remember some form of staircase or something.

Since it was at the end of the term everybody had done their game projects and there was something about them too.

The following keywords I have forgotten about so much that I can't make out much of them:

Stopped fight (I think I stopped some fight)
Purple pirates (A pair of the pirates had purple shirts)
Cup noodles (totally blank on this one, lol)
affä (swedish word affär which means store, but it is lacking an r... I think I must have been tired xD)

DREAMNONDREAMSCENEDESCRIPTIONLUCID

I am in school, and it's the first day, yay.... I have a folder with my schedule and other papers. Somehow without looking, I know that this one class is my first hour. Well, I am in there, and I see this girl I know. We start talking. There are some guys around, teasing me, as a lot of the class was, but I am used to it, and thought it would be like this the whole year (seriously , but the "good kind"). Well, then that period is done and I have to go to my next period. I didn't know what class it was, but I did go into a random class to check, then I "assumed" that was my next class. I felt the dream aura, and thought it could be a dream. I did hesitate for some reason... but, well, all and all, I did become lucid.This is an odd looking classroom, it's all unwide, but it is long...only in the front were there kids in their desks. I noticed that my history teacher IRL from last year was the teacher. The phone rings, and she picks it up. She said it was for me! I pick it up, and the guy starts blabbering, I assume he has some dreaming questions for me. "You know I'm in a dream, right?" "Yes." Then he starts talking the same way, and I can't understand him! Like, the noise or something...

Scene change, and I am still in the school talking to him, but on a different phone near the office. The hallway around me is large, and there are 3 seperate hallways branching off. Then I verbalize to him that I don't understand him. I tell him to just materialize in front of me. He did! He looked like my OTHER history teacher. *Shiver*. Well, now he starts talking, and I understand some of what he says. He seems knowledgable, so I decide to spend my LD hearing what he has to say. I try hard to understand. We walk slowly, and I see 2 sofas paralel next to each other. He tells me that nothing is more paralel then things in dreams that are supposed to be paralel. "Even more paralel then cells." Then, I look at the cieling, and he tells me that there are no "stints or stares" in the dreamworld either. I woke up soon after. I figured once I woke up that "stints and stares" meant that there are no imperfections where there aren't "supposed" to be-which is kinda true .

Fragment
My mouth rotted. I brushed my teeth like a crazy person, and it went away, but when I looked in the mirror my face was covered in green spots.
Yuck.

Picnic at school
I had joined a group. It was sort of like being vegetarian, only you weren't allowed to wear cotton. I was getting ready for school, but I was having issues finding cotton-free pants. Apparently I hadn't thought this through very well beforehand. I went to the bathroom and saw that Gracie was eating our of the litter box and pooing in the tub (which we had two of, for some reason). This was quite aggravating.

I went to school. B asked me why I was freaking out about the summer homework since we had all summer to do it. She bragged for a while about her amazing planning skills and how she wasn't freaking out because she knew exactly when she would do the homework. I told her that a month can go by really quickly, thinking of lucid dreaming. (I try to have at least 5 lucids per month, and often find myself near the end of the month with only a couple because up until then I'd thought I had plenty of time.) Apparently we needed a pass so we would be allowed to go to class, but I'd been absent the day before so I didn't have one. B asked me to go on a picnic with her family. I wondered why she wasn't going to class, but then figured she had a prep.

On the way to where we were going to have the picnic, I met up with a group of people who acted like they knew me and we were friends, but I'd never seen them before. They took my phone and walked off. I wondered if I would ever get it back, seeing as I didn't really know them. Then I saw that my friend A was with them, so at least I'd be able to track her down.

I went to a field, where B and her family were setting up for their picnic. We moved some chairs so they would be around a table and sat down.

Dolphins! (DEILD)
I decided to DEILD, and found myself back at the field where we'd been eating lunch, only now it was underwater. There was calm music playing. I was lying down on the grass, waiting until I was sure the dream was stable before I moved. A dolphin swam by and up to the surface. The dream looked like 3D video game graphics. Decent ones, but obviously fake. I think I briefly became a dolphin and swam to the surface before waking up.

Skiing on Pavement (DEILD)
I'd intended to go back to dolphin land, but instead I ended up on a ski slope with a road on one side and a city on the other. I was skiing uphill, so I turned around. Once again, it all looked animated. I looked at a dog running along the road, then stopped and looked down at the snow. When I looked back at the dog, it was like real life. I kept going. Someone said that this was Tokyo, and even though it looked nothing like Tokyo, I thought, Good, that means I'm already in Japan. Then I realized that I was just going to open a portal anyway, so it didn't matter where I was.

I was a series of swimming pools on my right, which looked epic. I jumped, using my skis to launch myself. It was awesome. I hovered at around tree level near the pools. There were several big, circular robot things in the water having a race and shooting at each other. I decided to ski past on the concrete. Although it was a restricted area, no one seemed to notice until they looked at the finish line pictures. "Wow, how did someone get up this high?" I heard one of them ask. "We should find this person!"

Idiots, I thought. Now what else was I going to do? Oh right, light sabers!!!

Just shoot the kids (DEILD)
I was lying down on the floor, looking out the window at some plants. Again, the visuals were crappy and music was playing. I didn't want to risk moving, but I could hear voices behind me. My POV turned around on its own, and I saw a mother pointing a cardboard gun at her daughter. The mother was threatening to shoot her daughter on the left. The daughter shouted "nooo!" and I wondered what was wrong with that mom until I realized that they were just kidding around.

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations

I was on my primary school playing field, although everyone around me was from my secondary school. A kid I used to know, T, was kicking this other kid who was on the floor. Then T set fire to him! Everyone who was nearby was totally shocked at what had happened.

Somehow he managed to get away with it. I was aware it was now another day and I was in the same place. T was again kicking the same kid, except he was covered in burns. Again he set fire to the kid! Nobody had grassed him up before, but I decided I was going to. The kid who was burning slowly turned black... it was quite horrible to watch.

I was then in a class room talking to one of T's best friends, S. He was pissed off that I had grassed up T, but kind of understood. He was more interested in trying to get me to burn some DVD for him though. S was trying to convey the title to me as a code so nobody listening knew what it was. I had no idea what he was on about.

The next thing I knew I was in a different class room talking to another of T's friends, D, who used to be a good friend of mine. He was super pissed at me and called me a grass. I just told him whatever and that T was a psycho.

Then I was talking to someone about various TV shows, movies, and games and it was like a debate of some kind, but I can't remember any details.

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations

To preface, this was one of the most vivid dreams in a real setting with characters from my own reality that I've ever had. Aside from some minor dream weirdness it was so very realistic.

It was a normal day. I was on my daily trip to the post office. Just as I turned the corner and approached the entrance I realised I had forgotten something. Damn it! I decided to go back and collect it and return to the post office later.

I was hurrying back when I saw two familiar faces coming the other way: two old friends L and S. I let on to them but I was in a hurry so didn't stop to chat. A short way down the road I ran in to another two old friends from my school days. Technically it was one old friend, R, and a guy I never really liked, G. This time I decided to stop and catch up with them.

They told me they were on the way to our old secondary school. Although they were in the totally wrong place and going the opposite direction. I asked them why and they told me that they helped out there. I wasn't clear on what they meant, but they said I should go with them and I agreed.

Next thing I knew we were in our old secondary school. We reminisced a bit.

We were standing outside of the main entrance and there were school kids all around in massive lines, shuffling along. It was hard to move. Some of my old teachers were standing around. One of my science teachers, Mr. M, one of my maths teachers, Mrs. H, and my design teacher, Mrs. M, were just standing around. I went up and said hi. We talked about stuff and they asked how I had got on since leaving school 7 years ago (Wow, it seems like forever ago now... I feel so old.) They were all so extremely vivid. I noticed that they were really tall and I had to look almost straight up to see their faces. They had to get on with whatever they were doing, so I said bye and walked back towards the entrance gate.

I ran in to another teacher who was a pretty regular substitute. I always got the feeling he didn't like me and so I was surprised when he let on to me and recognised me. We had a brief chat.

The next thing I knew I was talking with R and G again. We were standing on the edge of the playing field. We reminisced some more about our school days. I asked R if he had kept in touch with any of our group of friends from back then. He hadn't. I told him I was still in touch with our friend, A pretty regularly as we had attended college and uni together.

I asked for each of their email addresses. G didn't want to give it to me, but I didn't really care as I never liked him anyway. I wrote R's down on my hand it was something "@easyeasy.net" but I can't remember the first bit. I wish I could so I could send an email! I gave R my email address too. He tried writing it on his hand but the pen he was using didn't work, so I wrote it for him with my pen.

I used to write so much stuff down on my hands back in school -- they were always covered in ink. Interestingly I gave him my actual real email address and I wrote it down accurately and it was right! It was a bit of a mess, like I couldn't control the pen very well, but it was legible. I had to pause and check that I was giving him the right email address and I remember saying, "yeah... that's my real email address" as I was really struggling to get it right and write it down. I think that maybe it was a very good time to have done a reality check and tried to become lucid, but my dream self obviously didn't think so. Oh well, always next time.

Edit: And I just realised that the pen I was using was the same pen that I use (or should use if I could be bothered) to write in my hard copy dream journal. Nice detail.

I was in my school for some reason. This is all I could remember:

I must have been getting ready for a wedding or something. I was called out of class and into the hallway. I had to wait there for a few minutes with this girl. A lady came and gave me my clothes, and she led me down the hall. I think I was in this office or something, then she led me outside.

She took me to this weird little cottage. Once I got in, there were 1, 2, or 3 ladies standing there. They were going to help me with my hair and makeup. I was fumbling around for some reason, like I wasn't thinking straight. I put the wrong shoes on my foot and before I put my stockings on. I forget what happened, but I was alone in the cottage. They probably had to go to a staff meeting. Once I got mostly dressed, I realized that I forgot my dress.

So I sneaked back into the school and looked in the bathroom and office for my dress. I got it, ran back out to the cottage, and managed to put it on. While I was doing this, the same girl (also a bridesmaid) came in with her stuff. She said hello and I said hi back. After she got dressed, she took interest in a walkie-talkie/radio in the back of the room. (apparently the other walkie-talkie was in the staff meeting room) I said, "Please don't do this, we might get in trouble." But she did anyway. She flipped the switch, and we heard some static. Then someone said, "Hello? Who is this?" So we shut it off really quickly and started freaking out. So we pretended to act casual. A man had come into the cottage and said, "You aren't supposed to be in here!" but the other girl replied, "We're dressing." The guy said sorry, then left. A few minutes later I woke up.

Well, I only remember fragments of my dream; it was like. . . I was on the little kids playground at my school, and I ran up to this girl and changed her face and hair style by typing it in BLANKS on her face. Similar to a computer(like when you would type a field in on a register page, LOL). The picture I saw in my dream was hilarious.

05.07.2010

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The dream began in a classroom on a stool by a high brown table. My old high school friend Matt D. was there and the teacher was before a small chalk board. She was white-haired and scrawny and began teaching on a subject that made absolutely no sense using bogus terms. Eventually I ask what she's talking about only to have her get really pissy with me. I mutter to Matt that I'll have to drop this class who replies he will too. The rest of the students seem to have no issue following along. Later the teacher has everyone spell out a word and change it to capitol letters, noting how the "stems have changed." I thought this part easy but somehow I missed the entire point as it related to some imaginary complex mathematical principal. I tell Matt how frustrated I am to continually get paired with terrible teachers who never take the time to actually teach. I then remind him how last semester at UofL caused me chronic depression for over two months.

After class a fellow student comes up and tells us we have to visit the counselor on Thursday for lunch tickets and Matt exclaims we don't have that long to waste. I say we must get a new class by Tuesday, being tomorrow. I part ways and go into a lobby of sorts that reminds me of the interior of a Busch Gardens building. It's dark and rainy out the windows and it dawns on me that I'm back at JCC. I place my red backpack on a ledge where the white-haired teacher storms past, rummages through my backpack, finds a dollar bill near the top, seems to get bored and leaves without taking the bill. Someone who witnessed the scene laughs.

Eager to go get a new class I realize my next one begins in fifteen minutes. I look at a schedule to find it's some sort of "Justice" class at the one-hundred level. I find and read a description about how one learns to become an action girl or action guy. These crime fighters can phase into an astral realm. Perfect for stealthy operations. I see that the class is in the "Special Interest" building. I picture in my head Southeast Christian Church (shoutout to a dream I had possibly years ago) but wish to confirm it. I run up and ask a man but am interrupted by a girl who wants his attention. I wait only to find the man has transformed into a woman on looking again. This time I use the term "ma'am" only to get a "wish I knew" response. I return to my backpack. When I try to pick it up it collapses apart and books fly everywhere. I sigh, getting out a PB&J sandwich and wishing JAH still went to school with me, at this point too flabbergasted to gather my belongings together. An older lady sitting in a chair watches me. I learn she herself is an action girl. I feel a legitimate excitement for my next class, however, but I'll never know if it was any good seeing as how I woke up.

04.07.2010

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I live in an apartment near a new school campus of sorts. It's five stories high surrounded by a bustling town with churches, monuments and busy roads. My brother and I are roommates and we both have girlfriends with us. Mine is a plump black-haired woman and while nice I'm surprised to find I have absolutely no feelings towards her. We had supposedly gone out for a long time and she was about to leave with her dad to do something for a couple of days. I'm relieved and start to articulate plans to break up with her but am unable to come up with anything that wouldn't completely hurt her feelings. I'm playing some sort of card game when she comes in and asks point-blank if I wanted to come with her on this trip with her father. I feel pressured and mutter out a yes. It was then I realize I don't even know her name and look at an ID card she had nearby. My thoughts were "What would her dad think if I didn't know how to pronounce his daughter's name?" It was something weird and unlike real life so I don't recall the name now. Sometime soon after this I work up the courage to tell her that I want to break up. She takes this with both anger and sadness, and from then on intentionally ignores me. Still, I literally had just met her after all.

My brother Kyle, his girlfriend and I go to the cafeteria in the school complex (complex being a better term than building given its fortress-like size and feel). One wall had a cutout where a stack of hay was piled up probably referencing the dream I had the night before. Rows of tables were set out each belonging to a certain family. The three of us began eating without regard to who the food belonged to and eventually worked our way into a corner where a bunch of pizza was lined up. One lady asked me how I knew the family who brought the pizza. Thinking Kyle might actually know I pointed to him and made up that he was acquainted with a gentleman in a business suit standing nearby. She didn't let it drop there and hailed Kyle over. On being asked Kyle got mad and began yelling so the whole cafeteria could hear that he ate the food of other people so he could get a tax write off. It made sense at the time. Moments after this I left alone.

Being near the top floor I get into an elevator and press to go for the ground level. On the way down the lights go off, the elevator car slants slightly and a loud grating sound fills my ears. It soon becomes apparent that the elevator has stopped and I'm stuck within. I locate the emergency call button. It didn't work at first so I held it down. Red lights flash and an alarm sounds whereupon the elevator doors open. I'm between floors but there's enough space at the top for me to climb up and get free. A muscular man who knew me said he was paying me back a favor (I recall nothing about this) and there I meet up with a few nondescript fictional friends I supposedly knew. I pull out an old large journal to record the happenings. My friends want to go to the ground level and like a complete mook I suggest the elevator. We get in to find the floor opens up in the middle where anyone could fall to their doom. In fact, each level had such an opening floor. I advise the others to hug the wall when one of them, possibly the girl who was with Kyle, falls to the level below. She is unharmed but the floors seem to open up more. Eventually my friends each start falling. Then some chandelier-type fixture from the ceiling comes undone and crashes down. Each friend dies a horribly gory death. Making matters worse I kept rewinding time and watching the same scene over and over with no ability to help. There were a lot more incidents of death and disturbing injuries in this dream but the memory has faded on many of them.

Somehow I make it down the elevator shaft only slightly scathed. Instead of being on the ground level I'm in the basement alone since everyone else was dead. I find an old cassette tape in a nightstand that stood in the center of that sewer-like environ. I began to ponder how using a tape recorder instead of a journal would be safer as I could be more alert-- seems I was writing in my journal when my friends initially fell. I forget how but I manage to weasel myself outside the school complex. I begin to wander the city. I pass by a group of nuns and a rivaling school that was much smaller in size. I take a break in front of a factory on a crate next to a row of bags, cans and broken computer monitors. Writing again in my journal a gruff worker notices me and starts a conversation having noticed I wrote "Act XIII" at the top of the page. I don't feel comfortable talking with him so I find a way to slip away.

It becomes night. I lost my shirt somewhere and the rain feels cold. Some people look at me and mutter how the nuns wouldn't accept a poor man like myself. I come to a point where I must cross two six-lane roads. All I can see are oncoming headlights and the silhouette of a GIANT TARANTULA WALKING ON TWO LEGS creeping up behind me. Freaked I then must cross a busy street and stay clear of the rapidly approaching spider. On multiple occasion I swear I feel the fangs of the tarantula all the while dodging speeding cars in a frenzy. I make it to the other side and into a small supermarket. Conveniently a doctor, my dad and a few others were there to receive me. The doctor asks me strange questions to confirm I haven't been poisoned by the mutant spider. One involved seeing how well I could pray.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

I'm attacked by alligators. Then I try to figure out why I'm still in high school.



I have to swim through a swamp. On the edges are various plants and animals, frozen by the cold, black goo that touched them. I stay in the center of the slow-moving creek. Something feels off.

I see an alligator, panic for a moment. I realize that it's frozen, too. I turn away, relieved.

There's another one before me. It's alive. I can't out-swim it. I can't get to shore fast enough.

It charges, and I let it swim straight through my submerged stomach. Teeth tear into my flesh and the water turns red, but I don't feel it. The alligator is distracted now. I latch onto its back and hold on. The alligator thrashes underwater, submerging us both.

I step out of the water some time later. My mom comes rushing over, wanting to know if I'm all right.

I assure her that I am, and lift up the fabric of my shirt to see that the wound has healed over entirely, leaving no scars.

---

A dream takes me from Ixburg to Halifax and back again. I'm in high school and university at the same time, and my kindergarten teacher is very disappointed when I miss my driving lessons.

"What, you want me to fly home for the weekend?" I ask my mom incredulously.

She does.

I hide out in my studio with my brother and Matt, who ask why I wasn't at (high) school today.

"Cough. Cough. I'm sick." I say flatly.

Alligators. Scare Factor: 3.