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I’m sitting in class in the front row on the right. The teacher puts down a sheet of paper on my tan desk. I pick it up and look it at. I got 800 points on my math homework. I think that sounds good.

My [old] friend Liz looks back at me from the desk in front of me tells me she got a 400 (or was it 600?) and that higher is bad. I ask how low you have to get for it to be good. I can’t remember what she said.

Suddenly, my cat Smoke jumps onto my lap. The teacher, who’s handing out papers to the row right of me watches as I obediently put him down on the floor.

-Gap-

There’s a sign-up sheet for “Misery”. Apparently you submit a picture with the theme and whoever wins gets something. I point it out to Liz. There’s a picture on there someone drew directly in a box of a face with pierced lips. I find it more funny than ‘miserable’ looking. Sitting back in our seats, I tell Liz I want to join but don’t have any pictures with me. She gets up and says that she’ll sign me up as a placeholder as I go get a picture.

I know just the one I want to use. It’s a picturesque landscape scene with a cabin in it, the whole thing is drawn in blue, and it’s raining. I find it lovely, but some might find it miserable.

Liz is worried about posting pictures up there without credit though. I say that I’ll make sure it has the source written on it.

-Jump-

I’m looking through booklets with sheets of paper, and point a spread out to Liz as a good candidate for ‘Misery’. It’s lineart of Gamzee and Karkat dressed up as hoodlums looking glum, and Gamzee has a cigarette in his mouth. I stop and consider if it’d be allowed as a submission because of that.

Inspirations: Maybe because of the Ella dream. The drawn face reminds me of Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff. Gamzee and Karkat because I’ve been thinking about Homestuck lately since getting back into method of loci, as I used to use Homestuck flash game maps for mind palaces. 'Sourcing' from fanart issues in fandom.

1. Two animal-like creatures scuttling north along a road. Then they turn into Gon and Killua?

Inspiration: Maybe my previous road dream. And Gon & Killua because I recently saw one of my old goals with them and have been watching Hunter x Hunter.

2. Me and mom are in some woods. She holds back as I spot some pretty aquamarine colored marbles on the dirt ground and I start picking them up. To the left, I see a heaping pile of dirt, and realize that the ‘main piece’ must be there. I go over and kick the top off. I uncover a smaller bowling-pin shaped marble. There’s something small stuck inside of it but I didn’t get a close enough look to remember what.

3. I’m outside at grandma’s house. I walk up to the back porch and see a younger girl with longer, wavy blond hair sort of crouched underneath it at the back. For some reason, I think she’s mute, but then I realize she’s just deaf when she starts talking, and her voice is kind of loud. She starts writing her number down on a slip of pink paper.

I’m inside at the stove cooking, something about marshmallows and flour. There are people in the house that are similar to the family in Here Comes Honey Boo Boo.

I’m talking to my [old] school friend, Ella, (I think at different times it was on the phone and seeing her in her room omnisciently, it’s confusing), it’s in the future. I’m upset with her because I called her twice and left messages but she never called back. She sighs in exasperation and says that it must have been her dad; he apparently has a habit of meddling with the phone or something.

Inspirations: Maybe because grandma’s house is a memory palace. Number from my PAO system? Mute/deaf from blind dream? Cooking from WL cooking (recently made a S’mores with marshmallows and peanut butter cookies with flour). Recently talked to mom about Honey Boo Boo. Phone probably comes from previous dream with a phone.

I am in a large banquet hall. It is well lit, but somehow seems dark. There are round tables placed around the room randomly. We are celebrating something for the music school. I am with my friend, Jim. He takes me to a table to sit across from a British girl. I think she's really attractive and we talk, but she wants to introduce me to her friend. There is a shift from the banquet hall to a lobby. It looks like a lobby of a cheap hotel. My old bass guitar is hanging up on the wall. I take it down and try to play Chicken Scratch, a song I played in jazz band in high school. I can't figure it out at first, but then I change the strings I'm playing on, and I slap it out like a boss. My old band director is there standing in front of me. He tells me that I can have his rehearsal bass guitar. I tell him that I already have it. There is a shift from the lobby to outside. I am in a long line of people. It seems to never stop in front of my nor behind me. We are standing on a ledge about two stories above the base of a mountain. There are only a few feet between the side of the mountain and where the ledge drops off. The girl the British girl was going to introduce me to is in front of the person in front of me. The person in front of me is on a horse, as is the person behind me. There is a very loud announcement. A man standing on a pedestal as tall as the ledge we are standing on makes a speech about reviews. The man is very tall and looks like Uncle Sam on stilts with blue and white striped pants. He says that each person will either have a 5 second review and a 5 second slide off the ledge, or will have a 10 second review and no slide off the ledge. Many people are happy and joyous, but many seem hopeless and sad. I see the slide appear next to me me and someone goes down it, then it disappears. I continue to follow the horse in front of me. The horse behind me starts to nudge me with its head. I don't want to fall off, so I try to get to the girl in front of the horse in front of me. I can't do it no matter how hard I try. I wake up.

*Minor note: I knew in my head that the way we were traveling was illegal.

This has been a rather strange night for me. Firstly, I had a mnemonically induced lucid dream, though I was still at a fairly low level of awareness. I soon consciously oversaw this dream collapse into blackness; but that was not the end of it. In retrospect, I'm not sure if I really retained memory and consciousness of my dreaming throughout the experience or if I inadvertently performed at least one DEILD or just a WBTB; but after I believed the dream to be gone, I became lucid again in the next dream - and, in a way, the same dream - several times. And becoming more and more aware each time.

In the first of these dreams, I was in my home, getting ready for school and my mother was packing my lunch for me. With apparent spontaneity, I then realised that I was dreaming. I tried to exercise my dream freedom and act with the truth in mind that nothing I said or did before a dream character had any real repercussions. So I approached my mother's dream character and, taking note of her complacent reaction, took her arm and, after a brief delay, passed my hand/finger through it, for no reason other than to check the power that I had. After this, the dream was broken.

I felt myself lying within my bed, remembering that I'd just had a lucid dream but now seeing naught but blackness. I wanted to go back to the lucid dream. I tried not moving in my current position and going back to where I had just been. In the next dream, I was already aware on some level that this was a dream, though I'm not sure if it was from the very beginning.

Upon performing some kind of reality check, I made sure that I was dreaming once again. Also, I saw this dream beginning in a similar way to last time, as if it was that dream happening all over again. This time, however, I decided to build on my previous, faulty experience. I tried transporting myself away from my current location, which was then in my own bedroom and with my mother’s dream character, in which I had no interest and who was inhibiting my ability to think freely without worry of consequences.

I thought of where a good place to transport myself inside my dream might be and, at least in part remembering the bonus task of the month that's in place right now on this website, I tried transporting myself to a mountain covered in snow. But instead of changing my environment, all my dream did was put me in front of my computer monitor, still in my bedroom, and turn it into a video game that was set atop a snowy mountain. It wasn't even that fun of a game but I went on to play it anyway, rather than protest or attempt to go bigger, because I imagined that I had myself made some sort of mistake and that that was the best my mind could be expected to do under the circumstances. This shows that I still didn't have the brightest level of dream awareness.

In what was either my next dream or a distant continuation of my current one, I endeavoured to truly go to the snowy mountain once again and shouted at my subconscious, as a dream control method I'd learned, to turn my scene into that. However, I could only partially manage the transformation. When I looked around, there were still my mother's dream character and some pieces of furniture from my own house standing there. Soon, I lost my grip on the dream again.

These times when the dreams kept fading were not something that felt like they could be stopped. I don’t remember seeing any warning signals before they fell apart to keep my grasp on the dream; at some point, sooner or later, I simply saw my dream environments disappear and be replaced by blackness, followed by an apparent realisation that I was lying in my bed. Yet every time, I retained that light of dream lucidity.

Every next lucid dream I had, I seemed to gain more and more lucidity and dream awareness - though it still wasn’t as impressive as I’d have endeavoured for in the end. In my next dream, however, after performing a reality check by observing the anomalous face of a clock, I remembered the goals I'd formed long before to use in-dream techniques to increase my dream’s lucidity as much as possible. I was in my living room, where I saw a couple of superheroes hanging out (without finding it strange) and I rubbed my hands together. As I did this, my dream really did come to look more vivid. This was the first time I've ever used this hand-rubbing technique, along with a direct shout to my mind to increase the lucidity, in one of my lucid dreams.

This technique turned out to be successful. The scene before me had become clear and vibrant; but then, for some reason, I kept seeing momentary interludes of blackness in my vision, as if I had been blinking very rapidly or as if frames in the dream movie were breaking up. One of the dream characters who sat before me noted this. The dream then broke again.

In my next dream, I started back at my bedroom and looked at the clock, as I remembered having done last time. The numbers were wonky and the hands were off-centre, which was well enough to clue me into the fact that I was dreaming yet again. My mother's dream character actually came along and helped show me how strange it looked, now aiding me with the reality check. I picked myself up where I left off, with rubbing my hands to increase lucidity (which eventually faded if not cared for enough) in the living room, with superheroes on my couch.

I appeared on the balcony of my home and decided to fly off. As I was flying past one of the tall buildings in my neighbourhood, I detected supervillain activity inside of it (to the superheroes on my couch?) and resolved to confront it. I also detected some kind of note from the villain - like a ransom note. But, since reading tends to be so difficult in dreams, I struggled to make any sense of it. I paid so much attention to trying to read the note, not taking this important detail into mind, that I must have been losing awareness points by now. And my dream broke once again.

Next time, I knew right away that I was dreaming and I became extra-wary to preserve my dream and my awareness and to avoid confusing situations that I couldn’t control. Also, this was the first time when I started off in a different setting. I was in a school environment, one that was in chaos. There were people running around in the classroom and there was a teacher standing in front of me, who clearly was not happy. On the desk beside her were test papers and each one seemed to have a bad score on it - as well as vastly varying score denominators. One of them had a score of only 5 of an unrealistically large number, with too many zeroes to count. This, the teacher, was the score I had gotten on her last test. I was trying to not let this dream get to me and retain my lucidity; but it wasn't always easy. This scene was particularly dark and intimidating.

I remember having other dreams that succeeded this one; but I doubt any more of them were lucid. I don't have much recollection of these dreams anyway, so there isn't much more to say.

Although I'd looked forward to lucid dreaming as this night began, by the end of it, I was feeling kind of drained - even a little turned off to lucid dreaming the following day. Hopefully, as I gain knowledge and experience, dream control and retaining awareness will be easier in DILDs that I experience in the future.

Both of these dreams took place four days ago, but I'm just now getting around to posting them! Sorry for the delay.

Guess where I was in this one? If you've read a lot of my dream journal, or just glanced at the titles/tags, you'll be so very unsurprised to find out that this first dream took place in...A SCHOOL. -surprised gasping- We were in a room that looked like it would be a Steak n' Shake dining area except all the tables were replaced with school desks. We were working pretty furiously on a test, as if our lives depended on it. As I got close to finishing the test, I saw my girlfriend's ex-friend, who was making faces at me. Guess we're in elementary school or somethin'.

This second dream was the more dream-like of the two, in terms of outright weirdness. My girlfriend and I went to the mall! To do what? Well, I'd assume shopping, but who knows, really? Anyways, we got there, but a very creepy old lady was blocking the entrance to the mall, saying "You aren't allowed to go in there!" She wouldn't tell us WHY, of course. Being the reckless dream selves that we were, my girlfriend and I found a back entrance over the wall and into the mall. What followed was kind of terrifying, or at least at the time. A loud alarm sounded off; we knew right away we were in trouble. In the distance, we heard dogs yelping, and could vaguely see the old lady running towards us with a giant pack of barking, angry dogs. No shopping for us! Gosh dang it. We started to run, although we weren't sure where we were even running to. We were pretty much trapped in this mall now. The barking of the dogs drew closer.

What was our fate? Beats me, I woke up! Always at the good parts.

In my journey as an oneironaut, which has been going on for about 3 to 4 weeks now, this is the first lucid dream I've had that I've been able or thought to exert control over. It happened on the night between the 8th and 9th of this February.
This lucid dream was a DILD, as well as a MILD. In the dream, lucidity was triggered by a hand-based reality check. I had just finished up some classes in my school that confused me and was standing outside in a long queue of students whose purpose I didn't understand. The yard outside was similar to the one from my previous school, rather than my current one; but in this entry, I'm focusing on what happened afterwards.
Suddenly and out of nowhere, I decided to look at my hands. They were white, as is the colour of my real hands; but when I counted the fingers, I had trouble with counting five on one hand. At first, I wondered if I'd miscounted; and tried counting up the fingers on my left hand a couple more times. There was no mistake. I had six fingers.
I recalled what this meant. I wasn't near full dream consciousness, so I doubt I remembered the significance of the event and I didn't remembered what I'd intended to do if I achieved dream lucidity this night. But I did think to control my dream as a result of this realisation; and naturally, my first thought was to fly. I found it fairly easy. I ran a few steps down the ground, kicked off it and took off. I soared high and fast above the heads of my dream characters, who now looked to be in my school's P.E. class.
With a bit of a challenge, I lowered to the ground incompletely, without dropping, and then heightened again. I flew over something that was like a tall wall or hedge or mini-mountain. (Since I wasn't at full consciousness, there were still a lot of things I didn't think to question.) I flew to the top of a giant basketball hoop on the other side and sort of stood on it for a moment before taking off again. My schoolmates still see me perform all these feats at this point. Finally, I decided to give flying a rest and try something different.
I lowered to the ground and attempted running at super-fast speed. I wanted to run as fast as I had been able to fly. Alas, I was not so fortunate in this endeavour, as running in a dream seems to often be frustratingly problematic. Once I was grounded, I struggled through a few steps and fell over. There, I saw a dark-skinned man who was a competitive runner and I wanted to pick myself back up and challenge him to a race, at which I confidently planned to annihilate him with my dream control. (I later discovered that this dream character was supposedly the fastest runner in the world, which indicates that he may have been based on Usain Bolt.)
But this time, I failed as terribly as the last. The man, who now had a crowd of supporters with him, mocked me from above. I tried to pick myself back up and race him again. On the starting line, he blatantly stood ahead of me before it was time to start. I got upset but let him do it in the end because I thought that if I was going to win this race, I would do it regardless of the difference of a metre or two. As we began running, I was still behind; but steadily so. Though I still struggled to run, I felt like I was doing it better than before. And we were running at both the same speed – which wasn’t actually saying much. I found myself wondering then how this character could be the fastest runner in the world. But before any official finish line was crossed, he was gone and I’d crossed into a new territory – the actual yard of my current school. By this time, I had been too immersed in the race to remember that it was just a dream. My lucidity was lost and I went on to dream about classmates and a broken water fountain.

I believe these dreams were two separate ones!

I was at a ceremony for my school (well, old school now), where I was having dinner with my parents and various classmates. We then went into this big hall where all the students and their parents were, and names were being called off in groups of two or three. If you were called, you had to rush down there and try to beat the other kid in a race to the bottom. If you won, you got a prize. I got called twice and managed to win both times without even knowing the rules. And my reward...was a pokemon game.

This dream had me in my house. It started off as me not even being there, just watching as two famous actors (Rob Schneider and someone else) were discussing something. Eventually they disappeared and I got to walk around my house. I decided to call up PeanutButterGamer (FOR SOME REASON) and had a nice chat with him about mario. After this is when things started getting a bit weirder. I heard noises outside and got a bad feeling, so I instinctively went to the kitchen to grab a knife or something for protection. "Y'never know," I told myself.
As I got to the kitchen, I looked outside. Cats were everywhere in my neighbor's back yard. Weird, cuz he normally has a bunch of dogs. They were going up to this pool of liquid (it looked kind of like apple cider), and lapping it up. I turned my eyes back to the kitchen, and there were suddenly a bunch of cats in it! Cue me going
I opened the knife drawer, cuz I was still feeling paranoid about the noise I heard. The knife drawer was filled with the same cider looking liquid I saw before. I sighed and tried to get a towel to clean it up while all the cats mewed at me.

02.06.2014

Sooner than Later (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I receive some kind of precognition that an airplane is going to kill me. I'm standing outside on a dark hill, when I see an airplane about to crash from the sky above me.

I run, barely escaping the impact. Then, another falls and I barely dodge this one as well. I realize it does not matter how many times I try to escape-- death will come for me in the end. I decide it is best to let it happen now.

As I stand still, waiting for the next plane to strike... Nothing happens. It seems that my acceptance of fate has caused me to circumvent the accident.

02.06.2014

More Bullies (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Alternate Universe. I seem to be a 7 or 8 year old boy, sitting at a table in a classroom. There are two larger boys sitting across from me who always like to bully me. I'm reading a book out of a large stack I have, trying to ignore them.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see them steal several of my books. I've decided that I'm tired of their crap, so I set my book down slowly and give them a dangerous look. "Give those back," I growl.

They laugh mockingly. "What're you gonna do about it?"

"I'm going to count to 5," I tell them. "If you don't put my books back on the table by then, I'm going to stab you." They seem unsettled by my sudden change in demeanor. I pretend to continue reading my book nonchalantly as I count. "1.... 2..... THREE....." The boys hurry to put the books back on the table. The largest boy gets up and walks off to sit at a different table.

The boy who's left picks up another of my books and begins to flip through it. He reads a bit of it out loud, then sets it back down. "Um, that's pretty cool," he says.

"I'm surprised you were able to read that much of it," I scoff, not quite ready to forgive his misdeeds against me.

"Me too!" he says happily. He doesn't even realize I was making fun of him...

I listened to a subliminal mp3 to help with my recall last night. It seemed to work pretty well!

02.05.2014

Intimidation (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I seem to be in a high school gym class with Alex and other random students. We are about to begin a swim lesson. Oddly, we have on regular clothes and are standing at the steps of an empty pool.

While we're waiting on the teacher, a gang of older boys approaches us. They begin aggressively insulting us, to the point that I'm afraid it will get violent. I decide to step in with my own unique intimidation tactic. I take a step toward the guys and begin barking like a rabid dog, setting a crazed look in my eyes. My friends giggle nervously, but the guys take a step back. I continue my crazed barking, practically foaming at the mouth and spewing spit in the leader's face with each angry snarl. The fear in his eyes is perfect.

"Man, we don't want anything to do with you freaks, anyway." The leader scoffs, calling off his gang. As they walk away, I can't resist making one final jab at them.

"Oh, sorry. You guys are so ugly that I must have mistaken you for dogs!"

The boys turn around slowly, dangerously. "Oh, you're gonna pay for that," the leader fumes. He comes at us again, this time brandishing what appears to be a prison shank. Alex and I use our martial arts skills to wrest the shank from him, just as our teacher arrives to send the gang away.

02.05.2014

Land Sharks (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am at my mom's house with Cheyenne, though no one else is around. We're trying to figure out where everybody is when we hear a huge commotion outside. Looking out, I see two huge construction vehicles completely demolishing the front yard. When I go out to confront them, the vehicles burrow underground and attempt to come up underneath my feet to kill me. I am forced to fly in order to avoid death.

02.05.2014

Lost (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I've already missed my first class of the day because I can't find my way out of the college's main building. I'm getting desperate since it's not much longer until my second class is supposed to start.

While wandering, I come upon a party being held in one of the upstairs rooms. I had forgotten that there were supposed to be several parties up here today. This one looks extremely high-class and fancy--- aside from the strippers pole dancing at the corners of the room! My boss and coworker are running the sound system for this party. They seem to be focusing more on the strippers than on their job.

I'm not supposed to be here, so I try to leave without drawing attention to myself. I go out a door, thinking I've finally found the exit. Instead, I come out on the roof. It is a very nice view, but now I am beyond frustrated. "WHY!?" I scream. "Why am I on the roof!?" I hear a girl laughing behind me.

I turn around to see a girl dressed as Sleeping Beauty. She is one of the staff of another party that the school is hosting, which involves fairy tale princesses. "Took a wrong turn?" she asks.

I grin sheepishly. "Yeah. I'm kinda lost."

"Want me to show you the way?"

I think about it, but I'm pretty embarrassed about the situation already. "Nah, I'll find my way out eventually. I should really know my way around my now anyway, since it's my second year here."

She giggles. "Yeah, you really should."

I go back inside and wander into a room that appears to be an occultist bookstore. I never knew this was here! I am about to look around, when I hear the Sleeping Beauty girl behind me. "You're going entirely the wrong way," she teases. "You should go to the north-west wing."

I admit that I have an atrocious sense of direction and have no idea which way northwest is from where we are. "Just follow me!" she insists. I relent, following her though the door that FINALLY takes me outside. We seem to be on the street rather than on campus, however.

Sleeping Beauty is very enthusiastic as we walk, bursting into song and twirling around the sidewalk. I smile, unable to help being smitten by her liveliness.

Suddenly, the scene changes as the dream begins to deteriorate. Sleeping Beauty is narrating a story from her childhood, in which she wants to catch a phoenix to bring an end to the harsh winter. I am shown flashes of a phoenix, then the terrible scene of the girl's frozen corpse nailed to a wooden stake, alone in a blizzard. The last image before I awaken is the face of an evil dragon, mocking the girl's death.

What I recall in this dream is me waking up in some sort of institutional-type building. However, the setup is very strange to me. The floor beneath me is ceramic tiling, and the walls behind me and to my front and right are solid white. However, to my left the wall seems to actually be made from link fence material, so that I can see through it. Getting up and peering through the 'wall', I notice that the building appears almost like a spiral staircase so that I can see the levels both below me and above me, and I also see that on the other side of my current level is a door, presumably leading to the stairwell. I run over and exit where I'm at through this door.

I'm shocked, however, when I enter to smell something rancid and to see a half-decomposed body resting on the stairwell leading up to the upper level. Upon hearing the noise of the door clambering shut behind me, the corpse actually rouses and groans before attempting to crawl in my direction. I immediately recognize it to be a zombie and sprint down the stairs. I try exiting through a lower door about three or four levels down, but this floor is slam packed full of zombies and I barely manage to bring the door back to a close before they can stick a limb through the opening. It has to be pulled for the door to open, so I appear to be relatively safe.

Still, I can hear moans all throughout the stairwell, so I know I have to get out. Suddenly a pole seems to be directly in the center of the also spiraling staircase (much like a firefighter's pole) so I hop the stair railing and take the metal pole all the way down to the bottom. I pass many zombies along the way, but seem to come out lucky as there aren't any on the bottom floor when I reach it. Now there is actually another door set off to the left that doesn't appear to re-enter the building and I go through it.

Where I appear next seems like the food court setup of a mall, though nothing is running and no people are there. It's also devoid of any tables, chairs, or things of that nature, and is mostly an empty expanse of concrete flooring other than the long-empty food vendors. On the far side I notice a still-running escalator leading down to a bottom floor and I get on it. It takes me to another door, but before I go through I look to my right to see a long, vertical window to the actual outside. It seems the building I've been in is located in a desert-area, as there are many sand dunes and cacti throughout the orange land. There seem to be zombie sparsely located, but not enough to concern me at that moment. So I ignore them and finally go through the door.

When I enter the feel to me to seemed to be set up much like a GameStop (or your typical more high-end gaming store). Instead of having a ton of games on sell, however, they had a bunch of older arcade games set up along the middle of the store, and the edges were actually stands of comics, manga, and other video game or television related items. On my right wall are four highly tinted doors leading to the outside. This time there are actually people inhabiting the store. There are some my age, but mostly some older than me. I actually recognize one of the people my age as my friend, Chris, and we're very happy to see each other. He explains that no one had known where I'd gone when everything went down, but that he and the people there had been living off food from the food court up until that point. However, he said everyone knew they were getting low on resources, so they actually had a plan on the roof of the part of the building they were in (apparently the door was out located near the food court to this machine) so that they could go search for more food.

About that time, everything begins to go even more downhill. Somehow zombies have managed to venture their way into the area I'm in from the outside, and the scene quickly becomes bloody and gruesome. People are being shred apart by the monsters as Chris grabs my hand and takes me back through the door and up the escalators to the food court.

[On a side note here, my dream randomly jumps to these two teenage boys running through a hospital room being chased by zombies. One of them has a sword and stops to start attacking their chasers and ultimately ends up sacrificing himself for the younger boy. Just as he's being overwhelmed, however, he gets to see the other boy open the door leading out and still be consumed by zombies residing just outside. Neither of them live through it.]

Chris and I make it to the building's roof, where it turns out the machine is actually a helicopter, not a plane. Neither of us have driven it before, but Chris designates me to try driving it. We hastily hop inside and I start pressing buttons in an attempt to make it work. Somehow I actually get the thing started and us lifted off, but just as we're leaving the building and screams behind us in exchange for hundreds of sand dunes, a problem quickly surfaces. The helicopter has actually been low on gas and the console urgently starts beeping at me. In my dream it almost immediately shuts down, sending us crashing back down to the ground. It all goes a bit blurry from here as I black out, and the next time I wake up is to Chris screaming. In our landing I managed to rip off the door from his side and crashed so that we were laying sideways with my side at the bottom and his at the top, and zombies are clawing inside and attacking Chris, though not quite able to drag him out. However, I know that they are still tearing at him and dread fills me at the oncoming change of my friend, but this is the point at which I wake up.

Friday 1/24/14

Bed 10:30 - 5:45

I'm in a classroom, sitting with my best friend. We were suppose to do an essey, and I didnt do it. On top of it, it's a first day of school after long break. I check my bag, and I don't have a single notebook with me.

Teacher walks in, and I'm falling asleep. So sleepy. I'm reclining in my chair. I lift my head, and I see everybody is doing the same. Lights are dimmed to dark, only tiny bit of twilight light coming through windows.

Teacher is saying, how everybody is surprised, when she does a "sleep class". But then how everybody likes it. My friend is laying next to me and she whispers. "Now we sleep".

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I am revisiting my kindergarten. It is now fully modern and totally different. I see one of the teachers from my time. I avoid her before she sees me. It connects directly to an art school. It feels familiar, but why should I know it? When several guys in the common room start looking at me, like they know I don't belong here, I hide behind a book shelf and pick up a large comics book. A boy appears and talks to me. He knows me, says he didn't expect to see me there again, I do feel like we've met before.
We go for a walk. A semi-rural area, it's pretty, but he says the surprise is still to come. At the top of a narrow street sided by old stone walls, we encounter an entrance to an old castle. He introduces me a couple of hippies who have reclaimed this abandoned site and are slowly making it their home and reconstructing it.
I leave and find myself floating through the air down to the urban area. I become aware and watch an open area, with concrete floor, a few trees, people walking in a hurry in different directions, heading to their jobs. It's a grey, rainy day, people look somber and mindeless. I am lucid and don't have a clear goal, so what I decide to do is reverse time. Don't know why, but I do it. I watch people walking backwards, the wind blowing backwards, the clock moving anti-clockwise. Then I stop it and time resumes it's course, forward. Most people don't react to what just happened, they do exactly what they had done before, repeat the same steps. But something amazing happens, a few of them remember! And whatever they are feeling changes their perception of everything. A couple of friends who is crossing paths again, they walk slowly to each other, with lucid understanding in their eyes, they stare with a smile in their faces and then they hug, with no rushes. Others stop walking and swirl around, like dancing, or stare at the sky or look at others admired that they haven't seen what they saw. They experience a small enlightnement with the realization of the relativity of reality.

So I guess this was a FA, because after the dream I woke up and the goonies was on TV. I wasn't even watching it, and my iPad was beside me.. When it wasn't, then I went back to sleep and I remember the balcony thing. Me and my friends went down stairs and we were in my house. We were just in the school. Then we went to my door way and there was a cop there, he was smash talking to my friend griffin and I said "hey dude back off, whats your problem". (no really whats his problem for yelling at him when he didn't do anything) he started yelling his head off at me and I laughed and looked away and said "haha what a loser". He was about to yell more then my mom came home and said to the cop "get out of my house right now" and she started talking gibberish like she was trash talking. Then my friends darius mom came to pick me up idk why, and it ended

1. I was riding my dirt bike on a really difficult trail in the mountains. I then remember my bike slipping off the edge and just jumping off in time to avoid falling off the cliff. My bike broke into a gazillion pieces when it crashed, but then I went to recover what I could and it was in perfect shape minus a few scratches. Should have been a clue for a LD, but meh...

2. I was climbing Mt. Everest, but it was surprisingly easy and not cold whatseoever... LD sign... I then made it to the summit, took a quick view and headed back down. On my way I saw a guy walking his dog casually, and then he followed me across some ice where he and the dog fell in. I saved them and then we went to this random cabin that was conveniently located right next to this icy lake and we warmed up with some hot chocolate.

3. I was at school and freaked out that I hadn't done my math homework, which I had saved for study hall the morning before class. Then I got to math however and realized I had done my physics homework instead of my math, and now didnt have my assignment. Then a random person from the college I'm enrolled in for next semester appeared and gave a speech.

Nothing special...

1. I was walking down this dam and out of
no where the sky got really dark, despite
it being a sunny day. Then a tornado came
out of no where and I hit the deck. It
actually passed RIGHT over me, but it was
weird because I felt no suction whatsoever
and it was actually kind of funny. Should have
realized this and become lucid.

2.I first remember being at this buffet type place
with only a couple people there. I can distinctly
remember grabbing my plate, then getting a piece
of chicken parm pizza, potato wedges (which the guy
had JUST put out, so they were fresh and yummy), and
then went back to get a piece of chocolate pie. I then
walked outside and realized I had forgotten to pay.
Then I went back inside to do so and everyone working
there was all freaked out for some reason and packing up.
Then the dream got a little less concrete and I remember
going out back and helping some guy replace the water heater,
which I'm not sure what had to do with anything else but yeah.

3. I was at school and in the restroom there were a bunch of people
texting, not too unreasonable. However I then went back to lunch and
the bell rang, and for some reason I was just moving really slow
(happens to me a lot in dreams, despite my best efforts) and I
was late to class. Then the teacher came running out of the room and
said he had the wrong class and told everyone to wait in the cafeteria.
Then a bunch of cops showed up (some of which were my teachers, weird)
and began this big investigation of I'm not sure what. That's about all
I remember.