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(Just the lucid part)

I'm on my driveway. There are no cars there. And about time, I'm lucid.
My senses of sight and touch are improved like crazy. I look down, and see myself barefoot on the pavement. And holy hell, it's all so clear.
To my sides along the driveway, the plantlife is rapidly growing and quickly turning into a forest type place.
I begin to stagger down the driveway, feeling the pavement and rocks under my feet so vividly.
I end up beside the tree out front and look to the sky. Excitedly thinking of what I could do in this dream, I then raise my hands up into the air and attempt to fly.

Then I wake up.

Me and my impulsiveness.
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1-8-09

Lucid Dream:

I was in this room with a friend. It looked like a bank. My friend went to stand in line. I walked to the back of the room to wait. On the way I slipped and fell on the floor. I sat there for a moment, then noticed that I was starting to spin. I found this strange and just let it happen.

I then became lucid. I jumped up and flew over the line of waiting people. In the next room I tried to remember the tasks. I remembered two. One was to look at a clock. I looked around the room and saw a digital clock sitting on a cluttered shelf. It said 7:42...or was it 7:34...no, it was 7:47. I really tried to focus and stablize it, but the clock was a blur of numbers that changed everytime I tried to focus. I remembered people saying that time changed, but I hadn't realized that it was quite this unstable. I wondered why that was.

I then remembered that I needed to use my five senses. I had already been seeing and hearing things, so I decided to focus on "touch". I reached out and felt the solidness of a rail in front of me.

I then decided to find something to taste. But before I had gone anywhere I realized that I had already been eating. I had a bowl of macaroni and cheese. I could taste the cheesey flavor and feel the pieces of partly chewed noodles in my mouth.

I decided to move on to smell.

I flew around and saw Jeff. I told him that I needed to find something to smell. I couldn't see anything that would have a smell to it. I then looked at him and asked, "Have you been working out? Maybe you'll smell sweaty?" But as I leaned toward him and couldn't smell anything.

I started flying out of the building. I then saw next to the door a styrofoam container of food that somone had brought back from a restaurant. I openind it and saw leftover green peppers. I knew that they would have a smell. I put my nose right to them and took a big whiff. I could smell a very faint pepper smell. I was disappointed that my dream nose wasn't better. As I pulled my nose back I realized that my nose had touched the peppers and that the peppers had little prickly thorns on them and some of the thorns had stuck in my nose. They were painful to pull out. Jeff thought it was funny that I had let that happen, as if I should have known better than to put my nose up to peppers.

I followed Jeff into the parking lot. He got into a large white pickup truck. I started to get in too. Then I had an idea. I told him to just start driving and not to worry about what I was doing. I then rolled the window down and stood outside the truck and reached in and grabbed the handle above the window. As the truck started to move I was carried away, floating beside the truck. It was a wonderfully exhilerating feeling. I told myself that I would have to remember to try that again in future LD.

Jeff stopped the truck too soon and started talking to someone. I got back in the truck and waited. I saw a baseball glove on the seat. I ran my fingers over the soft leather, then picked it up to smell it. It had a faint leathery smell. I then started touching other parts of the car so I could say that I really did the task thoroughly.

My dream faded and I thought I had woken up. But then I forced myself to relax and drift back into the dream.

I was now in a building with Marie. There was a bad guy we were having to get away from him. We locked outselves in a bathroom. I felt quite nervous. But then I told Marie that if it got too scary then I would just let myself wake up.
And that's all I remember.

1:42 p.m.

I thought I was awake. I was on the bed. I can feel the bed. I can feel my body. I can see my room. The light was in. But I move my arm in front of me and I can't see it. I can't move it or can't see it. Am I getting blind? I can see my right arm move via my right eye. Realized it's a sleep paralysis. I willed myself to wake up. No go.

I am starting to panic. I locked my door, so no one can come in and help me. I moved but my eyes are still faulty. Afraid. How can I live with a bad eyesight? I thought up dozens of ways to live. I am hearing the audio playing in the background. I want to wake up. But I can't. I'm still in the in between. I tried moving my body and feet. I can still hear the audio. I moved my right arm and took the phone so I can change the audio; didn't work. I'm still asleep. Relaxed somehow. I just have to wait it out. Went into a semi-aware dream. Moved in the "room" and did capoeria moves. I jumped-crunched. McDo. Meeting all N2. Donnie. BP nearby. Change of venue. Closer. Checked my body on bed. Still can't move. I was on the bed trying to move. I can but not awake.

Finally woke up completely. Moved my arms, checked my room.

This morning I activated my sight during an OBE and saw my first entity.
I had like one and a half obes today. It goes like this:
I wake up with my hand on my face. It is covering my right eye and some of my left. I move my hand but the “hand” on my face doesn’t move. I move my hand some more and realize whatever that is on my face and blocking my vision (which was very hazy) was not my hand. I look with my left eye at my hand. It’s transparent. I figure I am my astral self. I look at my hand some more and move it until I am back to my physical body. I then induce another obe. Right before I reach the waves of vibrations, I hear a single voice of a man. He sounds very nice. I can understand him word for word and listen to him. He speaks as if from an audio book. As I am going through vibrations, he talks about obes. He speaks about it in great detail. He then starts giving me tips as I feel myself float up. I did not intend to leave the room. Instead I wanted to gain my astral sight. So once I was out of body, I dropped back down to bed level so I could attempt opening my eyes. As I floated down the voice told I was going to encounter something. He told me not to fear and that nothing could hurt me. He said, and I quote, to “do something silly”. Once level to the bed I open my eyes. Again I see the thing I thought was my hand. Whatever it was, it blocked most of my vision. What I could see was very hazy. I took my hands and tried to pull the thing off. It was like one huge eyelid. It was very hard to pry open and it would only stay open as long as I held it. When I let go it would cover my right eye and some of my left. After pulling at that for a few seconds. I saw the being the voice told me I would meet. It stood several feet from the bed and was about my height. It was pink. It was a pink humanoid blob. I was like whoa! Instead of projecting love or whatever like they tell you to, I made my hand into a gun. Not an actual gun but a imaginative gun with my fingers. I pointed my fingers at the pink thing and started to shoot at it. It returned the action by pointing its own arms at me and began shooting. We had are own little pretend shoot-out. Once I saw the pink blob bring up its arm I thought at it “haha good luck with that”

I was mugged!

I drove to an Aldi for groceries. It was night time. I saw an ad for cigarettes on the side of a bus. I'd heard somewhere all tobacco used to be called "Inuit" brand. The Inuit used to be the main tobacco growers before the big corporations took over. Someone said the Inuit ad campaign had pairs of fire flies flitting in circles near stores at night. Suddenly it was true.


I was in a bad part of town because that's where the cheapest groceries live. I don't know why but I decided to cross the parking lot. It was very dark. I think the street lights were out on that side. So I could see the fireflies clearly. I believe that may have been why I walked that direction in the first place. There was a playground nearby and a working street light beside it. I was getting scared so I headed toward it.

Out of the shadows stepped a figure. I couldn't make him out yet. I was afraid but I smiled, waved, and said hello. I was scolding myself for my stupidity. Phillip told me this part of town isn't safe. I could get killed.

I got closer, and so did he. He was white with a tall black mohawk. And he was holding a gun. Aimed at my head.

"Hi," I said. "Nice hair."
He smiled. Thanks. You too."
"You can have my wallet. Just stop pointing that gun at my head." He didn't. He motioned for me to come with him. I was terrified but not showing it much. I kept being friendly and he seemed taken aback.

We went to some shop close by. He put the gun away. I think he had my money at this point. It was daytime. It turned out he wanted my money for a donation. People had been killed at his old middle school, including a close friend of his. There was a memorial ceremony happening. He seemed upset or perhaps uncomfortable with the social situation so I took over. There was a form to fill out. He asked if a candle could be donated in his friend's honor. The woman taking the donations thought for a moment and said that he could fill out a Mother's day ceremony candle donation form. So I did that. I think I hugged him or otherwise gave my condolences and then we parted.

It was night again driving home, which was Mom's house. I was so *sleepy* going up the hill that I could no longer see the road before me. Sight is an effort for me in dreams. I was straining but I just couldn't do it. So I decided to let someone else drive. Now this part's very odd because I was alone. I did let someone else take the whleel, but the someone was *me*. I'm not sure how to describe it. It's like I let the me who had been driving go to sleep and woke up a me who had been sleeping. It was a sudden change and immediately I could see more easily. I was still sleepy and it was still difficult, but I was no longer blind.

When I got home I told Mom I'd been mugged. I asked her not to tell Phillip because he'd be made that I went to a bad part of town alone.